The dripping monster opened its mouth and spat water into the pool beneath it, but no matter how much it spitted, the pool showed no trace of being full.

Moody stood in front of the dripping monster and shouted, "Albus, come out!"

Unmoved, the dripping monster looked at Moody coldly, waiting for him to give an order.

"Damn, who's breaking the rules!Albus, get out of here!!" Moody yelled anxiously as he stood in front of the monster's dripping mouth.

The dripping mouth monster glanced at Moody with an arrogant look and turned his head slightly, not looking at him.

Bang ......

The sound of small footsteps came from behind him.

In the darkness, Moody's blue magic eye turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and he saw that in the corridor a hundred meters away behind him, the strange boy who had been tied up by himself flew to the top of the corridor like a giant bat, he maintained a very strange posture, his right hand stretched forward, floating in front of him, as if he was being pulled by his right hand and ran away.

In the midst of the frantic running, the strange young man's right hand also cracked a mouth, stuck out his tongue and said, "Catch up with him!"

"Monsters!

Moody took out his wand and flung it down the hallway, "All smashed!

Hofa was horrified, and Moody, seeing that he couldn't get into the principal's office without knowing the password, simply wreaked havoc around it to attract the attention of Dumbledore and the other school workers.

At this time, Hoffa's right hand automatically raised, and the mouth of his right hand opened and shouted, "Curse stop!"

The blue shattering spell was dissolved before it could hit the dripping monster, turning into invisible magic and slowly dissipating.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his right hand, Miller, this guy was finally a little useful, and did not let the situation worsen. He raised his right hand and walked slowly towards Moody in this strange gesture.

Mad-Eye Moody waved his wand frantically, and spells poured out like money, but those spells were dissolved one by one by Miller before they could touch Hoffa's body.

Eventually, he stopped a meter in front of Moody: "Mad-eyed, don't be nervous, we can talk." ”

"Where the hell are you a monster?"

"I'm not a monster. ”

Mad-Eye Moody stood in front of the dripping monster, "Do you know whose territory is behind you?"

"I know, Albus Dundondo. ”

"I know you don't want to hurry up?" said Alastor Moody, "When Albus Dunley comes out, no matter what monster you are, you will be brought to justice!"

"You don't know the password, you can't get into the office. ”

Hoffa and Moody are getting closer and closer, and he advises him with kind words: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, wait until this year, when I have completed my goal, I will put you back." ”

"The devil will believe you, and you put me in a box and tie me up with chains. When you achieve your goal, you will kill people and kill people, a dark wizard like you, I have seen a lot in my life!"

"Please, you see me like a dark wizard?"

Hoffa defended himself with some grievances: "I have not subjected you to any physical persecution except that I have locked you up and restricted your freedom. It's you, even wearing a chest strap with nails on your hands and feet, if it weren't for my special physique, you would have killed me twice.

"...... you?"

Moody's tone froze, he thought for a while, and his face softened slightly: "Then tell me, who are you?"

"As you can see, I'm an ordinary shapeshifter with my own little ninety-nine, who has neither ambition nor threat. ”

"Ordinary shapeshifters... What an ordinary shapeshifter. ”

Moody sneered at the wall, "Excessive modesty will only make people disgusting, why not just say it if you want to hit me." ”

"Okay, I'm a master of transformation, okay...... Right!?"

As soon as Hofa finished speaking, his eyes widened.

The dripping monster against Moody's back suddenly rumbled open, and he fell backwards unexpectedly, having to grit onto the handrail to keep himself in place.

Is the master of transformation a password?

Moody froze for a second, then a flash of ecstasy appeared on Moody's face, his wooden legs propping him up as he staggered up the spiral staircase.

Hoffa's face changed and changed, and he hurried through the gap in the wall and stepped up the spiral stone staircase, the door closing behind him. The staircase slowly ascended automatically, leading him to a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker.

Moody didn't even knock on the door, he raised his hand and waved, "Alajo Cave Open!"

The tip of the wand flashed orange, the door slammed open to both sides, and Moody stepped into the door, opening his mouth and shouting, "Albus!"

"Oops, it's over!"

Hoffa jumped high, and in the sea of spirits, Miller knocked Hoffa away like an F1 driver driven by his clumsy girlfriend, taking control of his body, and the moment the door to Dumbledore's office opened, "Hoffa", who flew in the air, raised his right hand and pointed it directly at Moody's back.

"Out of body!!"

A blinding white light struck Moody, and Miller's Imperius Curse was not at the same level as Barty Jr.'s, and this time, Moody covered his head and writhed wildly. He stretched out his hand and stretched it out to the front.

Even without controlling his body, Hoffa could feel that the mental defense line in Moody's mind was rapidly destroyed and encroached upon by Miller, and this speed was almost devastating, seemingly long, but in fact extremely fast.

Almost at the same time as Moody's Imperius, Hoffa fell to the ground, and control of his body was returned to Hoffa by Miller.

In a brief gap, he saw what was going on in the room.

It is a very beautiful circular room with portraits of the Headmasters of Hogwarts hanging on the walls. They were all asleep, their chests gently heaving.

A phoenix perched on a golden branch by the door, the size of a swan, with its bright red and golden feathers, was resting with its head in its wings. At the sound of the voice, it shook its long tail feathers and woke up, looking confused and wary at the place where Hoffa had disappeared and the scar-faced man who had suddenly burst into the principal's office.

On the wall behind the desk, a worn-out, patched Sorting Hat rested on a shelf. In a glass case next to it was a glittering silver sword with a large ruby encrust on the hilt.

Gryffindor's sword, the elf's weapon.

At this moment, a silver object came into his sight, and he looked back to find the source of the light, and saw a bright silver light coming out of the box under Fawkes. It was crystal clear glass bottle after bottle, filled with a bright silver substance, and they flowed incessantly, like the surface of the water rippling in the breeze, and then spreading out and swirling softly like clouds.

It's memory.

Next to the quietly spinning memory bottle, Moody clutched his head and struggled frantically in circles, unable to make the slightest sound.

But the more he struggled, the more depressed he became. Eventually, he bowed his head unusually woodenly, like a computer that had crashed.

Bang bang bang.

Light footsteps from the depths of the headmaster's office.

Hoffa didn't want to enter the shadow world of the ghost walk.

Having just entered the shadows, Albus Dumbledore, dressed in pale wizarding robes, descended the stairs on the second floor of the headmaster's office.

He was holding a shallow stone basin with strange carvings at the mouth of the basin, which were many runes of runes. Silver light emanated from the contents of the basin, illuminating his old face. He didn't sleep, his blue eyes were a little red and swollen, and his face was full of intense tiredness that he couldn't hide.

Of course, he also saw Moody, who was standing motionless at the headmaster's desk.

This stunned Dumbledore for about a second, and then he returned to normal without any hindrance, just as a man off work had placed the meditation basin on the table as usual when he saw his son playing in the water in the yard.

"Good evening, Moody. ”

He rubbed his eyes, "It seems like it's been a long time since we've spoken so late." ”

Tick.

Ten seconds.

During the ghost walk, Hoffa raised his right hand and slowly stepped back. At this moment, his cold sweat was about to come down. From the Ravenclaw common room to the principal's office, it was a crazy night.

He didn't feel it before Dumbledore appeared, but the moment Dumbledore appeared, he felt an incomparably huge mental pressure, he knew that as long as the ghost walk was over, he would be discovered by Dumbledore immediately, even if he entered the phantom state, only during the time of the ghost walk, try to stay away from this former teacher.

"Damn, Deng is so perceptive. ”

Miller's nervous voice rang in Hoffa's head, "The Imperius Curse might be hard to hide from him. ”

"If you can hide it for a second, don't let Moody look up and make eye contact with Dundeli. Hoffa communicated to Miller in his mind.

"Do you want to hit it directly?"

Miller licked his lips, "If it's the two of us, Transfiguration and Spell, he doesn't have to be our opponent. ”

"No, you can't fight. ”

Hoffa immediately controlled his body and slowly retreated.

"Why, you're so pedantic. ”

"It's nothing to do with pedantry, there is more than one Headmaster at Hogwarts. ”

"Seems to be right. ”

Miller said hoarsely.

In the spiritual world, the two communicate at a very fast speed.

In the real world, time passes quite slowly.

Tick.

Nine seconds.

Dumbledore sat down in the back of his chair like no one else, and even made a joke: "Is there anything you want to say to me, is it that the Hogwarts bed is too hard, and you are not used to sleeping?"

In the shadows, Hoffa controlled his body and slowly retreated, he couldn't see Dumbledore's face clearly, but he could feel a little sadness in his tone, and he was sorry?

Wait, what kind of tone is that.

Hoffa was confused.

"There's a dark wizard. Alastor Moody bowed his head and said like a puppet: "I feel the smell of evil. ”

Deng Liduo opened his mouth slightly, pushed his glasses, and sighed softly, "Looks like you feel it too, old man." ”

Eight seconds.

Hofa's body trembled as he retreated, Miller probably just controlled Moody and said casually, without thinking at all, but Dumbledore said that he also felt it, felt something, did he feel his presence?

"The black star is rising, and the gods are pouring out. ”

Dumbledore slowly raised the black wand in his hand: "The Grim Reaper has sensed the provocation from the past, and it will drive the carriage through the sky, and everywhere it goes, there will be no grass. ”

"What are you talking about!?"

Seven seconds.

Moody looked up, his eyes hollow reflecting Hoffa and Miller's shock.

Six seconds.

"I can't explain it to you, there's no way at all, each of us has a problem that must be solved, big or small. ”

Dumbledore looked at his wand and whispered like a dream, "But I believe that my best companion will always make the right choice, right?"

If Huo Fa was struck by lightning, the cold sweat on his back fell at once. Those penetrating blue eyes seemed to see through the space.

Five seconds.

The hollowness in Moody's eyes faded, and Miller gradually took control of his body, and he asked coldly, "What are you talking about, Albus?"

Five seconds.

Four seconds.

Three seconds.

But a full three seconds passed, and Deng Liduo did not answer. He sat still, as if petrified. At the same time, an inexplicable feeling of sleepiness welled up in Hoffa's heart, and he suddenly wanted to sleep. It's like taking sleeping pills after a long journey.

He thought it was dawn, but he turned his head to look out the window.

The sky was dark, the full moon hung high, and there was no daylight in sight. Feeling tired at night was almost unthinkable in the past.

Fortunately, the drowsiness came and went quickly, and after three seconds, he came to his senses and controlled his body to continue to retreat.

"Albus. ”

"Albus?"

"Albus!?"

Inside the office, Miller remotely controlled Moody's to nudge Dunley a few times.

Waiting for Hoffa to retreat to the door, Albus Dunley was more agitated, slowly raised his head, his eyes turned from sharp to cloudy, he muttered, "Old, inattentive....." As if he had just seen Moody standing in front of him, he asked in surprise: "Why are you here, Alasto, how did you get in?"

He completely forgot what he had just said, and repeated the question he had asked a few seconds earlier.

Miller wanted to answer, but Hoffa took control of Moody and manipulated Moody and said, "It's nothing, I suddenly couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and I really want to come and talk to you." ”

"What do you want to talk to me about?" asked Deng Liduo, a little alarmed.

"I've been at Hogwarts for three days, and I've slept in a bed that's harder than the deck of the Mayflower. Moody lamented: "My waist is a little unbearable." ”

Tick.

There are two seconds left in the time of the ghost walk.

"So it's for this matter, you can just talk to Filch about this kind of thing, let him change your bed, there's no need to come and tell me. ”

Albus Dundedo said absent-mindedly as he turned to look at the meditation basin and pressed his wand against his temple.

"What are you doing?" asked Hoffa curiously.

"I need time to sort out my memories, I've lived too long, and there are so many memories in my head that I can't think clearly, you go back first. ”

With that, he waved his hand tiredly, and the door to his office slammed shut.

Before leaving the room, the final scene is when Dumbledore pulls a crystal thread from his temple and places it in the meditation basin.

Tick.

Ghost Walk last second.

Hoffa left the shadow world, and even Alastor Moody, who had been robbed of his soul, was pushed out of the room by Dumbledore's mana.

Outside Albus Dumbledore's office, Hoffa looked at his right hand.

A deep sense of unease rose in his mind.

At this moment, Dunlido was more strange than ever, as if it was not one person who was talking to him, but two people. In the first few seconds, he was exactly the same as the man in the original book, calm and gentle, strong and indifferent. But since that strange feeling of sleepiness hit, Dumbledore seems to have changed as a different person. Become like the old and irritable Armando Duppet of 50 years ago.

This made him think of what the God of Nightmares said, if he stayed at this time and didn't go back, the entire world line would collapse.

What is this.

A precursor to collapse?