Chapter 323

Hogwarts, the ball is in full swing.

The wizarding musicians are working hard on the stage, playing "Waltz No.2" by Dmitry Shostakovich.

With the elegant waltz, the warriors and partners of Hogwarts are dancing, and other students are flocking to the dance floor, showing their own charm with various kinds of music.

On the edge of the dance floor, Miller, disguised as Moody's, laughs with exaggeration. He kicks his wooden legs and walks through the crowd with a beautiful girl in his arms.

All the people who saw him looked at him with kindness and understanding: "good dance steps, Professor moody."

"Ron, you flatterer. Your father still knows that you are so good at flattering. I think you will wake up in your dreams."

"Beautiful dress, Professor moody."

"Go away, I'm going to pack your head in, Fred."

"Very good posture, Professor moody."

"Go to hell, Cedric. I'm more proficient with your girlfriend."

"Professor moody, this is a wonderful evening."

"Yes, except that you have all become puppets, fools!"

...

whenever someone talks to him like this, Miller nods with laughter and insults everyone with the most vulgar words. But they have never heard of him. Instead, they face him with a more enthusiastic dance and a more positive attitude.

"Miller... Miller, can you hear me..."

Miller's voice was very low. He turned a deaf ear and began to dance crazily with the beautiful student of booth Barton. They stepped on the tango steps and danced from one side of the auditorium to the other side. While he was dancing crazily, he asked the girl in his arms, "do you believe I'll blow up this auditorium right away, I don't know Will someone stop you? "

" Oh, your joke is so funny. "

The girl in her arms looks at him with dreamy eyes, which are no different from those who look at her lover.

"Jokes, do you want to hear jokes?"

Miller stepped on the tango, made the girl spin 720 degrees, and pulled her into his arms.

"Of course, please."

"I remember the last French girl I saw was a Muggle driver. Do you know a Muggle?"

"I know." The girl said eagerly, "my grandfather is a Muggle."

"Ha, that's very interesting. She came to London to play with me, but her English was not good. When she drove to Regent Street, the sign in front indicated that she would turn left. She was not sure, so she asked me, "turn left?"

I said, "right". As a result, she bumped into the fire hydrant on the right! Ha ha ha ~ "

" you are really interesting. Even if you are French, your English is not so bad, OK. " The girl panted and said that because Miller's action was too fierce, the blonde girl's forehead had exuded fine sweat drops.

Miller came to the bar with the girl in his arms.

"Two brandies," he ordered without hesitation. Two glasses of liquor with olives appeared in front of him.

"I don't drink." Said the girl in a ethereal voice.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, French bitch."

Miller raised his head and poured down a large glass of brandy, then another glass, his palm on the table, shaking.

"Are there really other French girls coming to play with you?"

"Don't look at me... I... burp... In this way, I was very handsome when I was young. I also had a sister, who was also a famous beauty. My sister has a best friend who is French

Miller stares at the front, trying to find Dumbledore, but he doesn't find the old wizard.

"True or false?"

French female students said suspiciously, "I don't think you look like a sister."

"Ha ha ha, guess what."

Miller asked for another drink, looked up and poured down: "I had schizophrenia, but now we've recovered."

"Ha ha, you are so funny."

"Damn, I'm not kidding."

"Then your attending doctor must be very good."

Miller's expression was stunned. Hoffa's dying body seemed to appear in front of him again. He smashed the glass and pulled the girl back into the dance floor.

...

...

boom!!

A Roman column in the eternal arena was smashed by a gray haired and golden eyed boy. Under the fallen Roman column, a man with injuries all over his body fled in a panic.

Did not escape a few steps, a blood red shadow from the smoke rushed out. In the rush, he had wings on his back, and his lips were torn to the roots of his ears, which were full of sharp teeth.

"Blood...!"

Boom!!

It was another shock.

The whole duel field was blasted out a huge gap, and the ghost was blasted to the sky by the power of blasting. In the face of such a huge destruction, Avada not only did not stop it, but danced excitedly on the balloon."Who is the real Hoffa Bach, the one who escaped?"

“NO！！”

The ghost in the stands is negative.

"The one who pursued?"

“YES！！”

Tens of thousands of ghosts said yes.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha? is it? Well, well, it's such a happy decision. Whoever wins is true. Ha ha ha! "

Avada's crazy voice and the cry of the ghost upset Hoffa, and the pursuit of the guy with his own body made him even more embarrassed.

He pressed his ear and ran away in the smoke. Miller had left a drop of blood on his head before he entered the underworld. He said that as long as he needed the magic spell, he could contact him for about an hour. But when he needed the magic spell most, the guy didn't move.

"Miller, Miller, do you hear me?"

His persistent cry, suddenly, some mysterious spiritual link across the space appeared in his forehead, his body some uncontrollable move.

Hoffa was overjoyed. He thought Miller had heard his cry, so he stopped immediately.

As soon as he stopped, the son of the night God, who was wantonly destroying and pursuing, also stopped. Standing 100 meters away from him, he stopped and looked at him with alert eyes.

"You have your own consciousness."

Hoffa gritted his teeth.

"Blood..."

the body of the beast like bow, slowly turning along the sand.

"No, that man, he won't!"

Awada knelt down on the balloon, his neck stretched out from the edge of the balloon, and he felt long. He said in a trembling voice: "is Hoffa Bach going to face his body? Facing the body blessed by the night, the body cursed by the day? "

Tens of thousands of ghosts in the stands also poked their heads, rarely quieting down. Some even put their palms in their mouths, expecting Hoffa's Jedi counterattack or being torn to pieces by wild animals.

Hoffa slowly raised his arm and pointed straight ahead. Keep your feet together, lift your right foot, and keep your toes close to the heel of your left foot. Use your right toe as a support and stand on tiptoe slowly.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

"Are you coming?"

"Coming!"

Avada's eyes stare at the boss, ecstatic said. The microphone in his hand has even turned into a super long telescope that is tens of meters long. He held the telescope tens of meters long in front of his eyes, which was very funny.

"Are you coming? How on earth will he conquer his body? "

Hoffa turned around, pointed to the stands, and then touched his crotch. Legs crossed, constantly twisting in the sand, seems to be moving forward, but in fact it is in retreat.

Avada held up his telescope and exclaimed in shock, "look, what is he doing? Is that some mysterious casting action? "

On the sand, Hoffa made a gorgeous rotation and then waved his hands, as if he had broken something. The whole eternal arena echoed the broken glass figure. He moves like a dragon going out to sea, full of the beauty of strength, and like a swallow in the forest, all his actions are depicting natural and unrestrained freehand brushwork.

"He's dancing!"

"He's dancing, damn it!"

Avada finally responded. He roared, "it's the man who started the spacewalk in the eternal arena. Is he crazy?"

"Wuwuwuwu," after the roar, Avada shed tears excitedly, "you can see everything after a long time! My thinking is too rigid, too rigid! "

Then he got up from the Clown Balloon and opened his arms like the world.

"Come on!"

Around the eternal arena, there are countless flags, and even a huge LED wall. Dozens of colorful laser spotlights are flashing on the top of the wall.

"Since he is so interested, how can I fall behind as a host? Come on, baby, I haven't used you for a long time!"

With that, Avada became five people, holding a microphone, a guitar, a drum, an electronic organ, and a flute.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a piece of Billie Jean from Michael Jackson, a modern singer, is given to you by me, Avada."

"Shh

Such a funny scene makes all ghosts hiss angrily, which is quite different from what they want to see.

"Get out of here!"

"A bunch of lunatics!"

"Kill him for me!"

On the battlefield, Hoffa is going crazy, and his terrible body is watching him with great vigilance. But he walked out of control in the sand. What the hell is Miller doing in the real world?The crazy atmosphere of the scene did not affect the son of the night God. In the distance, the young man with golden eyes and grey hair lifted his defensive posture. He put his palm into his chest and drew it out again, bringing out a cloud of blood. The blood fell on his ferocious face like a beast, which made his face more holy.

"Blood..."

he bathed in his own blood. His body is like a balloon blowing. It's two meters, three meters, four meters, five meters. At the same time, the huge blood wings tear out from his back. In the blink of an eye, he becomes a huge monster with a height of more than ten meters, and his whole body is covered with ferocious spines.

I'm sorry!

It has a huge mouth open in its chest, which is shining with the Milky way and stars.

The ghosts in the stands scream wildly. Those bloodthirsty emotions in the eternal arena are accompanied by the body expansion, expansion and non-stop expansion of the son of the night God. With the strong live performance of the awada, they are spurting out in the battle of life and death.

"Blood!"

The giant monster pounced on Hoffa hand and foot.

But in the dance, he gently pressed his crotch, held the back of his head, shook his head, and pushed his lower body forward. Jump out of the most Sao posture.

"Ah

"Kill him!"

"I can't stand it!"

The ghosts in the stands are about to die for the second time. They don't know where to turn out rotten eggs, smelly mandarin fish, green vegetable leaves and other things, and they smash into the center of the arena like rain.

In the middle of the arena, Hoffa looked at another self close at hand and screamed.

"Damn Miller, what are you doing?"