At Hogwarts, the ball is in full swing.

Wizard musicians are playing on stage to Dmitrievich Shostakovich's Waltz No. 2.

Hogwarts warriors and dance partners danced to the graceful waltz, and other students poured onto the dance floor, showing off their charms to the music.

And on the edge of the dance floor, Miller, disguised as Moody, laughed exaggeratedly, kicking his wooden legs and hugging a beautiful Beauxbatons girl through the crowd.

Everyone who saw him looked at him with kindness and understanding: "Very good dance moves, Professor Moody." ”

"Ron, you are a sycophant, your dad still knows that you are so good at sycophants, I guess I will wake up laughing when I dream. ”

"The gown is beautiful, Professor Moody. ”

"Fuck off, I'm going to stuff your head in the s***, Fred. ”

"Very skillful posture, Professor Moody's. ”

"Die, Cedric, I'm more skilled at your girlfriend. ”

"Professor Moody, it's been a wonderful night. ”

"Yes, except that you're all puppets, idiots!"

......

Whenever someone spoke to him like this, Miller nodded his head with laughter and hurled insults at everyone. But they were unheard of, and instead faced him with more fervent dancing and a more positive attitude.

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

A faint cry appeared in Miller's ears, the voice was very low, he turned a deaf ear, and began to dance wildly with the beautiful girl of Beauxbatons in his arms, they stepped on the tango dance steps, and jumped from one side of the auditorium to the other, and he danced wildly while asking the girl in his arms, "Do you believe that I will blow up this auditorium immediately, and no one will stop me?"

"Oh, your jokes are so funny. ”

The girl in his arms looked at him with dreamy eyes, which were no different from looking at a lover.

"Jokes, do you want to hear jokes?"

Miller stepped on the tango, spun the girl seven hundred and twenty degrees, and pulled her into his arms.

"Of course, you please. ”

"I remember the last time I saw a French girl, it was a Muggle driver, do you know Muggle cars?"

"I know. The girl said eagerly, "My grandfather was a Muggle. ”

"Hah, that's so interesting. She came to London to play with me, her English was not good, and when she drove to Regent Street, the road sign in front of her prompted her to turn left, and she was not sure, so she asked me, "Turn left?"

I said, "right," and she hit the fire hydrant on the right!hahahaha~"

"You're such an interesting guy, even if you're French, your English isn't that bad. The girl panted and said that fine droplets of sweat had oozed from the blonde girl's forehead because Miller's movements were so intense.

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

"Two glasses of brandy," he commanded without hesitation. Two glasses of spirits dotted with olives appeared in front of him.

"I don't drink. Beauxbatons Girl said in an ethereal voice.

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

Miller looked up and poured a large glass of brandy, then another, his palms pressed against the table, shaking.

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

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

Miller stared deadly, trying to find Dumbledore, but found no trace of the old wizard.

"Really?"

The French schoolgirl said suspiciously, "I don't think you look like a sister." ”

"Hahahaha, guess. ”

Miller asked for another glass of spirits and looked up and poured down: "I used to have schizophrenia, but now we're recovered." ”

"Haha, you're funny. ”

"Damn, I'm not kidding. ”

"Then your attending doctor must be very good. ”

Miller's expression froze, and Hofa's dying body seemed to reappear before him, and he slammed the glass and pulled the girl back onto the dance floor.

......

......

Rumble!!

A Roman pillar in the Eternal Arena was smashed to pieces by a gray-haired and golden-eyed boy, and a man covered in wounds fled from under the fallen Roman column.

After barely a few steps, a blood-red shadow rushed out of the smoke and dust. As he ran, his back was full of wings, his lips torn to the base of his ears, which were full of sharp teeth.

"Blood...!"

Rumble!!

Another blow that shook the mountains.

The entire dueling arena was blown out of a huge gap, and the nowhere ghost was blown into the sky by the force of the blast, in the face of such huge destruction, Arvada not only did not stop it, but danced excitedly on the balloon.

"Who is the real Hofabach, the one who escaped?"

“NO！！”

The ghosts in the stands denied it.

"The one in pursuit?"

“YES！！”

Tens of thousands of ghosts affirmed.

"Hahahahahaha~ I'm so confused by what you guys guys guys are doing, I don't know, I'm so confused, I'm so confused, Arvada shook his head out of the phantom: "But I think I can really beat the impostor, right?

Avada's frantic voice and wraith's screams distracted Hoffa, and the pursuit of the guy with his own body made him even more embarrassed.

He pressed his ear to the smoke and fled, Miller had left a drop of blood on his head before he entered the underworld. He said that he could contact him briefly for an hour or so as long as he needed the spell, but when he needed the spell the most, the guy didn't move.

"Miller, Miller, do you hear me!?"

He shouted uncontrollably, and suddenly, some mysterious spiritual link appeared in his head through space, and his body moved somewhat uncontrollably.

Hoffa was overjoyed, and he thought Miller had heard his cries, and immediately stopped.

The moment he stopped, the son of the night god, who was wreaking havoc and pursuing, also stopped, stood a hundred meters away from him and stopped, looking at him with vigilant eyes.

"You actually have a consciousness of your own. ”

Hoffa gritted his teeth.

"Blood ....."

The body hunched over like a beast, its footsteps slowly swirling along the sand.

"Don't run away, that man he won't run away!"

Arvada knelt on the balloon, his neck sticking out from the rim of the balloon, and the elder probe said in a trembling tone, "Is Hofabach going to face his own body, the body that has been blessed by the night, the body that has been cursed by the day?"

The tens of thousands of ghosts in the stands also poked their heads out, and the elders were rarely quiet, and some of them even held their palms in their mouths, expecting Hoffa's Jedi counterattack or being torn to pieces by the beasts.

Hoffa slowly raised his arm and pointed straight ahead. Bring your feet together, lift your right foot, put your toes close to the back heel of your left foot, and use your right toes as a support to slowly stand on your tiptoes.

"Oh woo~"

The spirits gasped in unison.

"Are you coming?"

"Are you coming!?"

Arvada's eyes widened at the boss and he said in ecstasy. The microphone in his hand even turned into an ultra-long telescope that was tens of meters long. He held up a telescope dozens of meters long in front of his eyes, which was very funny.

"Is it coming, how is he going to overcome his flesh?"

Hoffa spun around, pointed his finger at the stands, and then touched his hand to his crotch. With his legs crossed and twisting in the sand, he looked like he was moving forward, but he was actually moving backwards.

Arvada held up the binoculars and shouted in shock, "Look, what is he doing? Is that some mysterious spell casting?"

On the sand, Hoffa swirled in a gorgeous spin and waved his hands as if to shatter something, and the entire Eternal Arena reverberated with shattered glass. His movements are as agile as a dragon going to sea, full of the beauty of strength, and like a milk swallow through the forest, his gestures are depicting chic freehand.

"He's dancing!!"

"Fucking dancing!!"

Arvada finally reacted, and he roared, "Actually started a space walk in the Eternal Arena, worthy of that man, is he crazy!?"

"Woo woo," Avada burst into tears of excitement after the roar, "I can see everything if I live for a long time!

Then, he stood up from the clown balloon and spread his arms like the world.

"Come on!"

Countless flags poked out from all sides of the Eternal Arena, and even a huge LED wall appeared, with dozens of colorful laser spotlights flashing on top of the wall.

"Since he's so interested, how can I lag behind as the host, come on, baby, I haven't used you for a long time!"

As he spoke, Arvada turned into five people alone, each holding a microphone, a guitar, a drum kit, an electronic keyboard, and a flute.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a song by Billie Jean from the modern singer Michael Jackson is given to you by me at Arvada. ”

"Shh!!!h

Such a comical scene caused all the ghosts to let out angry boos, which was very different from what they wanted to see.

"Get down!"

"A bunch of maniacs!"

"Kill him for me!!"

On the battlefield, Hoffa was already on the verge of madness, and his terrible flesh was watching him with great vigilance. And he walked uncontrollably on the sand. What the hell is Miller doing in the real world?

The crazy atmosphere of the scene did not affect the children of the night god in any way. In the distance, the golden-eyed and gray-haired boy lifted his defensive stance, plunged his palm into his chest, and then pulled it out, bringing out a puddle of blood, which fell on his beastly face, giving his face a hint of holiness.

"Blood ......"

He was intoxicated with his own blood. His body was like a balloon blowing up like a crazy height, two meters, three meters, four meters, five meters, and at the same time, huge blood-colored wings tore out from his back, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a huge monster more than ten meters high, covered with hideous bone spurs.

Whoa!

Its chest opened with a huge mouth that shone with the Milky Way and the stars.

The spirits in the stands screamed wildly, and the bloodthirsty emotions in the Eternal Arena swelled, swelled, and swelled with the bodies of the Children of the Night God, and erupted in the fight of life and death as the Avada played strongly.

"Blood!!"

The giant monster pounced on Hoffa with both hands and feet.

But he lightly pressed his crotch during the dance, hugged the back of his head, shook his head, and pushed his lower body forward. Jumped out of the extremely sassy posture.

"Ah!!h

"Kill him!!"

"I can't stand it!!"

The ghosts in the stands were so angry that they were dying for the second time, and they didn't know where rotten eggs, stinky mandarin fish, green cabbage leaves, and other things came out of nowhere, and smashed into the middle of the arena like rain.

In the middle of the arena, Hoffa looked at his other self close at hand, and shouted with all his might.

"Bastard Miller, what are you doing!?"