Chapter 332

Hoffa didn't want to care about how old Patty broke away from his hand, how he rushed out of the snow, and how he was knocked down by the old man standing in the shadow.

Barty and his son failed to escape from the trap of fate. Although the way of death this time was different from any he saw in hellheim hell cinema, it also made him feel sad.

All things happen by chance, but the result is like the inevitable fate.

Hoffa thought of what agraia had told him in the underworld, looked at Nico lemme in the distance, and walked slowly down the hill.

In the white snow of the mountain stream, little Patty fell on the snow in a big character, blood like dye slowly spilled out along the hard snow, steaming with heat. But the heat was soon dispersed by the cold wind of the mountain stream, and no longer existed.

Beside him, old Patty knelt beside a cedar, his head against the tree trunk, his eyes staring at his son falling on the snow, his chest was blasted out of a big hole by the magic spell, and at the moment, he had less air in and more air out.

Looking at Batty and his son falling on the snow, Hoffa closed his eyes helplessly.

"Why?" He asked Nico lemme.

"What, why."

Nico lemme looked at him coldly: "what do you bring the people from the Ministry of magic to do? We agreed to send Harry Potter to us at that time. Why don't you come as planned?"

"The plan doesn't work, lemme."

Hoffa breathed out a long breath, spitting out a mist in the cold night: "I can't carry out that mission any more."

"The plan doesn't work, or do you have another plan?" "Did you forget what we said?" asked Nicole lemme sharply, holding up a simple necklace

"I didn't forget..."

Hoffa said in a low voice. He went to little Patty and closed his eyes. His palms were shaking slightly. He felt as if he had fallen into a swamp. The more he struggled, the faster he sank: "Chloe won't allow you to do that."

"It has nothing to do with Chloe. Resurrection is just my personal plan. I have to do it with you or without you. Our goal is resurrection. Do you understand resurrection?"

"I understand."

"You know what."

Nicole lemme winked at Peter, who was standing by rubbing his hands and laughing. "You, go and bury those two people. Bury them away."

"Got it."

Peter Pettigrew immediately ran to the body of little Patty and dragged him to a distance. Then he ran back and dragged the body of old Patty to a distance in the snow.

Then, he turned his wand into a shovel and shoveled it on the snow. After a while, two small earth pits were dug out on the ground for burying people.

Seeing that Pettigrew Peter ran to dig a hole in the distance, Nicole may came to Hoffa. He hated the iron and said bitterly, "what are you thinking, stupid boy? Even if you want to revive fatil's daughter, you can't go back 50 years ago without Chloe's power."

Hoffa: "why do I have to go back 50 years?"

Nicole lemme: "you can only live with fatil's daughter if you go back 50 years ago and then resurrect her 50 years ago."

"Why?"

Hoffa came back, puzzled: "I can't revive her in this time and space?"

"If you revive her in this time and space, she is already a newborn of this era. If you go back, the time flare will still tear her apart. I think you know that better than anyone else. "

Time flare...

Hoffa's face turned white. He stepped back two steps and leaned near the platform of the train.

Looking at his dejected appearance, Nico lemme shook his head. He stepped forward and patted Hoffa on the shoulder. He said, "now, go back and send that damned Harry Potter. Then I'll get the resurrection and copy it. You can do the rest."

For a moment, Hoffa almost wanted to agree to lemme, but then he thought of the terrible 6000 cycles, the hopeless fate, and immediately said, "no, No

"No way?"

Nicole lemme looked at Hoffa with the look of a monster.

"What on earth are you doing? What's the climate of reviving a Voldemort? But after resurrection, you... "

he secretly made a gesture to touch his neck," as for bringing people from the Ministry of magic to make him unhappy, you won't really believe those people from the Ministry of magic. "

"Things are not the same as you think!"

Hoffa is helpless. He knows the truth of infinite cycle, but Nicole lemme doesn't. But he didn't know how to explain to Nicole lemme, so he said, "no, lemme, I will never give Harry Potter to Voldemort."

"What about resurrection?"Nicoleme laughed. "Without it, we would have done nothing."

Hoffa couldn't answer for a moment. On one side, there was a dead end to infinite circulation, while on the other side, a high wall was erected, which was a dead end.

However, a little balance, he made a choice, he must not be able to carry out that task, nothing is more terrible than recycling.

So he stepped back and shook his head.

"Oh, I see."

Looking at Hoffa's appearance, Nicole may suddenly realized, "don't you want to go back 50 years ago, for fear that I will force you back after I resurrect Chloe?"

"You want to go back?" Hoffa could not help asking: "to that era of war? To that age of life and death? "

"I won't do that." Nicole lemme shook his head. "If you really don't want to send Harry Potter, forget it."

Then he politely extended his hand and said gently, "nice to meet you, Bach."

Hoffa subconsciously held out his hand and shook it with Nicole lemme.

Nicoleme held Hoffa's palm close to his body and pressed it to his ear: "you know, I've always enjoyed your metamorphosis."

Suddenly, there was a slight pain in his waist, and Hoffa said that it was not good. He pushed Nicole lemme away and looked down. There was a syringe firmly inserted in his waist, and there was some transparent medicine in the syringe.

Hoffa's pale with fright, the medicine of blood loss!

He jerked the potion out and looked up. Nicole lemme was staring at him with cold eyes. The warmth that he had just revealed disappeared like an illusion.

"What are you thinking, old man?"

"This tube will last you for the next week, and I hope your transfiguration is amazing enough." He said coldly.

At the end of the speech, a huge purple snake sprang out of the shadow of the forest and opened a big mouth of blood spray to Hoffa. He retreated after being eroded by the blood poison. The moonlight no longer had a blessing on him. He was bitten by the huge purple snake in the neck.

Then the snake twisted like a spring and wrapped Hoffa in its body in a twinkling of an eye.

Hoffa grabs the snake's neck and its fingers change into claws. He tore the neck of the snake around him and said angrily, "Damn it, lemme! You're selling me now? "

"Sorry, I can't help it."

Nicole may was not moved: "I gave you a chance, but you turned back, so I really can't cooperate with you."

"I...!"

The snake's cold scales wriggled and tightened, gradually squeezing him out of breath. Not only that, it expanded its bones, stuck them to Hoffa's head and tried to swallow him.

Just as Hoffa and the snake were in a standoff, a strong wind came from behind him. A shining shovel fell on his shoulder and cut a bone deep wound.

Hoffa was in pain, and his arm turned into a Thunderbird's wing. He threw the huge purple snake out and hit it on the tree. Then he kicked away Peter, the dwarf who attacked him from behind. He covered his bleeding shoulder and retreated, glaring at Nicole lemme.

Nicole lemme shook his robe and pulled out his wand. "Don't worry, I won't kill you - I'm unconscious."

The red coma spell goes at Hoffa. He's gone.

Crackle!

With a soft sound.

His phantom moved a hundred meters away.

Nico lemme's phantom also disappeared. At the moment of appearance, he met Hoffa face to face and grabbed him by the wrist. His thin palm held Hoffa like a hook: "multiple bondage."

He repeated the incantation, which was very old and rhythmic. With the incantation, Hoffa was firmly bound by a completely invisible rope. He twisted himself into a strange posture and stood on the snow.

He stares at lemme. This old man has become one of the ropes that bind him. As long as he is brought back to Voldemort, the plot in the original book must be waiting for him.

Those are exactly what he wanted to do at the beginning, and they have proved to be totally unable to save agraia, Chloe, himself, anyone.

"Let me go! Old man He said.

"It's impossible. You'll ruin the plan."

"Then you are no different from killing me." Hoffa said sadly. He couldn't get rid of the invisible rope at all. Unable to break the magic spell, he began to Miss Miller.

"Sorry." "Wormtail," Nico lemme said without much apology

Pettigrew came running from the snow with a shovel, and his bare forehead was sweating with heat: "please, Mr. lemme."

"Take him to the Dark Lord." Nico lemme said, "let them go by themselves... By themselves...

" what are they going for? "Wormtail confused said, short he put Huo * * up, carried on the shoulder.

"Go on your own... Go on your own..."

Nico lemme's voice is getting lower and lower. Suddenly, his legs are soft and he falls to the ground with a plop. I fell on the snow and snored. I fell asleep.

"Ah?"

His sudden fall startled Wormtail. He stretched his neck and looked at the old man who fell asleep.

The magic spell that bound Hoffa disappeared after lemme fell asleep. Soon after, Hoffa kicked Wormtail's waist and slid his head down in the snow.

"Damn Birdman!"

Wormtail's nose bleeds and shrieks. He gets up from the ground and looks back. The gray haired middle-aged man crackles into the phantom. He disappears beside Nicole lemme and Pettigrew Peter. I don't know.

...

...

"old man? Old man Peter Pettigrew, ignoring Hoffa's disappearance, ran to the sleepy Nicole lemme with his nose in his hand and shook his shoulder. "Wake up, old man."

Nicoleme didn't wake up and was still asleep.

"What happened?"

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In the distance, a huge purple Python swims around. It wriggles around lemme, who is sleeping on the ground. Then it slowly turns into a thin woman. The woman opens her thin lips and spits out a circle of purple smoke on lemme's face.

Nico lemme immediately coughed after inhaling the smoke. He coughed so hard that he sat up from the ground.

"Waste!"

There was a sharp voice.

The thin, purple haired woman turned around and pointed the back of her head at the coughing Nico lemme. Under the woman's high bun, there was an ugly baby face. The baby roared angrily: "waste, two waste!"

Pettigrew heard the voice, rushed over quickly, knelt down under the head, trembled and said: "master... Master, it's none of my business. It's him. He just fell asleep for some reason."

He said, pointing to Nicole lemme.

Nicole lemme covered his neck and coughed. His neck and face were blue.

"You can't kill him!? Do you want me to teach Avada? " Voldemort roared angrily: "do you want to betray me, like that guy?"

"Master... I dare not, I dare not."

Pettigrew with fright, he turned his shovel back into a magic wand and crawled to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm getting older and I can't control myself any more," he said hoarsely

"You're in charge, old man!"

Voldemort asked sharply, "get that bastard back for me."

"No Nicole lemme gritted his teeth and said, "it's not the same as his mission."

"Do the same?" Voldemort said angrily, "who doesn't have him, Harry Potter?"

The three were silent.

Nicole lemme clenched her lips and fell into deep meditation. Wormtail lying on the ground motionless, only eyes grunt straight turn. Purple woman is against Voldemort's face, bleak let the cold wind whistling from the body.

They are just like the lender who has prepared all the procedures to go to the bank to prepare the loan, only to find that the bank is closed, and they are deeply in meditation.

"I'll do it."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the dense forest.

The three people on the snow turned their heads and saw a tall man coming. His waterfall like white hair hung down from his thin shoulders, and his head was supported by a strange cage, which made people unable to see his specific appearance.

Nicole lemme took a breath, stepped back and leaned against the tree trunk, shivering slightly.

With the rustle of footsteps, the white haired man came closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the three.

"I give you that boy, if you want to revive him with his blood." Grindevo said with a smile.

Things suddenly have a turn for the better, but Voldemort is not happy, he is like facing the enemy asked: "who are you?"

"It's none of your business who I am, but. I'll give you Harry Potter. "

"What about the terms?"

Voldemort asked without hesitation. He stared at the strange man and hissed like a snake.

"He's a real wit." Grindevo nodded, laughed and said, "I have two requests."

"You said

Voldemort's face tightened.

"First, I want to invite celebrities from all walks of life to watch the top three competition, not only the ordinary white witch people, black witches and magical creatures. I also hope they can watch it. I hope you can contact your old friends, giants, werewolves and vampires, and let them bring their families and friends to watch the top three competition.""Ha! What is it? "

Voldemort gave an incredible laugh: "what are you thinking of, let those people go, I did not resurrect, who will control them, you are not afraid of those people to tear down Hogwarts?"

Grindevo pointed his eyebrows: "as long as you use Harry Potter's blood to revive, you can control them."

"That's no good," Voldemort flatly refused. "They're not idiots. How can they go to Dumbledore's territory? It's not suicidal."

"I've got Dumbledore." Grindevo said steadily.

"Fart, no one can control Dumbledore." Voldemort scoffed, "that old man can't be controlled... Eh!"

Voldemort made a trill, controlling the purple haired woman to step back several steps.

Grindworth turned around, but his back was not his back, but another front. On the front was an old man with a white beard. The old man closed his eyes and his brows were twitching, obviously in great pain.

It's Dumbledore.

After a turn, grindevo continued to face Voldemort: "no one will do anything to your subordinates. I just hope to stand on the right side and offer a big gift for the rebirth of the Dark Lord in this new and old era."

After a pause, he said in a very charming voice: "you've been dormant for too long. Others have forgotten you. You need someone to help ordinary people remember their fear of being dominated by the dark magic. Let me be that person."

Looking at another monster in front of him, Voldemort was silent. He was silent for a while, and then he suddenly laughed happily,

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"As you wish."

Grindevo even bent down and made a slight bow.

"What about the second condition?" Voldemort asked.

Grindevo raised his head and touched his chin: "it's very simple. I want to borrow the resurrection stone, which is the ring handed down from generation to generation in your family."