At such an embarrassing moment, someone took the initiative to solve the siege. For Pierre, this is no less than drowsiness, someone brings a pillow. He immediately smiled with satisfaction, bowed slightly, and said, "Of course, Miss Spencer, you are willing to speak, and we are all welcome to talk about it for the last day." ”

Happy, he even went down and personally pushed Sylby's wheelchair onto the platform and put the microphone to her mouth.

But Sylby shook his head and said, "Beauxbatons celebrates its centennial, and even the principal has to stand and speak, but I am in a wheelchair, which is really unorthodox. Fortunately, I have funded countless schools and people in Europe, and at this moment, there is a wizard who has received my sponsorship when he was enrolled, and that wizard is now famous in the wizarding world, and I hope that the young wizard can consciously stand up and help his former sponsor to stand in front of the microphone with dignity and complete this speech. ”

The crowd looked at each other, not knowing who he was talking about.

But Hoffa knew exactly who the old monster was talking about, and he saw Sylby's malicious smile, and his teeth itched with hatred. The guy didn't know what he was planning, but whatever he was planning, Hoffa wouldn't believe a word he said.

And, he was worried about how to approach this guy and give him a fatal blow, and this guy actually let him take the initiative to step forward. Although Hoffa knew that Sylby might have a backhand, he wouldn't let go of this opportunity to come to the door.

So he stood up and walked slowly down the hall.

Pierre said in surprise: "It turns out that the wizard you funded is Hofabach, I say, great." Hofa, get up Miss Spencer, one of Beauxbatons' most distinguished guests. ”

He spoke to Hoffa in the tone of a junior, but Hoffa no longer had him in his eyes, and when he passed by him, he subconsciously pushed Pierre away. The action stunned Pierre.

Sylby sat in a wheelchair and said, "You have to be light, people are very fragile." ”

Hoffa was nervous, but when he actually stood in front of Sylbie, that nervousness disappeared, and he sneered, "I'm afraid you'll leak urine again when I pick it up." ”

"Giggles. ”

Sylby laughed and said, "Not this time, it's cleaned up before the people come." ”

The well-known alumni of Beauxbatons in the venue were stunned by the inexplicable conversation between the two people, and Pierre felt even more humiliated, this humiliation was not only directed at him, but also at the entire Beauxbatons, no one could have such an unbearable conversation in such a solemn setting.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" he reminded loudly.

Hoffa's smile vanished, and he asked gloomily, "What about Miranda, why didn't she come with you?" ”

"What, do you miss the wife of your dreams?"

Sylby smiled: "It's a pity, I'm a disabled woman now, I can't do anything to your lovely wife, otherwise, I really want to test the depth of your love." ”

"Hey!" Pierre couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "You're here"

Swish!!!

Without warning, Hoffa raised his arms.

A blinding cold light appeared.

A handleless, sharp feather knife appeared above Sylby's neck and slashed hard.

"Hmph. ”

Sylby rolled his eyes, and he tapped the crystal ball lightly.

Invisible ripples spread.

Everything came to an abrupt halt, the knife-wielding Hoffa, the stunned Beauxbatons alumni, the angry Pierre, the petals falling from the sky, the streamers swaying in the breeze, all froze on the spot.

Only Sylby shook slightly, and the crystal ball jingled to the ground, and as it rolled, it turned into a cloud of black smoke that slowly spread through the hall.

Sylby said in disgust, "What a nuisance, Beauxbatons." You're always so gorgeous, gorgeous and disgusting. Pierre, you little moth, tell me, how much do you spend a year on decoration and food?

It's your hobby, though, and I love these shiny things. Those shiny luxury objects, but I like them for a lifetime, it's boring, it's boring. ”

As he spoke, he staggered to his feet.

Sure enough, from the neck down, there was a constructed body made of steel and machinery. He glanced sideways at Hoffa, who saw him too. But he couldn't move.

Perhaps taunting him, Sylby tapped on his heart, where a clear crystal filled with a tube of bright red blood was spinning in its structure. It was his blood, Chloe's blood.

"Are you fooling me, Hoffa, I'll come to this place without the slightest preparation. He said.

Black smoke kept gathering in the hall, getting bigger and thicker.

Hoffa, however, remained unable to move.

He couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Damn, this power was originally his, and it felt terrible.

At this point, he had a more insidious understanding of Sylby than before, and in the nightmares he lured him into a heart-to-heart connection with his supreme ideals, which led him to finally fall into the routine of nightmares, and finally had to use the Amnesia Charm to awaken, all of which made his magic shrink day by day, and even if he woke up, it would be useless.

"Oh? Sylby sneered, "Are you asking me what I'm going to do?"

As he spoke, he put it in Hofa's ear and asked, "Guess what, Hofabach, do you still want to pursue equality?"

Hoffa only felt a huge amount of shame rushing towards the Heavenly Spirit Cover, unable to move.

Murder is still punishable!!

His anger at the moment had reached a certain extreme.

He had never been so angry even in the face of Grindelwald!

He wished he could move.

But he couldn't move.

"Hahaha, when you are young, you always take a little detour. ”

Sylby slowly stepped back and spread his arms: "However, I really didn't expect you to leave the cage of time, Hofabach. There's something about your will, but not much.

Since you can come back, as a reward, I don't mind either, put on a show in front of you. Let's take a look at how these flies, these guys in fine robes, these nobles who live in the city in the sky, these guys who are different and full of personality have stood the test of time. ”

The black smoke gradually condensed, and behind Sylby, a huge transparent figure floated in the air. It was a gigantic humanoid that was flying, with its arms outstretched in the shape of a cross. The joints of its body were dotted, its black hair fluttering wildly across every face present, and it smiled excitedly, looking at the delicate and gorgeous Beauxbatons Castle, and the different heads were torn apart on its neck, in an infinite loop.

Where have the students and teachers in the venue seen such terrifying and oppressive creatures beyond imagination. They felt as if they were dreaming, a terrible nightmare, and in this nightmare, they couldn't move, they couldn't even wake up.

The nightmare god rumble said: "So exquisite, so flashy, so shallow, the world does not like such delicate and flashy things." One last look at this splendid castle! One last look at this towering gate in the sky!!Soon they will fall !!apart in the river of time!!!"

"Come on, speed up. ”

Sylby commanded as he grabbed his wand.

The god of nightmares opened his huge mouth.

The huddled figure was revealed, and it looked more like Chloe.

The girl slowly opened her eyes.

An invisible, still river flowed, slowly at first, then faster and faster. In the roar of the river, the garlands in the hall quickly withered, the apples quickly shriveled, the feathers quickly faded, and the wool fibers on the carpet quickly lost their luster and crumbled and fell.

The frenzied power of time surged out of the Nightmare God's body, roaring and sweeping through every corner of the hall.

Everything around was rapidly withering and decaying, the delicate sculptures on the walls were cracking and peeling, and the glasses full of wine were rapidly evaporating, rusting, and twisting. Wooden tables and chairs quickly crack and disintegrate into moldy and burred wood chips. The leather products on the wood cracked quickly, like the parched earth.

The chandeliers on the ceiling collapsed and drooped in the washed river of time. The paintings on the walls screamed in horror, fading, wrinkling, and finally turning from vivid to pale until they were motionless.

And these are not the most terrible, the most terrible are the Beauxbatons people in the depths of this river, these well-known alumni and teachers. They couldn't even scream, and they quickly disintegrated and evaporated in the river.

The old woman, who had been Minister of Magic for three terms, had dried up and turned into a skeleton almost as soon as she touched the river.

The other middle-aged people were not much better than her. They grew old quickly, and then from old to skeletons, in just a few seconds. Together with the cloth on their bodies, they were reduced to ashes, and there was nothing left of the scum that had been washed.

And Pierre, who was in the heart of such a storm, couldn't even shout, he screamed silently, his body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, his skin cracked wildly, and his hair fell out quickly. The shriveled skin snapped back against his body, revealing bright red bones.

But the flowers are only for a moment, and after a few seconds, the red bones turn into white bones, after a few seconds, the white bones turn into yellow bones, after a few seconds, the yellow bones turn into black bones, and then a few seconds, the black bones turn into carbon bones, and finally into the powder that has no scum left, and it spins on the ground with the crazy flow of time power.

Just a face, Beauxbatons's top brass was wiped out.

In less than half a minute, only Hoffa and Sylby were left in the dilapidated and desolate hall.

It was then that Hoffa realized that the power of time had not left him.

His mind was not frozen by the stillness of time, it was still flowing wildly, and his blood still made him passive and unaffected by the power of time.

It's just that his mind can only flow in invisible places, but he can't control this body.

After destroying the hall, the power of time did not stop eroding, and it continued to spread infinitely to the periphery. The vegetation outside the hall quickly withered and died, the water in the fountain evaporated at the speed of light, and even the heavy statue on the water broke and disintegrated under the action of time, and the fragments shattered into several pieces before they could fall to the ground.

The torrent of time rushed through the fountain and slammed into the large, towering Sky Gate, which glowed with blue magical light, trying to resist this unseen force. However, after resisting for less than a moment, the magic power disappeared under the effect of time, and the sky gate behind the magic shield made a tooth-aching cracking sound, ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years. The massive gate in the sky finally cracked and began to shake constantly.

This is true of the Sky Gate, not to mention the students near the Sky Gate. Although the evacuation had taken place in the square, there were still no students who had time to be evacuated, they were contaminated by the invisible force of time, and their young faces disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, they matured at a speed visible to the naked eye, then aged, and finally withered and died in a miserable wail.

The bleak voice reached Hoffa's ears, making him almost desperate.

Move!!Hofabach!!

He cursed himself in his heart.

Let's move!!

Still immobile.

It was as if something heavy was pressing on his back, making him unable to move.

Could it be that he didn't want to save these people?

No.

But what's missing?

What exactly is missing.

Hoffa's brain was spinning wildly.

In reality, the roaring power of time has no intention of stopping. More and more students are being contaminated by the power of time.

Orim and Don Quixote, who had returned from Beauxbatons after sending a group of students off, screamed when they saw such a terrible scene in the square, and saw the giant monsters flying in the hall.

The river of time roared silently and rushed towards the screaming Olym. Don Quixote, who was on the side, seemed to sense something, and he jerked Olim away.

Looking at Don Quixote, who pushed Olim away, Hoffa's eyes suddenly dilated, and he thought of the second he had been in front of the resurrection pool, which was the closest he had been to a god in his life. That incomparable desire, that incomparable desire, that willingness to give everything to achieve the goal.

And what is the source of that longing?

Is it to lead these Beauxbatons students out of this difficult situation?

Be.

Is it to defeat Sylbie?

Be.

Really?

Hofa immediately had a voice in his heart denying himself.

No.

Then, the sound of a faint mosquito and fly sounded.

It was just a simple Q&A.

"Will you come back?"

"Yes. ”

The simple question made his heart flutter, and then he shuddered.

The fingers are bent a little, and the eyelids twitch a little.

Of course, that's right.

He Hofabach was not so noble.

Only by going back can this desire be real.

Everything else is a stumbling block.

"Dead !!"

Hoffa roared.

Sylby turned his head in shock, and then saw a pair of golden eyes that were almost burning.

With a crisp snap, the fist pierced directly through the steel body, and the blood in the heart was shattered by this sudden critical blow, and dots of red liquid floated in the air.

Without the protection of blood, and only one second of exposure to the river of time, Delphina's body instantly transformed into a woman in her forties.

"Nightmare God!!"

In desperation, Sylby yelled, "Do you want to play anymore!?"

The huge monster fluttering in the air let out a sigh of exclamation, and it looked at the woman whose chest had been pierced and the mad boy. Shut your mouth, and the raging river of time came to an abrupt end.

Hoffa jerked out his arm, and in a flash of lightning, he smirked and stabbed his five fingers into Sylbie's head with unimaginably fast speed. It is conceivable that after a fraction of a second, the woman in front of her will be shot in the head to death.

However, at this moment of lightning.

Hoffa's hand stopped in mid-air, this time not because the power of time had halted his movements, but because several giant snakes had wrapped around his arm, immobilizing him.

Sylby looked at the bird's claws, which were only a few centimeters away from his head, and his head was sweating, and he actually laughed out loud in the violent stimulation.

"Haha, ha, oh my god, you bastard, you scared me."

Hoffa looked at the serpent wrapped around his body, and a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart. He looked up slowly, and on the skylight high above Beauxbatons Castle sat a man shrouded in a green robe.

(End of chapter)