The giant dragon roared across the sky, and the crowd ran around the city like crazy, but they could not see the giant dragon.

In the absurd city, they cry, they collapse, they face the loneliness in their hearts, they are in agony, they are unable to vent their emotions, they either go crazy in silence, or die in carnival.

A week later, on a hillside in an unknown seaside town, Hoffa woke up from a nightmare. His face was pale, and the dilapidated wooden bed beneath him hurt his back.

After a while, his golden eyes regained focus.

At this moment, about a week has passed since the crazy experience at Hogwarts. During this week, the dragon of nothingness flying around the world and his soul link caused Hoffa to continue to experience nightmares and hallucinations.

He could dream about the other person's location, the other person's thoughts, and the other person's behavior, just like Harry often dreamed about Voldemort, even more frequently and crazily.

He sat up from the wooden bed and heard faint voices coming from the hillside outside the door.

"Is anything going to happen to him?"

"He's in good health, like a bull."

Hoffa stood up and walked out of the door slowly with bare feet. It turned out that in the early morning light, Fatir and Aglaia were talking next to the fire, with two skewers of fish stuck on the fire.

"I'm not asking about his health, I'm saying..."

Aglaia pointed to her head and asked Fatir softly.

"Few people die more than twice."

Fatir fiddled with the bonfire and said casually: "Unless that person completely loses hope."

"That's it..."

Aglaia saw Hoffa standing by the wooden door and chose to keep silent.

Fatir also saw Hoffa, and he nodded slightly to him.

"Hey, wake up."

"I'll get tea."

Aglaia said as she glanced at Hoffa and walked around to the back of the house.

After she left, Hoffa stepped on the snow on the ground and slowly came to the bonfire on the hillside and said hello.

"Hi."

"Did you sleep well?"

Fatir asked without raising his head.

"Um."

Hoffa nodded and sat on the stone.

Putting his hand on the fire, he looked at this man whom he had not seen a few times since school started.

It was difficult to express the guilt and uneasiness in his heart. Just a week ago, he almost killed the other party's daughter.

But it was obvious that Fatir had no intention of getting involved in the past. He simply pulled out a newspaper from his back and handed it to Hoffa. Hoffa took it and looked at it, and the contents of the newspaper were shocking.

In the black-and-white magical photos, groups of people are crowded in the city, their faces smeared with oil paint, and they are smashing wildly like barbarians. Among them are Muggles and wizards. They smash the burning objects in their hands against high buildings like a tsunami.

Hit the car.

Among them, someone even put his face close to the camera and shouted crazily, "God is dead!"

With laughter, the reporter holding the camera was knocked to the ground by the chaotic crowd.

Hoffa tightened his fingers and put down the newspaper.

"This country is on the verge of collapse. A large number of people die from suicide and homicide every day."

Fatir said softly, "No one cares about the rules anymore, Hogwarts is closed, and Gringotts is bankrupt.

Grindelwald wants to destroy the foundation of the entire British society, and his goal is being achieved step by step."

After a pause, he said: "I have been delayed here for too long. Grindelwald's next step must be other infrastructure, maybe Azkaban or St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic.

Aglaia and I are leaving here today, we are going to stop Grindelwald and put an end to him."

At this time, Aglaia turned around from behind holding a small cup. When she heard Fatil's words, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Father..."

But Fatil ignored her. He looked directly at Hoffa:

"Someone must stop that dragon of nothingness. It is spreading chaos and nothingness in the Muggle world. It is the source of everything. If it does not disappear, despair and pain will always envelope the world."

Aglaia sighed, walked to Hoffa, and handed him a cup of hot pine needle tea.

Hoffa took it gratefully and took a sip. It was slightly bitter but hot.

"Do you want me to defeat that dragon?" he asked softly.

Fatir didn't answer, just looked at him.

"I don't know what to do."

Hoffa put down the newspaper. "I'm not sure I can beat this."

"If anyone can defeat that monster, it must be you." Fatir said:

"It was born from you as a monster. Only you can understand its motives and its weaknesses, right?"

Hoffa held a branch and fiddled with the bonfire in front of him. After a long silence, he suddenly turned his head:

"Its body."

"What?"

"It does possess part of my soul, but its body is not mine. I want to know who made its body."

"If it is only physical life, I think it must be the work of Norbert Hagrid. He used alchemy to extract the lives of other dragons and fuse them into a monster."

"Norbert Hagrid?"

Hoffa was stunned, thinking of the weird adventure he had during the summer vacation. The wanted criminal with a full beard.

"Norbert Hagrid created another body of mine?"

"Yes, speaking of which, I have met him once before."

Fatir took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Hoffa:

"If you want to find him, you can follow this map to find him. I left a magic beacon on him last time, but I don't have time to find him again."

Hoffa looked at the note and thought of that time during the summer vacation, when Noble finally abandoned him and left alone. Did that guy really create another self?

At this moment, Fatil finished drinking the tea in his cup and stood up, "Life is very difficult. I think you will have to face him sooner or later."

Hoffa put away the note, "I understand."

"Very good." Fatir nodded with satisfaction.

He turned around and patted Aglaia on the shoulder: "If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly, we will leave soon."

After saying that, he walked down the hillside and disappeared into the whirling bushes, leaving only Hoffa and Aglaia facing each other by the winter bonfire.

Aglaia looked at Hoffa, as if she had a lot to say to him, but they just exchanged glances and understood each other's thoughts, and now they couldn't retreat.

In the end, she couldn't say anything wonderful. She just looked at Hoffa and said, "Be good and don't do stupid things."

Hoffa nodded: "I understand."

After eating a simple breakfast, Fatir took Aglaia and left Hoffa. They rode on the dragon and disappeared into the sky.

At this moment, he was sitting alone by the campfire, facing the ocean in the distance, and opened the paper that resembled a navigation map given to him by Fatir.

On the paper, an arrow pointed to the Hebridean Islands in the distance.

After confirming his location, he silently turned around and embarked on an unknown journey. This was his second mission about Nobel, but this time, it was no longer for adventure and excitement, but for his own salvation.

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North Sea island, Azkaban prison.

Blood was flowing on the ground, with gravel and batons scattered among it. Countless jailer corpses fell to the ground. Some limbs were twisted into twists, and some had big holes in their heads. Some even had their bodies torn apart.

Cut in half.

A silver giant dragon Patronus is entrenched high in the dungeon, looking around with its cold eyes. Such a scene does not seem to cause any fluctuations in it. The dementors of Azkaban are under the light of the Patronus.

Shivering and floating in the corner.

Countless prisoners wearing blue and white striped prison uniforms gathered under the patron saint of the dragon. They raised their heads and their bodies were covered with still warm blood.

Surprisingly, they all remained silent.

In Nuoda's prison, there was a clanking sound. It was the sound of bones hitting the iron bars.

A man with pale hair crossed the cold iron railing with his slender fingers and tapped the iron surface.

His right hand was dragging a man with a bruised nose and face. The man was wearing a black cloak and was the warden of Azkaban.

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To be continued...