The sky was filled with a wild and uncanny fog, like a sign of doom, and rubble rolled on the ground. The dark clouds completely obscured the moonlight, making it impossible to see a glimmer of light and hope.

Transfiguration teacher Ossivia stumbled and clutched her forearms and ran towards Hogwarts Castle. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, one arm was bent into three pieces, and her left calf was broken.

As she approached the hunting ground, she fell to the ground. The severe pain in her body made her almost unable to walk, but at this time, her mind was unusually clear.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of her father, and probably this was the same scene when he escaped from the Siberian ice field.

This is probably the lowest moment of her life, but it is also the moment when she can understand life best.

Many times in the past, she was immersed in the pain that her family had suffered, and she could not extricate herself. She always tries to feel the suffering of her family, and fantasizes that the pain should be borne by herself.

But when she herself did suffer the same pain, she found that there was something more important than that.

That's the goal.

She thinks of her father, Konstantin, only to find that he was accomplishing his goals until the end of his life.

Compared with the goal of life, those external sufferings can only be described in this way.

A life with a purpose that doesn't care about pain. Looking at the brightly lit castle in the distance, she suddenly felt relieved. The ghosts of her family burned in her heart and turned into strength, inspiring her to stand up and stride forward.

She must send back the news of the first principal's rebirth.

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.......

Inside Hogwarts School, Miranda and Aglaia are dragging heavy suitcases and following a group of students outside. Outside, they saw the sky flying sand and rocks outside.

Miranda didn't choose to follow up, she grabbed Aglaia and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Do you feel it?"

Aglaia: "Feel what?"

Miranda slowly took off her glasses, and the soft lines on her face were as cold as a knife:

"Just like the first day of school, there was an air of oppression, terror, wantonness, madness. There's guys here who want to come out. Horrible, horrible guy. ”

Aglaia reacted quickly: "Half-human king, it's still you." ”

"I'm not kidding you. Miranda turned her head coldly, "Do you have a mana recovery potion?"

Aglaea: "No, I forgot. ”

"No?"

Miranda's arm trembled slightly, and she said anxiously: "You don't know that Hoffa guy has magic like a dragon, and without magic he is almost as useless as a Muggle." ”

Aglaia stomped her feet: "How do I know that this guy has been lying in bed for a month and suddenly got up and looked for some demi-king...... There was no warning at all!"

"Damn. Miranda gritted her teeth and stopped at the door.

Aglaia thought for a moment: "Then what should we do, shall we go and help him now?"

"People don't know where they are, how can they help?"

Miranda's face gradually darkened.

At this time, Aglaia suddenly looked stunned, and she pushed Miranda violently, "Look." ”

With Aglaia's fingers, she looked up. I saw a figure stumbling out of the black fog, but it was a deformation teacher in a dark green robe, and at this moment, she was dragging her right leg, and her state was very bad.

"Professor Romanov?"

Miranda frowned and pulled Aglaia forward quickly.

"You...... You're friends with Hoffa, what are you doing here?"

Aglaia: "We're going to evacuate the school tomorrow, and we're helping the school move things." ”

Eyes swept to Osivia's legs and arms, and Aglaia was startled: "Hey, Professor, what's wrong with your body?"

Miranda crouched down without saying a word, her fingers touching Osivia's calf, fumbling as she quickly chanted the recovery spell.

Pressed down on the broken place, Osvia's face twitched in pain, but his tone was very steady:

"Hurry up, find Dumbledore and let him go to the Black Lagoon immediately. ”

"What's wrong, what's going on?"

"Hoffa's life is in danger. "The true Centaur King is just below the Black Lake. ”

Miranda snapped her fingers.

Aglaia hissed and gasped: "What did you say.....?

"Needless to say. Miranda interrupted her, "Where's Dumbledore?"

Aglaia: "I don't know, it looks like the Dean and the Ministry of Magic have a meeting tonight, but I've seen the Minister of Magic, maybe we should go to him." ”

"No, we should go to Dumbledore. Miranda vetoed Aglaia's suggestion.

Aglaia's tone was a little excited: "Miranda, it's about Hoffa's life." The school was almost paralyzed, and we had to find something to talk about it. ”

"Hey, the school hasn't closed down yet!" Miranda pressed Aglaia's shoulder, "Do you think the people at the Ministry of Magic will believe what you say, they won't believe anything, maybe they'll see the school destroyed!"

"Don't quarrel. ”

Ossivia said weakly.

"The matter is very urgent, and it is not something that can be solved by one person, you two, one of you find one, gather all the people who can be found, and don't let the crowd disperse. ”

"What about you?"

Miranda asked.

"I informed the Aurors to protect their students and evacuate to a safe location in the school. ”

"Good. ”

Miranda nodded to Aglaia, and the two of them ran in one direction.

But the two girls had barely taken a step when a bright light suddenly illuminated their side faces in the distance. The two stopped and looked out. In the direction of the Black Lake, an orange-red mushroom cloud rises into the sky.

Two seconds later, there was a booming bang.

The ground began to tremble, and the shards of glass on the castle tower shattered.

The two girls bent down sharply.

Aglaia: "What's the situation ......?"

Osivia's face turned pale: "Quick, find a place to hide." ”

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Hogwarts Tower, 10th floor Headmaster's Room.

The air shone with a faint silver frost and a bright silver glow, and a silver magical phoenix crouched on the conference table, as if it was napping.

The four deans sat on one side of the conference table with solemn expressions.

A bald middle-aged man in a black robe with a red scarf sat in the main seat, holding parchment in his hand and signing a pile of papers.

It was the newly appointed Minister of Magic for about half a year, Leonard Spencer Muen.

Behind him were two strong Aurors who were more than two meters tall, and behind the two Aurors were three black-cloaked creatures that were more than three meters tall and whose heads were almost reaching the ceiling.

The creature floated in midair, the tattered cloak beneath it was windless, revealing its pale, withered, rotting arms lurking beneath it.

In the air, some discrete matter slowly drifted into the black cloak.

It turned out to be three Dementors.

In the conference room, the atmosphere was cold and solemn.

After signing the document, the capable middle-aged man wearing a red scarf pushed the parchment forward, looked at the opposite side with his fingers crossed, and said lightly: "Sign it, Albus, after signing it, we can carry out the evacuation of students." ”

Looking at the parchment pushed from the smooth tabletop, Albus Dumbledore pushed his glasses and whispered, "Leonard, I think, wait a minute." ”

"What is there to wait for, now that the war in Europe is tight, I don't have time to argue with you here. ”

Dumbledore looked at the stack of papers in front of him and said, "It's not time yet, the scheduled evacuation time is the day after tomorrow." ”

The black-robed Minister of Magic said, "The sooner the better, don't you expect any miracle to happen?"

After he finished speaking, the chests of the three tall Dementors behind him straightened slightly, as if they wanted to pull something away with all their might.

But at the conference table, the silver phoenix looked up for a moment, and the three Dementors fell low again.

Dumbledore coughed, "The law gives me some time to think about it, and I want to use that time to wait for a miracle." ”

Leonard took a sip of coffee: "Albus, you and I have been friends for many years, so I won't talk nonsense." IMHO, it's pointless. The education decree has been signed, and the fate of this school is not something you can control. ”

"The rules are set by people, and the world is a world of people after all. ”

Dumbledore looked out the window, "I'd rather have hope if I could." ”

"Enough!"

The Minister of Magic slammed the table and stood up.

"Life is not a philosophical speech, Albus ......"

A bright light interrupted his words.

The Minister of Magic turned his head sharply to look, only to see a fire in the distance.

Albus Dumbledore stood abruptly and looked into the distance. Even the silver phoenix on the table raised its head suddenly.

The cups on the table began to hum ominously.

Dumbledore gave the order without hesitation.

"Horace, hurry up to the halls to evacuate the students and take them to the deepest crypt of Slytherin.

"Melles, you lead all the prefects and me out and activate the school's emergency shields. ”

The Minister of Magic snapped and asked, "What's going on!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a booming bang in the distance. The firelight completely illuminated the conference room, and the heads of the three Dementors drifted back a little.

Dumbledore pushed the door open, turned his head and said quickly, "If you don't want to die at Hogwarts, take your Aurors and come with me!"

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Mirror world.

On choppy waters.

The flames of the explosion rose into the sky, and Hoffa lay on the surface of the lake, pinching Sylby and roaring, "What the hell have you done?"

"You should ask yourself what exactly you chose. Sylby laughed, "First here, then outside, you, I, the teachers and students at Hogwarts, none of them can escape." ”

Hoffa choked him tightly, his heart beating fast in his chest like a giant drum,

"Are you going to die with the school?"

Sylby shook his head: "Life is not only about calculation, but also about luck, brother. I have done my best, even if I die, I will die in my post. I set this rule~"

Hofa's fingers trembled and he forcibly calmed down.

Sylby can't be left here, and it's up to him to wash away Armando's guilt. But you can't stay here, or Hogwarts will be destroyed, and everything you do will lose its meaning.

Gritting his teeth, he dragged Sylby's legs, grabbed the Hogwarts orb, and ran with all his might. As he ran, his back spread its massive metal wings, and his speed became lightning fast.

With a bang, he flew high and jumped off the lake in a sea of fire.

The world reversed, and in the next second, with a splash, Hoffa flew out of the black lake like a sharp arrow.

At this moment, the real world has turned into a sea of fire, and the explosion is heading towards the center of Hogwarts School.

The threat from the explosion of 10,000 tons of TNT made Hoffa unable to breathe, and the oxygen in the air was drained, and the temperature was only more than 100 degrees Celsius.

He held his breath and flapped his wings without hesitation, shooting towards Hogwarts Castle at great speed.

Above the castle hunting ground, he hovered sharply and turned.

A frenzied explosion came from afar, and in the Forbidden Forest, countless trees rose into the sky, and in the distance, the walls that the Aurors had built when they were at school turned into mottled fragments in the blazing fire.

Turning his head again, Hoffa heard a loud scream, it was coming from the castle. Countless students crowded the windowsills and doorways of the castle, running in panic and panic.

Ossivia led the other teachers and prefects out of the castle in an attempt to condense shields in the air.

"Do you look at them, do they look like a flock of sheep?"

High in the air, Sylby pointed to the panicked crowd and asked Hoffa excitedly.