In front of the snowy Durmstrang gate, Miranda still raised her fingers.

She felt the weight of her body, the soft touch on her lips, and the hot breath from the tip of her nose, and her eyes shook as she was ready for a desperate battle.

She could never have imagined that Hoffa would come out of nowhere. She subconsciously wanted to resist, but the lips and breath were like the most powerful spells, so that the spell genius had no ability to resist at all.

The moment his lips touched, a great passion enveloped Hoffa, he had never experienced such a different kind of passion, this passion flew almost like a blunt knife over his body, and slashed him with a knife! Like a wild beast rushing through the wilderness, unscrupulous! He was sad to find that he loved the girl in front of him so much! No matter how he woke up, he couldn't be freed! He didn't want to be free! He just wanted that passion to tear himself apart and shatter it completely!

At this moment, all the discipline could not punish him, all the laws no longer worked on him, the love that surged like a tsunami completely overwhelmed him, at this moment, he no longer blamed himself, his heart no longer cared, if love was poison, he would raise his head and drink it, if fate was like this, he would embrace it with all his might.

He tightened his arms.

Indulge in deep kisses.

On the black ship, all the wizards in Durmstrang gasped, almost opening their mouths in unison, dumbfounded.

Miranda's mind went blank for a few seconds before she remembered what she was doing here, and she mustered up all her strength to push away the man who was kissing her.

"What are you doing, Hoffa. ”

Miranda cried: "How can there be a person like you, I am obviously now"

Without hesitation, Hoffa kissed again. This time the kiss made Miranda almost suffocate, and she rolled her eyes. Unconsciously began to cater to the beastly madness of Hoffa.

"Headmaster, are we going to Hogwarts?"

A Durmstrang wizard muttered to Osvia.

"What are we doing here?"

But even the great Rector Osiva Nomanova could not answer his subordinates' questions. Such a crazy picture has pushed the limits of Osivia's limited imagination.

What's going on?

Just now, I want to say that I want to stop the half-human king.

In the blink of an eye, the Ravenclaw boy pressed a short-haired girl into the woods and kissed her. The intensity of the kiss almost made her blush, who had lived for twenty-four years.

Is this still the same Hofabach she knew??

Of the entire black ship, only Vladimir watched this scene and shed tears. He looked at the snowflake-shrouded boy stupidly, his eyes full of envy and longing.

Hofa greedily indulged in the soft lips of the girl, constantly caressing her face and neck, and the palms of his hands made her hair messy.

The almost suffocating Miranda's heart was completely suspended in the air, like a rootless vine, seven up and eight down, under the attack of this volcanic eruption, she had long forgotten her indifference, and her arms were involuntarily raised, wanting to hug Hoffa, but she caught a glimpse of the shocked people on the black ship in the distance, and couldn't help but widen her eyes in horror, and then pushed Hoffa's neck hard in shame.

"Don't beg you, don't be here, change places, it's really not going to work here."

After a brief breath of breath, Miranda pleaded with her body shaking, her hair disheveled, and her clothes disheveled.

"Do you want to help him?" asked Hoffa, holding her waist around her earnestly.

Miranda shook her head into a rattle: "I didn't help him, I really didn't help him." I just don't want to."

Hoffa smiled and continued to kiss deeply. This time he was no longer so wild, just very gentle kissing. Miranda looked horrified, but instinctively opened her mouth to meet Hoffa's movements.

The skill and intoxication were unbearable, and she responded as she slapped Hoffa with both hands and feet.

Fighting, she lost the strength to resist, tears fell, her arms hooked Hoffa's neck, and the whole person hugged Hoffa, constantly kissing. At this moment, she completely forgot everything and just wanted to melt into Hoffa's arms and enjoy the moment with him.

Feeling the softness of the girl in his arms and the droplets of water on his cheeks, as well as the enchantment that gradually melted behind him, Hoffa let out a slow breath, his expression gradually returned to normal, and he let go of Miranda, whose lips were red and swollen.

At this moment, the girl was looking at him with affection and tears.

"We've been dreaming about it for so many years, and we haven't played any special paly, do you want to have fun?" said Hoffa, as if he were talking to his girlfriend in the park. All discord and fighting were far away from them.

"Ah, what do you want to play?" said Miranda unconsciously with tears.

"Bondage, what do you think?" said Hoffa.

"Here?" said Miranda, surprised.

"Yes. Hoffa said.

Subsequently, Miranda's hands, feet, and neck were all locked by hard stone hands, including each of her knuckles.

"I know you too well. Hoffa chuckled in her ear, "You'll use your fingers instead of the incantation scale, won't you?"

Miranda suddenly realized something, and the blood on her cheeks completely faded in an instant.

"Hofabach! What do you want to do!?"

The witch screamed, "You let go of me!!"

But Hoffa picked her up, and a big jump landed on Durmstrang's black boat.

The people on the black ship all looked at Hoffa with shocked eyes at the moment, is this the legendary wizard? Is this the legendary master of transformation? The man who didn't forget his sister before the war.

Hoffa carried Miranda to Osvia.

"Sister, please take her to Hogwarts immediately. Hoffa said to Osvia.

"Is this, Goshawk?" asked Osvia, stammering from her shock.

"Yes, she's also my lady, she's stupid and doesn't have much brain. But I love her so much that I'm causing you trouble. Hoffa bowed deeply to Osivia: "Please send her back to Hogwarts, to her family." ”

Such a sweet and frank moment in Miranda's ears made her cry in despair, she recalled the phone booth in the snow many years ago, history seemed to play out again at this moment, and the warmth she had just received turned into a memory in the blink of an eye.

"Hoffa!!, what kind of handsome are you.!!"

She yelled, "Bastard!!, you bastard!!"

The voice faded, and Miranda's lips were covered by two stone hands, and she looked at Hoffa with tears in her eyes.

Hofa looked at Osivia, Ossivia was already shocked, and he didn't know if he was shocked that Hoffa was actually married, or shocked by the despair of this crying girl at the moment.

The despair was so palpitating that it even made her a little confused. This was an emotion she had never seen before, and under this emotion, even the cold Slytherin sister couldn't bear to hug Miranda, wipe the tears on her face, and couldn't help comforting her.

"Miranda, I don't regret it at all. ”

Standing in front of Miranda, Hoffa said softly, "Not at all. ”

Then, Hoffa leaped forward, and then turned into a flash of lightning. Disappeared above Durmstran's high façade.

Miranda writhed wildly, she wanted to break free from Hoffa's shackles, but at this moment Hoffa had entered his heyday, and there was no one in the world who could untie his transfiguration.

He fell like a meteor on Durmstrang campus, and the moment he fell in the air, he saw the wizened bald head in a wheelchair, he saw the statue of Salazar Slytherin kneeling in front of him, and he saw the crystal clear green wand in the hand of the statue of Salazar Slytherin.

Sylby sensed the oppressive force from the sky, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

"Stop him!"

He spoke very quickly.

Durmstrang came to life, and the giant Finger Castle swept towards Hoffa in the air. In the castle, countless goblins emerged, some of them bending their bows and shooting arrows, some spitting fire, some unleashing curses, and some raising huge axes and guillotines.

Hoffa snapped his fingers, and the fire, the black arrows, the curses, the axes, the hooks, and even the great castle of fingers all stopped in the air, completely still. High in the air, Hoffa lightly stepped on the axe and somersaulted to the tip of his fingers, followed by a heavy step. A stationary finger shattered one, and the fragments remained in the air.

With a huge reaction force, Hoffa turned into a meteor, and in the process of galloping, he turned into the form of a pure gold immortal bird, pulled out the last knight's sword, and flashed through the air.

During the flight, the green scepter held up on the statue of Salazar Slytherin was shattered by a sword.

Crystalline green shards flew, time resumed its flow, and massive finger shards and scepter shards rumbled from the sky to the ground.

Sylby stared blankly at the debris on the ground.

The Golden Birdman slowly turned around, walked to the side of the wheelchair, stretched out an arm with golden light, and lifted the bald cripple aloft.

"That's it, Sylbie. "The birdman made a sound of gold and iron.

The Golden Birdman was three meters tall, and Sylby in his hand was like a rag doll, but after the rag doll was stunned for a moment, he laughed out loud.

"Hahahahahahaha~hahaha~"

Sylby laughed, and the more he laughed, the more grim Hofa's expression became.

Sylby: "I have to admit, Hoffa, you're the strongest shapeshifter I've ever met, and probably the strongest shapeshifter of all time. But don't you remember the things in the dream anymore? Do you remember the world we reached together, the world that was so equal, that you don't want to go to that place anymore, aren't you a legend?"

"Sylby, you don't have to provoke me with words. Hoffa tilted his head and spread his hands: "Yes, that's the past I don't want to recall, but people grow up." The more I grow up, the more I feel the hollowness beneath the beautiful exterior of some things. Those empires that can't stand the test, those ideas that have been worn out by time, those rules that have been washed away by emotion, hum, equality? Who wants to be equal to you?

Now, I just want to live as I want.

Right now.

I don't want to be a legend, I just want to meet her. ”

With that, he threw Sylby high, and the blade of his sword swept over, and Sylbi's head was slashed in two. Sylby's rag-like body fell to the ground, dry blood slowly crawling to Hoffa's feet.

Hoffa looked at the fragments at his feet, his sword unmoving, he was quietly waiting, waiting for his fate to come.

Sure enough, after a while, the split head at his feet showed a strange smile.

"What's the use, brother, you've been to so much of my territory and seen so many strange dream fragments, don't you know that those fragment heads are right behind you? ”

Hofa was expressionless, turned slowly, and looked up.

Huge and pure spiritual power rushed to the face, the nightmare god lay on the ground, its body had occupied the entire mountain of Durmstrang, such a huge body but light and weird, it poked out of the clouds, its spine connected the sky and the ground, its long hair danced slightly with the cold wind of the north.

It's different from all bad imitations.

Huge, terrifying, shocking but elegant gods were in front of them, four slender giant hands stretched out in front of Hoffa and Sylby, staying above their heads, wanting to touch but not daring to touch, like a perverted otaku admiring his delicate figures.

It opened countless pairs of sparkling eyes on its face at the same time, and in those huge and chaotic crazy eyes, there was actually a childlike innocence of curiosity, such a chaotic and contrasting expression blended, almost making people faint at a glance.

"You're going to stop me, as the core of my wand, you're going to help him?" asked Hoffa lightly.

The Nightmare God didn't answer, and brought the huge face to Hoffa's side, and the dense nose on his face popped out and sniffed wildly at Hoffa.

Lying on the ground, Sylby slumped lazily and shouted, "Hey, Nightmare God, I'm going to die!"

"Ah, yes, the breath of certainty, the breath of incomparably certain, I have never hated you like this moment" The nightmare god who sniffed Hoffa said sadly, "There is no uncertain part, there is still fun in the world, and there is still fun in living." ”

Hoffa looked at the Nightmare God silently and didn't say a word.

The god of nightmares floated up, opened his arms, and said in a gesture of embracing heaven and earth: "You know mine, Hoffa Bach! Sylby Spencer, you know mine. I like uncertain things, I don't know who will win between you, Hoffa's perfect body VS Sylby's perfect body, hahahaha, what an uncertainty, so."

The Nightmare God lowered his head, a mesmerizing smile on his hideous and unpredictable face: "I want to take a look." ”

(End of chapter)