Chapter 312

"Let's get down to business, incantations. They have many forms, and their magic powers are different. Now, according to the rules of the Ministry of magic, I should teach you all kinds of spell cracking, that's all. Normally, you are not in sixth grade. I shouldn't tell you what illegal black magic is like, because you are too young to deal with it. But Professor Dumbledore praised your courage a lot. He thought... "

during the day, at 9 a.m., alasto moody was talking in the classroom. The expression is rich, and it is the same in peace. Only when you look very carefully can you see a deep void and loss in his eyes.

Hoffa sat in the corner of the classroom, silent.

Last night, after he met Miller, the guy was attached to his right hand, in a fierce conflict, even to Dumbledore's office.

He finally got three unforgivable spells, but instead of being in his own hands, Miller, who was boarding in his right hand, controlled moody with the ghost charms, and was teaching Harry Potter in fake form.

He was afraid of any accident, so he secretly took Miller to follow old moody's. But it turns out that he thinks too much. Miller's soul snatching spell is very stable. Moody's hasn't made any mistakes since class.

On the platform, like the original work, he reorganized the classroom discipline, asked students questions, and introduced three unforgivable incantations.

Hoffa sat in the corner, staring at Moody's carelessly, thinking of Dumbledore. After meeting Dumbledore last night, he always suspected that Dumbledore actually knew his existence.

It seems that his words are meant for Moody's ears, but his feelings are meant for himself - [the black star is rising, the gods are fighting each other]

What does Dumbledore want to express?

Hoffa frowned and rubbed his hair.

The God of nightmares, who had met with him once, disappeared at the moment, and no one answered the riddle for him. His teacher, the spokesman of the God of death, greendevo, is also not clear. Damn it, why can't he point it directly? He has to use this obscure way.

At this time, a burst of laughter awakened him from thinking.

It turned out that moody on the platform took out a glass bottle with a spider in it. He took a magic wand to cast the soul snatching curse on the spider in the bottle. The spider danced on the table and made the classroom laugh.

In the corner, Miller muttered in his mind.

"It's ironic to use the soul snatching curse to teach the soul snatching curse."

"What's the difference between the soul snatching mantra and the puppet mantra you cast on me?" Hoffa couldn't help asking.

"The puppet spell is to control the body, but you can still keep your mind. After the spell, you will still have the memory of being cursed. But the soul snatching mantra is to control the mind together. After the mantra is over, you will forget who the controller is

"Isn't the soul snatching curse better?"

Hoffa looked at Moody's with some uneasiness. In his opinion, the soul snatching curse is more dangerous than the life seeking curse. If he can, he is really afraid of being robbed.

"It can't be said that every mantra corresponds to a rule, but the mantra itself is not superior or inferior.

Just like the puppet mantra, although it is not as deep as the soul snatching mantra, it can control the crowd in a large range, and the control distance is longer. The soul snatching mantra is not the case. Although it can control the unit more deeply, it can only control one unit most of the time, and the controller must stay at the side of the controlled person. If the mental power is not high, there will even be the risk of being usurped. "

"Controlling the crowd on a large scale..."

Hoffa suddenly thought of grindevo and his men, the terrible cages they were wearing on their heads.

"Is there no solution to the puppet curse?"

"No solution? Of course, there are solutions. "

Miller said with a smile in his mind, "but I don't have to tell you."

"Damn it."

Hoffa scolded in his heart, but he didn't say much.

As long as Miller doesn't control his body to do anything hurtful, he doesn't mind Miller staying with him, at least so that he can have a partner to talk to.

Moody's defense against the dark arts class didn't last long. After demonstrating the three forgivable charms, the class ended successfully. The students left the classroom one after another, and they seemed to have more respect for Moody's than they had at the beginning of school.

When defense against the dark arts class was over and the class was over, Hoffa raised his right hand and asked Miller, "what is Miranda going to give me, can you tell me now?"

Miller controls Hoffa's empty hand in the empty classroom.

Space produces waves like water.

Miller conjured a piece of old faded parchment out of the void and handed it to Hoffa.

Hoffa picked up the faded parchment and saw a row of small words written in red ink.

[there is only a long and unpredictable time for the needs of the ancient and unknown gods. The older they are, the more they fear death. If they want to trade with the unknown ancient gods, they have to pay the price of time. The only time that human beings can pay is life. 】Under the words are several dense Rune patterns, ancient and sharp. It looks like an eye. There is a whole row of very complex potion formulas and incantations under the eye. It seems that they must be used together.

"This is...!"

Hoffa's palm trembled at once. He thought of the door that Joey had opened to death 50 years ago, when he would not be a Thunderbird in his first grade. At that time, as like as two peas, he sacrificed his little finger and even a part of his life. He drew an eye symbol on his arm, which is exactly the same as that on parchment.

Miller said faintly: "this is the sacrificial array leading to helheim, the secret place of death. It took my sister many years to find it for you in those primitive tribes. If you sacrifice your life under certain conditions, you can get a short chance to go to the secret place of death, where you may meet the people you want to see. "

"Miranda..."

Hoffa looked at the parchment in his hand and didn't know what to say. At first he thought that, fifty years later, Joey must have died, and the secret to herheim had disappeared. Now, the same magic is placed in front of you. You can say that you can't find a place to break the iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort.

Looking at him like this, Miller poured cold water: "but I advise you not to hold too much hope, after all, it has been so long, even the soul, has dissipated."

Hoffa didn't take care of Miller's cold water. After a while, he calmed down and asked Miller, "can you... Can you let me meet Miranda?"

"Why, thank her face to face?" Miller sneered.

"Yes. "Said Hoffa.

"Throw away that parchment, and I'll take you." Miller was outspoken.

Hoffa immediately subconsciously hid the parchment behind him.

...

...

with Miller's help, he doesn't need to spend time with Moody's or pretending to be anyone. Living in a period of time, becoming calm, at least for Hoffa.

In Hogwarts, there are all kinds of ups and downs. The top three competition starts regularly. People from the three schools come from all over the world. Young witches are like dogs. Beautiful men and women walk everywhere. Dumbledore sacrifices the Goblet of fire. People from the Ministry of magic discharge protection in Hogsmeade. A large number of officials from the Ministry of magic gather in Hogwarts.

A week later, at Hoffa's instigation, Miller applied a powerful confusion spell to the Goblet of fire and threw Harry's name into it. On the night of the warrior, Harry Potter was thrown into the vortex of conflict by the dark duo. Since then, he has been ridiculed by his classmates, gossip by unscrupulous journalists and abandoned by his best friend.

Everything is going on step by step. The only variable is Barty crouch Jr.

After being blown by the cold wind of herheim, he fell into a madness, and only when he saw shimmering did he change from madness to dull coma.

Shanshan once said that little Patty could wake up in a week, but a whole month later, little Patty still didn't mean to be sober. Not only did he not wake up, but he fell asleep more and more seriously, just like the bear creature into hibernation, breathing and heartbeat slowed down.

This makes the house elf more and more worried, she almost every other day will be anxious to ask Hoffa how to do.

But all this has nothing to do with Hoffa. He doesn't want to be in charge of Barty or Harry Potter. After getting Miranda's sacrifice contract, he focuses all his attention on the contract.

If he wants to go to herheim and sacrifice his own life, he doesn't want to sacrifice. He needs to make sacrificial potion according to the way on parchment, and then use it with incantation.

For a whole month, Hoffa was preparing to go to herheim. He asked Shanshan to steal the potion from Snape's Potion classroom and secretly refine it in the defense of the Dark Arts Office. He himself went to the forbidden forest to decorate the site. He didn't want to be interrupted when he opened the door of herheim.

Time in his busy blink, a month later, Hogwarts's top three competition has to enter the stage of the first project, and Hoffa is ready to sacrifice potion, ready to enter the underworld at night.

That night.

The field was pitch black. Hoffa and Miller, disguised as Moody's, walked deep into the forbidden forest. Because of the special things he had to do tonight, Miller left his palm and boarded in the body of mad eye moody.

Passing by the lawn, at the door of Hagrid's cottage, the big half giant was in a tight suit, combing his hair in front of his sink, preparing for his date tonight.

Opposite Hagrid's cottage, there was a huge carriage. It was the vehicle of Ms. maxim, the headmaster of busbarton. Some men and women are chatting and kissing on the dark lawn. Those are French students, who are much more open and romantic than British students.

The evening wind was blowing on Hoffa's face, and the smell of honeysuckle in the air was intoxicating.

Hoffa, who has always been addicted to refining sacrificial drugs, suddenly envies the students on the grass. He thinks that he is only 17 years old. If he came to this time and space, he can drink tea with his friends and discuss the players. Maybe he can take part in the competition on behalf of Hogwarts and win the championship easily, Maybe his only worry is who to invite to the Christmas party, that's all.However, he was relieved to think that if he was born 50 years later, he might not know aglia and Miranda. He no longer envied the men and women in the night.

But Miller was different. He looked at the French students, with blue magic eyes turning wildly in his eyes. He rubbed his hands and said excitedly, "when you leave, I'll attach myself to a beautiful and handsome man to experience the feeling of youth ~"

Hoffa couldn't help looking at him. His obscene look and Moody's terrible face almost made people want to put him in the cage It's in the woods.

"Don't make a moth." He said with some displeasure, "pretend to be moody and wait for me to come back."

"What do you care? When I am your servant? " Miller rolled his eyes with disdain.

"If you screw up my business, I'll really report it to your sister."

"Ha, you don't think that's her idea?" Miller suddenly caught Hoffa's shoulder and said in his ear, "she's sultry and used to depression. In fact, she'll secretly watch..."

"go away, shut up and stay!"

Hoffa's face is a little hot, so he pushes Miller away quickly. He doesn't want to hear about Miranda's privacy.

They continued to walk deep into the forbidden forest. They didn't go far. They heard several men shouting in front of them Then there was a deafening shrill roar.

Roar!!

Around the trees, Hoffa caught a glimpse of four fierce looking adult fire dragons in the open space in the distance. They were locked up in a paddock surrounded by planks, standing on their hind legs, roaring, snorting, and the flames flashed through the night sky.

"It seems that the first project is preparing to use fire dragon."

Miller laughed and said with disdain: "the generation is not as good as the generation. In our time, a student could tame the fire dragon."

"What does it mean to you to tame the fire dragon?" When Hoffa saw the fire dragon, he also had some feelings.

Miller, who is attached to Moody's, shrugs: "it doesn't mean anything. It's just a pet."

"For them, it's about proving themselves. It's not about strength, it's about meaning."

Hoffa said, Miller looks a little unhappy, "Bach, actually I can't think of a problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Why did you jump in the lake in the third grade? I still can't understand why people choose to die. "

"It's just my experience, immature experience." Hoffa said faintly.

"If my sister is here, she will save you, but I won't let her go." Miller seriously said: "to be honest, I don't think it's a big deal to be abandoned by Hogwarts. To die for a small matter, I can only say that you are narrow-minded."

"It's not a big deal, you're right." Hoffa was calm, calm and absent-minded.

"Do you regret it?" Miller asked.

"No regrets, at least some simple things have been confirmed."

As they spoke, they entered the depths of the forbidden forest. In the distance, the roar of the fire dragon was too low to be heard. The fluorescent lights on the ground were shining light blue or yellow, attracting mosquitoes to fly nearby.

Miller took the lead, waving his fingers and laying a defensive and isolation border on all sides.

After the arrangement, Hoffa sat on the ground with his knees crossed, and took out a small bottle of potion from his arms. The potion could not boil in the glass tube. The surface of the potion exuded the luster of bronze and looked very heavy.

Finally...

this is the sacrificial potion he refined this month. As long as he drinks it, he can achieve the effect of sacrifice. Even after so many years of experience, when this moment really comes, his excited hand is trembling slightly.

"Shall I have it?" Miller looked anxiously at the bottle of medicine.

"Are you worried about me?"

"Don't worry, it's just that there are ready-made sacrifices here." Miller pointed to Moody's body. "It's not more convenient to sacrifice him directly. It's a waste of your life."

"Maybe not."

Hoffa said faintly. He thought of the old man's shot in his mouth. He shook his head and swallowed the medicine without hesitation.

This potion is like some kind of thick metal liquid, which has no taste. But after he swallows it, he can clearly feel another thing in his body, wrapped by the thick potion, flowing and rolling in his blood vessels.

It was his time, his life.

It was so surging that he wanted to pour it out at once.

Instinctively, he imitated Joey's actions, cut his finger and drew an eye on the back of his hand.

All of a sudden, he seemed to have drained a glass of milk, squeezed the full drops of water, and some invisible force drained his life. Hoffa's body became thin and shriveled, and he was ten years old.

Miller frowned at Hoffa, a little upset.

He squatted down, bit his finger and made a mark on his forehead with blood."It's a puppet rune. I can't follow you to the underworld. If you are in an emergency and need a magic spell, you can use this Rune to contact me. Just call my name, and I will control your body for an hour, but only for one hour. Do you understand? "

"I see." Hoffa nodded.

"What's more, it's death's territory and the most terrible abyss. Whether you find it or not, you must come back before your eyes disappear, otherwise you will be lost in herheim forever, and your real body will become a vegetable.

"I understand. Thank you, Miller."

With that, the blood red eyes on the back of his hand blinked, and Hoffa's eyelids grew heavier.

All of a sudden, he fell to the ground with a plop, as if someone tugged his hand hard. His eyes lost their blackness, leaving only pure white.

An invisible door suddenly opened, and a strong wind threatened Hoffa's consciousness.

Then, his consciousness followed the mysterious force and crossed the overlapping space.

Countless worlds flashed before his eyes, and countless planes brushed and lined up at his feet.

It was as if all around him were old-fashioned film. Finally, when he finished falling, he stood on the solid ground.

A bone chilling wind came to him, as if it could blow him to the death of God and form and eliminate nothingness. He shivered instinctively and put his arms around his shoulders.

However, his mental strength has been much stronger than that of the first grade. The cold wind only made him uncomfortable for a moment, and he got used to it.

Get used to the temperature and open your eyes.

He took a step back in amazement and took a breath of cool air!!!

He was standing on a bridge, a huge, straight stone bridge, which came from the void and led to the other side of the unknown. At the end of the other bank, there is a huge and vague Eagle shadow, which is too big to be described in words.

It looks left and right and leaks some light, which is the only light in the abyss.

But this was not the reason for his astonishment. He had been to the secret place of death once. He had long remembered the scene in his mind.

The reason why he was surprised was that it was different from the last time he came here.

There's a big difference.

The last time he landed, there was no one around him.

And this time, he is full of people!! One after another, just like Wangfujing Street in the golden week of the 11th National Day. And the guys were as like as two peas in a uniform. They wore a black leather robe and wore a rusty bird cage, and they were silent and crowded.

Hoffa, who came suddenly, was the only one of them.

The only one who doesn't wear a cage or a black leather suit. It's like a man in a woman's bathhouse.

His arrival attracted everyone's attention.

The slanting snow and ice came from the empty and dark sky and went to the bottomless abyss.

Hoffa stood in the crowd, looking at the thousands of guys with cage heads on the bridge deck, and their straight eyes behind the cage.

He swallowed his saliva, trembled and raised his hand: "hit... Excuse me