Three days later, Hoffa, guided by Fatil's map, found himself in a riverside town, with low-slung houses lining the streets and several old fishing boats with internal combustion engines moored on the docks.

It's just that these fishing boats are already burning with flames at this moment. Black smoke. Countless ghostly figures walked under the dark night sky, their heads clutched and swaying. Some were holding the masonry and smashing it repeatedly. I don't know what I'm smashing.

Someone was tearing at his body, like a numb corpse, walking down the street.

There are also people like sardines, where the fish swim they go, they swim to the big army, they follow the big army, and they don't understand why they are following the big army.

Chaos and madness eat away at people's sanity, and Hoffa is terrified. He began to understand that all people are the product of loneliness, but few people can really learn to live with loneliness.

People invented entertainment, they invented socializing, they invented order, they invented the division of labor, they invented everything, and the crowd was attached to the rules for warmth, once the rules were stripped away.

The whole world would be plunged into a primitive state of chaos and misery, which is probably what Grindelwald wanted to see.

Now, under the attraction of the void dragon, the hope of the whole world is collapsing in a chain state.

Time is running out for him.

He looked at the map and strode through the chaotic and frantic crowd, and for now, he could only hope that Noble had not been affected by himself.

???? He hadn't gone far before he felt the fluctuation of his magic power, and the fluctuation was very weak.

???? Hoffa's eyes lit up, he was lucky, there were still wizards in this town, and he followed the magic fluctuations to track the past.

Following the fluctuation of the magic that was vague, Hoffa came to an alley full of household garbage. Circles of broken neon lights shone on the shops along the streets, and the filthy stagnant water on the ground reflected the red and blue light.

Overhead, densely packed with wires criss-crossed, and the walls covered with psoriasis-like advertising signs, Hoffa couldn't help but think of Wu's orphanage.

???? A faint cry reached Hoffa's ears.

????“ Let go of me! let go of my ......"

???? There was a crackling sound in the garbage heap, mixed with someone's cry of pain. As soon as Hoffa turned the corner, he saw several boys about his age blocked in the garbage heap at the end of the alley, struggling to kick something.

White spit flowed from the corners of their mouths, and their eyes were red, like madness.

???? He slowly approached, and when he looked around, he saw that the children were actually attacking an adult who was the size of a horse. The man, dressed in a shabby and dirty cloth shirt, fell to the rain and trembled, trembling incessantly. The rain on the ground was already mixed with a hint of pink.

????“ Monster, you're a monster......"

The first yellow-haired boy said frantically.

"Heresy..... Evil ......"

Another kid said feverishly.

????“ ...... Let's kill him......"

A boy pulled out a knife: "I can't help it." ”

"What's the hurry..... Isn't it ...... let him die? Pretty happy...... you?"

The yellow-haired boy stammered, "I'...... I don't want him dead, he's so evil......."

"So what to do.....

"I'm going to cut him off and bring him back to life. Ha ha. ”

He shook his head and laughed as he spoke.

????“ Reasonable. ”

A boy raised the blade and licked the blade frantically, his mouth covered in blood, and then he raised the knife to stab the body of the man who had fallen to the ground.

???? The moment the blade stabbed him, a hand like iron pincers grasped his wrist, making him unable to move.

???? The big boy turned his head, only to find a strange boy about his own age standing beside him. But before he could really see who the boy was, a knife landed on the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious.

Then, in less than three seconds, the four chaotic teenagers all fainted. They fell to the ground like broken sacks.

????

???? Hoffa sighed and turned to look.

Only then did he see clearly which one was huddled between two trash cans, and there was a man covered in bruises. And the man was looking at him with a pair of beetle-brown eyes.

???? Man?

???? A flash of lightning flashed, illuminating his face.

???? No, maybe not a man, because although this man is big, his face is surprisingly immature and frightened. That's right, he's the guy with the magic fluctuations.

???? Hoffa looked at him for a while, always feeling a little familiar, so he stretched out his hand and said gently, "Hey, are you okay?" ”

???? Rubeus Hagrid looked at the boy who was still twitching and foaming at the garbage heap next to him, and his head was lowered. He curled up in fear and didn't say a word.

????“ Are you alright?" Hoffa tilted his head, "You're a wizard, aren't you?"

????“ I'm not me, I'm not ......."

???? The big man covered his face in horror and stepped back, but behind him was a wall, and there was no way to retreat.

Hoffa looked at the other party's face carefully, it was a little similar to Nober, and a trace of long-ago memory finally surfaced, and he understood the identity of the other party. That fantastic beast fanatic, the most important supporting character in the future Harry Potter era.

He wasn't mad yet, which gave Hoffa some hope, and he stepped forward and asked softly:

"Noble is your father, isn't he?"

It may be that his mental force field is quite soft, or it may be that his tone is not the same as that of those crazy people. The big boy in front of him gradually calmed down.

He looked up into Hoffa's eyes and nodded slowly:

"Yes..... Yes. ”

????

Hoffa pressed Hagrid and whispered, "Let me meet your father, okay?" ”

Lu Bo was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and said aggrievedly.

"Father has gone mad. ”

"Crazy, isn't it....."

Hoffa muttered, he wasn't too surprised by the answer, he'd seen too many people in madness along the way. "It's okay, let me go meet him. ”

Looking at the golden eyes under the gray hair, Hagrid nodded, and he got up from the ground and picked up a small paper bag. There were two small loaves of bread in a small paper bag. He carefully put away the bread and said to Hoffa.

"Follow me. ”

Hoffa followed Hagrid as they walked through the mad and chaotic towns, through the dark and burning woods, and through the wheat fields where crows flew.

Eventually, they ended up on an abandoned farm. As soon as he stood at the gate of the farm, Hoffa smelled a pungent smell of alcohol.

Pushing open the door, he saw a man lying on a high stack of straw. He was wrapped in a thick coat and surrounded by piles of discarded wine bottles.

It was Noble Hagrid, but this man's eyes were no longer as aggressive as they had been during the summer vacation. In its place was chaos and exhaustion.

Seeing Hoffa coming, he glanced sideways numbly, and Hoffa was secretly surprised in his heart, his eyes were the same as when he chose to die.

Hagrid stepped forward and pulled out two buns from his pocket, but Noble pushed him away. He scolded loudly: "Where's the wine.... Where's the fuck my wine.....?"

"I'm done drinking, I can't find it. ”

Rubeus whispered.

"Waste...... Get out!!"

Noble roared and pushed him, but rolled off a pile of wine bottles with too much force, and he didn't care, blindfolded, and turned on the ground for a long time, but the bottles were empty for half the day. He became annoyed and fluttered around in the pile of bottles like a paddle.

Hoffa looked around and saw half a bottle of wine in the closet, so he walked over and picked it up. Walked up to Noble and bent down and handed it to him.

"Is that you.....?"

Noble drooled, glanced at him, and snatched the bottle with his hand. He looked up and took a sip of wine: "You know... Who can go to heaven? Hiccup...."

Hoffa whispered, "People who are not allergic to alcohol. ”

"Haha, you're so smart, I knew you weren't easy. ”

He then lay on the ground and kicked Hagrid in the ankle.

"Fuck off..... You don't have one yet...... The stranger looked pleasing to the eye. ”

Hofa pulled him away by the shoulders, and then he stood up, walked over to the aggrieved boy, patted Hagrid's arm, and whispered, "You go out and wait for me." ”

Hagrid looked at the other party's pure eyes, although the other party was only his own shoulder height, but he had a sense of trust in the man in front of him for no reason, and he had a sense of trust.

He nodded, turned around and ran out, stopping outside the farm's haystack and peering inside.

Inside, Hoffa sat down cross-legged beside Noble.

"What the are you doing, coming out?"

Noble said drunkenly, "I thought it was ..... I thought you were locked up in Azkaban. ”

"There was a rebellion in Azkaban, and all the prisoners escaped. Hoffa whispered, "Grindelwald destroyed that place. ”

"So you took advantage of the chaos to get out? You're so clever. ”

Noble took another sip of wine: "Why, why did you come to me? ”

Hoffa just looked at him and didn't speak.

"Don't look at me like that, boy. ”

Noble waved his hand meaninglessly and irritably: "If you were me, you would have run too." If you want to blame, blame you for not apparition......."

"I'm not here to quarrel with you. ”

Hoffa interrupted him.

"Did you make that monster?"

Noble: "I make.... What did I make?"

"Void Dragon?"

"Nothingness..... Dragon ......"

Noble laughed, "..... What are you talking about, can you make nothing? No kidding......"

He took a sip of his wine, threw the bottle away, and then lay on his back on the ground, about to sleep. Hoffa reached for him by the collar and pulled him up.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to stop it. ”

"Stop, you're done...... The world is over, you don't know Grindelwald at all, you don't know how crazy he is in his bones. ”

Hoffa: "I'm not talking to you about Grindelwald, I'm talking to you about the monster. ”

"Monster!!"

Noble suddenly roared:

"What a fucking monster, you keep saying it's a monster. I'll tell you what that is, that's reality, meaningless reality!

I am fortunate to have been researching for 40 years, and I am fortunate to have been researching the biological fusion technology for 40 years, and it was taken away before it was formed, and I made a wedding dress for others!

It's been my life's work, and now it's been taken away from me, what else do you expect from me, my existence is worthless......."

Hoffa pressed his shoulders and tried to calm him down. Unexpectedly, this action caused the other party to resist vigorously.

"How would you touch me! You little brute, if not you..... How could I ......"

Hoffa crushed Noble under him and pressed his arm like a wounded beast.

"Don't think about it. ”

"Don't think about it!"

Noble roared: "That's my forty years of hard work, don't you tell me not to think about it? Don't you understand, we're just pawns in someone else's hands......"

"Do you remember that cabin?"

Hoffa asked.

"We are pawns!"

Noble was still yelling sadly, "It's a fucking pawn!"

"Do you remember that cabin?"

Hoffa raised his voice.

"What the do I remember about the cabin, you me out!"

Noble tried to push Hoffa away, but his fingers touched a glass wine bottle and slammed it into Hoffa's face.

Bang!!

The bottle was smashed in Hoffa's face.

The wine drenched his hair and cheeks, but his expression didn't change. He grabbed Nobber's palm and pulled the bottle off.

"Do you remember what you said to me?"

"What the did I tell you!?"

Noble struggled.

"Man has to live like a dragon!"

Hoffa held him down.

"The dragon doesn't care if it dies tomorrow, it doesn't care if it gets eaten by a bigger dragon, and it even fucks a male dragon who doesn't care about being in heat by another dragon. ”

Hoffa held him down and said loudly, "The dragon only cares if he can eat enough, whether he can raise enough offspring, and whether the offspring can survive. ”

"Fuck off!

Noble struggled desperately, his muscles spasmed.

"I don't remember, I don't remember!"

"You still have offspring, and your life goal has not been accomplished!"

Hoffa roared angrily, pointing to Rubeus who was standing outside, pointing to his frightened little face.

"Your son may be going to do something extraordinary in the future! Are you going to bury his future right here?"

This sentence was like a sharp arrow hitting the vital point, and Noble did not move. His stiff and hard body slowly relaxed.

Hoffa stood up, looked at Noble lying in the pile of wine bottles, and took a few breaths: "Listen, I can help you become the top dragon trainer, but you have to follow my plan." ”

Eventually, Noble covered his face and began to let out a beastly wail, slamming his head on the ground.

Hoffa didn't speak, he just stood aside, silently waiting, silently observing.

Finally, in the company of Hoffa, he was freed from existential anxiety, and after a painful struggle, Noble got up, leaned his back against the haystack, and raised his head with a blue nose and a swollen face.

"What can you do?"