Hoffa raised his head, the wound on his face slowly healing.

"Don't be so willful, let the other deans handle it. ”

Osivia's gaze withdrew from Hoffa's palm.

"I have to say, you are the first student I have ever taught, and you are probably the best student I have ever taught in my life. ”

"Thanks for the compliment, Professor Romanoff, can we make peace now......?"

Osviaa shook his head, "I can give you an A+ at the end of the semester, but you don't want to cover up anyone in this school." ”

"I don't want to cover up, I just want the other deans to come over. ”

"Do you think I don't know what the deans will do?"

Ossivia sneered and said sharply:

"They'll force it down as if it never happened. They will use the Oblivion Charm on you as they do on Muggles, and they will maintain the stain on this school as they maintain the secrecy of the entire wizarding society.

It is precisely because there are some people who value stability above all else that they allow all kinds of chaos and injustice to be born. ”

She raised her voice.

"You tolerate, you tolerate every day, give in. Watching all kinds of terrible things happen around me but being indifferent, what I think about is how to make the group stable!"

She said calmly, but her body was trembling, the killing intent in the air was getting stronger and stronger, and the other party was trying his best to suppress his anger.

"You think I'm not going to change, and when did you make the change? From the beginning, you got along with me with Ravenclaw arrogance, and now, you stand in front of me arrogantly and accuse me of everything!"

Her words left Hoffa irrefutable.

He even wanted to back away, but when he looked behind him, his thighs were heavy.

"Only not this time. ”

Hoffa said with difficulty, clenching the necklace.

"You can't just kill people. ”

Ossivia threw away her wand and said bluntly, "You are indeed good at transfiguration, but you don't know about human transfiguration.

A true master of transformation does not need to rely on external objects. ”

She abandoned the shield charm, and scales appeared around her eyes, which was very eerie. Her right arm actually glowed with a pale green metallic sheen little by little, and the metallic luster quickly wrapped around her arm, and she raised her arm, her nails as sharp as knives.

Hoffa took a step back in astonishment.

Ossivia actually turned his arm into metal, but he was still able to maintain nerve activity, which was an unbelievable transfiguration.

"Come on, Bach. ”

After speaking, she swung her snake tail, and the whole person disappeared directly in place.

So fast!

Hoffa's eyes scanned her surroundings, but it was difficult to catch her speed. He quickly backed away, stone slabs blocking in front of him.

There were a few explosions, and the slate shattered. When Ossivia burst out, she was almost covered in a metallic sheen.

Hoffa didn't know what the price of this transformation would be, but there was no doubt that it wouldn't be small, and it seemed that Ossivia had already come up with the ability to press the bottom of the box.

She raised her arm and smashed it down without any fancy, and Hoffa blocked with his sword.

The two walked sideways.

Rumble!!

The floor tiles under Hoffa's feet shattered into seven pieces, and he fell to his knees. A sweet throat.

He looked at his palm, and with this simple movement, his tiger's mouth was shocked to numbness and bleeding.

He could feel the wail of his wand, which had been very painful for him just now, the power of Osivia's state was too great.

"Bear with me, man. ”

Hoffa whispered, shaking the back of his hand.

However, the woe did not go alone, and the crack on the back of the hand did not heal.

He was slowly getting shorter, his activated state was gradually disappearing, and his spirit was about to be exhausted.

Ossivia in front of him slowly turned, half of his body turning into metal.

Damn it!

Hoffa looked at Dippert, who was bound by countless Aurors in the stone prison.

It can't be delayed any longer.

The fighting must be ended quickly.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and forcibly lifted his spirits, stopping the decay of the activated state.

Her eyes were firmly locked on Osivia's eyes, the only weakness in her body right now.

The broadsword in his hand slowly thinned, and gradually turned into a fist glove wrapped around Hoffa's arm, forming a silver-white slender fist spur.

Ossivia didn't look at Hoffa's armament, and she said calmly: "If you don't give up, how long can you hold out?"

"I could do this all day. Hoffa smiled palely, "Professor Romanoff." ”

Ossivia swung its tail and smashed through countless rubble.

Hofa concentrated all his strength on his arms, his legs bent, and he stood on the ground like an ancient fencer, his eyes firmly fixed on the only weakness of his opponent.

Her body gradually dilated in Hoffa's pupils.

It's close.

She raised her arms, all the snake hair on her head with her mouth open.

It's closer.

He leaned sideways and stretched out his arm, the silver tip of the sword quickly enlarged in Osivia's eyes.

But to Hofa's surprise, Ossivia didn't dodge, she didn't care about the punches that could pierce her head, she was so ferocious that she opened her claws and grabbed at Hofa's shoulder, completely fighting for her life.

Her green pupils were less than a centimeter away from the blade.

It seems that the next second is a scene of bursting eyeballs and brainstorming.

Lunatic!

Hoffa gritted his teeth.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, the direction of the fist stab shifted, grazing the opponent's neck and floating past, leaving a deep white mark.

Then, a sharp pain came from the shoulder.

Osivia's steely nails pierced Hoffa's shoulder, and she slammed him against the wall. The whole room shook.

......

......

Blood dripped down Osivia's arm, to the ground. Hoffa was half-hung in the air, his entire left arm completely paralyzed, and his right arm clasped Osivia's arm and exited the active state.

The two faced each other, Hoffa coughed violently, spurting blood on each other's faces, and he sneered hoarsely, "Are you satisfied?"

The red in Osivia's eyes gradually faded, and gradually, her expression changed from happy coldness to astonishment.

She withdrew from her banshee form.

She slowly became thinner and shorter, until she became an ordinary maiden with a disheveled head, and then, a gap opened in her white neck, and blood flowed out of it.

Smack.

She pulled her bloody hand from Hoffa's shoulder. Covered his bleeding neck.

The two each took a step back, losing both.

Hoffa clutched his left shoulder and leaned against the wall, looked sideways at Osivia, and said, "That's what you want?"

Ossivia looked at his bloody hands, and then at the blood-stained culture fluid beneath Hoffa.

"Why don't you dodge?" she said, grimacing, pushing away an Auror who had come over to support her.

Hoffa picked up his wand from the ground with one hand: "I'm sorry, I can't let you destroy the school. Even if the principal is guilty, I want it to be decided by a professional. ”

There was silence for a few seconds.

Osvia's eyes were hollow:

"I respect your choice, I won't care about Hogwarts anymore, I'll hand this matter over to the Wizengamot, and we'll end it here. ”

Hoffa looked at each other, knowing that some congenital character flaws may be difficult to change by relying on acquired experience, and their team has almost never been stable. Whether it's summer vacation, or now.

"That's it. Hoffa nodded.

She stepped forward and stretched out her arm, as if to shake Hoffa's hand.

But this action was misunderstood.

"Stop!!"

Suddenly there was a roar from the periphery of the crowd.

Immediately, a metal arm appeared out of thin air and smashed heavily into Osivia's chest, directly smashing her more than twenty meters into the wall.

The Aurors stepped forward, and an invisible barrier appeared on the ground. Like invisible glass on both sides, they can't help Ossivia by making a sound at all.

On the outskirts of the dark room, a tall man walked in in with a frightened and angry voice, holding up his wand and shouting, "What is the situation!?"

It's Dumbledore.

Hoffa turned his head and sighed.

It's finally here.

I saw that the dean of the fourth courtyard was standing in front of the door of the dark room at this moment, followed by a large number of school teachers.

Immediately, an old man with gray hair stood out from the crowd of Aurors, and he said calmly, "This is the scene of the crime, and no one is allowed to enter. ”

Dumbledore pushed the man in front of him away, ignoring him.

Slughorn stepped forward quickly, his wand pointed at the gray-haired old man, his expression grim.

"Don't move, Moros. ”

Dumbledore quickly walked over and put one hand around Hoffa, his fingers pressed against his wound, stopping the flow of blood.

Hoffa had never seen Dumbledore so angry, almost every one of his auburn beards was shaking, and the walls and floor were shattered by the massive magical pressure that filled the air.

He turned his head to look at the girl in the rubble, and said:

"Miss Romanoff, this is your teaching assistant, I think, you need to give me an explanation!"

Ossivia slowly rose from the rubble, facing an enraged Dumbledore, she had no fear, only complete emptiness and disappointment in her eyes.

She looked at Hoffa for a few seconds, then looked sideways at Dippet, who had fainted in the stone prison.

"Let your boss explain it to you. ”

With that, she took off the silver medal that symbolized her teacher, threw it on the ground, and turned to staggered away.

Dumbledore tried to stop it, but the gray-haired old Auror stopped Dumbledore.

"The Ministry of Magic will take care of this, Albus. ”

With that, the barrier that restricted the Aurors shattered, and they followed behind Osivia.

At this time, the school's teachers, teaching assistants, and prefects all rushed to the scene. They watched in disbelief.

Dumbledore's face was pale, but he didn't choose to chase and reason with the other party, he first ordered the three teachers to keep them up with the Aurors' team.

He then picked Hoffa up and handed him to Slughorn.

"Take him to therapy. Dumbledore ordered.

Slughorn immediately caught Hoffa and said, "What an amazing boy, come with me." ”

But Hoffa pushed the chubby Potions teacher away.

At this moment, the after-effects of the activated state came up like a tsunami, and the endless void was washing away Hoffa's spirit, but one thing sustained him and made him stand up forcibly in this state.

"Wait a minute, Professor Dumbledore. ”

Hoffa said.

Dumbledore was checking his surroundings, he turned his head and said in a condensed voice, "What's the matter, hurry up and heal with Horace!"

But Hoffa handed Dumbledore the Ravenclaw commemorative coin, pointed to the black coffin in the corner, and said:

"Open it, destroy it. ”

The eyes of the dean of the four courtyards all turned to the black coffin in the corner of the dark room.

Looking at the coin in Hoffa's hand, and then at the black coffin in the corner, Dumbledore was a little distracted, and he muttered, "I'm not sure if I should do this." ”

"This is the source, don't you understand, Professor? That's what Grindelwald gave ......."

His mind became more and more dizzy, and Hoffa covered his temples, gasping heavily, urging: "Hurry up, finish my job." ”

Dumbledore glanced at the other deans around him, took a deep breath, took the coin, and helped Hoffa up.

The two of them reached the black coffin, and Dumbledore pressed the coin in the middle of the three rings.

Click, as if triggering some kind of mechanism, at this moment, the three rings rotated at the same time. Crowns, bracelets, coins.

The head of the sheep slowly parted, revealing a handle inside.

Dumbledore grabbed the handle and lifted the entire coffin lid in one fell swoop, for a moment. He raised his wand and aimed it at the coffin.

The other deans around him also pulled out their wands, and then all the deans slowly lowered their wands.

Endless knowledge?

Or someone's bones?

No.

Nothing.

There were no piles of books, no rotting corpses, and nothing terrible happening.

Except for some years of dust falling from the top of the coffin, there was nothing else.

It's empty.

It was as if he was silently mocking everyone present.

Hofa, who had witnessed all this, had expected it, and he pursed his lips and let out a long breath, the side effects of the activation state and the haze of failure completely overdrawn his spirit.

The blow that had been done with all his might hit the air, and two months of hard work were all in vain.

He muttered to himself, "What am I doing?"