Looking at Fatil's sudden burst of madness, Hoffa involuntarily took a step back. What a crazy plan to go back fifty years to kill the underage Grindelwald.

"As long as you kill him, not to mention that Aglaia won't die, even this wizarding war won't happen. ”

The more Fatil spoke, the more excited he became, and he began to walk around the room, "Those mediocre people say that I have not done anything, how can they know what I really think, one by one they are afraid of him like a tiger, and they huddle together to keep warm, but none of them really take action. ”

"That'...... So what will happen to her?"

Hoffa stammered.

"Who?"

Fatil, who was in a frenzy, turned his head and frowned and asked.

"Gram, Chloe, Chloe, what will happen to her? She can only bring people three days ago. ”

There was a dead silence in the Minister's room, and after a while, Fatil slowly sat back in his chair, picked up a quill and spun around:

"She—what will happen to her?" he chewed on Hoffa's words and asked rhetorically, "What do you do with this?"

"Her blood. ”

"Her blood is the source of the mana rampage, and if you go back fifty years ago, how much blood do you need!?"

Fatil calmed down from his previous frenzy, he sat back at the table, and looked at Hoffa with displeasure: "What do you mean?"

"If you were to go back fifty years, a hundred of her blood would not be enough for you to draw. ”

"Oh, you're worried about that. ”

Fatil exhaled and smiled, "You don't have to worry about this, I haven't achieved nothing in the past year, I have made a machine that can multiply her power, I believe that as long as her blood is drained, it will definitely be possible to go back fifty years."

Earlier I wanted to do it myself, but since you're here, I even want you to help me do it, after all, Grindelwald is probably not your opponent at your age. ”

"And what about her, will she die?"

Bang!!

Fatil grabbed an inkwell on the table and slammed it into Hoffa's face, the shards splintering into his skin, black ink mixed with blood slowly flowing down Hoffa's stunned face.

Fatil's face that had just eased completely collapsed, he squinted at the same blue eyes as Aglaia, looked at Hofa, and gritted his teeth: "Are you worried that she will die?"

Hoffa didn't answer, letting ink and blood run rampant on his body.

After smashing the inkwell, Fatil leaned back in his chair and smiled coldly, "You want to know so much, then I'll tell you." She will die, for sure, with that high-intensity ability of time and space, she will surely die, and her body and soul will be devoured by my time machine. However, the sacrifice of one man can lead to victory in the war and the cessation of all evil, which is a bargain in the eyes of anyone. ”

Listening to Fatil's words, Hoffa no longer knew what to say, and at this moment, he seemed to see another Grindelwald.

It was as if he saw Dumbledore forced by Grindelwald to sacrifice himself to preserve the past.

He seemed to see Grindelwald in the third year, standing in front of him in the darkness and saying to Dumbledore, "If you can destroy the ultimate evil and sacrifice one or two people, what is it?"

"No, Fatil, this will not work. ”

He touched the glass shards on his face, threw himself back, and pressed Fatil's table, "There must be another way! Believe me, there must be another way." ”

"You love her, you love that nun, don't you?"

Fatil's decadent blue eyes were as sharp as a knife at the moment: "If I didn't catch her now, but a random homeless man on the street, would you still stand in front of me at this moment!?"

He squinted, got up from his chair, stepped over his desk, and walked towards Hoffa, who could only step back.

"My daughter saved you when you were most helpless, is that how you repaid her? ”

"In just one year, you've turned around and have a new love. ”

Every sentence of Fatil slammed into Hoffa's heart like a sledgehammer, "I misread you, Bach, you mean, shameless, ungrateful that you dare to say that you did not kill anyone when you were in France, and you dare to say that you did not kill a single person on the way back to send that nun?"

"That's my fault!"

Hoffa said bitterly: "I didn't understand at the time! I didn't understand sacrifice and love, I was lost in the impermanence of fate. ”

His face was pale, but he didn't retreat again, but grabbed Fatil's arm: "But I now know more and more that the more people I kill, the more I will be like Grindelwald, and one day I will become like him!"

"What does it matter, in this cruel world, there is no right or wrong at all, the only thing is an equivalent exchange, and if you want to get one thing, you have to sacrifice another!

"I understand, I understand it too well. ”

Hoffa said bitterly, "But I know better that if we do this, nothing will change in the end, and everything will be the same as before." ”

"What difference do you dare to say to someone who has lost everything!?"

Fatil roared and slammed Hoffa against the wall with his backhand, "My family is everything to me, even if I go to hell, I will pull her back, that's the difference!"

His throat was grasped by his hand, and Hoffa's eyes were a little red, and he coughed hard: "I..... Fatherless and motherless, she was the first friend I ever met, and you are by no means the only one who has lost everything. ”

"Then help me !!"

Fatil roared, saliva splashing on Hoffa: "Then help me, kill those who dare to stop me, and let my plan be carried out smoothly!"

Hoffa's lips were pale, looking at Fatil's face that had been completely distorted under his silver hair, his heart was like a knife, and the pain was almost uncontrollable, he shook his head: "I can't do it, Fatil ......." He held Fatil's hand tightly, and his voice was already pleading: "There must be other ways, you calm down." ”

"There is no other way, Bach. Nothing but time can change fate. I'll ask you one last time, will you help me?"

The faces of the two men were very close to each other, but an invisible ravine appeared between them, like the Great Rift Valley that tore the earth, like the Mariana Trench, the deepest under the sea, and there was no bottom.

With Hoffa's speechlessness, Fatil's face changed from furious and hopeful to utterly cold.

He slowly loosened Hoffa's collar and slowly took two steps back, his blue eyes covered with thick exhaustion and numbness, even though he still had a very young appearance, he looked like an old man at the moment.

"In that case, then you can go. ”

He said lightly.

Hoffa took a step forward, the next second.

Boom!!

With a blow that almost shook the mountain.

Fatil's desk turned to dust, and the countless documents waiting to be reviewed on the table exploded like a grenade had been stuffed into it, and exploded into a cloud of debris.

In the midst of the flying pieces of paper, an invisible beast slammed into Hoffa's chest. Directly against him, smashing him into the wall. It flew backwards backwards, then crashed through four or five walls in a row before it stopped.

Countless stumbles the size of a head tumbled, and the sudden blow caused the bones to break almost incalculably, and before he could even transform his body into steel, the invisible beast used its strength again, biting his thigh and throwing him high in the middle of the rubble ruins.

Ghost Walk!

In mid-air, Hoffa enters the Ghost Walk.

In the gray shadow world, the dragon-type beast that ran away when it saw it before, its eyes turned red at this moment, and its entire body was more than twice as large.

Its transparent body bit its thigh, pushing itself forward like a madman, plowing one crack after another in the ground.

Rumble!!

Crash through a wall again.

It smashed the wall leading to the elevator shaft against Hofa in the shadows, and two extremely hard heads smashed through the iron fence of the Ministry of Magic's elevator, and emerged through the air.

Hoffa looked at the bottomless elevator under him, and then looked at his chest, which was gone, as if he had only one head and half a chest suspended in the elevator shaft out of thin air.

"Damn, Fatil ......"

He gritted his teeth and raised his head from the half-suspended state, the three-ring scar on his chest was as bright as a torch, his arm clicked back to its original shape, and the wound healed quickly, he grasped the mouth of the transparent beast and entered the shadow world at the same time.

In the shadow world, the dragon-type beast bit his thigh, and the long kiss directly swallowed the lower half of his body into his mouth.

Crackling, he strained his hands.

The force of the transformation caused him to crack open the Shadow Dragon's mouth, and he bent over and stood up with its jaws on it.

Then, he saw that deep in the gray and transparent throat, a wave of energy quickly gathered, emitting a dazzling white light.

Roar!!

Invisible flames erupted from the Shadow Dragon's mouth and struck the boy in its mouth, the heat causing the air to ripple like water, and the well-dressed Savile Row suit on Hoffa's body was burned in the blink of an eye.

He stepped on the shadow dragon's jaw, his legs exerting force.

Boom!!

The fire-breathing beast lost its balance and fell straight down at the weight of its might. Falling into the deep elevator shaft, he disappeared, and with the help of this reaction, Hoffa threw himself back out of the elevator shaft.

In the smashed elevator shaft, a sign lay on the ground. He bent down and quickly lit up the sign with his fingers.

Second Floor, Division of Magical Law Enforcement

Third Floor, Magical Accidents and Disasters Division

The sixth floor, the Division of Magical Communications

The seventh floor, the Department of Magical Sports

Level 9, Department of Mysteries,

"Department of Occult Affairs, Department of Occult Affairs, Nicol Lemay...... Bottom ......"

Hoffa quickly decided where he was going, and Fatir had lost his mind under the mad obsession, and he had to find Chloe first, and then talk to him slowly.

At the same time, the walls of the Ministry of Magic smashed through by the shadow dragons were like a time to heal flesh and blood, and they became whole again as the rubble flew away.

"Hiss Click"

With a dense sound, gargoyles crawled from the ceiling, each of them three adults in size, their eyes shining with a terrifying blue light.

He didn't dare to hesitate, and jumped into the broken elevator shaft.

As soon as he jumped, countless gargoyles stuck their heads in, crowded into the shattered elevator entrance, and the scalps were tingling, only to see the gargoyles raise their marble carved arms, and a javelin appeared in each arm.

Click!!

Falling in mid-air, Hoffa looked back and raised his hand to slap a finger of death.

In the loud noise, a red light folded, the elevator shaft was illuminated, and the magic lightning concentrated the heads of countless gargoyles, and the heads of hundreds of gargoyles were blown into ashes in an instant under the extreme heat, and slowly fell from the sky.

Before Hofa could breathe a sigh of relief.

Falling at great speed, he instantly stopped in mid-air.

Hundreds of javelins pierced through the walls of the four directions, like ancient tomb traps, directly stabbing him into a sieve, his eyes were pierced, his intestines were poked out, blood was raging, and the elevator shaft was completely turned into a Shura field.

"!!"

He cursed in his heart.

Only then did he become convinced that Fatil had indeed tried to kill him. Even in this case, he couldn't believe that this was what his former teacher, his best friend's father, had done to him.

Rows of javelins were deformed, each with sharp tines. Hoffa's whole body was almost numb from severe pain, and even at night, his body could not recover at a rate that could keep up with the speed of the destruction.

This is not over, the elevator shaft squeezed towards the middle in all directions, and at this moment, the Ministry of Magic seemed to come to life, turning into a beast that chose people to devour.

Seeing that he was about to be squeezed into meat sauce, Hoffa, unable to move, looked above the elevator shaft with his only remaining eye. Through the layers of the Ministry of Magic and the countless protective magic, he still saw the moon in the sky, and outside the Ministry of Magic, it was the thickest time of the night.

He heard the whisper of the god of the night again: After sleeping, listen to your song in the darkness, eight wild beasts, sink into the Lethe of Hades, nails pierce the flesh of sinners, a prayer to the birds of eternal life.......

He lowered his eyes, and the three rings on his chest grew to the entire upper half of his body. Blood-red wings grew out of his back, and he flicked his wings, and in the flight of red feathers, he tore apart his body in countless steel punctures, and the ugly and terrible pieces of flesh transformed into countless flying nightingales, which deftly passed through the dense steel nails, and flew to the ground with a melodious song, regrouping into a complete gray-haired and golden-eyed teenager.

Hoffa looked at his unscathed hands in amazement, and then looked at the dense steel thorn trap on top, and at the same time secretly shouted mysterious, the feeling of communicating with the gods in the moment of life and death was really like those believers who prayed to God before death.

However, he didn't have time to think much about the relationship between the gods and himself at the moment, Chloe's life and death haunted him, and he leaned against the wall, leaning sideways through the dark corridor.

It wasn't long before he came to a dark circular room.

The Department of Mysteries is at the lowest level of the Ministry of Magic, and fifty years later, the location of the Prophecy Sphere led to a massive invasion by Tom Riddle and the death of Harry's godfather, Sirius. The thought of Sirius' death brought a thick sense of ominousness over Hoffa's mind.