The surrounding air solidified in an instant, wrapping him tightly, and then pushed him forward. Time and movement became extremely slow. He watched in horror as the man hit his chest directly. Nothing could

Slow down the force of the impact. His ribs made a squeaking sound, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer.

He groaned, but the man who suppressed him didn't allow him to dodge at all, and pushed him forward with all his strength. He hit the maze tree wall, and the branches pierced his skin. His body seemed to be torn apart, and pain pierced through it.

His whole body made him feel as if he had crashed into a meat grinder.

After a few seconds, the two men walked through the hedge.

Hoffa touched the wound on his chest with trembling fingers. When he raised his fingertips and saw the dripping blood on them, his golden eyes were filled with an expression of disbelief.

"Miller...?"

Hoffa, who passed through the dense vines and branches and got stuck on the wall of the maze, looked at the man weighing heavily on him and screamed in surprise.

Although he has the same appearance as Alastor Moody, his menacing momentum and flying skills are definitely not what Alastor Moody can possess. There is no doubt that he was the one who protected himself before.

Miller leaving.

However, at this moment, his one eye was almost completely covered by the white of his eye, his pupil shrunk to a small dot, and the circles around his eyes were all burnt black, making him look very cruel.

"Miller, what did Grindelwald do to you?"

Seeing him like this, Hoffa was extremely anxious.

The man in front of him did not answer. He lifted Hoffa up without any explanation, and wrapped his arms around a ball of flame. The flames burned through Hoffa's body in the blink of an eye, and the high temperature engulfed him.

Seeing his former friend looking like he was about to eat someone, Hoffa didn't dare to worry about it, and immediately entered the ghost walk, and he disappeared from Miller's hands.

Miller took advantage of the opportunity and withdrew the blazing flames, turning it into a firebird that kept flying around his arm. And his other arm turned into dozens of ice shards that kept flying around his arm.

.

He counted vigilantly and coldly: "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Ten seconds pass.

Hoffa left Ghost Walk, stood looking at Miller from a distance, and shouted: "Wake up, it's me, you see clearly, I am your good friend!"

"You don't have any good friends." Miller's voice was cold and biting.

Can talk...

Hoffa crossed his arms and his heart sank. Miller was originally a part of Grindelwald's spirit. He had just been in Miranda's body for so many years and had changed a lot. But no one knew what happened after he met Grindelwald.

What, if he turns black again and wants to kill himself, with his current ability, he is definitely no match for him.

"You abandoned your former friends with your own hands."

Miller pointed with one hand.

The ice flakes in his hand turned into a huge blizzard in an instant. The blizzard swept over Hoffa, making him almost unsteady. The ice edges turned into a meat grinder, almost tearing him apart. The blood mist turned the white blizzard red.

.

In the snowstorm, Hoffa clasped his palms together.

boom!!

The stones on the ground rose high, forming stone cages one after another, which bound Miller. Then, Hoffa made his fists with both hands, the stones turned into steel, and Miller was wrapped in a completely solid steel cube.

However, in less than two seconds, the steel cube turned blazing yellow.

Bang!!

The cube was completely burned into molten iron. Miller stepped out of the molten iron and stretched out another hand. Blizzard turned into an ice giant behind Hoffa and caught him.

"Do you want to use the same method you used to restrain my sister to trap me? Bach, this old trick won't work after fifty years."

After saying that, blue flames burned on the ice giant's body, and the flames burned directly into Hoffa's bone marrow, almost burning him to death.

"Miranda!?"

Hoffa, who was wrapped in flames, suddenly looked behind Miller with an ecstatic expression, "Why are you here?"

Miller, who had a fierce expression on his face, was stunned and couldn't help but look back.

In the moment of distraction, Hoffa kicked off the ice giant's fingers with both feet, broke away from its control, and quickly distanced himself from Miller. Ghost Walk disappeared from his sight.

Miller, who realized that he had been deceived, turned around and raised his hand to snap his fingers. The ice giant and firebird disappeared at the same time, and a thick gray mist spread around him.

Hoffa ran quickly, trying to distance himself from the fog. He did not dare to touch the fog. Years of magic experience told him that it was definitely Miller's detection magic. As long as he touched the fog, he would definitely feel like falling into

Miller senses his position like a flying insect in a spider web.

However, he was not very fast after being watched by the sepsis potion, and the path in this maze was very weird. Sometimes he would still run forward, but if he turned a few more turns, he would run backward.

While the huge maze confused Miller's direction, it also confused his own direction. Soon, the surging gray fog behind him followed him.

Ten minutes later, he was getting closer and closer to the fog controlled by Miller.

He was about to be touched by it before he saw it, and the situation became increasingly critical.

Sudden.

Something suddenly stretched out from the hedges of the maze and grabbed his arm, making him unable to move. He looked down and saw that what was grabbing his arm turned out to be a huge lion's claw growing out of the wall of the maze.

What?

Hoffa didn't wonder for a second.

Bah!

The sharp claws pulled him, pulling him heavily towards the hedge, and then the plants that formed the maze spread out to both sides, and he was completely dragged into the maze.

Just as he was dragged into the tree, a thick fog swept over the place where he was standing.

Dense and sharp branches, leaves and vines scratched across his face, and he had to close his eyes tightly to prevent being blinded by something.

Bah!

Entering as quickly as he came out, he passed through the hedges of the maze.

Bah bah bah!

Hoffa spit out the leaves and finger sticks stuck in his mouth. After making sure that there were no branches that might poke his eyes out, he opened his eyes.

He actually appeared in an open space in the maze. This open space was circular in shape, different from the square maze outside. The moonlight shone from the sky, making this place look quite open.

What's even more strange is that there is a strange-looking creature sitting in the middle of this circular open space.

Its body is like a frighteningly large lion, but it has the head of a woman, with a high nose and long almond-shaped eyes. From a human aesthetic point of view, she is an exotic beauty.

But it's only limited to the upper body.

Its lower body is completely like a lion, but its lower body also has huge paws. The sharp lion claws on the paws sparkle in the moonlight, making it intimidating. It has a long yellow tail with a tuft of hair on the tip of the tail that is constantly swaying.

It turned out to be a sphinx.

Hoffa recognized this creature. In the original book, Harry also met it and was asked a riddle by this guy. However, he did not expect that he would be saved by a sphinx. What it wanted to do was to make him

Do you guess the riddles yourself?

"Oh hi, how are you."

The Sphinx lay on the ground, like a resting lioness, and asked in a strange, ethereal voice: "How do you feel?"

"It hurts a bit..."

Hoffa muttered and patted the branches on his arms: "Where is this?"

"Of course it's in the maze." Sphinx replied, and it shrugged: "You know what you're asking."

"Who let you in?"

Hoffa couldn't help but ask it. The appearance of this creature was so strange.

"Who let me in?"

Sphinx asked rhetorically.

"Yes, is it Grindelwald? Or another wizard?"

"Oh ~ you mean my master?"

The Sphinx shook her head: "There are many monsters in the maze, man-made, natural, foreign, and native, but I am not the only one. I am free."

"You're not?"

Hoffa looked at the Sphinx. Indeed, it looked very relaxed and content.

"Of course not. I am a monster in the maze. My relationship with the maze is like a pond and a fish. As long as there is a maze, I will be there. It doesn't matter whether it is a man-made maze or a natural maze. I like mazes.

, where I can find the value of existence.”

The Sphinx said: "But of course, ordinary people have no chance to meet me, they are too stupid, and meeting them will reduce my wisdom.

But occasionally, one or two smart guys will come in. At that time, I will chat with the people who enter the maze and ask them some questions. If the person's answer does not satisfy me, I will eat them."

After saying that, there was another rustling sound on the maze wall made of vegetation nearby, and another person broke in. He was tall, wearing a hairy brown cloak, with a hooked nose, sinister eyes, and his hands hanging down above his knees.

It's Viktor Krum.

Another participant in the Triwizard Tournament.
To be continued...