Beneath the same burning sky, on the other side of London, in the British Ministry of Magic, there was a mess. Everywhere you look, spires blown up by spells, collapsed buildings.

The peacock-blue ceiling was inlaid with glittering gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, the walls on all sides were blown to pieces, and the dark black planks were scattered to the ground.

On the shattered wooden planks lay many corpses and convulsive seriously injured people, some of whom had been cursed, and some of whom had their heads smashed open with blunt objects.

Further on, wands fluttering in the sky, up and down, floated in the palatial but dilapidated halls.

Under the flying wand, there were two sides of the centaurs, nervously facing each other. On one side are heavily armed Aurors and Ministry of Magic officials. They were backed by statues of centaurs and wizards in a circle that was the highest level of the Ministry of Magic.

Opposite them were countless wizards in prison uniforms, with crazy and cruel smiles, surrounded from all sides.

In the group of prisoners, the leader was a man in a black cloak, who was surrounded by the crowd and looked withered. He walked like a walking corpse, and like a soulless shell.

When he was still a few dozen meters away from the crowd, the withered man raised his hand. All the prisoners stopped, and he staggered forward alone.

Against the backdrop of the others around him, the man's eyes were hollow, numb, and without the slightest light. He is the Warden of Azkaban, Vincent, who was planted with a spiritual seed by Grindelwald.

Then, another bald man walked out of the crowd belonging to the Ministry of Magic, wearing a navy blue robe, with a serious and pale expression, but he was still very calm: the current British Minister for Magic, Leonard Spencer Muen.

"Vincent, what's going on, please explain! Why did all the prisoners of Azkaban escape?"

The warden raised his head, looked at the Minister of Magic, and said numbly: "Muen, it's over, we lost, surrender." ”

"Surrender, just because of a monster?" the Minister of Magic snapped.

The Warden said, "If you don't stop that dragon, Muggles and most wizards will die in madness." Muen, think about it. ”

"Have you seen Grindelwald?" the Minister of Magic looked sharp as a knife.

The warden nodded mechanically.

"When?"

"It's useless to ask these questions, I'm just here to tell you the established fact that the country has lost. ”

He pointed to the sky, and in the distance, the sound of the invisible dragon breathing in the sky resounded in the sky.

"That monster is like an infectious agent, sooner or later it will infect everyone in this world with nothingness, and we must find a way to stop it. ”

"And what does this have to do with our surrender?" puzzled the Minister of Magic.

The withered-looking warden shook his head: "Because only Grindelwald can stop it." The Aurors you sent have been wiped out. ”

"Why didn't he come and talk to me himself?" asked the Minister of Magic in a loud voice, "Why did he send you?"

He said because he had some personal matters to attend to. ”

"You're .....!"

The Minister of Magic was about to step forward, but was stopped by the Auror behind him, and he was dumbfounded, "You asked him to come to see me in person!"

"I'm just a messenger. ”

The Warden raised his head and looked the Minister of Magic in the eye: "Grindelwald said, it is up to you whether you surrender or not, he doesn't care. He could kill the dragon whenever he wanted, and maybe play with it. ”

The oppressed silence swallowed everyone, and finally, Minister of Magic Leonard gritted his teeth and asked:

"What does he want?"

"Abolish all existing rules. Expose wizards and wizarding societies to natural selection. ”

"Impossible!"

Leonard's eyes were sharp, "Can't be exposed, this is the wizarding law that our ancestors have relied on for generations!"

"Then there's no way, I'm also forced, don't blame me. Vincent whispered, turning and disappearing among the countless prisoners.

Countless Azkaban prisoners stepped forward, wands raised, and one by one the Ministry of Magic officials chanted incantations at the same time. The magic that stirs in the air can tear apart almost every molecule in the environment.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

However, at this moment, a group of dark shadows flew through the sky.

Fire dragons of various shapes descended from the sky, and a man jumped off the dragon's back and landed on the ground.

He raised his hand and shouted, "Wait a minute. ”

The distance between the prisoner and the Ministry of Magic officials was filled by a dozen fire dragons, which shot in a row, opening their sharp mouths and spitting flames, forcing the prisoners back as they were about to move.

Fatil jumped off the dragon's back and walked quickly to Vincent: "Where is Grindelwald, I want to negotiate conditions." ”

The warden of Vincent looked at Fatil, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, but then the glimmer dimmed again:

"It's too late, Drazeth. No one can stop him, there is no hope in this world, and we have no other way but to play with him to the end. ”

As soon as the words fell, some of the prisoners directly pressed against the body of the fire dragon and tried to rush forward. The irascible dragons immediately opened their mouths and bit off the limbs of several prisoners, but at this moment, the prisoners screamed like dead soldiers who could not feel pain, and rushed forward with their ancient brains.

Fatil raised his arm again and shouted, "Stop it." ”

His voice forcibly suppressed the fiery dragons that were about to move.

He looked at the warden and spoke very quickly: "Give us one hour, and after one hour, what should you do?" ”

The warden looked up numbly: "There is no point in struggling. ”

Fatil: "Give it a try." ”

After a moment of silence, the warden's face twitched and a smile writhed, "Who gave you this illusory hope, Drazeth?"

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......

On the other side, Hoffa stumbled onto the riverbank. Looking at the fiery red sky like the end of the world, I felt despair for a while. The self that is completely uncontrollable is so terrifying.

He was panting and exhausted. The ubiquitous heat is almost drying off the hofa.

The fiery red sky hung like blood on it, piercing the deep blue fjords and cities. At this moment, the creature was vague and massive, hundreds of feet long, with a long, sharp tail that resembled the head of a lion. Tumbling in the eerie fog, his whole body shone with red scales, and there was a hot orange-white light in the gaps in the scales.

He glanced at his wrist, the magic watch used to store mana had been shattered by the dragon in the battle.

Sure enough, it is always yourself who knows you best.

His weakness was clear in the dragon's eyes. Without the magic watch, he simply would not have been able to sustain such a high-intensity frantic battle.

Beside him, groups of frightened and desperate people, their expressions were twisted, their hands were tightly clasping their heads, their bodies seemed to be distorted and blurred, they fled frantically, screaming, and the sky behind them took on a strange hue, as if some evil force was about to descend.

Infected by these people, Hoffa felt fear, trembling in fear, and a completely indescribable loneliness and depression. The force almost made him howl.

But he stubbornly held on, gritting his teeth and muttering in a low voice, "You're close enough to yourself." ”

With that, he ripped off the magic watch in his hand and looked around.

At this time, he found that the place where he landed was a Muggle Listening Airport, and several Muggle Spitfires were parked in the distance. It has a mixed green, blue, and gray livery, with blue and red rings on the gold wings.

?? Suddenly, he had a plan in mind.

In the sky, the dragon's roar grew louder and louder, and the indescribable spiritual power contained in that sound drove the entire people of London into madness and despair.

Some of the discouraged ones had painful expressions on their faces, twisted, and crashed headlong against the wall. Someone chose to hold on to the gun and shot himself in the back of the head.......

On the ground, Hoffa taxied off in a plane, the first time he'd tried to fly something like this, but he had no other choice.

The plane flew into the sky, and Hoffa pressed the button, and the wings erupted with fiery snakes that landed on the dragon's scales. But it didn't even penetrate its stratum corneum.

But it caught its attention. The dragon burst out laughing when he saw the tiny plane in the distance.

Its body was transformed again, accompanied by a red thunderbolt falling from the sky, the magic power in all directions was directly extracted, and on its entire body, a pair of wings grew again, and at this moment, it became a six-winged giant beast.

The giant beast had scales on its back, with a thick liquid-like plasma, and extremely strong magic fluctuations, and disappeared on the spot.

Hoffa didn't dare to turn back, only drove his horsepower to the maximum, and rushed towards the Atlantic without looking back.

Passing through the clouds, he looked sideways, and it appeared in the blood-red sky, this time, it was an electrified dragon. It was his own shapeshifting ability, and he was wrapped in thunder and lightning. Rush towards yourself at great speed.

Without hesitation, he lowered the plane, which disappeared in front of the dragon with a long exhaust gas. The dragon also followed the plane and flew down the clouds.

???? The plane broke through the clouds and was plummeting downward, leaving the confines of the land with the choppy Atlantic Ocean below.

And in the rough Atlantic, at this moment there are countless warships, some of them German, some of them British.

They are at war.

Seeing this, the flying dragon screamed excitedly.

Strangely, the more hyper-ferric it became, the more sane Hofa became.

He looked at the dashboard in front of him, and controlled the plane at a rapid pace, quickly turning from rusty to proficient.

The plane swooped to a height of several tens of meters above the Atlantic Ocean and flew by like lightning against the steel warship.

With a violent explosion, the dragon slammed into the warship with unparalleled force, shattering pieces of the warship.

These massive warships could only stop it for a moment, and the astonishing explosion didn't even penetrate its hard skin.

Hoffa didn't care about the explosion behind him, and at the moment, his brain was in a high-speed rational operation.

He looked into the distance, and nine nautical miles from here there was a white sandy field. It was perfect for him to achieve his goals.

Rumble!!

Behind him, a hot breath caught up.

As soon as Hoffa pulled the joystick, the Spitfire dodged the breath and flew towards the dune island in the distance.

But at the same time, accompanied by a violent sonic boom, the Void Dragon flapped its wings, directly breaking through the speed of sound.

It sucked in exhaust fumes, spread its wings, and caught up with the Muggle plane. The claws hooked the tail of the plane and threw it directly into the air.

Amid the black smoke and debris, Hoffa on the plane was like a nestling fledgling, carried by a dragon and thrown into the sky.

Hoffa fell from the sky, a smile firing into the corners of his mouth.

Above the sea, a large wave more than one meter high hit the sea, and the burning plane tumbled into the sea. It exploded.

???? Rumble!!

???? At the moment of the explosion, the light of Hoffa's eyes flashed, and his wings wrapped around him, curled up in a ball, and the impact of the explosion directly sent him to the isolated island, plowing a bottomless cut on the gray sand.

He stumbled out of the sand, covered in tatters and covered in wounds. At this moment, his magic power has completely bottomed out. The wings behind it are invisible.

The dragon descended from the sky and slammed into the Atlantic Ocean.

The sea was so turbulent that a few hundred meters of water reached the dragon's neck.

With a fierce and blazing heat, it crawled out of the ocean step by step, like a Godzilla-like monster, and climbed onto the isolated island of sand dunes where Hoffa stood.

"Run, why don't you run?"

The dragon tilted its head and made a rumbling sound, its human-like eyes staring playfully at the other superego.

"There's nothing to run. ”

Hoffa moved his neck: "It's time to get to the place, let's negotiate." ”

"Haha, are you going to pull a gun out of your crotch and put it on my head?" the Void Dragon scoffed:

"Muggle toys are useless to me, my kindness, no magic, you are still nothing, just a waste, why are you negotiating with me?"

???? Hoffa wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded, "You're right, I don't have magic, I'm just a waste." But you're just like me, you don't have magic, aren't you waste?"

"How is it possible, my magic is absorbed from everything in the world, and it is endless. The dragon laughed, "How could I ......?"

Laughing and laughing, the smile stagnating on the face.

Hoffa tilted his head, unusually calm: "What are you laughing at?"

The dragon took a step back, and its body began to tremble involuntarily as it looked at its paws. Then, the body of those hundreds of meters shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye.