Seeing Fatier's sudden madness, Hoffa couldn't help but take a step back. Going back fifty years to kill the underage Grindelwald was such a crazy plan.

"As long as we kill him, not to mention that Aglaia will not die, even this wizard war will not happen."

The more Fatil spoke, the more excited he became. He began to walk around the room, "Those mediocre people said that I have done nothing. How could they know what I really think? They are afraid of him like a tiger, and they all stick together."

To keep warm, but no one really took any action."

"Then...what will happen to her?"

Hoffa asked stammering.

"who?"

Fadil, who was in a frenzy, turned his head and asked with a frown.

"K, Chloe, Chloe, what will happen to her? She can only take people back three days at most."

There was a dead silence in the room of the Minister of Magic. For a while, Fatir slowly sat back in his chair, picked up a quill and started spinning:

"Her? What will happen to her?" He chewed on Hoffa's words and asked, "Why do you care about this?"

"Her blood."

Hoffa said, "Her blood is the source of the magic rampage. If you want to go back fifty years ago, how much blood do you need!?"

Fatir calmed down from his previous enthusiasm. He sat back at the table and looked at Hoffa displeased: "What do you mean?"

"If you were to go back fifty years ago, a hundred of her blood would probably not be enough for you to draw."

"Oh, you're worried about this."

Fadil breathed out and smiled, "Don't worry about that. I haven't accomplished anything this year. I made a machine that can double her power. I believe that as long as she drains her blood, it can definitely be done."

It has reached the point of going back fifty years.

Previously, I thought of doing it myself, but now that you are here, I even want you to help me do it. After all, at your age, Grindelwald is probably no match for you.

"

"What about her? Will she die?"

Bang!!

Fatir suddenly grabbed an ink bottle on the table and threw it hard at Hoffa. The ink bottle was smashed into pieces on Hoffa's face, and the fragments pierced his skin. The dark ink mixed with blood slowly spread on Hoffa's stunned face.

Flow down slowly.

Fatir's face, which had just softened, completely fell. He squinted his blue eyes, which were the same as Aglaia's, looked at Hoffa, and gritted his teeth: "Are you worried that she is dead?"

Hoffa didn't answer, letting the ink and blood ravage his body.

After smashing the ink bottle, Fadil leaned back on the chair and smiled coldly, "If you want to know so much, then I'll tell you. She will die. For sure, with that kind of high-intensity space-time ability, she will definitely die, physically.

And their souls will all be devoured by my time machine. However, by sacrificing just one person, you can win the war and put an end to all evil. This deal is extremely cost-effective in anyone's eyes."

Listening to Fatir's words, Hoffa no longer knew what to say. At this time, he seemed to see another Grindelwald.

He seemed to see Dumbledore being forced by Grindelwald to sacrifice himself to preserve the overall situation.

He seemed to see Grindelwald standing in front of him in the darkness in the third grade and saying to Dumbledore: "If you can eliminate the ultimate evil and sacrifice one or two people, what does it matter?"

"No, Fatir, this won't work."

He stirred, touched the glass shards on his face, rushed back, and held Fatir's desk down, "There must be another way! Believe me, there must be another way."

"You love her. You love that nun, don't you?"

Fadil's decadent blue eyes were as sharp as sharp knives at this moment: "If what I caught now was not her, but a random homeless man on the street, would you still be standing in front of me right now!?"

He squinted his eyes, stood up from his chair, stepped across his desk, and walked towards Hoffa step by step, but Hoffa could only retreat step by step.

"My daughter saved you when you were most helpless. Is this how you repay her? Hmm."

"In just one year, you turned around and found a new love."

Every sentence of Fatir hit Hoffa's heart like a giant hammer, "I misjudged you, Bach. You are despicable, shameless, and ungrateful. How dare you say that you never killed anyone when you were in France?"

Do you dare to say that you sent that nun all the way back without killing anyone?"

"That's my fault!"

Hoffa said painfully: "I didn't understand it at the time! I didn't understand sacrifice and love. I was already lost in the unpredictable fate."

His face turned pale, but he did not retreat anymore, but grabbed Fatir's arm: "But now I am becoming more and more aware that the more people I kill, the more like Grindelwald I will be. One day I will

Become like him!"

"What does it matter? In this cruel world, there is no right or wrong at all. The only thing is exchange of equal value. If you want to get one thing, you have to sacrifice another! Do you understand? Hoffa

.bach!!"

"I understand, I understand very well."

Hoffa said painfully: "But I understand better that if we really do this, nothing will change in the end, and everything will be the same as before."

"How dare you tell someone who has lost everything? What's the difference?"

Fatir roared and pushed Hoffa hard against the wall with his backhand, "My family is everything to me. Even if I fall into hell, I will bring her back. This is the difference!"

His throat was held by the palm of his hand. Hoffa's eyes were a little red. He coughed and said with difficulty: "I...have no father and no mother. She is the first friend I know. You are by no means the only one who has lost everything."

"Then help me!!!"

Fatir roared and pressed Hoffa with saliva: "Then help me, kill those who dare to stop me, so that my plan can be implemented smoothly!"

Hoffa's lips turned white, and looking at Fatil's completely distorted face under his silver hair, his heart felt like a knife, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly control himself. He shook his head: "I can't do it, Fatil...

..." He held Fatir's hand tightly, and his voice was pleading: "There must be other ways, please calm down."

"There is no other way, Bach. Except time, nothing can change fate. Let me ask you one last time, can you help me?"

The two people's faces were very close to each other, but there was an invisible ravine between them, like the Great Rift Valley tearing apart the earth, like the Mariana Trench, the deepest seabed, which was bottomless.

With Hoffa speechless, Fatir's expression changed from furious and hopeful to completely cold.

He slowly let go of Hoffa's collar and took two steps back. His blue eyes were covered with deep fatigue and numbness. Even though he still had an extremely young appearance, his posture at this moment looked like that of a young man.

An old man.

"In that case, let's go."

He said calmly.

Hoffa took a step forward, and the next second.

Boom boom!!

With a blow that almost shook the earth.

Fatir's desk was turned into powder, and the countless documents waiting for approval on the desk exploded like a grenade, exploding into debris flying in the sky.

Among the pieces of paper flying in the sky, an invisible beast slammed into Hoffa's chest. It hit him directly and smashed him into the wall. He flew backwards and then crashed through the wall again and again.

After four or five walls, it was time to stop.

Countless pieces of gravel the size of heads rumbled down. This unexpected blow caused almost incalculable bone fractures. Before he even had time to transform his body into steel, the invisible beast exerted its force again, and in a rubble ruins

In the middle, she bit his thigh and threw him up high.

Ghost Walk!

Hoffa entered the ghost walk in mid-air.

In the gray shadow world, the dragon-shaped beast that had run away when it saw him before had its eyes turn red, and its entire body had more than doubled in size.

Its transparent body bit its own thigh and pushed itself forward like crazy, plowing cracks on the ground one after another.

boom!!

Breaking through a wall again.

It directly hit Hoffa in the shadow and smashed the wall leading to the elevator shaft. Its two extremely hard heads smashed through the iron grating of the Ministry of Magic elevator and passed through the air.

Hoffa looked at the bottomless elevator below him, and then looked at his chest. His chest was completely gone, as if he had just one head and half a chest floating in the elevator shaft out of thin air.

"Damn it, Fatir..."

He gritted his teeth and raised his head from the semi-suspended state. The three-ring scar on his chest was as bright as a torch. His arm returned to its original shape with a snap. As the wound healed quickly, he held the mouth of the transparent beast and entered the shadow world.

.

In the shadow world, the dragon-shaped beast bit his thigh, and with its long kiss, it bit his lower body and swallowed it directly into its mouth.

Crack, he used both hands hard.

The huge power of transformation forced him to open the mouth of the Shadow Dragon. He bent down and stood up by stepping on its lower jaw.

Then, he saw an energy quickly gathering deep in the gray and transparent throat, emitting a dazzling white light.

roar!!

Invisible flames spurted out from the mouth of the Shadow Dragon and hit the boy holding its mouth. The high temperature caused the air to ripple like water ripples. Hoffa's elegant suit bought on Savile Row was covered in the blink of an eye.

Burning in pieces.
To be continued...