Chapter 300

The next day.

Continuous rain shrouded the land of London, the rain crackling on the glass, disturbing.

In nicoleme's room, Barty little crouch kept turning around in the living room, like a hamster running in a roller, endless cycle.

Every turn, he turned his eyes to the young man leaning on the sofa once, but the bald man just had a sullen face and didn't pay any attention to him.

Hoffa was sitting on the sofa with a newspaper. In the newspaper, the headline of kahei is so eye-catching [the horror scene of the Quidditch World Cup] and there is a flash black-and-white photo of the black devil logo hanging on the treetop.

In the back of the photo, it records a series of changes after the Quidditch World Cup final, and the contradictions are all directed at "mysterious man" There's no one to think about grindevoir at all, or even mention that someone is missing.

This made him puzzled. Are all the people in the Ministry of magic blind? Can't you see that so many people are missing? Haven't the relatives of the missing people reported to the Ministry of magic? What's the matter with the world?

Gudu gudu...

in the basement of the house, there was the sound of boiling medicine, and then there was a strong smell of medicine in the house.

Little Barty crouch finally stopped, rubbing his hands and looking forward to the basement.

After a while, Nicole lemme came out of the basement with some plates and tubes of blue medicine on them.

"What did the ministry say?"

He came to Hoffa with a plate.

"All the attention is on Voldemort. There are no reports of missing people, not even any statements. These guys are too simple. " Hoffa looked at the newspaper without expression.

Nicole may: "Cornell fudge is not a wise wizard at all. All his attention is in his own place. He won't make a scandal during his term of office. Moreover, even if we have to report the missing person, it may take a week before we recognize the missing person. "

Hoffa browed down the newspaper, he always felt that things are not so simple. Grindevo, the guy hiding in the dark, must have used other methods to hide the news of his massacre, but he still doesn't know.

Nicoleme took out a tube of medicine from the plate and handed it to Hoffa: "this is the medicine for blood loss. It can inhibit the blood power in your body. Every sip can last about an hour."

Hoffa put down the newspaper and picked up the small bottle in front of him. The blue substance in the bottle was slowly rotating in the light of the fire. Some unknown gold fragments were shining in it. It was very beautiful.

"This thing can effectively fight against the blood power in your body, but you have to remember that in the daytime, it's like an antidote to you, which can help you restore your former magic power, but at night, this thing is poison to you, you must not drink it at night."

"I'm not stupid."

Hoffa murmured. He opened the bottle and smelled it. Suddenly, his heart was like a needle, stirring up and making a silent protest. He frowned.

Nicole may: "I specially made it into a blueberry flavor. I don't know if you like it or not."

Hoffa silently put the potion into his pocket and stood up. "Are you ready? Let's find Voldemort."

"Master..." little Patty held his forehead and groaned, almost fainting with excitement. "Master... I'm coming..."

"how can we get there?"

but Nicole lemme frowned and asked, "do you still go in Muggle's car? First of all, I've never been to Voldemort's territory. I've never been to a place where I don't have an impression in my mind. It's impossible for me to have a mirage

Hoffa's mouth opened slightly.

Nicoleme sighed. "I said, Hoffa, don't you have a phantom?"

"I don't know how to do phantom shifting..."

Hoffa was a little embarrassed when he realized that he hadn't learned the technique of phantom shifting since he came to the world of Harry Potter for such a long time. Over the years, he has always been busy in completely different areas, rarely going back. For short distance movement, he does not need the ability to create dramatic fluctuations in magic.

"Learn first," said nicoleme. "I've taught you how to take us directly."

Huo FA immediately nodded his head and agreed. But little Barty, who was excited on his side, let out a painful groan, "why can't he even move the phantom..."

"shut up

Hoffa glared at him. "I'll see you later. I won't die!"

Little Barty lowered her head weakly, her eyes flickering, and forced out a smile, "Mr. Bach said, Mr. Bach said..."

Nico lemme waved his wand, moved away some furniture in the room, and created a space on the fireplace: "phantom shifting is an ancient wizard skill, which is usually used for long-distance movement to release the spirit It's not difficult to come. The most important thing is to have a goal, determination and calm!First of all, you have to be very clear about where you are going, and have a strong desire to go. Finally, don't be anxious, count well, one, two, three, and then move into the shape calmly. Do you understand? "

Hoffa nodded. He had heard of these things, but he had never tried them.

"The first step: focus on your goal," said nicoleme, standing under a deer head sculpture under the fireplace:

"come on, try to move the shape first. There's not much difference between long distance and short distance. The only difference is magic."

Hoffa took a look at the fireplace and fixed his eyes on the small carpet under the deer's head. It was not difficult for him to concentrate. However, during the day, he had a headache and some couldn't concentrate. Even if it was raining outside, he could feel the evil of the sun behind the clouds.

With a little effort, his headache became more intense, followed by a strong sense of disgust and sleepiness, as if every cell of his body was clamoring to stop casting.

Niko lemme didn't notice Hoffa's delicate constipation expression. Seeing Hoffa frowning, he exclaimed excitedly, "OK, one, two, three! It's now, the phantom is shifting

Pop!

With violent magic waves.

Hoffa's angle of view was low, and then he rolled several times on the ground, with the soft touch of the wool carpet on his cheek. He heard little Patty's shrill laughter.

"Oh, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho..."

he frowned and tried to look up, but he couldn't do it. He could only see a headless body standing on the ground three meters away. He was surprised that the body didn't shed much blood, and if he wanted to, he could control its activity from a long distance.

Hoffa's head fell to the ground, and the headless body in the distance raised its arm.

Bang!!

With Nicole lemme holding up his wand, a strong purple smoke flashed by, and Hoffa's angle of view rose again. By the time he regained his normal vision, he had recovered his whole body, and his head was still on his neck.

Nico lemme slowly put down his wand and was puzzled: "how can you split up? Normally, a wizard of your level should not make such a low-level mistake."

"It's ok if you lose your head!"

Hoffa touched his neck. It was tight and seamless. He couldn't see the trace of his head falling off. He didn't feel much pain. It's just that the muscles are a little twisted.

This made him curious and afraid. Just now his head and body were separated, and the phantom was more dangerous than he thought.

"A brief separation doesn't matter." Nicoleme frowned and said: "the phantom distortion is space, not your body. If it doesn't exceed a certain critical point, your head will still be on your body after untiing this distortion, but once it exceeds a certain critical point, you may really die."

After a pause, he still did not understand the scratch, "however, it is reasonable to say that the spirit of the metamorphoser is far more powerful than that of the ordinary wizard, and it should not be difficult for you."

"Yes," Hoffa said helplessly with a movement of his neck, "it's still difficult for me during the day, not to mention the phantom shifting. Maybe even the casting of metamorphosis is a little reluctant."

"I see!"

Nicoleme patted himself on the forehead. "Look at my memory. It's not just right. You can try the medicine for blood loss."

Hoffa took out the blue tube of septic from his waist, pulled out the plug, frowned and swallowed it.

Nicoleme did add the taste of blueberry to it, but it couldn't relieve his instinctive aversion to the medicine.

A drink, as if to drink into a viscous incomparable oil substances, almost no time to swallow, it will stick to the top of their mouth and jaw, quickly absorbed by the human body.

Strong nausea made him bend down and cover his mouth. However, after the nausea gradually subsided, he could feel the beast flowing in his own blood gradually sleep.

Then there is a rare sense of permeability, like staying in a muggy bath all the year round, suddenly walking outside and breathing fresh air, which makes him feel refreshed. The sun behind the clouds is no longer so annoying, the light of the day is no longer so dazzling, the body has not been normal for a long time.

"How do you feel?"

Asked nicoleme.

"Good."

Hoffa put up a finger, which was as flexible as a Swiss Army knife, constantly changing to form all kinds of strange things: goblet, hammer, ribbon, snake's head and crab's pincers.

"I've restored the ability to cast spells during the day. It's a very effective potion."

"I hope you don't say that at night," murmured Nicole lemme. "Come on, try again."

Hoffa stopped playing with his fingers and refocused on the carpet under the deer's head.

Nicole lemme raised his wand: "one... Two... Three!"

Pop.With violent magic waves.

A puff of smoke passed, and Hoffa disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had already stood firmly on the plush carpet without any physical separation.

"Er......"

little patty, who was laughing secretly in the corner, was silent.

Nicole lemme said with a smile: "I said, this technology is not difficult for you, right. But you're really quick. When I was young, I practiced for three days. "

"That long?"

Hoffa's brow is locked. Although he is successful soon, he still doesn't like the ability that requires three seconds to cast. Before, he had a close encounter with many witches. In the high-intensity wizard confrontation, it's just wishful thinking to take three seconds to cast the magic shadow.

"Maybe I don't like going out, so it's useless for me." Nicoleme laughed at himself. "If you practice again, maybe you can master it today. Take us to Voldemort's hometown."

Hoffa looked out of the window to the top of the church in the distance. He closed his eyes and meditated one, two, three.

Then, crackle.

As if he was suddenly squeezed into a thick rubber tube, he couldn't breathe, and every part of his body was suffering a huge squeeze. But when he reappeared, he was at the top of the church in the rain.

"Yes... It's interesting."

After carefully studying the technique of phantom shifting, he shook his body and said, "one, two, three."

Disappear again.

Again.

It's getting farther and farther each time.

In Regent's street, Big Ben, King's Cross, about three or four seconds each.

He was like Li Kui, who was put on a magic charm by Dai Zong. He was on the top of the city of London and kept flashing. He couldn't stop at all.

It has to be said that after he became familiar with phantom shifting, he still found it very interesting. Although the magic fluctuated greatly, although the casting time was much longer than the extremely fast deformation and the ghost walking without casting time, it was still a very novel experience.

It feels like an invisible space has become a very elastic material, which can be twisted, bent, and even swam in it. As long as you have been to a place and have an impression of the location, you can reach it.

Finally, when he returned to nicoleme's house, his magic was exhausted. At this time, it's almost time to drink the medicine of septicemia.

The drowsiness and astringency brought by the day came back to his body, and he leaned on the sofa contentedly.

"Are you sure?" asked Nicole lemme

"Yes." Hoffa nodded.

"When shall we start?"

When Nicole lemme asked, little Barty put his hand to his chest and looked at him expectantly, trembling with excitement.

"In the evening." Hoffa said briefly, "I don't want to see him during the day."

"Ah... At night..."

little Patty cried bitterly and rolled on the ground with her head in her arms. "Why, I've been waiting for 13 years... I've been waiting for 13 years..."

"after waiting for 13 years, would you mind waiting a few more hours?" Hoffa asked impatiently. The madman always urged him from time to time to upset him.

Little Barty's face was flushed, and his face was flashing with romantic fantasy. He said dreamily, "if you understand the charm of the host, you will find that every second waiting to see him is suffering,"

"sick."

Hoffa didn't want to talk to him and began to meditate.

"Ah...!" After a few laps on the ground, little Barty turned back into the hamster who was running wild in the cage and circled the room, empty and lonely.

Finally, as night fell, the magic of Hoffa's body surged. He ended his meditation and took the arms of nicoleme and Barty crouch.

Pop.

The phantom has moved and disappeared.

Eight hundred miles at a time.

When he reappeared, he was standing in front of the dilapidated door of Ryder house with Nicole lemme and little Barty.