Chapter 21: Chapter 21

Only the pure goal is the only truth.

Her words still reached Hoffa's ears, but he no longer knew how to respond.

At this moment, he seemed to be suddenly in a vacuum environment without gravity and matter. All around was blinding white light, making him unable to see anything.

He doesn't know where his entity is, he doesn't know where he is, he doesn't even feel anything exists, it's weird and confusing.

The unknown experience made Hoffa start to panic, but he immediately thought of what the masked man said to him, only the goal is the only truth.

His target is the Disillusionment Charm.

Phantom curse.

As soon as this idea arises, the surrounding white lights immediately perceive it.

One of the white lights separated from the surroundings and merged with Hoffa.

Disillusionment (Disillusionment)

A few mysterious and complicated syllables came into his mind, before he carefully discerned the meaning of the spell.

The surrounding white light suddenly began to materialize, and gravity and matter began to appear.

Gradually, the white light dissipated, and the surrounding scenery began to appear.

clang!

clang!

A burst of church bells mixed with the sound of fluttering birds reached Hoffa's ears. There was a lot of people around, and the wooden wheels were turning.

The world in front of me gradually became clear.

After he got familiar with the surrounding environment, he found that he was not in the original dark basement at all, he was not even in Hogwarts.

Hoffa was now standing on a busy street.

The sky was cloudless, and it was a sunny morning. From time to time, black carriages drawn by four horses galloped by on the street, and the old-fashioned kerosene lamps on the carriages jingled.

The last time Hoffa saw this kind of carriage was when he watched Pirates of the Caribbean in his previous life.

The people around were wearing black high-brimmed hats, suits, and looking at pocket watches. There were also women in Victorian costumes on the street. They wore exaggerated but old pleated skirts and walked on the street with baskets on their shoulders. Come and go, like a servant or a cook.

Surrounding these cooks and coachmen are towering villas, with tall foyers and grand doors, round arched windows and stone masonry at corners, all of which are full of grace and luxury.

And the gorgeous and complicated glyphs on the doorposts and window eaves, plus the tall spire of the church in the distance. Then it shows that this is not 1938 at all. Hoffa could almost believe it was 1839 or earlier.

Taking a closer look, Hoffa found that this body was not his own either.

He was now wearing a dirty gray robe, a necklace of colorful feathers hung around his neck, and a string of bone beads was tied around his wrist. Looks like a shaman.

And most importantly, he became a black man... like a black wizard who was sold to Europe by the slave trade.

Hoffa was astonished by this situation.

He tried to move, but couldn't move at all.

The black wizard stood at the corner of the street, in the shadows of a tavern sign.

As if waiting for something.

At this time, an old man in expensive clothes came out from the villa across the street, and several grooms hurriedly opened the car door for him.

After getting into the carriage, the carriage rumbled away.

The moment the carriage left, "Hoffa" moved, completely uncontrollably.

It seems that there are two souls living in this black body, one is himself and the other is the original owner.

Hoffa has a little more understanding of the current situation. This perspective is like playing a first-person shooter game, switching to the perspective of his teammates after he dies.

However, everything I experienced should be the memory of this black wizard.

The black man hurried to a villa along the corner of the street. He looked up at the relief on the top of the mansion, and his eyes turned darkly to an alley on the side of the street.

Afterwards, seeing that there was no one around, he immediately climbed up the relief of the villa and quickly climbed to a higher place. Very agile.

Crouching on the window eaves, the black wizard drew out his wand (an oddly curved wand, like a hook). Click on the windows.

"Alahoo hole is open."

The windows slammed open.

The black man got in without hesitation, and Hoffa, who was watching all this, knew it. This guy is a thief. A thief in a wizard.

There were many things in the room that were recognizable to be very expensive at first glance, ornate gold watches, fine china on the fireplace.

There was even a naked European beauty lying on the floor of the room. All around her were fine silks and scattered empty wine bottles.

She was fast asleep.

This should be the mistress of the old man who just got into the carriage, and they were having fun here before.

But the black wizard didn't look at these things at all. Whether it was people or property, he quickly searched around, as if he was looking for something more important.

Hoffa looked at the woman twice and stopped paying attention. Although women are beautiful, they are not unusual for Hoffa who has experienced the 21st century.

He is more concerned about the current situation.

no doubt. The scroll that the masked man in the school opened for himself was a prop like Tom Riddle's diary or Pensieve.

It records an event that actually happened, and then allows itself to witness the event, in order to convey some kind of message to itself.

But, what does this have to do with my pursuit of the Illusion Curse?

The black man searched for a long time, but he didn't find what he wanted.

Finally, he drew his wand, and began to nod around in the air. Bookshelves, porcelain, floors, even the women on the ground were not spared.

Suddenly, just as his wand touched a marble globe, the globe spun. The black wizard immediately put away his wand, lay down on the globe and studied it carefully for a while.

Finally, he flicked hard, and the globe made a clicking sound.

Suddenly there was a rumbling sound on the luxurious mahogany floor.

It's a trap and secret door!

The secret door was pitch black, bottomless, and seemed to lead to an unknown area.

The drunken woman on the floor began to wake up slowly due to the sound of the door opening, but the black wizard didn't pay attention, and he seemed a little excited.

He walked quickly to the secret door. The wand was lit, but just as the wand was lit.

Goo!

A deep roar came from the dark tunnel.

A feeling of extreme danger emerged.

It was weird, this feeling came directly from Hoffa, as if he was a black wizard. He didn't know what was going on, but subconsciously wanted to back away.

At this moment, the control of the black wizard's body came to Hoffa's hands, and he took a step back.

That's it.

The air machine was instantly locked.

Then, a nearly five-meter-long huge scarlet tongue shot out from the darkness, directly piercing the black wizard's chest, which was also Hoffa's chest.

An incomparable and real great pain swept through Hoffa's mind, this is not fake! It's real!

His chest was pierced!

Cuckoo's blood spurted out.

Black wizard, no, Hoffa fell to the ground.

A woman's terrified scream and the sound of a wine bottle shattering could be heard beside her ear, and her eyes were completely dark.

Hoffa didn't have time to think, he just let out a breath, and then died instantly.

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It could be a second, or it could be a century.

clang!

clang!

A burst of church bells mixed with the sound of fluttering birds came to Hoffa's ears, people around were chatting, and the wheels were turning.

Hoffa woke up from the excruciating pain.

In front of me, there was still a busy street, and it was a sunny morning.

The coachman driving a black carriage creaked past, and the kerosene lamp of the carriage made a tinkling sound. The early-rising cook at the side is carrying a basket and bargaining at the wooden stalls on the street to choose vegetables.

What a peaceful daily scene.

Hoffa was stunned, what's going on?

The scene of the inexplicable death just now is still vivid in his memory, the feeling of powerlessness that blood flowed from his chest is so real, and the despair brought by that pain still makes his chest feel congested.

He wanted to breathe, but found he couldn't.

Because the control of the black man's body was no longer his own, 'he' stood under the wooden sign of the tavern again, looking around gloomyly.

What made him even more desperate happened, the entrance of the luxurious big villa in front of him. A potbellied old man came out, dressed like a Muggle MP, with a hangover blue face and displeasure of getting up early for work.

Then, he got into the car, closed the door, and the carriage left.

As the old man left, the black wizard moved. He walked into the alley. Exactly the same action as before.

hateful!

Hoffa wanted to stop it, but how a completely incorporeal existence could stop this guy from dying, Hoffa didn't know.

In the alley, the black wizard stretched out his hand to grab the protrusion of the Roman column, and quickly climbed to a higher place. Hoffa was in a hurry, he couldn't speak, he couldn't move, he could only watch.

"Alahoo is open." The black man took out his wand and opened the window again.

The wizard jumped into the room, and the room was the same as before, with scattered wine bottles, beauties, splayed postures, and even the saliva at the corners of his mouth...

The black wizard found the globe and opened the tunnel.

The low roar reappeared.

That's right, at this very moment.

Control passed to Hoffa.

"I cao!"

After uttering a national curse, Hoffa ran away subconsciously, trying to jump out of the window. He didn't want to experience another heart-piercing pain.

However, things backfired.

The thick red tongue still pierced through the dark tunnel, caught up with Hoffa in an instant, and nailed him to the window sill like lightning.

The woman screamed, and the sound of the wine bottle breaking slowly faded away.

GG.

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clang!

clang!

The church bell rang again, and Hoffa returned to the starting position.

There is still a busy street in front of me.

Cheerful chatting cook.

A driver with a hurried look.

Hoffa didn't react for a while.

As the bed-ridden old congressman stepped into the carriage unhappily, the black wizard resolutely led Hoffa into the shadow of death.

"Depend on!"

Hoffa completely understood now, he was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.

This is a real somatosensory game!

Damn, people in the 21st century haven't developed anything. Fortunately, these wizards invented it in 1938.

There is no doubt that during the entire scene process, I will gain about 3 seconds of control.

And within 3 seconds, he had to make the correct response and choice in order to change his death. Otherwise, you will experience the pain of death again and again.

The masked person said that she let herself be at her own risk. What kind of magical props did she use for herself? Riddle's diary in the original book didn't have this effect either.

Also, what kind of lunatic is raising a huge magical creature in the villa, what is this black wizard trying to steal. Was the real him in history dead or alive in the end?

But these questions remain unanswered.

As the black wizard climbed up to the villa, he opened the windowsill. After entering the room and dealing with the mechanism, the control came to Hoffa again.

Life and death are in the blink of an eye.

A low growl sounded in the dark passage.

Hoffa is not a fool, he immediately thought of the incantation that the inexplicable voice reminded him in the white light - Disillusionment.

The sense of danger made his scalp explode, but this time, Hoffa did not choose to escape, he directly manipulated the black wizard to draw out his wand.

"Disler Falconment!"

At this moment, the magic power flowed from the wand and began to flow all over Hoffa's body, as if a basin of cold water was pouring down his head.

Hoffa's figure began to blur, and this spell was the illusion spell.

But it is a pity that Hoffa, who used the illusion spell for the first time, was not proficient, and many syllables and movements were not standard.

He didn't really sneak up, just blurred his body.

But the red tongue seemed to be affected by the magic power. It staggered its direction and directly penetrated Hoffa's left rib, piercing Hoffa's lungs and stomach.

After staying for a second, the tongue that pierced the lungs was retracted like lightning.

This is really painful! !

Hoffa burst into tears, he gasped and fell to his knees. Instinctively covering the big hole in his chest, he was gasping heavily, like a broken gong, the stomach acid was seeping into his chest cavity, and he would die of suffocation and poisoning. It feels more painful than dying directly.

Nearby, the woman howled and threw everything in sight at Hoffa.

Then, in the gradually blurred vision.

He saw a huge lizard slowly crawling out of the dark corridor. Its head was the size of a car, with three protruding eyes, and its body was covered with vertical scales, like a cold chameleon.

In the next second, the lizard opened its mouth wide, rolled its tongue, and dragged Hoffa into the huge mouth full of sharp teeth