Only pure goals are the only truth.

Her words reached Hoffa's ears anyway, but he didn't know how to respond.

At this moment, it was as if he was suddenly in a gravityless, matterless vacuum. All around him was blinding white light, making him unable to see anything.

He didn't know where his entity was, he didn't know where he was, he didn't even feel anything existing, it was weird and confusing.

The unknown experience made Hoffa panic a little, but he immediately thought of what the masked man had said to him, that only the goal was the only truth.

His goal is the Transfiguration Charm.

Illusion Charm.

As soon as this thought arose, the white light around him immediately sensed it.

One of the white rays of light detached from the surroundings and merged with Hoffa.

Disillusionment

A few esoteric and complex syllables came into his mind, and before he could carefully discern the meaning of the incantation.

The surrounding white light suddenly began to materialize, and gravity and matter began to appear.

Gradually, the white light dissipated, and the surrounding scenery began to appear.

......

......

Clang!

Clang!

The sound of church bells mixed with the fluttering of birds reached Hoffa's ears. There was a lot of noise around them, and wooden wheels gurgled and turned.

The world in front of me gradually became clear.

Once he became familiar with his surroundings, he found that he wasn't in the original dimly lit basement at all, and he wasn't even at Hogwarts.

Hoffa is now standing on a busy street.

It was a sunny morning when the sky was cloudless, and from time to time there was one of those black carriages pulled by four horses galloping by, and the old-fashioned kerosene lamps on the carriages tinkled to the sound of the clanging sounds.

The last time Hoffa had seen such a carriage was when he had seen pirates of the Caribbean in his previous life.

The people around were wearing black high-brimmed hats, suits, and pocket watches, and there were women in Victorian costumes, dressed in exaggerated but old-fashioned pleated skirts, carrying baskets and walking up and down the street, like servants or cooks.

These cooks and coachmen are surrounded by towering villas, with high foyers and imposing gates, round arched windows and corner stones.

The intricate inscriptions on the doorposts and window eaves, coupled with the tall spires of the church in the distance. This is not 1938 at all. To say that it was 1839 or earlier, Hoffa would almost be able to believe it.

Looking closer, Hoffa found that the body was not his own.

He was now dressed in a dirty gray robe, with a colorful feather necklace around his neck and a string of bone beads around his wrist. Dressed as a shaman.

And most importantly, he became a black man...... Like a black wizard who was sold to Europe by the slave trade.

At this scene, Hoffa was stunned.

He tried to move, but he couldn't.

The black wizard stood on the corner of the street, in the shadows under a tavern wooden sign.

As if waiting for something.

At this moment, an old man dressed in good clothes came out of the villa across the street, and several grooms hurriedly opened the door for him.

After getting into the car, the carriage grunted away.

At the moment when the carriage left, "Hoffa" moved, completely uncontrollably.

It is as if this black man has two souls living in his body, one is himself and the other is the original owner.

Hoffa knows a little more about the current situation, and this perspective is like playing a first-person shooter and switching to the perspective of a teammate when he dies.

It's just that everything he has experienced should be the memory of this black wizard.

The black man hurried around the corner to a villa, and when he looked up at the reliefs on the high part of the mansion, his eyes turned to an alley on the side of the street.

Then, seeing that there was no one around, he immediately climbed the relief of the villa and quickly climbed to a high place. Very agile.

Leaning on the eaves, the black wizard pulled out his wand (a weirdly curved wand that resembled an iron hook). Clicked the window.

"Alajo Cave opens. ”

The window slammed open.

The black man did not hesitate to get in, and Hoffa, who was watching all this, knew. This guy is a thief...... A thief among wizards.

There are many items that look very valuable at first glance, such as gorgeous gold watches and fine porcelain from the fireplace.

Even on the floor of the room, there was a European beauty who did not care about it. She was surrounded by fine silks and scattered empty wine bottles.

She was sleeping soundly.

This is supposed to be the mistress of the old man who had just gotten into the carriage, and they had been playing sex here.

But the black wizard didn't even look at these things, whether they were people or property, and he quickly rummaged around, as if he was looking for something more important.

Hoffa stopped paying attention after looking at the woman twice, although the woman is good-looking, it is not unusual for Hoffa who has experienced the 21st century.

He is more concerned about the current situation.

No doubt. The scroll that the masked man in the school opened for himself was a prop like Tom Riddle's diary or a meditation pot.

It records what really happened, and then allows itself to witness it, in order to convey some kind of message to itself.

However, what does this have to do with his own pursuit of the Illusion Charm?

The black man searched for a long time, but he did not find what he was looking for.

Finally, he drew his wand and lit it up in the air. Bookshelves, porcelain, floors, and even the women on the floor did not spare.

Suddenly, as his wand touched a marble globe, the globe spun around. The black wizard immediately put away his wand and lay down on the globe to study it carefully for a while.

Finally, he flicked it hard, and the globe clicked.

Suddenly there was a rumbling sound on the sumptuous mahogany floor.

It's a trap and a secret door!

The secret door was pitch black and bottomless, and seemed to lead to an unknown area.

The wine-obsessed woman on the floor began to slowly wake up due to the sound of the door opening, but the black wizard did not pay attention, and he seemed a little excited.

He walked briskly to the secret door. The wand was lit, but just as the wand was lit.

Mutter!

A low roar came from the dark tunnels.

A feeling of extreme danger arises.

It's weird, this feeling comes directly from Hoffa's heart, as if he is a black wizard. He didn't know what was going on, he only subconsciously wanted to retreat.

At this moment, the control of the black wizard's body came to Hoffa's hands, and he took a step back.

That's it.

The gas engine was locked in an instant.

Then, a huge scarlet tongue nearly five meters long shot out of the darkness, directly penetrating the black wizard's chest, which was also Hofa's chest.

A great pain of great and real nature swept over Hoffa's mind, and it was not fake!

He was pierced in the chest!

Grunt blood gushed out.

Black wizard, no, Hoffa fell to the ground.

There was a woman's frightened scream in her ears, the sound of a wine bottle shattering, and it was pitch black in front of her eyes.

Hoffa didn't have time to think, he only had time to exhale, and then died instantly.

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......

It could be a second, or it could be a century.

Clang!

Clang!

The sound of church bells mixed with the fluttering of birds reached Hoffa's ears, and the people around him talked, and the wheels turned.

Hoffa woke up from the pain.

In front of me, there is still a busy street, and the sun is shining in the morning.

The driver of the black carriage clattered past him, and the kerosene lamps of the carriage tinkled and tinkled. The early riser on the side haggled for vegetables at the wooden stall on the street with a basket on his shoulder.

It's a calm day-to-day scene.

Hoffa was stunned, what's going on?

The scene of the inexplicable death just now is still vivid, the feeling of weakness flowing from the blood flowing from the chest is so real, and the despair brought by the pain still makes his chest clogged.

He wanted to breathe, but found he couldn't.

Because the control of the black man's body was no longer his own, 'he' stood under the wooden sign of the tavern again, and looked around with gloomy eyes.

Something that made him even more desperate happened, at the door of the luxurious villa in front of him. A pot-bellied old man pushed the door open, dressed like a Muggle MP, with a hangover teal on his face and the displeasure of waking up early to work.

He then got into the car, closed the door, and the carriage left.

As the old man left, the black wizard moved. He walked down the alley. It's exactly the same as before.

Damn it!

Hoffa wanted to stop it, but how could a completely disembodied being prevent this guy from dying, Hoffa didn't know.

Inside the alley, the black wizard reached out and grabbed the bulge of the Roman column, quickly climbing to the heights. Hoffa was in a hurry, he couldn't speak, he couldn't move, he could only watch.

"Alajo Cave opens. The black man took out his wand and opened the window again.

The wizard jumped into the room, and the room was the same as before, with scattered wine bottles, beautiful women, and even the saliva on the corners of his mouth......

The black wizard finds the globe and opens the tunnel.

A low roar returned.

That's right, in this moment.

Control was in Hoffa's hands.

"I'm cao!"

After a national scolding, Hoffa subconsciously ran away, trying to jump out of the window, he didn't want to experience another heart-piercing pain.

However, it backfired.

The thick red tongue still pierced through the dark tunnel, and in an instant it caught up with Hoffa, nailing him to the windowsill with lightning speed.

The screams of the woman, the sound of the bottle shattering, slowly faded away.

GG。

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Clang!

Clang!

The church bells rang again, and Hoffa returned to where he started.

The streets are still full of traffic.

Cheerful chatting chefs.

The coachman with a hurried look.

Hoffa didn't react much for a moment.

As the bed-like old councillor stepped into the carriage unhappily, the black wizard decisively and resolutely stepped into the shadow of death with Hoffa.

"Damn!"

Hoffa completely understood now, and he wanted to scold his mother angrily.

It's a real motion game!

Damn the 21st century, people haven't developed anything, these wizards are good, they invented it in 1938.

There is no doubt that you will gain control for about 3 seconds or so during the whole scene flow.

And within 3 seconds, you must make the right reaction and choice to change death. Otherwise, you will experience the pain of death again and again.

The masked man said that she was responsible for the consequences, what kind of magic props she used for herself, and Riddle's diary in the original book didn't have this effect.

Also, what kind of madman is raising a huge magical creature in the villa, what exactly is this black wizard trying to steal? Is the real one in history dead or alive in the end......

But this series of questions went unanswered.

As the black wizard climbed up to the villa, open the windowsill. After entering the room and dealing with the mechanism, control was once again in Hoffa's hands.

Life and death are instantaneous.

A low roar rang out in the dark passages.

Hoffa was not a fool, and he immediately thought of the spell that reminded him of himself in the white light, and that inexplicable voice reminded him -----Disillusionment.

The feeling of danger made his scalp blow up, but this time, Hoffa didn't choose to run away, he directly manipulated the black wizard to draw his wand.

"Disler Falcon!"

At this moment, the magic energy flowed out of the wand and began to flow through Hoffa's body, as if a basin of cold water was flowing down his head.

Hoffa's figure began to blur, and the spell was the Phantom Spell.

But unfortunately, Huo Fa, who used the Illusion Charm for the first time, was not proficient, and many syllables and movements were not standard.

He didn't really sneak up, he just blurred his body.

But the red tongue seemed to be affected by the magic, and it staggered its direction, piercing directly through Hoffa's left ribs and penetrating Hofa's lungs and stomach.

After a second, the tongue that came out of the lungs retracted like lightning.

This time it hurts!!

Hofa burst into tears, and he gasped and fell to his knees. Instinctively covering the big hole in his chest, ho ho panting heavily, like a broken gong, stomach acid is seeping into his chest, he will die of suffocation and poisoning. It's more painful than just dying......

Nearby, the woman howled and threw everything she could see at Hoffa.

Subsequently, in a gradually blurred line of sight.

He saw a huge lizard crawling out of the darkness of the corridor, its head the size of a car, three bulging eyes, and its body covered with upside-down scales, like a cold chameleon.

In the next second, the lizard opened its jaw, curled its tongue, and dragged Hoffa into the huge mouth full of sharp teeth.......