How old Barty broke free from his hands, how he rushed down the snow, and how he was knocked down by the old man standing in the shadows, Hoffa didn't want to care anymore.

Barty and his son did not escape the trap of fate, and although the death this time was different from anything he had seen in the hellish cinema in Helheim, it also made him feel a deep sense of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Everything has a chance coincidence, but the result is like the inevitability of fate.

Hoffa thought of what Aglaia had told him in the underworld, looked at Nicol Lemay in the distance, and slowly walked down the hill.

In the white frozen snow of the mountain stream, little Barty fell on the snow in large characters, and the blood slowly spilled down the hard snow like dye, steaming hot. However, the heat was quickly blown away by the cold wind of the mountain stream, and it no longer existed.

And beside him, old Barty knelt beside a cedar, his head against the trunk of the tree, his eyes stared directly at his son who had fallen on the snow, and a large hole in his chest had been blown out by the spell.

Looking at Barty and his son lying on the snow, Hoffa closed his eyes helplessly.

"Why?" he asked Nicol Lemay.

"What why. ”

Nicol Lemay looked at him coldly: "What are you doing with the people from the Ministry of Magic, we said that we will send Harry Potter when the time comes, why don't you come as planned." ”

"The plan doesn't work, Lemay. ”

Hoffa let out a long breath and spat out a mist in the cold night: "I can't do that task anymore. ”

"Is the plan not working, or do you have another plan?" asked Nicol Lemay sharply, holding up a necklace of ancient workmanship, and questioning, "Have you forgotten what we said in the first place?" ”

"I haven't forgotten..."

Hoffa whispered, and he walked over to Barty Jr., closing his eyes, his palms trembling slightly. He felt as if he had fallen into a swamp, and the more he struggled, the faster he sank: "Chloe won't allow you to do this." ”

"It has nothing to do with Chloe, resurrecting her is just my private plan, with you and without you, I will do the same, our goal is resurrection, do you understand?"

"I understand. ”

"You understand a fart. ”

Nicol Lemay glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was standing by rubbing his hands and laughing: "You, go and bury those two people, bury them farther away." ”

"Roger. ”

Peter Pettigrew, who received the command, immediately ran to Barty Jr.'s corpse, dragged him far away with a snort, and then ran back again, dragging Barty Sr.'s body down in the snow as well.

Then, he turned his wand into a shovel and scooped it up in the snow. In a short time, two small earth pits were dug into the ground for burying people.

Seeing Peter Pettigrew running away to dig a pit in the distance, Nicolame walked up to Hoffa's side, and said with some hatred and bitterness: "What are you thinking, stupid boy, even if you want to resurrect Fatil's daughter, you can't go back to fifty years ago without Chloe's power." ”

Hoffa: "Why do I have to go back fifty years? ”

Nicol Lemay: "You can only live with Fatil's daughter if you go back fifty years and resurrect Fatil's daughter fifty years ago." ”

"Why?"

Hoffa came back to his senses, confused, "I can't resurrect her on this plane?"

"If you resurrect her on this plane, she will already be considered a newborn of this era, and if you go back, the time flare will still tear her apart. I think you know this yourself better than anyone else. ”

Time flare...

Hoffa's face turned pale, and he took two steps back in a daze, leaning against the platform of the train.

Seeing his dejected appearance, Nicol Lemay shook his head, he stepped forward and patted Hoffa on the shoulder, and said, "Now, go back and send that damn Harry Potter over, and then I'll get my hands on the resurrection, make a copy of you, and do the rest." ”

For a moment, Hoffa almost wanted to promise Lemay, but then he thought of the terrible 6,000 cycles, the hopeless fate, and immediately said, "No, no." ”

"No way?"

Nicol Lemay looked at Hoffa with the eyes of a monster.

"What the hell are you going to smoke crazy, what kind of climate can resurrect a Voldemort?

He secretly made a gesture to touch his neck, "As for bringing people from the Ministry of Magic to upset him now, you won't really trust those people from the Ministry of Magic." ”

"Things are not at all the same as you think!"

Hoffa was desperate to learn the truth about the infinite loop, but Nicol Lemay didn't. But he didn't know how to explain it to Nicol Lemay, so he could only say, "No, Lemay, I will never give Harry Potter to Voldemort." ”

"What about the resurrection?"

Nicola May smiled, "Without it, we would have achieved nothing." ”

Hoffa couldn't answer for a while, on one side was a dead end to an infinite loop, and on the other side a high wall was erected, which was a complete dead end.

But after a little weighing, he made a choice, he must not be able to carry out that task again, there is nothing more terrible than the cycle continues.

So he took a step back and shook his head.

"Oh, I see. ”

Looking at Hoffa's appearance, Nicolame showed a suddenly realized expression, "Don't you want to go back to fifty years ago, afraid that I will forcibly send you back after I resurrect Chloe?"

"You want to go back?" Hoffa couldn't help but ask, "Go to that war-torn era? Go to that era of life and death?"

"I wouldn't do that. Nicol Lemay shook his head, "If you really don't want to give Harry Potter, forget it." ”

As he spoke, he politely stretched out his hand and said gently, "It's still a pleasure to meet you, Bach." ”

Hoffa subconsciously stretched out his hand and shook hands with Nicol Lemay.

Nicolemel took Hoffa's palm, close to his body, and pressed it to his ear: "You know, I've always admired your transfiguration. ”

Suddenly, there was a slight stinging pain in his waist, and Hoffa secretly screamed badly, he pushed Nicol Lemay away, and looked down to see that there was a syringe firmly inserted in his waist, and some transparent drugs remained in the syringe.

Hoffa was shocked, the septic potion!

He jerked the potion out, and looked up to see Nicol Lemay staring at him with indifferent eyes, the mildness that had just been revealed vanishing without a trace.

"What are you thinking, old man!?"

"That's enough for you until next week, and hopefully your Transfiguration is good enough. He said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a purple giant snake sprang out of the shadows of the forest, and opened its mouth of blood at Hoffa, and he retreated again and again after being eroded by the septic blood potion, and the moonlight no longer had a blessing effect on him, and he was bitten in the neck by the purple giant snake.

Then, the serpent writhed like a spring, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped Hoffa around its body.

Hoffa grabbed the snake by the neck, his fingers morphing into hooked claws. He tore at the neck of the serpent that was wrapped around him, and cursed angrily, "Damn it, Lemay, you're going to sell me?"

"I'm sorry, I can't help it. ”

Nicolemel was unmoved: "I gave you your chance, but you backtracked, so I really can't cooperate with you." ”

"I...!"

The serpent's cold scales wriggled, tightening tighter and tighter, gradually squeezing him out of breath. Not only that, but it also expands the bones and sticks them to Hoffa's head, trying to swallow him into his belly.

Just as Hoffa and the snake were in a stalemate, another gust of wind struck behind him, and a glittering shovel smashed down on his shoulder, cutting a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

Hofa was in pain, ignoring the passage of magic, his arm turned into a thunderbird wing, and he threw the purple serpent out with his hand, smashing it into a tree, and then kicked away Peter Pettigrew, who was attacking him from behind. He clutched his bleeding shoulders and stepped back, glaring at Nicol Lemay.

Nicol Lemay shook his robe and drew his wand: "Don't worry, I won't kill you—faint." ”

A red stun spell shot at Hoffa, and he vanished.

Crackling!

With a soft sound.

His apparition shifted to a distance of a hundred meters.

Nicol Lemay also vanished from the apparition, and the manifestation instantly made a face to face with Hoffa, and grabbed his wrist with a slashing hand, and his thin palm held Hoffa like an iron hook: "Multiple restraints." ”

He recited the incantation, which was very ancient and subdued, and with the incantation, Hoffa's whole being was firmly bound by a rope that was completely invisible, and the whole person twisted into a strange position and stood on the snow.

He stared at Lemay, the old man was becoming one of the ropes of fate that bound him, and as long as he was brought back to Voldemort, then what awaited him would be the plot of the original book.

Those things were exactly what he wanted to do in the first place, and they had proven completely incapable of saving Aglaia, of Chloe, of himself, of anyone.

"Let go of me, old man. He said.

"No way, you're going to ruin the established plan. ”

"Then you're no different from killing me. Hoffa said sadly. Unable to break free from the invisible ropes, he began to miss Miller as he could break the spell.

"I'm sorry. Nicol Lemay said without much apology: "Wormtail." ”

Pettigrew dragged his shovel and farts from the snow, his bare head steaming with sweat: "Please command, Mr. Lemay." ”

"Take him to the Dark Lord. Nicol Lemay said, "Let the two of them go on their own... Go yourself... Go on your own..."

"What are you going to do on your own?"

Wormtail said in confusion, and he picked up Huo ** and carried it on his shoulder.

"Go yourself... Go on your own..."

Nicol Lemay's voice grew lower and lower, and suddenly, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Falling on the snow and snoring, he fell asleep.

"Huh?"

His sudden fall to the ground startled the worm's tail, and he stretched his neck out, looking at the old man who fell asleep inexplicably.

The spell that bound Hoffa disappeared as soon as Lemay fell asleep, and when it was too late, Hoffa kicked him on the waist of the worm's tail, and slid him headfirst down in the snow.

"Damn Birdman!!"

Wormtail let out a high-pitched cry with a bleeding nose, and he got up from the ground, and when he turned his head again, the gray-haired middle-aged man crackled into the apparition, and he disappeared into the side of Nicol Lemay and Peter Pettigrew. Nowhere to be found.

......

......

"Old man, old man?" Peter Pettigrew didn't care about the vanished Hoffa, he ran to the sleeping Nicol Lemay with his nose covered, shaking his shoulders and swaying, "Old man wake up." ”

Nicolemel did not wake up, and was still asleep.

"How?"

Peter Pettigrew flicked his shovel in annoyance, smashing the snow off the cedar crispy next to him.

In the distance, a huge purple python rustled over, and it squirmed to circle Lemay who had fallen to the ground, and then it slowly turned into a thin woman, who opened her thin lips and spat out a circle of purple smoke on the sleeping Lemay's face.

Nicol Lemay inhaled the smoke and immediately began to cough, coughing so violently that he sat up from the ground.

"Rubbish!"

Something shrill scolded.

The thin, purple-haired woman turned and pointed the back of her head at Nicol Lemay, who was coughing violently. Under the woman's high bun was an ugly baby's face, and the baby let out an angry roar: "Rubbish, two trash!"

Peter Pettigrew heard the voice, rushed over, knelt under the head, and said tremblingly, "Master... Master, it's none of my business, it's him, it's him who just fell asleep for some reason. ”

He pointed to Nicol Lemay.

Nicol Lemay clutched his neck and coughed, his neck and face blue.

"Won't you just kill him!?Avada still wants me to teach him?" Voldemort roared angrily, "Do you want to betray me too, like that guy!?"

"The host..... I don't dare, I don't dare. ”

Peter Pettigrew shuddered, turned the shovel back into a wand, and crawled to the ground.

Nicol Lemay gradually stopped coughing, staggered up from the snow, and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry, I'm getting older, and I'm getting more and more out of control. ”

"You're in charge, old man!"

Voldemort asked sharply, "Get that bastard back for me." ”

"No, I don't. Nicol Lemay gritted his teeth and said, "It's not like he did." ”

"Do the same?" Voldemort said angrily, "Who is Harry Potter going to send him without him?"

The three were silent.

Nicole Lemay pursed his lips and fell into deep thought. The worm's tail lay motionless on the ground, only the purring of its eyes. The purple woman was on Voldemort's face, and the cold wind blew through her body.

They are like a lender who has all the formalities and goes to the bank to prepare for the loan, only to find that the bank is closed, and they fall into deep contemplation.

"I'll come. ”

Suddenly, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the dense forest.

The three of them on the snow turned their heads to see a tall man rustling across the snow, his waterfall white hair hanging down from his thin shoulders, and a strange cage on his head, making it impossible to see his specific appearance.

Nicol Lemay gasped and took a step back against the trunk of the tree, trembling slightly.

With the sound of rustling footsteps, the white-haired man got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the three of them.

"I give you that boy if you want to be resurrected with his blood. Grindelwald smiled.

Things suddenly took a turn for the better, but Voldemort was not happy, and he asked as if he were facing a great enemy, "Who are you?"

"Who I am, it's none of your business, though. I'll give you Harry Potter. ”

"What about the conditions?"

Voldemort asked without hesitation, staring at the strange man and hissing in a snake-like voice.

"What a sensible person. Grindelwald nodded, smiled and said, "I have two requests. ”

"You say. ”

Voldemort's face tensed.

"First, I would like to invite celebrities from all walks of life to watch the Triwizard Tournament, not only the ordinary white witch people, but also the black witches and magical creatures I also hope that they will come and watch it, I hope you can contact your old department, whether it is giants, werewolves, vampires, or others, so that they can bring their families and friends to watch the Triwizard Tournament. ”

"Huh! what?"

Voldemort let out an incredulous laugh: "What are you trying to do, let those people pass, I am not resurrected, who will control them, you are not afraid that those people will tear down Hogwarts?"

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow: "As long as you resurrect them with Harry Potter's blood, you will definitely be able to control them." ”

"That's not going to work," Voldemort flatly refused, "they're not stupid, how could they possibly go to Dumbledore's territory, it's not self-defeating." ”

"I've taken control of Dumbledore. Grindelwald said calmly.

"Fart, no one can control Dumbledore. Voldemort scoffed, "There's no way that old man can be controlled...... Uhhhh

Voldemort let out a trembling sound, controlling the purple-haired woman back several steps.

I saw Grindelwald turn around, but his back was not his back, but another front, and on the front was an old man with a white beard, the old man closed his eyes tightly, his brow twitched, and he was obviously in great pain.

It was Dumbledore.

After turning around, Grindelwald continued to face Voldemort: "No one will do anything to your subordinates, I just hope that in this era of alternating old and new, I will stand on the right side and offer my own great gift for the rebirth of the Dark Lord." ”

After a pause, he said in an extremely seductive voice: "You have been dormant for too long, others have forgotten about you, someone needs to help those ordinary people remember the fear of being dominated by black magic, let me be that person." ”

Looking at the other monster in front of him, Voldemort fell silent. He was silent for a moment, and then suddenly laughed happily,

"Hmphhahahaha......ha Ahh

After laughing for a long time before stopping, he moved his head, licked his lips, and sighed: "It seems that everyone is having a hard time, okay, I'll try my best, but I don't know how many can come." ”

"As you wish. ”

Grindelwald even bent down and bowed slightly.

"What about the second condition?" Voldemort asked.

Grindelwald raised his head and touched his chin: "It's very simple, I want to borrow that resurrection stone for use, which is the ring that your family has passed down for generations." ”