Chapter 191

The Dragon roared across the sky. The crowd ran around the city like crazy, but they couldn't see the dragon.

In the absurd City, they shed tears, they collapse, they face the inner loneliness, they are miserable, they can not vent their emotions, they either go crazy in silence, or die in carnival.

A week later. On the hillside of an unknown seaside town, Hoffa wakes up from a nightmare. His face is pale, and his back is hurt by his shabby wooden bed.

It took a while for his golden eyes to regain focus.

At the moment, about a week has passed since Hogwarts' crazy experience. In this week, the nihilistic dragon flying around the world and his soul link make Hoffa experience nightmares and illusions all the time.

He can dream of each other's position, thoughts and behaviors, just as Harry often dreams of Voldemort, even more frequently and crazily.

He sat up from the wooden bed and heard the voice of something or nothing coming from the hillside outside the door.

"Is he going to be ok?"

"He's in good health, just like a bull."

Hoffa got up and walked out of the door barefoot. It turned out that in the early morning sun, fatil and aglia were talking by the fire with two strings of fish in it.

"I'm not asking about his body, I'm saying..."

agraia pointed to his head and asked fatil softly.

"Very few people die more than twice."

Fatil fiddled with the bonfire and said carelessly, "unless that man loses hope completely."

"So...

agleia saw Hoffa standing by the wooden door and chose to shut up.

Fatil also saw Hoffa, and he nodded to him.

"Oh, wake up."

"I'll get the tea."

Said agraia, taking a look at Hoffa and walking around the back of the house.

After she left, Hoffa stepped on the snow on the ground and slowly came to the campfire on the hillside to say hello.

"Hi."

"Did you sleep well?"

Fatil asked without raising his head.

"Well."

Hoffa nodded and sat on the stone.

Put your hand on the fire and look at the man you haven't seen several times since the beginning of school.

The guilt and uneasiness in his heart are hard to say. Just a week ago, he almost killed the other party's daughter.

But obviously, fatil didn't mean to entangle in the past. He took out a newspaper from behind and handed it to Hoffa. Hoffa took a look, and the content in the newspaper was shocking.

In the black-and-white magic photos, groups of people crowded in the city, their faces smeared with oil paint, smashed like savages, including Muggles and witches. They usually smash the burning materials in their hands to high buildings and cars.

Among them, some people also put their faces close to the camera, shouting crazily, "God is dead!"

With laughter, the reporter with the camera was rushed to the ground by the chaotic crowd.

Hoffa tightened his fingers and put down the newspaper.

"The country is close to collapse, and a lot of people die of suicide and homicide every day."

No one cares about the rules anymore. Hogwarts is closed. Gulinger is bankrupt.

Greendevo wants to destroy the cornerstone of the whole British society, and his goal is being achieved step by step. "

After a pause, he said, "I've been here for a long time. The next step in greendevo must be other infrastructure, maybe Azkaban, maybe the magic Hospital of San mungo.

Agraia and I are leaving here today. We are going to stop grindevo and make an end with him. "

At this time, agraia turned from the back with a small cup. She heard fatil's words and exclaimed: "father..."

but fatil didn't pay attention to her. He looked at Hoffa straightforwardly:

"that nihilistic dragon, someone must stop it. It walks in the Muggle world, chaos and nothingness. It is the source of everything. If it does not disappear, despair and pain will always envelop the world. "

Agraia sighed. She went up to Hoffa and handed him a cup of hot pine needle tea.

Hoffa gratefully took it and took a sip, slightly bitter, but hot.

"Do you want me to defeat that dragon?" He asked softly.

Fatil didn't answer, just looked at him.

"I don't know what to do."

Hoffa put down the paper. "I'm not sure I can beat it."

"If anyone can beat that monster, it must be you." Fatier said:

"it's born from you. It's a monster. Only you can understand its motives and weaknesses, right?"

Hoffa took a branch and fiddled with the bonfire in front of him. After a long silence, he suddenly turned his head"Its body."

"What?"

"It does have part of my soul, but its body is not mine. I want to know who made its body."

"If it's just physical life, I think it must be the work of Norberg Hagrid, who used Alchemy to extract the lives of other dragons and integrate them into a monster."

"Norbert Hagrid?"

Hoffa was stunned and thought of his strange adventure in the summer vacation. The most wanted man with a full face and beard.

"Norbert Hagrid made another body of mine?"

"Yes, I've seen him once before."

Fatil took a note from his pocket and handed it to Hoffa:

"if you want to find him, you can follow this map. I left a magic beacon on him last time, but I don't have time to find him any more."

Hoffa looked at the note and thought of the summer vacation when Norbert left him alone. That guy, did he make another one himself.

At this moment, fatil finished his cup of tea. He stood up and said, "life is hard. I think you have to face him sooner or later."

Hoffa folded up the note. "I understand."

"Good." Fatil nodded with satisfaction.

He turned and patted agraia on the shoulder. "If there's anything you want to say, hurry up. We're going to start soon."

With that, he walked down the hillside and disappeared into the whirling bush, leaving behind Hoffa and aglia by the winter campfire, facing each other.

Agraia looked at Hoffa and seemed to have a lot to say to him, but they just exchanged their eyes and knew each other's thoughts. Now they can't retreat.

In the end, she didn't say anything wonderful, just looking at Hoffa: "you're OK, don't do stupid things."

Hoffa nodded: "I understand."

After a simple breakfast, fatil left Hoffa with aglia. They mounted the dragon and disappeared into the sky.

Now, sitting by the campfire alone, facing the ocean in the distance, he opened the paper similar to the navigation map that fatil had given him.

On the paper, an arrow points to the far-off hebdiri islands.

After confirming his position, he quietly turned around and embarked on the unknown journey. This is the second time that he carries out the task about Norbert, but this time, it is no longer for adventure and stimulation, but for his own salvation.

...

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North Sea Island, Azkaban prison.

On the ground, the blood was winding and flowing, among which were scattered with gravel and batons. The bodies of countless prison guards fell to the ground, some limbs twisted into hemp, and some heads were knocked open. Even some bodies were abruptly torn in two.

A silver dragon's patron saint perched on the top of the dungeon, its cold eyes looking around, such a scene does not seem to cause any fluctuations to it. Azkaban's Dementors flutter in the corner under the light of the patron saint.

Countless prisoners in blue and white stripes gathered under the patron saint of the lower dragon. They raised their heads, and their bodies were still covered with warm blood.

Surprisingly, they all remained silent.

In Noda's prison, there was a clanging sound. It was the sound of knuckles and iron railings.

A man with pale hair, with slender fingers across the cold iron railings, tapping the iron.

In his right hand, he was dragging a bruised man in a black cloak, who was the warden of Azkaban.

Plop!

The warden rolled down the steps and was surrounded by countless prisoners who had been suppressed for years.

The warden looked up and saw the expression of anger and worship in the prisoners' eyes, but the frenzy was as ferocious as wild animals. It almost made him faint.

Grindevo stood at a height and scanned for a week:

"prison, the specialty of human civilization, the machine depriving time and hope. The reasons why you are here are murder, plunder, treason and violence. Morally, you are all incurable thugs, criminals.

But in my opinion, these morals are rules. All rules are lies. There is only one rule in the world. There should be only one rule, survival of the fittest. "

There was a commotion among the prisoners.

Greendevo: "I have a natural preference for those who dare to break the rules. We are human beings, and the original sin of human beings exists in everyone. And sometimes, humans don't have the right to choose... Right? "

He slowly finished, the prison rang out like thunder and lightning applause. The fanaticism and hope in their eyes are even more serious. They are looking at the Savior.

The applause was about to stop, and there was an angry voice on the ground"Madman!! Monster!! The devil

It turned out that the warden roared. He struggled to support himself, pointed to grindevo and said, "you wait, someone will come to clean you up..."

"I will prove it to you."

Grindevo interrupted him slowly but firmly: "that's it - warden. In the face of certain times, will also change and you are the same

He snapped his fingers.

"Schmidt."

In the shadow of the distance, step by step out of another man, he was tall, wearing heavy shackles, he looked at grindevo, eyes full of tears and respect.

"It's time to give yourself up," grindevo said faintly

"Yes."

Said Schmidt, who stepped forward and squatted down in front of the collapsed warden. Put a piece of sharpened iron into the warden's hand.

The warden looked at the iron in his hand with a look of astonishment.

Grindwall: "warden Vincent, you have two choices. One is to kill Schmidt, so that you can join us and continue to live in this absurd world. The other is being killed by my friends. "

"I love you, eat shit! You think I'll listen to you? " The warden growled.

"You only have five seconds. Rutrov will give you five seconds to kill him."

"You are an antisocial lunatic, a lunatic!"

The warden gasped and scolded: "destined to be nailed to the shame pillar of the wizard forever."

Grindevo was not moved at all and held out a palm: "5,"

the countdown began.

The warden was trembling and staring at grindevoir.

Schmidt rutrov, however, knelt down on one knee with deep feeling and looked at grindevoir.

"Four," grindevo said, putting a finger away.

"Madman... You madman..."

the warden was short of breath, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"3,"

grindevo once again put away a finger, cold as a machine like countdown.

“3！！”

All the prisoners were staring at the two men in the field, shortness of breath, clenching their fists. They could not help but start the countdown with grindevo, and the sound rang through the prison.

The warden looked at the iron in his hand.

"You... You psychopath!"

The warden was shaking like a furuncle, and cold sweat came out of every corner of his body.

“2。”

Grindevo raised his eyebrows, grinned, and almost closed his last finger.

“1。”

At this moment, the invisible pressure is like the last straw to crush the camel.

The warden struggled to get up, with a sharp piece of iron inserted into rutrov's neck, who was kneeling on the ground. Between the gushing blood, the ground was instantly dyed red.

When the iron was pulled out, the warden looked at the red iron in his hand, and then at the motionless lutrov. For a time, two tremors, iron fell on the ground. Collapse under great pressure, kneel down and cry.

Grindevo bent down and touched rutrov's cheek with his hand. "You are the best angel."

Schmidt rutrov fell to the ground with a smile. He died.

Grindevo stood up straight, not looking at the kneeling warden or the dying Schmidt rutrov. His eyes were fixed on the void, stubborn and arrogant.

This moment.

Tsunami like cheers resound through the prison, like paradise lost at the end of the day. In this dark cage for so long, no one wants to stay here.

The roar lasted for no more than a second and then stopped.

Grindevo put up a finger and said calmly:

"I decided to take some people out of here and do something more meaningful. However, there are conditions for you to go out with me. "

With a wave of grindevo's finger and a loud bang, all the bars of the prison flew out and scattered in front of the prisoners.

Grindevo looked around for a week and stepped over Schmidt's body. The crowd broke into two rows automatically. He said faintly:

"only half of the people here can go out. I only want the best people. As a pass to freedom, find your opponent and kill your opponent. "

After that, he walked through the prisoners without squinting, leaving behind the group of prisoners looking at each other.

Finally, I do not know who is the first to rush to the ground, the iron rod, this action such as lighting the fuse of explosives, the whole prison to a complete disorder and madness.