"So?"

Hoffa frowned.

"So I'm going to do something for my master, I'm going to launch the Dark Mark and announce this great moment!" said little Barty feverishly in the Black Forest.

Hoffa opened his mouth wide and gradually came back to his senses, this little Barty is obviously the kind of celebrity brainless fan of later generations, he doesn't have many opinions, and he doesn't have many brains, so he will go to the fan when he sees someone who is awesome. shows a high degree of identification and centripetal force for the group he belongs to, and shows a high degree of hatred and hostility towards other groups, on the one hand, he tries his best to hold the person he likes high, and on the other hand, he doesn't care whether he has the strength to sit in that position. In the end, it wasn't Voldemort who he was defending at all, but his fragile self-esteem.

If at this time, a black devil mark came to such a place, wouldn't it push the extremely weak Voldemort into the public target, the Ministry of Magic would have decided that he was dead, wouldn't it be a shout to the sky - I'm not dead yet, they all came to me!

He's a spirit, and he can't let this fool launch the Dark Mark, which will make it exponentially more difficult for his plan to come true.

"You dare!!"

Hoffa snorted so hard that little Barty sat down on the ground in fright.

However, just when he was ready to kill this guy and completely extinguish his thoughts.

Bang Bang Bang ......

Hurried footsteps could be heard in the distance.

He immediately turned his head and saw a strange panicked man in a Scottish Highland pleated skirt and a South American cape rushing out of the jungle.

Before Hoffa could react, what was going on.

Bang!!

A crisp shot rang out from behind.

A man in a kilt fell to the ground.

It was then that Hoffa recognized that this man was not the official of the Ministry of Magic who had received him into the Quidditch World Cup camp in the morning.

He rushed over and helped the man to his feet. I saw that he was trembling, he was hit by a bullet in the back, and the location of his wound was emitting strange green smoke.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Hoffa, shocked.

"If you fall asleep, you will die if you fall asleep...... If you fall asleep, you'll die!!"

The man grabbed his arm tightly, his expression was hideous, and his lips trembled and repeated, "Sleep...... Die...... Fall asleep....... Dead ......"

"What? what did you say?" Hoffa did not understand.

His eyes widened and he was silent.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?"

Hoffa shook him vigorously, but the man's body disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye under his shaking, first his back, then his arms, and finally his head, all of which were eroded by the wound on his back, and turned into splinters and dust.

He jerked his head up, and in the night fog, a guy dressed like he had been when the theater was destroyed was standing in the fog. He wore a metal birdcage and an antique black military uniform, scrawny and held a pistol.

It's this weird-looking person again, and Hoffa gasps.

He had seen this strange outfit in the memory of the god of nightmares, those who were controlled by Sylby fifty years ago, this kind of dress, did they come for themselves? Or did they say that they had not returned for a long time, and the world line had begun to collapse?

In the fog, the man with the birdcage fired a shot, turned the gun without hesitation, and pulled the trigger again at Little Barty who was in a daze in the open space.

Bang!!

Bullets glowing green out.

Hoffa's face changed, and he didn't hesitate to fly up and kick little Barty away, and then pounced on the man in the mist.

A shot missed, and the strange man with the head of the birdcage was shot out by Hoffa and slammed to the ground.

"Who are you!?"

Hoffa lifted him up, and the man weighed not even fifty kilograms, which was very light.

"The Rescuer (German)"

The man wearing the strange birdcage said calmly.

"Did you burn down my theater?"

Hoffa asked sharply.

"Hmph. ”

The man under the cage looked at him with a fool's eye with a deep disdain in his eyes, and then his body quickly swelled, as if it was inflated.

Hoffa had a premonition that something was wrong and threw him away like an electric shock.

The man's body exploded in the distance.

I saw a violent flash of green light, without the slightest sound, and the trees and tents within a radius of dozens of meters, including the man himself, all turned into dust and slowly floated down.

Hoffa frowned and walked over to the clearing, billowing green smoke eroding the land with a crackling sound.

Soon, the dust and smoke dispersed, and there was nothing within a radius of dozens of meters, except for a bombed crooked birdcage that fell to the ground, and some green smoke slowly rose from the birdcage.

He only touched the birdcage with his hand slightly, and the smoke corroded his hand into holes, and he retracted his palm in pain.

Dead, it's as simple as that?

Hoffa looked at his palm, thinking of the disdainful smile that the guy had before he died, and he always felt that things were not so simple.

So he spread his wings behind his back, and with little Barty's hellish expression, he soared into the sky and came to a height of several hundred meters.

In the whistling Welsh night sky, he closed his eyes, and all the places within a radius of several kilometers were shrouded in his spiritual power.

Cheering crowds, shuttle broomsticks, and ...... Hundreds of men with torches in the mist. They stood on the periphery of the Quidditch pitch, one every 100 meters, holding torches, waiting quietly.

Hoffa opened his eyes and gasped.

He couldn't help but think of what happened in the theater last time, when he was a fortune boy in the theater. Attracted a bunch of Muggles who wanted to get it unsecurely, only to be served in a pot. Thousands of people were reduced to dust, and their bones were gone. Muggles didn't even know that someone was dead or missing.

And this time...... There were hundreds of guys dressed in the same costume, and he surrounded the big Quidditch pitch, and he realized that maybe the man who blew himself up just now was not coming at him, but where there were many people, he was a complete terrorist.

Damn it!

Thinking that Voldemort's target Harry Potter was still watching the game, he didn't dare to hesitate at all, and after landing on the ground, he immediately rushed to the court, and when he passed by Barty Jr., he instructed Barty Jr., "You find a place to hide first." ”

"Mr. Bach, Mr. Bach, where are you going?"

Little Barty called anxiously behind him, "When are you going to take me to my master?"

Hoffa didn't answer, and the glittering vines were untied by him, and then, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared in place.

......

......

"Now the two of them are going hand in hand!, who will win!?"

"It's close, it's close!"

"Oh no, Lin Qi fell to the ground!"

"The Golden Snitch, Victor Krum has caught the Golden Snitch, oh my God, my God!!"

"Ireland wins!"

In the stadium, the victory was decided, and Ludo Bagman shouted frantically and dazedly, "Krum caught the Golden Snitch, but Ireland won - oh my God, I don't think anyone expected this to happen!!"

The scoreboard flashed with the scoreline, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience didn't seem to realize what was going on. Then, slowly, like a giant jet speeding up, the Irish supporters grew louder and louder, and finally erupted into a myriad of shouts of joy.

"Now, with the Irish players circling the pitch in the company of their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup trophy has been sent to the top box!" said Bagman's bell-like voice.

The players of the Irish team danced with joy as their mascots rained gold showers at them. Flags were waved everywhere in the stadium, cameras flashed brightly, and the Irish national anthem sounded from all directions.

Anxious, Hoffa walked past a crowd of flag-waving fanatical fans and approached Nicol Lemay.

When Nicol Lemay saw him coming, he got up from his chair excitedly, "Boy, did you see the last scene? It's so exciting, it's full of twists and turns, and grabbing the snitch doesn't rewrite the game!"

"How long does it take for the carrion poison to kick in?"

Without saying a word, Hoffa pressed Nicol Lemay on the shoulder.

"Huh?" said Nicol Lemay, confused, "what did you say?"

Hoffa reached out and handed the twisted iron birdcage to Nicol Lemay's nose, and at this moment, the cage was still surrounded by a faint green smoke, the smoke made a sizzling sound on his skin, constantly corroding his skin, but it was quickly repaired by the Bloodline's ability.

Nicol Lemay's expression gradually changed from exuberance to consternation and finally fear when he saw the birdcage. He sat down in his chair with his ass slumped, his face as white as paper, and his forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

Hoffa: "I was just outside, someone blew himself up and attacked me, and there was no dust left in a radius of dozens of meters, is this rotting corpse poison?"

Nicol Lemay stared at him blankly.

Hoffa said angrily, "Speak, how long will it take for the carrion poison to break out, will the entire stadium be poisoned?"

Nikolame was awakened by Hoffa's roar, he wiped the cold sweat from his head and shook his head, "No... No way... Poisoning 100,000 people, there is no such thing in the world......"

"And what is this?"

"I ...... I haven't studied, I haven't studied, probably not, but it feels a bit like the alchemical nature of carrion poison ....."

As they spoke, the Bulgarian and Irish teams finished receiving their prizes and walked out of the Quidditch pitch in a crowd of people singing and cheering, leprechauns darling over their heads, waving lanterns and giggling and laughing.

Worst!

Think of the hundreds of terrorists waiting outside the Quidditch pitch.

Hoffa secretly exclaimed, if it wasn't the poison of the carrion, was it planning to blow people up directly?

He didn't hesitate to drag Nicol Lemay towards the top box, but when he got back to the top box, Harry Potter and the others were already gone. Looking down through the top glass of the corridor, good guys, every 100 meters outside the stadium, a grand carnival is being held.

At the center of the revelry were a few revealing women waving Irish flags, who were held high into the sky by several large men with strong bodies.

In the air, the woman's body suddenly turned into countless brilliant gold coins and flowers, scattered in all directions.

The onlookers didn't know what was going on, they just blindly immersed themselves in the carnival at the end of the final and the stimulation of the gold coins, squatting down and grabbing the money in a noisy manner.

Hoffa's face behind the top glass turned white, and in his opinion, where was the picture of a beautiful woman turning into money, it was clearly a man in black wearing a birdcage bursting in the crowd.

The silent green light flickered, taking hundreds of lives in the blink of an eye, and those who thought they were robbing the money did not make the slightest sound, and evaporated directly into ashes.

However, under the packaging of some kind of transfiguration, the ashes turned into more eye-catching flowers and gold coins, which made people not perceive the horror at all, but poured forward one after another, giggling and laughing.

Under the night sky, countless silver points of light flew, and they were souls who didn't know what to do.

Nicol Lemay sat on the ground frightened by this tragic scene, and Hoffa barely held on to the glass to prevent himself from falling, and it was the first time he had seen such a grandiose and extremely hidden way of killing in his life.

Silent Massacre!!

"What to do?

Nicolame got up from the ground without a master, "That's it....... In this way, Harry Potter will die, and Barty Jr. may also die!"

Hoffa closed his eyes and bit his lip to calm himself down:

"Someone is using Transfiguration to change the environment, he turns a terrifying explosion into beautiful fireworks, if you can't find the source of magic, here..... Over here..... Probably 100,000 people will be killed silently...... The source of Transfiguration must be found!"

"The cage, the cage!"

Nicol Lemay suddenly pointed to the iron birdcage in Hoffa's hand and shouted: "That's the cage that people wore fifty years ago, and they can share dreams." ”

Sharing dreams?

Without hesitation, Hoffa put the mutilated cage on his head.

Click!!

It's as if the heart has been struck with a giant hammer.

A crack appeared in his cohesive spirit.

Large, invisible eyes suddenly opened behind him.

A familiar aura quickly enveloped him, one he had experienced once many, many years ago, it was something mad, empty, desperate, tearing everything apart—the Void Dragon.

The worst of the past came flooding back to him, and Hoffa ripped off the cage as he stared at the top in disbelief, breath coming from the highest point of the Quidditch pitch.

"Grindelwald!?"

Monstrous hatred welled up in my heart.

With six wings on his back, he slammed open the dome of the box on the top floor of the Quidditch pitch.

Under the huge moon.

On top of the smooth mirror-like canopy of the stadium, a man with his head firmly locked in a cage sits cross-legged on the top.

He was scrawny, dressed in a shabby black robe, and his waterfall-white hair hung down from his shoulders and drained into a stream on the ground.

Despite aging a lot, despite not seeing him for many years, Hoffa recognized him at a glance.

And he opened his eyes and smiled slightly:

"Long time no see, Bach. ”