The dragon roared across the sky, and the crowd ran around the city like crazy, but they couldn't see the dragon.

In the absurd city, they weep, they break down, they face the loneliness of their hearts, they are in pain, they can't vent their emotions, they either go crazy in silence or die in revelry.

A week later. On a hillside in an unknown seaside town, Hoffa awoke from a nightmare, his face pale and his back aching from the dilapidated wooden bed beneath him.

It took a while for his golden eyes to regain focus.

At this moment, a week or so has passed since Hogwarts' madness, and for the past week, the void dragon that flies around the world and his soul link have caused Hoffa to experience nightmares and hallucinations.

He could dream of each other's location, each other's thoughts, and each other's actions, just as Harry often dreamed of Voldemort, and even more often and frantically.

He sat up from the wooden bed and heard the sound of voices coming from the hillside outside the door.

"Will he be okay?"

"He's healthy, like a bull. ”

Hoffa got up and walked barefoot out the door, where Fatil and Aglaia were talking in the early morning sunlight by the fire, on which were two strings of fish.

"I'm not asking about his body, I mean ......"

Aglaia pointed to her head and asked Fatil softly.

"Very few people die more than twice. ”

Fatil fiddled with the bonfire and said nonchalantly, "Unless that man loses hope completely." ”

"That's ......"

Aglaia saw Hoffa standing by the wooden door and chose to keep her mouth shut.

Fatil also saw Hoffa, and he nodded slightly to him.

"Yo, wake up. ”

"I'm going to get tea. ”

Aglaia said, glancing at Hoffa and walking around to the back of the house.

After she left, Hoffa stepped on the snow on the ground and slowly walked to the campfire on the hillside and said hello.

"Hi. ”

"Did you sleep well?"

Fatil asked without raising his head.

"Hmm. ”

Hoffa nodded and sat down on the stone.

Putting his hand on the fire, he looked at the man he hadn't seen a few times since school started.

The guilt and uneasiness in his heart are indescribable, just a week ago, he almost killed the other party's daughter.

But apparently Fatil didn't dwell on the past, he directly pulled out a newspaper from behind his back and handed it to Hoffa. Hoffa took it and saw that the contents of the newspaper were shocking.

Black-and-white magical photographs depict groups of people, Muggles and wizards, huddled through the city, their faces smeared with oil paint, and smashing like savages. They smashed the incendiary objects in their hands into tall buildings and smashed into cars.

Among them, someone also put his face close to the camera and shouted frantically, "God is dead!"

With laughter, the reporter with the camera was swept to the ground by the chaotic crowd.

Hoffa's fingers tightened and he put down the newspaper.

"The country is close to collapse, and a large number of people die every day by suicide and homicide. ”

Fatil whispered, "No one cares about the rules anymore, Hogwarts is closed, Gringotts is bankrupt.

Grindelwald wants to destroy the foundation of British society, and his goal is being achieved step by step. ”

After a pause, he said, "I've been delayed here for too long, Grindelwald's next step must be other infrastructure, maybe Azkaban, or maybe St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic."

Aglaia and I are leaving here today, and we're going to stop Grindelwald and break him off. ”

At this time, Aglaia turned from behind with a small cup in her hand, and when she heard Fatil's words, she couldn't help exclaiming, "Father......"

But Fatil didn't pay attention to her, he looked at Hoffa directly:

"Someone has to stop the void dragon. It walks in the Muggle world of chaos and nothingness, it is the source of everything, and if it does not disappear, despair and misery will always hang over the world. ”

Aglaia sighed, and she walked over to Hoffa and handed him a hot cup of pine needle tea.

Hoffa took it gratefully and took a sip, slightly bitter, but piping hot.

"Do you want me to defeat that dragon?" he asked softly.

Fatil didn't answer, just looked at him.

"I don't know what to do. ”

Hoffa put down the newspaper, "I'm not sure if I can beat it. ”

"If anyone can defeat that monster, it's you. Fatil said:

"It's born out of you and it's a monster, and only you can understand its motives, its weaknesses, aren't you?"

Hoffa held a twig and stirred the bonfire in front of him, and after a long silence, he suddenly turned his head sideways:

"It's the body. ”

"What?"

"It does have part of my soul, but its body is not mine, and I wonder who made it. ”

"If it's just physical life, I think it must be the work of Neuberhagrid, who used alchemy to extract the lives of other dragons and fuse them into a monster. ”

"Noble Hagrid?"

Hoffa was stunned as he thought of his strange adventure during the summer vacation. The bearded man wanted.

"Noble Hagrid made another body of me?"

"That's right, I've met him once before. ”

Fatil took a note from his pocket and handed it to Hoffa:

"If you want to find him, you can follow this map, I left a magic beacon on him last time, but I don't have time to look for him again. ”

Hoffa looked at the sticky note and thought of the summer vacation, when Noble finally left him and left alone. That guy really made another self?

At this moment, Fatil finished drinking the tea in his cup. Standing up, "Life is hard, and I think you're going to have to face him sooner or later." ”

Hoffa put away the note, "I understand. ”

"Good. Fatil nodded in satisfaction.

Turning around, he patted Aglaia on the shoulder: "If you have anything to say, hurry up, we're about to leave." ”

With that, he walked down the hillside and disappeared into the bushes, leaving only Hoffa and Aglaia by the winter campfire, facing each other.

Aglaia looked at Hoffa and seemed to have a lot to say to him, but they only exchanged glances with each other to know each other's thoughts, and now they couldn't back down.

In the end, she couldn't say anything brilliant, just looked at Hoffa: "You're good, don't do stupid things." ”

Hoffa nodded: "I understand. ”

After a simple breakfast, Fatil left Hoffa with Aglia. They mounted the dragon and disappeared into the sky.

At this moment, he sat alone by the campfire, facing the ocean in the distance, and opened the piece of paper that Fatil had given him that resembled a navigation map.

On the paper, an arrow points to the Hebdili Islands in the distance.

After confirming his location, he silently turned and set out on an unknown journey. This is the second time he has carried out a mission with Nobel, only this time, it is no longer for the adventure and excitement, but for his own salvation.

......

......

An isolated island in the North Sea, Azkaban Prison.

On the ground, blood meandered and littered with rubble and batons, and the bodies of countless jailers lay to the ground, some twisted limbs, some with large holes in their heads. Some of their bodies were even torn in half.

A silver dragon patronus perched high in the dungeon, its cold eyes looking around, the scene seemed to cause no disturbances in the slightest. The Dementors of Azkaban cowered in the corner in the light of the Patronus.

Countless groups of prisoners dressed in blue and white striped prison uniforms gathered under the Lower Dragon Patronus, their heads raised, their bodies covered in still warm blood.

Surprisingly, they all remained silent.

In the prison of Nuoda, there was a clanging sound. It was the sound of bone joints and iron railings crashing.

A man with pale hair sliced his slender fingers across the cold iron railing, tapping the iron surface.

In his right hand, he dragged a battered man with a bruised nose and swollen face, who was wearing a black cloak and was none other than the warden of Azkaban.

Thump!

The warden tumbled down the stairs and was surrounded by countless prisoners who had been suppressed for years.

The warden looked up and saw the angry and adoring expressions in the prisoners' eyes, but the frenzy was as fierce as a beast. The image almost made him faint.

Grindelwald stood on a high place and glanced around:

"Prisons, the specialties of human civilization, machines that deprive time and hope. You are being held here for murder, robbery, treason, violence. Morally speaking, you are all hopeless thugs, prisoners.

But in my opinion, these morals are rules, all rules are lies, and in the world, there is only one rule. It should only be, there is a rule, survival of the fittest. ”

The prisoners were in an uproar.

Grindelwald: "I have a natural affection for those who dare to break the rules, we are human beings, and the original sin of man is in everyone. And sometimes, humans don't have the right to make choices...... Isn't it?"

As he finished slowly, the prison burst into thunderous applause. The frenzy and hope in their eyes were even greater, and that was the look of the Messiah.

The applause was about to stop, and the ground resounded with angry and angry scolding:

"Maniac!!Monster!!Devil!!"

It turned out to be the warden who roared, he struggled to prop himself up, pointed at Grindelwald and scolded: "You wait, someone will come to clean you up......."

"I'll prove it to you. ”

Grindelwald interrupted him slowly, slowly but firmly, "It's the Warden." At some point, it will become the same as you. ”

He snapped his fingers.

"Schmidt. ”

In the shadows in the distance, step by step stepped another man, tall and wearing heavy shackles, he looked at Grindelwald with tears and respect in his eyes.

Grindelwald said lightly: "It's time to dedicate yourself." ”

"Yes. ”

Schmidt said, stepping forward and crouching down in front of the slumped warden. Shove a sharpened piece of iron into the warden's hand.

The warden looked at the iron piece in his hand with a stunned look.

Grindelwald: "Warden Vincent, you have two options, one is to kill Schmidt, so that you can join us and continue to live in this ridiculous world." The other is to be killed by my friends. ”

"I'm going to eat, you think I'm going to listen to you?" the warden snarled and cursed.

"You only have 5 seconds, Rutrov will give you 5 seconds to kill him. ”

"You're a sociopathic maniac, a madman!"

The warden panted and cursed, "Destined to be nailed to the sorcerer's pillar of shame forever." ”

Grindelwald was unmoved, stretching out a palm: "5,"

The countdown begins.

The warden trembled and stared at Grindelwald.

Schmidt Rutrov, on the other hand, got down on one knee with affection and looked at Grindelwald.

"4," Grindelwald retracted a finger.

"Maniac...... You madman......"

The warden was short of breath, and cold sweat was dripping from his head.

“3，”

Grindelwald retracted a finger again, indifferent as a machine-like countdown.

“3！！”

All the prisoners stared at the two people in the field with wide eyes, breathing rapidly, their fists clenched, and they couldn't help but start the countdown with Grindelwald, and the sound resounded through the prison.

The warden looked at the piece of iron in his hand.

"You ..... You psychopath!"

The warden trembled like chaff, and cold sweat flowed from every corner of his body.

“2。 ”

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, grinning a little, and almost retracted his last finger.

“1。 ”

At this moment, the invisible pressure was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The warden struggled to his feet, and a sharp piece of iron was inserted into the neck of Lutrov, who was kneeling on the ground. Blood gushed out, and the ground turned red in an instant.

The iron piece was pulled out, and the warden looked at the reddened iron piece in his hand, and then at the immobile Lutrov. For a moment, two strands trembled, and the iron pieces fell to the ground. Collapsed and fell to his knees under tremendous pressure, wailing and crying.

Grindelwald bent down and touched Rutrov's cheek with his hand, "You're the best angel ever." ”

Schmidt Rutrov smiled and fell to the ground. Died of exhaustion.

Grindelwald straightened up, not looking at the kneeling warden, nor at the dying Schmidt Rutrov. His eyes were fixed on the void, stubborn and arrogant.

This moment.

Tsunami-like cheers resounded through the prison, like a paradise lost at the end of the day. Imprisoned in this dark cage for so long, no one wanted to stay here any longer.

The screaming lasted for less than a second before it stopped.

Grindelwald held up a finger and said calmly:

"I decided to take some people out of here and do something more meaningful. However, if you want to go out with me, there are conditions. ”

With a wave of his finger, Grindelwald made a loud bang, and all the steel bars on the prison flew out, scattering Ding Ling in front of the prisoners.

Grindelwald looked around, stepped over Schmidt's corpse, the crowd automatically dispersed into two rows, and he said lightly:

"Only half of the people here can go out, I just want the best people. As a pass to freedom, find your opponents and kill them. ”

With that, he walked through the prisoners, not squinting,

Only the group of prisoners behind them looked at each other.

In the end, I don't know who rushed to the ground first, and this action was like a fuse that ignited the explosives, pushing the entire prison into complete disorder and madness.