At the moment, on the Quidditch field.

Layer after layer of smoke wafted from nowhere.

Albus Dundedon, who was on the top floor, immediately noticed the anomaly, and he stood up, frowning, glancing around and raising his wand.

Whispered, "Partition." ”

Airplanes.

As if invisible ripples flashed, a powerful spiritual storm enveloped an inexplicable magnetic field, covering the entire Quidditch pitch, and all the gray fog was forcibly pressed down. A hideous beast shadow was revealed.

But at this moment, a violent dizziness surged over Dumbledore's brain.

He was stunned for a second, then stunned, and then showed a helpless wry smile, and said in a low voice: "Adebe, Gellert, you are really..."

Before he could finish speaking, he slumped heavily on the chair in the stands.

The huge spiritual force field suddenly disappeared.

The fog continued to rise after losing Dumbledore's suppression.

In the beginning, no one cared. The crowd was still cheering on their team, but when the smoke grew thicker, the view was blocked. All the players and spectators sensed something was wrong. They were puzzled at first.

Immediately afterward, someone began to collapse after inhaling the smoke.

The mood of the crowd gradually changed from euphoria to panic.

Some of the seniors stood up, trying to find Dumbledore from above, but Dumbledore collapsed in his chair for some reason, tilting his head, unconscious, and he tried to force his eyelids open, but there was no way.

The Quidditch players also stopped fighting, and they sat on their broomsticks, watching the lightning and thunder in the distance, and the heavy gray fog beneath them, not knowing what was happening.

Some players want to land on the ground.

But Aglaia sensed the abnormality, after all, she had faced poison gas in the Forbidden Forest, and suddenly, she shouted sharply, "Don't go down." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of curled winged demons fluttered out of the smoke, like a swarm of bats at night.

That's when it happened.

The group of curled wings suddenly dispersed, as if sensing something.

In the cloudy sky, a huge lightning bolt suddenly flashed, causing everyone to look up and exclaim.

Just now the lightning seemed far away.

In the next second, a huge lightning bolt was in everyone's sight, smashing the tower.

Rumble!!

The harsh blue light tore through the thick black rain clouds.

The rain crackled and fell.

At this time, someone exclaimed: "Look, there is a figure on the tower!"

The crowd exclaimed.

"Wait, that guy looks like he was struck by lightning!"

"What!?"

"Oh no! The man who was struck by lightning fell !!"

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.......

Tom Riddle sensed something was wrong the moment the smoke rose from the arena, frowned, and walked briskly down the spectator seat.

But the further he went, the more he felt the danger of the gray mist, and he squinted and thought for a moment. Then he returned to the heights, decisively pulled out his yew wand, aimed it at a Quidditch player in the distant sky, and said calmly, "All petrified." ”

The Gryffindor player had no idea what was happening, and he was suddenly struck by the Petrification Charm. Straight fell off the broom.

Then, Tom calmly stretched out his left hand, and the Gryffindor player's broomstick flew into his hand.

He didn't even look at the grey fog on the Quidditch pitch, stepped on his broomstick, took off into the air, and was about to fly away.

However, not long after he rose into the air, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and a thick lightning bolt in the distance caught his attention.

In the light of lightning, he saw a half-human, half-bird thing, falling from the Astronomical Tower.

"What's that!?"

Tom rubbed his eyes, only to find that his vision was obscured by the rainstorm.

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The rain was pouring down, and Hoffa couldn't speak anymore, but he had a better way to vent his joy.

With a hiss, he leaped from the three-hundred-foot-tall observatory. In the process of falling rapidly, he completely completed his transformation.

At first, he was a little unfamiliar with his new body, and then the instinct that flowed through his veins made his muscles tremble.

Finally, ten meters above the ground, he found the feeling of flying, he flapped his wings, harnessed the air, cut through the rainstorm, and drew a graceful arc under the Astronomy Tower, soaring into the sky.

At this moment, Hoffa soared above the sky. The scenery beneath him began to grow smaller and smaller.

All the rules that bind him are like the gravity of the earth, which disappears into invisibility.

He is no longer afraid of the future.

He no longer runs away from difficulties.

He gave it all to control his destiny in the moment.

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The rainstorm in the sky was like a note, getting bigger and bigger, like a waterfall, but the moment the lightning flashed, the inexplicable phantom in the air was firmly reflected in everyone's eyes and their hearts.

Another flash of lightning flashed.

Tom Riddle was hunched over his broomstick, shivering, and confused.

A huge black shadow had just flown over his head, and no one knew better than him how terrifying the magic fluctuations were at that moment.

And what frightened him even more was the spiritual force field contained in that magic power, the spiritual force field that was indomitable, fearless, and wantonly wanted to break through all obstacles.

Under the fluttering Ravenclaw Quidditch flag.

Someone raised his arm and exclaimed, "I see an eagle flying!"

Someone covered their mouths in horror: "What eagle can be so big, it must be some unknown magic!"

"Merlin's beard is on top!"

"Monster dripper!"

"Galloping Golgong, what is that, is it a mythical creature?"

On the field, the juvenile poison sac leopard has been drenched in heavy rain and turned into a soup chicken.

The young beast raised its head in horror, and when it saw the shadow of the eagle, it no longer cared about its master, and the instinct of the apex predator made it roar, and fled into the Forbidden Forest without looking back.

When it fled, it revealed a shivering adult.

It was none other than Quidditch's teacher, Pario.

He knelt stupidly, raised his head, let the rain pour on his face, and opened his mouth wide like a gibbon.

"Jesus was born, this ...... What is this?"

In the audience, Miranda braved the heavy rain and quickly ran to Dumbledore's side regardless of it.

She watched the thunder and lightning in the sky as she pulled out the antidote. Helping Dumbledore to pour it down, Dumbledore, who had drunk the antidote, barely opened his eyes, the rainstorm soaked his red beard, he slumped on the highest chair, looked at the eagle shadow in the rainstorm in the distance in disbelief, and muttered in shock: "Ah... Animagus ......"

Miranda knew what it was, she knew better than anyone else, the truth behind the shadow, and the boy fell and got up again and again.

Before she knew it, she was already in tears.

More than 300 meters in the air, Hoffa rolled his wings and swept across the court like lightning, and with a roar that was enough to burst the eardrums, everyone saw only a flash of black shadow.

In May of 1939, the entire Hogwarts people will never forget this scene.

In the midst of lightning and thunder. A giant bird descended from the sky and galloped overhead. It's like a god looking down on all beings.

No one knows how the big bird came about.

No one even knows what the big bird has gone through.

They could only hold their heads up like a flock of Muggles, letting the downpour from the big birds drop on their faces.

They couldn't guess what it was.

Ordinary people are destined to fail to understand the changes of the masters.

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.......

Aglaia also stared at the lightning and eagle shadows in the distance in a daze, not even noticing the winged demon flying up on her body.

The other Quidditch players were stunned by the astonishing spectacle, their mouths wide as if they were about to swallow the Quaffle balls that were scurrying around the field.

But soon, they paid the price for their negligence.

The dancing winged demons surged up again, breaking up their formation and pulling them off from under their broomsticks one by one.

Aglaia reacted, and she immediately pulled out her wand and tried to get out of the place on a broomstick, but the Winged Demon first targeted her.

The torrential rain doused the thick gray fog on the field, revealing three tall figures below the field.

The tallest of them all, the silver phantom monkey squeaked over the shoulder, and it was in a state of extreme unease.

"Major...... We, it's time for us to go!"

One of the dark wizards looked at the lightning in the distance and said in trembling German.

"The thing...... Something seems wrong!"

Schmidt Rutrov squinted his eyes and looked at the sky.

"There may be something wrong with the mission, go. ”

After saying that, he waved his wand, and several flying broomsticks fell from the sky in succession and fell into her hands. Among them, the Aglaialian was captured by the Winged Demon with a broomstick.

When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed.

Before Aglaia could pull out his wand and react, Schmidt waved his wand and instantly disarmed Aglaia.

He then rolled over and grabbed the girl's body and took her hostage.

The three of them had just taken off for a moment, when a loud hiss rang out in the sky.

A dark wizard on a broomstick cries out in horror, "Head, what's that behind you?"

Schmidt turned around, and all he saw was a flash of lightning in the dark clouds, and then the screaming wizard was directly charred by a thick electric light, and fell straight under the broomstick.

Schmidt's face changed, and he turned the broom.

The phantom monkey squeaked wildly over his shoulder, and the foreseen future drove it crazy.

Countless winged demons are holding broomsticks, trying to get out of this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

High in the air, Hoffa looked at the fleeing Schmidt, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

Everything he had learned this semester had come to his mind, and his understanding of Transfiguration had never been more profound than it was now.

The dark clouds in the sky quickly distorted, forming a huge giant eagle phantom that appeared in front of the arena, spreading its wings and shining with lightning, firmly blocking Lutlov's path.

Schmidt looked up in horror, only to see a huge figure in the dark sky, flapping its wings and passing past him, and then a sharp turn appeared in front of him.

"Thunderbird!, how could there be such a thing in England?" Schmidt, who was proficient in magical creatures, roared for the first time.

On the broomstick, the kidnapped Aglaia stared blankly at the sky. The dense clouds made the sky as black as ink, and she could only see what was around her when lightning appeared.

She had a hunch, but she couldn't believe it.

It's him?

How can it be.......?

How can it be!

What exactly is this thing?

Hofa soared thousands of meters into the air like lightning, and then, with his wings together, he rushed straight down in the lightning.

The instinct that flowed through his veins made him fall in love with the feeling of swooping.

Another thick bolt of lightning struck abruptly, and Schmidt turned the handle of the broom and narrowly avoided it.

And his companion was not so lucky, the other dark wizard didn't say a word, and he was struck by lightning and fell straight down from a height of more than a hundred meters.

Hoffa flapped his wings one last time, chirped, and his speed increased again.

In the next second, he was wrapped in unparalleled electric light, tore through the darkness, and crashed into the flying broomstick at an ultra-high speed of more than 350 kilometers per hour.

Rumble!!

Time seems to stand still in this moment.

The tremendous kinetic energy was converted into potential energy, the muscles folded in layers, and the hydrostatics caused the man in front of Hoffa to open his mouth and cough up a stream of blood.

Before Schmidt could figure out what was going on, the broomstick shattered into sawdust.

He flew backwards, his bones shattered in a second. He spun in the sky, spitting out countless blood and scraps of flesh, like a rag doll, and watched as Aglaia was grasped in the palm of the hand by the big bird in the sky.

"Impossible..."

"Impossible!!"

"Where's the plan?

He vomited blood and shouted, and then he fell straight down from a height of more than 300 meters. With his Phantom Monkey and the Winged Demon.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

The dark wizard and the magical creature fell in the mud in the torrential rain, and even if there was a stand-in jellyfish, he couldn't move at this moment.

In the sludge, he barely raised his head, and said hoarsely in fear:

"Who the hell is it?"

Hoffa flapped his wings and fell from the sky, and when he landed on the ground, his body slowly shrunk, his wings turned back into arms, and he had already regained his human form.

He put Aglaia, who was already dumbfounded, aside, and then walked towards Schmidt through the stagnant water.

Schmidt watched the boy in the distance come step by step, and couldn't say a word in shock.

"So you were also lowered by Grindelwald?" asked Hoffa faintly.

"What are you talking about?" Schmidt clutched his arms, his voice hoarse and immobile, one of his arms had been vaporized by lightning.

"Looks like you still have a little bit of your nature. Hoffa lifted his finger.

"You shouldn't bring your talent here. Believe me, this school is about to be destroyed, and if you stay in a place like this, you will... You're going to die! Don't, waste your power! ...... me."

"You're quite right. Hoffa nodded calmly, interrupting Schmidt.

"However, I refuse. ”

After speaking, he raised his fingers flatly, and the last magic power in his body turned into a flash of lightning, directly throwing Schmidt to the ground with a thud, foaming at the mouth with convulsions, unconscious.

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The dust settled.

The rain slowed down slightly, and Hoffa looked at his palm, and then at Rutrov, who had fallen to the ground, and he raised an eyebrow. I tried to go back, but I didn't take two steps.

He felt his legs go limp, and his head was dizzy. Countless snowflake spots appeared in front of his eyes.

Knowing what was going to happen, Hoffa sighed, "It's really not more than three seconds." ”

Then, exhausted of his magical energy, he fell to the top of the muddy hunting ground, down the slippery slope. Grunting all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Animagus, the consumption is too great......