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The rain was pouring over the land, and the rain crackled against the glass.

In Nicolame's house, Barty Crouch Jr. kept moving around the living room, like a hamster running wild in a drum, in an infinite loop.

With each turn, he turned his gaze to the boy leaning on the sofa, but the bald head only had a gloomy face, and he didn't mean to pay any attention to him.

Hoffa sat on the couch with a newspaper in his hand. In the newspapers, the headline "Horror at the Quidditch World Cup" was so eye-catching, alongside a glittering black-and-white photograph of the Black Devil mark hanging from the treetops.

At the back of the photo, a series of events that happened after the Quidditch World Cup final are recorded, and the contradictions are all directed at the "mystery man". "Nobody was thinking about Grindelwald at all, and no one even mentioned that someone was missing.

This made him puzzled, could it be that the people in the Ministry of Magic were all blind, and they couldn't see that so many people were missing, didn't the relatives of the missing go to the Ministry of Magic to report the crime, what happened to this world?

Goo-goo......

In the basement of the house, there was the sound of medicine boiling, and then a strong smell of medicine filled the room.

Barty Crouch Jr. finally stopped, rubbing his hands together and looking at the basement expectantly.

A moment later, Nicol Lemay emerged from the basement with several plates and tubes of blue potions.

"What did the Ministry of Magic say?"

He came to Hoffa with a plate.

"All the attention was on Voldemort, there were no reports of missing people, not even any explanations. These guys are too vegetarian. Hoffa looked at the newspaper with a blank face.

Nicolame: "Cornelius Fudge was not a wise wizard in the first place, and all his attention was on his place and he didn't make a scandal during his tenure. Besides, even if you have to report a missing person, it may take a week before you are missing. ”

Hoffa put down the newspaper with a frown, he always felt that things were not so simple. Grindelwald, the guy hiding in the shadows, must have used some other trick to hide the news of his own massacre, but he still doesn't know.

Nicolemel took out a tube of potion from his plate and handed it to Hoffa: "This is a septic potion that can suppress the power of the blood clan in your body, and each sip can last for about an hour." ”

Hoffa put down the newspaper and picked up the vial in front of him, the blue substance in the bottle slowly swirled in the light of the fire, and there were some unknown golden crumbs in it, which was very beautiful.

"This thing is effective against the power of the Bloodline in your body, but you have to remember that when used during the day, it is like an antidote to you, it can help you regain your old magic, but at night, this thing is poison to you, and you must not drink it at night. ”

"I'm not stupid. ”

Hoffa muttered, opened the bottle and sniffed it, and suddenly, as if he had been pricked by a needle, his heart stirred and let out a silent protest. He frowned.

Nicolame: "I made it blueberry flavored, I don't know if you like it or not." ”

Hoffa silently put the potion in his pocket and stood up, "Ready, let's go find Voldemort." ”

"Master......" Little Barty on the side held his head, moaned, and almost fainted with excitement, "Master... I'm coming..."

"How do we get there,"

Nicol Lemay frowned and asked, "Are you still in a Muggle car?" First of all, I haven't been to Voldemort's territory, I haven't been, and I can't apparition in a place where I don't have an impression in my mind." ”

Hoffa's mouth was slightly open.

Nicolame sighed, "I say, Hoffa, aren't you going to apparate?"

"I don't ...... apparition"

Hoffa was a little embarrassed, he realized that he had been in the world of Harry Potter for so long, and he had not learned the art of apparition. Speaking of which, over the years, he has always been busy in completely different areas, rarely turning back, and for short distances, he doesn't need the ability to cause violent fluctuations in mana.

"Let's learn first," said Nicolame, "I'll teach you, and I'll take us straight to the cross-shape." ”

Chopping wood without sharpening his knife skills, Hofa immediately nodded and agreed. But little Barty, who was excited next to him, let out a painful moan, "Why can't even the phantom shift......"

"Shut up!"

Hoffa glared at him, "I'll see you later!"

Little Barty lowered his head weakly, his eyes flickered, and forced a smile, "What Mr. Bach said, what Mr. Bach said ......."

Nicol Lemay waved his wand and removed some of the furniture in the house, creating an open space on the fireside: "Apparition is an ancient wizarding technique, usually used for long-distance movement, and it is not difficult to release it, the most important thing is the goal, determination, and calmness!"

First of all, you must be very clear about the location in your mind, and the desire to go should be strong, and finally, don't be anxious, count well, one, two, three, and then calmly enter the shapeshift, understand?"

Hoffa nodded, he had heard of these things before, but he had never tried them.

"Step 1: Focus on your goals,"

Standing under a sculpture of a deer's head under the fireplace, Nicolamay said:

"Come on, try shapeshifting here first, there is not much difference between long distance and short distance, the only difference is magic. ”

Hoffa glanced at the fireplace, his eyes fixed on the small carpet under the deer's head, it was not difficult for him to concentrate, but during the day he had a headache, some could not concentrate, even if it was raining outside, he could feel the malice of the sun behind the clouds.

With a little effort, the headache intensified, followed by a fierce disgust and sleepiness, as if every cell in his body was clamoring to stop casting spells.

Nicol Lemay didn't notice Hoffa's delicate constipated expression, and when he saw Hoffa frowning, he shouted encouragingly, "Okay, one, two, three!

Syllable!

Accompanied by violent mana fluctuations.

Hoffa's perspective was short, and then he rolled around the floor several times, his cheeks were soft to the touch of a woolen carpet, and he heard little Barty laugh harshly.

"Oh ho ho ho ..... Oh ho ho ho ....."

He frowned, he wanted to look up but couldn't, he could only see a headless body standing on the ground three meters away, he was a little surprised, that body didn't shed much blood, and if he wanted, he could control its movement from a distance.

I saw that Hoffa's head fell to the ground, and the headless body in the distance actually raised its arm.

Syllable!!

As Nicol Lemay raised his wand, a thick purple smoke flashed, and Hoffa's perspective rose again, and by the time he regained his normal vision, he was fully regained and his head was still resting on his neck.

Nicol Lemay slowly put down his wand, a little confused: "How can it be separated, it is said that a wizard of your level should not make such a low-level mistake." ”

"It's okay if your head falls off!?"

Hoffa touched his neck, which was so tight and seamless that he couldn't see the slightest sign of his head falling off, and he didn't feel much pain. It's just that I feel like my muscles are a little twisted.

This made him a little curious and a little afraid, just now his head and body were separated, and this phantom transformation was even more dangerous than he imagined.

"The brief separation didn't make a difference. Nicolame frowned and said: "Phantom shifting distorts space, not your body, if you don't exceed a certain tipping point, your head is still on your body after unlocking this distortion, but once you exceed a certain tipping point, you may really die." ”

After a pause, he still scratched puzzled, "However, it stands to reason that the spiritual power of the shapeshifter far exceeds that of ordinary wizards, and the illusion transformation should not be difficult for you." ”

"Yes," Huo Fa moved his neck, and said helplessly, "I'm still a little difficult during the day, not to mention the illusion shift, maybe even the transfiguration technique is a little reluctant." ”

"I see!"

Nicolame patted himself on the head, "Look at my memory, this is not just right, you come and try the septic potion." ”

Hoffa took out the blue septic potion from his waist, pulled the stopper, frowned and swallowed.

Nicolame did add blueberry flavors to it, but that didn't alleviate some of his instinctive aversion to the potion.

In one gulp, it was as if I had drunk some kind of viscous oil, and almost before I had time to swallow it, it stuck to the top of my mouth and jaw, and was quickly absorbed by the human body.

The strong feeling of nausea made him bend down sharply and cover his mouth. But as the feeling of nausea wore off, he could feel the beast in his veins gradually sleeping.

Then there is a rare feeling of transparency, like staying in a stuffy bathhouse all year round, and suddenly stepping outside, breathing in the fresh air, which refreshes him. The sun behind the clouds is no longer so nasty, the light of the day is no longer so dazzling, and the body is normal for the first time in a long time.

"How does it feel?"

Nicol Lemay asked.

"Good. ”

Hoffa held up a finger, which was as nimble as a Swiss Army knife, constantly morphing into all sorts of strange things, sometimes a goblet, another a macehead, another a fluttering ribbon, another a curved snake's head, another a crab's pincers.

"I've regained my ability to cast spells during the day, and it's a very effective potion. ”

"I hope you don't say that at night," muttered Nicol Lemay, "come on, try again." ”

Hoffa stopped playing with his fingers and refocused his gaze on the carpet beneath the deer's head.

Nicol Lemay raised his wand: "One... Two... Three!"

Syllable.

Accompanied by violent mana fluctuations.

A puff of green smoke drifted by, and Hoffa disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was already standing firmly on the plush carpet, without any physical separation.

"Uh....."

Little Barty, who was secretly sneering in the corner, was silent.

Nicol Lemay smiled and said, "I'll just say, this technique is not difficult for you, is it?" But you're a really fast learner, and I think when I was younger, I practiced for three days. ”

"How long does it take?"

Hoffa's brows tightened, although he succeeded quickly, he still didn't like this ability that required three seconds to cast spells, he had been with many wizards before, and in the high-intensity wizard confrontation, it was simply wishful thinking to take out three seconds to cast a spell Phantom Shift.

"Maybe I don't like going out, so it's not going to work for me. Nicolamay smiled self-deprecatingly, "You practice again, if it goes well, maybe you can master it today, and take us to Voldemort's hometown." ”

Hoffa's gaze shifted to the distant top of the church outside the window, and he closed his eyes and meditated one, two, and three in his heart.

Subsequently, crackling.

As if suddenly squeezed into a thick rubber tube, he couldn't breathe, and every part of his body was suffering a huge squeeze. However, when he reappeared, he was already standing at the top of the church in the rain.

"Yes..... It's kind of interesting. ”

After carefully refining the illusion transformation technique, he shook his body and said silently, "One, two, three." ”

Disappear again.

Reappeared.

One time farther and farther away.

One moment on Regent Street, one moment at Big Ben, one moment at King's Cross Station, and only about three or four seconds in each place.

He was like Li Kui, who was attached to the magic charm by Dai Zong, at the top of the city of London, flickering constantly, and he couldn't stop at all.

I have to say that after he got acquainted with the illusion, he still found it very interesting, although the magic fluctuated very much, and although the cast time was much longer than the extremely fast transformation and ghost walk with no cast time, it was still a very novel experience.

It feels like the invisible and untouched space has become a very elastic substance that can be twisted, bent, and even swim in it, as long as it is a place that has been before, a place that has an impression, it becomes within reach.

Eventually, when he returned to Nicolame's house, his magic was played to the point of exhaustion. At this time, the septic potion that I drank earlier was almost time.

The sleepiness and jerkiness brought by the day came back to his body, and he leaned back on the sofa contentedly.

Nicol Lemay asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Hoffa nodded.

"Then when are we leaving? ”

When Nicol Lemay asked, Barty Jr. put his hands on his chest and looked at him expectantly, trembling with excitement.

"Evening. Hoffa said briefly, "I don't want to see him during the day." ”

"Ah...... ...... in the evening"

Little Barty let out a painful wail and rolled on the ground with his head in his hands, "Why, I've been waiting for thirteen years..... I've been waiting for this for thirteen years......"

"After thirteen years of waiting, would you mind waiting a few more hours?" asked Hoffa impatiently, the madman always urging him from time to time to distract him.

Little Barty's face was flushed, his face flashed with romantic fantasies, and he only heard him say dreamily: "If you understand the charm of the master, you will find that every second waiting to see him is torment,"

"Sick. ”

Hoffa ignored him and meditated on his knees.

"Ah......h

Finally, as night fell, Hoffa's body was filled with an abundance of magic, and he ended his meditation and grabbed the arms of Nicolame and Barty Crouch Jr.

Syllable.

The apparition disappears.

One step of eight hundred miles.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the dilapidated door of Riddle House with Nicol Lemay and Barty Jr.