The sky was filled with abnormal fog, like an omen of doomsday, and the gravel rolled on the ground. The dark clouds completely covered the moonlight, making people unable to see any light and hope.

Ossivia, the deformation teacher, stumbled, covered her little arm and ran towards Hogwarts castle. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, one arm was bent into three sections, and her left leg was broken.

Near the hunting ground, she fell to the ground. She could hardly walk because of the severe pain in her body, but at this time, her mind was very clear.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of her father, who was probably the same scene when he fled in the Siberian ice sheet.

This is probably the lowest moment of her life, but also the moment when she can understand life best.

Many times in the past, she was immersed in the pain that her family had suffered. She always tries to feel the suffering of her family, imagining that the suffering should be borne by herself.

But when she really suffered the same pain, she found that there was something more important than the pain.

That's the goal.

She thought of her father Constantine, but found that he was accomplishing his goal until the end of his life.

Compared with the goal of life, the external pain can only be described in this way.

Life with a goal doesn't care about pain. Looking at the brightly lit castle in the distance, she suddenly felt relieved. The ghost of her family burned out in her heart, turned into strength, inspired her to stand up and march forward.

She had to send back the news of the rebirth of her first principal.

...

...

at Hogwarts School, Miranda and aglia are following a group of students out with heavy suitcases. Go outside, they see the sky outside.

Miranda did not choose to follow up. She grabbed aglia and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Do you feel it?"

Agraia: "what do you feel?"

Miranda slowly took off her glasses, and the soft lines on her face were as cold as a knife:

"just like on the first day of school, the atmosphere of oppression, terror, wanton and madness. There's a guy here who wants to come out. Terrifying, terrifying guy. "

Agraia responded quickly: "half king, or you."

"I'm not kidding you." Miranda turned his head coldly. "Do you have a magic recovery potion?"

Agraia: No, I forgot

"No?"

Miranda's arm trembled slightly. She said anxiously: "you don't know that guy Hoffa has magic like a dragon. Without magic, he is almost useless like a Muggle."

Agleia stamped: "how do I know this guy is lying in bed for a month and suddenly gets up and looks for a half man King... There's no sign at all!"

"Damn it." Miranda gritted her teeth and stopped at the door.

Agraia thought for a moment, "what shall we do? Shall we help him now?"

"People don't know where they are. How can they help?"

Miranda's face gradually darkened.

At this time, agraia suddenly look, she suddenly pushed Miranda, "look."

With aglia's fingers, she raised her head. I saw a figure stumbling out of the black fog, but she was a deformation teacher in a dark green robe. At the moment, she was dragging her right leg, in a very bad state.

"Professor Romanov?"

Miranda frowned and pulled aglia forward quickly.

"You... You're Hoffa's friends. What are you doing here?"

Agraia: "we're leaving the school tomorrow. We're helping the school move things."

As his eyes swept across osivia's legs and arms, aglia was surprised: "Hello, Professor, what's the matter with your body?"

Without saying a word, Miranda squatted down and touched osivia's calf with her fingers, groping and chanting the recovery mantra quickly.

When she was held down, osivia's face was convulsed with pain, but her tone was very stable:

"hurry up, find Dumbledore and let him go to Black Lake immediately."

"What's the matter, what's going on?"

"Hoffa's life is in danger." "The real Demi king is under the Black Lake," osivia said

Miranda gave a finger.

Agraia hissed and gasped, "what are you talking about? True or false "

" needless to say. " Miranda interrupted. "Where's Dumbledore?"

Agraia: "I don't know. It seems that the dean and the Ministry of Magic have a meeting tonight, but I've met the Minister of magic. Maybe we should go to him."

"No, we should go to Dumbledore." Miranda vetoed aglia's proposal.

Agraia said excitedly: "Miranda, it's about Hoffa's life. The school is almost paralyzed. We have to find something to talk about and solve this problem. ""Hey, the school hasn't closed yet!" Miranda pressed agraia's shoulder. "You think the Ministry of magic will believe you. They won't believe anything. Maybe they want to see the school destroyed!"

"Don't fight."

Said osivia weakly.

"It's very urgent. No one can solve it. You two, one for one, gather all the people you can find, and don't let the crowd disperse."

"And you?"

Asked Miranda.

"I'll inform Auror and ask them to protect the students and evacuate to a safe place in the school."

"Good."

Miranda nods to aglia and they run in the same direction.

But the two girls just ran without a step, and suddenly a bright light in the distance illuminated their side faces. They stopped and looked out. In the direction of Black Lake, an orange mushroom cloud rises.

After two seconds, the roar came suddenly.

The ground began to shake and the glass on the castle tower crumbled.

The two girls bent down sharply.

Agraia: "what's that..."

Osivia's face turned pale. "Come on, find a place to hide."

...

...

the headmaster's conference room on the 10th floor, high above the Hogwarts tower.

There was a faint silver frost and a bright silver light in the air. A silver magic Phoenix was lying on the conference table and seemed to be dozing.

The four presidents sat on one side of the conference table, looking solemn.

A skinhead, middle-aged man in a black robe and a red collar was sitting in the main seat, signing a pile of documents with parchment in his hand.

It's the new minister of magic, Leonard Spencer Munn, who has been in office for about half a year.

Behind him are two strong Aurors more than two meters tall, and behind the two Aurors are three black cloaked creatures more than three meters tall, whose heads almost reach the ceiling.

The creature floated in the air, and the ragged cloak under it showed its pale, dry and rotten arms.

In the air, some free matter, if any, floated slowly into the black cloak.

Three Dementors.

The atmosphere in the conference room was cold and solemn.

Shuasha signed the document. The smart middle-aged man with a red collar pushed the parchment forward and looked at the opposite side with his fingers crossed. He said faintly, "sign it, albus. After signing, we can carry out the evacuation of students."

Looking at the parchment on the smooth table, Albus Dumbledore pushed his glasses and whispered, "Leonard, I think it's better to wait for a while."

"There's nothing to wait for. The war in Europe is tight now. I don't have time to argue with you here."

Dumbledore looked at the stack of paper in front of him and said, "it's not time yet. The evacuation time is the day after tomorrow."

The Minister of magic in Black said, "the sooner the better. Don't you expect miracles to happen?"

As he finished, the three tall Dementors behind him had a slightly stiff chest, as if trying to pull something away.

But on the conference table, the silver Phoenix looked up a little, and the three Dementors sank down again.

Dumbledore coughed. "The law gives me time to think. I want to spend that time waiting for miracles."

Leonard took a sip of coffee: "albus, I've known you and me for many years, and I'll stop talking nonsense. With all due respect, this is meaningless. The education law has been signed, and the fate of this school is beyond your control. "

"The rules are made by people. After all, the world is the world of people."

Dumbledore looked out of the window. "I'd rather have hope if I could."

"Enough!"

The Minister of magic pressed the table and stood up.

"Life is not a philosophical speech, Albus..."

a light interrupted his words.

The Minister of magic turned his head and saw a fire in the distance.

Albus Dumbledore stood up and looked into the distance. With the silver Phoenix on the table, he raised his head abruptly.

The cup on the table began to hum and vibrate ominously.

Dumbledore did not hesitate to order.

"Horace, go to the hall to evacuate the students and take them to Slytherin's deepest basement.

"Meredith, you take all the prefects and me out and activate the school's emergency shield."

The Minister of magic snapped, "what's the situation?"

As soon as he finished, there was a roar in the distance. The fire completely lit up the conference room, and the three Dementors floated back a little further on one side of their heads.

Dumbledore opened the door and said quickly, "if you don't want to die at Hogwarts, take your Auror and come with me!"...

...

mirror world.

On the rough water.

The light of the explosion burst into the sky. Hoffa lay on the lake, pinching Silby and growling, "what on earth have you done?"

"You should ask yourself what you chose." "First here, then outside, you, me, the teachers, the students of Hogwarts School, can't run any of them."

Hoffa strangled him, and his chest was beating like a drum,

"do you want to die with the school?"

Sylby shook his head. "Life is not only about calculation, it's about luck, man. I have tried my best. Even if I die, I will die in my own post. This rule was made by me ~ "

Hoffa's fingers trembled and released, and he forced himself to calm down.

We can't leave Silby here, we have to rely on him to wash away Armando's guilt. But you can't stay here, or Hogwarts will be destroyed and everything you do will be meaningless.

Gritting his teeth, he dragged sylby's leg, picked up the Hogwarts jewel and ran with all his strength. During the run, his back spread out huge metal wings, the faster the speed, the more lightning.

With a roar, he flew high and jumped off the lake in the sea of fire.

The world reverses. The next second, with a splash, Hoffa flies out of the Black Lake like a sharp arrow.

At the moment, the real world has turned into a sea of fire, exploding into the Hogwarts School Center.

The power generated by the explosion of 10000 tons of TNT made Hoffa almost unable to breathe. The oxygen in the air was pumped out and dried up, and the temperature was only about 100 degrees.

He held his breath, flapped his wings, and shot at Hogwarts castle with great speed.

Over the castle hunting ground, he hovered and turned quickly.

The crazy explosion came from a distance. In the forbidden forest, countless trees rose to the sky. In the distance, the city wall built at the beginning of Aurora's school turned into mottled fragments in the blazing sea of fire.

Turning again, Hoffa heard a loud scream. It was from the castle. Countless students crowded in the window sill and the gate of the castle, panic, panic to run.

Osivia led other teachers and prefects to rush out of the castle, trying to gather shields in the air.

"Do they look like a flock of sheep?"

In the air, Silby pointed to the flustered crowd and asked Hoffa excitedly.