Chapter 188

Hoffa leaned against the wall, held the black and white cat, and listened to the conversation in the corridor.

Grindevo: what time is it

Dumbledore: what did you say

Greendevo didn't care: "Oh, because depending on the time, he may be a person or a dragon now."

Dumbledore: what do you mean, what dragon

Grindevo: "albus, you're transporting fire dragons from other countries back to Hogwarts and asking fatil drassez to raise them for you. You even convinced the alchemist, Norbert Hagrid, to work for you and let him mass produce dragon eggs for you. Convenient for you to cultivate a group of elite soldiers, invincible in the wizard battlefield.

But do you think you know him well? That alchemist, do you think you can make him obedient if you give him a small profit? "

Dumbledore shook. "Is Norbert Hagrid your man?"

"Tut, it's not true, poor Norbert. He just wants to develop a research creature that integrates all the advantages of fire dragon. I think you've heard about it, too. "

Dumbledore, "that's impossible."

"Yes, it's impossible. Because no matter how perfect the body is, without the support of the soul, it's just a joke. But a super body, plus Hoffa Bach's repressed soul and instinct. Tut tut... Albus, can you imagine that monster? "

Dumbledore stepped back and looked at him in disbelief.

Grindwall opened his hand: "why, headmaster Dumbledore, it's frustrating for you to lose control of everything, isn't it? Do you feel like your efforts to control everything are futile

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and put it on grindworth's head. The hard top of the wand tilted grindworth's head and pointed his head askew.

Grindevo put up a finger.

"As a friendly reminder, a monster that is completely out of anyone's control will appear. If you stay here with the rest of the students, you may die at any time."

Dumbledore's chest heaved violently. He held up his wand, gritted his teeth and said, "Horace, evacuate all the students and take them to the station."

The pale Slughorn, holding his wand flat, retreated slowly.

After Slughorn pushed away, Dumbledore sternly asked:

"where is Bach?"

"It's too late."

"Where's Bach?" Dumbledore yelled, "he's only fourteen years old. It's nothing to do with you or me."

"You and me? Grindevo chuckled. "If we're different, don't say anything we don't know."

Dumbledore: what do you want

"Oh, did you finally think of the deal negotiation?"

Grindevo pointed to the wand against his head.

Dumbledore put down his wand and asked in a low voice:

"Huo, FA, Ba, he, where, Li?"

Grindwall raised his hand:

"OK, I can tell you his position, but the next step is the key. As soon as we change, either you let me go, I'll tell you where he is, and you go to save him, or... "

grindevo extended his hand forward:" you can take me to Azkaban. "

"You..."

Dumbledore's tone stagnated and fell into silence.

Grindevo grinned, "why, Hitler didn't catch you when he came to you? Albus? If you take me, the whole European wizard battlefield will be more than half recovered. "

He said jokingly, leaving only the oppressive breath in the corridor.

"Why don't you talk?" Grindevo asked softly, "or do you want to kill me?"

Then he took out the elder's wand, put it on Dumbledore's hand, and put it on his skull.

"It's not impossible."

The other professors around them were stunned. They held their wands, looked at each other, or looked at Dumbledore. They had no idea.

Dumbledore, holding the elder's wand, did not breathe, and his face grew pale. He gritted his teeth and squeezed a few words out of his teeth,

"you... You devil!"

"What about the devil? The devil comes from reality. " But I don't make gods. I never make gods that look perfect, but they are illusory and flawless

Dumbledore's face twitched, his wand began to tremble, and grindevo was extremely indifferent:

"choose, Albus, to control me or to save Bach."

When this sentence came out, everyone held their breath, not only the professor with a magic wand behind him, but also Hoffa who was eavesdropping upstairs. He felt like a tightrope walking actor, no safety rope, dangling in the air, and it was his trust in this school that kept his spirit in balance.Dumbledore stood where he was, and finally, word for word, he said, "send him to Azkaban."

Half of the professors exclaimed,

"albus!"

"Albus?"

"Dumbledore!"

"Shut up Dumbledore's face was as cold as iron at the moment. He stepped back.

"Tie up this self righteous lunatic and send him to Azkaban for trial."

The professors of the four colleges hesitated for a moment, but under the order of the vice president, they came forward and waved their wands.

Countless magic charms gushed out from the magic wands of various professors and turned into red chains to bind grindworth to death, circle after circle, layer after layer.

Greendevo didn't look at his bondage. He whispered sarcastically, "a good leader, albus. Just like you did to your own sister, over the years, the real you have not changed at all... "

Dumbledore put away the elder's wand, and did not want to punch grindworth in the face, directly hit him to the lips. The cheek swelled up.

But grindevo calmly raised his head, licked his lips and winked into the distance, as if speaking to an invisible person.

Dumbledore looked back, followed Greenwood's eyes, but saw nothing.

...

...

grindevo's smile was clearly printed in Hoffa's eyes.

As the roller coaster to the bottom of the moment, a sudden power failure, can no longer rise.

He leaned against the wall and squatted down slowly, taking a long breath.

At this moment, he finally understood grindevoir's plan. He openly opened up his relationship with Hogwarts and Dumbledore.

He understood each other's plan, but there was no way. He felt cold and powerless. All persistence lost its meaning at this moment. Azkaban's Dementors never brought him pain.

After sitting for a while, he held the cat and slowly swayed in Hogwarts.

Walking to an empty classroom on the third floor, he opened the door and went in. He put the black and white cat on the platform. He touched the cat's head, gave her a kiss on the head and whispered, "I'm sorry."

The cat barked, not knowing what it meant.

Then Hoffa walked out of the classroom and locked the door.

He walked alone in the empty Hogwarts, fingers slowly across the Millennium carved stone bricks on the wall. For thousands of years, does this school have the same people as itself. Walk alone in the corner, there is nothing around.

He put down his disguise completely.

He began to think, to think about himself.

The more he thinks, the more he finds himself meaningless.

He thought of Miranda, he thought of Silby, he thought of grindevoir, he thought of Dumbledore, he thought of fatil.

Everyone has their own plans, everyone has their own goals, except for him.

All along, he has been living in the shadow of others. He passively prevents opponents, passively helps others, passively accepts other people's ideas, passively allows the world to change itself.

Except for some simple ideas, he never thought about what he really wanted. He didn't understand his place in the universe at all.

He has no goal, no parents in his life, no godfather of Sirius, no rival like Voldemort to drive his revenge. He didn't have any regrets in his previous life. He didn't have too many ideas about material.

At the beginning of the new sense of magic contact, gradually, he found that magic and super power is a meaningless thing.

When I was a child, I thought magic was cool and dazzling, but it was just the novelty and curiosity of things I had never seen before. But this curiosity doesn't fill in the void.

He has no pursuit, no motivation, no goal.

As a human being, his essence is blank.

Hogwarts can't fill that gap.

No one can make up for this congenital gap.

He continued to think and couldn't stop thinking.

He thought about his feelings for Hogwarts. What are you guarding with your unreasonable love and unspeakable persistence?

In the end, he found that he was not guarding Hogwarts, but his fantasy of life and simple desire.

Reality is full of all kinds of desires, like a pot of stew, * * *, interests, dignity, reputation, war...

it is precisely because the reality is so cruel that he constructs a Utopia in his heart and tries to project himself into this utopia.

But Hogwarts is not Utopia, no place is utopia, Hogwarts is only Hogwarts, reality is only reality. Cruelty, chaos.

He went to the school hunting ground, the breeze blowing through the snow in winter, he spit out a mouthful of frost white fog.Think of last year I was here in the air against sylby. Now, Hoffa asks himself, will he make the same decision again?

He didn't know.

The only thing he knows is that he can't go back.

Either become the same as reality, or choose to destroy...

in the sky, a round of blood red full moon shines high. Hoffa walked to the edge of the hunting ground near the Black Lake, stood on a cliff more than 100 meters away, looked at the shimmering water in front of him, and slowly turned around.

At the moment, his shadow is behind him. It's long in the blood red full moon. The shadow is not the shape of human beings at all. It's winding like venom and flowing with terrible colors.

Then, the shadow struggled to get up from the ground, and quickly extended into a transparent giant hundreds of meters long.

The boy stood in front of the dragon, not as long as its front teeth.

The gorgeous dragon spewed a pungent smell of sulfur from the sky and whispered, "do you think you can get rid of me? In a simple and crude chamber? "

At this point, Hoffa calmed down. He looked at the dragon's head in front of him and said, "let's do it."