In the twilight of the setting sun, Hoffa, dressed in a hunting suit, rode on the back of a gray horse, pulled the reins in one hand and held a cross sword in the other, and slowly walked along the cobblestone road in the suburbs towards the city of London.

I have to say that among the many outfits he has changed into since he woke up, only this hunting suit is the most to his liking. It was so snug that it was born for him.

Fluttering.

The sound of wings flapping in the sky.

Hoffa looked up and saw a chestnut owl flying towards him in the dense forest at dusk, and it landed impartially on Hoffa's shoulder, standing on one foot and sticking out the other. On its black horned claws, a roll of parchment is tied.

It's an owl letter.

Hoffa dropped the reins and removed the parchment and untied it.

On the parchment was written in long, thin handwriting: "Hurry to Hogsmeade, where Aberforth will meet you." He has important work to do for you, all carefully. ”

The handwriting is unsigned, but Hoffa can see its owner at a glance.

It was a letter from Dumbledore.

Hoffa said to the owl, "I will return to Hogsmeade at once. ”

The owl cooed twice, leaped over Hoffa's shoulder, and disappeared into the twilight sunset.

Hoffa put away the parchment, he tried it, and found that his mana level was still very low, and he didn't support the use of illusion shifting at a very long distance.

He sighed slightly, and touched the mane of the gray horse beneath him. The gray horse sensed something and snorted excitedly.

"I'm going to work hard for you. He said.

In the twilight of the woods, Hoffa turned his horse's head and galloped away in one direction.

The warm wind of dusk blew on his face, and with the power of the horses under his crotch, the scenery on both sides of the road quickly retreated. He could feel that something was waking up in his heart, but it was going on, albeit to a small extent.

For the next three days, he slept with the gray horse under his crotch, and galloped along the railroad that Miranda had taken him all the way to Hogsmeade. Three days later, Hoffa had returned to Hogsmeade, and unlike the last time he had been here, barbed wire had been pulled up everywhere.

Broken vehicles and equipment were piled up on both sides of the barbed wire, and two Squib soldiers were sitting on ammunition boxes resting and smoking. Hearing the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, they sat up in shock, came to the road with machine guns in hand, raised their guns and shouted in front of them: "Hey, where are the cowboys? ”

When Hoffa saw them, he subconsciously wanted to stop, but the gray horse didn't mean it, these days were the most fun it had since its birth to the present, and it was already a little high. I saw it leap past the two soldiers like lightning, and the two soldiers were frightened and raised their guns and were about to open fire. However, with the cold light of the blade of the cross sword, the barrel of the Squib soldier suddenly fell silent.

More than ten meters away from the landing, Hoffa pulled the reins and turned the horse's head with a sharp brake.

I saw two sentry squib soldiers stumbling back with their arms covered, and in the retreat, the machine gun and arm fell to the ground in turn. Blood poured out quickly, staining the ground, and they screamed and screamed.

Hoffa looked at the cross sword given by the last knight, the cold light on the blade flickering, and there was not a trace of blood. He couldn't help but be amazed, the sharpness of this sword was far beyond his imagination, and the moment the blade slashed, he didn't feel the slightest hindrance.

Hoffa didn't care about the fate of the Squib Soldier, he was ready to realize at this moment, and similarly, those who wanted to stand in front of him had to be enlightened.

He turned his horse's head around again and galloped along the muddy dirt road, which was the gray horse's favorite condition, and the muscles of his body were like waves, and his saliva was drooling with excitement.

The screams of the soldiers immediately attracted a large number of reinforcements, and with the crackling of internal combustion engines, more than a dozen military motorcycles rushed out of both sides of the road, they set up their weapons, and began to shoot wildly at Hoffa.

Hofa blinked his eyes, and the yellow and green grass in front of him suddenly turned gray and white, and a whistling shadow rushed over his head, and he disappeared into the real world with the gray horse under his crotch, thousands of bullets falling into the air. The squib soldiers on motorcycles shouted: "Where are the people! Where have the people gone!?"

In the gray and flowing shadow world, Hoffa raised his sword expressionlessly, and in the moment of crossing, the gray horse reappeared in the real world, a soldier driving a motorcycle and the machine gunner next to him were stabbed in two, and the out-of-control motorcycle rumbled into the barbed wire with a bang, and the tires continued to roll.

The rest of the soldiers didn't even react, and by the time they did, and when they resumed firing, the eerie gray horse was gone.

"Damn the wizard!Who can find him!?"

A man who looked like a non-commissioned officer shouted from the car body.

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes went dark, and the disappeared gray horse appeared directly above his head, and a young man straddled the horse, bowing his head and raising his sword.

"Fire!!"

The non-commissioned officer shouted.

The young man's indifferent eyes only flickered, and then, the non-commissioned officer could see nothing, his eyes were pierced, and then, with almost frantic fire suppression, the non-commissioned officer himself and his motorcycle were smashed into a sieve by stray bullets.

But the gray horse disappeared again in the process of falling, and it took less than a second from appearance to disappearance. The bullet passed through where it disappeared and even wounded other soldiers outside the encirclement.

At this moment, the mood of the soldiers changed, and they changed from an offensive posture to a defensive posture, and they stopped their motorcycles one after another to defend themselves back to back. But that didn't make much sense to Hoffa.

He only intermittently entered and exited the ghost walk, each time provoking a bloody storm.

After a few rounds, there was a large number of soldiers lying on the ground, and those soldiers did not even touch the corners of his clothes.

After five or six flashes in a row, Hofa's magic gradually wore off, and he had to hold on to the reins, stop the gray horse, and stand on the muddy dirt road, silently watching the large group of panicked soldiers in front of him, until now, the cross sword in his hand still had no blood at all.

The soldier looked ahead, and the tall gray horse snorted excitedly on the ground. And the black-haired boy sat on horseback and swayed slightly, he was dressed in an old black hunting suit, and carried a silver crosssword, like a knight from a medieval oil painting.

After a moment of confrontation between one person and a hundred people, I don't know who shouted.

"It's Hofabach!'s Zero!!He's back!!"

A simple sentence seems to have some magic, and the transition from anger to panic is a matter of moments. When the fear quickly spread through the crowd, they started their motorcycles like crazy and ran in all directions.

Hoffa gradually realized that some of these Squib soldiers were originally wizards, but they were reduced to Squibs in this wave of loss of magic, and they remembered him, and some of them might be former students of Hogwarts, or even his seniors or classmates.

However, this did not make Hoffa sympathize with the scattered soldiers in front of him, on the contrary, his eyes were cold, and he caught up with the group of soldiers on his prancing horse, his sword falling in his hand, and the blood danced wildly.

During the flight, more and more motorcycles were wrecked, and more and more soldiers fell to the ground and died. "Smoke!!" someone shouted, "Stop him, stop him!!"

The soldier threw a flaming smoke grenade, and billowing smoke rose from all sides, quickly obscuring Hoffa's vision. The smoke was trickier than bullets, making it impossible for him to see where the enemy was.

"Get your new weapon out!!"

In the smoke, someone was shouting, "Kill him!!"

With shouts, there was the sound of heavy chains falling to the ground, and the ground trembled slightly. Something seemed to be happening in the thick fog, and the screams of the soldiers were incessant, but at a certain moment, the screams stopped abruptly.

At this point, some bad premonitions rose in Hoffa's heart. He resolutely turned over and jumped off the gray horse, slashed the cross sword against the gray horse's cheek, and the chew and rope broke in response, and he patted the horse's buttocks. The gray horse ran away with his hooves and quickly disappeared into the smoke.

Leaving his mount, Hoffa stood alone in the smoke, carefully discerning the movements around him, the shaking of the ground getting heavier and heavier.

The smoke released by the soldier was sucked up by something, and then sprayed out by something. As soon as he exhaled and breathed, something was smashed out of the fog, and Hoffa immediately flashed sideways, and the "cannonball" flew against his body, hitting the wreckage of the tank behind him, making a crunch and turning into a pile of bloody mud.

It turned out to be a soldier who was thrown out.

Hoffa arched his back, his eyes solemn.

In the thick fog, a rickety and huge figure slowly appeared.

It turned out to be a giant, a giant in armor and armed with a giant cannon. He was at least eight meters tall, and the barrels in his hands were five or six meters long, more than two longer than the barrels of a tank. Strings of cannonballs hung from his chest, and the dense and heavy turret pressed against his back, making him look like a walking humanoid turret.

Unexpectedly, those Squib soldiers actually fused Muggle technology and giants, and it seemed that the threat level was far more terrifying than that of an ordinary giant. Hoffa raised his crosssword, made a defensive stance, and slid slowly.

But the giant did not move, and he slowly sat up from his knees with his arms propped up, and stared at Hoffa with his hands on the ground. Saliva flowed down its teeth like a waterfall, wetting the ground in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa was very upset by the guy, and the giant looked at him with the eyes of food, could it be that he was a prey that could be preyed?

The giant didn't move, and neither did Hoffa, and the two of them were in a stalemate for a few breaths, and there was silence all around, and the Squib soldiers seemed to be hiding, only the thick fog still rose aimlessly from the corner, not caring at all what was happening on the ground.

Rustle.

A slight rustle fell into Hoffa's ears, and he glanced and noticed that the giant's fingers were crawling. Like a nimble spider, it crawled onto the abandoned tank barrel on the side, and its movements were so stealthy.

With just a snap of his eyes, Hoffa fell straight back, and the moment he fell to the snow, a dark green phantom floated past his face, almost grazing the bridge of his nose.

The phantom flickered by, and the wind suddenly came, ruffling Hoffa's hair, without even giving him a chance to observe.

As soon as Hoffa fell, he propped himself up with his palms on the ground, and with the strength of his arms, he rolled backwards and retreated continuously.

As soon as he took a few steps back, the dark green phantom actually fell from the sky and smashed into the ground with a muffled thunderous sound. The dirt on the ground was shaken high by the giant's smash, and even Hoffa's feet were shaken off the ground in an instant.

Roar!!

The giant holds the barrel of a tank and uses it as its most primitive weapon. Roaring madly.

This was followed by a storm of crits, and a giant whack-a-mole smashed the ground with the barrel of a tank's gun.

The end of the most recent smash was only three inches away from Hoffa, and it was fair to say that he had escaped the smash. Hoffati kept retreating and didn't take the initiative. At the moment, his magic power was not abundant, and the only magic power had to be used on the blade, and he watched the opportunity.

(End of chapter)