Chapter 194

Under the same sky of burning embers, on the other side of London, in the Ministry of magic, a mess. Everywhere you can see minarets and collapsed buildings destroyed by magic.

The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering golden symbols, constantly moving and changing. The walls on all sides are blown to pieces, and the dark black and shiny wooden boards are scattered all over the ground.

On the broken wooden board, there were many corpses and twitching seriously injured people. Some of them were cursed and some of them were directly smashed in the head by blunt instruments.

Line of sight further forward, is one by one dancing in the sky wands, up and down, floating in the magnificent but broken hall.

Under the dancing magic wand, there are two people and horses, facing each other nervously. On one side are the heavily armed Aurors and Ministry of magic officials. With their backs against the statues of centaurs and witches, they formed a circle, which was the highest level of the Ministry of magic.

And in front of them, there are countless wizard in prison clothes, they are surrounded from all directions with crazy and cruel smile.

In the group of prisoners, led by a man in a black cloak, he was surrounded by the crowd, look haggard. Walking is like walking dead, but also like a body without soul.

When he was still several tens of meters away from the crowd, the withered man raised his hand. All the prisoners stopped, and he staggered forward on his own.

Against the backdrop of others around him, the man's eyes were empty, numb and without any light. He is the warden of Azkaban, Vincent, who was planted with spiritual seeds by grindworth.

Then, another bald man came out of the crowd belonging to the Ministry of magic. He was wearing a Navy robe and looked serious and pale, but he was still very calm. That was the current Minister of magic, Leonard Spencer Munn.

"Vincent, please explain! Why did all the prisoners in Azkaban come out? "

The warden raised his head, looked at the Minister of magic and said numbly, "muen, it's over. We've lost. Surrender."

"Surrender? Just because of a monster? " The Minister of magic lashed out.

The warden said, "if you don't stop the dragon, the Muggles and most of the wizards will die in madness. Muen, think about it. "

"Have you met grindworth?" The Minister of magic has sharp eyes.

The warden nodded mechanically.

"When?"

"It's no use asking. I just want to tell you the established fact that the country has lost."

He pointed to the sky. In the distance, the Invisible Dragon breathed in the sky.

"That monster is like an infectious pathogen. Sooner or later, it will infect everyone in the world with nothingness. We must find a way to stop it."

"What does that have to do with our surrender?" The Minister of magic was puzzled.

The haggard warden shook his head: "because only grindevoir can stop it. The aurora you sent has been completely destroyed. "

"Why doesn't he come and talk to me himself?" The Minister of magic asked in a loud voice, "why did you come here?"

"He said, because he has some private affairs to deal with."

"You...!"

The Minister of magic was about to come forward, but he was held by Aurora behind him. He was dumb and lost his voice. "You asked him to come to see me in person!"

"I'm just a messenger."

The warden raised his head and looked directly into the minister's eyes. "Grindevo said," it's up to you whether you surrender or not. He doesn't care. When he wants to kill the dragon, he will kill it. Maybe he will play with it

Finally, Leonard, the Minister of magic, gritted his teeth and asked:

"what does he want?"

"Repeal all existing rules. Let the wizard and the wizard society be exposed to natural selection. "

"No way!"

Leonard's eyes were sharp. "Don't expose it. It's the wizard's law that we have lived by for generations!"

"Then there's no way. I was forced too. Don't blame me." Vincent said softly, turned and disappeared among the numerous prisoners.

Numerous prisoners of Azkaban came forward one after another, raised their magic wands, and the Ministry of magic officials also recited incantations at the same time. The magic in the air can tear up almost every molecule in the environment.

War is on the verge of breaking out.

Just then, however, a group of dark shadows flew over the sky.

A fire dragon of different shapes fell from the sky, and a man jumped from the dragon's back and landed on the ground.

He raised his hand and yelled, "wait a minute."

The distance between the prisoner and the Ministry of magic officials was filled by more than a dozen fire dragons. They clapped in a row, opened their sharp mouths, spewed flames, and forced the prisoners to retreat.

Fatil jumped off the dragon's back and walked quickly to Vincent: "where is grindevo? I want to talk about the terms."

Warden Vincent looked at fatil and saw a flash of light in his eyes, but then the light faded again"It's too late, dreises. No one can stop him. There is no hope in the world. We have no choice but to play with him to the end. "

As soon as the words were heard, some prisoners tried to rush forward directly against the dragon's body. The fiery fire dragons immediately opened their mouths and bit off the limbs of several prisoners, but at this time, the prisoners, like those who could not feel the pain, cried out and rushed forward.

Fatil raised his arm again and yelled, "stop it all."

His voice forced down the impetuous fire dragons.

He looked at the warden and spoke very fast: "give us an hour. In an hour, what should you do?"

The warden raised his head numbly: "it's meaningless to struggle."

Fatil: give it a try

After a moment's silence, the warden twisted his face and pulled out a smile: "who gave you this illusory hope, drasse?"

On the other side, Hoffa stumbled up the bank. Looking at the sky as red as doomsday, I felt desperate for a moment. The completely uncontrollable self is so terrible.

He was panting and exhausted. The high temperature everywhere almost dried Hoffa.

The red sky hung like blood, piercing the deep blue fjords and cities. At this moment, the creature was vague and huge. It was hundreds of feet long, had a long and sharp tail, and had a head like a lion's head. Rolling in the treacherous and gloomy fog, the whole body is shining with red scales, and there is a hot orange light in the cracks of the scales.

He looked at his wrist. The magic watch used to store magic was smashed by the dragon in the battle.

Sure enough, the one who knows himself best is always himself.

His weakness is clear in that longan. Without the magic watch, he could not support such a high intensity of crazy fighting.

Around him, groups of people in panic and despair, their faces twisted, their hands holding their heads tightly, and their bodies seemed to be distorted and virtual. They were frantically fleeing and shouting. The sky behind them showed strange colors, as if some evil force was coming.

Infected by these people, Hoffa felt fear, trembling in fear, and totally unspeakable loneliness and depression of Pengbai. The force almost made him howl.

But he stuck to it, gnashing his teeth and murmuring, "you're close enough to yourself."

With that, he tore off his magic watch and looked around.

At this time, he found that the place where he landed was a Muggle airport, with several Muggle flamethrowers parked in the distance. It has a green, blue and gray mix of paint, gold wings with blue and red rings.

All of a sudden, he had a plan in mind.

In the sky, the roar of the dragon is getting louder and louder, which contains unspeakable spiritual power, making the whole London people fall into madness and despair.

Some weak minded people, with painful and twisted expressions, ran into the wall and died. Some people choose to hold a gun and shoot themselves in the back of the head....

on the ground, Hoffa glides up with his plane. This is his first attempt to drive this kind of thing, but he has no other choice.

As the plane flew into the sky, Hoffa pressed and held the button, the wings spewed out fire snakes and landed on the scales of the dragon. But not even its cuticle.

But it caught its attention. As soon as the Dragon saw the tiny plane in the distance, he burst out laughing.

Its body is deformed again, accompanied by a red fire thunder falling from the sky, and the magic power in all directions is directly extracted. On its whole body, a pair of wings grow again. At this moment, it becomes a six winged beast.

The beast's back was scaly, with a strong liquid like plasma, and strong to the extreme magic wave, disappeared on the spot.

Hoffa didn't dare to look back. He just drove to the top of his horse and rushed to the Atlantic without looking back.

Through the clouds, he looked sideways, it appeared in the blood red sky, this time, it became a charged dragon. It's his own metamorphosis, he's carrying lightning. He rushed to himself very fast.

Without hesitation, he alighted from the plane, which disappeared in front of the dragon with a long tail gas. The Dragon followed the plane and flew out of the clouds.

The plane went out of the clouds and was crashing down. He left the land and below was the choppy Atlantic Ocean.

In the turbulent Atlantic Ocean, numerous warships, some of them German and some of them British, are moored at the moment.

They are at war.

Seeing this scene, the dancing dragon cried out with excitement.

Strangely enough, the more excited and manic he was, the more rational Hoffa was.

He looked at the dashboard in front of him and quickly controlled the plane with his hands, quickly becoming proficient from unfamiliar.

The plane dived to a height of several tens of meters from the Atlantic Ocean and flashed past the steel warship.With a violent explosion, the Dragon collided with the warship with incomparable strength, and the warship was smashed to pieces.

These huge warships can only block its speed for a moment, the amazing explosion did not even penetrate its hard skin.

Hoffa didn't care about the explosion behind him. At the moment, his brain is in high-speed geographic operation.

He looked into the distance. Nine miles away, there was a white sand. It's perfect for him to achieve his goals.

Boom!!

Behind him, the hot breath caught up.

As soon as Hoffa pulled the control lever, the flamethrower avoided breathing and flew to the remote dune island.

But at the same time, accompanied by a violent sonic boom, nihilistic dragon flapped its wings and directly broke through the speed of sound.

It sucked the exhaust, spread out its wings and caught up with the Muggle plane. The claw caught the tail of the plane and threw it into the air.

Among the black smoke and debris, Hoffa on the plane, like a nestling bird, was carried by the dragon and thrown into the sky.

Hoffa fell from the sky with a smile on his lips.

Above the sea, a big wave more than one meter high came head-on, and the burning plane rolled into the sea. It exploded.

Boom!!

At the moment of the explosion, Hoffa's eyes flashed by. His back wings wrapped him and curled up. The impact of the explosion directly sent him to an isolated island. On the gray sand, he ploughed a deep and bottomless notch.

He stumbled up from the beach, ragged and full of wounds. At the moment, his magic was at the bottom. Behind the wings into invisible.

The Dragon fell from the sky and smashed heavily on the surface of the Atlantic Ocean.

The sea turned rough, hundreds of meters of water did not reach the dragon's neck.

With the intense heat, it is like a monster like Godzilla, climbing out of the sea step by step and climbing up the sand dune island where Hoffa stands.

"Run, why don't you run?"

The Dragon tilts its head, makes a rumbling sound, and stares at another superego with the same eyes as human beings.

"There's nothing to run."

Hoffa moved his neck. "We're here. Let's talk."

"Ha ha, do you want to take a gun from your crotch and put it on my head?" The dragon of nothingness mocks,

"Muggle toys are useless to me, my kindness, no magic, what are you, but a waste, why do you negotiate with me?"

Hoffa wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded, "you're right. I don't have magic. I'm a waste. But like me, you have no magic, aren't you rubbish? "

"How can it be? My magic is absorbed from all things in the world. It's endless." The Dragon burst out laughing, "how can I..."

with a smile, the smile stopped on his face.

Hoffa tilted his head, calm abnormal: "what are you laughing at?"

The Dragon stepped back. It looked at its claws and began to shake involuntarily. Then, the body of several hundred meters shortened with the speed visible to the naked eye.