"Choose, either come to nirvana with me, or be destroyed with the school."

Hoffa stared at Sylby's eyes. There was no emotion in those eyes, only the madness hidden under the coldness of the vicissitudes of life.

The last trace of fantasy was shattered, and he saw the reality clearly.

The other party is well prepared, has superb acting skills, meticulous plans, is ruthless and methodical in his actions, can withstand loneliness and temptation, and always has a back-up, making him a very intelligent male protagonist.

As for me, I am just a second-year student. Even if I live a few more years than ordinary people, I am no match for this thousand-year-old monster.

He knew that what Silby wanted was not as simple as a school, a country, or a continent. His desires, his ambitions, and his ideas would never allow him to stop.

Maybe he is just one of the countless obstacles he has to overcome.

At this moment, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood he saw in Barcelona flooded into Hoffa's mind again. He saw ruins and countless lives wiped out in a conspiracy.

That was his inner demon and his fear.

Over the past year, he woke up from nightmares countless times and realized his own insignificance and powerlessness, but a similar scene was about to happen again.

Looking down at the orb, and then looking up at the mirror image on the lake, there are more and more fallen structures, and more and more explosives have been placed in the school.

At this moment, Hoffa truly understood the weight of the words on the coin.

Find the light in the darkness.

It is not just a simple sentence. It is torture of the soul and torture of life.

who I am?

Why am I here?

In the center of the black lake, under the thick black clouds of 1940, Hoffa once again tried to understand himself and life. The final result was not satisfactory.

Numerous thoughts flashed through his mind.

Hoffa exhaled and finally calmed down:

"Do you want to hear my thoughts?"

"Tell me about it."

Silby tilted her head.

"In the past six months, I have given myself three minutes every day to repent of my past.

There was once a person who faced life and adventures optimistically even though he was physically disabled. But I couldn't protect him. I watched him die in front of me. That was my fault.

I have thought countless times whether I could do better if I was given another chance.

That person is my friend, and I am willing to help him and take risks with him."

After a pause, Hoffa said: "But that person is not you.

Ronay Ravenclaw's coin should have been with you for a long time, but you never seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence. In other words, you understood it, but you no longer bothered to follow it."

Looking at the expressionless Sylby, Hoffa smiled calmly and said calmly:

"I think you are a conspirator, a murderer, an unscrupulous coward, a spider living in a dark world, and I disdain your company.

Do whatever you want, endless power, endless wealth and power? Heh, those things are as ridiculous as stinky shit to me.

Sometimes I often ask myself what I want and what my goal in life is. If I think about it carefully, what I want is actually happiness. But I have never found the true meaning of happiness. But the only thing I am sure of is that what I want is

You can't give me anything."

After saying that, he placed the Hogwarts Orb on the ground: "To prove that you are strong, you will kill all sentient beings. I can't do it, so give up."

Silby stared at him silently for a long time.

Then a smile appeared on his face, and his palm deformed and opened, revealing the dark muzzle of the gun inside. He pointed at Hoffa's head: "Nice to see you again, brother."

Hoffa raised his middle finger and smiled slightly:

"Go back and **** yourself."

Bang!!

The gun fired, and the flames illuminated Hoffa's face.

The bullet was only one meter away from him.

The strange thing is that in the last tenth and one second of his life, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he felt relaxed. It was a kind of unreserved calmness, a kind of facing the purity of his heart. The problem that had troubled him for a whole year

The inner demon suddenly collapsed at this moment.

However, the expected scene of brain exploding did not appear.

The bullet spun, but stopped one centimeter above his head.

Hoffa saw a transparent figure standing in front of her. She stretched out her hand and blocked the bullet.

Her body glowed with a hazy blue light, and ripples floated like water. It was like a phantom made of magic, or an ethereal ghost.

When he turned his head, there were three figures standing next to him. One had a green light, was thin and short, one had an earthy yellow light, was slightly fat and kind, and the other had a red light, was tall and strong.

And the Hogwarts Orb, at some point, actually floated beside him.

"Help us."

The female phantom blocking the bullet in front of her said softly, "Help this school."

Hoffa stared blankly at the four phantoms, three of which he didn't recognize, but he knew the gentle woman standing in front of him because her statue was in his common room.

Ronay Ravenclaw.

What about the other three?

"you......"

Silby's eyes were full of nostalgia, and his tone was full of vicissitudes of life: "You old guys who have been dead for a thousand years are finally willing to come out?"

The four phantoms did not look at him. They stood in front of Hoffa.

A handsome and tall male phantom pushed Hoffa's back, helped him up, and sighed in his ear: "I really hope you can hold my sword."

"The fat Hufflepuff bent down and placed the orb in Hoffa's palm. Stand firm to your will."

Slytherin just said dryly: "Be careful."

Silby held up a wheelchair and stood alone in the distance, looking at the five people proudly and said sarcastically:

"Use choices as passwords, and use death to screen out those who are not suitable as chess pieces. It's really your style, Ronay."

Ronay Ravenclaw turned around and said the only thing to him indifferently: "It's so sad, everything is black."

"Isn't it?" growled Silby.

Ravenclaw shook his head, released the bullet, and placed his palm on Hoffa's forehead.

"I'm proud of you." she said.

Endless magic flowed from his forehead into Hoffa's body, the light of the orb completely dimmed, and the four phantoms disappeared at the same time.

With magic power surging in his body, Hoffa looked at his watch, and the hands on it were spinning crazily.

1X,X,X,4X,5X!!

Fill it up directly!

What a surging magic power this was. He turned to look at Sylby.

Silby moved his brain and sneered: "A group of hyenas hugging each other for warmth, trying to challenge the power of lions, it's a wishful thinking!"

He disappeared instantly, and Hoffa also disappeared.

The next second.

Bang!!

The two appeared in the middle of the lake island and fist-fighted with a bang.

The huge sonic boom caused an uproar in the entire lake, and the white stones on the ground shattered into pieces.

The flesh collided with the steel, and the bones of Hoffa's left arm shattered into pieces, and the flesh bloomed. He saw the sneer on Sylby's face, and saw the indifferent gray eyes under his gray hair blowing in the fierce wind of the fist.

Silby withstood Hoffa's heavy punch, and the huge force made him sink into the stone slab and bend over.

The magic power was transformed into life crazily. The bones in Hoffa's body were broken inch by inch under Sylby's huge power, and they were repaired instantly. Each time they were repaired, they became harder and harder.

Seeing Hoffa's body recovering little by little, Silbis showed no fear. He supported Hoffa with one hand and pressed his thigh with the other, slowly straightened up, and said with a trembling sneer:

"It's all in my plan, brother."

As he spoke, he raised his thighs, and the joints on his black body were fully opened, revealing the amethyst power crystal hidden inside.

boom!!

A leg hit Hoffa in the chest.

Hoffa walked directly through the pile of books on the ground.

It hit the statue of Salazar Slytherin hard, and the statue collapsed.

Hoffa slapped the ground and rolled 720 degrees in mid-air, avoiding the falling gravel.
To be continued...