Helheim, the land of the dead. A round of black stars twinkled, obscuring the white stars on the other side like a black hole.

After Hofa looked at the top exit, the man who kept frogging but couldn't jump out, and felt that if even the developer of the resurrection, Cadmus Peverell, was hung on the path of thorns, then could he, who also had similar thoughts, escape the eyes of death?

It wasn't until Barty Jr. nudged him that he came to his senses.

Barty Jr.: "She's gone. ”

It turned out that when he looked at the frog-jumping man, the silver-haired ghost had quietly floated down the path of thorns, and at this moment it was almost impossible to see the human figure.

"Ah, Aglaia, wait for me. ”

Hoffa hurriedly waved his hand and chased back, but when he chased back to the bottom of the path of thorns, the silver-haired ghost climbed up the long-eared rabbit floating in the sky and flew straight down, not caring about Hoffa and Little Barty at all.

"What should I do?"

A cold wind blew, and the abandoned two looked at the abyss under their feet, looked at each other, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Hoffa didn't expect Aglaia to leave them like this, and he said he would leave without bringing his head back. ruthlessly, he couldn't guess what was going on in her heart.

Just as they didn't know what to do, there was another gurgling sound from above, and a huge boulder rolled down from the height of the path of thorns, and crashed into the stone pillar at the bottom of the platform with a thud.

In a short time, a man with bronze muscles came down from a high place, came to the side of the huge stone, pressed the stone with his hand, lifted it with great effort, and then rolled the boulder, pushing it up a slope;

"Huh, uncle?"

Seeing hope, Hoffa hurried to Sisyphus's side, bent down and asked the sweaty man under the huge stone, "Excuse me, how should we go down here?"

Sisyphus, who was pushing the stone, glanced at him, "Jump down." ”

"It's so high, you're going to die if you jump. ”

Barty Jr. said immediately.

"But you're dead. Sisyphus said, continuing to push the stone hard like a husk.

"This ......" Barty Jr. wanted to ask something, but there seemed to be no way to refute it.

Hoffa nodded hurriedly, "I understand, thank you uncle." ”

Sisyphus ignored him and continued to push the stone upwards, with only the stone in his eyes.

The two of them walked to the bottom of the path of thorns, turning back three times at a time, walking and walking, Hoffa couldn't stop the doubts in his heart, and went back to catch up with Sisyphus, who was pushing the stone, "Wait a minute, uncle." ”

"Huh?"

"Why don't you jump?"

The man pushing the stone smiled and asked, "Why did I jump?" ”

"Your feet are broken like this," Hoffa pointed to his fleshy feet, "and this stone... How many years have you been pushing? ”

Sisyphus laughed even more happily when he asked, and he took the boulder on his shoulder, stopped on the path of thorns, and asked Hoffa with a smile: "Do you think that the people on this road are miserable?"

Listening to the screams of Prometheus in the distance, Hoffa couldn't help but nod his head and said with concern: "It's too miserable." ”

"No," Sisyphus shook his head, "the really miserable people are those below, pain and exhaustion are better than insensitivity." Lo and behold, this is the job at hand, and although it has been failing, it is also a goal. ”

With that, he smiled and pushed the stone and walked slowly up the hill, with heavy, steady steps, towards a kind of torture that he never knew the end of.

Hoffa thoughtfully returned to Barty Jr.

Little Barty nervously asked him, "Is that guy telling the truth, this place can really jump? ”

Without saying a word, Hoffa kicked little Barty in the ass, and with the sound of little Barty crying wolf as he fell into the abyss, Hoffa also jumped off the path of thorns.

They fell to the ground like meteors, passed thousands of meters in the air in the blink of an eye, and fell to the ground like leaves. It felt like jumping a centimeter of steps, without any waves, Sisyphus really didn't lie to him, and there was no second death in the realm of the dead.

But instead of the gloomy pancreatic island of Aglaia, they landed on an island in the shape of a heart the size of a football field, with the sun and moon shining in the sky at the same time, and there was not a single bug on the ground.

"Hey, it's fine. ”

Barty Jr. rolled over and got up, touched his body twice, then pulled Hofa up again, and asked, "Mr. Bach, are you going to get out of here?"

"Don't you always ask me when I'm going to go?"

Hoffa thought of Aglaia, who had abandoned him, and was full of sadness: "How good it is here, there are no troubles, no opponents." ”

"No, there's nothing to do here, I'm not comfortable. Barty Jr. said.

"Cheap bones. ”

Hoffa took a sip.

"Don't you feel that way, once you have nothing to do? Will you panic, can't you?"

"Nope,"

Hoffa refused, but in fact, he couldn't help but have some agreement in his heart. He didn't know how long he was going to stay in this void, but if he didn't do anything, it was definitely not his style.

Bang Bang Bang!

A tsunami-like applause suddenly erupted in his ears, startling Hoffa.

When I turned my head, I saw a tall arc arena in the distance, and the applause and cheers were coming from that building.

The environment was a far cry from the gloomy pancreatic island of Aglaia, the buildings were majestic, the ground was solid, and countless ghosts poured in from all directions, excited to enter the huge gladiatorial arena.

Hoffa remembered that this was what Arvada had called "a place of entertainment", and he was curious about what this place was, but when he met little Barty, he took him to find Aglaia, and this curiosity was gone.

He didn't expect that after jumping off the path of thorns, he would fall here.

......

......

Hogwarts, Defence Against the Dark Arts Office.

At this moment, it is already winter, and snowflakes are falling from the sky one by one, tirelessly piling up on the window edges.

The fireplace crackled and burned, but Miller Goshak, who was sitting at the fireplace, didn't feel any warmth, unsure if it was because his body was too old, or if the damn creature had been gone for months.

He sat behind his desk with Alastor Moody's body, looking at a letter in front of him with a gloomy face, playing with a sharp dagger in his hand, his fingers on the sharpness of the dagger, touching it and retracting it. His expression was very hesitant.

Mixed with the crackling of pine wood in the fireplace, there was some kind of faint crying in the room, which continued and changed from time to time. At first, Miller was able to maintain a barely calm spell, but gradually, he became impatient.

"Don't yell, I'm upset. ”

Finally, he couldn't help but stand up, strode over to the box in the room, and pulled it open.

In the box, two men lay flat on two beds, silently, and the cry came from a vague figure kneeling on the edge of a bed: she cried and shouted: "Little master, little master... You're waking up, you're waking up. ”

"I told you not to shout, can't you hear?"

Miller shouted angrily.

"Woo.....oooooo I can't ..... it."

The elf glanced back at him, tears and snot streaming down her face, and she sobbed, unable to stop crying.

"Don't shout, tell me how he's doing?"

Miller asked impatiently.

"The characteristics of life are getting weaker and weaker. ”

The house-elf cried and sobbed, "Half a month ago, breathing was really normal, but now, they breathe a few times a day, I... I really don't know what to do... Woo-ahhhh

The cry grew louder and louder, a trace of anger flashed in Miller's eyebrows, he stretched out a palm, grabbed and threw it in the air, and the crying house-elf was thrown into the corner, let out a wail, and immediately passed out.

The crying finally died down.

There was silence in the box.

Miller took control of Alastor Moody's body and slowly approached the two men in the box, one of whom had ginger hair, the other a bald middle-aged man.

Miller came to the bald middle-aged man and took his hand, his hand was densely covered with old markings and meridians, it looked like the hand of a fifty-year-old man, in less than a few months, the young man lying on the hospital bed was in his twenties, almost aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Next to the unconscious, bald middle-aged man, there was a bloody parchment, which was the sacrificial circle that had been sent to Helheim.

Miller picked up the parchment, looking hesitant.

Hofa's guy lost contact with him less than a day after entering Helheim, and he didn't come back at the appointed time, and he didn't know what happened to him in the underworld, and he didn't know how long it would take for the body in front of him to completely decay and collapse due to the loss of life.

Do you want to do something?

Are you going to the underworld to get him back?

He fell into a hesitation.

Knock knock...!

A sharp knock on the door woke him from his musings, and he looked outside the house to see that it was approaching dusk.

Knock knock!

The knock on the door became more urgent.

Impatiently, he put away the parchment, closed the box, opened the office, and walked out.

As soon as the door opened, Miller saw greasy black hair like a kitchen curtain that had not been washed in ten years, and underneath the hair was a pair of deep eyes and a daunting hooked nose.

After being at Hogwarts for so long, Miller had already recognized all the professors, including the cold, greasy Potions professor, Head Slytherin. But Miller was contemptuous of most of the Hogwarts professors, with the exception of Dumbledore.

"Severus?" Miller said in the tone of an elder, "what are you here for?"

Severus Snape frowned in displeasure: "Dumbledore asked me to inform you that you must come to tonight's Christmas Eve Ball, and professors from other schools have also come." ”

"Prom?" Miller furrowed his eyebrows, "Isn't that everyone knows, so you need to come and talk to me?"

"Maybe you're afraid you won't find a dance partner?"

Severus Snape's tone was tinged with a hint of sarcasm, "If you can find it." ”

"Hmph. ”

Miller snorted, noncommittal.

"At night, you might have to pack up this Auror outfit. Pointing to Moody's (Miller's) clothes, he handed Miller what looked like an invitation to him, and then turned away, not in the slightest, and did not seem to have anything to do with him.

"Little Things ......"

Miller closed the door, glanced at the pale blue envelope in his hand, threw it on the desk with little interest, and sat down in his chair with a long sigh.

It's Christmas Eve, and it stands to reason that he should have completed his mission long ago, and he went back and forth from where, but Hoffa's disappearance had to make him tied to this post, unable to move.

Knock knock!

Before he could sit on his ass, the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office rang again. Miller grew impatient, and he felt that it was a major mistake in his life to come to Hoffa.

Syllable!!

Miller pulls the door open.

This time, there was a third-year Gryffindor student standing outside the door, and a middle-aged man with meticulous combed hair.

"This is Professor Moody's office. The Gryffindor student said, "Professor, this Mr. Crouch has something to do with you. ”

"Director of International Affairs, Barty Crouch?"

Miller looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with meticulous hair and an unusually decent smile, and asked in amazement, "What is the matter with you coming to me?"

"I'm looking for someone. ”

Said the meticulous man with his hair combed.

"Who are you looking for?" asked Miller, with an unkind look.

Barty Crouch didn't answer his question, but first gently said to the students around him who were leading the way, "Thank you for leading the way, Daniel, I have a few words to say to your defense professor." ”

"Okay, you talk to Professor Moody slowly, I'm going to the prom. The Gryffindor student simply waved his arms and left the office.

After the student left, the smile on the middle-aged man's face suddenly disappeared, and he pushed Miller into the office without saying anything, kicked the door shut, and then slapped Miller in the face.

Syllable!!

"Bastard shame thing, what are you doing here?"

Old Barty Crouch, who had just smiled very decently, looked at Miller very fiercely as if he had changed at the moment.

Miller was stunned by the slap, and he covered his face and looked in disbelief at the guy who had suddenly slapped himself.

After the slap, Barty Crouch directly pulled out his wand and stared at Miller with a cold face: "How many people know about you?

Before Miller could react, Barty Crouch Sr. was already rummaging through his office, bending down to look under the desk and opening the cabinet where his clothes were stored, not thinking of himself as an outsider in the slightest.

Miller rubbed his face, and gradually came back to his senses, he glanced at the box in his office, and knew in his heart that this guy must be his son, Barty Crouch Jr.

When he couldn't find it, Barty Sr. threw the sheet in his hand and raised his wand to Miller: "Hand over Mad-Eye Moody, and then come home with me immediately." ”

"Who told you?"

Miller asked with an unkind look.

"Who told me, fool, do you think I don't know anything about your tricks, and say, are you going back to your master who is going to die?"

Barty Crouch Sr. said as he reached out to punch Miller. But the raised hand blow was easily dodged by Miller.

"You dare to hide, you are really capable!"

Old Barty hated the iron and scolded angrily: "Do you know how much effort I put into wiping your ass, if I hadn't been out of the relationship, the Quidditch World Cup alone would have been enough for you to be kissed by the Dementors a hundred times!"

"I'm not your son. ”

Miller said bluntly.

"And say you're not!?

Old Barty waved his wand in rage, and a gray spell ray erupted from his wand and struck Miller in the face.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Miller's eyes, and he rubbed his hands together, and when he raised his hand, he interrupted Old Barty's spell. Shatter the gray petrification spell into invisibility.

"What kind of eyes are you, stinky boy, don't think you dare to do anything to me with a little magic, I'm your father......"

Before the word father could finish speaking, Barty Crouch Sr.'s whole body suddenly floated. The wand he was holding in his hand also flew out of his hand and fell into Miller's hand, and with a wave of his wand in his backhand, Old Barty's limbs twisted into an eerie arc in the air.

"You... You... You rebel!"

Old Barty bit out the blood from his teeth and yelled angrily, "You dare to do it to me!?"

"Who told you that!?"

Miller's face was as cold as iron, "If it weren't for someone tipping the news, you wouldn't have known that someone was pretending to be Moody, say!"

"You!?"

Old Barty Crouch's eyes widened, and he looked carefully at the cold face in front of him, and became frightened, "You..... You're not my son..... You're not a mad-eyed man, who are you?"

"It's too late to react now. ”

Miller tightened his palms, and Barty Crouch, the old man who was floating in the air, tightened his neck, his eyes bulged, and he gradually couldn't breathe.

At this moment, the box in the room clicked open, and the house-elf with a bruised head came out of the box with his head covered his head.

As soon as she got out, she saw a middle-aged man floating in the air, and after being stunned for a second, she let out a piercing and high-pitched scream, as if she had seen a ghost, and crawled in front of the murderous Miller, knelt down and hugged Miller's thigh, crying: "Please, please, don't kill my master, don't kill my master!"

"Fuck off, shiny. ”

Miller raised his foot and kicked Twinkle away, and continued to hold old Barty and asked, "Don't say who gave you the news, believe it or not, I'll kill you directly?"

"Uh....."

Old Barty's face was pale, floating in the air, and he was speechless. He clutched his neck and pushed his legs desperately.

The kicked Twinkle pounced back without hesitation, hugged Miller's thigh again, and cried quickly, "The life and death of the little master are unknown, and your friend is about to die, at this time, how can you still care about other things, you go and find a way to save your friend!!"

"You say it again!?"

Miller jerked his head down, staring viciously at the house-elf holding his thigh.

However, the house-elf did not back down at all, she grabbed Miller's wooden leg tightly, like a drowning man grasping the last straw: "I said, don't you have the kung fu to find a way to save your friend, why should you be embarrassed by others in other things......

A man and an elf looked at each other for a moment.

"Huh... Haha..."

Miller smiled self-deprecatingly, but was the first to lose.

Thinking of Hoffa, who was waiting to die in the box, he waved his hand casually and threw Barty Crouch Sr. aside like garbage, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Flashing and crawling, she threw herself down beside Old Barty and pressed hard against his chest.

Millergoshak stood there and muttered to himself: "Yes, I don't care who tells you the news, you're going to die anyway... I'm going to die..."

After talking to himself, he instructed Twinkle, "Give me the evening dress, I need a party." ”