Chapter 329

When Hoffa opened his eyes again, he felt the bitter cold. I don't know if it was the coldest winter this year, or he didn't feel the temperature for a long time. Maybe both.

He slowly got up from the bed, the body issued a click click sound, it is the bones in the collision.

The office of defense against the dark arts is in a mess. Some ropes are scattered on the table and the ground is in a mess. There seems to be some violent conflict.

The cold wind whistled in from the window, about half an hour before dawn. There was an invisible sob in the cold wind, which was the glint of the house elves. It's lying in the corner of the office crying.

"What happened?" Hoffa went to the elf and asked. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was startled by his voice. His voice was hoarse, as if it was not his own.

"The master... The master is gone... The little master is gone..."

she is crying and pointing to the scattered ropes on the ground.

Hoffa looked around and did not find little Barty.

Yeah.

There was a light noise.

Miller took control of Moody's body, stood up and lit the fireplace in the office.

By the flickering fire in the fireplace, Hoffa caught a glimpse of himself on the glass.

A few months later, his hair that had been burned in the fire had grown out, but he stayed in herheim for too long and spent too much life. Now, he had changed from a teenager to a middle-aged man with dull eyes. His gray hair hung down from his thin forehead, and his cheeks were deeply sunken He was more haggard than ever.

"Little Barty was taken away by his father."

Hoffa said to Miller squatting in front of the fireplace.

"When do you have time to take care of him?" Miller said weakly, "did you hear what agraia said? Six thousand times, Merlin beard... What are we going through? "

"Yes."

Hoffa whispered. He looked at his dry hand and said calmly: "six thousand times, if my fate is repeated six thousand times, then the fate of little Barty and his father is repeated six thousand times."

"Patricide."

"It's not just patricide, it's double death."

Hoffa thought that in the original work, old Patty was killed and little Patty was sucked to death by Dementors. This fate is just one of the six thousand cycles, which can't be changed or violated.

"What are you thinking, Hoffa, what are we going to do next?" Miller threw away the tongs and rubbed his head.

"The previous method doesn't work. It's meaningless. I have to go to Dumbledore, to anyone I know

Hoffa put down his palm, and the flame in his golden eyes burned again: "I have always avoided being discovered by Dumbledore, but that must be a part of my destiny bound by death. I must break the rules and find all the ways out of the deadlock."

After that, he got up and left the defense against the Dark Arts Office. Miller followed him in a hurry: "how do you know you didn't think that six thousand times before? I mean, if you think that way, then the rest of you will

"What better advice do you have?"

"I suggest you do nothing and find a place to live in seclusion. No matter what, three, seven, twenty-one. "

"How do you know I didn't listen to you six thousand times before?"

Hoffa's Footwork never stops.

...

at this time, it was just daybreak in Hogwarts, but the sky was gloomy and there was no sunlight. The frost snow was extremely hard, and running on it would make a creaking sound. In the morning, the students huddled tightly around their robes and rushed past with books in their arms. There was no expression on their faces.

It should be the end of Christmas, the end of the second project of the top three competition, and the stage before the third project. The castle is full of students from other magic schools. Students in demstrang wore thick brown and black cloaks, while students in buspatton wore silver grey tassel robes.

As he passed by those students, Hoffa began to feel confused. Although there were many students in the school, there was no speech between them. In Nuo University's school, no one spoke quietly, which was very frightening.

"What happened?"

He asked Miller.

"It's been like this since Christmas."

Miller replied, "I don't know what happened."

Silent stream of people holding textbooks quietly from the two sides across, to the school auditorium. Precise without any friction, like the puppet under the string.

"Damn it

Hoffa marched against the crowd to the top of the castle. The prosperous magic school has been transformed into a strange center. He is eager to get out of that damned cycle and change his own fate. If he can, he also hopes to change the fate of people around him, including those students who fall into a dream. But he doesn't know what to do, so he can only rely on Dumbledore.Before he got to the top floor, he saw a lot of journalists from the wizarding society. They were concentrated in front of Dumbledore, holding the magnesium lamp, pushing and shoving, shouting and shouting. They looked more normal than the quiet students.

"What happened?"

Hoffa searched for his memory, but he could not remember that such a thing had happened in the original work. For the first time in history, there was a deviation from his cognition, which made him both worried and happy.

After a while, an old man with white hair in a pointed wizard's hat and a grey robe came down the revolving stairs of the office. It's the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

"Professor, Professor Dumbledore!"

Hoffa stopped Dumbledore. He separated the crowd, stepped to Dumbledore, pressed his shoulder and turned him around. "Professor Dumbledore, it's me. Do you still know me?

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the people around looked at Hoffa with astonished eyes. Dumbledore's blue eyes hung down and looked at him through the half moon lens. His blue eyes twinkled with confused light.

Dumbledore's no wave appearance made Hoffa feel uneasy, but at this time, he didn't care much, and immediately pasted it in Dumbledore's ear: "listen, you have to stop the top three competition. This game is an opportunity for Tom Riddell to revive. He asked me to come over, make the key into a cup, and send Harry Potter to him at the end of the game to revive him."

"If you don't want to see people die, if you don't want to see future wars break out, you have to stop playing now," Hoffa said quickly

With one breath, Hoffa's heart pounded. He looked at Dumbledore expectantly, hoping that he could believe what he said and make a change immediately.

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing after hearing this. He patted Hoffa on the shoulder and said, "I see. You wait for a moment. I'll talk to you after I hold the press conference."

With that, he did not wait for Hoffa to comment. He stretched out his hand and said to the reporter, "listen, I want to announce today's major event."

All of a sudden, the reporters under them were boiling up. They raised the magnesium lamp in their hands and peeped out a round of white light, almost blinding people.

During the day, Hoffa was very weak, and it was even more uncomfortable to look at the dazzling white light. He had to cover his eyes and hide in the corner. But after seeing Dumbledore, he has a bottom in his heart. If he can get his help, he should have a great chance to break the damned cycle.

Dumbledore said: "this year, the top three competition was held in Hogwarts as scheduled. So far, it has been a great success. Our four warriors have overcome difficulties to complete two difficult challenges, and the wizarding society has also expressed corresponding attention to us. However, only this degree of attention is far from enough..."

after a pause, he laughed Get up: "to this end, I announce that on the night of the final, all the spectators who come to Hogwarts to watch the final of the top three competition will not only be exempted from the tickets, but also be rewarded with one hundred gold gallon. For this reason, we even have a super prize of ten thousand gold gallon, which is a free lottery for all the spectators. All the spectators who come to watch the competition are welcome There is a chance to get... "

Hoffa in the corner is stupid, what!?

He looked at Dumbledore smiling in the crowd and couldn't say a word for a long time.

When Dumbledore read out a large section of the reward measures, the reporters got excited, and they handed the microphones to Dumbledore one after another,

"headmaster Dumbledore, is that true?"

"Has the Ministry agreed with you?"

"When will the last competition start?"

"What drove you to make this decision?"

...

Hoffa carefully stood up to the old men in the crowd, and finally noticed something strange. The elderberry wand that Dumbledore had inserted in his waist was now overflowing with some dark energy, which could not be detected by the naked eye.

Seeing the difference between Dumbledore and the Deathly Hallows, Hoffa's heart fell straight down to the bottom. The hope he had just given birth to was suddenly dashed. He thought that he had broken into Dumbledore's office by mistake on the night when he met Miller. Dumbledore was a little strange at that time. Now, he faintly realized what was going on.

Surrounded by reporters, Dumbledore even looked at Hoffa with a smile in his eyes. Hoffa's uneasiness immediately expanded into fear. It's day and he doesn't have any frontal combat ability.

One hand held him in the crowd. Looking back, it was Miller.

"Let's go."

Miller stares at Dumbledore with Moody's eye, pulls Hoffa, turns around and walks out of the castle without looking back.

Dumbledore didn't stop them or even look at them one more time when they were surrounded by a group of reporters holding a magnesium lamp.

"Dumbledore is under control. We have to get out of here quickly." Miller said irritably."He doesn't recognize me."

Hoffa thought that when he met last time, Dumbledore was constantly taking his memory out of his mind. Maybe the memory about himself 50 years ago had been taken out by him and sealed in a glass bottle.

"I shouldn't have come to you, you pestilence," Miller said irritably. "Anyone who has a relationship with you is doomed. Maybe that's what he thinks. It's safer to forget you."

Hoffa was relieved to hear Miller say so.

When he thought about the three hundred thousand years of agraia's life in herheim, he had to find a way to change the cycle.

"Then why don't you give yourself a hair and forget everything?"

He let go of Miller's hand and even went to the front of him. Miller looked at his back and turned his mouth.

When we got to the gate of the castle, the temperature in the air was lower, and the sunshine in the sky, like the fake, would not bring any warmth to people.

Add insult to injury, cold call came from behind.

"Where to, Bach?"

Hoffa froze. Miller, disguised as Alastair moody, stopped. A man in a cage sat by a fountain in the school yard, holding an unfinished book in his hand. He put it away and stood up slowly. Quietly came to them:

"I thought herheim could hold you. I didn't expect you to escape. "

"Grindevo."

Hoffa retreated slowly. He was not surprised. If even Dumbledore can be controlled, then he can't expect anyone else to do it.

He took a look at the sky and drew a tube of medicine from his waist.

"That's what you want to do. Use the top three competition to attract the attention of witches from all over Europe, and then gather them at Hogwarts so that you can catch them all?"

Greendevo: Yes, that's what it means

"How did you do it? When did you control Dumbledore? "

"Even the greatest wizard will be seduced one day, and Albus Dumbledore has never been a great wizard in my eyes."

Grindevo said, as the dark crowd surrounded Hogwarts in all directions. They were wearing old black clothes, holding magic wands, and their faces were expressionless.

Grindevo shrugged:

"we have already finished what we have to say. All that remains is life and death."

At the moment when the magic wand was raised, Hoffa did not hesitate to lift the bottle of septic medicine and poured it into his mouth. As soon as the potion was raised, a heavy blow fell on his head, smashing the septic potion in his hand.

Grindevo shot, he was shot more than 20 meters away, rolled on the ground several times, fell into the middle of the students.

The students holding the book quietly passed by him without any sound.

Hoffa got up from the ground and saw hundreds of magic spells. They came from all directions like lasers, illuminating his face. In the daytime, he had no room to resist.

But before the charms fell on his face, Miller appeared in front of him and raised his wand. The space was twisted, hundreds of magic spells were transferred to the Forbidden Forest in the distance, and fireworks exploded in the dark sky.

"Little goshak, are you going to fight your father?"

Grindevo stood on the high stone steps, looked down at the body of alasto moody and sneered, "if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't exist."

"Don't expect me to thank you for that, grindworth. It's not easy to exist."

Miller held up his wand and turned to Hoffa.

"Come on, you know the secret, behind the Gregory statue."

"What do you do?"

Hoffa asked Miller anxiously.

"Don't worry about me. He can't kill me. You solve the problem!"

Miller said, a swing wand, a translucent ring magic spell appeared around, obscured everyone's sight, "go."

"Damn it

Hoffa looked at the broken glass in his hand and the rising sun. He knew that bringing it down would only be a drag on Miller.

He tore off his clothes, covered his face and left the center of the conflict under the cover of smoke.