Under the same sky with burning embers flying, on the other side of London, the British Ministry of Magic was in a state of chaos. Spires blown up by curses and collapsed buildings could be seen everywhere.

The peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, which were constantly moving and changing. The walls on all sides were blown to pieces, and shiny dark wooden boards were scattered everywhere.

On the broken wooden boards, there were many corpses lying strewn about, as well as twitching and seriously injured people. Some of them were cursed, and some had their heads smashed open with blunt objects.

Looking further ahead, there are wands floating in the sky, varying in size, floating in the magnificent but dilapidated hall.

Under the flying wands, there were two groups of people, facing each other nervously. On one side were the heavily armed Aurors and Ministry of Magic officials. They stood in a circle with their backs against the statues of centaurs and wizards. Inside the circle was the highest official of the Ministry of Magic.

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Opposite them were countless wizards in prison uniforms, with crazy and cruel smiles, surrounding them from all directions.

Among the prisoners, the leader was a man wearing a black cloak. He was surrounded by the crowd and looked haggard. He walked like a zombie and like a soulless body.

When he was still dozens of meters away from the crowd, the haggard man raised his hand. All the prisoners stopped, and he staggered forward alone.

Against the backdrop of the others around him, this man's eyes were empty, numb, and without any light. He was the warden of Azkaban, Vincent, who was planted a spiritual seed by Grindelwald.

Then, another bald man walked out from the crowd belonging to the Ministry of Magic. He was wearing a navy blue robe and looked serious and pale, but he was still very calm. That was the current British Minister of Magic, Leonard Spann.

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"Vincent, what's going on? Please explain! Why did all the prisoners in Azkaban escape?"

The warden raised his head, looked at the Minister of Magic, and said numbly: "Mu En, it's over, we have lost, surrender."

"Surrender? Just because of a monster?" the Minister of Magic scolded.

The warden said: "If we don't stop that dragon, Muggles and most of the wizards will die in madness. Mu En, please think about it."

"Have you met Grindelwald?" The Minister of Magic's eyes were as sharp as a knife.

The warden nodded mechanically.

"when?"

"It's useless to ask these questions. I'm just here to tell you an established fact. This country has lost."

He pointed to the sky. In the distance, the sound of the invisible dragon breathing in the sky resounded through the sky.

"That monster is like an infectious agent. Sooner or later, it will infect everyone in the world with nothingness. We must find a way to stop it."

"Then what does this have to do with our surrender?" The Minister of Magic was puzzled.

The withered-looking warden shook his head: "Because only Grindelwald can stop it. The Aurors you sent have been wiped out."

"Why didn't he come and talk to me himself?" the Minister of Magic asked loudly, "Why did he send you here?"

"He said it was because he had some personal matters to deal with."

"you......!"

The Minister of Magic was about to step forward, but was held back by the Auror behind him. He became speechless, "Let him come to see me in person!"

"I'm just a messenger."

The warden raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the Minister of Magic: "Grindelwald said, it's up to you whether to surrender or not, he doesn't care. He can kill the dragon whenever he wants, and he might even accompany it."

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The oppressive silence swallowed everyone up. Finally, Leonard, the Minister of Magic, gritted his teeth and asked:

"What does he want?"

"Abolish all existing rules. Expose wizards and wizard society to natural selection."

"impossible!"

Leonard's eyes were sharp, "You can't expose it. This is the wizard's law that our ancestors have relied on to survive for generations!"

"Then there's nothing we can do. I was forced to do it, so don't blame me." Vincent said softly, then turned around and disappeared among the countless prisoners.

Countless Azkaban prisoners stepped forward, raising their wands, and each Ministry of Magic official chanted a spell at the same time. The magic power stirring in the air could tear apart almost every molecule in the environment.

The war is about to break out.

However, at this moment, a group of black shadows flew across the sky.

Fire dragons of different shapes descended from the sky, and a man jumped off the dragon's back and landed on the ground.

He raised his hand and shouted: "Wait a minute."

The distance between the prisoners and the Ministry of Magic officials was filled by more than a dozen fire dragons. They formed a row, opened their sharp mouths, breathed flames, and drove back the prisoners who were about to move.

Fatir jumped off the dragon's back and walked quickly to Vincent: "Where is Grindelwald? I want to negotiate terms."

Warden Vincent looked at Fatir, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, but then, this glimmer of light dimmed again:

"It's too late, Drases. No one can stop him. There is no hope in this world. We have no other choice but to play with him to the end."

As soon as the words fell, some prisoners directly pressed against the body of the fire dragon and tried to rush forward. Those violent fire dragons immediately opened their mouths and bit off the limbs of several prisoners. However, at this time, the prisoners seemed not to feel the pain.

Like a dead soldier, he shouted and rushed forward headlong.

Fatir raised his arms again and shouted: "Stop it."

His voice forcibly suppressed the fire dragons that were about to move.

He looked at the warden and spoke very quickly: "Give us one hour. After one hour, you can do whatever you need to do."

The warden raised his head numbly: "There is no point in struggling."

Fatir: "At least give it a try."

After a moment of silence, the muscles on the warden's face twisted and a smile appeared: "Who gave you this illusory hope, Derasese?"

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On the other side, Hoffa stumbled up the river bank. Looking at the fiery red apocalyptic sky, he felt despair for a moment. His completely uncontrollable self was so terrifying.

He was panting and extremely exhausted. The extremely high temperature everywhere was about to bake Hoffa to death.

The fiery red sky hung like blood, piercing the dark blue fjord and city. At this moment, the creature was vague and huge. It was hundreds of feet long, with a long and sharp tail, and a head shaped like a lion's head. It was rolling.

In the eerie and eerie thick fog, red scales shone all over the body, and there was a high-heat orange-white light in the gaps between the scales.

He glanced at his wrist. The magic watch used to store magic power had been smashed to pieces by the dragon in the battle just now.

Sure enough, the person who knows you best is always yourself.

His weakness was clearly visible in the dragon's eyes. Without the magic watch, he would not be able to sustain such a high-intensity crazy battle.

Around him, groups of frightened and desperate people, with distorted expressions and hands tightly holding their heads, their bodies seemed to be distorted and blurred, were running around wildly, shouting, and the sky behind them took on a strange color, as if there was something there.

It feels like some evil force is coming.

Infected by these crowds, Hoffa felt fear, trembling in fear, and a completely indescribable loneliness and depression. This power almost made him howl.

But he persevered and gritted his teeth and murmured in a low voice: "You are close enough to me."

After saying that, he took off the magic watch from his hand, looked up and looked around.

At this time, he found that the place where he landed was a Muggle airport, with several Muggle Spitfires parked in the distance. It had a green, blue and gray mixed paint, with blue and red double rings on the golden wings.

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Suddenly, his plan came to mind.

In the sky, the roar of the giant dragon became louder and louder, and the indescribable spiritual power contained in that sound plunged the entire London population into madness and despair.

Some weak-willed people had expressions of pain, twisted, and hit their heads against the wall to death. Some people chose to hold their guns in their mouths and shot off the back of their heads...

On the ground, Hoffa taxied up in the airplane. This was his first time trying to fly such a thing, but he had no other choice.

The plane flew into the sky, Hoffa pressed the button, and fire snakes were sprayed out from the wings, which landed on the dragon's scales. But it did not even penetrate its cuticle.

But this attracted its attention. As soon as the giant dragon saw the tiny plane in the distance, it laughed out loud for a moment.

Its body deformed again, and along with a red fire thunder falling from the sky, the magic power in all directions was directly drained away. A pair of wings grew again on its entire body. At this moment, it turned into a six-winged giant beast.

The giant beast had scales on its back, and disappeared on the spot with strong liquid-like plasma and extremely strong magic fluctuations.

Hoffa didn't dare to look back, so he turned the power to the maximum and rushed towards the Atlantic Ocean without looking back.

After passing through the clouds, he looked sideways and saw it appearing in the blood-red sky. This time, it turned into an electric dragon. That was his own transformation ability. He was wrapped in thunder and lightning and rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed.

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Without hesitation, he lowered the plane. The plane dragged a long plume of exhaust and disappeared in front of the dragon. The dragon also followed the plane and flew down into the clouds.

The plane broke through the clouds and was falling rapidly downwards. It left the range of the land, and below it was the rough Atlantic Ocean.

On the rough Atlantic Ocean, there are countless warships moored at this moment, some of them are German and some are British.

They are at war.

Seeing this scene, the flying dragon screamed excitedly.

The strange thing is that the more excited and manic it is, the more rational Hoffa becomes.

He looked at the instrument panel in front of him and quickly controlled the plane, quickly changing from unfamiliarity to proficiency.
To be continued...