Hoffa leaned against the wall, holding the black and white cat, and listened sideways to the conversation in the hallway.

Grindelwald: "What time is it?"

Dumbledore: "What did you say?"

Grindelwald said indifferently, "Oh, because depending on the time, he could be a man or a dragon right now." ”

Dumbledore: "What do you mean, what dragon?"

Grindelwald: "Albus, you transported the dragon back to Hogwarts from another country, and asked Fatil Drazes to raise it for you. You've even convinced alchemist Noble Hagrid to work for you and have him mass-produce dragon eggs for you. It is convenient for you to train a group of elite soldiers to be invincible on the wizard battlefield.

But do you think you know him very well? That alchemist maniac, do you think that if you give him a little profit, you will be able to make him obedient?"

Dumbledore shook a little, "Noble Hagrid is your man?"

"Tsk, not really, poor Noble, who only wants to research the ultimate creature that combines the best of all the dragons. I'm sure you've heard of it. ”

Dumbledore, "That can't be. ”

"Yes, it can't be. Because no matter how perfect the body is, without the support of the soul, it is just a joke. But a super body, coupled with Hofabach's soul and instinct that you have suppressed. Tut-tut...... Albus, can you imagine that kind of monster?"

Dumbledore took a few steps back, looking at him in disbelief.

Grindelwald spread his hands, "Why, Headmaster Dumbledore, it's frustrating you to lose control of everything, doesn't it feel like you're trying to control everything?" ”

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and put it on Grindelwald's head, the hard tip of the wand tilted Grindelwald's head, pointing his head crookedly.

Grindelwald held up a finger.

"As a friendly reminder, a monster that is completely out of anyone's control will appear, and you and the rest of the students will die at any moment. ”

Dumbledore's chest rose and fell violently, he raised his wand, gritted his teeth and tilted his head, "Horace, evacuate all the students and take them to the station." ”

The pale-faced Slughorn held his wand and slowly retreated.

After Slughorn pushed him away, Dumbledore asked sharply:

"Where is Bach?"

"It's too late. ”

"Where is Bach?" Dumbledore roared, "He's only fourteen years old, and he has nothing to do with you and mine. ”

"You and I have a grudge," Grindelwald scoffed, "We have different positions, so let's not say things that we don't know." ”

Dumbledore: "What exactly do you want?"

"Oh, finally thinking of negotiating a deal?"

Grindelwald gestured to the wand against his head.

Dumbledore put down his wand and asked in a low voice, word by word:

"Huo, Fa, Ba, He, in, where, in?"

Grindelwald raises his hand:

"OK, I can tell you where he is, but that's what comes next. Let's change one, either you let me go, I tell you where he is, you go and save him, or ......"

Grindelwald stretched his hand forward, "You can take me to Azkaban." ”

"You ......."

Dumbledore's tone froze, and he fell into a dumbfounded silence.

Grindelwald grinned, "Why, didn't Hitler come to you and arrest him? Albus? ”

He finished jokingly, and only the muffled sound of breathing remained in the hallway.

"Why, don't speak?" Grindelwald asked softly, "Or do you want to kill me?"

As he spoke, he pulled out the Elder's wand, placed it on Dumbledore's hand, and pressed it against his skull.

"It's not impossible. ”

The other professors around were already stunned, holding their wands, or looking at each other, or looking at Dumbledore, completely unconvinced.

Dumbledore held the Elder's wand, and his face became more and more pale without taking a breath. He gritted his teeth and squeezed a few words out of between his teeth,

"You...... You devil!"

"What about the devil? The devil comes from reality. Saying that, Grindelwald's expression became indifferent,

"But I don't make gods, I never make gods that look perfect, but are ethereal and have no flaws. ”

The muscles on Dumbledore's face twitched, the wand in his hand began to tremble, and Grindelwald was extremely indifferent:

"Choose, Albus, whether to control me or save Bach. ”

When this sentence was asked, everyone held their breath, not only the professor with the wand behind him, but also Hoffa, who was eavesdropping upstairs. He felt like a tightrope walker, dangling in the air without a safety rope, and it was the trust in the school that kept his spirit balanced.

Dumbledore stood still, and eventually, he uttered word for word, "Send him to Azkaban." ”

Half of the professors exclaimed,

"Albus!"

"Albus?"

"Dumbledore!"

"Shut up!" Dumbledore's face was as cold as iron as he took a step back.

"Tie up this self-righteous madman and send him to Azkaban for trial. ”

The professors of the four colleges hesitated for a moment, but under the order of the vice principal, they still stepped forward and waved their wands.

Countless spells erupted from the wands of the professors, turning into red chains that bound Grindelwald to death, round and round, layer after layer.

Grindelwald didn't look at the restraints, and he whispered sarcastically, "A good leader, Albus." Just like you do to your own sister, after so many years, the real you have changed at all ......."

Dumbledore retracted the Elder's wand, not wanting to punch Grindelwald in the face, hitting him directly until his lips cracked. The cheeks are high and swollen.

But Grindelwald calmly raised his head, licked his lips, and winked into the distance, as if speaking to an unseen person.

Dumbledore turned his head and followed Grindelwald's eyes, but saw nothing.

......

......

Grindelwald's smile was clearly imprinted in Hoffa's eyes.

It's like a roller coaster rushing to the bottom, suddenly losing power, and no longer able to rise.

Leaning against the wall, he slowly squatted down and let out a long breath.

At this moment, he finally understood Grindelwald's plan, and he openly provoked his relationship with Hogwarts and Dumbledore.

He understood the other party's plan, but there was nothing he could do. He felt cold and powerless. All persistence was meaningless in this moment, a pain that none of the Dementors of Azkaban had ever brought him.

After sitting for a while, he held the cat in his arms and slowly swayed around Hogwarts.

Walking to an empty classroom on the third floor, he opened the door and walked in, placing the black and white cat on the podium. He touched the cat's head, kissed her on the head, and whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

The cat barked, unclear.

Hoffa then walked out of the classroom and locked the door.

He walked alone in the empty Hogwarts, his fingers slowly running over the stone bricks carved into the walls for thousands of years. For thousands of years, there are no people like yourself in this school. Someone who walks alone in a corner and doesn't have anything around him.

He completely let go of his disguise.

He began to think, to think about himself.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized his own meaninglessness.

He thought of Miranda, he thought of Sylbie, he thought of Grindelwald, he thought of Dumbledore, he thought of Fatil.

All have their own plans, all have their own goals, except for him.

All along, he has lived in the shadow of others, he passively blocks opponents, passively helps others, passively accepts other people's ideas, passively allows the world to change himself.

Except for a few simple thoughts, he never thought about what he really wanted. He didn't even understand his place in the universe.

He had no goals, no parents in his life, no Sirius-esque godfathers, not even rivals like Voldemort to drive his revenge. He didn't have any regrets from his previous life, and he didn't have much thought about material things.

After the initial novelty of contact with magic, he gradually discovered that magic and superpowers were a meaningless thing.

As a child, I thought magic was cool and cool, but it was just the novelty and curiosity of things that I had never seen before. But this curiosity does not fill its own nothingness.

He has no pursuit, no motivation, no goal.

As a human being, his essence is blank.

Hogwarts can't fill the void.

No one can fill this innate void.

He continued to think, unable to stop thinking.

He pondered his feelings for Hogwarts. His indescribable love and indescribable persistence, what are he guarding?

In the end, he realized that he was not actually protecting Hogwarts, but actually his own fantasy of life and his desire for simplicity.

Reality is full of all kinds of desires, like a hodgepodge of stewed goods, ****, interests, dignity, fame, war.......

It is precisely because of the cruelty of reality that he has constructed a utopia within himself, trying to project himself into this utopia.

But Hogwarts is not a utopia, nowhere is a utopia, Hogwarts is just Hogwarts, and reality is just reality. Cruelty, chaos.

He walked to the school's hunting ground, and the breeze blew through the snowy ground in winter, and he spat out a mouthful of frosty white mist.

Thinking of Sylby, who was here in the air last year, he was fighting in the sky. And now, Hoffa asked himself, would he ever make the same decision again?

He didn't know.

The only thing he knew was that he couldn't go back.

Either become the same as reality, or choose to destroy......

In the sky, a full blood-red moon shone high. Hoffa walked to the edge of the hunting ground near the black lake, stood on a cliff more than a hundred meters, looked at the sparkling lake in front of him, and slowly turned around.

At this moment, his shadow followed behind him, the old elder who pulled under the blood-red full moon, the shadow was not a human shape at all, and the wind in it flowed like venom with a terrifying color.

Then, the shadow struggled to rise from the ground, and quickly expanded into a transparent behemoth hundreds of meters long.

The boy stood in front of the dragon, no longer than one of its front teeth.

The colorful dragon spewed out a pungent smell of sulfur and rumbled, "You think you can get rid of me?

At this point, Hoffa was surprisingly calm, he looked at the head of the dragon in front of him, and said lightly: "Let's do it." ”