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"I know."

In the sky, Hoffa swooped down, his speed getting faster and faster, and his sharp eyes seemed to cut the world into pieces.

"Stop him!!"

Seeing Hoffa swooping down from a high place, Voldemort shouted in a sharp voice on the grass.

Boom!

Hoffa, who was half human and half bird, ran head-on into an invisible wall. He was shaken and confused.

With his feathers falling in pieces, he fell from mid-air to the ground, and Nicoléme hit him, crushing him half to death.

Fortunately, Nicoléme was not seriously injured. After he fell to the ground, he quickly grabbed Hoffa's arm and pulled him up from the ground.

The wings disappeared from his back, and Hoffa got up from the ground. He saw a man slowly walking out of the maze with his arms raised and holding a shield, blocking Hoffa and Nicolas Flamel in front of Voldemort and Wormtail.

It was Miller, whom he had dumped before, who was already at his destination, waiting for him.

Damn it!

Hoffa jumped in anger. If Miller could help him at this time, his success rate could increase by at least 40%. But misfortunes never come singly, and Miller was controlled by Grindelwald.

Miller raised his hand to remove the barrier and waved his wand.

Burning rockets shot towards the two of them like raindrops, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.

"Tariko-skitta."

Hoffa propped up the shield and knelt on one knee at the same time, letting the stone slabs rise from the ground and cover the shield spell he summoned, forming a second layer of protection.

Whoosh whoosh!

The rockets hit the stone shields and exploded one after another. The stone shields hit by the rockets quickly turned into magma and flowed down from the shield spell with an astonishing momentum.

In the high temperature, Miller's figure was distorted and blurred by the air. He walked towards Hoffa step by step, and the pressure in the air gradually increased.

"What to do, Flamel!?"

Under the shield, Hoffa asked: "Is there anything you can do?"

"He was mentally controlled by Grindelwald. That guy is the best at this. It's useless to fight him. You have to defeat Grindelwald."

Nicoléme said anxiously: "Beat him, and the mental control will naturally be released."

"Depend on!"

Defeating Grindelwald, Hoffa gritted his teeth. It was not easy. They had met before during the Quidditch World Cup. At that time, he did not have a good way to defeat Grindelwald. Now the opponent has another Miller, and the chance of winning is

Lower.

"No, let's split up and help me hold him down.

Hoffa quickly made up his mind, "I'm going to deal with Voldemort."

"Are you going to leave my old bones to this guy?"

Nicoléme complained endlessly, "I am old and cannot be his opponent."

"That's what you said when you trapped me."

After saying that, Hoffa did not give him a chance to refute, and no longer confronted Miller. He bypassed him and ran towards Voldemort who was hiding behind Miller. Of course, as soon as he moved, Miller immediately followed him and started to move.

.

"You brat, Nico Flamel sighed and moved his skinny shoulders, "Since this has to be the case, then we have to move."

He took out a strange-looking flute from his pocket, put the flute in his mouth and blew it. Along with the strange notes, a thick purple smoke poured out of the flute.

The notes flowed and the smoke turned into a steel giant. He turned his ears and listened to the music with an expression of appreciation.

Then, the note turned, becoming fierce and high-spirited, and the steel giant also became restless with the music. It turned its head, looked around, searching for opponents, and immediately locked on Miller who was intercepting Hoffa. He jumped heavily from the ground.

He stood up, jumped up, and pressed Miller underneath him.

The violent collision caused the ground to shake three times, and Miller's entire body was smashed into the soil. Then the Iron Giant grabbed his arm and held him down.

"call!"

Seeing that Miller was suppressed, Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and then yelled: "You still say you can't do it!"

"It's just a fluke, stupid boy."

Nico Flamel removed the flute from his mouth and said angrily, "Don't say I didn't help you, go and deal with Voldemort quickly."

After speaking, he did not dare to relax and continued to play the flute.

Miller, who was suppressed by the Iron Giant, also summoned a group of knife-wielding skeletons, trying to kill Nicolés Flamel who was playing the flute, but when Nicolémé's flute notes changed, the purple smoke split into two streams, and the other stream became

He gathered a group of shield-wielding guards to protect him.

The two of them were fighting passionately behind each other. At this time, Hoffa did not look back. Although the old guy Nicolas Flamel always acted like a frail and dying old man, he had fought against him so many times, but he

I didn't get a single advantage from him.

He didn't believe that this old guy who had lived for hundreds of years didn't have any trump cards.

Voldemort saw Hoffa who was extremely close and couldn't help shouting: "Stop him, stop him, Wormtail, Naniji!"

But after losing Miller's protection, Voldemort's only two remaining guards were no match for Hoffa. Naniji was kicked away, and Wormtail simply turned into a mouse and fled.

In just five seconds, he rushed to Voldemort and lifted Voldemort up from the ground like a basketball.

Holding the bloody baby Voldemort, he said with a ferocious smile: "You can't run away."

"Let me go!"

Voldemort struggled desperately in his hands, but he was just a baby and could not pose any threat to Hoffa.

"Tell me, did you give the Resurrection Stone to Grindelwald?"

Hoffa began to press.

"I'd rather destroy it than give it to you!"

Voldemort looked at Hoffa with extremely hateful eyes: "No one in your life will be able to resurrect you. I want to see you tortured by endless loneliness until you go crazy!"

"Okay, then you go and die."

Hoffa grabbed the baby Voldemort's small arms and legs and threatened, thinking that if Voldemort was unwilling to hand over the Resurrection Stone to him, then he decided to tear this disgusting guy in half.

However, at this time, Voldemort's red eyes showed no fear at all. On the contrary, he actually smiled triumphantly.

His smile made Hoffa feel bad. Tom was definitely not like him. He liked to play tricks and scare others. In a sense, he was much more serious than himself. If he laughed at this time, something bad must have happened.

.

"why are you laughing?"

he asked Tom Riddle sharply.

"Hehehehe..."

The little baby in his hand turned his head sideways: "Our dear teacher is here."

Hoffa felt extremely bad. He immediately turned his head and saw a tall man with white hair quietly walking out of the maze. He raised his hand and threw a sharp arrow as clear as glass.

The sharp arrow emerged from the darkness without warning.

Nico Flamel, who played the flute, was pierced through the chest by the transparent glass arrow.

The sweet sound of the flute suddenly turned into noise and then stopped abruptly.

After losing its notes, the metal giant turned back into purple smoke.

"LeMay!"

He screamed, abandoned Voldemort without hesitation, flapped his wings, and rushed towards Nico Flamel while rolling and crawling. This time, he really panicked.

He sprinted to Nico Flamel's side with all his strength.

After Nicole Flamel was injured, intense flames surged out of Miller's body, which was out of control. He broke free from the restraints, flicked the wand with one hand, and a sharp blue spell appeared on the top of the wand. The lightning flashed towards Nico.
Chapter completed!