"Closer to home, spells, they come in many forms, and their magic varies. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you all sorts of spell-breakers, that's all. Logically speaking, you're not in the sixth grade, and I'm not supposed to tell you what an illegal black spell looks like, because you're too young to deal with this thing. But Professor Dumbledore praised your courage for a great deal of it, and he thought ......"

At nine o'clock in the morning, Alastor Moody was in the classroom. The expression is rich, and it is the same as usual. Only by looking very carefully can we see a deep emptiness and confusion in his eyes.

Hoffa sat in the corner of the classroom, silent.

Last night, after he met Miller, the guy possessed his right hand, and in a violent confrontation, it even reached Dumbledore's office.

He finally got the Three Unforgivable Curses, but instead of mastering them himself, Miller, who was housed in his right hand, used the Imperius Charm to control Moody, and was teaching Harry Potter and them a lesson.

Fearing that something would happen, he secretly took Miller behind the elder Moody. But it turned out that he was overthinking, and the Imperius Curse cast by Miller was unusually stable, and Moody hadn't made any mistakes since the class was in session.

On the podium, like in the original book, he straightened out the classroom discipline, asked students questions, and introduced the three unforgivable spells.

Hoffa sat in the corner, his eyes staring at Moody nonchalantly, but his mind was on Dumbledore, who had been suspected of having known about his existence since meeting him last night.

His words seemed to be for Moody, but it felt like they were also for himself-[The black star is rising, and the gods are pouring over each other]

What exactly is Dumbledore trying to express?

Hoffa rubbed his hair with a frown.

The god of nightmares, who had met him, was nowhere to be found, and no one was there to answer the puzzle for him. His own teacher, Grindelwald, the spokesman of the Grim Reaper, is also unknown, damn it, why can't he point it directly, he has to use this obscure way.

At this moment, a burst of laughter woke him up from his thoughts.

It turned out that Moody on the podium had taken out a glass bottle with a spider in it, and he took his wand to cast a Reimburser spell on the spider in the bottle, and the spider danced on the table, causing the classroom to laugh.

In the corner, Miller muttered in his head.

"It's ironic to teach the Imperius Curse with the Imperius Charm. ”

"What's the difference between the Imperius Curse and the puppet spell you cast on me?" Hoffa couldn't help but ask.

"The puppet spell is to control the body, but you can still keep your mind, and after the spell ends, you will still have the memory of the spell cast. But the Imperius Curse controls the mind along with it, and when the spell ends, you forget who the controller is. ”

"Isn't the Imperius Curse better?"

Hoffa looked at Moody, feeling a little uneasy. The Imperius Curse seemed to him to be a more dangerous spell than the Require Curse, and if he could, he was really afraid of being taken away.

"It can't be said that every spell has a rule, but there is no superior or inferior spell itself.

Just like the Golem Curse, although it is not as deep as the Imperius Curse, it can control the crowd on a large scale and control the distance, but the Imperius Curse is not, although it can control the unit more deeply, but most of the time it can only control one, and the controller must stay by the side of the accused, if the mental power is not high, there will even be a risk of being usurped. ”

"Large-scale crowd control ......"

Hoffa suddenly thought of Grindelwald and his men, of the terrible cages they wore on their heads.

"Is there no solution to the puppet spell?"

"No solution? Of course there is a solution. ”

Miller smiled in his mind and said, "But I don't have to tell you. ”

"Damn. ”

Hoffa cursed in his heart, but he didn't say anything more on his face.

As long as Miller doesn't control his body to do anything harmful, he doesn't mind that Miller stays with him, at least then he can have a companion to talk to.

Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts class didn't last long, and after demonstrating the three forgivable spells, the class came to an end. The students were leaving the classrooms one after another, and they seemed to have a lot more respect for Moody than they had been when school started.

When the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over and the classroom was over, Hoffa raised his right hand and asked Miller, "What does Miranda want to give me, can you tell me now?"

In the empty classroom, Miller controlled Hoffa's right hand to hold the void.

The space creates ripples like the surface of water.

As if by magic, Miller took out an old, faded piece of parchment from the void and handed it to Hoffa.

Hoffa picked up the faded parchment and looked at it, and there was a row of small letters written on the parchment in red ink.

[The needs of the ancient and unknown gods are only long and unpredictable, the more ancient they are, the more afraid of death, and if they want to trade with the unknown ancient gods, they can only pay the price of time, and the only time that human beings can pay is life. 】

Underneath the words were several dense rune patterns, ancient and sharp, that looked like an eye, and under the eye there was a whole row of very complex potion recipes and spells that looked like they had to be used together.

"This is...!?"

Hoffa's palms trembled immediately, and he thought of the door to the mysterious realm of death that Joey had opened for himself fifty years ago, when he was not yet a Thunderbird in his first grade. At that time, he sacrificed one of his little fingers, or even part of his life, to draw an eye symbol on his arm, which is exactly the same as that recorded on parchment.

Miller said lightly: "This is the sacrificial circle that leads to the Death Mystery Realm of Helheim, which my sister has spent many years finding for you in those primitive tribes. By sacrificing your life under certain conditions, you can get a brief chance to travel to the Death Mystery, where you may be able to meet the people you want to meet. ”

"Miranda..."

Hoffa looked at the parchment in his hand, and didn't know what to say for a moment. Originally, he had thought that fifty years later, Joey must be dead, and the secret to Helheim was nowhere to be found. And now, the same magic is in front of him, and it can be said that there is nowhere to find it when he steps on the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Seeing him like this, Miller poured cold water: "But I advise you not to have too much hope, after all, so much time has passed, even the soul has dissipated." ”

Hoffa ignored Miller's cold water, and it took him a while before he calmed down his agitation and asked Miller, "Yes... Can I meet Miranda?"

"What, thank her in person?" Miller sneered.

"Yes. Hoffa said.

"Then you throw away the parchment, and I'll take you. Miller was blunt.

Hoffa immediately subconsciously hid the parchment behind him.

......

......

With Miller's help, he doesn't need to spend time with Moody's or pretending to be anyone. Life for a while, it becomes calm, at least for Hoffa.

The Hogwarts campus is full of turmoil, the Triwizard Tournament starts regularly, people from the three schools come from all over the world, there are many young wizards like dogs, handsome men and beautiful women walk everywhere, Dunlido sacrifices the Goblet of Fire, the Ministry of Magic people are discharged in Hogsmeade for protection, and a large number of Ministry of Magic officials gather at Hogwarts.

A week later, Miller, at Hoffa's behest, casts a powerful Confusion Charm on the Goblet of Fire, throwing Harry's name into it, and on the night of the Warriors, a bewildered Harry Potter is thrown into the vortex of conflict by the dark duo. Since then, he has lived a miserable life of being ridiculed by his classmates, gossiped about by unscrupulous reporters, and abandoned by his best friend.

Everything is going according to plan, and the only variable is Barty Crouch Jr.

After being blown by the cold wind of Helheim, he fell into madness, and it was not until he saw Twinkle that he went from madness to a sluggish coma.

Twinkle once said that Barty would wake up in a week, but a whole month has passed, and Barty still doesn't mean to be awake. Not only did he not wake up, but he fell deeper and more asleep, like a bear that had gone into hibernation, and his breathing and heartbeat slowed down.

This made the house-elf Sparkle more and more worried, and she anxiously asked Hoffa what to do almost every other day.

But none of this had anything to do with Hoffa, who didn't want to care about Barty or Harry Potter, and after getting the mysterious sacrificial contract, all his attention was focused on it.

If he wants to go to Helheim and sacrifice his own life, he doesn't want to sacrifice it, he needs to make a sacrificial potion in the same way as it is on parchment, and then use it with a spell.

For a whole month, Hoffa was preparing to travel to Helheim. He had Twinkle go to Snape's Potions classroom to steal potions and secretly refine them in the Defence Against the Dark Arts office, while he himself set up the grounds in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and he didn't want anyone to interrupt him when he opened the door to Helheim.

Time blinked by in the blink of an eye, and a month later, the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts was about to enter the first phase of the project, and Hoffa had prepared the sacrificial potion to enter the underworld at night.

That night.

It was pitch black on the grounds. Hoffa and Miller, disguised as Moody, walked into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. Due to the special thing he was going to do tonight, Miller left his palm and lodged in the body of Mad-Eye Moody instead.

As we passed the lawn, at the door of Hagrid's hut, the tall half-giant was dressed in a tight suit, combing his hair in front of his sink, preparing for tonight's date.

Opposite Hagrid's hut was a huge carriage, the vehicle of the headmaster of Beauxbatons, Miss Maxime. Some men and women chatted and kissed on the dark lawn, and those were French students, much more open and romantic than British students.

The evening breeze blows on Hoffa's face, and the scent of honeysuckle in the air is intoxicating.

Hoffa, who had been addicted to refining sacrificial medicines, suddenly envied the students on the meadow, he thought of his age, in fact, he was only seventeen years old, if he had come to this time and space, he could now have nothing to do, drink tea with friends, discuss and discuss contestants, maybe he could represent Hogwarts in the competition, easily win the championship, maybe the only question he was worried about was who to invite to the Christmas ball, that's all.

However, the thought that if he had been born fifty years later, he might not have known Aglaia and Miranda, and he was relieved to think about it, and no longer envied the men and women in the night.

But Miller was different, he looked at those French students, humming and rubbing his hands, and the blue magic eye turned wildly in his eye sockets: "When you leave, I will possess the beautiful and handsome guys and experience the feeling of youth." ”

Hoffa couldn't help but glance at him, his lewd demeanor and Moody's terrifying face almost made one want to put him in a cage.

"Don't make any moths. He was a little upset and said, "Pretend to be Moody's and wait for me to come back." ”

"Can you manage it, when I am your servant?" Miller rolled his eyes in disdain.

"If you mess up my business, I'll really report it to your sister. ”

"Ha, do you think that's not what she thinks?" Miller suddenly hooked up on Hoffa's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "She's sullen and depressed, but in fact she secretly looks at ......"

"Fuck off, shut up and go!"

Hoffa's face flushed a little, and he quickly pushed Miller away, not wanting to hear him talk about Miranda's privacy.

The two continued to walk deeper into the Forbidden Forest, and they didn't go far when they heard several men shouting loudly in front of them...... Then there was a deafening, shrill roar.

Roar!!

Skirting the trees, Hoffa caught a glimpse of four fierce-looking adult fire dragons in the distance in a paddock surrounded by thick planks, standing on their hind legs, roaring and snorting, flames flashing through the night sky.

"It seems that the first project is to prepare for the use of fire dragons. ”

Miller smiled, and then said with disdain: "One generation is not as good as the next, in our time, even a student can tame a fire dragon." ”

"What does it mean to you to tame the dragon?" said Hoffa, who saw the dragon with some emotion.

Miller, possessed by Moody, shrugged: "It doesn't mean anything, it's just a pet." ”

"It's about proving themselves to them, it means a different thing, it has nothing to do with strength. ”

Hoffa said, and Miller looked a little upset, "Bach, in fact, I have been unable to figure out a problem. ”

"What a problem. ”

"Why did you jump into a lake in third grade? I still don't understand why anyone would choose to die. ”

"It's just an experience of mine, an immature experience. Hoffa said lightly.

"If my sister was here, she would have saved you, but I wouldn't let her go. Miller said seriously: "To be honest, I don't think being abandoned by Hogwarts is a big deal, dying for a small thing, I can only say that you are narrow-minded." ”

"It's not a big deal, you're right. "Hoffa was calm, calm and somewhat absent-minded.

"Do you regret it?" asked Miller.

"I don't regret it, at least I confirmed some simple things. ”

As they spoke, they entered the depths of the Forbidden Forest, where the roar of the fire dragon in the distance was inaudible, and the fluorescent fluorescent tans on the ground shimmered with a pale blue or pale yellow luster, attracting mosquitoes to fly beside them.

Miller stepped forward first, waving his fingers and laying defensive and isolation barriers on all sides.

After arranging, Hoffa sat cross-legged on the ground and took out a small vial of potion from his bosom, which boiled in the glass tube, and the surface of the surface exuded a bronze sheen, which looked extremely heavy.

Finally...

This is the sacrificial potion he has refined this month, and as long as he drinks it, he can achieve the effect of sacrifice. Even after so many years of experience, the moment this moment really came, his palms trembled slightly with excitement.

"Do you want me to drink it?" Miller looked at the potion with some concern.

"You're worried about me?"

"Don't worry, it's just that there are ready-made offerings here. Miller pointed to Mad-Eyed Moody's body, "It's not more convenient to sacrifice him directly, it will cost you your life." ”

"Maybe it's not necessary. ”

Hoffa said lightly, he thought of the old man's shot in his mouth, shook his head self-deprecatingly, opened his mouth and swallowed the potion without hesitation.

This mouthful of potion was like some kind of thick metal stock liquid, without any taste, but after he swallowed it, he could clearly feel that there was something else in his body, wrapped in that thick potion, flowing and rolling in his veins.

That was his time, his life.

It was so surging that he wanted to pour some of it out at once.

Instinctively, he imitated Joey's actions back then, slicing open his finger and drawing an eye on the back of his hand.

Suddenly, as if a glass of milk had been sucked dry, and the plump droplets of water had been squeezed, Hoffa's body became thin and shriveled, and he suddenly grew old for ten years.

Miller frowned and looked at Hoffa, a little unhappy.

He crouched down, bit his fingers, and smeared a mark on his head with blood.

"This is a puppet rune, I can't follow you to the underworld. If you're in an emergency and need a spell, you can use this rune to contact me, just call my name and I'll manipulate your body for an hour, but only for an hour, understand?"

"I see. Hoffa nodded.

"Also, it is the territory of the Grim Reaper, the most terrible abyss, whether you find it or not, you must come back before your eyes disappear, otherwise you will be lost in Helheim forever, and your real body will become a vegetative state.

"I understand, thank you, Miller. ”

After saying that, the blood-red eyes on the back of his hand blinked, and Hoffa's eyelids gradually became heavy.

Suddenly, he fell to the ground with a thud, as if someone had tugged at his hand so hard that his eyes lost their blackness and were only pure white.

An invisible door slammed open, and a strong wind enveloped Hoffa's consciousness.

Then, his consciousness followed the mysterious power through the layers of space.

Countless worlds flashed before his eyes, countless planes brushed and lined up beneath his feet.

It was as if all sides of his body were covered in vintage film films. Finally, when he finished falling, stood on solid ground.

A bone-chilling cold wind blew towards him, as if it could blow him to the point where his divine form was destroyed and nothingness was eliminated. He instinctively shuddered and put his arms around his shoulders.

However, his mental strength was already much stronger than that of the first grade, and the cold wind only made him uncomfortable for a moment, and he got used to it.

Get used to the temperature and open your eyes.

He took a step back in astonishment.

He was standing on a bridge at the moment, a huge, straight stone bridge that came from the middle of nowhere, leading to the unknown. And at the end of the other shore stood a huge, vague shadow of an eagle, too large to be described in words.

It looked left and right and leaked a little light, the only light in the abyss.

But that wasn't the reason for his consternation, he had been to the Death Mystic Realm once before. The scene he remembered fondly.

The reason for his surprise was that it was different from the last time he came. There is a big difference.

The last time he landed, there was no one around.

And this time, he was surrounded by people, shoulder to shoulder, just like Wangfujing Street during the 11th Golden Week. And the fellows were all dressed in the same attire, dressed in black leather robes and rusty birdcages, quietly huddled together without saying a word.

Hoffa, who came out of nowhere, was the only outlier among them.

The only one who doesn't wear a cage and doesn't wear a black leather coat. It's as abrupt as a man suddenly getting into a women's bathhouse.

His arrival attracted everyone's attention.

The slanting snow and ice came from the dark sky and went to the bottomless abyss.

Hoffa stood in the crowd, looking at the thousands of pairs of birdcage heads on the bridge, and the straight eyes behind their cages.

He swallowed his saliva and raised his hand tremblingly: "Hit... Excuse me...?"