In Hogwarts, the walls of the auditorium hall are covered with glittering silver frost, the ceiling is a starry night sky, and there are hundreds of wreaths of mistletoe twigs and ivy. Instead of four college tables, there were a hundred small tables with lanterns on. There were about ten people sitting at each table.

Men and women from the three major European colleges and universities gathered together at the same time. The girls were dressed in colorful skirts, in groups, shy, unrestrained or showy. The boys also gathered in the left clump, holding the cup and talking politely, while their eyes turned around the girls.

After a while, the four warriors led their partners into the auditorium, and the people in the auditorium clapped.

In Miller's eyes, such a joyful atmosphere is like a small cup of boiling water dripping on an iceberg. He sits in the corner and looks at the passing four warriors and their dancing partners. Some kind of great depression hovers over his head, making him completely unable to integrate into the environment. It seems that as soon as he closes his eyes, he can see Hoffa's body that is aging and dying body.

Unable to bear the discomfort, he sat in his own place, and the people next to him made his debut one after another. Not far from his seat, the warriors were chatting, after winning two events. Harry, the young man who was trapped by him and Hoffa, is now familiar with his warrior status. At the moment, he's talking to Percy Weasley.

Percy Weasley: "I've been promoted. I'm Mr. Crouch's personal assistant now. I'm here on his behalf."

Harry: why doesn't he come

Percy Weasley: "I'm sorry that Mr. crouch is in a bad, very bad situation. He hasn't been right since the World Cup....

"what a meddler."

Miller thought.

Again.

He took out the parchment with the sacrificial array and took a look. "It has nothing to do with me."

He muttered to himself.

Putting away the parchment, raising his head and pouring three large glasses of brandy, a slight dizziness came from Alastair Moody's body, but it didn't ease his anxiety.

Several warriors around him were still chatting. Victor Krum, dressed like a bear, was chatting with his girlfriend: "ah, we also have a castle. I don't think it's as big as here, and it's not as comfortable as here. Our house is only four stories, and it can only be lit when magic is applied. But our venue is more spacious than here - but the days are short in winter, so we can't play on it. In summer, we fly around every day, over the lake, over the mountains - "

" come on, come on, victor! " "Don't let out any more secrets, or your charming friend will know where we are," karkarov said

Dumbledore laughed and his eyes sparkled. "Igor, keep a secret like this People will think you don't welcome people to visit. "

"Oh, Dumbledore," said karlov, grinning with yellow teeth, "we all want to protect our private domain, don't we? Don't we need to be careful to guard our entrusted school hall? Shouldn't we be proud that only we know the secrets of the school? Shouldn't we keep these secrets

Several people about the secret dialogue into Miller's mind, he is a little uneasy, some invisible oppression from all directions, as if this scene is familiar. Make him want to escape.

"Oh, I can't dream that I know all the secrets of Hogwarts, Igor."

Miller whispered.

"Oh, I can't dream that I know all the secrets of Hogwarts, Igor." Dumbledore happily said: "for example, this morning..."

jingling...

the glass on the table shook.

Everyone's eyes were attracted to come over, saw Miller pale stood up, swaying outward.

Dumbledore kindly asked him, "alasto, where are you going?"

Miller perfunctory: "random around."

Karlov said contemptuously, "calm down, old man. There are no black wizards tonight."

Miller took a cold look at karlov. Karlov seemed to want to say something. After he glared at him, he swallowed the words.

Miller manipulated alasto Moody's body to walk out of the hall. He was more and more flustered. This flustered feeling came from his heart. After leaving his seat, in this colorful hall, he was as strange as entering the swamp.

"Wait a minute, Professor moody."

Someone stopped him again, this time a woman.

A middle-aged woman with dark skin, wearing a high wizard pointed hat and a long black skirt, rubbing her hands, looks a little embarrassed.

It's Professor Aurora sinista.

Miller knew her. She was an astronomy professor at Hogwarts. She lived in the tower all the year round and hardly showed up. There are no social activities. It's rare that she can move her eyes from the stars at this Christmas party."What's the matter?"

Somehow, after seeing her, the strangeness of falling into the swamp disappeared. It's like a drowning man finds land.

"Er......"

Aurora sinista was very embarrassed. She looked uneasily at Moody's blue eyes and tried to stop talking.

"What's the matter?"

Miller narrowed his eyes. "It's OK. I'll go first."

"No! Wait a minute, Professor moody. Excuse me, can you dance with me at the ball? "

Aurora sinista spoke this sentence very quickly, as if she had been drained of all her strength, she turned her head and did not dare to look at him.

This...

Miller didn't expect that the other party would make this request, but it's normal to think about it carefully. This astronomer professor looks at the stars on the star tower every day, and he doesn't meet other people on weekdays. Surely no one would ask her to dance.

Normally, he should have agreed to this woman's request, because there is no better match for them. The lame man and the autistic woman are more realistic than the whore with the dog.

It's a perfect match.

But the boredom in Miller's heart suddenly increased at this moment. It was a kind of boredom under various rules, promises, disguises, and a vague sense of seeing. He felt that Aurora sinista's face was about to vomit.

"OK..."

Miller covers his head.

"What's the matter with you?"

Aurora sinista rushed forward and asked with concern.

That promise was swallowed by Miller. He suddenly raised his hand, pushed aside the astronomy Professor, and angrily scolded: "get out of the way, old lady, I won't dance with you."

The professor of astronomy was stunned and looked at Moody's scarred face. He suddenly hid his face and cried. He turned around and ran. When he ran around the corner, he even stepped on his skirt and almost fell to the ground.

After scolding an irrelevant woman, Miller suddenly felt very clear and fresh, as if all of a sudden the sky was high and the sea was wide, and all the beautiful things became easy to get.

He straightened the bow tie around his neck and looked around. Then he came to a senior girl named booth Barton, who was ten meters away from him. He bent down and asked, "excuse me, can you dance with me?"

The beautiful blonde girl was talking and drinking with her friends. When she saw the broken face of alasto moody, she couldn't help making a short shriek and spilled the glass of fruit wine on his face subconsciously.

The people nearby could not help laughing, and Miller also laughed. The drink rolled off his face, and he slapped the pretty girl's face with his backhand.

Pop!

Slapped all the students in booth Barton around them. They stare at Miller like a rare animal in ancient times. They can't understand who can do such a thing.

Miller involuntarily embraces the beautiful girl's shoulder, tilts her head and says with a smile: "why, haven't you ever seen a woman beat?"

Extremely provocative words like ice water poured into the hot oil pot, triggered a violent riot on the spot. Almost all the students in booth Barton put down their cups, and chaos was imminent.

"Come on, come on!"

Miller was short of breath, holding the shoulder of the girl beside him.

However, before the chaotic mood could be diffused, the eyes of all the students around booth Barton were lax. They were as quiet as sleepwalking for a few seconds. Then they mechanically picked up the cup again, just like they didn't see anything. They should chat, drink and dance.

Miller's abnormal action is like a small pebble thrown into the deep pool. After stirring up a small splash, it disappears.

A cold sweat trickled down Miller's pale face.

He realized something was wrong with the place.

Everything is controlled.

"Good, good!"

Miller clenched his teeth, took the young beauty's waist and pinched her butt.

But the girl looked at him with an unusually calm look.

...

...

in helheim, on the sand of the arena, Avada asked Hoffa with a smile: "all of you have come. Do you want to continue playing?"

"What are you playing with?" Hoffa asked Avada coldly.

"The game of death."

"What?" Little Barty dropped the stone and asked, "didn't we just win? Why continue?"

"How can that count?"

Avada patiently explained: "it's a game played by death and Davis Sawyer, not with Mr. Hoffa Bach. Just now, Mr. Bach just played as an opponent. If you want to really participate in the game, Mr. Bach must defeat his opponent.""No."

Hoffa thought of the souls who were hanging on the road of thorns, thought of what agraia said to himself, and blurted out: "I don't take part in the game of death."

"I see. It's a pity."

Avada sighed. "It's OK, but I'm kind to remind you. Death is about to forget you. If you don't participate now, I'm afraid you won't have another chance in the future. "

"What happens when death forgets?"

"Nothing will happen, you will be like them."

Avada pointed to the ghosts in the carnival in the stands and said: "the ghosts who just came to herheim have enthusiasm, temperature, memory and hope, but those are the only things they have. When they forget all this, they will have no value. The remaining souls stay here, neither entering reincarnation nor having a goal. This is the real underworld, repetitive and monotonous. I hope you can enjoy it, Mr. hoffabach. "

With that, Avada turned to leave, and his figure soon blurred in the fog of the kingdom of the dead.

"Just a few days? Can I think about it again? " Cried Hoffa behind him.

"How many people die every day do you think? Although not many people can cross the bridge, you are not the only one." Avada's voice came from afar.

Little Barty said anxiously, "Mr. Bach, he's leaving. What shall we do? "

"Wait!"

Hoffa yelled to stop Avada.

Avada stood still and looked back at Hoffa.

Hoffa gritted his teeth: "what if I win death? Can I take people out? "

"If you win death, you can even become death. Nature can do whatever you want

Avada's words were not surprising, and he didn't know whether he was extremely confident or just talking freely. In this way, he said it casually.

Hoffa's heart is pounding. If he has a heart now, he is afraid that he has already jumped to 200. How to choose? The answer is self-evident.

There is no time to pass in the underworld, but the worms that are becoming flesh are the only visible changes. He has nothing to do, he does not want to like those meaningless ghosts, into the endless carnival, also do not want to just sit in place, meaningless sit down, until forever.

He wants to take aglia back to the real world, walk on the soft and delicate beach, taste different flavors of ice cream, the scenery and food of various countries, and experience the change of seasons like a normal person.

"What is a game?" He asked Avada with difficulty.

Avada clapped his hands, and two huge Amorphophallus flowers wriggled out on the blood red sand. The Amorphophallus turned open, and inside each one lay a red fruit human body.

The human body has no features, no hair, no genitalia, just like Avada. Besides, it's a standard male.

"This is the body that death prepared for you. Of course, you can prepare your own body. You can ask who you want to know. In a word, there is no need to die twice in herheim, but as long as the body is destroyed, the rescue will be judged as a failure of the game, understand? "

"Failure will lead to thorns."

"Accurate."

Said Avada.

"Is everyone the same rule?"

"Ah, of course."

Avada smiles. A bubble appears at his feet. The bubble grows bigger and bigger, and finally becomes a happy clown's head.

Hoffa clenched his fist to himself. He just thought that when he was fighting with Davis, there was no body at all, which means that Davis could not kill himself at all, but he had body, and he could destroy it at will. His failure was doomed, and death didn't want to let him win at the beginning.

He wanted to question Avada, but he had already stepped on the balloon to fly high again. The sound in the arena is like the volume knob being turned up, and the cry of countless ghosts is surging at the top of the arena.

Hoffa and Barty got into the body that death had prepared for them. It felt like wearing a rubber dress. They didn't have much discomfort and sensitivity, just like controlling a strange game character. You can use it to see and do actions, but you can't feel too much with it.

In the cry of countless fanatical ghosts, the door of the duel arena slowly opened. Little Barty's face was tight. He leaned close to Hoffa: "what kind of opponent will death arrange for you?"

"I don't know." Hoffa is also very nervous.

"Your opponents should be terrible."

"Yes." Hoffa said dryly.

Awada flew up into the sky in a balloon, holding up the microphone: "next challenger, let's welcome Mr. Hoffa Bach, the young but old Ravenclaw wizard from the magical world, who is quiet and fanatical, smart but stupid, simple but complex, and young but old!"

Shh!!

The unknown ghost also hissed, just like Davis, showing disdain for the challenger.Hoffa listened to Avada's introduction and thought that he was a schizophrenic. He didn't know he had so many strange characteristics.

Only listen to awada continue to say: "in his short but ups and downs of life, he has faced countless opponents, and defeated countless enemies, but he never seems to really put the external enemies in mind. It is said that every arrogant Ravenclaw will always have an opponent, the only opponent. That opponent is like a shadow, looming, and it is difficult for the user to see its true face even in his life.

But in the kingdom of the dead, in the arena of eternity. Death has prepared a special gift for him, so that he can see the mystery of life. Now, let's welcome Hoffa Bach's first opponent, who came from the past, the master of metamorphosis

Creak.

The gate on the other side of the duel ground slowly opened.

Hoffa kept retreating behind little patty, and then he saw a boy with black hair and eyes, two or three years younger than himself, coming out on the other side of the duel field. The boy was wearing a black Hogwarts uniform with the blue eagle pattern of Ravenclaw college.

He was stunned.

That's a young version of yourself.