Chapter 299

Hoffa opened his eyes again. His face was cold. He stood up and said, "where's little Patty?"

"I don't know." Nicoleme was at a loss. "What's the situation? Did he launch the black mark? Who was fighting with you just now

"Garrett grindevo." He walked back with a cold face.

"Sure enough... Sure enough, it's him."

"I didn't expect anyone else to do that," he said, holding his head and gritting his teeth

Hoffa didn't answer. It's not a good time to chat.

He and nicoleme returned from the roof of the stadium to the camp.

At this moment, the carnival camp is in a mess, the road is black by countless pedestrians, and the smoke is rolling, covering the sky.

Along the way, tents were burning, and the air was full of the smell of wood and cloth burning. The rescue of the Ministry of magic had not come yet. A group of witches huddled together and ran towards the woods, as if to escape some terrible existence.

"Mud seed"

"you deserve this day!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

accompanied by unbridled laughter.

"The flames are burning!" With a loud explosion, an orange fireball flying around. The tent on the side of the road is on fire.

Several hooded guys came from afar. They seemed to enjoy the chaos and set the tent on fire by the side of the road without stopping using their wands.

"My children are in there, you demons --" Several witches in pajamas rushed out and roared. But caught off guard, he was hanged upside down with a curse.

"Howl."

"Struggle..."

the hooded ones pointed up their wands, pushed forward and slowly moved on the field. Above their heads, several figures in pajamas were floating in the air, two of them were very small. They were twisted into various strange shapes, some crouched on their knees, some with their heads back, some with their chin up, some with their mouths open, but they couldn't make a sound.

Like a string puppet, it is controlled by invisible rope from a wizard's wand in a mask.

Hoffa stopped, expressionless, in front of the masked men.

Several guys who are laughing and controlling the doll stop and turn to look at the boy and the old man, who are looking at each other for a moment.

What are you looking at

"Well, what are you dressed up for?"

The men appeared to be drunk, drunk and staggering to Hoffa.

One of the tall men with high toes even used his magic wand to arrogantly pick up pieces of his clothes which were torn by the battle.

"Met Mei Wa?"

"Or did the old man tear it?"

"Ha ha ha!! It's really interesting..... Burp....

laughter reverberates in the sky, but the tall man's body flies up, spinning away like a shell, bumping through the burning tent, wiping off the low trees, and flying all the way to the distance, until the laughter turns into a cry of panic and disappears in the sky.

Hoffa put down his palm, and his golden eyes glanced at the others.

"Go away."

Several people with masks collapsed to the ground in fright. They looked at each other and ran away.

The puppets in twos and threes fell from the sky. They ran away in a panic. Only one boy didn't leave. She looked at the sky and the last girl who was still upside down, anxiously stretching out her arm.

"Sister..."

and the last little girl hung upside down in the sky, her nightgown covered her head and slowly rotated.

Hoffa stood in the floating figure, facing the corner of the empty tent, his face livid: "put her down."

No response.

"Can't you hear me, crouch?"

The invisibility cloak was suddenly lifted, and a young man with withered and yellow hair appeared. He was pale and sweating, but he said with a proud smile: "do you see it, do you see it, Mr. Bach, I made it! I successfully launched the black mark!!

"You did a good job."

Hoffa nodded calmly and pointed at the young man.

"Come here."

The young man with withered and yellow hair felt something. He rubbed his hands and hid his wand behind him. He laughed and didn't come forward.

"Don't you want to see the master?" Hoffa tilted his head and waved, "come here, I'll take you to him right away."

"Hey, hey, hey..."

little batty was relieved and ran to Hoffa.

Bang!!

A slap in the air.

Fly him straight back.

Little Barty fell to the ground, covered his bleeding mouth, and half of his face swelled at the speed visible to the naked eye.He exclaimed in disbelief, "why did you... Why did you... Hit me?"

Hoffa looked down at him, his left hand picked out the teeth stuck in the palm of his right hand.

"You... You, why hit me!"

He raised his wand, pointed at Hoffa, and asked, "just for a few mud seeds?"

Pop!

The magic wand was kicked off, and the little girl floating in the sky fell to the ground. The boy rushed to hold his sister.

Hoffa moved the weeping brothers and sisters in front of him and strode forward. Then he picked him up again in Barty's terrified eyes.

Bang!!

Another slap.

"You hit me again, you hit me again! I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything, you... "Little Barty crouch fell to the ground, legs on the ground, crazy back," you... You... "

Hoffa caught up with him in three or two steps, picked him up with his back.

Little Barty raised his hand in tears: "you're the boss, don't... Please, Mr. Bach, I'm wrong, I'm wrong... Don't hit me...

PA!

Bang!!

Pop!!!

The clear sound reverberated, and even the brothers and sisters who were crying in the distance stopped crying. They shivered and watched the bald boy riding on the Yellow haired young man in the distance, bowing violently.

Little Barty was dead. He was lying on the ground like a deserter in a hail of bullets, and he was crying and crawling to the distance. At this time, nicoleme came forward, grabbed Hoffa's arm and said anxiously, "Bach, Bach... Don't fight. If you fight again, you'll die. It's up to the master to beat the dog. Our goal is resurrection."

Hoffa Buyi, who was caught by his arm, kicked little Barty in the chest, kicked little Barty crouch, who had been beaten to a pig's head, in the corner and rolled into a pile of broken wooden barrels.

"Don't fight, Hoffa Bach," Nico lemme said sternly, his beard shaking. "We have to get out of here. If we don't, we won't have a chance when the Ministry of magic comes."

As if to confirm Nicole lemme's words, swish, swish, several broomsticks in the sky flew past.

Hoffa strode forward to the broken barrel.

I saw little Barty holding his head, curled up in the pieces of wood, looking at him, tears, nose, blood, broken teeth flowing down the corner of his mouth, his mouth issued a sobbing pain cry, while crying, but also forced to laugh, I don't know what the problem is.

He dragged little Barty's yellow hair in one hand, dragged him out of the wood chips in a scream, then came to lemme and took Nicole lemme's hand.

Crackle.

There was a light noise.

The phantom of the three disappeared.

Shortly after their illusions disappeared, a large number of Ministry of magic officials appeared in groups in the distance. They surrounded the most chaotic area with an angry look. The broom flew through the thick smoke. The wizard on the broom used his wand to spray out a column of water and extinguish the rolling fire below.

...

...

when the Hoffa trio reappeared, they returned to Nicole lemme's cabin in London.

In the living room.

Little patty is still crying, as if suffering a great injustice. Hoffa glared. His legs softened, he knelt down, hugged Hoffa's thigh, cried and laughed, and said in a trill, "don't - don't - don't hit me. You can do anything you want me to do, Mr. Bach. I'll do everything you want me to do!"

Hoffa tore him apart in disgust, picked up an empty bottle from nicoleme's table, put it into his mouth and said coldly:

"if the bottle falls, you will die."

"Wuwuwuwuwu..."

little Barty finally stopped crying. He put his hands together and curled up in the corner, trying to hold the bottle and forced a smile on his face.

Nico lemme, holding his forehead, sat in front of the fireplace and poked the stove with his wand. Suddenly, the fire was burning. He looked at little patty in the corner, shaking his head and sighing: "I don't know how Patty crouch gave birth to such a son. It's not easy."

"Don't talk nonsense. Tell me everything you know about grindevo."

The first thing Hoffa did after throwing away little Barty was to sit on the sofa and ask Nicole lemme about grindevo.

Nicoleme was a little stunned. Then he shook his head and sighed. He went to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of wine. After drinking the glass, he sighed slowly and said in a dreamy tone of memory:

"fifty years ago, everyone in the world was involved in a nightmare. No.... It may not be right to say that nightmares, it should be said that everyone was involved In a dream.That dream is so vivid that few people can wake up from it. I don't know if you've ever experienced that kind of, ah, in that dream, I became myself when I was 20 years old. When my wife and I just met, I ran in the fields... "

" get down to business. " Hoffa's bad face interrupted his memory.

Nicoleme poured himself another glass of wine: "but even so, some spiritually powerful witches are aware that something is wrong with their living world.

Those sober wizards are divided into two groups. One is led by Dumbledore. They advocate killing the source of the dream and destroying the source of the dream.

However, the other faction led by greendevo thinks that killing the source of dreams is useless, because they don't know whether the source of dreams you see is the real source of dreams. Therefore, the only way is to die. They should die in dreams and wake up in reality. "

Hoffa: did he make it

Nicole lemme: "maybe. In terms of the results, maybe it is. He was the first group to leave the dream. "

Hoffa sat down, his eyes fixed on the flickering fire, and his expression was gloomy. He thought of what grindevo had said to himself not long ago - it was so peaceful and prosperous, Hoffa. In our time, 100000 witches would only kill each other. How could there be such peace? It's too unreal.

"So greendevo decided that the world is a dream now?" Hoffa asked, frowning.

Nicoleme nodded: "maybe all the beautiful world is a dream to him, only the cold and cruel is real to him."

"Damn it

Hoffa leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his face.

He is not afraid of Voldemort or other black wizard driven by interests or dignity. If he has self desire, he will have flaws and space to use. But it's obvious that grindevo is not of this type. He is just a human Savior.

At this moment, Voldemort's rebirth plan, grindevo's plot to destroy the world, and his inner desire. These intricate things intertwined together, making Hoffa's head as big as a bucket.

He rubbed his face and almost rubbed off the skin.

In the room, Nicole lemme looks at Hoffa sorrowfully.

In the distance, little Barty, with a bottle in his mouth, did not dare to breathe.

But before long, Hoffa calmed down. His eyes were as firm as iron. Nothing could stop him from getting resurrection. He got up and came to nicoleme. "What's the date today?"

Nicole lemme: "August 25th."

Hoffa pondered for a moment: "August 25, Hogwarts will start school. If you're ready, we'll find Voldemort tomorrow. "