As he watched aglia disappear on the other side, Hoffa leaned against the tree trunk, looked up at the sky, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and clenched his trembling hand.

Adrenaline makes his brain extremely excited and tense.

And the fear of death alone made him tremble.

Will she come back?

Still won't come back.

Hoffa doesn't know.

If he can, he doesn't want to give his life to aglia. He doesn't want to trust the person who has been against him.

Even if she left herself alone, Hoffa would not be surprised. He could never guess what she would do.

All she did was hope to be fired.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, he is the same person as agleia, the same self-centered Ravenclaw. It's just that agraia is self-evident and Hoffa is self covert.

Maybe that's why they hate each other so much.

Hoffa doesn't know how aglia will choose.

But he has no choice.

He has no choice but to cooperate.

....

at this moment, countless confused ideas flashed through his mind. It's like hundreds of people are whispering to him.

"Dead poor road, immortal road friend"

"virgin whore"

"childish"

"brain disability"

"wrong you"

"disgusting"

"she can come back with a ghost."

...

he opened his eyes and sighed. The hot air in his lungs condensed into water mist in the air of late autumn and early winter.

The numb fingers slowly regained consciousness.

The stars are shining overhead.

The whispers faded away.

It was a shadow in his heart, strangely enough. When he decided to make a choice, the shadow seemed to be gradually dispersed.

Some strange force supported him to face his inner fear and his own nature.

Is it love?

Hope?

Yes.

It seems that they are not.

He just got out of his insensitive life.

Try to understand yourself.

...

behind him, the voice of the damned phantom monkey began to ring again. It hopped left and right on the tree crown. Every time it hopped, it would be closer to Hoffa's hiding place.

Hoffa stood motionless in the same place, quietly running his mind. It's a little magic to be able to recover a little magic.

Finally, the phantom monkey found Hoffa's position. It jumped to the tree in front of Hoffa and looked at him excitedly.

Hoffa only gave it a cold glance and tried to run his mind.

A few seconds later, footsteps came from behind.

Even if the phantom monkey showed them the direction, the two black wizards were still very cautious.

"What else can you do but hide? Face me. "

Schmidt's soft but cold voice was very clear in the forbidden forest.

Hoffa didn't move. He was still recovering his magic.

Schmidt walked slowly: "how can Hogwarts have a weak student like you? Does dipert have a new college for cowards?"

His insults to Hoffa are careless, but his voice is only ten meters away from him. His opponent may attack at any time, so he can't hide any more.

Hoffa stopped his meditation and turned out from behind the tree.

Schmidt immediately raised his hand and stopped his subordinates.

They stood face to face in the middle of the forest.

The night was extremely dark, and strange roars and bird calls came from the surrounding woods. At the foot of the trees on the ground are clusters of white fluorescent mushrooms, which are the only light source in the Forbidden Forest at night.

Schmidt was standing in the woods ten meters away, and Huo was leaning against a fir tree.

The branches of this fir tree have been covered with countless curling winged demons. They look at Hoffa hungrily. As long as Schmidt orders, they will tear Hoffa to pieces instantly.

But Hoffa doesn't think the other side will do that for the time being. At least he will allow himself to live a few more minutes before he gets what he wants.

"It's hard to be overdrawn, little boy."

Schmidt asked softly.

"Run again, you may become an idiot."

Schmidt's tone was soft, but not emotional.

In fact, since Hoffa first saw this guy, he has been in a state of facial paralysis, as if someone had cut off the emotional nerve in his brain. It turned his face into a mask.

"You can try."

Hoffa held the wand in his hand and grinned.It is not advisable to fight. He can only delay time by talking.

Schmidt: "I've killed a lot of witches, but I have to say that you are the second tricky one I've ever seen. What magic secret do you have that you can escape from the curse again and again?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not the first one."

Hoffa said slowly, glancing at the depths of the forbidden forest.

(two minutes later, he still doesn't know if aglia will come back.)

"What's your name?"

Schmidt came a little closer.

"Tom Riddell." Hoffa said honestly.

"Tom, I appreciate your talent and ability. Come with me. This place is not suitable for you. It's not suitable for your development. "

With Schmidt's voice, Hoffa's mind wavered inexplicably, as if there was some strange power in his language, which made people unconsciously want to relax and get close to each other....

as soon as Hoffa bit the tip of his tongue, the blood in his mouth made his eyes clear.

After practicing for more than half a year, the idea of hell played a role here. His spirit was very high, and the bewitching magic had no effect on him.

Hoffa looked coldly at the grey eyes on each other's poker face.

"What are the benefits? What are the benefits? "

He won't say yes, but he will delay.

Four minutes later, agraia still shows no sign of coming back.

"Good?" Schmidt tilted his head.

"I don't think you are the offspring of any pure blood family. What do you think Hogwarts will teach you? They will only train you to be a soldier, and then send you to the battlefield to serve the Ministry of magic and the high level of Britain."

Schmidt took another step.

"Which ancient pure blood family will you become, a puppet controlled by dipert. Is such a life what you want? "

He took another step forward and the distance between them was shortened to five meters. Hoffa's heart hung high, his instep arched, and his fingers clung to the bark.

On the tree crown, the saliva of the curly winged demons dropped on Hoffa's shoulders and hair.

"Capable people will never be inferior to others, and those superior pure blood families will disappear with the passage of time. This is a historical necessity. "

Schmidt tilted his head and whispered quietly.

"The wizarding world will eventually be broken up into a personal world, and so will Hogwarts."

"Well, who taught you these words?" Hoffa asked, his fingers gripping the trunk.

"Tom, you're on the wrong side. We can fight for a greater goal together, and follow in the footsteps of the great Gellert grindevo with me. " Schmidt's mouth rarely curved.

"I don't know any Garrett grindevo." Hoffa said cautiously.

"You'll know him soon, Tom."

As he spoke, he came closer.

(five minutes later, Hoffa's heart slowly falls from the top. There is silence in the forest, and agraia doesn't come back.)

"Don't you let me think about it? I'm a little confused. "

Hoffa said.

Schmidt stood still, a shivering smile on his face.

Time goes by.

As if every second passed, there was a glimmer of hope stripped out of Hoffa's body.

Six minutes.

Hoffa felt that he might have believed the wrong person, and perhaps no one would help him. Maybe everyone is an animal of self.

The eagle above is doomed to be lonely.

"Have you thought about it?"

Schmidt slowly pulled out his wand, and countless curling winged demons opened their mouths on the tree crown.

As long as he waved his wand, Hoffa would die.

Seven minutes.

Hoffa sighed in despair and let go of his hands clasping the tree.

"You win, take me..."

"Hoffa!"

A shrill cry came from the forest.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw agraia standing up in the woods panting.

Then, her body curved into an arc, and then smashed out a shimmering light.

"Go on!"

It's a recovery potion!

Hoffa's eyes lit up in a flash.

This little girl really came back!

As if a traveler walking in the desert saw a clear spring, an invisible force suddenly pushed his back.

He watched the medicine bottle in the air fall quickly. He didn't know where the strength came from, so he reached for it.

However, the corner of Schmidt's mouth is slightly up, he seems to have been prepared, only to see his lightning wave of his wand.

The wand pulled out a silver arc, like a live whip, flashed through the air, directly smashed the glass bottle accurately.Bits and pieces of glass fell.

Hoffa's eyes were dumbfounded.

His hope was shattered by the blow. Obviously, Schmidt has been watching out for him and has not relaxed his vigilance.

Schmidt took back his wand, looked at Hoffa with his hand in the air, and said in a soft voice, "you don't think I'll leave a spare plan without a rabbit?"

Hoffa's expression solidified, and a bad feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, which made him cool from head to foot.

He suddenly turned his head, looked at aglia and yelled, "run!"

But it's too late.

"Roar!"

The next second, with a roar, a beast hidden in the dark forest jumped out.

It's the size of an adult lion, and it's ferocious!

It's Schmidt's baby leopard!

It opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, and lightning fell on aglia standing in the forbidden forest.

She swallowed her upper body into her mouth.

Click!

One bite, two cuts.