Three days later, Hoffa followed the guidance of Fatir's map and arrived at a small riverside town with low-rise houses on the streets and several old internal combustion engine fishing boats moored on the pier.

It's just that these fishing boats are now burning with raging flames and emitting black smoke. Countless ghost-like figures are walking through the dark night sky. They cover their heads and stagger. Some are holding bricks and stones, repeating

He was smashing it. He didn’t know what he was smashing.

Someone was tearing apart his body, walking on the street like a numb corpse.

There are also people who are like sardines. They swim wherever the school of fish swims. They follow the big group, and they don't understand why they follow the big group.

Chaos and madness kept eating away at people's sanity, which frightened Hoffa. He gradually began to understand that all people are the product of loneliness, but few people can truly learn to get along with loneliness.

People invented entertainment, social interaction, order, division of labor, and everything else. People rely on rules to stay warm, but once the rules are stripped away.

The whole world will fall into a primitive state of chaos and pain, which is probably what Grindelwald wants to see.

Now, under the attraction of the Dragon of Nothingness, the hope of the entire world is collapsing in a chain-like state.

There is not much time left for him.

He looked at the map and started running among the chaotic and crazy crowd. Now, he could only hope that Norbert had not been affected by him.

He didn't go far when he felt the faint fluctuation of magic power, and the amplitude of the fluctuation was very weak.

Hoffa's eyes lit up. He was lucky. There was still a wizard in this town. He followed the magic wave and followed it.

Following the faint wave of magic, Hoffa came to an alley filled with domestic garbage. Circles of broken neon lights shone on the shops on the street, and the dirty water on the ground reflected the sudden reflection.

Red and blue light.

There were densely crisscrossed wires above his head, and the walls were covered with psoriasis-like advertising billboards. Seeing this place, Hoffa couldn't help but think of Wu's Orphanage.

A faint cry reached Hoffa's ears.

"Let me go! Let me go..."

There was a crackling sound from the garbage pile, mixed with someone's cry of pain. As soon as Hoffa turned the corner, he saw several boys about his own age blocking the garbage pile at the end of the alley.

What are you trying to kick with your feet?

There was white saliva flowing from the corners of their mouths, their eyes were red, and they looked crazy.

He slowly approached, and when he looked around, he saw that these children were actually attacking a tall adult. The man was wearing a shabby and dirty shirt, and he lay shivering on the rainy ground, shaking constantly.

The rain has been mixed with traces of pink.

"Monster, you are a monster..."

The first boy with yellow hair said crazily.

"Heresy...evil..."

Another kid said enthusiastically.

"...let's kill him..."

One boy pulled out a knife: "I can't bear it anymore."

"What's the rush... Wouldn't it be nice to let him die...?"

The yellow-haired boy stammered: "I...I don't want him to die, he is too evil..."

"What should we do..."

"I'm going to cut off his limbs and revive him. Haha."

As he spoke, he shook his head and laughed.

"That makes sense."

A boy raised the blade and licked the blade frantically, until his mouth was filled with blood. Then he raised the knife and was about to stab the fallen man's body.

The moment the sharp blade struck, an iron-like hand grasped his wrist, preventing him from moving.

The big boy turned his head and found a strange boy about his own age standing beside him. But before he could really see who the boy was, a knife fell on the back of his neck.

Knock him out softly.

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

Hoffa sighed and turned around to look.

Only then did he clearly see a man covered in bruises huddled between two trash cans. And that man was looking at him with a pair of beetle-like brown eyes.

man?

A bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating his face.

No, maybe it's not a man, because although this man is big in stature, his face is surprisingly childish and frightened. Yes, he is the guy with the magic wave.

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

Rubeus Hagrid looked at the young man who was still twitching and foaming in the garbage nearby, his head bowed. He huddled up in a ball in fear and said nothing.

"Are you okay?" Hoffa tilted his head, "You are a wizard, right?"

"I'm not I'm not..."

The big man covered his face in horror and backed away, but there was a wall behind him and there was no way he could retreat.

Hoffa looked at the other person's face carefully. He was somewhat similar to Noble. A long-standing memory finally surfaced, and he understood the other person's identity. That fanatic of magical beasts would be the most important in the future Harry Potter era.

supporting role.

He was not crazy yet, which gave Hoffa some hope. He took a step forward and asked softly:

"Norbert is your father, right?"

Maybe it was because his mental force field was quite gentle, or maybe because his tone was different from 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 held Hagrid down and said softly: "Can you please let me meet your father?"

Rubeus was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips and said aggrievedly.

"Father has gone crazy."

"Are you crazy?"

Hoffa murmured, and he was not too surprised by the answer. He had seen too many crazy people along the way. "It doesn't matter, let me go see him."

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

explain.

"Follow me."

Hoffa followed Hagrid as they passed through the crazy and chaotic towns, through the dark and burning woods, and through the wheat fields where crows were flying.

Finally, they came to an abandoned farm. As soon as they stood at the farm gate, Hoffa smelled the pungent smell of alcohol.

When he opened the door, he saw a man with an unkempt face lying on a tall straw pile. He was wrapped in a thick coat and there were piles of discarded wine bottles scattered around him.

It was none other than Norbert Hagrid, but this man's eyes were no longer as active and sharp as he had seen them during the summer vacation. Instead, they were filled with confusion and exhaustion.

Seeing Hoffa coming, he glanced numbly sideways. Hoffa was secretly surprised. His look was the same as when he chose to die.

Hagrid stepped forward and took out the two buns from his pocket, but Norbert pushed him away hard and cursed loudly: "Where's the wine... Where's my fucking wine...

.?"

"I finished drinking and can't find it."

Rubeus whispered.

"Trash...get out!!"

Norbert roared and pushed him, but he used too much force and rolled off a pile of wine bottles. He didn't care, he turned around on the ground with his eyes blurred for a long time, but all the bottles were empty. He became annoyed and scratched.

It was like water splashing around in the pile of bottles.

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

"Is it you...?"

Norbert drooled and glanced sideways at him, then grabbed the wine bottle with his hands. He raised his head and took a sip of wine: "Do you know... who can go to heaven... burp..."

Hoffa whispered: "People who are not allergic to alcohol."

"Haha, you are so smart. I knew from the beginning that you were not simple."

Then, he lay on the ground and kicked Hagrid's ankle.

"Go away...you haven't even seen a...stranger look at you."

Hoffa pulled him by the shoulders and dragged him away. Then, he stood up, walked to the aggrieved big boy, patted Hagrid's arm, and said softly, "Go out and wait for me."

Hagrid looked at the other person's pure eyes. Although the other person was only as tall as his shoulders, he had no reason to trust the man in front of him. He had a sense of trust.

He nodded, turned and ran outside, stopped outside the haystack of the farm, and peered into the house.

Inside the room, Hoffa sat cross-legged next to Noble.
To be continued...