In the dusk of the street, little Barty, who was dragging Moody, suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hoffa.

Between the lightning and the fire, Hoffa rolled on the spot.

The lightning spell was dodged by him, hitting the wall behind him, and a huge spider appeared in the place where the wall was hit by the spell, the spider had thick chelicerae, and it was clasped to the wall, you can imagine what would have happened if it had just been hit by the spell.

After missing the blow, Barty Jr. slowly lowered his wand and showed a calm smile that definitely didn't belong to him, "I'm not old, but I react quite quickly." ”

"The makeover spell can't fool me. Hoffa slowly got up from the ground: "You better change back." ”

"Good eyesight, who sent you, Voldemort?"

As he spoke, Little Barty's face squirmed and changed, gradually turning into an ugly and wrinkled old man, and the old man with a broken chin he was dragging in his hand became a young man with withered yellow hair.

"No, we're just passing through. ”

Hoffa lied casually, but remained on high alert. In less than twenty seconds, the confident little Barty was defeated, and even the chin was removed. In the end, it's an old Auror, even if he's retired, it's not just anyone who can ride on his head and and pee.

"Didn't your parents teach you politeness and morality, young man, to attack the officials of the Ministry of Magic?"

Hoffa raised an eyebrow, he didn't know the exact age of Mad-Eye Moody, but if he was really old, he would be two years younger than himself.

(He looks at the sunset that is about to sink in the distance, pulls out a tube of blue potion from his waist and holds it in the palm of his hand.) ）

Seeing that Hoffa didn't speak, the mad-eyed man's normal eyes shone with some kind of burning anger: "Are you in league with Voldemort?"

"No, I don't know him. ”

Hoffa stalled for time and stepped back. The day was coming to an end, and he didn't want to use septic potions if he could.

"Lying," Mad-Eyed Moody's blue eyes rolled wildly, "Your expression has traces of lying." He raised his palm, "This guy, Barty Crouch Jr., a famous Death Eater, one of Voldemort's lackeys, you came to him in such a hurry, it means that you are also Voldemort's lackey, right?"

"I'm just an ordinary wizard passing by. As he spoke, he touched the gate of the courtyard.

"Don't think!"

Mad-Eye Moody was as dutiful as a cop who saw a thief, raising his wand and waving it at the cross.

The courtyard wall behind him slammed shut, and rivets emerged from the courtyard wall, spinning to seal Hoffa's retreat.

"I don't know how this guy escaped, but when I catch you, I'll know ——— faint!"

A red spell erupted from the Mad-Eye's wand, and Hoffa looked at the sun in the sky, reluctantly opened the cap and took a sip.

Click!

The spell stopped less than a centimeter in front of Hoffa, striking a transparent shield. Behind the shield, it was Hoffa's raised fingers.

Moody withdrew his wand, his expression changing from disdain to seriousness, "Shield spell? ”

"Thank you. ”

Hoffa let go of his fingers, the sun was about to set, and he didn't know what would happen if night fell, and he still had the septic potion on him. But he hopes to get Mad-Eye Moody out in the final day.

The Mad-Eye man let go of little Barty, whose chin had been removed, and slowly walked around the yard, "I underestimate you, where's your wand? ”

"Good. ”

Hoffa nodded, and he snapped off a rattan from the grape trellis in Moody's yard and lifted it like a wizard did in a duel.

"What a joke!"

This action angered Mad-Eye Moody, his blue magic eyes turned wildly, and he immediately flicked his wand: "There are many obstacles!"

Behind Hoffa and on the ground appeared countless boxy stone bricks, unevenly layered.

Then he waved his wand again: "Landslide and Crack!"

There was a loud bang, the ground trembled, the house next to it collapsed in half, and the garbage cans on the road flipped to the ground, and the garbage exploded everywhere.

Hoffa's feet were crooked, he was unsteady on his feet, and he fell into the gap in the stone bricks. Mad-Eye Moody waved his wand wide, and he sank deeper and deeper into the stone bricks.

But just as Hoffa was about to get entangled, he threw out the branch in his hand, and the branch deformed and swelled as it flew, turning into a lion the size of three adults, opening its bloody jaws in the air and biting down on Moody's neck.

Alastor Moody's expression changed dramatically, and he immediately retrieved his wand.

At the same time, his left hand raised his shield to block the bite of the male lion. Then he took three steps back in a row and raised his wand: "Split!"

The spell hits the lion, blowing it apart.

But before the lion could hit the ground, its mane shattered and turned black, and then it turned into tens of thousands of ants, which spread like a black carpet on the ground, rushing towards Moody in all directions, and the rustling sound made people shudder.

Mad-Eye Moody stepped back again, but found himself unable to move, and when he looked down, several stone hands had crawled out of the ground and grabbed his ankles firmly.

The ant colony quickly crawled up his body from the ground down his trouser legs and knees.

Transfiguration, damn it!

Mad-Eyed Moody's wand waved again.

"The flames are blazing!"

A band of flame covered the ground, even himself. The tongue of fire crackled and licked, and some of the ants crackled and exploded like popcorn.

More ants turned into metal chains in the flames, binding his arms, calves, and waist.

Immobilized, Moody was unable to cast the spell, and the flames turned into red embers, dissipating little by little into the sunset.

Hoffa crawled out of the obstacle spell and cautiously made his way to Moody, who was trapped in the lock.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, Moody's blue eyes rolling wildly, and the sweat on his head wet his gray hair.

Hoffa reached for the wand in Moody's hand.

Suddenly, there was a pain in the heart.

He clutched his chest and took two steps back. I didn't catch my breath.

Blood flow throughout the body has stopped.

When I looked up, the sun had completely set, a crescent moon was shining in the sky, and the effect of the septic potion had not yet passed, and it felt as uncomfortable as an iron nail pierced into my chest.

The metal chains on Mad-Eye Moody's body shrank and dissipated as soon as they lost their master's control, turning back into a grape branch and falling to the ground.

He reacted extremely quickly, and the moment he regained his freedom, he immediately stretched out his wooden leg and kicked him in the chest.

Affected by the septic potion, Hoffa flew out and slammed into the wall almost without resistance.

Alastor Moody rolled over and got up, picked up his wand, and pointed straight ahead regardless of it, "Cone the chest and pierce the bones!"

Click, click, click!!

Three spikes appeared out of thin air, piercing Hoffa's chest in the blink of an eye, pinning him firmly to the courtyard wall, all of which were pierced.

"Woo woo ......"

The smoke billowed and little Barty, who was slumped in the distance, let out a frightened whimper, and immediately crawled out the door without looking back.

Moody stood panting as he looked at the bald boy who was nailed to the wall, motionless, and then at the ordinary vine on the ground.

Until now, he couldn't imagine that he had just been trapped by a vine on a grape trellis. What the hell is that young bald wizard?

He's dead?

The boy on the wall was motionless.

Should have died.

Even though he was nailed to the wall motionless, Moody instinctively didn't want to get near the guy. He walked up to Barty Crouch Jr., who was crawling on the ground. A palm flipped him over.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The yellow-haired youth let out a frightened whimper, raised his palm, and could not speak.

"Heal as ever!"

Moody's wand pointed at Barty's chin, and with a click, the removed jaw was re-attached.

"Hey, hey, hey... Moody, Moody's boss..."Barty Jr. broke out in a cold sweat, "you're really... It's really getting older. ”

"Shut up, tell me, all the information about that guy, what's his name, where did he come from, and which family does he belong to?"

"I ..... I..... I...... Barty Jr.'s eyes turned behind Moody, and the expression on his face slowly changed from horror to sarcasm: "Do you want to... You want to, you know... Why don't you ask him yourself?"

Well?

Moody said something was wrong, and he jerked his head.

I saw that the young man who had been nailed to the wall by him with a cone-heart curse actually raised his head and looked indifferently ahead. Then, he pressed the spikes on his chest, along the three arm-thick spikes, and walked over little by little, blood gushing out of his chest in large streams, but not a drop fell to the ground.

Such a strange and abnormal scene made Moody secretly cry out badly.

Without saying a word, he immediately entered a state of apparition. Years of combat experience told him that he should leave the place immediately.

Crackling.

The bloody boy broke free from his spikes and fell to the ground.

Crackling.

Mad Eye Moody enters the Apparition.

But just a second before the phantom shifted, the strange boy appeared in front of him with a puff of red blood mist, and his palm fell lightly and hit his neck.

The seemingly gentle blow made Moody feel like a lightning strike, and the whole person stood motionless, paralyzed. His blue eyes almost turned to the back of his head, and he couldn't imagine how that guy could move even after being pierced in the chest.

Little Barty lay on the ground, looking at Hoffa in the moonlight, tears of admiration and longing flashed in his eyes, and he almost cried, "It's amazing...... Worthy of Mr. Bach..... Worthy of Mr. Bach......"

"Waste, shut up. ”

Hoffa turned his head slightly, interrupting little Barty's sycophancy, the wound on his chest healed rapidly in the moonlight, and the effect of the septic potion was gradually fading.

"You...... You...... Who are you!?you can't be a nameless person with this ability......" Moody asked, his body twitching, some strange electric current flowing through him, making him almost immobile.

"Who I am, it's none of your business. ”

Hoffa finished lightly and picked up old Moody from the ground. Fingers reaching for his eye sockets, removing his frantically spinning blue eyes, and then removing Moody's prosthetic legs, all necessary tools for his disguise.

But when he took off Moody's clothes, Hoffa found a stack of papers on Moody's chest. That's a few photographs, and a couple of blackened bone samples.

Picking up the bone sample, Hoffa immediately squinted his eyes, and on the bone fragment, there was a rough carving of a triangular notch, the triangle was a circle, and in the center of the circle was a vertical line.

The sign of the Grim Reaper.

Not only that, but he could also detect some kind of strange aura on the charred bone fragments, which awakened some long-term memories that were lurking in his mind.

Death Mysteries - Helheim.

When he was in his first year at Hogwarts, Joey, the hunting ground guard at the time, sacrificed his life to open the door to Helheim, the secret realm of death, in order to communicate with the dead Thunderbird. The cold aura inside the door was still fresh in his memory.

And at this moment, he sensed the breath of the Death Mystery Realm on this bone fragment.

"What are these?" said Hoffa, picking up the charred bone fragment and asking Moody with a solemn expression.

"You don't want anything from me, shapeshifter!"

Mad-Eye Moody, who was languishing on the ground, sneered and said, "God is really blind to have such power and not do good deeds, but to follow Voldemort ......"

Hoffa snorted disdainfully, shook his head, and said to Barty Crouch Jr., who was standing behind him, "Imperius Curse!"

"Yes, Mr. Bach. ”

Little Barty excitedly clutched his chin and stepped forward. The wand was pointed at Moody in the chair, "Out of body." ”

A flash of white light.

Mad-Eyed Moody's eyes immediately drifted, and his expression became stupid and stupid.

"Tell me, what is this?" Hoffa bent down and continued.

“@#%^iui.....”

Mad-Eye Moody collapsed on the ground, muttering inaudibly.

"What are you talking about, say it louder?" said Hoffa, putting his ear to his mouth.

"¥$》*+p....." The Mad-Eye Man is still muttering aimlessly.

Hoffa's brows furrowed, his ears pressed closer, and he commanded loudly, "Be clear, what are you talking about?"

Mad-Eye Moody sneered: "I said, I'm your grandfather." ”

Hoffa turned his head abruptly, and saw Alastor Moody's uncompromising one-eyed and the corners of his wriggling mouth in the white moonlight.

Cough!!

He opened his mouth and clenched a tooth, spitting blood and spitting out.

It was very close, but fortunately the time limit of the septic potion had expired, and Hoffa turned his head lightning to avoid Moody's saliva, almost bending his head to ninety degrees.

But little Barty, who was standing behind him, was not so lucky, and he was sprayed in the face with bloody saliva.

He screamed, covering his face and rolling wildly.

Hoffa slowly stood up, looked at the crippled but resolute face of Mad-Eye Moody, and realized that he had underestimated him after all. This guy actually got rid of the control of the Imperius Curse, and he is obviously also a wizard with a very high spirit.

"Kill you!"

"Kill you!"

"Kill you!"

Little Barty roared in rage and stood up, his hair scattered.

The Imperius curse didn't work, and he was spat on, and in a fit of rage, he grabbed a jug from the ground and slammed it on Moody Sr.

Bang!!

The kettle shattered, and the liquid from the kettle ran down Moody's cheek, and he tilted his head and collapsed limply on the ground, unconscious.

"Kill you..... Kill you...... Kill you!"

Little Barty was not relieved, he raised the broken tile in his hand, his expression was distorted, but when he turned his head to see Hofa's cold golden eyes, he dropped the tile stiffly, and began to spit on Moody, scolding while spitting, "Old immortal, old immortal, old immortal......."

Hoffa watched as little Barty spat on Alastor Moody in a frenzied manner, but did not stop him. He carefully put away the photographs and bone samples, and walked out of the courtyard into Mad-Eyed Moody's house.

There was no valuable furniture in the house, and the only thing that was left to be destroyed in the battle with Barty Jr.

But even so.

He still saw that there was an entire wall in the living room with a huge map of Europe hanging on it. And on the map of Europe, densely marked in red, when I got closer, I found that under each label was written - people are missing.

Its own theatre, the Welsh World Cup Stadium, is also marked.

Hoffa couldn't help but clench his fists, his eyes solemn.

Sure enough, Grindelwald's plan to destroy the world was not completely airtight, and some people still noticed the clues. It's just that for some unknown reason, this large number of people has disappeared, and it has not been reported so far.

He counted the locations marked on the map, and there were more than a dozen, and there were them in every country.

He gasped.

In this way, there are more than a dozen places across Europe that are being attacked by unknown attacks, not just two places.

If each place has as many missing people as its own theater, then a dozen places are conservatively estimated to be tens of thousands.

Tens of thousands of people died in less than a few days, or the size of the whole of Europe, which made Hoffa puzzled.

How on earth did that Grindelwald guy appear in so many places at the same time?