By the time Barty and Hoffa stepped out of the carriage, the people outside were almost gone.

Hogwarts Castle in the distance still towers in the night, and there are too many secrets buried in the dark.

On the Black Lake, you can see the craggy water on the lake. It was hundreds of first-year freshmen who performed the traditional river crossing ceremony, led by a strong man whistling and with rough hair.

On the other side, hundreds of silent Thestrals pulled the carriage and slowly advanced through the rain, passing through the gate carved with winged boars and disappearing into the darkness.

"Do you want to keep up?"

On the platform, little Barty didn't move, and he asked the owl uneasily with an umbrella.

Standing in the cage, Hoffa looked at the dark castle of Hogwarts and shook his head: "No. ”

"Why not, not going we might miss the banquet. ”

"If I say no, I won't!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth, he couldn't explain it to Barty Jr.

Due to the fact that the strange Cedric Diggory had just been controlled, he did not dare to enter Hogwarts rashly. He wasn't quite sure what awaited him in the castle, and to be honest he had some shadows.

"Okay. ”

Barty Jr. stood still.

In the distance, there is a train manager carrying a lantern and wearing a black rain batch, swaying towards here, as if checking the train.

"Don't just stand, find a place to hide. Hoffa said cautiously.

"Yes. ”

Little Barty, with an umbrella in one hand and a cart in the other, walked towards the castle like a tool man, but before he could go up the steps, he turned a corner and walked towards a huge willow tree in the distance.

The willow tree had twisted spots on its body, and it looked like a huge face, and its branches were densely pointed upward, like thick octopus legs, constantly shaking in the rainstorm.

Hoffa knew that it was a beating willow, planted by Harry Potter's father, and that it didn't exist when Hoffa was in school.

Little Barty seemed to be familiar with the willow tree, however, and did not get too close to it, and when he was about fifty meters away from it, he bypassed it and came to the edge of the empty Forbidden Forest. Here, they could see an old stone house in the distance, and large pumpkins in the rainstorm.

"Is it okay here, Mr. Bach?" asked Barty Jr.

"Hmm. ”

"But... And then, how long are we going to stay here?"

Barty Jr. was confused.

The cage had turned into a rain hat, and Hoffa had changed from an owl to a human, and he stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, watching the lights of the castle in the distance, and he was still unsure who was controlling Cedric.

A certain cold air gradually spread over the hunting grounds, and the sound of bustling footsteps could be heard in the depths of the Forbidden Forest in the rainstorm, and the footsteps were mixed in the rain and could not be detected, but Hoffa still touched the source of the uneasiness at night, much like the uneasiness of the Quidditch World Cup.

Then.

......

“Sind alle gegangen?” (Are the people gone?)

“Sie sind alle gegangen.” (Walked out)

“K?nnen wir anfangen?” (Can I start?)

“Fangen wir an.” (Let's get started)

Someone was speaking in the Forbidden Forest, the language was German, and the voice was very low, and Hoffa narrowed his eyes and turned his head little by little.

Little Barty didn't hear the sound at all, he saw Hoffa looking behind him, so he asked curiously, "What's the matter, Ba .....?"

A finger was placed on his lips, blocking his room to speak: "Follow me, don't speak." Hofa whispered.

The two of them crept towards the location where the sound came from, and a few people in the dense forest were silent after the first few words, except for the sound of some stones rubbing against the ground.

Click, click, click...

Through the shadows of the dense forest, in the depths of the shadows, Hoffa saw a paradoxical picture, in the gloomy humus soil, three men in birdcage helmets kneeling in the darkness of the depths of the Forbidden Forest, naked and silent, each of them holding a sharp knife in his hand, and under him was a row of stones coded in a circular pattern.

The lightning flashed, and I saw them all raise their sharp knives together, slowly stabbed into their chests, and drew a ring, a triangle, and a vertical bar on their chests.

Blood poured out of their pale bodies, but there was not much pain on their faces, but rather a deep sense of relief.

Blood mixed with rain flowed into the circle on the ground, and spread silently, rising layers of blood mist in the air. The red mist burned silently over their bodies as thick as flames.

A bitter cold wind blew from an unknown place, causing countless frost to condense on the surface of the surrounding leaves and shrubs at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Hoffa's face changed and changed, it was some kind of ritual, similar to the blood symbol that the old hunting ground keeper Joey had drawn on his hand to open Helheim, but it was different.

What are these people calling.

Seeing that the bodies of more than three of them were shriveling down at a speed visible to the naked eye, little Barty stepped back in some panic.

Hoffa pressed his head, and the hat on his head quickly transformed into a birdcage identical to that of the Sacrifice Trio, and then he quickly walked out of hiding place and walked towards the Sacrifice Trio.

The three people bathed in the red flames looked stunned when they saw Hoffa.

"Hey, what are you doing here, didn't the master say the plan was postponed?" Hoffa said in fluent German, he didn't know what the three men were doing, only that they were Grindelwald's men.

"The master only arranged for the three of us to open the door, what are you doing here?" said a shriveled man weakly in the burning red blood mist.

"Open the door, open what?"

Hoffa stepped forward and asked, "Where is the master now?"

"The host was in... Wait, how can I not detect your mind. In the middle of the circle, one of the men pointed alarmistly at the iron cage on Hoffa's head.

Hoffa: "What?"

"He's not our man. ”

One of them stood up abruptly, released his palm, and screamed in the red flames: "Change the coordinates, don't let the master come!"

As soon as the words fell, the three of them crawled out of the circle and ran away in three directions.

Hoffa pulled his legs and rushed at the three men who were on fire, but they didn't have to run far before the blood-colored flames engulfed the three of them, and they burned like paper men, their bodies gradually turning into mud in the rain, and slowly flowing away with the water.

When Hoffa came to them, all he could see was a few burnt bones on the ground.

"Is this...?"

Hoffa picked up a piece of the skull.

The cold skull shattered in his hand, brittle as a biscuit. It's exactly the same bone he seized from Mad-Eye Moody.

Smack...

Something fell from the sky and fell on his face.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, it was a cold, wriggling thing, and when he took it out and looked closely, it turned out to be a reddish-brown worm, a finger long, writhing in his hand.

"Ba ..... Mr. Bach!" came the frightened voice of Barty Jr. behind him.

He turned his head to look, only to see little Barty, who was hiding in the distance, tremblingly stretching out his finger and pointing it at his head.

Hoffa looked up, and a crack opened in the thunderclouds in the sky at some point, and the dark night sky was like opening a triangular eye, it tore a crack in the space, and the temperature around it dropped suddenly!

A super strong cold wind blew out of the eye-shaped crack and blew across the ground, causing the surrounding trees to clatter and freeze on the edges of ice, as if to blow people to death.

Subsequently, snap....... Countless maggots rained down from the cracks in the eyes above their heads.

The cold wind blew little Barty, and he let out a terrible scream, clutched his head, and fell to his knees, rolling wildly on the ground.

The maggots that fell from the sky soon drowned him out as he screamed.

Hofa was so shocked that he rushed to Barty Jr. and fished him out of the pile.

I saw that little Barty's face was as pale as paper at the moment, his body trembled wildly, and his mouth was shouting inexplicable words meaninglessly. It looked like Dumbledore had drunk a potion of poison in a cave.

"Why..... Father.... Father.... Why.... Why?" he screamed with a twisted expression.

"Little Barty!?Barty, Crouch!?"

Hoffa grabbed little Barty's head and tried to wake him up, and the strength of his struggle was unbelievably great. While struggling, he foamed at the mouth and made a purring sound, "Whew... Call... Shining... Shining... Shining... Shining... Where are you?"

"How are you, little Barty, can you hear me?"

Hoffa patted him anxiously on the cheek.

Little Barty shook his head in confusion and threw his hand with saliva.

At the same time, the maggots that fell from the sky slowly piled up, at first they had no rules to speak of, but gradually, they piled up in the shape of two people, one pile of insects holding the other pile of insects.

"Damn!!"

Hoffa let go of Barty Jr. and stood up.

The pile of maggots in the distance also let go of the other pile of maggots and stood up, and the swarm of maggots fell straight away, very disgusting.

Looking up at the sky again, the cracks in the sky had disappeared without a trace, and the cold air was no longer blowing. Only those bugs were left, constantly imitating their own movements.

Hoffa figured out the cause and effect, these three people should have wanted to summon Grindelwald, but after finding themselves here, they should immediately change their minds, they gave up summoning Grindelwald, and instead summoned the maggot monster of Hellheim in the Death Mystery, this maggot monster he had seen once in the Death Mystic Realm in the first grade, and could imitate the living infinitely.

Gradually, the pile of maggots that fell out of Helheim glued together and became more and more like him. At first, it was just a gesture, but in the end, even his bald head and golden eyes were imitated, but the body was much, much larger than Hoffa.

The maggots rolled, and finally, when the insects could no longer see the appearance of the insects, it looked at its palms humanely, and then looked around, showing an ecstatic expression.....

"Free, we're free!"

The huge guy who was exactly the same as Hoffa had a happy expression, "We're free!!"

It looked up and saw the lights of Hogwarts Castle in the distance, and rushed towards Hogwarts in the distance, "I'm free!!hahaha, free!!"

The way it looked made Hofa's head flutter, and he grabbed a rain pine beside him, uprooted the rain pine, and then slammed a stick into the body of the giant mimic monster, smashing it upside down for a hundred meters, smashing countless trees.

"We're free... We're free...!!"

Unaware, the giant horfa of the insect was smashed into the air, and then got up from the ground again, hugged a large tree and began to lick the rain from the tree, drooling from its mouth, looking very ghostly.

Licking and licking, his stomach let out a violent growl. So he grabbed another handful of dirt and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with an intoxicated compliment, "The taste of reality... A taste of reality... Free, free!!"

He then got up again and charged towards Hogwarts Castle.

"Fuck free!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth, his fate was so grotesque and changeable, he didn't dare to show much in this world, and if he kept a low profile, how could he let another monster ten meters tall and exactly like himself rush out happily.

So he jumped up high, and another rain pine fell on the head, smashing the giant wood in his hand.

At this moment, the head of the giant mimic monster was completely bent and smashed into the rain several meters deep.

"You can't kill me...... Hahaha, I'm just like you. ”

Imitating the smile of the monster beast, the palm of his hand supported the ground, his chest turned one hundred and eighty degrees, facing the sky, his chest was also shining with a hideous three-ring red light, in the night and the rainstorm, his bent body quickly returned to normal.

Can this also be imitated?

Hoffa touched his chest, stunned, his body blessed by the night god was his capital for arrogance at night, if this guy was another enlarged version of himself, he could still have all his strength......

In less than a few seconds, three heads grew out of the ten-meter-tall self's chest, each of which opened its bloody mouth, and six bloody wings appeared behind it.

"Free, free!"

It laughed, leaped high in ecstasy, soared into the sky, the sky flashed and thundered, and the rainstorm reached its climax at this moment.

Finished......

Hoffa thought to himself that this kind of anti-common sense thing must not be allowed to run to Hogwarts, once this thing is in, what plot, what Triwizard Tournament, what Harry Potter will be all over.

Fortunately, there were hundreds of crises he had solved, and he didn't panic at the moment, and directly took out a whole tube of septic medicine from his pocket. The wings behind him shook, and he flew straight into the air.

High in the air, the ten-meter-old mimic monster showed disdain and slapped him with a palm, like a fly.

In close combat, Hoffa, who flew upwards, flew upside down. A human-shaped pit dozens of meters deep was smashed into the ground.

"Freedom!Haha, Helheim, we're out!"

The mimic monster flew in the air laughing, not noticing that his lower body had turned into a bug again and fell to the ground.

A palm sticks out of a deep pit in the ground.

One finger in the palm of your hand.

With a loud click.

A thigh-thick thunderbolt struck down from the sky.

The mimicry that had been injected with the septic potion was instantly wiped out by a purple electric current, and even the surrounding trees were chopped around.

Hoffa slowly crawled out of the pit, covered in mud. He walked over to the insects that had fallen from the sky—they were no longer humanoid, and after a few struggles under the residual current, they gradually turned into pitch-black shells.

Except for the rain and thunder, there was only little Barty's meaningless, painful moans in the woods, and there was an eerie silence.

Hoffa was a little scared.

He had almost figured out Grindelwald's routine by now, and the old fellow didn't know where to hide, but as long as there were many people, he would send people over and kill indiscriminately everywhere.

This time, I was lucky not to enter the auditorium with the others, and I happened to find Grindelwald's minions hiding in the Forbidden Forest, and I didn't let Grindelwald come directly, if I hadn't found out, I would have to repeat what happened in the Quidditch World Cup again. God knows how these guys infiltrated in.

"Twinkle... Shining... Take me out of here... Twinkle, what to do... Shining... What should I do..."

Little Barty, who had suffered an unwarranted disaster, knelt on the muddy ground like a doll, chanting his own house-elf.

Looking at Little Barty's appearance, Hoffa's brows tightened, he remembered that Joey had told himself in the first grade that it was impossible for people with low mental strength to withstand the cold wind of Helheim, and Little Barty was a typical person with low spirits, who had just been blown by the wind, and he was not dead, but he was already mentally deranged.

Hoffa wasn't sure if he could cure him.

However, he had just determined one thing, the door to the Death Mystery could be opened, and perhaps he could find a way to the Death Mystery at Hogwarts.