Chapter 305

By the time little Barty and Hoffa got out of the car, the people outside were almost gone.

In the distance, Hogwarts castle is still towering in the night, with too many unknown secrets.

On the Black Lake, you can see the jagged water. It was hundreds of freshmen who held the traditional river crossing ceremony. A strong man with thick hair whistled.

On the other side, hundreds of silent Thestrals, pulling their carriages, slowly advance in the rain, pass through the gate carved with winged wild boars, and disappear into the darkness.

"Do you want to keep up?"

Platform, little Patty did not move, he asked owl uneasily with an umbrella.

Hoffa stood in the cage, looking at the dark castle of Hogwarts and shaking his head: "No."

"Why not? We might miss the party if we don't go."

"If I say no, no!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth. He couldn't explain to little Barty.

Because Cedric Diggory was controlled, he didn't dare to enter Hogwarts. He's not sure what's waiting for him in the castle. To be honest, he has some shadows.

"All right."

Little Barty stood still.

In the distance, there is a train attendant with a lantern and a black raincoat. He is walking towards here and seems to be checking the train.

"Don't just stand, find a place to hide." Hoffa said cautiously.

"Yes."

Little Barty, with an umbrella in one hand and a cart in the other, went to the castle like a tool man, but before he went up the steps, he took a turn and headed for a huge willow tree in the distance.

The willow has twisted spots, which looks like a huge face. Its branches are dense and upward, like a thick Octopus leg, shaking constantly in the rainstorm.

Hoffa knew that it was beating willow, which was planted by Harry Potter's father. When Hoffa was in school, it didn't exist at all.

However, little Patty seemed to be familiar with the willow tree. He didn't get close to the tree much. When he was about 50 meters away from it, he bypassed it and came to the edge of the empty forbidden forest. Here, they can see an old stone house in the distance, and big pumpkins in the rainstorm.

"Is it all right here, Mr. Bach?" Asked little Barty.

"Well."

"But then, how long are we going to stay here?"

Little Barty was at a loss.

The cage turned into a rain hat, Hoffa changed from an owl to a human. He stood by the Forbidden Forest and looked at the lights of the castle in the distance. Up to now, he was still not sure who was controlling Cedric, which made him very uneasy.

Some kind of air-conditioning gradually spread in the hunting ground. From the deep of the Forbidden Forest of the rainstorm came the sound of footsteps, which were mixed in the rain and could not be detected at all. But Hoffa still touched the source of the uneasiness at night, which was very similar to the uneasiness of the Quidditch World cup.

At this time.

...

"sindallegegangen?" (finished)

"siesindallegegangen." (finished)

"K? Nenwiranfangen?" (can we start)

"fangenwiran." (start)

someone was speaking in the forbidden forest, the language was German, the voice was very low, Hoffa narrowed his eyes and turned his head bit by bit.

Little Barty didn't hear a sound at all. Seeing Hoffa looking behind him, he asked curiously, "what's the matter, bar..."

a finger was on his lips, blocking his speaking space: "follow me, don't talk." Hoffa whispered.

They walked quietly to the place where the sound came from. Several people in the dense forest said nothing at the beginning, only the sound of some stones rubbing on the ground.

Click, click, click...

through the shadow of the dense forest, in the depth of the shadow, Hoffa saw a strange picture. In the dark humus soil, three men with birdcage helmets kneeling in the dark of the forbidden forest, naked and speechless, each with a sharp knife in his hand and a row of round stones under his body.

The lightning flashed by, and they raised their sharp knives together and stabbed them into their chest slowly, drawing a circle, a triangle and a vertical bar on their chest.

Blood gushed out from their pale bodies, but there was not much pain on their faces, but with a strong sense of relief.

Blood mixed with rain flow into the circle on the ground, and quietly spread, rising in the air layers of blood fog. The red mist was as strong as a flame, burning silently on their bodies.

The icy wind blows out from unknown places, making the surface of leaves and shrubs condense countless frost at the speed visible to the naked eye.

Hoffa's face changed again and again. It was a kind of ceremony. It was very similar to the old gamekeeper Joey's blood symbol on his hand, but it was different.What are these people calling for.

Seeing their three bodies wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, little Barty stepped back in panic.

as like as two peas, the hats of the hats quickly formed into a bird cage similar to the three people sacrificed. Then he quickly stepped out of his hiding place and walked towards the three sacrifice.

The three men bathed in the red flame looked surprised when they saw Hoffa.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Didn't the master say that the plan was postponed?" Hoffa spoke fluently in German. He didn't know what the three were doing. He only knew that they were under grindevo's command.

"The master only arranged for the three of us to open the door. What are you doing?" In the burning red blood mist, a shriveled man said weakly.

"Open the door, what door?"

Hoffa stepped forward and asked, "where is the master now?"

"The master is... Wait, how can I not detect your thinking." In the circle, one of the men pointed to the iron cage on Hoffa's head.

Hoffa: "what?"

"He's not one of us."

One of them stood up abruptly, released his palm, and screamed in the red flame: "change the coordinates, don't let the host come!"

As soon as the voice fell, the three climbed out of the circle and ran away in three directions.

Hoffa rushed to the three guys on fire, but they didn't run far. The bloody flame engulfed them. They burned up like paper people, and their bodies gradually turned into mud like substances in the rain, flowing slowly along the water.

When Hoffa came to them, he could only see a few burnt black bones on the ground.

"This is

Hoffa picked up a skull.

The icy skull cracked in his hand, as crisp as a biscuit. As like as two peas he had captured in Moodie, the mad eye.

Patta...

something fell from the sky and fell on his face.

He could not help but reach out and touch it. It was a cold, wriggling thing. When he took it out and looked at it carefully, it turned out to be a reddish brown worm, with a long finger, wriggling in his hand.

"Ba... Mr. Bach!" Behind him came little Patty's voice of terror.

He turned to see, only hiding in the distance of little Patty trembling fingers, pointing to his head.

Hoffa looked up and saw that there was a crack on the thunder cloud in the sky. In the dark night sky, it was like opening a triangular eye. It tore a crack in the space, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly!

A strong cold wind blows out from the eye-shaped crack and blows across the ground, making the surrounding trees form ice ridges, as if to blow people to the death of God and form.

Then, patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter patter.

The cold wind hit little Barty. He let out a scream, covered his head and fell on his knees. He rolled on the ground crazily.

Maggots falling from the sky soon drowned him.

Hoffa was shocked. He rushed to little Barty in three or two steps and fished him out of the insect pile.

Little Barty's face was as pale as paper, his body was shaking wildly, and his mouth was shouting meaningless words. It's like Dumbledore in a cave drinking poison.

"Why... Father... Father... Why... Why?" His face was twisted and roared wildly.

"Little buddy!? Barty, crouch

Hoffa grabbed Barty's head and tried to wake him up, but he struggled with great strength. As he struggled, he foamed at the same time, making a snoring voice, "Hoo... Hoo... Twinkle... Twinkle... Twinkle... Where are you?"

"How are you, little Barty, can you hear me?"

Hoffa patted him anxiously on the cheek.

Little Barty shook his head in confusion, and the saliva shook his hand.

At the same time, those maggots that fall from the sky also slowly pile up. At first, they have no rules to speak of, but gradually, they pile up in the shape of two people, one pile of worms holding another pile of worms.

"Damn it!"

Hoffa let go and little Barty stood up.

In the distance, a pile of maggots also let go, and another pile of maggots stood up. The swarm of maggots rustled away, disgusting.

Looking up at the sky again, the cracks in the sky have disappeared, and the air conditioning is no longer blowing. Only left those insects, constantly imitating their own actions.

Hoffa figured out the cause and effect. The three men originally wanted to summon grindevo, but when they found that they were here, they immediately changed their mind. Instead of summoning grindevo, they summoned the maggot monster of herheim, the secret place of death. This maggot monster he saw once in the secret place of death in the first grade, which can imitate living people infinitely.Gradually, the maggots that fell out of herheim became more and more like him. At the beginning, it was just like movement, but at the end, even his bald head and golden eyes were imitated, but his body shape was much bigger than Hoffa's.

Maggots roll, and finally, when the worms can no longer see the appearance of the worms, they humanized look at their palms, and then look around, showing ecstatic expression..

"free, we are free!"

full of joy and joy as like as two peas, who are exactly the same as Hough. "We are free!!!"

It looked up and saw the lights of Hogwarts castle in the distance, and rushed to Hogwarts in the distance with joy, "I'm free!! Hahaha, I'm free! "

Its appearance made Hoffa's brain green. He grabbed a rain pine nearby and pulled it up. Then he swung a stick on the giant imitation monster, flying it 100 meters backward and breaking countless trees.

"We're free... We're free...!"

The insect became so huge that Hoffa didn't realize it. After it was smashed away, Hoffa got up from the ground again. Holding a big tree, he began to lick the rain on the tree. His mouth was drooling and he looked like a ghost animal.

As he licked, his stomach made a violent coo. So he picked up a handful of clay and put it into his mouth. While chewing, he gave out an intoxicated praise, "the taste of reality... The taste of reality... Free, free!"

Then he got up again and rushed to Hogwarts castle.

"Freedom, your mother!"

full of joy as like as two peas in his teeth, fate is so weird and changeable that he himself dare not make much publicity in this world, and he should act in a low key manner. How can another ten meter tall monster be just like himself and rush out of joy.

So he jumped up, another rain pine pocket hit down, and smashed the huge wood in his hand.

This huge imitation monster's head was bent by the whole smash, and was smashed into the rain for several meters.

"You can't kill me... Hahaha, I'm just like you."

Imitating the smile of the strange ghost animal, he supported the ground with his palm, and his chest turned 180 degrees to face the sky. His chest was also shining with ferocious red light. In the night and rainstorm, his bent body quickly returned to normal.

Can this be imitated?

Hoffa felt his chest and was stunned. His body blessed by the night God was his arrogant capital at night. If this guy was another enlarged version of himself, he could still have all his strength...

in a few seconds, the ten meter high man had three heads growing out of his chest, and each head had a bloody mouth, and six blood wings appeared behind him.

"Free, free!"

It laughs, leaps high in ecstasy, and soars high into the sky. The sky is thunderous, and the rainstorm reaches its peak at this moment.

End...

Hoffa thought that this kind of anti common sense thing must not go to Hogwarts. Once it goes in, the plot, the top three competition and Harry Potter will be all over.

Fortunately, he had solved hundreds of crises, and now he didn't panic. He took out a whole tube of septic agent from his pocket. With a shock from both wings behind, he flew high into the sky.

High in the air, the 10 meter imitator disdained and slapped him like a fly.

Close to each other, the upward flying Hoffa flies backward. In the ground smashed dozens of meters deep human shaped pit.

"Free! Haha, herheim, we've escaped

The imitation monster flew in the air with a laugh, and didn't notice that his lower body became a bug again and fell to the ground.

A palm protrudes from a pit in the ground.

A finger in the palm of your hand.

With a loud click.

In the sky, a thunder fell with the thickness of a thigh.

Under the action of a purple electric current, the imitator who was injected with the medicine of septicaemia was instantly destroyed, and the trees around him were also cut to pieces.

Hoffa slowly crawled out of the pit, covered in mud. He came to the insects that had fallen from the sky - they were no longer humanoid. After a few struggles under the residual current, they gradually turned into black shells.

In addition to the rain and thunder, there was only little Patty's meaningless and painful groan in the woods, which was strangely quiet.

Hoffa is a bit scared.

Now he has almost figured out the routine of grindevo. The old man doesn't know where to hide, but as long as there are many people, he will send people to go there and carry out indiscriminate massacres everywhere.

This time, I was lucky that I didn't enter the auditorium with other people. I happened to find grindevo's minions hiding in the forbidden forest, and didn't let grindevo come directly. If I didn't find out, I would have to repeat what happened in the Quidditch World Cup. God knows how these guys got in.

"Shannon... Shannon... Take me out of here... Shannon, what should I do... Shannon... What should I do..."Little Patty kneels on the muddy ground, chanting his own house elves.

Looking at little patty, Hoffa frowned. He remembers that in the first grade, Joey told himself that people with low mental strength could not bear the cold wind in herheim. Little Patty was a typical person with low mental strength. He had just been blown by the wind, but he was still alive, but he was insane.

Hoffa is not sure he can cure him.

However, he has just determined that the door of the secret place of death can be opened. Maybe he can find a way to go to the secret place of death in Hogwarts.