Click!!

The dropped flute is cut in two.

The magic knife didn't stop at all, and the decapitation was within a second.

In the midst of the lightning, Hoffa blocked the fatal blow with his back in the air. He then took Nicolame into the Ghost Walk.

The smell of burning is pervasive.

Miller, with dark circles, was panting.

Two severed wings fell from the sky to the ground.

Ten seconds later, Hoffa left the ghost walk with Nicolame in his arms, leaning against the hedge of the labyrinth, his body shaking violently from the pain.

"How are you!?" he asked, hugging Nicolame in a trembling voice.

"Ahem, ahem, stupid boy, you've got broken wings. ”

Nicolame gasped, his chest heaving, blood spurting from his mouth with every breath. The sharp arrow was plunged into his heart so precisely that he could barely breathe.

"Don't Die, Don't Die"

Hoffa fumbled around in Nicolame's arms to find some medicine, and his brain went blank like a slurry.

His hands were shaking for a long time, and he couldn't find the medicine, so Hoffa grabbed his hair in frustration.

"Why!"

He was so reluctant that he didn't even notice that Grindelwald was getting closer and closer to him. Agrea is dead, Fatil is dead, Chloe is dead, Barty and his son are dead, and now Nicolemel is also dead, is he a lone star, why is everyone who meets him doomed?

Nicola Le May coughed twice and sat up like a flash: "I'm afraid I only have a minute left for my heart to penetrate, and you can only rely on yourself for the rest." ”

"Don't speak. ”

Hoffa didn't want to give up so casually, he grabbed the transparent arrow on Lemay's chest, wanted to pull it out but didn't dare to pull it, he knew that as long as he pulled it, the old man would die.

cough cough cough don't think too much, I'm not far from death anyway, I've lived enough, you still have a lot of life, don't give up. ”

"Shut up!" Hoffa was unwilling.

But Nicola Lemay stretched out his palm, grasped his arm firmly, and tucked an old necklace into his finger: "Leave me alone, boy, they have come, go, go and solve the problem!"

Hoffa could no longer ignore Miller and Grindelwald, who were getting closer, and he stood up and stopped in front of Lemay.

Grindelwald staggered over from a distance, with a contemptuous smile on his face, and as he went, he pulled out a small black stone from his pocket.

Seeing Grindelwald take out the stone, Hoffa's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw Grindelwald put the stone to his mouth and whispered, "He's going to die." ”

A white light appeared in the black stone, and the white light flashed. A slender figure stepped out of the resurrection stone. She wasn't as real as a living person's body, but much more real than a ghost, it was Aglaia, who looked at Hoffa sadly, shaking her head as if to remind him to run.

Grindelwald couldn't help but laugh and said, "If someone has to come to enjoy this scene, who else is a better audience than her?"

"Grindelwald!"

Hoffa's eyes cracked.

"This time, you can't run. ”

Grindelwald's smile disappeared, and he casually threw the resurrection stone aside: "This time, I can't escape if I want you to plug in your wings." ”

After he finished speaking, in the direction of Voldemort's resurrection pool, Miller got up from the ground, he raised his wand, and the words in his mouth. The spell was more obscure and complex than any of Hoffa's previous spells, and with it, the magic in the air fluctuated violently like a tsunami.

Hoffa didn't dare to let Miller finish the spell, he used his mental force field to control the rocks on the ground to roll and drown Miller, trying to interrupt his spell casting.

Grindelwald stomped on the ground with one foot, and Hoffa's mental force field crashed into an impregnable wall, unable to penetrate the ground any longer, and the rolling waves of stones stopped after losing control.

Grindelwald pulled his hands, and a clear javelin appeared in his hand, and he raised his arm and threw the clear sharp knife at Hoffa like a javelin.

In flight, the transparent javelins changed from one to two, two to four, four to eight, and eight to sixteen infinitely split, and soon they were dense and overwhelming.

With one finger of one hand, Hoffa turned countless transparent javelins into countless butterflies during the flight.

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, and the butterflies continued to morph, turning into pieces of iron darts that flew and swirled around Hoffa, rubbing several bloody cuts into his skin.

Knowing that Grindelwald was also a master of shapeshifting, Hoffa turned and crouched down to protect Lemay, and the darts he shot were transformed again, this time turning into harmless catkins that landed on him.

Grindelwald smiled coldly, and the catkins instantly turned into thick cobwebs, which were extremely sticky, making him unable to break free.

Fifty seconds.

Miller's spell was nearing its end, and a flash of fire appeared in the night sky, and then a flash of fire turned into several points of light, which turned out to be one meteorite after another.

Hoffa gasped.

Under such a huge offensive, even the group of black and white wizards who were fighting frantically in the audience couldn't help but raise their heads one after another, looking at the meteors in the sky.

As Grindelwald walked, he split into countless illusions, each of which raised its arm, and a sharp, transparent knife appeared in its hand.

The meteors were falling very fast, and in a few moments, they were wrapped in unparalleled energy and fell to the ground.

Hoffa didn't dare to carry Miller's magic, and he took a step back, intending to pick up Lemay and enter the ghost walk.

Countless visions of Grindelwald took one step forward, only one step. The invisible mental force field crashed into Hoffa's mind like a high-speed speeding train.

The tremendous mental shock from Grindelwald sent his mind to the ground, his eyes went blank, and for a brief three seconds, he was completely unconscious.

By the time he recovered from his vertigo, he was hit by a meteor shower summoned by Miller, and he was swallowed up by a massive explosion before he even had time to enter the Ghost Walk.

The labyrinth turned into a sea of fire, the Queteri Stadium was bombed and staggered, and countless beams were destroyed in the sea of fire. The crowd was raining, screaming and falling from the high platform.

The flames filled Hoffa's eyes, and he subconsciously hid in the shadow world.

The gray shadow world was also covered with billowing smoke, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Ten seconds later.

Forty seconds.

At the second he walked away from the ghost, countless visions of Grindelwald brandished transparent knives in an instant, and Hoffa's left arm, who couldn't dodge, was cut off on the spot, and there were countless mouths on his body.

He touched his face, and the sharp blade on his cheek cut a deep wound that blurred the view of his right eye.

Even though he couldn't see his own appearance, he knew that he was blind in his right eye.

In the midst of the fire, Aglaia's soul knelt down and covered her face. I don't want to look at it anymore.

"Hahahahahaha~"

The bloodied baby Voldemort laughed at the resurrection pool, and he said, "You're done, you're finally done, Bach." ”

With Voldemort's joyful laughter, his large purple serpent, Naniji, burst out of the most inconspicuous of dark corners.

Hiss!

Covered in blood, Hoffa covered in blood covered his eyes with one hand and dragged the dying Nicolame back stumbling back with the other, although he recovered extremely quickly at night, he could not withstand this level of damage.

The battle just now seemed long and changeable, but in fact it took less than twenty seconds, and in just twenty seconds, Hoffa's wings were cut off, and another arm was broken, and one eye was blind.

If Nicolame hadn't been attacked, if Miller hadn't been controlled, maybe he wouldn't have been destroyed so easily.

But now, the pain washed over his brain like a wave, and reason warned him again and again, warning him to get out of here.

In the distance, the pool of resurrection spews hot liquid, and baby Voldemort stands at the edge of the pool, ready to be resurrected.

Miller began another new round of spellcasting.

This time, the magic fluctuations were even more violent than the last time, and in the sky distorted by the heat, a meteorite a hundred times larger than the previous one was forming.

Grindelwald stepped on the flames, his cage-free eyes devoid of emotion, a chaotic mental force field spreading around him, and some extremely twisted bugs crawled out of the soil beneath his feet.

"It's all over, Hoffa, the same as me, you will never be my opponent.

But I have to admit that you are different from the other people I have seen, and it is precisely because of your presence that my lonely life has been lit up and made me not seem so boring. When we wake up next time, we may be able to be a harmonious pair of teachers and students. ”

"Why are you talking to him so much?"

Voldemort lay on the ground and laughed heartily: "It's useless, Bach, you're dead, hahahahahaha." This time, you will definitely lose, accept your fate!"

"Farewell. ”

Countless Grindelwald visions said.

They stretched out their hands in unison, and each of them grew into a tentacle that was so sharp that if he stabbed Hoffa, he would be pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows, and he would never be repaired.

"Run, fool!"

Aglaia's soul shouted at him.

Voldemort's purple serpent, Nanigi, opened his bloody jaws and bit into Hoffa's head in the air. The fangs were several feet long, glowing with scarlet light in the flames.

"Let's go, let's go"

Nicola said hoarsely in the crook of his arm: "It is not for you, you must survive"

He barely opened his one eye, and in the smoke of gunpowder, Hoffa saw the dying Nicolamay, the kneeling Aglaea, the huge meteorite falling from the sky, the purple serpent that opened its mouth to bite him, and the chaotic and evil teacher

Thirty seconds

The one-armed Hoffa loosened Nicolamay.

Stand on the fiery Quedic arena.

Closing his only eye, he didn't even want to use the illusion anymore.

The combination of Grindelwald and Miller completely shattered his hopes of fighting back.

The real end of the road is nothing more than this, and there is no helper by his side.

Even if he can escape here, he can't escape this world, he can't escape this plane, this is the prison that Sylby has carefully built for him.

He couldn't escape anything in this prison.

"Is that really the case?" someone asked.

He opened his eyes.

Harry Potter, who was unconscious on the grass, came to him at some point, looking at him quietly, those green eyes were so deep that it was impossible to look directly, and time and space seemed to stop at this moment.

"Have you thought about it?"

His mouth didn't move, but his voice went straight to the depths of his consciousness.

Where is Harry Potter, it turns out to be another guy possessed by the god of nightmares.

"It's time. ”

Harry Potter (the god of nightmares) whispered, "Promise me, you're alone, not their opponent." ”

Hoffa looked at the young man in front of him and muttered, "Do I have any other choice?"

"No more. The god of nightmares shrugged: "There is no way, and it is also the end of the road, even if you can escape for a while, you will not be able to escape for a lifetime." You don't have any choice but to promise me. ”

"Hehehe" Hoffa smiled miserably: "In that case, then what am I running around this year for?"

"People are like this, when they are young and vigorous, they think they can overcome fate, but when they turn around, they still have to learn to compromise. The god of nightmares said, "Everyone is like this, and you don't have to blame yourself, it's too late to say yes." ”

Nicolame was dying, flames licking his skin and hair, the serpent's jaw dripping red with blood, Grindelwald getting closer and closer to him, the heat of the meteorite making it impossible to breathe.

Hoffa's lips trembled, and he closed his eyes extremely unwillingly: "I want to know, promise you what will happen"