Hoffa no longer wanted to care about how old Barty broke free from his hand, how he rushed down the snow, and how he was knocked down by the old man standing in the shadow.

Barty and his son could not escape the trap of fate. Although the way of death this time was different from any other one he had seen in the hell cinema in Helheim, it also made him feel a strong sense of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Everything happens by chance, but the result is inevitable.

Hoffa thought of what Aglaia told him in the underworld, looked at Nico Flamel in the distance, and slowly walked down the hillside.

In the white frozen snow of the mountain stream, little Barty fell on the snow in a large shape. His blood slowly spread like dye along the hard snow, steaming up. However, the heat was quickly wiped out by the mountain stream.

The cold wind blows away and no longer exists.

Beside him, old Batty was kneeling next to a cedar tree, with his head on the trunk of the tree, staring straight at his son who fell on the snow. A big hole was blown out of his chest by the magic spell, and there was little air intake at this moment.

Take out a lot of anger.

Looking at Barty and his son lying on the snow, Hoffa closed his eyes helplessly.

"Why?" he asked Nico Flamel.

"Why why."

Nico Flamel looked at him coldly: "Why did you bring people from the Ministry of Magic? We agreed to send Harry Potter by then. Why didn't you come as planned?"

"The plan won't work, Flamel."

Hoffa took a deep breath and spit out a cloud of water mist in the cold night: "I can no longer perform that mission."

"Is the plan not working, or do you have other plans?" Nico Flamel asked sharply. He held up a simple necklace and asked, "Have you forgotten what we said at the beginning?"

"I haven't forgotten..."

Hoffa whispered. He walked to Little Barty and closed his eyes. His palms were trembling slightly. He felt as if he had fallen into a swamp. The more he struggled, the faster he sank.

Quicker: "Chloe won't let you do this."

"It has nothing to do with Chloe. Resurrecting her is just my personal plan. I will do it with or without you. Our goal is resurrection. Do you understand resurrection?"

"I see."

"You know shit."

Nico Flamel winked at Peter Pettigrew, who was standing nearby rubbing his hands and laughing: "Go and bury those two people, and bury them as far away as possible."

"receive."

After receiving the order, Peter Pettigrew immediately ran to the body of Barty Jr., dragged him away with a huff, and then ran back, dragging Old Barty's body on the snow.

Drag it down far away.

Then, he turned his wand into a shovel and shoveled it on the snow. After a while, he dug out two small pits on the ground for burying people.

Seeing Peter Pettigrew running to dig a hole in the distance, Nicolas Flamel walked up to Hoffa and said heartbrokenly: "What are you thinking about, stupid boy, even if you want to resurrect Fati?"

My daughter, without Chloe’s power, you wouldn’t be able to go back fifty years ago.”

Hoffa: "Why do I have to go back fifty years ago?"

Nico Flamel: "Only by going back fifty years ago and resurrecting Fatir's daughter fifty years ago can you live with her."

"Why?"

Hoffa came back to his senses and was confused: "I can't resurrect her in this time and space?"

"If you resurrect her in this time and space, she is already considered a newborn in this era. If you go back, the time flare will still tear her apart. I think you know this better than anyone else."

Time Flare...

Hoffa's face suddenly turned pale. He took two steps back and leaned against the train platform.

Looking at his lost look, Nico Flamel shook his head. He stepped forward and patted Hoffa on the shoulder, saying: "Now, go back and bring that damn Harry Potter over, and then I will use the resurrection spell."

Get it and make a copy of it, and the rest is up to you."

For a moment, Hoffa almost wanted to agree to Flamel, but then he thought of the terrible six thousand cycles and the hopeless fate, and he couldn't help but said immediately: "No, no."

"no?"

Nico Flamel looked at Hoffa like a monster.

"What on earth are you so crazy about? What will happen if you resurrect Voldemort? At worst, you will be able to resurrect the resurrection..."

He secretly made a gesture of touching his neck, "As for bringing people from the Ministry of Magic here to make him unhappy, you don't really believe those people from the Ministry of Magic."

"Things are not what you think!"

Hoffa was extremely helpless. He knew the truth about the infinite loop, but Nicolas Flamel did not. But he didn’t know how to explain it to Nicolas Flamel. He could only say: "No, Flamel, I will never

Don't give Harry Potter to Voldemort."

"What about the resurrection spell?"

Nicoléme smiled, "Without it, we would accomplish nothing."

Hoffa couldn't answer for a while. One side was a dead end leading to an infinite loop, and a high wall was erected on the other side. It was a dead end.

However, after a moment of weighing, he made a choice. He would definitely not be able to perform that task again. There was nothing more terrifying than repeating the cycle.

So he took a step back and shook his head.

"Oh, I see."

Looking at Hoffa's appearance, Nicolas Flamel showed an expression of realization, "Don't you want to go back fifty years ago, are you afraid that I will resurrect Chloe and then forcibly send you back?"

"Do you want to go back?" Hoffa couldn't help asking: "To that era of war? To that era of life and death?"

"I won't do that." Nico Flamel shook his head, "If you really don't want to give Harry Potter away, just forget it."

After saying that, he politely extended his hand and said gently: "Nice to meet you, Bach."

Hoffa subconsciously reached out his hand and shook hands with Nico Flamel.

Nicoléme held Hoffa's hand, put it close to his body, and pressed it against his ear: "You know, in fact, I have always admired your transformation skills."

Suddenly, Hoffa felt a slight sting in his waist, and Hoffa secretly exclaimed something bad. He pushed Nico Flamel away suddenly, and when he looked down, he saw a syringe firmly inserted into his waist, with some transparent residue remaining in the syringe.

of drugs.

Hoffa was shocked, septicaemic potion!

He suddenly pulled out the potion and looked up to see Nico Flamel staring at him with cold eyes. The gentleness he had just shown disappeared without a trace like an illusion.

"What are you thinking, old man!?"

"This tube will last you until next week. I hope your transformation skills are perfect enough." He said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a giant purple snake sprang out from the shadow of the forest, opening its mouth to spray blood at Hoffa. His strength was eroded by the septicaemic agent, and he retreated continuously. The moonlight no longer blessed him.

As a result, he was bitten in the neck by the giant purple snake.

Then, the big snake twisted like a spring and wrapped Hoffa in its body in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa grabbed the snake's neck, and his fingers transformed into hooks. He tore the neck of the big snake around him and cursed angrily: "Damn it, Flamel! Are you going to sell me out now?"

"Sorry, I can't help it."

Nicoléme was unmoved: "I gave you a chance, but you went back on your word, so I really can't cooperate with you."

"I...!"

The cold scales of the big snake squirmed, tightening tighter and tighter, gradually squeezing him out of breath. Not only that, it also expanded its bones and stuck to Hoffa's head, trying to swallow him into its belly.

Just as Hoffa and the big snake were in a stalemate, another strong gust of wind came from behind, and the head of a gleaming shovel hit him directly on his shoulder, creating a deep wound that could be seen in the bone.

Hoffa was in pain, and ignored the loss of magic power. His arms turned into thunderbird wings, and he threw the purple snake out and smashed it against the tree. Then he kicked away Peter Pettigrew who sneaked up on him from behind. He covered his head with his hands.

His shoulder, which was bleeding constantly, kept retreating, glaring at Nico Flamel.

Nico Flamel shook his robe and took out his wand: "Don't worry, I won't kill you until you pass out."

A red stun spell was shot at Hoffa, and he disappeared.

Crack!

Accompanied by a soft sound.

He apparated to a place a hundred meters away.

Nico Flamel also disapparated and disappeared. The moment he appeared, he met Hoffa face to face. He grabbed his wrist with his hand, and his skinny palm held Hoffa like an iron hook: "Multiple restraints."

He recited the incantation again. This incantation was very ancient and rhythmic. Along with the incantation, Hoffa's whole body was tightly bound by completely invisible ropes, and his whole body was twisted into a weird posture and stood on the snow.

He stared hard at Flamel. This old man was becoming one of the ropes that bound his fate. As long as he was brought back to Voldemort, what awaited him would definitely be the plot in the original work.

Those things were exactly what he wanted to do in the first place, and they had proven to be completely unable to save Aglaia, unable to save Chloe, unable to save himself, unable to save anyone.

"Let me go! Old man," he said.

"No way, you will destroy the planned plan."

"Then there's no difference between you and killing me." Hoffa said sadly. He was completely unable to break free from the invisible rope. Unable to break the curse, he began to miss Miller.

"Sorry." Nico Flamel said without much apology: "Wormtail."

Pettigrew dragged his shovel and ran over the snow, his bald forehead steaming with sweat: "Please tell me, Mr. Flamel."
To be continued...