Hoffa had just put away the branches, and in the rubble pile beside him, several people popped out of their heads, and they looked at the black-clothed boy by the ruins of the fountain uneasily. Sensing the movement, Hoffa turned to look at the ruins, and the heads immediately shrank back again.

"Come out," said Hoffa, "nothing more for now." ”

Hearing what Hoffa said, Olim helped Don Quixote and led several students out of the rubble, and looked at him from a distance, not daring to approach.

Hoffa tucked his cross-sword into the holster on his back and walked over to Olim. Orim looked very uneasy, and did not dare to look at Hoffa at all, Don Quixote kept looking at him with a complicated gaze.

After the two approached, he sighed: "It's really an eye-opener, I'm living so big, it's the first time I've seen a wizard fight in such a way, compared to you, our Beauxbatons men are also women." ”

Hoffa shook his head, "Don't talk about this yet, how are your students arranging?"

As soon as the words came out, Olim suddenly cried, only to see her cover her face and say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Hoffa's face changed, and he exclaimed, "Didn't you evacuate the students outside!?"

Don Quixote quickly stopped the angry Hoffa and said, "No, Bach, we have listened to you and evacuated the students to the clouds outside, just"

"Just what?"

"I'm too slow," Olim shook his head and cried, "If I had listened to you earlier, if I had known that this would be the case earlier, if I had evacuated in the first place, I would have saved more people!

Don Quixote said with a gloomy expression: "We have not been able to save them all, we have lost dozens of young wizards, and more than a dozen young wizards have become dying old men in the evil law. Bach, listening to their wailing, there is simply nothing more painful. ”

Hoffa slowly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, not all of them were lost. At least the main forces survived.

Thundered!

With a violent crashing sound.

The roof of Beauxbatons' main castle, eroded by time, collapsed and smashed into the ground, causing a thick cloud of smoke.

When they saw the collapsed castle, everyone's faces were not good-looking, the students covered their mouths and trembled, and Olim cried even more fiercely.

"It's useless to cry, let's find a way to deal with the aftermath. ”

Hoffa asked, "Is there anyone else in the school?"

"There should be some more, some patients from the school hospital."

Olim sobbed.

"Take me to them and get them out. ”

Hoffa said, turning around and instructing Don Quixote, "You take these students and go immediately to the station of the Pyrenees below the clouds to look for Nicolamay, I don't know how long this castle will last, if the magic disappears, it may fall from the clouds, and then the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

"The magic is gone."

Don Quixote shuddered, and he muttered, "Is it really coming?"

"Who knows. Hoffa looked at the harsh sunlight in the sky, "Let's act." ”

Under the command of Hoffa, the men who remained in the school were divided into two groups. Don Quixote took the remaining wizards outside, while Hoffa and Olim went inside Beauxbatons to see if they could find some survivors.

After a frenzied baptism of time, the castles that were still magnificent in the morning became faded and pale, without bright colors, without vitality, only empty and desolate. With Hoffa's footsteps, from time to time rotten wood and glass fell from a high place and smashed on the ground. Even more terrifying was the ground, which cracked in Hoffa's footsteps and fell straight down. Below, there are bottomless pit clouds and sky.

Walking inside Beauxbatons' castle is almost like walking inside a dying body.

Looking at this bleak scene, Olim couldn't stop crying and choking on the side: "Look at what they did to my home, Beauxbatons, my school, how it became what it is now." The principal, the teacher, it's all gone."

Hoffa followed Olim without saying a word, feeling the same way he felt when he first saw the dilapidated and desolate Hogwarts.

The lifeless magic castle, the empty and uninhabited ancient buildings. It's like Pompeii that has disappeared into the long river of time, and it's desperate.

Hogwarts is built on the ground, and it won't be so unbearable, but after all, this is a castle in the sky, and once it loses the support of its magic, the whole thing will begin to crumble.

The two of them came to the school hospital in Beauxbatons together, which is located in a very remote location, and it seems that it is not so affected by the river of time, but it is also relatively speaking, pushing open the squeaky ward, and the beds are pouring into view.

The first ward was rotten, a scrap of debris, and there used to be students here, but they had been burned down by time.

The second room was better, but all that was left of the bed was black bones, and the sight made Olim weep all the time, and she couldn't bear to sniff and stare at it.

It wasn't until they reached the third ward, the deepest part, that there were a few old men, lying on their beds, looking at Hoffa and Olim as they came in through the door.

The rumbling collapse outside the hospital room continued, and Hoffa hurried to a hospital bed and picked up a scrawny old man. Olim hurried to pick up the students.

But in the face of Hoffa and Olim who entered the door, several old man students did not appreciate it, and the old man who was held by Hoffa in the crook of his arm said lifelessly and indifferently: "Get out, don't worry about it." ”

Hoffa ignored him and just carried him on his shoulders.

"You wizards, sooner or later, you'll be like us, lose your magic, and we'll be the same," he said.

Hoffa didn't stop and put another old man on his shoulder, and the old man began to chatter: "Destroy, you're going to die anyway, you're going to be as old as we are."

There was an astonishing anger in their aging voices.

Hoffa put him on his shoulders and strode forward.

"I don't need to be saved, I want to be like you, can you do it?" The old man said as he struggled over his shoulder.

"Can't do it. Hoffa said directly, and he fought the man against him as well.

"If you can't do it, you can't put me down, the world is so uneven, so uneven, I can't stand it, I can't stand it, I want to be equal, I want to be equal."

A few old men muttered over his shoulders, only to feel a noise.

On the other side, Olim also picked up a few old students and said to Hoffa, "The people are almost here. ”

Hoffa glanced out the window, the towering gate to the sky was crumbling, and the sculptures and stones on it were falling like raindrops.

"Let's go. ”

There were three people in Hoffa, and Olim was holding three people, and the two hurriedly walked out.

But as soon as he walked to the entrance of the school hospital, the ground trembled even more, and a huge stone beam fell from the dome and smashed through the ground, triggering a series of chain reactions. A hole tens of meters wide was torn in front of the two, and they couldn't get through at all.

"Hoffa Beauxbatons is dying."

Olim looked at the ground in extreme fear: "The clouds are going to die. ”

"Ah, I see. ”

Hoffa muttered. He was in the middle of it, and he could naturally feel that the magic in this school was rapidly dying.

"What to do?" asked Olyem.

Hoffa didn't answer, he closed his eyes.

"Hofa, you speak. Olim urged.

"Come to my back. ”

Hoffa said.

"What??Olim was shocked, your back, you.me."

Olim bent over, dodging the stones, looking at Hoffa, who was more than three heads younger than him, and couldn't figure out what he meant: "I'm too tall, Hoffa, no, do I want to apparate, but with so many people I can't apparilate very far, the school is five thousand meters high, Hoffa."

"Shut up and grab my shoulders. ”

Hoffa said impatiently, "Don't bother me!"

Beauxbatons was collapsing at an accelerated pace, Hoffa's eyes closed, gray clouds gathering rapidly beneath him. The wind was howling, and Olim couldn't, so he could only put his arm around the old man with one hand and hold Hoffa's shoulder with the other.

Suddenly, the floor beneath their feet could no longer hold on, and it collapsed and cracked.

The group fell straight down, and Olim couldn't take it anymore, she took out her wand and struck it on the three people in her hand in succession.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa. ”

With the spell, the three of them floated in the sky, but she herself was still falling wildly. And the stones in the sky rained down like drops, and smashed into the air for three people.

She screamed at such a surprising scene, and she looked at the teenager next to her, who had no protection and was almost falling down with his eyes closed.

"Hofa !!"

Olim screamed.

Then, dark clouds obscured her vision, the vapour clouds made her unable to see anything, and the rumbling thunder made her unable to hear anything. She fell down as fast as she could, thinking that this time she was dead.

However, the moment she fell out of the clouds, lightning and thunder thundered, and Olim fell heavily on the back of a giant creature, and the tingling touch behind her made her eyes open in horror.

Huge black shadows swept across the sky, tassel-like wings obscuring the sky.

With a trembling hand, she stood on the back of the giant creature and stroked its blue-blue feathers, which crackled with a faint electric current.

The legend turned out to be true, and when she actually saw it. But to find that it is more shocking than any text, such a huge Animagus, is this something that human beings can do?

With the torrential rain, the Thunderbird galloped downward. In the blink of an eye, it flew over kilometers and crashed into the dense forest cliffs of the Pyrenees. After landing, the Thunderbird lost its balance and rolled continuously on the ground. During the roll, Olim was thrown off. The Thunderbird grew smaller and smaller, and eventually turned back into a boy dressed in black.

Hoffa fell to his knees in the woods, panting heavily, his brain buzzing.

It had been many years since he had experienced the pain of a magical overdraft. At this moment, his magic was still far from his peak state, and forcibly turning into a thunderbird made every joint of his body creak.

Olim got up and walked over to Hoffa, half in awe and half in fear.

She wanted to take care of the trembling boy, but the oppression of the giant bird just now made her really unable to reach out.

There was a rumbling sound in the distant sky.

Hofa, who was lying on the ground, slowly turned his head, and the huge buildings in the clouds continued to collapse, and the ground seemed to be bombarded by countless artillery fire, and puffs of smoke rose from it, and the crisp sound of boulders could be heard clearly even from a few kilometers away.

Beauxbatons' Sky Kingdom has completely collapsed.

At night, Olim carried a motionless Hoffa on his back and dragged a makeshift bed made of tree branches, carrying several cynical-eyed old men out of the dense forests of the Pyrenees.

Here, they meet the patrolling Beauxbatons wizards, who see Olim and lead them to a valley in the col. In the valley, five giant horses with wings on their backs were grazing quietly, and dozens of bonfires of various sizes were burning beside the giant horses, and by the bonfires sat the wizards of Beauxbatons, who were sobbing in low voices, and their expressions were gloomy and despairing.

An old man and a middle-aged man got up from the campfire and greeted them.

It was Nicol Lemay and Don Quixote.

Seeing Hoffa on Olim's back, Nicolame hurriedly said, "Quick, give him to me." ”

Don Quixote took Olim and the sick group of students down for treatment.

Hoffa was helped to a rock by Nicolame and lay down, and he asked with concern, "Hoffa, have you become a thunderbird?"

Hoffa nodded silently.

Nicola touched Hoffa's head with both relief and worry: "Mana is overdrawn, I'll go prepare some potions for you." ”

Hoffa waved his hand: "Just take a break, go take care of those students." He said.

But Nicolamay did not move, and said excitedly: "You have done a great job this time, and thousands of Beauxbatons students have been rescued because of your decision. ”

"Yes." Hoffa didn't have any expression.

"Including me, it's hard to imagine, Hoffa, it's really hard to imagine what the consequences would have been if I had followed Pierre into the castle. He said in fear.

Hoffa shook his head in disgust and rolled over. Signal Lemay to stop talking about this useless nonsense. Lemay obviously wanted to speak, but seeing that Hoffa was like this, he stopped talking and stopped.

Hoffa lay on the stone and quietly regained his magic, but in the process, he kept hearing cries from all directions, which were only suppressed at first and eventually became irrepressible. It was Beauxbatons students who had lost their school and home, and they were gathered together to mourn.

"The teacher and the principal are dead"

"The castle is gone."

"My Home, My School"

"God, Who Will Save Us?"

"Is the end coming?"

"My wand, my wand doesn't work."

"Help Me"

"Help Me"

The crying was so loud that Hoffa couldn't meditate. He lay down on the stone and opened his eyes, quietly looking at the moon in the sky. I don't know when these grief can no longer affect his emotions, and I don't know when an invisible chasm separates him from these students. I don't know when it started, his heart became hard little by little.

He staggered to his feet from the stone.

As Beauxbatons' savior, Hoffa's every move has attracted the attention of countless people. Seeing him stand up, countless students looked at him with teary eyes. Hopefully, the legendary and young master of shapeshifting can give them comfort in such a vulnerable moment.

However, after shaking it twice, Hoffa raised his head and scolded: "Cry!!What are you crying!!Can crying bring Beauxbatons back to cry!?Is your spirit just bricks and rubble?Is it just some beautiful dresses and decorations that Beauxbatons has inherited for thousands of years!?"

His voice was so loud that the students stopped crying and looked at Hoffa in amazement.

I saw him pointing at the students and scolding, "A group of blind people, at least Beauxbatons are still there, as long as the people are still there, you can build a second, third, and fourth sky kingdom at any time! But if the people are gone, even if Beauxbatons is still there, it is just an empty shell! A meaningless vase!"

Cursing, swearing, Hoffa snatched Olim's torch, jumped off the rock, and slapped a crying boy in the face, knocking the boy out of the way. Then he opened his bow left and right, and slapped different students in the face with a dozen slaps in a row, fast and hard, and they looked confused and retreated again and again.

"Pierre has spoiled you!Beauxbatons has spoiled you!!" He pointed at the student's nose and scolded: "The fine food and the splendid castle have made you lose your fighting spirit! The world is always uncertain! A thousand years ago, a thousand years later!

You are so young! You are only in your teens, how can you bow your head to the evil forces in the shadows! If you still want Beauxbatons, you can build Beauxbatons with your own hands, and if you still want to be a teacher, you can become a teacher yourself! If anyone wants to be a headmaster, go to be a headmaster yourself! If Hoffa, who feels the serious loss of mana, his lips moved, he roared loudly: "Then go back to the magic and complain here, is it useful? Is it useful!!"

Hofa's words swept away the gloom of the grieving students, and they looked at Hoffa with a faint flame burning in their eyes. The expressions of the students who were beaten by him changed from shock to shame, and from shame to obsession, and they looked at Hoffa blankly, and stretched out their hands, wanting to get closer to the man. But the man jumped back on the stone.

"Rebuild Beauxbatons!"

Hoffa raised the torch in his hand and shouted.

"Rebuild Beauxbatons."

"Rebuild Beauxbatons. ”

"Rebuild Beauxbatons!"

Beauxbatons' students raised their hands and shouted after Hoffa with tears in their eyes, wanting to touch him.

"Get the magic back!!"

Hoffa continued to shout.

"Get back the magic!"

"Get back the magic!"

"Get back the magic!"

The students shouted in unison, and they finally stopped crying and became more scrappy.

"Get the magic back!!"

"Get the magic back!!"

"Get the magic back!!"

The shouts resounded through the col, and with the shouts, a boy stood up, jumped on the rock, and asked in a loud voice, "Hoffa, you're going to help us, aren't you? You're going to work with us to find the magic, aren't you!!"

"Of course!"

Hoffa grabbed his hand and raised it: "I will help you, but I also need your help, it is not only Beauxbatons who has disappeared, but also Hogwarts, maybe one day it will be Durmstrang's turn, I don't know what those people will do next, but their purpose must be to destroy the magic, if you can, I hope you can rush to Hogwarts, there are still wizards there are still fighting with strong magic, at this moment, we must be united, completely united!"

(End of chapter)