Chapter 303

On the Yellow Street, Patty, who was dragging Moody's, suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed at Hoffa.

In a flash of lightning, Hoffa rolls on the spot.

He dodged the electric magic spell and hit the wall behind him. A huge spider appeared where the wall was hit by the magic spell. The spider had thick claws and buckled on the wall. I wonder what would happen if it was just hit by the magic spell.

One hit did not hit, little Barty slowly put down his wand, showing a calm smile absolutely does not belong to him, "young, reaction is quite fast."

"I can't be fooled by the mantra." Hoffa slowly got up from the ground: "you'd better change back."

"Good eye. Who sent you, Voldemort?"

As he spoke, little Patty's face wriggled and changed into an ugly and wrinkled old man, while the old man with a broken chin in his hand turned into a young man with withered and yellow hair.

"No, we're just passing by."

Hoffa lied casually, but kept a high degree of vigilance. In less than 20 seconds, confident little Patty was defeated, and his chin was removed. In the end is an old Auror, even if retired, not anyone can ride on the head to take a dump.

"Attacking the Ministry of magic officials, but also making irresponsible remarks. Didn't your parents teach you manners and morality, young man?"

Young people? Hoffa raises eyebrows. He doesn't know the age of mad eye Moody's, but if it's true, he should be two years younger than himself.

(he looks at the sinking sunset in the distance, takes a tube of blue medicine from his waist and holds it in his palm.)

Seeing that Hoffa didn't speak, there was some burning anger in the normal eyes of the mad eye: "are you with Voldemort?"

"No, I don't know him."

Hoffa took time to step back. The day is coming to an end, and if he can, he doesn't want to use a septic agent.

"Lie," mad eye Moody's blue eyes turned wildly: "you have a lie on your face." He raised his hand. "This guy, little Barty crouch, the famous Death Eater, is one of Voldemort's running dogs. If you come to him in such a hurry, you are Voldemort's running dog, right?"

"I'm just an ordinary wizard passing by." As he spoke, he touched the door of the yard.

"No way!"

Mad eye Moody's is as conscientious as a policeman who sees a thief. He raises his wand and waves it.

The courtyard wall behind him suddenly closed, and rivets came out of the courtyard wall, spinning to seal Hoffa's retreat.

"I don't know how this guy got out, but when I catch you, I'll know - faint to the ground!"

The red magic spell came out of the mad eye's wand. Hoffa looked at the sun in the sky, helplessly opened the bottle cap and took a sip.

Click!

The spell stopped less than a centimeter from Hoffa and hit a transparent shield. Behind the shield is Hoffa's raised finger.

Moody withdrew his wand, his expression changed from scorn to seriousness, "shield curse? It's interesting. There are not many people who can use this kind of mantra these days

"Thank you."

Hoffa loosened his finger. The sun was about to set. He drank the potion very shallow just now. He didn't know what the effect would be if night fell and he was still carrying the blood stasis potion. But he hopes to solve mad eye Moody's problem in the last day.

Mad eye Han loosened his chin, and little patty, whose chin had been removed, circled slowly in the yard. "I underestimate you. Where's your wand? Take out your wand. "

"Good."

Hoffa nodded. He took off a vine from the grapevine in Moody's yard and raised it like a wizard in a duel.

"You're kidding

This action angered mad eye moody. His blue magic eyes turned wildly, and immediately swung his wand: "there are many obstacles!"

Behind Hoffa and on the ground, there are countless square stone bricks with uneven layers.

Then he waved his wand again: "the mountains are falling apart!"

With a loud bang, the ground trembled, the houses nearby collapsed in half, the garbage cans on the road overturned on the ground, and the garbage exploded everywhere.

Hoffa tilted at his feet, stood unsteadily, and fell into the crevice of the stone brick. Mad eye Moody's waving wand, he fell deeper and deeper in the stone brick.

But just as Hoffa was about to be entangled, he threw out the branches in his hand. The branches were flying, deformed and expanded into a lion the size of three adults. He opened his mouth in the air and bit Moody's neck.

Alasto Moody's face changed. He immediately recovered his wand.

The left hand raised the shield at the same time to block the lion's bite. Then he stepped back three steps in a row and raised his wand: "fall apart!"

The curse hit the lion and blew it apart.

But before the lion landed, its mane broke and turned black, and then it turned into tens of thousands of ants. They spread on the ground like a black carpet, and rushed to Moody's in all directions. The rustling sound was chilling.Mad eye Moody's retreated again, only to find that he couldn't move. He looked down and saw that some stone hands were climbing out of the ground and firmly grasped his ankles.

The ant colony quickly climbed up his body from the ground along his trouser legs and knees.

Metamorphosis, damn it!

Mad eye Moody's wand swings again.

"The flames are burning!"

A band of flame covered the ground, even himself. As the flames crackled and licked, some ants exploded like popcorn.

And more ants in the fire into a metal chain, firmly tied his arms, legs, and waist together.

Unable to move, moody was unable to cast the magic. The flame turned into red embers and dissipated in the sunset.

Hoffa crawled out of the barrier curse and cautiously came to the locked Moody's side.

They looked at each other speechless, Moody's blue eyes turned wildly, and the sweat on his forehead wet his gray hair.

Hoffa reached for Moody's wand.

All of a sudden, there was a cramp in the heart.

He covered his chest and stepped back two steps. There was no breath.

The whole blood flow stopped.

Looking up, the sun completely set, a crescent moon shining in the air, the effect of blood medicine has not passed, this feeling is like a nail in the chest.

After losing the master's control, the metal chain of mad eye Moody's withered and dissipated, turned back into a grape branch and fell to the ground.

He reacted very quickly. At the moment of freedom, he immediately stretched out his wooden leg and kicked Hoffa in the chest.

Huo FA, who was influenced by the blood poison, flew out heavily without any resistance and hit the wall.

Alasto moody rolled over and climbed up, picked up his magic wand and pointed straight ahead

Click, click, click!!

Three spikes appeared out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, they pierced Hoffa's chest and nailed him firmly to the wall of the courtyard. His chest was all pierced.

"Sobbing, sobbing, sobbing..."

with the smoke rolling, little patty, who was paralyzed in the distance, uttered a terrified sob and immediately crawled to the door without looking back.

Moody's breathless stand in place, he looked at the nailed on the wall, motionless bareheaded youth, and then looked at the ground of the ordinary vine.

Until now, he still can't imagine that he was trapped by a vine on a grape trellis. Who the hell is that young bald wizard?

Dead?

The boy on the wall did not move.

It should be dead.

Although he was still nailed to the wall, Moody's instinctively didn't want to get close to the guy. He came up to little Barty crouch crawling on the ground. Turn him over with a slap.

"Wuwuwuwu..."

the young man with withered and yellow hair uttered a terrified whimper, raised his palm and could not speak.

"Healing as before!"

Moody's wand pointed to little Patty's chin, and with a click, the removed chin was rejoined.

"Hey, hey, hey... Moody, Moody's boss..." little Barty sweated, "you're really... Really old and strong."

"Shut up and tell me all the information about that guy, what's his name, where he came from, which family he belongs to?"

"I... i... i... i... little Barty's eyes turned to Moody's back, and the expression on his face gradually changed from panic to sarcasm:" you want to... You want to know... Why don't you ask him yourself? "

Huh?

Moody's secret is not good, he suddenly turned his head.

The boy who was nailed to the wall by him raised his head and looked at the front indifferently. Then, he pressed the stab of his chest, followed the thick stab of his three arms, and came a little bit. Blood gushed from his chest, but not a drop fell on the ground.

Such a bizarre and abnormal scene made Moody's murmur.

Without saying a word, he immediately entered the state of phantom shifting. Years of fighting experience told him that he should leave here at once.

Crackle.

The bloody boy broke away from the thorn and fell to the ground.

Crackle.

Mad eye moody entered the phantom shift.

But just one second before the phantom moved, the strange boy appeared in front of him with a red mist of blood. His palm fell gently and hit him on the neck.

The seemingly gentle strike made Moody's stand still and paralyzed. His blue eyes almost turned to the back of his head. He couldn't imagine how that guy could move even if he was punctured in the chest.

Little Barty was lying on the ground, looking at Hoffa in the moonlight, with tears of admiration and longing in his eyes. He almost cried, "it's amazing... It's Mr. Bach... It's Mr. Bach...""Trash, shut up."

Hoffa turned his head slightly and interrupted Barty's flattering words. The wound on his chest healed quickly in the moonlight, and the effect of the medicine was gradually fading away.

"You... You... Who are you!? This kind of ability, you can't be a lonely and nameless person... "Moody's body twitched and asked, some strange electric current flowing in his body, making him almost unable to move.

"It's none of your business who I am."

Hoffa said faintly and picked old moody up from the ground. He reached into his eye socket, took off his crazy blue eyes, and then took off Moody's prosthetic leg, which were necessary props for his disguise.

But when he took off Moody's clothes, Hoffa found a stack of documents on Moody's chest. That's a few photos, and a few samples of blackened bones.

When he picked up the bone sample and looked at it, Hoffa immediately narrowed his eyes. On the bone, there was a rough triangular notch. There was a circle in the triangle and a vertical line in the center of the circle.

The symbol of death.

Not only that, but also he could detect some strange smell on these charred bones, which awakened some long-standing memories in his mind.

Helheim, the secret place of death.

When he was a freshman at Hogwarts, Joey, the gamekeeper at that time, sacrificed his life in order to communicate with the dead Thunderbird and opened the door of herheim, the secret place of death. He still remembers the cold smell in the door.

At the moment, he was aware of the breath of the secret place of death on the bone.

"What are these?" Hoffa picked up the charred bone and asked moody solemnly.

"You can't get anything from me, Morpher!"

Mad eye moody, who was depressed on the ground, sneered and said, "God is blind when he has such ability but doesn't do good. Instead, he follows behind Voldemort..."

Hoffa snorted disdainfully, shook his head and said to little Barty crouch standing behind him, "soul snatching curse!"

"Yes, Mr. Bach."

Little Barty, covering her chin with excitement, came forward. The wand pointed at Moody's on the chair, "out of the body."

A flash of white light.

Mad eye Moody's eyes immediately relaxed and his expression became silly.

"Tell me, what is this?" Hoffa bent down and continued.

"@ #% ^ IUI...."

mad eye moody collapsed on the ground, making an inaudible murmur.

"What did you say? Speak up? " Hoffa put his ear to his mouth.

"￥ $" * + p... "the mad eye is still mumbling aimlessly.

Hoffa's brows were locked and his ears were closer. He ordered out loud, "speak clearly. What are you talking about?"

Mad eye moody sneered: "I said, I'm your grandfather."

Hoffa turned his head abruptly and saw Alastair Moody's uncompromising one eye and his wriggling mouth in the pale moonlight.

Cough!!

He suddenly opened his mouth and broke a tooth, spitting out blood and saliva.

The distance was very close. Fortunately, the time limit of the medicine was over. Hoffa turned his head like lightning to avoid Moody's saliva and almost bent his head to 90 degrees.

But little Barty, who was standing behind him, was not so lucky. He was spitting blood on his face.

He screamed, covered his face and rolled wildly.

Hoffa stood up slowly, looked at Moody's broken but determined face, and realized that he underestimated him after all. This guy actually got rid of the control of the soul snatching curse. Obviously, he is also a wizard with high spirit.

"Kill you!"

"Kill you!"

"Kill you!"

Little Barty stood up in a fury, and his hair was all over his head.

The curse didn't work, and he was spitting on his face. He was so angry that he grabbed a kettle from the ground and smashed it on old Moody's head.

Bang!!

The kettle smashed, and the liquid ran down Moody's cheek. His head tilted, and he collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

"Kill you... Kill you... Kill you!"

Little Patty was not relieved. He raised the broken tile in his hand and twisted his expression. But when he turned to see Hoffa's cold golden eyes, he dropped the tile and began to spit on Moody's body. While spitting, he scolded, "old, old, old..."

Hoffa watched little Patty go crazy to alasto moody Spitting on the floor, not stopping. He carefully collected the photos and bone samples, and went into the house of mad eye moody from the yard.

There was no valuable furniture in the house, and the only furniture was destroyed in the battle with little Patty.

But even so.He still saw a whole wall in the living room with a huge map of Europe on it. On the map of Europe, there are lots of red marks. When you look closer, you can see that there are missing people under each mark.

His own theatre, the Welsh World Cup Stadium, is also marked.

Hoffa couldn't help clenching his fist, his eyes dignified.

Sure enough, greendevo's plan to exterminate the world was not completely airtight, but someone noticed the clue. It's just that for some unknown reason, a large number of people are missing and have not been reported so far.

He counted the locations marked on the map again. There were more than a dozen of them in all countries.

He took a breath of the air conditioner.

So it's not just two places, there are more than a dozen places in Europe that are under unknown attack.

If the number of missing people in each place is as large as that in its own theater, it is conservatively estimated that there are tens of thousands of people in more than a dozen places.

In just a few days, tens of thousands of people died. It was still the whole of Europe, which made Hoffa puzzled.

How on earth did the guy grindevo show up in so many places at the same time?