The electric current blew up the high platform, and the black-clothed people around him all pounced when they saw that the situation was not good, and they locked him firmly with chains without the slightest resistance.

Grindelwald rumbled up from the rubble, his face appearing for the first time with a different expression, as if angry. But soon, that expression disappeared without a trace. He said mildly to his men:

"Get out of the way, I'll take care of it. ”

The man in black with tight chains receded like a tide, and Hoffa looked at him with great vigilance, only to see Grindelwald move his neck as he did fifty years ago, and ask as he moved, "Did anyone say anything like letting you go back to fifty years ago?"

Hoffa's statement completely vanished, and he looked at Grindelwald in amazement, and he was speechless for a moment. It's true that Nicol Lemay wants to go back to fifty years ago, and the god of nightmares wants to go back to fifty years ago, and he didn't see Dumbledore in his real body, but he instinctively felt that if he did, Dumbledore would want to go back fifty years ago.

"But I don't want you to go back fifty years. Grindelwald looked at him with sympathy: "Hoffa, even if everyone wants you to go back, I don't think it's necessary. I think it's torture for you, it's unbearable for anybody, you can stay in this world and do what you want.

When I completely destroy the dream world and destroy the source of dreams, I will take your soul and the souls of others in the world to create a new world. A world where everyone can understand and empathize with each other. ”

"Huh?"

For a moment, Hoffa's mind even loosened a little, and he even felt that what he said might be a little right, but when he thought of Aglaia and Fatil, he gritted his teeth, and the understanding that had just been raised vanished in an instant.

Grindelwald is outnumbered, he must not be an opponent, and today's plan to find Aglaia's soul has failed, and he must leave here immediately.

The thought flashed, his body swelled rapidly, and in the midst of the magic surge, he quickly turned into a thunderbird, and the huge six-winged thunderbird flew high. His eyes locked on the Blood-Eye portal on the high platform, and he wanted to leave the underworld of Helheim through the portal opened by Grindelwald.

"Want to go?"

Grindelwald moved his head: "Where can you go? ”

With that, he raised his palm, which squirmed and swelled, becoming huge and transparent, and he shook his arm heavily.

The transparent arm hit the six-winged bird that Hoffa had turned into, and the huge and surging force made Hoffa fly upside down on the Helheim Bridge, flying straight out of a distance of thousands of meters, crashing into countless men in black along the way.

Then, Grindelwald's body swelled, eventually turning into a transparent, colorful dragon that perched on the Helheim Bridge of Passage, his head down, his huge pupils sweeping across the bridge. The look in his eyes shuddered.

It was the same as it was three years ago, the only difference being that it had a huge metal cage on its head, which seemed impossible to remove no matter how much Grindelwald struggled.

"Why should we be troubled by fellow prisoners?"

The Void Dragon opened its mouth to rumble, and he spread his wings and leaped down.

"Damn it!"

Hofa's eyes turned at great speed, and Grindelwald's transformed dragon was extremely fast, dragging him to his feet in the blink of an eye, flying up and down in the mist of the underworld.

Whoa!

An electric current appeared from Hoffa's body, flowing through his body in the blink of an eye, completely enveloping the bodies of the two of them.

In the midst of the electricity, Grindelwald picked up Hoffa and smashed him into the bridge like a meteor.

Thick fog rolled and the ground shattered.

Then, the dragon fell lightly, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of Hoffa's body, which was a spiritual power as thick as a mountain.

"I told you, if you want to kill me, you will be like me!" Grindelwald suppressed Hoffa, his huge, twisted eyes staring at the Thunderbird pupils.

"You dream, Lao Tzu reflects on himself a hundred times a day!" Hoffa, who turned into a thunderbird, angrily scolded Grindelwald, "You are afraid that you will not have it once in a hundred years!"

"What's the use, our fate is a reincarnation, no matter what we do, everything is doomed, but poor you don't even understand what reincarnation is, roar!!"

With that, he opened his mouth and a dragon's breath burned on Hoffa's body. Burned his Thunderbird feathers to pieces.

Crackling!

With a flash of lightning, the six-winged thunderbird slid out with his back to Grindelwald, crackling and crackling, and with three lightning flashes in a row, he flashed into the air thousands of meters away.

In the thick fog, Grindelwald was nowhere to be seen.

He looked ahead vigilantly, but Grindelwald's voice came from behind him: "No one can escape from the hands of death." ”

He turned his head and the dragon's body floated behind him, rolling and falling downward, but he was crushed under Grindelwald, completely unable to move.

The mental force field began to penetrate each other, and under the extremely unstable mental force field, both of them could no longer maintain their deformed state, and they turned back into human form one after another.

"Why, don't you become like me!?"

Grindelwald held Hoffa's neck, and the white hair behind the cage flew like tentacles.

"You're so ugly....." Hoffa squeezed through his teeth, "always blaming others." ”

"It seems that I have no choice but to destroy you. ”

Grindelwald said, his arm getting harder.

Looking at Grindelwald pressing on him, he was almost indestructible in his soul state, and this was the Death Mystic Realm, which was completely his home turf.

The final scene of the third year seems to be about to play out again, and Hoffa looks up with some difficulty, is he going to summon Miller?

It seems that he has to be summoned.

Hoffa thought to himself that his form was slipping, and if he continued like this, it would only become more and more difficult to contend with. He opened his mouth, ready to call Miller's name.

But at this moment, Grindelwald suddenly retreated, retreating like lightning. Far away, he climbed high on the pier of Helheim, looking at him condescendingly like a gargoyle. There was a hint of jealousy and mockery on his face.

Hoffa was left alone on the bridge deck in Helheim, feeling that something was wrong, and he wanted to step back and distance himself from Grindelwald. But inexplicably, the body is getting heavier and heavier.

What's going on?

At the same time, in the thick fog, a figure slowly emerged. With the sound of rattling chains, it became clearer and clearer.

It wasn't Grindelwald's men, but the hunched stone monuments, covered in chains, scrawny, and hunched. On his back he carried a stone monument that was extremely heavy at first glance, some of which were large and some of which were slightly smaller.

They came silently from a distance.

The Bearer of Helheim, whom Hoffa had seen when he was in his first grade.

At some point, thin snowflakes began to fall in the sky.

A snowflake fell on him, and when he looked up, the snowflake contained a memory, which was the picture of Albus Dundedo meeting him for the first time at the Wu orphanage in London, in which he was chatting with him.

This......

Hoffa felt something bad in his heart, and when he saw Grindelwald standing far away on a high place, with a look of jealousy on his face, the feeling of bad feeling became stronger and stronger.

Snowflakes fell on him in the sky, and in the snowflakes were pieces of memories of him studying hard at Hogwarts, escorting Sylby on the Spanish coast, being imprisoned in Azkaban, and selling weapons in Paris......

Wrong!

There's something wrong with this place!

Hoffa pulled his legs and ran, but as he ran, he couldn't run a little.

Those memory-like snowflakes fell on him, gradually forming stone tablets one after another on his back.

Hoffa was shocked, he was electrocuted and began to shake, but the more he shook the snowflakes in the sky, the more and more snowflakes drifted, from the orphanage, to Hogwarts, from St. Mungo, to the Ministry of Magic, from Europe, to Africa, from the Ministry of Magic to France, from France, to England.....

No matter how big or small, nothing is missing.

Hoffa's movements became slower and slower, slower and slower, and those snowflakes of concrete were generally piled up into a stone tablet ten meters high, firmly pressing on his back, and the stone tablet was shaking, and several chains hung down from it, and Hofa instinctively grabbed the chains to prevent the stone tablet from falling to the ground.

He even became one of the Monument Bearers of Heheim.

"Can't walk?" Grindelwald laughed from above.

"Grindelwald?"

Hoffa carried a stone monument dozens of meters high, panting and staggering, and every step was very difficult.

Grindelwald showed an admiring face: "Helheim - the bridge of the past, but everyone who steps in it, no one will be entangled by the memories of the past, the more colorful your life, the heavier your memories will be." ”

He turned into a dragon again, climbed high in the air with great interest, and leaped forward with ease.

"Throw away the stele, abandon it and you will catch up with me, can you do it?"

Looking at the faltering, scrawny Facelings around him, Hoffa finally knew what the bridge meant, Helheim—the bridge of the past.

When he was in the first grade, he saw these stele bearers, and he only felt that they were pitiful, did not understand, and could not do anything.

But now he understands that at that time he didn't have any memories of the past, he could do whatever he wanted, it was as clean as a blank sheet of paper. And now, the education of the past, the stories of the past, are like piles of mountains, pressing on him, that is his identity, his life, he can't abandon it at all.

"You... Stop... Think..."

Hoffa said tremblingly, carrying a huge stone tablet on his back.

"You're going to be crushed by the past. Grindelwald said. "Why don't you learn from me, kill everything in the past, and welcome a new life?"

"And... And you... Nothing to do..."

Hoffa looked at Grindelwald high in the sky: "I will never... No, listen to you again... In a word, your... Every sentence... Every word... All correct... Shit..."

"Proper shit, it's the first time I've heard someone describe it like that. ”

The Void Dragon raised its head, its empty and indifferent eyes sweeping across the ice-blue sky, "I was expecting from you, but now I am disappointed. ”

He waved his wings and covered the sky.

"I don't have to do it myself, I can't let go of the people in the past, and the place where I belong is in front of me. Go ahead, and death will weigh your soul. ”

With that, he flapped his wings and flew straight into the sky, leaving the bridge of the past, and at the same time, countless eyeball-shaped portals opened beside the man in black under him, and the man in black rushed out, entering the real world from the mysterious realm of death.