"Open the door!"

...

After shouting and shouting, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed his head and sat down.

This was the first time Hoffa had experienced this kind of suffocation. This feeling was simply indescribable. There was only one door between them, but it was longer than the distance between life and death. This made him feel deeply powerless.

He wanted to shout some idiotic declaration that if you don't come out to see me, I will die here, but then he thought that he seemed to be dead, which made him feel sad again.

What exactly was Aglaia thinking about? Was it because it had been too long for fifty years and she had completely forgotten it? But even if she had forgotten herself, she shouldn't be so cold-hearted.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and there was nothing he could do about it. In the past, he had more or less heard the saying that a woman's heart is like a needle on the seabed, but he always scoffed at it, or didn't care at all. Because he didn't care about the women passing by.

, what they are thinking and doing has nothing to do with them.

But when he really cared about it, he realized that this was really a kind of suffering. If the person he loved deeply didn't love him, then no matter what he did, it would be useless, and no matter what he said, it would be redundant.

The only way is to disappear.

This cruel reality was almost difficult for him to accept.

Clang clang clang!

Something sounded the gongs and drums.

A short metal armor emerged from the stone tower high on the pancreatic island.

"Hey, if you need a body, come get it from here."

Accompanied by the sound of voices, on the high tower.

A huge stone trough poured down.

A body of white flesh fell to the ground from a tall stone tower, covered with mucus. There were men and women among them. They were piled on the ground, their limbs bent unconsciously, like a pile of stacked bodies.

Doll.

Subsequently, countless ghosts gathered from all directions. They were all dressed in the same clothes, and they took possession of the naked clothes.

The flesh stood up from the ground. They looked at each other's new bodies and said with a smile:

"There are new toys, I have been waiting for a long time..."

"How do you want to die?"

"How about you let me behead you this time?"

"Wouldn't that be too fast? It would be too long to die and it would take a long time. How about cutting off the limbs first?"

"You didn't say that when you cut me in half last time."

"Must be beheaded?"

"Then let me fuck you first before beheading you. You are in good health this time."

"You line up, there are fifty people ahead of you."

"Then what should you do if you get screwed?"

"Then next time."

...

...

Hoffa had no intention of caring about what those ghosts in the underworld were saying or doing. He sat dumbfounded on the ground covered with worms, letting extreme confusion overwhelm him.

He had imagined for tens of thousands of times what he would say to Aglaia if he saw her again, but he never expected that when he actually saw her, he would find that everything had changed.

She is no longer the proud and willful Ravenclaw girl she knew well. She has become extremely cold and weird, as if there are layers of invisible hard shells surrounding her, making it impossible to see her true appearance and distinguish her.

True identity.

After sitting on the ground for an unknown amount of time, another transparent ghost floated over from a distance and landed next to Hoffa. It was Barty Jr.

"Mr. Bach, what's wrong with you? You look desperate."

Little Barty asked very uneasily.

Hoffa was immersed in pessimism and had no idea who was coming. It wasn't until the ghost called Mr. Bach several times in his ear that he came back to his senses and looked at the ghost beside him.

"Little Barty..." he said in a daze: "Did she give you your previous body?"

"Yes, as soon as I was brought into Helheim by the gust of wind, I met the witch. It was she who brought me to this place."

"Did she say anything to you?"

"I didn't say anything. I saw her as soon as I landed. Only when she gave me her body did she tell me that if I wanted to leave here, go to the entrance and wait for you, saying that you would take me back."

"Did she tell you this in person?"

"yes."

"Did you say anything else?"

"No, not a single word more."

After a pause, little Barty asked uneasily.

"You know her?"

Hoffa didn't answer. In despair, he saw some hope.

"Don't talk about it yet, can we still go back, Mr. Bach?" Little Barty stared at him, looking extremely worried.

"Going back to where?" Hoffa asked blankly.

"Back to the real world..." Little Barty said anxiously: "Here... there is nothing here. No food, no taste, no touch, no smell, nothing. I feel like I am going crazy.

.”

Hoffa gradually recovered from the uneasiness of being left out. How to go back? He didn't know. Miller asked him to go back as soon as the time was up, but he was afraid that he was already trapped in Helheim.

For a long time, he didn't know what it was like outside. Has the Triwizard Tournament begun? To what extent has Grindelwald's plan been implemented?

Gradually, Hoffa calmed down. He walked around on the ground with his hands behind his back, frowning and thinking. Aglaia accurately found Barty Jr. and asked Barty Little to come to him, which showed that she had not forgotten him at all.

And the only thing she said to herself was to keep it, I didn't want to hear it.

If you really don't remember, you will definitely ask who you are, but she didn't ask, which means that not only did she remember herself, but she might even know some very important information, but she didn't say it for some reason.

After wandering around for a long time, he stopped and felt that he shouldn't give up just like that. He had already made it this far and there was no turning back if he gave up again.

At this time, he suddenly thought of the big black man named Avada whom he met at the beginning. He had said that in the underworld, he could get anything, as long as he was willing to play a game with the God of Death.

"No, no, I have to find Avada..."

Hoffa frowned and said to himself, "The God of Death must have done something to her. I want to get the answer to the question..."

Hearing him talking to himself, little Barty was startled and quickly got up and grabbed him, "Ah! You can't go find that guy!"

"Why?" Hoffa was puzzled.

Little Barty looked very nervous. He looked around nervously and whispered: "In the past few days I have been here, the most common thing I have heard from the ghosts is that in Helheim, you can do anything.

The only thing that is not allowed is to have a relationship with Avada. Anyone who has anything to do with him will end up very miserable."

"How miserable?"

"I...I just heard that as long as you don't get within ten meters of that guy, you can do anything in Helheim."

"You can do anything, what's there to do here? No food, no smell, no body, no senses, nothing but bugs."

With that said, Hoffa stood up and was about to leave.

"No!" Little Barty became anxious. He stood up excitedly: "That's just a woman. What are you thinking about, Master! Why are you so distracted after seeing her? Although she is very beautiful, but

Maybe it’s a woman who’s been dead for who knows how many years. As long as we find a way to return to the real world, what kind of woman isn’t there!?”

silence.

Hoffa slowly narrowed his eyes, turned his head sinisterly, and stared at Barty until he looked back and laughed.

"What did you call me just now?" he asked with an evil look in his eyes.

Little Barty touched his head nonchalantly, leaned on the protruding rock, and stammered: "No...I'm sorry, Mr. Bach, I...I...I couldn't control it for a moment."

"Can't control it?"

Hoffa sneered to himself: "I said, it has nothing to do with you, don't always follow me. I am not Voldemort, and you are not my servant."

After saying that, he pushed little Barty away and walked straight to the elevator of the Pancreatic Island.

"Hey, Lord... Bah, bah, bah, bah, Mr. Bach, wait for me!" Little Barty hurriedly caught up again, "Think again!"

"Go away," Hoffa was very irritated and kept walking.

Squeak!

But this time.

The sound of the iron door behind him made him stop abruptly.

He turned his head as fast as lightning, and the iron door closed by the metal armor was pushed open again at this moment. The silver-haired ghost girl stood in front of the corridor. She still looked normal and lifeless. Behind her, there was
To be continued...