Chapter 324

At Hogwarts, the drunken Miller controls alasto Moody's body and twists on the dance floor. He takes the space walk and teases everyone he meets. In the music he kept playing, he didn't realize that someone was calling in his ear.

"Professor moody, did someone kiss you on the head?"

Passing by, there are dancing girls laughing and joking with him.

"That must be something you did secretly."

Miller did not hesitate to retort.

"Professor moody, the decoration on your forehead is very beautiful."

"Yours is not bad either."

"Professor moody, it's bright red. It goes well with your clothes."

"Professor moody....."

"Professor moody....."

in Hogwarts castle, Miller gradually feels that something is wrong. Finally, he stops his Carnival and extends his palm to his forehead. Through the bright glass in front of him, he saw a burning red mark on his forehead, which was the puppet Rune he had left to Hoffa.

After the crowd calmed down, the call in his ear became clear. He heard someone yelling in a very distant place: "Miller, what the hell are you doing?"

Stunned for a few seconds, he could not help but run. He separated the crowd with his hands and left the crowded auditorium hall in the blink of an eye. He ran and scolded: "why don't you contact me all the time?"

In the eternal arena, the attack of the storm is about to fall on Hoffa's head, and the wings of the son of the night God block out the sun, so that he can hardly see any light.

At this time, Hoffa found that he was still jumping out of control, and he could not even get up and dodge. At this moment, his heart collapsed.

But just as the sharp claws of the night God's son were about to rip him open, he finally stopped dancing and ran wildly in the sand.

Boom!!

With the sand exploding behind him, Hoffa's heart fell to the ground. He was really angry about Miller's mess, but anyway, Miller finally recovered himself, and things turned for the better.

"You still scold me? You said it's only one hour. I don't have to wait until the critical moment to use you again! " Hoffa exclaimed in the arena of the underworld, "what were you doing?"

"What do you care about me?"

Miller of Hogwarts gropes for tears and stumbles into the defense of the Dark Arts Office.

"Are you messing around? Be careful I'll tell your sister!"

In the underworld, Hoffa crawls to avoid the bloodthirsty and violent attack of the son of the night God, threatening Miller.

"Come on, do you know how long it's been out there! And tell my sister, where are you now

"How long have I been in herheim?"

"Three months. You have disappeared for three months. If you don't come back, your body will be buried. Do you understand?"

Three months...

Hoffa was shocked by the angry voice in his ear. He even forgot the pursuit of the son of the night God behind him.

He felt that he didn't come to herheim for three days, maybe even for three hours, and that three months had passed in the real world.

Boom!!

The ground shook like a magnitude 8 earthquake, and countless red gravel fell from the sky. The son of the night God who didn't succeed in one blow jumped up from the ground again and flew nearly 100 meters high. Then he fell like a meteor and smashed Hoffa in the air, trying to flatten him with his body.

But just as it was flying in midair, Hoffa on the ground suddenly raised his right hand, and an invisible border appeared in midair of the arena, abruptly stopping the son of the night God. The green luster on the border completely insulates the sand with a radius of 10 meters.

In the sky, the awada group of five, who was just playing pop music, threw the instrument in his hand, and instantly changed from five people to one person. He raised the topic again, and his expression changed from frenzy to shock:

"look, things have changed? My God, is that the enchantment? When did this guy use this kind of deep charm? It's not his style

The ghosts, who were still smashing rotten eggs and vegetable leaves, gathered up their garbage and straightened their waists.

"You still blame me?"

Hoffa raised his right hand and opened his mouth. It was Miller's mouth. He said angrily, "do you know what I've done in the past few months? I have to disguise for you and take care of your vegetative body. What do you think I am, your servant

"Don't say anything else. I'll fight for you when I go back!" Huo FA helplessly calmed down: "you first help me to kill this monster in front of me."

"Cut!"

An eye appeared on Hoffa's forehead, and Miller was startled: "what is that?"

"That's my body, which is the resurrection of death. It can imitate my ability!"

"Roar!"The son of the night God, who was blocked in the air by the border, let out a loud roar. His muscles turned into steel pouring, and the seemingly unbreakable border was torn like paper.

It quickly became smaller and squeezed in from the gap of the border, waving its arm to strike.

"Transposition!"

Miller snapped his fingers.

The space in the border was twisted, and the monster sweeping in front of him suddenly lost his sight, just like the bubble that was pierced.

The next second, it appears at the top of the auditorium and falls straight down.

"Space curse!" Avada exclaimed in the balloon: "only the wizard who understands the extreme in the way of magic can do it. It seems that Mr. Hoffa Bach is not alone in the fight. At this moment, he is not alone! Not alone!!

However, who cares? As long as he can win, it doesn't matter by any means. It's not the Olympic Games. Ha ha ha, it doesn't matter if the audience is dead, ha ha ~ "

with that, he also touched his bare head:" eh, it seems that all my audience are dead. "

Under the balloon, the son of the night God, who turned into a huge monster, fell into the audience seat and was destroyed in the audience seat. It could not destroy the ghosts, but it collapsed half of the arena. The ghost screamed and danced in the sky, the gravel was everywhere, and the arena was in extreme chaos.

"Go, what are you still doing?"

Miller reminded Hoffa: "is there any way to come back? If you have, do it quickly. The puppet Rune won't last long. "

"I have to win this thing to get back. Help me!"

Said Hoffa to his right hand.

"Damn, what did you do in the underworld?"

Miller scolded, raised his hand again, "flaming!"

A ring-shaped fire appeared at his fingertips and flew forward. In the blink of an eye, the stands and sand of the whole arena were all covered with fire. It was all red.

Ghosts are dancing in the fire, waving their arms, cheering for the scene of hell.

In the fire, the son of the night God uttered a cry, tearing his body, tearing himself out of shape. But soon, under the licking of the fire, its body was silvery and metallic. It carried the fire with its body and rushed towards Miller and Hoffa.

"Freezing fast!"

Miller cast the spell again, and the flames disappeared in the blink of an eye. The air conditioning of Mori blue swept across the arena like a gale.

The temperature dropped so fast that countless cracks appeared on the metal body of the son of the night God. It was frozen in place and broke several toes and fingers.

Click, click!

It has to move again, but more cold air blows on him, and the frost quickly grows all over his body, until it is frozen into an ice sculpture with a height of more than 10 meters.

"Hurry up!"

Cried Miller.

Hoffa understood that he put his hand in the sand, the quicksand quickly deformed, and finally became a three person long super hammer. He swung the hammer hard and smashed it across the statue.

When the hammer hit the ice sculpture, the frozen son of the night God, like glass, broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

There was a complete silence.

In less than a minute, the whole arena was destroyed in a mess. Piles of gravel piled up on the ground. There were broken arms, debris and glacial edges everywhere. Tens of thousands of ghosts floated in the air, circling and unwilling to leave.

For a long time, Avada did not speak. He looked at the arena with his neck stretched out. It seems to have been shaken by Hoffa's spell ability.

"Hoo... Hang up at last, damn it!"

Looking at the shattered son of the night God, Hoffa was relieved.

He didn't know that his real-world body would have such potential, but he thought it was the result of death's deliberate amplification ability. If not, he would have no face to let himself pass the customs easily. Hoffa thought bitterly.

He looked up at Avada and signaled that he could arrange the last opponent.

Standing on the Clown Balloon, Avada stood up and said in a regretful tone:

"have you controlled it? It seems that this beast finally succumbed to his master's obscene power. That's all. The power of the night God... Tut tut Tut, I can only count down."

He rolled up his sleeves falsely, and a dozen watches appeared on his wrist.

Ten

nine

eight

seven

six

five

four

three... "

at this time, a broken palm slowly crawled past Hoffa. Like a crab, he felt something was wrong and looked up again. Those who were knocked into pieces of ice wriggled, and each small piece of meat grew wings. Then, one by one, they became bats, flying from the ground with more and more numbers, gradually blocking the sky and the sun."Far more than that!"

Avada stopped the countdown for fear that the world would not be in chaos and said, "the power of the night God!"

Hoffa and Miller were stunned.

Miller took the lead to react, dragged Hoffa out of the arena, and ran out of the arena in the blink of an eye.

Avada on the balloon not only didn't stop him, but looked at him and laughed: "run, run, run hard, as long as you can win the game, it doesn't matter where you go, hell, heaven, mortal world, as long as you can defeat death, it doesn't matter where you go, it's an arena everywhere, wow, ha ha ha ~"

countless bats gather together and start again He became a gray haired and golden eyed boy. This time, he had wings on his back and floated in the air unharmed. His expression was extremely ferocious.

"Blood."

With that, he flapped his wings and disappeared.

Avatar on the ghost and balloon excitedly chases the place where they disappear.

"Do you have any more powerful charms?"

In the rush, Hoffa asked.

"No! It's too much beating, "Miller said anxiously." there must be something special to beat him! "

Other ways... Other ways...

Hoffa ran wildly and his brain was spinning wildly. Just then, an anxious cry came from his body: "Mr. Bach!"

Hoffa was ecstatic. He looked far away and saw a man standing on the edge of the isolated heart island. It was little Patty who had left before.

as like as two peas, Battie's smile soon solidified on his face, because nothing was what he was absolutely empty.

Hoffa rushed to little Barty in three or two steps: "Hey, did you borrow the potion?" He asked.

"No!"

Little Patty cried, "that silver haired woman can't see me at all. It's no use knocking on her door!"

"Ah?"

Hoffa angrily covered his forehead, "must be so merciless!"

"Who? Have you seen agraia? "

Miller in his right hand asked Hoffa.

"Yes."

"Well, she's really here." Miller was shocked: "it's been years."

As they spoke, the sky turned dark red. They turned to see that the son of the night God, who had wings on his back, also flew out of the arena.

Hoffa rushed to Barty and grabbed him by the wrist: "follow me!"

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go to her myself."