By the time Barty Jr. and Hoffa walked out of the carriage, almost everyone outside had left.

The Hogwarts Castle in the distance still stands tall in the night, hiding too many unknown secrets.

On the black lake, you can see the rugged water on the lake. It is hundreds of first-year freshmen who are holding a traditional river crossing ceremony. They are led by a strong man with rough hair who is whistling.

On the other side, hundreds of silent Thestrals pulled the carriage, slowly advancing through the rain, passing through the gate carved with winged wild boars, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Want to follow?"

Little Barty didn't move on the platform. He held an umbrella and asked the owl uneasily.

Hoffa stood in the cage, looking at the dark castle of Hogwarts, and shook his head: "No."

"Why not, we might miss the party if we don't go."

"I won't do it if I say no!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth. He couldn't explain it to Barty Jr.

Since Cedric Diggory had just been controlled by a strange person, he did not dare to enter Hogwarts rashly. He was not sure what was waiting for him in the castle, and to be honest, he was a little bit shadowy.

"All right."

Little Barty stood still.

In the distance, there is a train conductor holding a lantern and wearing a black raincoat, swaying towards here, seeming to be inspecting the train.

"Don't just stand there, find a place to hide." Hoffa said cautiously.

"yes."

Little Barty held an umbrella in one hand and pushed the cart with the other, and walked towards the castle like a tool. But before walking up the steps, he turned a corner and walked towards a huge willow tree in the distance.

The willow tree has twisted knots on its body, looking like a huge face. Its branches are densely pointed upward, like thick octopus legs, shaking constantly in the heavy rain.

Hoffa knew that it was the Whomping Willow, which was planted during Harry Potter's father's time. When Hoffa was in school, this thing did not exist at all.

But little Barty seemed to be very familiar with the willow tree. He didn't get too close to the tree. When he was about fifty meters away from it, he bypassed it and came to the edge of the empty Forbidden Forest. Here, they could see far away.

There is an old stone house, and there are large pumpkins in the heavy rain.

"Is it okay to stay here, Mr. Bach?" Little Barty asked.

"Um."

"But...then, how long do we have to stay here?"

Little Barty was confused.

The iron cage turned into a rain hat, and Hoffa transformed from an owl back into a human form. He stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, looking at the lights of the castle in the distance. Until now, he still couldn't determine who controlled Cedric.

Who, this made him very uneasy.

A certain kind of air-conditioning gradually spread in the hunting ground, and the sound of footsteps came from the depths of the Forbidden Forest in the heavy rain. The footsteps were mixed in the rain and could not be detected at all, but Hoffa still touched the uneasy feeling at night.

The source is very similar to the uneasiness during the Quidditch World Cup.

At this time.

...

"sind alle gegangen?" (Are the people gone?)

"sie sind alle gegangen." (It's over)

"knnen wir anfangen?" (Can we start?)

"fangen wir an." (Let's get started)

Someone was speaking in the Forbidden Forest. The language was German and the voice was very low. Hoffa narrowed his eyes and turned his head little by little.

Little Barty didn't hear the sound at all. He saw Hoffa looking behind him, so he asked curiously: "What's the matter, Barty..."

A finger was placed on his lips, blocking his room to speak: "Follow me, don't talk." Hoffa whispered.

The two walked quietly towards the place where the sound came from. Several people in the dense forest were speechless after finishing the first few words. There was only the sound of some stones rubbing on the ground.

Click, click, click...

Passing through the shadows of the dense forest, deep in the shadows, Hoffa saw a paradoxical scene. In the gloomy and humid soil, three men wearing birdcage helmets were kneeling in the darkness deep in the Forbidden Forest, naked and naked.

As they spoke, each of them held a sharp knife in their hands, and under their bodies was a row of stones arranged in a circular pattern.

Lightning flashed, and they all raised their sharp knives together and slowly stabbed into the chest, drawing a circle, a triangle, and a vertical bar on the chest.

Blood gushed out from their pale bodies, but there was not much pain on their faces, but a strong sense of relief.

Blood mixed with rainwater flowed into the circular formation on the ground, and spread silently, raising layers of blood mist in the air. The red mist was as thick as a flame, burning silently on their bodies.

The biting cold wind blew from an unknown place, causing countless frosts to condense on the surface of the surrounding leaves and shrubs at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hoffa's expression changed again and again. This was some kind of ritual, similar to the blood symbol that the old gamekeeper Joey drew on his hand to open Helheim, but it was different.

What are these people calling for?

Seeing the three of them withering away at a speed visible to the naked eye, little Barty stepped back in panic.

Hoffa pressed his head, and the hat on his head quickly transformed into a birdcage that was exactly the same as the sacrificial trio. Then he quickly walked out of the hiding place and walked towards the sacrificial trio.

The three people bathed in red flames all looked shocked when they saw Hoffa.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Didn't the master say that the plan has been postponed?" Hoffa spoke in fluent German. He didn't know what these three people were doing. He only knew that they were Grindelwald's men.

"The master only arranged for the three of us to open the door, what are you doing here?" A shriveled man said weakly in the burning red blood mist.

"Open the door, what door do you open?"

Hoffa stepped forward and asked, "Where is the master now?"

"Master... wait, why can't I detect your thoughts?" In the circle, one of the men pointed at the iron cage on Hoffa's head with vigilance.

Hoffa: "What?"

"He is not one of ours."

One of them stood up suddenly, released his palm, and screamed in the red flames: "Change the coordinates, don't let the master come over!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the three of them climbed out of the circle and ran away in three directions.

Hoffa rushed towards the three guys who were on fire, but before they could run far, the bloody flames engulfed the three bodies. They burned up like paper figures, and their bodies gradually turned into mud in the rain.

Material flows slowly along the water flow.

When Hoffa came to them, he could only see a few burnt black bones on the ground.

"This is...?"

Hoffa picked up a skull.

The extremely cold skull shattered into pieces in his hands, as crisp as biscuits. It was exactly the same as the bones he captured from Mad-Eye Moody.

snap...

Something fell from the sky and landed on his face.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch it. It was a cold, squirming thing. He took it out and took a closer look. It turned out to be a reddish-brown worm, one finger long, twisting in his hand.

"Mr. Bach!" Little Barty's frightened voice came from behind.

He turned around and saw little Barty hiding in the distance with his trembling finger pointing at his head.

Hoffa looked up and saw that a gap had opened in the thunderclouds. It was as if a triangular eye had opened in the dark night sky. It tore a gap in the space, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped!

A super strong cold wind blew out from the eye-shaped crack and blew across the ground, causing the surrounding trees to crackle with ice, as if it was going to blow people to death.

Then, snap, snap, snap... countless maggots fell from the cracks in the eyes above the head like rain.

The cold wind hit little Barty. He let out a scream, covered his head and fell to his knees, rolling around crazily on the ground.

The maggots falling from the sky soon drowned his screams.

Hoffa was shocked. He rushed to Barty's side and fished him out of the worm pile.

I saw that little Barty's face was as pale as paper, his body was shaking crazily, and he was shouting meaningless and incomprehensible words. He looked like Dumbledore who had drank a poisonous potion in a cave and was in pain.

"Why...Father...Father...Why...Why?" He roared crazily with a distorted expression.

"Little Barty!? Barty, Crouch!?"

Hoffa grabbed little Barty's head and tried to wake him up. He struggled with great strength. While struggling, he foamed at the mouth and made a snoring sound, "Huh...huh...sparkle...

Twinkle…Twinkle…Twinkle…where are you?”

"How are you, little Barty, can you hear me?"

Hoffa patted his cheek anxiously.

Little Barty shook his head in confusion and spat at him.

At the same time, the maggots that fell from the sky slowly piled up. At first, they had no rules at all, but gradually, they piled up into the shape of two people, one pile of worms hugging another.

insect.

"Damn!!"
To be continued...