Click!!

The fallen flute was cut into two pieces.

The cursed knife didn't stop at all, and the beheading took just one second.

In a flash of lightning, Hoffa volleyed and blocked the fatal blow with his back. Then he took Nico Flamel into the Ghost Walk.

The smell of burning permeated the air.

Miller, who had dark circles under his eyes, was panting.

Two broken wings fell heavily from the sky to the ground.

Ten seconds later, Hoffa hugged Nico Flamel and left the Ghost Walk, leaning against the hedge of the maze, his body shaking violently from pain.

"How are you!?" he asked tremblingly, holding Nicoléme in his arms.

"Ahem...silly boy...you, your wings are broken."

Nico Flamel was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling, and blood spurted out of his mouth with every breath he took. The sharp arrow was inserted precisely into his heart, making him almost unable to breathe.

"Don't die, don't die..."

Hoffa groped around in Nico Flamel's arms in a hurry, trying to find some kind of medicine. His brain was like a mush, and he went blank.

His hands shook for a long time, but he couldn't find the medicine, so Hoffa grabbed his hair in frustration.

"Why!"

He was so unwilling that he didn't notice that Grindelwald was getting closer and closer to him. Aglaia died, Fatir died, Chloe's body disappeared, Barty and his son died, and now Ni

But Flamel is also going to die. Is he a lone star from the sky? Why is it that everyone who meets him cannot escape bad luck?

Nico Flamel coughed twice, and sat up as though he was reflecting on his past memories: "My heart has been punctured...cough cough cough...I'm afraid I only have one minute, and the rest is all you have."

It’s up to you.”

"Don't talk."

Hoffa didn't want to give up so casually. He grabbed the transparent arrow on Flamel's chest and wanted to pull it out but didn't dare. He knew that if he pulled it out, the old man would die.

Ahem, cough...don't think too much, I'm not far from death anyway, you've lived enough, you still have a lot of life left, don't give up."

"Shut up!" Hoffa was very unwilling.

But Nico Flamel stretched out his palm, grabbed his arm firmly, and stuffed an ancient necklace into his finger: "Leave me alone, boy, they are already here, go and solve the problem!"

Hoffa could no longer ignore Miller and Grindelwald who were getting closer and closer. He stood up and stopped in front of Flamel.

Grindelwald wandered over from a distance, with a contemptuous smile on his face. As he walked, he took out a small black stone from his pocket.

Seeing Grindelwald take out the stone, Hoffa's eyes suddenly widened. He saw Grindelwald put the stone to his mouth and whispered: "He is going to die."

A white light appeared in the black stone, and the white light flashed. A slender figure walked out of the Resurrection Stone. She was not as real as a living body, but much more real than a ghost. It was Aglaia, her tragic figure.

Looking at Hoffa, he kept shaking his head, seeming to remind him to run quickly.

Grindelwald couldn't help laughing and said: "If someone must come to enjoy this scene, who is a better audience than her?"

"Grindelwald!"

Hoffa's eyes were about to burst with anger.

"This time, you can't run away."

Grindelwald's smile disappeared, and he threw the Resurrection Stone aside casually: "This time, you won't be able to escape even if I give you wings."

After he finished speaking, Miller got up from the ground in the direction of Voldemort's resurrection pool. He raised his wand and muttered something. The spell was more obscure and complicated than any spell Hoffa had learned in the past. Along with the spell, the air

The magic power in his body fluctuated violently like a tsunami.

Hoffa did not dare to let Miller complete the spell. He used his mental force field to control the rocks on the ground to roll and flood towards Miller, trying to interrupt his spell.

Grindelwald stepped heavily on the ground with one foot. Hoffa's mental force field hit an indestructible wall and could no longer penetrate the ground. The rolling waves of rocks also stopped after losing control.

Grindelwald pulled his hands, and a transparent javelin appeared in his hands. He raised his arm and threw the transparent sharp knife towards Hoffa like a javelin.

During the flight, the transparent javelins changed from one to two, two to four, four to eight, eight to sixteen... they split infinitely and soon became dense and overwhelming.

Hoffa pointed with one hand, and countless transparent javelins turned into countless butterflies during flight.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, and the butterflies continued to transform. They turned into pieces of iron darts, flew towards Hoffa, and swirled around Hoffa, leaving several bloody wounds on his skin.

Hoffa knew that Grindelwald was also a master of transformation. He turned around and squatted down to protect Flamel. The darts he fired transformed again. This time they turned into harmless catkins and fell on him.

Grindelwald smiled coldly, and the catkins instantly turned into thick spider webs, which were extremely sticky and made it impossible for him to break free.

Fifty seconds.

Miller's spellcasting was coming to an end when a streak of fire appeared in the night sky, and then the streak of fire turned into several light points, which turned out to be meteorites one after another.

Hoffa gasped.

Under such a massive offensive, even the group of black and white wizards who were fighting crazily in the Qui-Earth auditorium couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the meteors streaking across the sky.

As Grindelwald walked, he split into countless illusions. Each illusion raised its arms, and sharp transparent knives appeared in their hands.

Meteors fell very fast, and after a while, they fell to the ground with unparalleled energy.

Hoffa didn't dare to resist Miller's magic. He took a step back and planned to pick up Flamel and go into the ghost walk.

Countless Grindelwald's illusions took one step forward, just one step. The invisible mental force field hit Hoffa's mind like a high-speed train.

The huge mental shock from Grindelwald caused his mind to tremble, his vision went blank, and for a brief three seconds, he completely lost consciousness.

When he recovered from the dizziness, the meteor shower summoned by Miller hit the ground where he was, and he was swallowed up by a huge explosion before he could even enter the ghost walk.

The labyrinth turned into a sea of ​​flames, the Quiz ball court was shaken by bombs, and countless beams were destroyed in the sea of ​​fire. The crowds of people fell from the high platform like a rain, screaming.

Flames filled Hoffa's eyes, and he subconsciously hid in the shadow world.

The gray shadow world is also densely covered with billowing smoke, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Ten seconds later.

Forty seconds.

The moment he walked away from the ghost, countless illusions of Grindelwald appeared in an instant, wielding transparent sharp knives. Hoffa, who was unable to dodge, had his left arm cut off on the spot, and there were countless mouths on his body.

He touched his face, and the sharp blade that scratched his cheek made a deep wound that could be seen in the bone. The wound blurred the sight of his right eye with blood and flesh.

Even though he couldn't see his own appearance, he knew that he was blind in his right eye.

In the sea of ​​fire, Aglaia's soul knelt down and covered her face. She didn't want to look at it anymore.

"Hahahahahaha~"

The baby Voldemort, covered in blood, laughed heartily by the Resurrection Pool. He said: "You are finished, you are finally finished, Bach."

As Voldemort laughed happily, his big purple snake Naniji also rushed out from the most inconspicuous dark corner.

hiss...!

Hoffa, who was covered in blood, covered his eyes with one hand and dragged the dying Nico Flamel back staggeringly with the other hand. Although he recovered very quickly at night, he could not withstand this level of injury.

The fight just now seemed long and varied, but in fact it took less than twenty seconds. In just twenty seconds, Hoffa's wings were severed, an arm was broken, and an eye was blinded.

If Nico Flamel had not been attacked, if Miller had not been controlled, perhaps he would not have been destroyed so easily.

But now, waves of pain washed through his brain like waves, and reason issued warnings to him again and again, warning him to get out of here quickly.

In the distance, the Resurrection Pool is spraying hot liquid, and baby Voldemort stands by the water, ready to be resurrected at any time.

Miller started a new round of spell casting.

This time the magic power fluctuates more violently than the last time. In the sky distorted by the high temperature, a meteorite a hundred times larger than before is forming.

Grindelwald stepped on the flames, his eyes behind the cage were emotionless, a chaotic mental force field spread around him, and some extremely twisted bugs crawled out of the soil under his feet.

"It's all over, Hoffa, you will never be my opponent.

But I have to admit that you are different from the other people I have met. It is precisely because of your presence that you light up my lonely life and make me less boring. When we wake up next time, maybe we can do it

A harmonious pair of teachers and students."

"Why are you talking to him so much?"

Voldemort lay on the ground and laughed heartily: "It's useless, Bach, you are dead, hahahahahahaha. This time, you will definitely lose, just accept your fate!"

"Farewell."

Countless Grindelwald visions said.

They all stretched out their hands, and each person's arm grew into a tentacle. The tentacles were extremely sharp and numbered in the thousands. If Hoffa was stabbed, he would be pierced by thousands of arrows and could never be repaired.

"Run! You fool!"

Aglaia's spirit shouted at him.

Voldemort's purple snake Naniji opened its bloody mouth and bit Hoffa's head in the air. Its fangs were several feet long and shone scarlet in the flames.

"Let's go...let's go..."

Nico Flamel croaked in his arms: "It's impossible... you... you... you have to survive..."
To be continued...