"!!!"

Leaving the Ravenclaw common room, Hoffa clutched his right hand and ran wildly, "What spell did you cast on me?

"Puppet Spell, from now on, you are my puppet, I can do whatever I want with your body, unless your mental strength is higher than mine. Miller laughed in his head: "But that's impossible, I know you're very mentally strong, but I'll live fifty years longer than you after all!"

"You wait, when this thing is over, I'm going to tell your sister everything you've done!!" Hoffa rebuked in a stern parental tone.

"Tell her what? Tell her you touched ......."

"No one will be dumb if you don't speak!!"

Hoffa fled from the Ravenclaw common room, cursing as he ran.

Running all the way back to his Defense Against the Dark Arts office, he was too busy to get into his suitcase.

In the trunk, Moody was still tied to a pillar, wrapped in countless shackles.

Twinkle was taking care of little Barty in his suitcase, serving tea and water, and for two days, little Barty Crouch showed no signs of waking up, lying on the bed like a wooden corpse.

"Sir, are you back?"

When Shining saw him coming back, he immediately greeted him, and in the past two days, Hoffa has been obsessed with finding the Unforgivable Curse, and many details of his daily life are taken care of by Shining Flash.

"Twinkle...... Uh,"

Hoffa saw Twinkle and didn't have time to make any moves.

Control of his body was taken away by Miller, and he rushed up with eyes shining like a naughty bear child seeing a toy.

"Ha, house-elf, you have this too!"

Twinkle watched the bald boy staggering over, the expression on his face gradually changing from respect to horror.

I saw "Hoffa" pick Sparkle up from the ground, like carrying a chick, "My sister has never let me play with Petty, and wants me to say that these little things are very diligent as servants, but they are too ugly - makeover!"

Syllable.

After the spell, a puff of green smoke drifted through.

Dressed in a dirty blue coat with a big nose and ears, Sparkle transforms into a delicate-looking little girl, only a meter tall, with snow-white skin, a small nose and cherry lips, and looks like a thumb princess, which is unusually in line with human aesthetics.

Miller nodded with satisfaction: "It's pretty much the same." ”

"Don't change its appearance!" "Hoffa flashed with the finger of his left hand in annoyance—"Stop!"

There was a flash of green smoke, and the elf who had just become delicate flashed and turned into a big nose and big eyes and ugly appearance in a blink of an eye. She was already confused.

"It's a fool who has to live in front of ugly monsters, and my sister is also this virtue - a makeover!" Miller controlled Hoffa to raise his right hand.

Syllable!

Twinkle has become a delicate little girl again.

"If you turn her like this, others will find out what is abnormal!"

Syllable!

Twinkle turned into an ugly elf again.

"Who cares about a kitchen elf?"

Syllable!

Twinkle has become a delicate little girl again.

"What did Miranda ask you to do? not to block me??—— curse to stop!"

Hoffa looked at his completely uncontrolled right hand, irritable. Miller said he would live fifty years longer than he was, but he was actually even more stubborn than he was when he saw it at Miranda's house fifty years ago.

Syllable!

Twinkle is an ugly elf again.

"Out of that door, I can't help her —— change what I want to do!"

Syllable!

Twinkle turned into a delicate little girl.

The bald boy in the office danced in circles, looking very excited. The sparkle that was carried in his hand was already frightened and speechless.

In the distance, the old Moody, locked to a pillar, had a bewildered and wary look in his eyes, his expression unpredictable, sometimes angry, sometimes perverse, and looking crazier than ever.

Annoyed, Hoffa gave up competing with Miller for Sparkle in the real world and meditated directly into his own spiritual sea.

Then the bald boy who was dancing on his hand suddenly stopped, and he was petrified in front of old Moody, maintaining a one-legged posture, motionless.

After a few seconds of silence, he covered his face in horror: "Crazy, Mr. Bach is crazy! Mr. Bach is crazy! What can I do!?"

She fell to the ground with a thud, and crawled backwards, hiding under little Barty's bed, shivering.

Old Moody looked at the bald boy in front of him who maintained a strange dance posture and an excited smile, and thought to himself that he had lived for decades, and he had never seen such a strange guy.

......

......

Hoffa entered the sea of spirits, and in a white light, he saw the little boy dancing in the sea of his own consciousness.

Speaking of which, this was the first time he had seen Miller in person.

The personality of this person born in Miranda's spiritual world is eight or nine points similar to Miranda in the first grade, almost identical, but the gloom and perverseness between the eyebrows can not be removed.

Unconsciously put on a stand by Miller, at this moment, Hoffa completely forgot about the resurrection technique, and also forgot about the unforgivable spell, he now just wants to pull Miller out of his body and beat him violently.

It's a pity he doesn't have a physical body.

So Hoffa's spirit also transformed into a villain of his own, and he stepped forward and slammed a punch into Miller's face, but the punch was like hitting a hard stone, and he was dizzy in the back.

Unmoved, Miller laughed and slammed a backhand punch into Hoffa's face, knocking him back three steps.

Hoffa then discovered that Miller was far from being the young beast in the first grade, and now his spiritual strength was now on par with himself, or even higher, and just now in the collision of the spiritual realm, he actually had a feeling of breaking his wrist and losing.

"Is it soft or not?"

Miller, who was punched, was not angry at all, but asked happily.

"What?"

Hoffa didn't react for a moment.

"The delicate body of the school girl!"

Miller looked at him impatiently, as if he wanted to know more about that feeling than he did.

"Fuck off!"

He yelled angrily, "Get out of my body!"

"Then I'm leaving, that's what you said. ”

The little boy turned around and walked away without any hesitation.

Thinking of the reality beyond the spiritual world, Hoffa gritted his teeth and rushed up to grab his shoulder again, "Wait... Wait a minute!"

Miller: "?"

Hoffa: "What does Miranda want you to give me?"

Miller: "Hey, what's your attitude?"

"Okay, I'm impulsive. ”

He said hatefully, thinking that when this matter was over, he would pinch this guy's body, and then hang him up and beat him.

"Is it soft or not?"

Miller asked nonchalantly.

"Soft ......"

Hoffa couldn't help but be disgusted, he didn't know what this guy was like when he was in Miranda's body, but if it was like this every day, it was really hard for her to maintain that indifferent temperament all the time.

Miller: "Are you comfortable?"

Hoffa lowered his head and did not speak.

"Is it soft, is it comfortable?"

Miller circled Hoffa like a fly, with a thick evil smile on his face.

"Shu... Serving..."

In the spiritual world, Hoffa gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"Then do you still want it, how about we change a school girl every day?" The little boy Miller hooked his shoulders and smiled lewdly in his ear: "I'm responsible for touching, and you're responsible for running." ”

"You!!go!!!die!!

Hoffa couldn't stand it anymore, and the whole person turned into a giant mace with a diameter of fifty meters, and smashed Miller out with a single stick.

......

......

In the real world, time still passes, and the dust in the room floats in the air for a long time. Old Moody looked at the motionless guy, a drop of cold sweat slowly flowing down his head, and years of Auror experience could make him feel that the two huge spiritual force fields in this room were entangled with each other.

This guy... What's going on?

At this moment, the chain on his mouth suddenly relaxed. As if the Transfiguration Charm had suddenly lost its effect, he was stunned for a moment, and then moved his arm, finding that the chains on his arm had also become loose.

Don't......?

Moody was overjoyed, and the boy in front of him seemed to be in some kind of predicament, unable to keep the Transfiguration Charm firmly in place.

The enemy's predicament was his chance to get out of it, and at that moment, he struggled without hesitation, the chains on his arms became looser and looser, and finally he tore the chains from his mouth with one free hand, and threw it to the ground with a thud.

Flash, who was hiding under the bed, saw the one-eyed old man in the distance pull out a hand from the chain, his face turned white with fright, and then looked at the motionless and dull-eyed little Barty on the bed, she gritted her teeth, got out from under the bed, stretched out her slender finger, and pointed at Moody.

"You... You can't go!"

The chains that Moody threw down flew back and wrapped around Moody's body, but he smiled coldly and raised his hand to open the chains that were controlled by Flashy, "It's up to you?"

He wrenched both hands from his chains and raised his hands to shake them weakly. A black wand flew out of the darkness of the room and into Moody's palm.

"Mr. Bach, Mr. Bach, come to your senses, that Auror, that Auror is out of trouble!"

Twinkle stepped forward quickly, hugged Hoffa's thighs, and shook his motionless body with bitterness.

Shaking and shaking, its whole body suddenly floated.

Completely freed, Moody grabbed the house-elf and slammed her to the ground.

Moody then grabbed the motionless Hoffa. He pressed him to the iron pillar with his backhand, and wrapped him with the chain that had bound him, and when he had done this, he found his prosthetic leg and magic eye from the house, attached it to himself, and limped out.

......

......

A white light spiritual space was filled with smoke at this moment, the mace turned back into a human form, and Hoffa's entire attention was focused on Miller, and he had no time to care.

In a short moment, Miller's consciousness and Hoffa fought hundreds of times, this is a clash in a mental state, and if you are not careful, you will end up with the same mental damage and madness as little Barty.

After a while, Miller walked slowly back from a distance with his hands behind his back, looking unharmed.

Miller: "Actually, I've seriously considered your proposal. I found a male creature to possess, but the men I met were too weak to meet my needs. ”

Miller's young face showed a certain deep longing: "But you are different, you can barely live up to my standards. Hoffa. ”

"What are you talking about?"

"Guess if I destroy your soul, take possession of your body, and go back to my sister, will my sister be happy?"

"She won't be happy if you think about it with her thighs!"

The perverseness on Miller's face turned into a kind of sadness: "I don't have two years to live, how can I know if I don't try?"

"What do you mean?" asked Hoffa.

Miller strolled forward and said lightly: "Fate is a serpent with an Ouroboros, I have seen your tail, and naturally I know what your head looks like, Hoffa, nothing matters anymore, enjoy it now, Hogwarts has a lot of beautiful women, if you want, we can cut them like leeks." ”

"You and I have known each other for so many years, do you think I'm the kind of person who has a lustful heart?"

"You're a hypocrisy, who knows what the real you look like. ”

"To tell you the truth, physical contact without love only makes me sick and empty. Hoffa: "Now that I've said it, I've beaten it, do you want to teach me the three unforgivable spells?"

"Hmph. ”

Miller rolled his eyes, sighed secretly and sneered: "If you want to learn the three unforgivable spells in one night, it is impossible for the gods to do it." ”

"You!?" Hofa had a gloomy face: "After such a long time, are you kidding me?"

"Well, isn't there another person with you?" Miller shrugged and smirked, "If he's still around!"

"And one ......?"

When Hoffa thought of Moody, his face immediately changed.

He couldn't take care of Miller anymore, and his spirit returned to reality.

The moment I returned to reality, the pain immediately rushed over my body. He looked down. Good fellow, he was like being crucified by Jesus, his whole body was tightly wrapped in chains, and his palms and soles were firmly pierced by big iron nails on the pillars, and he couldn't move. Twinkle was unconscious and slumped on the ground, his forehead bruised, and Alastor Moody had long since disappeared.

Syllable!

With a puddle of blood, he forcibly pulled out the iron nail and broke free from the pillar.

Just now in order to get Miller, he accidentally slackened his transfiguration technique for a moment. Moody's guy got out of trouble and ran away.

At this time, Hoffa's right hand was raised uncontrollably, and he opened his mouth with a bang, and he sighed indifferently.

"If you break his leg, you're still too merciful. ”

"Shut up!"

Huo Fa grabbed his right hand and said angrily: "Block me again, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people!"

"The threat of weakness. ”

The right hand was raised, and the tongue stuck out at him, like a child's grimace.

Damn it!

Hoffa cursed, and before his feet could heal, he let go of his right hand and rushed out the door.

It was still dark outside the office, and he closed his eyes and thought for a second, and immediately knew where Moody was.

His recent disguise has not been flawed, if Moody wants to expose himself, the quickest way is to go to Dumbledore, only Dumbledore will pose the greatest threat to himself, thinking of this, he rushed towards Dumbledore's headmaster's office.