At Hogwarts, a drunken Miller controls Alastor Moody's body writhing on the dance floor, walking in space, teasing everyone he meets. In the constant playing of the music, he was completely unaware that someone was calling in his ear.

"Professor Moody, did anyone kiss you on the cheek?"

Passing by, there were dancing girls laughing and joking with him.

"That must be something you did secretly. ”

Miller didn't hesitate to retort.

"Professor Moody, the decoration on your forehead is beautiful. ”

"Yours isn't bad. ”

"Professor Moody, it's a bright red, and it goes well with your clothes. ”

"Professor Moody"

"Professor Moody"

In Hogwarts Castle, Miller gradually senses that something is wrong, and finally, he stops his revelry and puts his palm to his forehead. Through the shiny glass in front of him, he saw a fiery red mark burning on his forehead, the puppet rune he had left for Hoffa.

After the crowd calmed down, the call in his ears became clearer, and he heard someone yelling in the distance, "Miller, what the are you doing?"

After being stunned for a few seconds, he couldn't help but say that he would run away, his hands forcefully separated the crowd, and he left the crowded auditorium hall in the blink of an eye, scolding angrily as he ran: "Why haven't you contacted me all the time!"

In the Eternal Arena, a stormy attack was about to fall on Hoffa's head, and the wings of the Children of the Night God obscured the sky and the sun, making him almost invisible to any light.

And at this time, Hoffa found that he was still jumping uncontrollably, and he couldn't even get up and dodge, and at this moment, his heart was broken.

But just as the sharp claws of the Son of the Night God were about to disembowel him, he finally stopped dancing and ran wildly in the sand.

Rumble!!

As the sand exploded behind him, Hoffa's hanging heart hit the ground, and he was really angry at Miller's mess just now, but no matter what, Miller finally got back to himself, and things took a turn for the better.

"You're still scolding me? You said it was only for an hour, I don't have to wait until the critical moment to use you!" Hoffa argued loudly in the arena of the underworld, "What were you just doing?"

"What the hell are you doing with me?"

Miller of Hogwarts stumbled into the Defence Against the Dark Arts office with tears in his eyes.

"Are you, be careful I go back and tell your sister!"

Hofa of the Underworld crawls and crawls, dodging the bloodthirsty attacks of the Children of the Night God as he threatens Miller.

"Come on, you don't know how long it's been outside!?!

"How long have I been in Helheim?"

"It's been three months, you've disappeared for three months, and if you don't come back, your body will be in the ground, don't you understand?"

trimester

Hoffa listened to the angry voice in his ears and was stunned. He even forgot about the pursuit of the son of the night god behind him.

He felt that he had not even been in Helheim for three days, and it was difficult to say whether there were even three hours, and that three months had passed in the real world.

Rumble!!

The ground shook like an eighth-magnitude earthquake, and countless red gravel fell from the sky. The Son of the Night God, who had failed to strike a single blow, jumped high from the ground again, flew nearly 100 meters high, and then fell like a meteor and volleyed into Hoffa, trying to smash him flat with his body.

But just as it was flying in mid-air, Hoffa on the ground suddenly raised his right hand, and an invisible barrier appeared in the middle of the arena, forcibly stopping the son of the night god. The barrier shone with a cyan sheen, completely isolating the sand within a radius of ten meters.

In the sky, the Arvada Five, who were still playing pop music just now, threw the instrument in their hands, and instantly changed from five people to one person, he raised the topic again, and his expression instantly switched from fanaticism to shock:

"Oh my God, is that an enchantment spell, when did this guy use such a profound spell, that's not his style!"

The ghosts, who were still smashing rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves, suddenly became interested, put away the garbage in their hands, and straightened their waists.

"Do you blame me?"

Hoffa's raised right hand opened a mouth, it was Miller's mouth, and he said angrily: "Do you know how I've spent the past few months, and I have to give you disguise, and I have to take care of your vegetative body, what are you and me, you servant?"

"Don't talk about anything else, I'll argue with you when I go back!" Hofa reluctantly calmed down: "You help me kill this monster in front of me first." ”

"Cut!"

An eye appeared in Hoffa's head, and Miller was startled: "What's that?"

"It's a replica of my body from the Grim Reaper, and it can mimic my abilities!"

"Roar!!"

Caught in mid-air by the barrier, the Son of the Night God let out an earth-shattering roar, and his muscles turned into steel, and the seemingly unbreakable barrier was torn apart like papier-mâché.

It quickly grew smaller, squeezed through the gap in the barrier, and swung its arms at the punch.

"Shapeshift!"

Miller snapped his fingers.

The space within the barrier distorted, and the monster in front of it suddenly disappeared like a punctured bubble.

The next second, it appeared at the top of the auditorium and fell straight down.

"Space Spell!!!" Arvada exclaimed at Balloon, "Only a wizard who understands the Spell to the extreme, it seems that Mr. Hoffa Bach is not fighting alone, at this moment, he is not alone!

However, who cares, as long as you can win, it doesn't matter what means you use, this is not the Olympics, haha, it doesn't matter if the audience dies, hahahaha~"

As he spoke, he also touched his bare head: "Hey, my audience does seem to be dead." ”

Beneath the balloon, the Son of the Night God, transformed into a giant monster, fell into the audience and wreaked havoc in the audience, unable to destroy the ghosts, but smashed half of the arena to the ground with three strokes and five divisions. Wraiths screamed and flew through the sky, rubble was scattered everywhere, and the arena was in utter chaos.

"Let's go, what are you doing in a daze?"

Miller reminded Hoffa: "Is there a way to come back? ”

"I have to win this thing to go back, you can help me!"

Hoffa said to his right hand.

"Damn, what exactly did you do in the underworld?"

Miller cursed and raised his hand again, "Blazing!"

A ring of fire appeared at his fingertips, flew forward, and in the blink of an eye, the entire arena of the stands and sand was covered in flames, and it was all red as far as the eye could see.

The spirits fluttered in the flames, waving their arms and cheering for the plight of hell.

In the flames, the Son of the Night God let out a wail, and it tore at its body, tearing itself apart from its human form. But soon, under the licking of the flames, its body glowed with a silvery-white metallic sheen, and it carried the flames with its flesh, and rushed towards Miller and Hoffa in great stride.

"Flash freezing!"

Miller cast the spell again, and the flames vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye. The cold air of Mori Blue swept through the arena like a violent wind.

The temperature cooled down so rapidly that countless cracks appeared on the metal body of the Child of the Night God, and it froze in place, breaking several toes and fingers in succession.

Click!

It was about to move again, but more cold air blew on him, and the frost quickly grew all over his body until it froze into an ice sculpture more than ten meters high.

"Hurry up!"

Miller shouted.

Hoffa understood, and he stuck his hand in the sand, and the quicksand quickly deformed into a three-man oversized hammer, which he picked up with difficulty and smashed sideways at the statue.

The hammer struck the ice sculpture, and the frozen Children of the Night God shattered into pieces like glass and fell to the ground.

The audience was silent.

In less than a minute, the entire arena was destroyed and chaotic, piles of rubble were piled up on the ground, broken arms and glacier-like ice edges were everywhere, and tens of thousands of ghosts floated in the air, hovering endlessly, unwilling to leave.

Arvada didn't speak for a while. The old man with his neck stretched out looked at the arena. It seems that he was also shocked by Hoffa's spell ability.

"Whew, it's finally hanging, damn it!"

Looking at the shattered Son of the Night God, Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know that his real-world body would have such potential, but he believed that it was the result of the Grim Reaper's deliberate amplification of his abilities. If not, let himself easily clear the customs, he will definitely lose face. Hoffa thought hatefully.

He looked up at Arvada and motioned for him to arrange one last opponent.

Arvada, who was standing on the clown balloon in the heights, stood up and said in a regretful tone: "

"Is it under control, it seems that this beast finally succumbed to the obscenity of his master, and that's it, the power of the night god tsk, I can only count down. ”

He rolled up his sleeves in a fake way, and more than a dozen watches appeared on his wrists.

Ten

Nine

Eight

Seven

Six

Five

Four

Three"

At this moment, a broken palm slowly crawled past Hoffa's footsteps, like a crab, he felt that something was wrong, and looked up again. The bodies that had been knocked into pieces of ice wriggled and writhed, each small piece of flesh grew wings, and then one by one, they all turned into bats and flew up from the ground in more and more numbers, gradually obscuring the sky.

"It's much more than that!!"

Arvada stopped the countdown and said in ecstasy, "The power of the night god!"

Hoffa and Miller were dumbfounded.

Miller was the first to react, dragging Hoffa and running out of the arena, running out of the arena in the blink of an eye.

Arvada on the balloon not only didn't stop it, but looked at it and laughed: "Run, run, run hard, as long as you can win this game, it doesn't matter where you run, hell, heaven, mortal, as long as you can defeat the god of death, it doesn't matter where you go, everywhere is the arena, wahahahaha~"

Countless bats fluttered together and turned into a gray-haired and golden-eyed boy again, this time, with wings on his back, floating in the air unscathed, his expression extremely hideous.

"Blood. ”

After he finished speaking, he flapped his wings and disappeared directly.

The ghost and Arvada on the balloon excitedly chased after the two of them where they had disappeared.

"Do you have any other powerful spells?"

In the midst of the frenzy, Hoffa asked.

"No, that's too much," Miller said anxiously, "there must be some special way to defeat him!"

Other approaches, other methods

Hoffa's mind was spinning wildly as he ran, and at that moment, an anxious shout came from front of him: "Mr. Bach!"

Hoffa was ecstatic, and he looked from afar and saw a man standing on the edge of the island of hearts, none other than little Barty, who had left earlier.

But his smile quickly froze on his face, for little Barty was empty, and he didn't take anything, exactly as when he left.

Hoffa rushed to Barty Jr. in three steps and two steps, "Hey, have you borrowed the potion?" he asked.

"Nope!"

Little Barty shouted, "That silver-haired woman doesn't see me at all, and no matter how much I knock on her door, it's useless!"

"Huh?"

Hoffa covered his forehead angrily, "Must be so ruthless!?"

"Who? have you seen Aglaia?"

Miller in the right hand asked Hoffa.

"Yes. ”

"Hey, she's really here. Miller was shocked: "How many years have this been." ”

As they spoke, the sky turned dark red, and the two turned their heads to see that the son of the night god with wings on his back also flew out of the arena.

Hoffa rushed to Barty Jr. and grabbed his wrist: "Follow me!"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find her personally. ”