a sword

Cut it off hard!

Cut through the darkness.

Just like the dawn, the dawn breaks.

Shine light all over the world!

His mental force field controls the entire astronomy tower.

Hoffa passed through the layers of consciousness and returned to the real world.

Everything around him remained the same except Miranda fell to the ground.

A ray of black energy barely stood in front of her, and Miller and its mental force field were completely divided into two halves.

Under Hoffa's mental force field, it was almost unsteady.

"Then...what kind of magic is that?" Miller yelled in fear.

Hoffa tilted his head and said softly: "That's not magic."

After speaking, he raised his hand and clenched his fist.

boom!

The mental force field dispelled Miller with one blow.

The black air dissipates.

On the observatory, Miranda was seen clutching her chest, falling to the ground, stumbling back, staring at Hoffa.

It's like looking at something you don't understand at all.

Hoffa looked calmly at Miranda in front of him.

He put away his wand and strode towards the other party.

"Don't come over! Don't come over!" Miranda looked at Hoffa in horror.

Hoffa walked up to her, knelt down on one knee, and looked at Miranda face to face. Then, he held the other person's face and looked directly into Miranda's brown eyes. He said softly: "I understand, you should have told me earlier.

of."

"What's the use of telling you? Can you understand it?" Miranda said sharply, "You have different life experiences and you can't understand anything."

Hoffa: "I am indeed not smart. In Ravenclaw, I am just an ordinary person, but I can understand your pain."

"You can't, Hoffa Bach!" Miranda shook her head vigorously, kicked her legs back, "You don't understand anything, you only have yourself in your heart."

She shook her head, trying to escape Hoffa's grasp.

"Yes, but even so, I still have to say, I understand."

Hoffa took a deep breath, held the other person's face firmly, and said: "The dark past makes you overwhelmed, but the terrible future also makes me terrified.

This whole year, I have been living under the shadow of war, living in fear and worry about the future. I am anxious, restless, impatient, and even angry."

"Shut up.....!"

Miranda stopped moving and shouted.

Hoffa pursed his lips.

"But that's not right, not at all."

"Shut up! Please stop talking." Miranda's voice was already pleading.

Hoffa looked directly at Miranda: "Humans are animals that live in the present. We live in today, in the present. No matter how scary the future is, or how dark the past is, life is still life. Miranda, the past is not you

Give up yourself, give up the reason for life.”

Miranda was speechless, her body kept shaking, but she still gritted her teeth and spoke.

"It has nothing to do with you..."

"What if I say it does matter?"

Miranda's chest heaved violently, staring at Hoffa. "You are right, I am indeed conservative, I am indeed withdrawn, and I do view my friends from a different perspective than you. But this does not mean that I have no feelings, nor does it mean that I

I never considered you a friend."

Hoffa smiled with red eyes: "Friends are like family, and sometimes you have no choice. When you let me enter the carriage on the train, we were already friends, weren't we?"

The two looked at each other from afar.

The violent and chilling magical energy in the air gradually subsided, and the flying dust settled.

Hoffa spread his hands and said sincerely: "I am here now, isn't it enough?"

There was silence for a moment.

Miranda couldn't help it anymore, she bit her lips and her expression was out of control.

Finally, she covered her face and cried bitterly: "Hoffa...what should I do? What should I do!"

"It's okay, it's okay, tell me!" Hoffa pressed Miranda's face firmly.

"This is not your fault. Tell me, where are those dark wizards, and what is Grindelwald's plan? I'll stop it now, and it's too late!"

"I...I let them come in through the secret passage."

Miranda choked and said, "I asked them to go to the Quidditch field and use the Venomcat."

"Dumbledore! Will Dumbledore stop them?"

Miranda shook her head and cried bitterly: "It's too late! It's too late. I stole Slughorn's sleeping potion and tricked him into drinking it. Now, he can't wake up. No one can stop Slughorn.

Trove."

Hoffa's body suddenly became cold. He quickly stood up and looked towards the Quidditch field in the distance.

Sure enough, a thick gray fog had spread over there.

The Quidditch pitch is out of control.

what to do?

Is it too late?

No, there must be some way.

Hoffa turned his head, quickly came to the tearful Miranda, and pulled her up.

"Can you still leave?"

"But...it's okay!"

"Go." Hoffa said decisively, "Go to Slughorn's office, find the antidote, and then go to the Quidditch field. Wake up Dumbledore, and I will go to the Quidditch field and rescue those people.

"

"What are you going to do?" Before life and death, Miranda stopped crying and her lips turned pale.

"Leave me alone, do your own thing, and go quickly!"

Hoffa pushed Miranda's shoulder, and she looked at Hoffa blankly. Finally, she nodded slightly, turned around, covered her mouth and ran away quickly.

Now.

Hoffa stood alone on the observatory.

He was thinking about countermeasures.

He had to do something, do something to change everything.

He looked at the Quidditch pitch in the distance. There were so many people. What was he going to do? If countermeasures were not taken in time, death would be inevitable.

Thinking of what Indra once said to himself.

The weakness of the Poison Sac Leopard's poisonous gas is water.

I need water.

Use water to rescue them.

But how should I get there?

Run over there?

too slow.

Fly over there?

By the way, a broomstick!

I don't have a broomstick.

Flying curse?

No, it won't.

Even if I could, I don't have the talent to fly!
To be continued...