Hoffa looked at the god of nightmares and slowly closed his eyes.

"Okay, let's end it completely. ”

He said lightly.

When I opened my eyes again, the god of nightmares was gone. He floated in the sky, not fully within Durmstran's range, and in his wheelchair, Sylby still holding his scepter intact, facing the statue of Salazar Slytherin.

But this time, Hoffa didn't move, he just floated in the sky, flapping his golden wings slowly. He knew that it was useless to go down, so he simply waited in the sky.

Silby on the ground looked at Hoffa in a wheelchair and gave him a wink with Delfina's face. The scepter rests on top of Salazar Slytherin's head. Salazar Slytherin's statue suddenly roared in pain, and that roar was full of the pain of mad torment.

"You're right, Salazar, the supreme thing in this world is power, and you are destined to have it, undo the curse, own me, own me," he stroked the pained face of the Salazar Slytherin statue with his dark iron hand, and the scepter pressed against the statue's lower abdomen.

Yes!!!

The statue's screams intensified.

With that scream, the ground rumbled and shook.

Hoffa flew above the sky and saw Durmstrang's ground tremble violently, with a tremor like an earthquake of magnitude 8, the three-headed giant snake sleeping under Durmstrang burst out of the ground, and the huge stones flew wildly, and the three-headed giant snake roared and swallowed the Silbylian on the ground with a wheelchair into his mouth.

Then, its three heads were raised in the air, and the left and right opened their huge mouths, and began to spew green flames into the sky.

On the Black Sea, black ships are moving fast.

Vladimir crouched on the side of the deck and brought a glass of water to the girl's mouth. At this moment, the transfiguration on Miranda's mouth had been unraveled, but her arms and thighs, especially her fingers, were firmly locked. She slumped on the side of the ship with a gloomy and desperate face, losing all her life, oblivious to the glass of water in Vladimir's hand.

Ossivia stood beside Miranda, watching with the other Durmstrang wizards as the loud roar and violent shaking of a thunderclap on the shore in the distance. Some of the Durmstrang wizards asked worriedly, "Does he really handle it?"

"Trust Hoffa, it's not the first time he's encountered this kind of thing, and I'm sure he can handle it. Ossivia said with a solemn expression.

The three-headed serpent swayed on the ground, two of its three mouths spitting flames. The mouth in the middle kept chewing, as if it was swallowing something.

Suddenly, the snake's body shook, and it didn't move.

The flames in the sky slowly extinguished.

Hoffa flapped his wings in the sky and looked at the serpent motionlessly, its mouth slowly stretched open. A tall, gray-haired man stood in the mouth of a snake, carrying a scepter.

"I've been waiting, man. ”

He said very politely to Hoffa.

But Hoffa was basically completely immune to all of Sylbi's expressions and words. No matter what he says, Hoffa won't care a word, and no matter what expression he uses, Hoffa won't care a word.

Time stopped the moment Sylby appeared, and as soon as he finished speaking, he was knocked out by a golden birdman, shattering the body of the great serpent, shattering the high walls of Durmstrang Academy, and flying all the way to the cliff in the distance, with a loud bang, Hoffa pressed the still skull in his hand against the cliff, and was deeply stuck in it.

Then, he let go of his hand, and the shuriken light flashed hundreds of times in an instant.

Sylby's newborn body shattered into tens of thousands of pieces in the blink of an eye, and Hoffa flapped his wings and retreated rapidly, landing more than ten meters away from Sylby.

Time starts flowing again.

The blood in the shards began to rush wildly, and the stones on the cliff rumbled and fell, but Hoffa still did not move, nor did he leave, he just stood in place with the cross sword, waiting quietly.

In the air, there was a soft murmur.

"Do you know I'm not dead, how do you feel it, you must feel my spiritual force field, right? Haha, that's it, Hoffa, you've really grown up, look at your current spirit, it reminds me of the snow-capped mountains in the East."

There was a vague echo in the air.

Hoffa stared expressionlessly at the dense fragments on the ground, and at this moment, those fragments were slowly gathering towards one place under the traction of unknown forces.

"Do you know why Salazar Slytherin's curse worked for me?"

There was a vague voice in the blood clot.

"Because that curse is against my soul, my spirit. After going through so much, you can also understand that the mental torture is far more than the physical torture to some extent. ”

The wriggling blood clot gradually took on the shape of a person, and he opened his bloody mouth and said: "Heh, it's a pity, your transfiguration technique is effective in the face of those ordinary wizards, but in the face of wizards like me, you can't kill me. You are too biased, the student of Hoffa is not a good student."

Little by little, Sylby got up from the ground as he spoke. The blood on his body was rapidly healing, and he had reverted back to the way he had been when he had been born, and even had an ornate robe.

Hoffa took a deep breath and time came to an abrupt end.

Sylby's newly healed head was cut off, and Hoffa had six wings on his back and turned into a giant thunderbird, and he took the head with it and galloped off into the distance. In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of hundreds of kilometers and landed in the Siberian wilderness in the far north, where he turned back into human form and threw his head in the snow. Countless dense stone hands stretched out of the snow and clasped their heads.

Time is flowing again.

Sylby's head fell on the snow, he looked at the vast snowfield around him, and sighed, "Brother, if I were you, I would have learned a little bit of spirit-related black magic in advance, but it's too late now."

A headless corpse fell from the sky and landed on the snow, and began to fumble around, eventually reaching its own head and placing the severed head around its neck. Because of Ishite, it couldn't put that head on, so it simply put Ishiteite on its neck.

So, the handsome man in the ornate robe turned into an inexplicable guy with a dense stone hand head, and he even looked a little funny. But in the face of this funny, Hoffa couldn't laugh.

He had only seen such a crazy scene in a fantasy, but this was not an illusion, this was magic, the purest magic.

As a library of forbidden spells, Sylby has endless forbidden spells, and he can only transfigurate and the power of time, and does not know how to crack spells, even if he can, it is pointless in the face of an existence like Sylby, after all, it only takes one move for him to kill Miranda.

"Salazar Slytherin's curse has been broken by me, and what spiritual magic in the world can harm me? Sylby, who was holding the head of the stone hand, said lightly: "I'm sorry Hoffa, you have worked hard, but I am invincible." ”

Hoffa didn't want to say a word, what he could say was already finished, and he reluctantly raised his hand and decided to activate the power of time again.

"The world helps me!!" Sylby snarled suddenly.

Hoffa felt his fingers slip, and it felt like walking with a sudden step on the air and stepping into a slippery slide, which was uncomfortable. In the same way, his power of time, though still functioning, is like the dense gears of a machine that have become slippery and greasy due to years of wear and tear.

In that slippery space, Sylby, who had fallen into a state of stagnation, moved again, and with his movements, his flesh quickly aged, from a young man to an old man with a gray beard.

From raising a fist, to swinging a fist, to turning a fist into a giant dragon hand, and finally to hitting Hoffa's chest, it took less than a second to go back and forth at the same time.

Rumble!!

Hoffa was smashed and flew down.

The old man jumped high, his neck bulging high like a toad, and his neck was filled with bright red and shiny scorching heat.

Vomit!!

He opened his mouth wide and frantically spewed magma-thick flames at Hoffa.

The Hoffa Dragon's fist blasted out, flying in the air for hundreds of meters before slowly coming to a halt in the snow.

Is it snow?

It doesn't seem to be anymore, the snow is melting fast, why? Is it the flame that spits out of the mouth of the old man in the distance? If so, what is the matter with the grass that grows?

The thought just flashed through his mind, and then Hoffa jumped. Dodged the flames that were almost as thick as lava.

He looked up at the gray-haired old man in the distance, and saw that he was also holding his arms, panting. The smell of sulfur and black smoke billowed out of his mouth. Beside him, the snow and ice melted rapidly, and the grass grew rapidly, and within a few seconds it withered again, decaying and dying. The same corruption did not last long, the grass grew again, and in the blink of an eye, countless cycles were repeated.

Hoffa understood how Sylby had moved through the passage of time.

Even at this moment, he had to admire this opponent's combat awareness and talent for witchcraft.

Sylby gasped and said proudly on the other side: "See, brother, although I can't control time, but my mental force field can hedge the impact of the rules on me, in my mental force field control, the speed of time will be a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times in a normal state, so that even if you slow down time, I have room to fight back."

He laughed again and said. "It's terrible, Bach, this punch has given me eighty years of life, and if it weren't for me, how many people in the world would be able to bear it, be proud. ”

"Say, say it's time. ”

Hoffa said lightly.

Sylby sneered disdainfully, "Are you sure it's taking my time? It seems that you don't understand POWER well enough!"

He jerked his arms forward, and without a spell, Hoffa felt a tremendous squeeze in his face, a squeeze far greater than the pressure of the apparition, like the squeeze of hundreds of tons of seawater.

It's some kind of unfathomable space magic, Hoffa thought to himself.

The surroundings quickly darkened, the space quickly circulated around them, countless lights were fleeting, and soon, Hoffa felt empty under his feet, and he had wings on his back, allowing himself to levitate in the air.

The cold wind in Siberia is gone, the air is filled with the warmth of clouds, and the warm wind blows in the face. Flying high in the sky, Hoffa saw the clouds in the sky, Sylby on the other side of the clouds. and cities beneath the clouds.

The city has an ancient atmosphere, it is the ancient pyramids on the banks of the Nile, the streets with yellow sand flying, and the dense crowd walks around the city with baskets on their heads, not knowing that there are two more people in the sky overhead.

When Hoffa saw such a dense population, his heart sank. He looked at Sylby, and Sylby looked at him and smiled slightly, the power of time stagnation still stayed on Sylby, and in the middle of a smile, his face became even older, and age spots crawled all over his face.

Hofa's eyes widened, and he galloped towards Sylby with his sword.

"Taboo, life deprivation!"

Sylby spat out a few words lightly.

Seen from above, on the ground of Cairo, a huge green triangular eye appeared, and the eye was made up of countless and crazy mouth patterns. The pattern was so large and intricate that no one in Cairo could see it in its entirety, only the mouth that opened and closed on the ground.

The mouth pattern attracted the attention of the dense crowd on the street, who crouched down curiously and looked at the inexplicable pattern on the street. The green light on the mouth gradually dazzling, and the green light illuminated the bodies of the crowd, and countless dots of green light penetrated from their bodies, flying straight into the air. Gathering towards Sylby's body, illuminated by green light, Sylby's old body quickly filled, the age spots on his face disappeared, his arms became thick in time, and even from thick to delicate, even his hair became extremely shiny.

Correspondingly, there are countless Muggles in the entire city of Cairo who have inexplicably withered and died, they are dozens of years old in the blink of an eye, and some even fall to the ground and die directly because of the withering, turning into dried corpses.

Hoffa looked at this scene with a blank expression.

Boom!!

The cross sword slashed at a transparent magic sword.

Under the transparent magic sword, an extremely young boy slowly raised his head, it was a boy who looked only twelve or thirteen years old.

"How. Sylby, who has become a super young version, said lightly: "Now, the person who pays the bill is there, can you have a good fight?"

(End of chapter)