Hoffa crossed the gate and stumbled towards Durmstrang. No one knew his heartache at the moment, no one knew the tearing in his heart at the moment, and the intense emotions and pain wrapped him around him like a storm.

The pain was so intense that he didn't even know what he was doing. In order to enter this door, he did not hesitate to hurt the only remaining relatives in this world, but if he did not enter this door, what would he do to stop Sylbie?

Stopping Sylby has become the obsession that sustains him to stand here as one, and the only thing that keeps him going.

Only, is it all worth it?

Looking back, Miranda's figure was gone, and Hoffa stumbled under his feet, something tripping him up. He threw himself on the ground and turned his head to see that it was a corpse. A wizard in a thick cloak, with a big hole in his chest broken by something!

There was not a trace of blood around the hole, only a charred and mushy wound. Hoffa probed the man's cooling neck with his fingers, and his heart sank. He bit his lip and got up to quicken his pace.

In the air, an unknown storm began to coalesce.

Some kind of huge and unparalleled spiritual force field appeared in the flash of electric light.

Looking at the huge whirlpool in the air, great fear appeared in Hoffa's heart. It's not the fear of death, it's the fear of the timeline shifting again, it's done so much, it's come this far, is it inevitable that it will fall short in the end?

Did he hurt Miranda, gave up everything, and finally couldn't see Aglaia?

"No, no."

Hoffa quickened his pace, and with all his might, he ran forward.

On the road, more and more corpses appeared.

They were Durmstrang students and wizards, some lying in the snow, others leaning on statues, all in different postures, the only thing they had in common was the large black hole in their chests.

The black thunderclouds began to spin wildly in the sky, as if there was an invisible arm stirring wildly in it, and the extremely large energy almost surpassed all imagination. In a trance, Hoffa saw the storm of the Pacific Ocean again, the incomparable power, the power of the overwhelming man!

Approaching the center of the storm, he subconsciously slowed down.

In the midst of lightning and thunder, Hoffa saw a terrifying image for him.

At this moment, Durmstrang's finger castle had been lowered, a tall gray-haired man sat on Durmstrang's huge finger-shaped castle, and the statue of Salazar Slytherin was prostrate at his feet, he was no longer tired, no longer weak, perfect as a sculpture.

He was seen stepping on Salazar Slytherin's head. One hand gently stroked the turquoise scepter. The other hand pulls a woman by the hair and lifts her in mid-air. At this moment, the woman's face was covered in blood, and her body was motionless.

"Osivia!!"

Hoffa let out a heart-rending roar.

Ossivia didn't move, just letting the man carry him.

The nightmarish scene caused Hoffa to clench his fist.

However, even if he bit his own bones, he could not wake up again. It's a reality, a chilling reality.

Sylby slowly raised his eyelids, and the furious magic instantly swept through everything in Hoffa's sight. The magic slashed across the land, across the sky, through Hoffa and Osivia.

Ossylvia's body was cut through numerous gaps, and Hoffa gritted his teeth as he transformed into a golden birdman, dragging his sword and rushing forward, and the ghost walked to Sylby at the end of his wandering.

He saw a pair of extremely indifferent eyes, and the owner of the eyes opened his mouth and directly bit the cross sword that was slashed in the air with his mouth.

Bang!!

Gold and iron.

Hoffa's sharpened clay-like cross sword was shattered by Sylbie's bite!

As the cracked metal debris flew around, Sylby slowly raised his head and shook it to gray hair, and then, nonchalantly, pressed the scepter to Hoffa's chest.

Rumble!!

Accompanied by almost unparalleled fluctuations in magical power.

Hoffa, in the form of a golden immortal bird, was blasted out directly. His meteor blasted a huge crater in Durmstrang's ground with a radius of 100 meters.

In the middle of the cave and the mountain, Hoffa lay in the middle of the cracked hole, his chest almost pure gold was completely dented, and he opened his mouth to spew out a huge amount of blood.

In the sky, among the rolling dark clouds and lightning, a twisted figure was thrown high, churning in the air continuously, and finally rolled down in front of Hoffa with a crisp snap.

Osivia, who had just been alive, had now turned into a twisted corpse, her bones almost broken, her body covered in wounds, and her neck completely broken.

Hoffa looked at the corpse, his consciousness gradually occupied by despair. Haikou, which was once boasted, has become shattered and vulnerable in the face of reality. The presence of the corpse seemed to mock what he had done.

The center of the storm.

Standing on top of the Salazar Slytherin statue, Sylby looked up and said lightly, "It doesn't seem to be as difficult as I imagined, just five more years, but who cares." ”

As he spoke, a set of ornate wizard's robes appeared on his body, and as the robes flew, he floated up and slowly floated in the direction of Hoffa.

Hoffa looked at the gorgeous wizard who fell from the sky, and there was despair and despair in his eyes.

Silby floated a meter above Hofa's head, looked at Hofa's desperate eyes, and said lightly: "I'm so disappointed, I was expecting a hearty battle, but it was a heartbroken man who came to me, what, are you here to ask me for comfort?"

Hoffa looked at Sylby's tall frame.

The monstrous flames burned unabashedly on his body.

At this moment, the nightmare and reality begin to coincide.

In the nightmare, in his victorious state with the power of time, he did not defeat him. At this moment, in this reality that is even more terrifying than a nightmare, what should he do?

Sylby looked at Hoffa's empty and desperate eyes, and said disdainfully: "Die hard, for the sake of you who used to play with me, and fulfill you." ”

He pressed his palm against Hoffa's head, as long as he exerted.

Suddenly, there was a shout behind him.

"Stop!"

Hoffa shuddered, and even if he didn't look back, he knew who was crying out.

That's the last thing he wants to hear at this moment, why is this guy meddling so much, why hasn't this guy left yet?

Outside the pit, Miranda said to Sylby, "You promised me that you would let him go back to the world of dreams, to the place where I once lived, and you never said that you would kill him!"

"Aha. Sylby lowered his head and looked into Hofa's empty eyes: "Hofabach, is this the wife you married in your dreams? ”

He sighed: "But there is no way, women are creatures that do sometimes do everything for men." It's just that women can do this, but men can't. ”

"Miranda, let's go. ”

Hoffa slowly turned his head, looked at Miranda and said, "It's already failed." ”

"You promised me. Miranda looked at Sylby stubbornly.

Sylby shrugged, stretched, and said:

"So what, didn't you experience when you were a kid that your father promised to buy you toys but didn't buy them for you? Don't be funny, the reason why Dad is Dad is because Dad has the right to lie. And that right is exactly that"

Sylby grinned, he lifted Hoffa's body and slammed it to the ground, shouting with extreme pleasure, "POWER!!"

Rumble!!

Hoffa slammed into a soft barrier.

The barrier was infinitely concave downward, and it was more than ten meters down that it took the terrifying power of smashing to unload.

However, with the depression of the barrier, Miranda's mouth and nose in the distance were red on the spot, even so, she still clenched her fist with her hand, dragging and dragging, and Hoffa was immediately wrapped in the soft barrier and flew backwards quickly.

Looking at Hoffa, who was wrapped in the barrier and dragged back, Sylby rubbed his fingers and sniffed at the tip of his nose, "It's the breath of life, ah, what an interesting magic, did you develop it yourself? ”

Hoffa was wrapped in a barrier and landed at Miranda's feet, the corners of Miranda's mouth were bleeding, and she trembled: "You have lifted the curse, now you can go wherever you want, why cling to a wizard who is powerless to resist." ”

Sylby floated in the air and spread his hands, "Speaking of which, after I was cursed, the Ministry of Magic did not give up on encirclement and suppression of me. You've been following me for a while, don't you understand? This great power, I do not allow anyone but me to have. Of course, that includes you.

But you are not like him, you can strip the magic from your body and replace it with another personality. All you have to do is kill that personality, or let me kill that personality for you, and you can leave unharmed. ”

"Well, sure enough, men are liars. I guess there's nothing strange about that, though. ”

Miranda took off her glasses, tied her hair up, and said, "For a moment, I was willing to be deceived.

I'm sorry, Hoffa. ”

Miranda turned her head to look at Hoffa's face and said calmly, "I won't see you die." ”

Hoffa looked into Miranda's eyes and said in pain, "Please, don't."

He knew that Miranda was definitely no match for Sylbie, and that it was pointless to put a moth to the fire, hitting a stone with an egg, and killing himself.

"It's late, isn't it?" said Miranda.

Sylby didn't make a move, just held his arms and floated in the air watching, not in a hurry or slow.

Miranda was the first to strike, she opened her palms, and with a slight turn, two magic arrays appeared on Sylby's wrists. As the circle swirled, Sylby in the sky fell to the ground.

Miranda's face was pale, and the green veins on the back of her hands were exposed. Clearly, her spell was struggling against a wizard like Sylby. On the other side, Sylby looked very calm, carefully studying the circle on his palm, as if admiring some work of art.

"Forbidden magic. ”

He muttered. Slowly let go of his arm and walked towards the two.

Miranda watched Sylby walk slowly, turned her back to Hoffa and said, "Go and use that magical disillusionment charm to go quickly, go to Aya and tell her that I'm sorry."

Hoffa staggered to his feet, he wanted to go, or he wanted to resist, or he wanted to do something, but he had no strength at all. His brain was in sharp pain, and it hurt more and more, and it hurt more and more.

If there is no cycle, if there is only one chance, what should he do, what can he do? What is stopping him? Isn't his desire strong enough, isn't his effort enough?

Why? Why is he such a piece of shit.

Why, until now, he has not been able to return to a full state.

What's missing, what's missing, why he's so vulnerable after defeating Grindelwald and Death?

Why is the horror and anger that was once witnessed now happening again?

Again and again, again and again.

"Let's go."

Miranda leaned her back against the barrier and said, "If you don't leave, you'll regret it again." ”

Walk.?

Where to?

Could it be that he, Hofabach, had been reduced to the point of living in secrecy under the protection of a woman? Had he degenerated to this point with the passage of time? Could it be that after six thousand cycles, his mind was only to this extent?

As if as his answer, there was a crisp sound of ding.

Sylby had enough of admiring it, and he easily broke free from the forbidden magic array. I saw him rub his arm, raise his arm with a cold and ruthless gaze, and a huge thunder gun appeared in his hand.

Thinking of the dead Durmstrang Wizards, Hoffa knelt down in despair and covered his eyes. At this moment, his heart was completely broken, his will had completely collapsed, his strength had been completely lost, he was so powerless. So much so that he couldn't bear to look at the scene behind.

Seeing that Hoffa was still moving, Miranda stretched out her palm and pushed him hard, and the enchantment pushed him far away, and he kept retreating. Struggled and writhed wildly.

Sylby pursed his lips, looked at the writhing Hoffa, and laughed.

He suddenly put away the thunder gun in his hand again, rubbing his hands like plasticine, and the huge thunder gun suddenly changed shape in his hand and turned into a thunderball. He then slapped the ball on the ground as if it were a basketball.

Seeing that Sylby didn't seem to have any intention of attacking them, Miranda pushed Hoffa all the way to the outside of Durmstran's campus, where the barrier stopped, and she vanished in place with a phantasmagion. Then he appeared next to Hoffa, reached out and grabbed Hoffa's wrist, trying to apparition and take Hoffa out of this terrible place.

Hoffa let go of his hand and looked at the rushing Miranda, and a fantasy rose in his heart, did Sirby let him leave this place?

And yet at this moment.

Rumble!!!!

With an incomparable electric light.

The thunderball slammed into Miranda's flesh.

Sylby in the distance, whistled and pumped himself up with fists.

"Three-point shot, liquid~!"

On the other side, the Hofa has completely collapsed.

He lay on the enchantment, his eyes were huge, his pupils shrunk to the limit, and at this moment, his brain completely lost consciousness, leaving only the pale and blood-vomiting face of the girl outside the enchantment.

Miranda looked at the huge hole in her chest, looked at it for a moment, then she looked up and muttered, "Not bad, at least not the kind I saw"

She slowly fell from the sky.

"Mi Miranda."

Hoffa reached out and caught Miranda's fluttering body

"Let's go."

Miranda finally said to Hoffa.

(End of chapter)