Hoffa could no longer remember how he had returned to the fire in a daze, and at this moment, he had been enveloped in the great cold and loneliness of Siberia, and he had never faced such loneliness as he had ever been.

Miller left him, and the reason for leaving him was simple. He never belonged to Hoffa, he belonged to Miranda, he was Miranda's power. Now, he's back where he was born.

And what makes Hoffa more painful than Miller's departure is the huge sadness and self-blame in his heart at this moment. No matter how much he missed Aglaia, no matter how much he wanted to go back fifty years later, but at this moment, all he could think about was the girl behind the tree who was only a stone's throw away from him.

Before you know it, have you become such a person?

On the day he left Aglaia, he could never have imagined that things would have developed to this point.

There is no doubt that he hurt Miranda, he hurt Aglaia, and even himself. And the cause of the incident was just an inexplicable prophecy. Or maybe Hoffa rubbed his head vigorously, and he was so angry that he wanted to tore all the snow in Siberia.

Guilt, remorse, insecurity, sadness, these complex emotions filled his mind, making him feel that he had to breathe. He held out his finger and aimed it at his head.

There was a bustling sound around him.

It was the woman who had been possessed by Miller, and she had now awakened. He was looking blankly at the thick snow at hand.

That expression reminded Hoffa that he had just woken up, that he had come here, and that he couldn't pronounce it anyway. He slowly lowered his finger and asked, "Are you alright?"

The simple question startled the woman lying on the ground and suddenly got to her feet, and then she watched as Hoffa screamed with a hellish expression.

Her memories are still in the sight of Hoffa's time in New York stunted her with a suitcase. At this moment, she is inexplicably in this strange and cold place, wearing an unfamiliar military coat, surrounded by vast white snow. This situation is enough to make a normal person crazy.

"Ahh

She screamed blindly, kicking her legs back.

After Miller left, the woman lost all familiarity and became only strange. Her presence could not alleviate that great loneliness.

Hoffa didn't bother to comfort the stranger, he took all the dollars from his pocket, threw them on the snow, waved his hand, and motioned for her to get out of the way.

The woman didn't even take the money, and left the fire screaming. She hadn't run a few steps before she turned back, picked up the money from the snow and put it in her pocket, and stumbled off into the distance. This time, she never looked back until her figure disappeared completely.

Hoffa had been sitting on the edge of the snow and watching the vanishing flames, he didn't know how to face this torn heart, he couldn't bear to betray Aglaia, and he couldn't bear the sadness he felt when he faced Miranda.

But how to solve it?

He didn't know.

An owl fluttered down on his shoulder and stretched out its legs.

Hoffa was slightly stunned, then took the letter from the owl's leg and slowly unfolded it.

"Hoffa, I have received your letter, and I applaud you for your swift movements. Now, please rush to Durmstrang at once, find Principal Urigin, and ask them to step up the fortifications of Durmstrang at all costs, Beauxbatons has already had an accident, and Durmstrang can't have another accident. And then there's Ossivia Romanova, who is also working at Durmstrang now, and if you have any questions, you can ask her for help - Albus Dumbledore

Dumbledore's letter was short, but it was carefully written.

On the back of the letter, a small map slowly emerged, showing his current location on the ground and Durmstrang at the other end, a place quite far from where he was, close to the junction of the Black Sea and the Gulf of Aden.

Hoffa glanced at the owl, which was already flapping its wings and flying.

It's very fast, far more than the average owl. Hoffa thought to himself, he had delivered Dumbledore's letter so quickly. However, it was just in time, he was in great pain from Miller's departure and the tearing of his heart, and Dumbledore's letter briefly diverted his attention.

There's nothing better than work.

Hoffa thought to himself, if it weren't for that hectic work, he didn't know how he managed to survive the nightmare for decades. And that amnesia seems to have come quietly in the nightmare after a heavy work vacation.

If he could, Hoffa would never want to experience the pain of paralyzing his mind with work, and if he could, he really wanted to enjoy his life like a normal person, even if he was tired, even if he was poor, he would not be able to live in peace like this.

Only now, he can't do it.

Not that condition.

Picking up the letter, Hoffa followed the location on the map and ran away non-stop.

Miranda also came to the Far East, to the Soviet Union, which means that Sylby also came here. Time may not be running out for him, and if Sylby wants to destroy Durmstrang in the same way that Beauxbatons destroys, I'm afraid it will be only two days. Whether it's bringing Miranda back or keeping the timeline intact, Sylby must be killed.

After a day and a night of wandering, Hoffa found himself in a fjord near the Black Sea, far more sparsely populated than Hogwarts, crisscrossed by lakes and rivers. The white snow-capped mountains are layered on top of each other, and there is no human population at all.

Fortunately, the arrows in the map were extremely accurate, constantly taking him around left and right, through one small road after another, and trekking all the way through the deep snowy mountains. Finally, in the evening of the third day, Hoffa followed the map to the city wall on a cliff.

There is no doubt that this is the legendary Durmstrang, which does not seem to be much different from Hogwarts in appearance, but its building height is not as high as that of Hogwarts, perhaps because Durmstrang does not have the same tower-loving house as Ravenclaw. Add to that the cliffs and snow, and it feels even steeper and colder.

Hoffa followed the cliff castle to the foot of a hill, where a deep iron gate was embedded with the head of an iron bear.

Hoffa knocked heavily on the big iron door a few times. He was so powerful that the snow on the mountain fell straight down as he pounded the bear's head.

However, after a long time, no one came to open the door to Hoffa.

There was silence outside Durmstrang's school gates, with neither anyone nor students. Except for snow and pine trees, there are only stones and rivers. Others, nothing. There was only the howling north wind and snowflakes in the air, and the silence was terrifying.

Hoffa had a bad premonition in his heart, could it be that he was a step too late?

Or is Durmstrang ruined?

"Knock knock!"

He slammed on Durmstrang's door a few more times, this time with more force, and a heavy knock echoed throughout the valley, and snowflakes fell from the coniferous forests around him.

However, there was still no one to open the door to Hofa, which made Hofa immediately start to feel uneasy, such a loud voice, there was no reason not to hear it, if there was someone in Durmstram, there would definitely be a response.

Thinking of Hogwarts, which is now desolate, and thinking of the former Ossivia, Hofa became worried. He didn't hesitate, he flew up with his wings on his back, and flew above the castle, and above Durmstrand, there seemed to be an inexplicable snow fog that made him unable to see the true face of the castle.

Hoffa folded his wings and fell from the snow and mist, landing in the cliffs of the Academy of Magic, which was even sharper and steeper than Hoffa had thought. The spires snapped above the ground in a strange arc like fingers. Statues stand like guards in the wind and snow, as if waiting for visitors.

"Is anyone there?" called Hoffa from the snowy courtyard.

No one answered.

The bad feeling in Hofa's heart grew stronger, could it be that he was really late? If so, could it be that even Sister Ossivia thought of the school leaders in Beauxbatons who were killed by the torrent of time and did not even have scum left, Hofa's heart hung high, and he would never want to see such a miserable scene again.

Hoffa felt as if someone was watching him, his spirit was very sensitive, just for a moment, Hoffa was aware of it, and he shouted: "Who is it, come out!"

No one responded.

Hoffa immediately drew his cross sword, and with a big jump, he crossed more than ten meters to the place where the peeping sensation occurred. There is a towering statue of a half-aged head, caressing the head of a snake in one hand and holding a scepter in the other, staring into the distance.

Hoffa circled around the statue, and saw no human figure, but a row of words carved on the base of the statue.

"Power -—— supreme. 』

"And I am destined to have it. 』

——

Salazar Slytherin.

Looking at this statue, Hoffa frowned slightly, he didn't expect that the reality outside the illusion, in Durmstrang in the Far East, could also see Salazar's statue.

But if you look around, Hoffa will understand. There are many different statues of wizards on all sides, with different inscriptions under different statues. It reminded him of the portraits of great men hanging on the walls of Muggle schools, as well as the aphorisms.

It's just that where did that sense of peeping come from?

Thinking of this, he felt a peep again, this time coming from the inside of the hand-shaped castle. He made another big jump, straight through the glass on the wall of Durmstrang School, landed inside the school building, and shouted, "Who? Is anyone there! This is an envoy from Hogwarts!"

No one answered Hoffa's question.

Suddenly, there was a soft click.

An open window closed abruptly without any control.

Hoffa spun awkward, and then a succession was heard.

Click

Click

Click

Click

Click

Click

In just one second, all the visible doors were closed, and even on the iron door behind him, there were countless bolts and deadbolts in an instant. Seal the exit completely.

There is no doubt that this is magic, quite powerful magic.

The good news is that the magic of this school has not gone away, which means that Sylby did not come here with the god of nightmares. The bad news is that no one came out to greet Hoffa, but he was firmly enclosed in the castle.

Not knowing what Durmstran's men were trying to do, Hoffa raised his crosssword and held it high in front of him in a defensive stance.

With his solemn breathing, a light appeared in the dark castle. I saw one after another transparent levitating matter slowly floating out of the bear's head tapestry on the wall.

Slow but elegant.

Huo Fei looked at it, it turned out to be a jellyfish?

Watching dozens of transparent giant jellyfish float out of the depths of Durmstran's castle and into the hall and surround him, Hoffa couldn't help but swallow his saliva, which was a little too weird.

Suddenly, with the sound of breaking through the sky, Hoffa's eyes froze, and he immediately jumped high, accompanied by a loud clang of gold and iron.

A dense row of a dozen huge spikes swept past where he had just stood, and the speed was amazing.

Then, Hoffa landed, and before he could stand firmly, the ground suddenly cracked. Years of combat experience led Hoffa to immediately plunge the cross sword into the gap, and he lay on the cross sword to prevent his own fall.

In the sky, the dozen or so floating giant jellyfish stretched out their tentacles and began to discharge at the same time, and those currents formed a dense power grid that covered Hoffa from high in the sky.

With the electric light, Hoffa saw the huge hole beneath him.

In the pit, there was a huge iron urn, and Weng Zhong was stuffed with the heads of three giants, the skin of the giant's head was rotten, the stench was unbearable, and the mouth was full of thick green liquid. At first glance, it is highly poisonous.

It's a trap!

Or a black magic trap!

Hoffa's face changed, he didn't dare to slack off, he drew his cross sword and the ghost wandered away. Since the gate behind him was blocked, he had recently quickly run towards the castle, and if there was magic, someone would release it, and he wanted to find the person who released it.

But as soon as he walked up the stairs, more than a dozen hidden black arrows blew from the stairs, enveloping the hall. Even though it was only for a moment, even though Hoffa was still on the ghost walk, untouched by the black arrow, he was still shocked into a cold sweat.

It's a curse.

After a few seconds of slowing down, he quickly ran towards the place where the black arrow had flown from. But when he came to the location where the black arrow was shot, he found that it was not the wizard who shot the black arrow, but several sets of heavy armor.

At this point, ten seconds passed, and the first wave of ghost walks ended.

The moment Hoffa appeared, the armor immediately turned around. And on the dome of the tower, a dozen giant guillotines fell quickly. Hofa didn't dare to raise his head to re-enter the ghost walk, and rolled several times in a row to dodge the terrifying guillotine and dense black arrows.

At this moment, Hoffa still did not see a person in this castle, he was covered in cold sweat, he did not dare to stay by the armor for long, he ran all the way forward along the dark corridor.

As he ran, he felt a little soft under his feet. Looking down again, good fellow, the ground was boiling at some point, turning into magma with a pungent smell of sulfur.

Hoffa almost cursed as he entered the place. Never out of the trap, he spread his wings and flew quickly. But as soon as he flew up, more than a dozen huge red faces appeared on the roof, on the ground, on the walls, and at the end of the corridor.

Those faces opened their mouths at the same time, and thick and hot fire erupted from the mouth of the iron face, filling every corner of the building!

(End of chapter)