At Hogwarts, the drunken Miller controlled Alastor. Moody's body kept twisting on the dance floor. He moonwalked, teasing everyone he met. In the constant playing of music,

He was completely unaware that someone was calling in his ear.

"Professor Moody, did someone kiss you on the forehead?"

As he passed by, a dancing girl smiled and joked with him.

"That must be something you did secretly."

Miller didn't hesitate to retort.

"Professor Moody, the decoration on your forehead is very beautiful."

"Yours isn't bad either."

"Professor Moody, it's a very bright red color that matches your clothes very well."

"Professor Moody..."

"Professor Moody..."

In Hogwarts Castle, Miller gradually felt that something was wrong. Finally, he stopped reveling alone and stretched his palms to his forehead. Through the shining wine glass in front of him, he saw a fiery red mark burning on his forehead. That was

The puppet rune he left for Hoffa.

After the crowd calmed down, the calls in his ears gradually became clearer. He heard someone shouting from a very distant place: "Miller, what the hell are you doing?"

After being stunned for a few seconds, he couldn't help but run away. He separated the crowd with both hands and left the crowded auditorium in the blink of an eye. As he ran, he cursed angrily: "Why don't you contact me all the time!"

In the Eternal Arena, the stormy attack is about to fall on Hoffa's head. The wings of the Son of Night cover the sky, almost preventing him from seeing any light.

At this time, Hoffa found himself still moonwalking uncontrollably, unable to even get up and dodge. At this moment, his heart collapsed.

But just when the sharp claws of the Son of the Night God were about to disembowel him, he finally stopped dancing and started running wildly on the sand.

boom!!

As the sand exploded behind him, Hoffa's heart dropped to the ground. He was really angry at Miller for what he had just done. However, Miller finally responded and things took a turn for the better.

"You're still scolding me? You said you only have one hour, don't I have to wait until the critical moment to use you!" Hoffa defended loudly in the arena of the underworld, "What were you doing just now?"

"What do you care what I'm doing?"

Miller from Hogwarts stumbled into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office with tears in his eyes.

"Are you messing around? I'll tell your sister when I go back!"

Hoffa in the underworld was rolling and crawling, avoiding the bloodthirsty and violent attacks of the Son of Night God, while threatening Miller.

"Come on, do you know how long it has been outside? And tell my sister, where are you now!!?"

"I was in Helheim, how long ago?"

"It's been three months. You've been missing for three full months. If you don't come back, your body will be buried. Do you understand?"

Three months...

Hoffa was stunned when he heard the angry voice in his ears. He even forgot about the pursuit of the Son of Night God behind him.

He felt that he had not even spent three days in Helheim, and it was hard to say whether he had even spent three hours. Three months had passed in the real world.

boom!!

Another earth-shaking blow, the ground trembled like an eight-magnitude earthquake, and countless red gravel fell from the sky. The Son of the Night God, who failed to succeed in the blow, jumped up from the ground again and flew for nearly a hundred meters.

meters high, and then quickly fell down like a meteor, hitting Hoffa in the air and trying to flatten him with his body.

But just as it was flying in mid-air, Hoffa on the ground suddenly raised his right hand, and an invisible barrier appeared in the mid-air of the arena, stopping the Son of Night. The barrier was shining with cyan

The luster completely isolates the sandy land with a radius of ten meters.

In the sky, the five-member Avada group who were playing pop music just now threw away the instruments in their hands. In an instant, they were transformed from five people into one person. He raised the topic again, and his expressions instantly switched from enthusiastic to shocked:

"Look, things have taken a turn for the better? Oh my god, is that a barrier spell? When did this guy know how to use such a profound spell? This is not his style!"

The ghosts who were still smashing rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves suddenly became interested, put away the garbage in their hands, and straightened their backs.

"You still blame me?"

Hoffa raised his right hand and opened a mouth, which was Miller's mouth. He said angrily: "Do you know how I have lived these past few months? I have to pretend for you and take care of your vegetative state.

My body, what do you think I am, your servant...?"

"Don't talk about anything else. I'll make an argument for you when I get back!" Hoffa said helplessly: "First help me kill this monster in front of me."

"cut!"

An eye appeared on Hoffa's forehead, and Miller was startled: "What is that?"

"That is my body recreated by the God of Death. It can imitate my abilities!"

"roar!!"

The Son of the Night God, who was blocked in mid-air by the barrier, let out a thundering roar, his muscles turned into steel, and the seemingly unbreakable barrier was torn apart like paper.

Its body quickly became smaller, and it squeezed in through the gap in the barrier, waving its arms to strike.

"Transformation!"

Miller snapped his fingers.

The space within the barrier was distorted, and the swiping monster in front of him suddenly disappeared, disappearing like a bubble that had been popped.

The next second, it appeared at the top of the auditorium and fell straight down.

"Space Curse!!" Avada exclaimed in the balloon: "Only a wizard who understands the curse to the extreme can do it. It seems that Mr. Hoffa Bach is not fighting alone. At this moment, he is not

A person! Not a person!!

But, who cares, as long as you can win, it doesn’t matter what method you use. This is not the Olympics, haha, it doesn’t matter if the audience dies, hahahaha~”

As he spoke, he touched his bare head and said, "Hey, my audience seems to be dead indeed."

Under the balloon, the Son of Night, who transformed into a huge monster, fell into the auditorium and wreaked havoc in the auditorium. It could not destroy the ghosts, but it destroyed half of the arena with three strikes. The ghosts

Screams flew in the sky, gravel was scattered everywhere, and the arena fell into extreme chaos.

"Let's go, why are you still standing there?"

Miller reminded Hoffa: "Is there a way to come back? If so, do it quickly. The puppet rune will not last long."

"I have to win this thing before I can go back, please help me!"

Hoffa said to his right hand.

"Damn it, what on earth did you do in the underworld?"

Miller cursed and raised his hand again, "The flames are raging!"

A ring of fire appeared at his fingertips and flew forward. In the blink of an eye, the entire arena's stands and sand were covered in flames, which were all red as far as the eye could see.

The ghosts were dancing in the fire, waving their arms and cheering for this hellish scene.

In the flames, the Son of the Night God let out a wailing cry. It tore its own body, tearing itself into a human shape. But soon, under the licking of the flames, its body glowed with a silver-white metallic luster, and it carried it with its body.

With flames burning, he strode towards Miller and Hoffa.

"Extreme freezing!"

Miller cast the spell again, and the blazing flames disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The forest-blue air-conditioning swept through the entire arena like a violent wind.

The temperature dropped so rapidly that countless cracks appeared on the metal body of the Son of the Night God. It was frozen in place and several toes and fingers were broken off in succession.

Click, click, click!

It wanted to move again, but more cold air blew on him, and frost quickly covered his body until it was frozen into an ice sculpture more than ten meters high.

"hurry up!"

Miller shouted.

Hoffa understood. He put his hand in the sand, and the quicksand quickly deformed, eventually turning into a huge hammer three people long. He swung the hammer with difficulty and smashed it horizontally against the statue.

The hammer hit the ice sculpture, and the frozen Son of the Night God broke into pieces like glass and fell to the ground.

The whole place was silent.

In less than a minute, the entire arena was destroyed in a mess. Piles of rubble piled up on the ground. Broken arms and glacial ice edges were everywhere. Tens of thousands of ghosts were floating in the air, hovering.

, unwilling to leave.

Avada didn't speak for a while. He stretched his neck and looked at the arena. He seemed to be shocked by Hoffa's spell ability.

"Phew... finally hung up, damn it!"

Looking at the shattered Son of Night God, Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't even know that his body in the real world had such potential, but he believed that this was the result of the God of Death deliberately amplifying his ability. Otherwise, he would definitely lose face if he allowed himself to easily pass the level. Hoffa thought bitterly.

He raised his head and looked at Avada, indicating that he could arrange the last opponent.

Avada, who was standing on the clown balloon high up, stood up and said in a regretful tone: "

"Have you got it under control? It seems that this beast finally succumbed to the power of his master. It's nothing more than that. The power of the night god... Tsk, tsk, tsk, I can only count down."
To be continued...