The explosion lasted nearly half a minute.

But for Hoffa, who was at the center of the explosion, it felt like ten years had passed.

Eventually, the red light faded away, and the explosion subsided.

The light faded out, and he floated in the air. There was not a trace of blood on his body, and as far as the eye could see, it was desolate.

The entire perimeter of Hogwarts was scorched earth, and the flames burned on the land, but they did not show the slightest luster, and the light of those fires was completely replaced by a gloomy black wind, and could only be seen in the air.

He stared at the moon in the sky in a daze, his face was bloodless, his heart was beating weakly, and his ears fell into a brief state of deafness.

He lost his animated state, lost his human body shape, and his hair turned gray, exactly the same gray as Sylby. The thighs and arms were all exposed, and the body was full of holes. Completely turned back into a normal wizard.

Then, he exhaled, head down, and slowly fell from the sky, gradually increasing his speed.

Looking at the thin figure falling from the sky, Ossivia rushed out desperately, but her speed was lightning fast despite the leg injury.

This action was like a fuse for igniting explosives, and all the teachers and students rushed towards the falling black shadow.

A second before falling to the ground, Ossivia hugged Hoffa, rolled over, and blocked the impact of the fall with his body. She hugged Hoffa tightly, as if afraid that he would melt away as soon as she let go.

Hoffa lost all his strength, and the endless void washed away Hoffa's spirit, trying to overwhelm him. **

The sharp pain of tearing every inch of his body made it impossible for him to stand, and his brain had lost most of its perception at the moment, and his eyes were full of inexplicable pale snowflakes.

Are you going to fall?

Do you want to be unconscious?

Do you want to be blank?

But after a few convulsions, he forcibly stopped this weakness and forcibly stood up with a spirit, because now is not the time to care about this.

Things have come to this point, he already has a general understanding of Sylby's plan, this guy, will never do something for no reason.

He struggled to push Ossivia away and stood up, his voice trembling in a very low voice, gritting his teeth, and saying, "Don't... me, Hogwarts Orb... Where's the Hogwarts Orb?"

Ossivia, a spirit, immediately rolled over and stood up, and began to check around.

But she couldn't find it, and she even used a flying charm, but it didn't work.

Hoffa held on to the wall and groped around, trying to find the orb that gave him magical powers. However, after looking for a long time, it was nowhere to be found.

Then, a faint chuckle directly knocked him into the abyss.

"Hey, dude, what are you looking for?"

His heart hit rock bottom, and when he looked up again, he saw a legless Sylby lying on his stomach in the flames of the explosion in the distance. He could barely see much color, but he could vaguely distinguish the man.

The explosion just now brought him great damage, and he was also miserable at the moment, his whole body was extremely tattered, there was only one mechanical hand in the upper half of his body, and the flesh and blood on his face had been burned to the point that only one eye remained.

Most of the skull is bare on the head, there is not a single hair, and pink brains can be seen in the skull.

But Rao was like this, but he still dragged the stone on the ground with one hand, dragging his broken body, and chuckled while crawling with difficulty:

"There is no meaning, the essence of life is conflict, and without conflict, there will only be more and more people living insensitively, those worthless waste, sheep, parrots, and garbage. ”

With the force of his arm, he crawled out of the fire, and little by little he approached Hoffa.

"Do you think that if you protect them, they will be grateful to you and make changes? No, those people will just enjoy it in peace, they will still run away, they will succumb to instinct, they will continue to live half-heartedly under the protection of your wings, and if you make the slightest mistake, they will eat you alive. ”

Looking at the man who was crawling on the ground, Hoffa leaned against the wall and stood up a little bit, panting:

"You.... Do you think you can wrap your crazy purpose in a high-sounding way?"

"Hmph. Sylby dragged the stump with one hand, sneered and whispered: "What about the high-sounding, what about the dirty and dark, the goal is just the goal." There is no good or bad, only success or failure. ”

Ossivia stopped in front of Hoffa, raised his wand, and aimed it at the crawling Sylbie: "You've lost, everyone will come soon." ”

Sirby glanced at her and grinned, revealing a completely toothless smile: "Then kill me, they're coming, you won't have a chance." Didn't you always want to get revenge on me? I don't have the ability to resist now, kill me. ”

Osivia's wand trembled.

Sylby crawled and said disdainfully, "Kill me, hurry." ”

Ossivia said with difficulty: "You... Don't think about it, don't try to run away from all this, I won't kill you. I will hand you over to the Wizengamot for trial so that everyone knows about your crimes, and you will never again try to use your anger and hatred to control me. ”

"What, you're trying to protect this school?"

Sylby withdrew his gaze and looked at Hoffa with interest. With a single hand, he crawled towards Hoffa, little by little.

"Oh my God, brother, have you changed her? Interesting, tell me how you tamed an angry beast into a domestic pet. ”

"That's enough!" exclaimed Osivia.

"That's enough. Silby propped up his upper body with one arm, "Witness this moment." ”

As he spoke, he stopped more than five meters away from the two of them, his chest suddenly opened, and in the black mechanical ribs, Sylby took the orb out of his chest with one hand.

It turns out that he has hidden the Hogwarts Orb inside himself.

It's just that the Hogwarts Orb in his hand at the moment is as dim as dust, no different from a discarded light bulb that has accumulated fragile years.

He stared firmly at Hoffa behind Osivia, and his voice whispered like a demon: "

"Everything is in my plan, and the magic of the four founders has been drained by you. As you can see, I, won. ”

Hoffa and Ossivia rushed out at the same time.

Sylby smiled slightly, and with a single hand, his black palm crackling and shattering the Hogwarts orb. Fragments of dull luster orbs fell from the sky little by little.

At the very moment when he grasped the broken orb, Dumbledore and the other deans arrived at the scene, and they all raised their wands in unison.

A golden light as thick as Hoffa's waist flashed, almost blinding his eyes, and Sylbie's upper body, which had crushed the Hogwarts orb, vaporized directly.

Bang!

With a glittering debris, a black mechanical arm fell to the ground, and after a purple arc of light flashed on its surface, the light disappeared, completely turning into a dead thing.

That was the last part of Sylby's body.

Ossivia looked at Dumbledore in amazement, but Dumbledore didn't look at her, but at the sky.

The silence of the madness swept all around, and all that was left was the black wind that seemed to never stop. The darkness of the night was so heavy that it was impossible to breathe at all, as if even the oxygen in the air was struggling to escape from this place.

He's dead?

Hoffa turned his head to see a large group of teachers and Aurors standing behind him, all of them with solemn expressions on their faces.

Dumbledore was holding a wand, his russet beard shaking. Blue eyes sometimes look to the left and sometimes to the right.

The Minister of Magic, along with the Aurors he had brought, raised their wands and moved slowly across the ground.

......

......

The silence lasted for about ten seconds, and then, Hoffa felt his mental force field suddenly compress to the extreme.

"Hum Hum Hum ......"

At this moment, a low laugh, like a cold wind, echoed over the ruins, which lasted for a long time, and then there was nothing, and when the last echo was gone, silence returned to the ruins.

Everyone looked at each other, and Hoffa's hair stood on end, weak and unable to control himself.

Suddenly, the wind whipped up a black mist, a cloud of smoke drifted through the sky, and the low laughter gradually became cheerful, and finally presumptuous.

"Hahahahaha

"Free!"

"Free!!"

"Free !!"

"I'm back!!!"

The laughter implied pleasure, relief, but at the same time inexplicable bitterness, in that indescribable laughter, the black mist gradually spiraled and fell, suddenly fell to the ground, gathered together, and violently formed a black figure. At first he was vague, then it became clearer.

He walked out of the black fog little by little, with a beautiful proportion, a height of one meter eight, neat gray hair, heroic facial features, and white skin like a baby.

He stood naked in front of all the Hogwarts teachers and students, and laughed with open arms.

Wanton to the extreme.

It's also crazy to the extreme.

In the next second, Dumbledore and the other Aurors flicked their wands again, and several golden rays of light struck him in the chest. But he couldn't destroy him like last time.

"It's too weak. ”

The man casually raised a finger, and a small shield condensed by his fingertips accurately blocked the golden light, and he flicked his fingers back like a boogie.

Several Aurors couldn't dodge, and their bodies were pierced by their own magic, flying upside down for more than ten meters, and falling to the ground. The Minister of Magic cowered in horror and hid in a corner.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and countless clouds of smoke and dust billowed up. Trying to hide the crowd behind him.

Sylby tilted his head, smiled and raised his fingers into claws, aiming at Dumbledore.

A green illusory scythe shadow suddenly appeared behind Dumbledore and slashed down with a scythe!

At this moment, Dumbledore's eyes widened, and his pupils narrowed to the extreme. Countless defensive spells and enchantments quickly appeared behind him, but the illusory scythe was completely unstoppable. Dunlido gritted his teeth, and the whole person split into two, and the illusion stood in place, being broken by one blow and two blows.

The deity rolled on the spot, dodging the almost fatal blow in embarrassment, staring at the other party vigilantly.

After a move, Sylby didn't look at him, and he silently looked at the towering Hogwarts castle in the night. His expression changed from gradual pleasure to pain: "A thousand years, curse me for a thousand years, how dare you ......"

With that, he opened his mouth, spat out Hoffa's wand, and waved his hand.

A huge fire dragon erupted from its wand like a cannonball, smashing the distant tower in half, sending the towering tower to the sky.

The crowd exclaimed like a tsunami.

Sylby leaped high, magic stirring, and he flew high in the air. Looking at the towering Hogwarts castle, the expression on his face was almost hideous.

"Hiding in the shadows, unwilling to face his own power, empty but never responsible!!"

He hovered and flew to a high place, opened his mouth and roared: "Liaoyuan Echo!"

With his roar, countless towers were struck by blazing sound waves, and pieces of masonry shattered. The whole school was like being concentrated by a category 18 hurricane, but the hurricane was so hot that people couldn't breathe.

Rubble flew, walls collapsed, and ghosts fled in terror through the air.

The blow was successful, but Sylby showed no relief, and the expression on his face became more and more painful.

"It was like this a thousand years ago, it's still like this a thousand years later, it hasn't changed in the slightest, disappointed, disappointed, disappointed me!!"

He hugged his head and roared desperately.

"This is not the school I want, no!!, you idiots, hiding in Tibet all day long, clinging to the glory of the past, doing nothing!!"

After saying that, he opened his arms, raised his head to the sky, and roared, "Elegy for the Evil Spirit!!"

Countless black and red evil spirits rushed out of his body, with Sylby as the center, countless buildings collapsed, and there was no grass around him, he was completely unstoppable.

"Betrayal, conservative, short-sighted!!" he flew higher and higher, and the magic fluctuations in the air became more and more violent.

"Liquid fire!"

His whole body completely turned into flames and rushed down from the sky.

Rumble!!

Like a meteor hitting the ground.

The shockwave made it almost impossible to open your eyes, a spiderweb-like rift appeared within a radius of five hundred meters, the ground was strewn with magma, and the tower rumbled down like dominoes, destroying half of Hogwarts with a single blow.

Immediately, he got up from the ground, stepped on the boiling yellow and scorching magma, and walked towards the crowd like a drunken man, with a painful expression: "This is not the school I want, this is not the status quo I want to see... It's not..."

The sheer amount of magic pressure made it almost impossible to stand, and Dumbledore, the other professors, and the Aurors climbed up one after another, standing in front of him.

"Four sheep cultivated by crippled wizards are also trying to stop me?"

With that, he raised his hand and waved.

"Blood excess!"

A huge pattern of bloody eyes appeared on the entire ground, and the bloody eyes covered everyone, an unknown ancient sacrificial circle.

The circle spread rapidly.

Under the fluctuation of that ancient magical aura, the students who had been encircled by the circle fell one after another, their mouths open, their faces pale, and their expressions of pain indescribable.

Hoffa didn't know what the monstrous thing beneath his feet was, but he knew it wasn't a child's play.

In the distance, Ossivia hugged Hoffa tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Let's go, come with me." ”

Hoffa didn't say a word, he looked up at the wanton destruction of Sylby, his body was unconscious, but his mind became more and more calm, only calm, only calm.

Now is not the time to fall, the other party has regained his magic power, and is in the heyday of excitement and madness.

He looked at his magic watch.

The mana has been depleted, and the shocking shield spell from before has consumed the magic power of all the four founders, and has also consumed the last trace of his own energy.

Now I've lost my magic, I've lost my wand, and I'm left with nothing.

Is it a desperate situation?

Maybe!

Maybe it has to be.

But he didn't want to give up.

He pushed Ossivia away and struggled to get up from the ground, unable to fall down himself, everything that had happened this semester flowed through his mind like water.

Hoffa closed his eyes, his mind racing.

There must be some way.

There must be some way!

He is so powerful, how did the four founders .....?

Wait, at this time, a small possibility suddenly broke into my mind.

Hoffa's eyes widened, "No, there's still a chance!"

A force flowed from the depths of his soul that supported him to stand up again after being completely exhausted.

His muscles trembled, and all the cells in his body were wailing, but he just stood up unrelentingly.

He took a deep breath, suppressed all the pain, and his eyes were as firm as iron.

Limits are always used to break through.

Hoffa pushed everyone around him and rushed into the crowd of Slytherins, rummaging through several people, and soon found the black-haired boy, a tall, handsome teenager.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were stunned and staring at the wanton and terrifying man, and his body trembled.

Hoffa pressed a palm on Riddle's shoulder, "Hey, can you still move?"

Riddle looked at the ruined mess of the school, like an out-of-body half-body and muttered, "What kind of magic is this, what kind .......of magic is this?"

Syllable!!

Hoffa slapped Riddle back to his senses.

"You... Hit me?"

"Can you still move?"

Riddle nodded, his expression even a little wooden.

"Curse him!"

Hoffa pointed to Sylby, who was wreaking havoc, and said decisively.

Tom Riddle was still in a state of distraction.

Syllable!

Hoffa grabbed Tom Riddle by the collar: "This school is still not your home, curse him if you want to keep this school!"

"Curse Him ....."

Riddle finally came to his senses and grabbed Hoffa's tattered collar, "Are you dreaming?"

He pointed at the man: "Look at his defenses, look at his mental force field! Any magic that comes within ten meters of him will get out of control, cut into contact! What curse do I take?"

Hoffa turned his head to see that what Tom Riddle said made sense, indeed, Sylby's mental force field was too strong. It is so powerful that it almost compresses the mental force field of other people to the limit.

The colorful spells cast by the teachers and the Aurors were disintegrated by him before they could get close to him.

Within his range of perception, any magic could be severed from the caster, causing a loss of control.

With Tom Riddle's current strength of the mental force field, I am afraid that the curse technique will be detected by him before he gets close, and it will definitely not work if he curses him directly.

I saw that the students around me were falling more and more under the bloody eyes, more and more.

Hoffa closed his eyes, his brain spinning as fast as lightning, then opened them suddenly, looked at Riddle and said:

"Curse me!"