Chapter 297

"So?"

Hoffa frowned.

"So I'm going to do something for my master. I'm going to launch the black mark and announce this great moment!" In the black forest, little Barty said feverishly.

Hoffa opened his mouth wide and gradually recalled that this little Patty was obviously the kind of star brain powder of later generations. He didn't have much opinion and brain. He would powder when he saw the bull. Show a high degree of identity and centripetal force to their own group, and show a high degree of hatred and hostility to other groups. On the one hand, they try their best to hold the people they like high, on the other hand, they don't care whether they have the strength to hold that position. In the end, what he maintained was not Voldemort, but his fragile self-esteem.

At this time, if there is a black mark in such a place, won't it push the extremely weak Voldemort to the target of public criticism? Originally, the Ministry of magic thought that he was dead. Wouldn't it be like shouting up to heaven - I'm not dead, all come to me!

Hoffa is an inspiration. He can't let this fool launch the black mark, which will make his plan more difficult.

"You dare!"

Hoffa drank suddenly, and little Barty sat down on the ground.

However, when he was ready to kill this guy, he completely put out little Barty's dangerous idea.

Pa pa pa...

the sound of rapid footsteps came from the distance.

He turned his head at once, and saw a frightened, strange man in a highland pleated skirt and a South American Cape rush out of the woods.

I haven't heard from Hoffa yet.

Bang!!

Then came a clear shot from behind.

The man in the kilt fell to the ground.

At this time, Hoffa recognized that this man was the official of the Ministry of Magic who received him into the Quidditch World Cup camp in the morning?

He rushed over and helped the man up. He was shaking all over, and was hit by a bullet in the back. The location of his wound was emitting strange green smoke.

"What's the matter with you?" Hoffa asked in shock.

"Sleep, sleep and die... Sleep and die!"

The man grabbed his arm with a ferocious expression and repeated with trembling lips: "sleep... Die... Sleep... Die..."

"what? What did you say? " Hoffa didn't understand.

He opened his eyes wide and there was no sound.

"Hello? Hello? What happened? "

Hoffa shook him hard, but the man's body disintegrated at the speed visible to the naked eye under his shaking, first his back, then his arm, and finally his head, all of which became fragments and dust under the erosion of the wound on his back.

He raised his head abruptly. In the fog of the night, a guy dressed similar to the one when the theater was destroyed was standing in the fog. He wore a metal birdcage, an old black uniform, and a gun.

It's such a strange person again. Hoffa takes a breath.

He has seen this strange dress in the memory of the God of nightmares. Those people who were controlled by Silby 50 years ago were dressed like this. Did they come for themselves? Or do you say that your delay in going back has led to the collapse of the world line?

In the fog, the man with the birdcage fired a shot, without hesitation turned the gun head, and pulled the trigger again at little patty in a daze in the open space.

Bang!!

A bullet glowing green.

Hoffa's face changed. Without hesitation, he flew up, kicked little Patty away, and then rushed to the man in the fog.

A shot failed, cage head strange man by Hoffa fly out, heavy hit on the ground.

"Who are you?"

Hoffa picked him up. The man didn't even weigh 50 kilograms. He was very light.

"Savior (German)"

the man in the strange cage said calmly.

"Did you burn my theater?"

Hoffa asked sharply.

"Hum."

The man under the cage showed deep disdain in his eyes. He looked at him with the eyes of a fool, and then his body expanded rapidly, as if it had been inflated.

Hoffa felt bad and threw him away like an electric shock.

The man's body exploded in the distance.

There was a flash of intense green light, and there was no sound. The trees and tents within tens of meters, together with the man himself, all turned into dust and floated down slowly.

Hoffa scowled and went to the clearing, where the green smoke and dust were eating away and making a crackling sound.

Soon, the dust and smoke dispersed, only dozens of meters around, nothing left, only a crooked cage was blown to the ground, the cage head slowly emitting some green smoke.He just touched the head of the birdcage with his hand, and the smoke eroded his hands out of holes. He retracted his palm in pain.

Dead, that's it?

Hoffa looked at the palm of his hand and thought of the guy's disdainful smile before he died. He always felt that things were not so simple.

So he spread his wings behind him, and in the face of little patty, he soared to the sky, hundreds of meters high.

In the whistling Welsh night sky, he closed his eyes and was covered by his mental place within a few kilometers.

Cheering crowds, flying brooms, and... Hundreds of men holding torches in the fog. They stood outside the Quidditch stadium, about every 100 meters, holding torches, waiting quietly.

Hoffa opened his eyes and took a breath.

He can't help but think of the last thing that happened in the theater. He was a money boy in the theater. It attracted a lot of Muggles who wanted to get what they didn't want. As a result, they were all over the place. Thousands of people were turned into dust, and there were no bones left. Muggles don't even know that people are dead or missing.

And this time... There were hundreds of guys dressed the same way, surrounded the big Quidditch stadium. He realized that maybe the self exploding man just now didn't come for himself, but where there were more people, he was a complete terrorist.

Damn it!

Think of Voldemort's target Harry Potter is still watching the game, he dare not have the slightest hesitation, after landing on the ground, he immediately rushed to the court, passing by little Barty, he told little Barty, "you find a place to hide yourself first."

"Mr. Bach? Mr. Bach! Where are you going? "

"When are you going to take me to the master?" little Barty called anxiously behind him

Hoffa didn't answer. He untied the twinkling vine. Then he blinked and disappeared.

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"now we are going hand in hand! Who on earth will win? "

"Close, close!"

"Oh no, Linqi fell to the ground!"

"Snitch, Viktor Krum caught snitch, my God, my God!"

"Ireland wins!"

Inside the court, the victory is divided. Ludo bagman yells wildly and blankly, "Crum caught the snitch, but the Irish team won - my God, I don't think anyone expected such an outcome!"

Scores flashed on the scoreboard, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience didn't seem to realize what was going on. And then, slowly, like a giant jet speeding up, the voices of the Irish supporters grew louder and louder, and finally there were countless cheers.

"Now, the Irish team members walk around with their mascots, and the Quidditch World Cup trophy is sent to the top box!" Bagman said in a bell like voice.

The players of the Irish team danced with joy, and their mascots threw showers of gold coins at them. Flags were waving all over the stadium, cameras were flashing, and the Irish national anthem was singing from all directions.

Hoffa walked anxiously from a group of flag waving fans to Nico Leme.

Niko lemme saw him coming and stood up excitedly from his chair. "Boy, did you see the last scene? Wonderful, twists and turns, snatching the snitch did not rewrite the game

"How long does it take for the rotten corpse to be poisoned?"

Hoffa pressed Nico lemme on the shoulder without saying a word.

"Ah?" Nicole lemme was confused. "What are you talking about?"

Hoffa reached out and handed the twisted iron cage to Nicole lemme's nose. At the moment, the cage was still covered with light green smoke. The smoke contacted his skin and made a zizzy sound. It constantly corroded his skin, but it was quickly repaired by the blood clan ability.

After seeing the birdcage, Nicole lemme's expression gradually changed from excitement in the carnival to amazement, and finally to fear. He slumped down on the chair, his face as white as paper, and his forehead as cold as sweat.

Hoffa: "I was just outside. Someone blew himself up and attacked me. There was no ashes left in the explosion for tens of meters. Is this carrion?"

Nicole lemme looked at him blankly.

Huo FA said angrily, "talk, how long does it take for the carrion poison to break out? Will the whole stadium be poisoned?"

Nicoleme was roared by Hoffa and woke up. He wiped the cold sweat on his head and shook his head. "No... impossible... Poisoning 100000 people. There is no such thing in the world..."

"then what is it?"

"I... I haven't studied, I haven't studied, maybe not, but I feel that the alchemy nature of carrion poison is a little bit like..."

while speaking, the Bulgarian team and the Irish team's players finished their prize, and the crowd surged out of the Quidditch stadium. They sang and cheered, and the little banshees kept shuttling over their heads, waving their lanterns, GA Giggle.too bad!

Think of the hundreds of terrorists waiting outside the Quidditch field.

Huo FA whispered that it was not good. If it wasn't carrion poison, was it going to blow people to death directly?

He didn't hesitate to drag Nico lemme to the top box, but when he got back to the top box, Harry Potter and they had already left. Looking down through the glass on the top floor of the corridor, good guy, every 100 meters outside the stadium, there is a grand carnival.

The center of the carnival is a few exposed women waving the Irish flag. They are held up by several strong men and thrown high into the sky.

In the air, the woman's body suddenly turned into countless golden coins and flowers, scattered in all directions.

And the onlookers didn't know what happened. They were just immersed in the carnival at the end of the final and the stimulation of gold coins, squatting down to rob money noisily.

Hoffa's face turned white behind the glass on the top floor. In his view, where is the picture of beauty turning into money? It is clear that men in black wearing birdcages burst out in the crowd.

The silent green light flickered, and hundreds of lives were taken away in the blink of an eye. Those who thought they were robbing money did not make a sound, but directly evaporated into ashes.

But the ashes in some kind of metamorphosis packaging, into more eye-catching flowers and gold coins, let a person not be aware of the horror, but rushed up one after another, laughing.

Under the night sky, countless silver light spots are flying, which are the so-called souls.

Nicole lemme was frightened by this tragic scene and sat down on the ground. Hoffa barely held the glass to prevent himself from falling. For the first time in his life, he saw this kind of grand and extremely hidden way of killing.

Silent slaughter!!!

"What to do? What shall we do? "

Nicoleme got up from the ground in a daze. "So... So, if it goes on like this, Harry Potter will die, and so will little Barty!"

Hoffa closed his eyes and bit his lips to calm himself down:

"someone is using metamorphosis to change the environment. He turns the terrible explosion into beautiful fireworks. If we can't find the source of magic, here... Here... Maybe 100000 people will be killed quietly... We must find the source of metamorphosis!"

"Cage, that cage!"

Nicole lemme suddenly pointed to the iron cage in Hoffa's hand and called out, "it's a cage that people wore 50 years ago. They can share their dreams."

Share dreams?

Hoffa did not hesitate to put the broken cage on his head.

Click!!

It's like the heart is hammered.

A crack appeared in his unified spirit.

The huge and beautiful invisible eyes suddenly opened behind him.

Some familiar breath quickly came to him, which he experienced many years ago. It was a kind of breath that made people crazy, empty, despairing, tearing everything - the dragon of nothingness.

The most tragic memories came to his mind one after another. Hoffa tore off the cage and looked at the top in disbelief. The breath came from the top of the Quidditch stadium.

"Grindevo

Hatred surged into my heart.

With six wings on his back, he smashed open the dome of the top box of the Quidditch stadium.

Under the huge moon.

On top of the smooth, mirror like roof of the stadium, a man with his head locked in a cage sits on the top with his knees crossed.

He was skinny, dressed in a shabby black robe, and his white hair cascaded down from his shoulders to form a stream on the ground.

Although he has aged a lot and hasn't seen him for many years, Hoffa recognized his identity at a glance.

And he opens his eyes and smiles:

"long time no see, Bach."