Hoffa opened his eyes again, his face was already extremely cold, and he stood up: "Where's little Barty?"

"I don't know. Nicolame was confused, "What's going on, did he launch the Dark Mark and who was fighting with ......you just now?"

"Gellert Grindelwald. He walked back with a cold face.

"Sure enough... Sure enough, it was him. ”

Instead of being surprised, Nicol Lemay gritted his teeth and said, "I can't think of anyone else who would do that." ”

Hoffa didn't answer, now is not a good time to chat.

He and Nicolelemay returned to the camp from the stadium canopy.

At this moment, the carnival camp was in chaos, the road was blackened by the trampling of countless pedestrians, and the smoke was billowing and obscuring the sky.

The tents along the way were burning, the air was filled with the smell of burning wood and cloth, and the Ministry of Magic had not yet come to help. A group of wizards huddled together and ran towards the woods, as if fleeing from some terrible presence.

"Mudblood.....

"You deserve this day!"

"Hahaha......"

Accompanied by unbridled laughter.

"Flames!" With a loud explosion, a flying orange fireball burst out in all directions. The tent on the side of the road was on fire.

A couple of hooded creatures came from afar, and as if enjoying the chaos, they kept setting the tent on the side of the road on fire with their wands.

"My child is inside, you demons ——!," several sorcerers in pajamas rushed out, roaring. But he was caught off guard and hung upside down directly with a curse.

"Wail. ”

"Struggle....."

I saw the few people wearing hoods pointing their wands upwards, pushing forward, slowly moving across the field, and above their heads, several figures in pajamas floated in the air, two of them were very small. They were twisted into all sorts of strange shapes, some curled up on their knees, some with their heads back, some with their chin facing the sky, and some with their mouths open but unable to make a sound.

Like a marionette, it is controlled by an invisible rope from a masked wizard's wand.

With a blank face, Hoffa stopped in front of the cloak-masked guys.

A few laughing, puppet control guys stopped, turned their heads to look at the boy and the old man who came over—the two sides looked at each other for a moment.

"Stinky bald, what are you looking at!?"

"Hey, what are you dressed up for?"

The men seemed to have drunk too much, drunk, and staggered to Hoffa.

One of the tall men even arrogantly picked up the pieces of his clothes that had been torn out from the battle with his wand.

"Did you meet Meiwa?"

"Or did the old man next to him tear it up?"

"Hahahaha!..... Hiccup......"

The laughter echoed in the sky, but the tall man's body flew up, spun like a cannonball, and moved away, crashing through the burning tent, cutting through the low bushes, and flying all the way into the distance, until the laughter turned into a cry of terror and disappeared into the sky.

Hoffa lowered his palm, his golden eyes glancing at the remaining ones.

"Get out. ”

Several people wearing masks collapsed to the ground in fright, they looked at each other, and ran away.

The marionettes in the sky fell and they scattered in a panic, only one boy did not leave, she looked at the sky, looked at the last girl who was still hanging upside down, and stretched out her arms anxiously.

"Sister ....."

And the last little girl hung upside down in the sky, her nightdress covering her head, slowly spinning.

Hoffa stood at the floating figure, facing the corner of the empty tent, his face pale: "Put her down." ”

No one answered.

"Can't you hear me, Crouch?"

The cloak of invisibility was slammed open, and a young man with withered yellow hair appeared, his face was pale and his head was sweaty, but he smiled proudly: "Did you see, did you see, Mr. Bach, I succeeded! I successfully launched the Dark Mark!"

"You're doing a great job. ”

Hoffa nodded calmly and hooked his finger at the young man.

"Come here. ”

The yellow-haired young man sensed something, rubbed his hands, hid his wand behind him, sneered, and did not step forward.

"Don't you want to see your master?" Hofa tilted his head and beckoned, "Come here, I'll take you to him at once." ”

"Hey, hey, hey....."

Little Barty breathed a sigh of relief and ran to Hoffa's side.

Syllable!!

A slap in the face.

Directly pumped him upside down and flew out.

Little Barty fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding mouth, half of his face swollen at a visible rate.

He cried out in disbelief: "You..... You..... Why did you hit me?"

Hoffa looked at him condescendingly, and with his left hand he picked out the tooth stuck in the palm of his right hand.

"You...... You, why did you hit me!!"

He raised his wand, pointed it at Hoffa, and asked incomprehensibly, "Just for a few mudbloods?"

Syllable!

The wand was kicked off, the little girl floating in the sky fell to the ground, and the boy threw himself over and hugged his sister.

Hoffa removed the brother and sister who were hugging and crying in front of him, strode forward, and then, under the extremely frightened eyes of little Barty, he picked him up again.

Syllable!!

Another slap in the face.

"You hit me again, you hit me again! I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything, you ......" Barty Crouch Jr. fell to the ground, kicked his legs on the ground, and stepped back frantically, "You ...... You're ......."

Hoffa caught up with him in three steps and two steps, and carried him up by the back.

Little Barty raised his hand in tears: "You're the boss, don't... Please, Mr. Bach, I was wrong, I was wrong..... Don't hit me......"

Syllable!

Syllable!!

Syllable!!!

The crisp sound echoed, and even the brothers and sisters who were crying in the distance stopped crying, and they trembled as they watched the young man in the distance ride on top of the young man, and fired his bow left and right continuously.

Little Barty was no longer able to do so, and he lay on the ground, crying and crawling into the distance like a deserter in a hail of bullets. Generally climbed to the side and shouted inarticulately: "Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle save me......"

At this time, Nicolamay stepped forward, grabbed Hoffa's arm, and said anxiously: "Bach, Bach..... Don't fight, don't fight, if you fight again, you'll die, it's up to the owner to beat the dog, our goal is resurrection. ”

Hofa refused, and he kicked Barty Jr. in the chest after being grabbed by the arm, kicking Barty Crouch Jr., who had been beaten into a pig's head, in a corner, and rolled into a pile of broken barrels.

"Stop fighting, Hoffa Bach," said Nicol Lemay sternly, his beard shaking, "we have to get out of here, and if we don't wait for the Ministry of Magic to come, we won't have a chance." ”

As if to confirm Nicol Lemay's words, a few broomsticks flew past the sky.

Hoffa strode forward to the crumbling barrel.

I saw little Barty holding his head, curled up in the wood fragments and looking at him, tears, snot, blood, broken teeth flowing down the corners of his mouth, and his mouth made a whimpering cry, crying while still laughing forcibly, I don't know what is wrong.

He dragged little Barty's withered yellow hair with one hand, and dragged him out of the pieces of wood mercilessly in a scream, and then came to Lemay and shook Nicol Lemay's hand.

Crackling.

There was a soft thud.

The three apparitions vanished.

No sooner had the three of them vanished than a large group of Ministry of Magic officials appeared in the distance, and they surrounded the most chaotic area with angry expressions, broomsticks flew through the smoke, and the wizard on the broomsticks spewed out jets of water with his wands, extinguishing the flames billowing below.

......

......

When the Hoffa reappeared, they returned to Nicol Lemay's cottage in London.

in the living room.

Little Barty is still crying and screaming, as if he has suffered a great grievance. Hofa glared, he knelt down with weak legs, hugged Hofa's thigh, cried and laughed, and said in a trill: "Don't~Don't~ Don't hit me, you can do whatever you want me to do, Mr. Bach, I will listen to you!"

Hoffa tore him away in disgust, picked up an empty wine bottle from Nicolame's table, put it in his mouth, and said indifferently:

"If the bottle drops, you're dead. ”

"Woo woo woo ......"

Little Barty finally stopped crying like that, he folded his hands, curled up in the corner, and tried to squeeze a smile out of his face as he tried to hold the bottle.

Nicol Lemay held his head and sat down in front of the fireplace, stabbing the stove with his wand. Suddenly, the fire was blazing, he looked at little Barty who was cowering in the corner, shook his head and sighed: "I really don't know how Barty Crouch gave birth to such a son, it's really not easy." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me everything you know about Grindelwald. ”

The first thing Hoffa did after throwing away Barty Jr. was to sit on the couch and ask Nicol Lemay about Grindelwald.

Nicolame was slightly stunned, then he shook his head and sighed lightly, walked to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of wine, and after drinking the glass of wine, he sighed slowly, and said in a dreamy tone that fell into memory:

"Fifty years ago, all the people in this world were caught up in a nightmare, no ....... It may not be right to say that it is a nightmare, but it should be said that everyone is involved in a sweet dream.

The dream was so vivid that few people could wake up from it. I don't know if you've ever experienced that, hey, in that dream, I became myself when I was twenty years old, running through the fields with my wife, when we first met......"

"Get down to business. Hoffa interrupted his memories with an unkind face.

Nicola May poured himself another glass of wine: "But even so, some wizards with strong mental power still realize that something is wrong with the world they live in.

The sober wizards were divided into two factions, one was led by Dumbledore, and they advocated killing the source of the dream and destroying it.

But the other faction, led by Grindelwald, believes that killing the source of the dream is useless, because there is no way to know if the source of the dream you see is the real source of the dream, so the only way is to die, die in the dream, and wake up in reality, this is their way. ”

Hoffa: "He succeeded?"

Nicol Lemay: "Maybe. Judging by the results, it may be true, he was one of the first people to break out of dreams. ”

Hoffa sat down, his eyes staring at the flickering fire, his expression was gloomy, he thought of what Grindelwald said to himself not long ago——— it was really quiet and prosperous, Hoffa, in our time, 100,000 wizards were together, and they would only kill each other, how could there be such peace, it was too unreal."

"So, Grindelwald decided that the world is also a dream now?" asked Hoffa, frowning.

Nicolamay nodded: "Maybe all the wonderful world is a dream for him, and only the cold and cruel are real to him." ”

"Damn it!"

Hoffa leaned back on the couch and rubbed his face vigorously.

He is not afraid of Voldemort or other dark wizards driven by interests or dignity, where there are self-desires, there are flaws, there is room for exploitation. But apparently Grindelwald is not this type, he simply presents himself as the savior of humanity.

At this moment, Voldemort's resurrection plan, Grindelwald's conspiracy to destroy the world, and his own heart's desire. These intricacies are intertwined to make Hoffa's head as big as a bucket.

He rubbed his face, almost rubbing the skin off.

In the room, Nicol Lemay looked at Hoffa worriedly.

In the distance, little Barty with a bottle in his mouth did not dare to come out.

But it didn't take long for Hoffa to calm down, his eyes were as firm as iron, nothing could stop him from getting the resurrection spell, he got up and walked to Nicolame, "How many are today?"

Nicol Lemay: "August 25th. ”

Hoffa pondered for a moment: "On August 25th, Hogwarts will start school. You prepare, we'll go find Voldemort tomorrow. ”