Chapter 44: 44, Death of the Enemy

Watching Aglaia disappear on the other side, Hoffa leaned against the tree trunk, looked up at the sky, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clenched his slightly trembling hands.

The secretion of adrenaline kept his brain in a state of extreme excitement and tension.

And the fear of facing death alone made him tremble uncontrollably.

she will come back

Still won't be back.

Hoffa didn't know.

If he could, he didn't want to put his life in the hands of Aglaia, and he didn't want to trust this person who had been against him at all.

Hoffa wouldn't be surprised if she slipped away alone, he would never know what she would do.

All she did was wish she could be fired.

As much as he hates to admit it, he's the same guy as Aglaia, the same self-centered Ravenclaw. It's just that Aglaia is clearly aware of himself, while Hoffa is secretly aware of himself.

Maybe that's why they hate each other so much.

Hoffa wondered how Aglea would choose.

But he has no choice.

He has no other choice but to cooperate.

At this moment, countless inexplicable and messy thoughts flashed through his mind. It was as if hundreds of people were whispering to him.

"If she can come back, there will be ghosts."

He opened his eyes and sighed, the hot air in his lungs condensed into sheets of water mist in the air of late autumn and early winter.

The numb fingers slowly regained consciousness.

Stars are shining overhead.

Those whispers faded into nothingness.

That was the shadow in his mind, oddly enough. When he decided to make a choice, the shadow seemed to be gradually dispelled.

Some kind of strange power supports him, making him face his inner fears and face his own nature.

is love?

Is it hope?

yes.

It seems that it is neither.

He just got out of his life of insensitivity.

Try to understand yourself.

Behind him, the sound of that damned phantom monkey began to sound again. It jumped left and right on the tree canopy, and every time it jumped, it would be one step closer to where Hoffa was hiding.

Hoffa stood motionless, quietly running his meditation thoughts. A little bit of magic is a little bit of magic.

Finally, the phantom monkey found Hoffa's position, and it swooped onto the tree in front of Hoffa, tilting its head and looking at him excitedly.

Hoffa only glanced at it coldly, running his meditation thoughts with all his might.

A few seconds later, footsteps came from behind.

Even though the phantom monkey pointed them in the direction, the two black wizards were still very cautious.

"What else can you do but hide? Face me."

Schmidt's soft but cold voice was exceptionally clear in the Forbidden Forest.

Hoffa didn't move, he was still recovering his magic.

Schmidt walked slowly: "How can there be a weak student like you at Hogwarts? Could it be that Dippet has added a new college for cowards?"

He didn't care about insulting Hoffa, but his voice was only ten meters away from him. The opponent might attack at any time, and he couldn't hide anymore.

Hoffa interrupted his meditation and turned out from behind the tree.

Schmidt immediately raised his palm and stopped the subordinate next to him.

The two stood face to face in the middle of the forest.

The night was extremely dark, and there were eerie roars and birdsong in the surrounding woods. At the foot of the trees on the ground, there are clusters of white fluorescent mushrooms. These luminous mushrooms are the only light source in the Forbidden Forest at night.

Schmidt stood ten meters away in the forest, and Hoffa leaned on a fir tree.

The branches of this fir tree have been covered with countless curled demons one after another. They looked at Hoffa hungry, and as long as Schmidt gave an order, they would tear Hoffa into pieces in an instant.

But Hoffa thinks that the other party will not do this for the time being, at least he will let himself live for a few more minutes before he gets what he wants.

"It's hard to overdraw your magic power, little boy."

Schmidt asked softly.

"Run again, and you might turn into an idiot."

Schmidt spoke softly, but without emotion.

In fact, from the first time Hoffa met the guy, he'd been in a state of facial paralysis, as if someone had severed the emotion-sensing nerves in his brain. Turned his face into a mask.

"You can try."

Hoffa held his wand in his hand and grinned.

Fighting is not advisable, he can only delay time by talking.

Schmidt: "I have killed many wizards, but I have to say, you are the second most difficult thing I have ever seen. What magical secrets do you have, and you can escape the harm of the curse again and again."

"I'm ashamed, I'm not the first one."

Hoffa said slowly, glancing deep into the Forbidden Forest out of the corner of his eye.

(Two minutes pass, and he still doesn't know if Aglaia will return.)

"May I have your name."

Schmidt moved a little closer.

"Tom Riddle," Hoffa said honestly.

"Tom, I appreciate your talent and ability. Come with me, this place is not suitable for you, not suitable for your development."

Following Schmidt's voice, Hoffa's mind swayed inexplicably, as if his words contained some kind of strange power, making people unconsciously want to relax and get close.

Hoffa bit the tip of his tongue, and the bloody smell in his mouth made his eyes clear.

After practicing meditation for more than half a year, the method of meditation has played a role here. His spirit is extremely high, and the spell of bewitching has no effect on him.

Hoffa looked coldly into the gray eyes on the opponent's poker face.

"What about the benefits? What are the benefits?"

He won't agree, but he wants to delay.

Four minutes passed, and there was still no sign of Aglea's return.

"Benefits?" Schmidt tilted his head.

"I don't think you are a descendant of a pure-blood family. You think Hogwarts will teach you something, they will only train you as a soldier, and then send you to the battlefield to serve the Ministry of Magic and the British high-level. "

Schmidt took another step forward.

"Will you become a pawn of some ancient pure-blooded families and a puppet controlled by Dippet. Is this kind of life what you want?"

He took another step forward, and the distance between the two was shortened to five meters. Hoffa's heart hung high, his insteps arched, his fingers gripped the bark tightly.

On the canopy, the saliva of those crooked demons fell on Hoffa's shoulders and hair drop by drop.

"A capable person will never be inferior to others, and those pure-blood families who are superior will inevitably disappear with the passage of time. This is an inevitable trend of history."

Schmidt tilted his head and spoke quietly.

"The world of the wizarding family will eventually be broken up and become a personal world, and the same is true for Hogwarts."

"Yeah, who taught you those words?" Hoffa asked, his fingers gripping the trunk tightly.

"Tom, you are on the wrong side. We can fight for a greater goal together, follow in the footsteps of the great Gellert Grindelwald with me." The corner of Schmidt's mouth curled up in a rare way.

"I don't know Gellert Grindelwald." Hoffa said cautiously.

"You'll know him soon, Tom."

As he spoke, he came closer.

(Five minutes passed, and Hoffa's heart slowly fell from the height. There was silence in the depths of the forest, and Aglaia did not come back.)

"Can't you let me think about it? My mind is a little messed up."

Hoffa said.

Schmidt stopped in his tracks, and poker mechanically squeezed out a chilling smile.

Time passed minute by minute.

It seemed like every second that passed, a glimmer of hope was ripped from Hoffa's body.

Six minutes passed.

Hoffa felt that he might have trusted the wrong person, and maybe no one would come to help him. Maybe everyone is an animal of their own.

The lofty eagle is doomed to be lonely.

"Have you thought it through?"

Schmidt slowly drew out his wand, and countless Winged Demons opened their mouths on the canopy.

As soon as he swung his wand, Hoffa would die.

7 minutes.

Hoffa sighed in despair and released his hands from the tree.

"You win, take me away"

"Hoffa!!"

A scream came from the dense forest.

He turned his head and saw Aglaia standing up in the forest panting.

Afterwards, her body bent into an arc, and then smashed out a bright glimmer of light with all her strength.

"then!"

It's a recovery potion!

Hoffa's eyes lit up instantly.

This little girl is really back!

Like a traveler walking in the desert seeing a clear spring, an invisible force pushed his back violently.

He watched the medicine bottle in the air fall rapidly, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he reached out to snatch it.

However, the corner of Schmidt's mouth was slightly raised, as if he had been prepared for a long time, and he waved his wand like lightning.

The magic wand pulled out a silver arc, like a charged long whip, flashed across the air, and smashed the glass bottle with precision.

Bits and pieces of glass shards fell one after another.

Hoffa jumped up dumbfounded.

His hopes were also shattered by this blow. Obviously, Schmidt had been on guard against him and did not let down his vigilance in the slightest.

Schmidt withdrew his wand, looked at Hoffa with his hand outstretched in mid-air, and said softly: "With one rabbit missing, do you think I won't have some backup plans?"

Hoffa's expression froze, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, making him feel cold from head to toe.

He suddenly turned his head, looked at Aglaia, and shouted: "Run!"

However, it was too late.

"Roar!"

The next second, with a roar that shook the sky, a giant beast hidden in the dark forest jumped out.

It was as big as an adult male lion, and it was extremely ferocious!

It's Schmidt's juvenile poisonous leopard!

It opened its huge mouth full of layers of sharp teeth, and rushed towards Aglaia who was standing in the Forbidden Forest like lightning.

Swallowed her upper body in one gulp.

Click!

One bite and two breaks.