Chapter 273

Looking at fatier's sudden outburst of madness, Hoffa stepped back involuntarily. It's such a crazy plan to go back 50 years to kill the underage greendevo.

"As long as you kill him, not to mention that agraia will not die, even this wizard war will not happen."

Fatier said more and more excited, he began to walk around the room, "those mediocre people said I did not do, how can they know my real idea, one by one afraid of him like a tiger, one by one together to warm up, but no one really has action."

"So... What will happen to her?"

Hoffa stammered.

"Who?"

Asked the fanatical fatier, turning his head and frowning.

"Chloe, Chloe, what will happen to her? She can take people up to three days at most. "

The Minister of magic's room fell into a dead silence. For a long time, fatil slowly returned to his chair, picked up a quill and turned it:

"she? What will happen to her? " He chewed Hoffa's words and asked, "what do you care about this?"

"Her blood."

Hoffa said, "her blood is the source of the magic rampage. How much blood do you need to go back 50 years ago?"

He sat back at the table and looked at Hoffa unhappily. "What do you mean?"

"If you want to go back to 50 years ago, it is estimated that 100 of her blood is not enough for you to draw."

"Oh, you worry about that."

Fatil breathed out and laughed. "You don't have to worry about that. I haven't accomplished nothing in the past year. I've built a machine that can double her strength. I believe that as long as I drain her blood, I can definitely go back 50 years.

Previously, I wanted to do it myself, but since you are here, I even want you to do it for me. After all, grindevo is probably not your opponent at your age. "

"And will she die?"

Bang!!

Fatil suddenly grabbed an ink bottle on the table and hit Hoffa heavily. The ink bottle smashed on Hoffa's face, and the fragments penetrated into his skin. The dark ink mixed with blood slowly flowed down Hoffa's face.

Fatil's face, which had just softened, completely collapsed. He squinted at Hoffa with the same blue eyes as aglia, and gritted his teeth: "are you worried about her death?"

Hoffa did not answer, allowing ink and blood to run wild on his body.

After smashing the ink bottle, fatil leaned back on his chair and gave a cold smile. "If you want to know, I'll tell you. Will die, certainly, in that kind of high-intensity space-time ability, she will die, the body and soul will be swallowed up by my time machine. However, if only one person is sacrificed, we can win the war and stop all evils. This business is extremely cost-effective to anyone. "

Listening to fatil's words, Hoffa didn't know what to say. At this time, he seemed to see another grindevo.

He seemed to see that Dumbledore had to sacrifice himself to save the overall situation of the past under the pressure of greendevo.

He seemed to see grindevo standing in front of him in the darkness in the third grade and saying to Dumbledore, "what would it be if we could eliminate the ultimate evil and sacrifice one or two people?"

"No, fatil, it won't work."

He felt the broken glass on his face, and then he rushed back and pressed on fatil's table. "There must be another way! Believe me, there must be another way

"You love her, you love that nun, don't you?"

Fatil's decadent blue eyes are sharp as a sharp knife at the moment: "if I am not catching her now, but a tramp on the street, will you still stand in front of me now?"

He squinted, got up from his chair, stepped on his desk, and walked towards Hoffa step by step, but Hoffa could only step back.

"My daughter saved you when you were most helpless. Is that how you repay her? Well

"In just one year, you'll turn around and have a new love."

Fatil's every sentence hit Hoffa's heart like a giant hammer. "I read you wrong, Bach. You are mean, shameless and ungrateful. How dare you say you didn't kill anyone when you were in France? How dare you say you didn't kill anyone when you sent that nun back all the way?"

"It's my fault!"

Hoffa said bitterly, "I didn't understand! I don't understand sacrifice and love. I've been lost in the impermanence of fate. "

He turned pale, but instead of retreating, he grabbed fatil's arm: "but now I know more and more that the more people I kill, the more I'll be like grindwall, and one day I'll be like him!"

"What's the matter? In this cruel world, there is no right or wrong at all. The only thing we have is equal value exchange. If we want to get one thing, we have to sacrifice another! Do you understand? Hoffa Bach! ""I understand, I understand too much."

Hoffa said bitterly: "but I know better that if we do, nothing will change in the end. Everything is the same as before."

"What's the difference between you and a man who has lost everything?"

Fatil growled and pressed Hoffa against the wall heavily with his backhand. "Family is everything to me. Even if I fall into hell, I will pull her back. That's the difference!"

He coughed and said, "I have no father or mother. She is the first friend I know. You are not the only one who has lost everything."

"Then help me!"

Fatil growled and spattered on Hoffa: "then help me, kill those who dare to stop me, and let my plan go smoothly!"

Hoffa's lips turned white. He looked at his face, which had been completely twisted under his silver hair. His heart was like a knife. He almost couldn't control his pain. He shook his head: "I can't do it, fatil..." he held fatil's hand. His voice was imploring: "there must be other ways. Calm down."

"There's no other way, Bach. Nothing can change fate but time. I'll ask you for the last time, can you help me? "

Their faces are very close to each other, but an invisible gully appears between them, like the East African Rift Valley tearing the earth, like the deepest Mariana Trench on the bottom of the sea.

With Hoffa's silence, fatil's face changed from rage and hope to complete coldness.

He slowly loosened Hoffa's collar and stepped back two steps. His blue eyes were covered with fatigue and numbness. Even though he still had a very young appearance, he looked like an old man now.

"In that case, you can go."

He said faintly.

Hoffa takes a step forward, the next second.

Boom!!

With an almost earth shaking blow.

Fatil's desk turned into vermicelli powder, and countless documents waiting to be reviewed on it exploded like a grenade, and became flying debris.

In the flying paper, an invisible beast hit Hoffa's chest heavily. He went straight against him and smashed him into the wall. He flew backward, then ran through four or five walls in a row, and then stopped.

Countless pieces of rubble the size of his head rumbled down. This unexpected blow caused bone fracture, which was almost impossible to estimate. Before he even had time to transform his body into steel, the invisible beast forced again, biting his thigh and throwing him up in the rubble.

Ghost walk!

Hoffa entered the ghost walk in mid air.

In the gray shadow world, the Dragon beast, who had seen himself running before, now his eyes turned red and his whole body more than doubled.

Its transparent body bit its own thigh, pushing itself forward like a madman, ploughing cracks on the ground.

Boom!!

Break a wall again.

It directly against the shadow of Hoffa smashed the wall leading to the elevator shaft, two extremely hard heads straight through the Ministry of magic elevator iron fence, through the air.

Hoffa looked at the bottomless elevator and his chest. It was as if he had only one head and half chest suspended in the elevator shaft.

"Damn it, fatil..."

he clenched his teeth and raised his head from the semi suspended state. The three ring scar on his chest was as bright as a torch. His arm snapped back to its original state, and the wound healed quickly. At the same time, he grasped the mouth of the transparent beast and entered the shadow world.

In the shadow world, the Dragon beast bites his thigh, and the long kiss directly bites his lower body and swallows it directly into his mouth.

Crackle, he put his hands in.

The huge deformation force forced him to open the mouth of the shadow dragon. He bent down and stepped on its chin to stand up.

Then, he saw that deep in the gray and transparent throat, a rapid convergence of energy, emitting a dazzling white light.

Roar!!

The invisible flame spewed out from the mouth of the shadow dragon and hit the young man with his mouth. The high temperature made the air ripple like water. Hoffa's elegant suit bought from Saville street was scattered in the blink of an eye.

He stepped on the chin of the shadow dragon, and his legs worked.

Dong!!

The fire breathing beast lost its balance and was trampled down by the huge force. Fell into the deep elevator shaft, missing, and with the help of this reaction, Hoffa rushed back out of the elevator shaft.

Among the scattered elevator shafts smashed, a sign was lying on the ground. He bent down and quickly lit the sign with his fingers.

Second floor, magic law enforcementOn the third floor, magic accident and disaster Department

the sixth floor, magic transportation department

the seventh floor, magic sports department

the ninth floor, mystery department,

"mystery department, mystery department, Nicole lemme... At the bottom..."

Hoffa soon determined where he was going. Fatil had lost his mind in his crazy obsession, and he had to go You need to find Chloe first, and then talk to him slowly.

At the same time, the walls of the Ministry of magic smashed by the shadow dragon are just like the time retrogression of flesh and blood healing, and they become complete again among the stones.

"Hissing, hissing, Kaka, KaKa"

with a dense voice, a stone ghost climbed up from the ceiling, each of which was the size of three adults, and their eyes were shining with frightening blue light.

He did not dare to hesitate, jumped into the broken elevator shaft.

As soon as they jumped down, countless stone ghosts put their heads in. They crowded in the broken elevator entrance, which made their scalp numb. They raised their marble carved arms, and a javelin appeared in each arm.

Click!!

Hoffa looks back, raises his hand and points to death.

There was a red light in the loud noise. The elevator shaft was illuminated with snow. Magic and lightning generally concentrated the heads of countless stone ghost. Hundreds of stone ghost's heads were blown to fly ash in an instant under the extreme high temperature, falling slowly from the sky.

Before Hoffa could breathe a sigh of relief.

He stopped in mid air as he fell rapidly.

Hundreds of javelins came out of the four walls, like an ancient tomb trap, and directly stabbed him into a sieve. One eye was stabbed, and his intestines were stabbed out. The blood was raging, and the elevator shaft turned into a Shura field.

"Shit!"

He swore at the bottom of his heart.

At this time, he was convinced that fatil really wanted to kill himself. Even in this case, he couldn't believe that his former teacher, his best friend's father, had done it to him.

Rows of Javelin deformation, each with a long sharp teeth. Hoffa's whole body is almost numb with severe pain. Even at night, his body can't keep up with the speed of damage.

This is not over, the elevator shaft in all directions to the middle of the squeeze over, at the moment the Ministry of magic as if alive, turned into a selective and bite beast.

Seeing that he was about to be squeezed into meat sauce, Hoffa, unable to move, looked at the top of the elevator shaft with his only remaining eye. Through the layers of the Ministry of magic and countless protective magic, he still saw the moon in the sky. Outside the Ministry of magic, it was the most intense moment of night.

He once again heard the whispers of the night God: after sleep, listen to your song in the dark, eight wild animals sink to the river of the underworld, the nail penetrates the flesh and blood of the sinner, and a prayer is given to the immortal spirit bird....

he lowered his eyes, and the three rings of his chest grow to his whole upper body. Blood red wings grow out from behind him, he shakes his wings, red feathers flying, countless steel piercing, he tore his body, ugly and terrible pieces of blood and flesh into countless flying nightingales, they deftly through the dense steel nails, flying to the ground with sweet songs, and re combined into a complete gray haired and golden eyed youth.

Hoffa looked at his bare hands in amazement, and then looked at the dense steel thorn traps on the top. He was scared and at the same time he secretly called out the mystery. The feeling of communicating with the gods just at the moment of life and death was very similar to those believers who prayed for God before death.

However, he has no time to think about the relationship between gods and himself. Chloe's life and death haunts him. He leans against the wall and walks sideways in the dark corridor.

Before long, he came to a dark round room.

The Department of mysteries is at the bottom of the Ministry of magic. Fifty years later, due to the storage of the prophecy ball, it led to the massive invasion of Tom Riddle. It is also the place where Harry's godfather Sirius died. Thinking of Sirius's death, a thick uncertainty came to Hoffa's mind.