302 Chapter 24, Apparition

the next day.

The continuous rain shrouded the land of London, and the rain crackled on the glass, making people upset.

In Nicolas May's house, Barty Crouch kept turning around in the living room, like a hamster running wildly in a roller, in an infinite loop.

Every time he turned around, he cast his eyes on the boy leaning on the sofa once, but the bald man just had a gloomy face and didn't have any intention of answering him.

Hoffa sat on the couch with a newspaper. In the newspaper, the bold and bold headline is so eye-catching [Horror Scenes at the Quidditch World Cup], and next to it is a flashing black and white photo of the Dark Mark hanging on the treetops.

Behind the photo, a series of events that happened after the Quidditch World Cup finals are eloquently recorded, and the contradictions are all directed at the "mysterious man." No one thinks about Grindelwald at all, and no one even mentions it. There's such a thing as missing people.

This made him puzzled. Could it be that the people in the Ministry of Magic are all blind, can't see that so many people are missing, don't the relatives of the missing people report to the Ministry of Magic, what happened to this world?

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In the basement of the house, there was the sound of medicine boiling, and then, a strong smell of medicine filled the house.

Barty Crouch Jr. finally stopped, rubbing his hands and looking at the basement expectantly.

After a while, Nicole Flamel came out from the basement, holding a few plates in his hand, and there were several tubes of blue potion on the plates.

"What did the Ministry say?"

He came to Hoffa with a plate.

"All the attention is on Voldemort. There is no report of missing persons, or even any statement. These guys are too dead." Hoffa looked at the newspaper expressionlessly.

Nicolas May: "Cornel Fudge was not a wise wizard in the first place. All his attention was on his own position, and he would not cause scandals during his tenure. Besides, even if he had to report missing persons , it may take a week before the missing person is admitted."

Hoffa put down the newspaper with a frown, he always felt that things were not that simple. Grindelwald, the guy hiding in the dark, must have used other methods to hide the news of his massacre, but he still doesn't know it yet.

Nicolas took out a tube of potion from the plate and handed it to Hoffa: "This is a blood-septic potion, it can suppress the blood power in your body, and each sip can last for about an hour."

Hoffa put down the newspaper and picked up the small bottle in front of him. The blue substance in the bottle was slowly rotating under the light of the fire, and some unknown golden debris shone in it, which was very beautiful.

"This thing can effectively fight against the blood power in your body, but you have to remember, use it during the day, it is like an antidote for you, it can help you restore your previous magic power, but at night, this thing is for you It's poison, and you mustn't drink it at night."

"I'm not stupid."

Hoffa muttered, opened the bottle and smelled it, and suddenly, his heart stirred as if being stabbed by a needle, and he made a silent protest. He frowned.

Nicolas May: "I specially made it taste blueberry, I don't know if you like it or not."

Hoffa silently put the potion in his pocket and stood up, "Are you ready, let's go find Voldemort."

"Master." Little Batty held his forehead and groaned, almost fainting from excitement, "Master, I'm coming soon."

"How do we get there?"

Nicole Flamel frowned and asked, "Are you still going there in a Muggle car? Let me tell you first, I haven't been to Voldemort's territory, I haven't been there, and there is no place in my mind, so it is impossible to apparate. "

Hoffa opened his mouth slightly.

Nicole May sighed, "I said, Hoffa, don't you know how to Apparate?"

"I can't Apparate"

Hoffa was a little ashamed. He realized that he had been in the world of Harry Potter for so long and hadn't learned the technique of apparation. Speaking of these years, he has always been busy in completely different areas, rarely going back, and moving short distances, he does not need the ability of apparition, which can cause violent fluctuations in magic power.

"Let's learn it first," Nicolas said, "I'll teach you. After learning how to transfer us directly."

Hoffa immediately nodded and agreed to chop wood and sharpen the knife. But little Barty, who looked excited beside him, groaned in pain, "Why can't you even Apparate?"

"Shut up!"

Hoffa glared at him, "I won't die later!"

Little Barty lowered his head weakly, his eyes were flickering, and he forced a smile, "Mr. Bach said yes, Mr. Bach said yes"

Nicole Flamel waved his wand, moved some furniture in the room, and created an open space on the fireplace: "Apparition is an ancient wizard skill, usually used for long-distance movement, release The way is not difficult, the most important thing is the goal, determination, calmness!

First of all, you need to be very clear about where you want to go, and have a strong desire to go. Finally, don’t be anxious, just count one, two, three, and then enter Apparition leisurely, understand? "

Hoffa nodded. He had heard of these things to some extent, but he had never tried them.

"Step 1: Focus on Your Goal,"

Nicole May stood under a statue of a deer head under the fireplace and said:

"Come on, try shifting here first. There is not much difference between long-distance and short-distance. The only difference is magic power."

Hoffa glanced at the fireplace, and his eyes locked on the small piece of carpet under the deer's head. Normally, it was not difficult for him to concentrate, but during the day he had a headache, and he couldn't concentrate, even though it was rainy outside. , he could also feel the malice of the sun behind the clouds.

As soon as he tried a little bit, the headache became more intense, followed by strong disgust and sleepiness, as if every cell in his body was clamoring to stop casting spells.

Nicole Flamel didn't pay attention to Hoffa's subtle expression as if he was constipated. He saw Hoffa frowning, so he shouted in encouragement: "Okay, one, two, three! It's now, Apparation!"

Snapped!

Accompanied by violent fluctuations in magic power.

Hoffa's angle of view was short, and then he rolled several times on the ground. The soft touch of the wool carpet was on his cheek, and he heard Little Barty's uncontrollable harsh laughter.

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho hoo."

He frowned, and wanted to raise his head but couldn't. He could only see a headless body standing on the ground three meters away. Can remotely control its activities.

Hoffa's head fell to the ground, and the headless body in the distance raised its arms.

Snapped! !

As Nico Flamel raised his wand, a thick purple smoke flashed, and Hoffa's perspective was elevated again. When he regained normal vision again, he had recovered to a full body, with his head still on his neck.

Nicole Flamel slowly put down his wand, a little confused: "How can you separate the body? It is said that a wizard of your level should not make such a low-level mistake."

"Is it okay to lose your head!?"

Hoffa touched his neck, the neck was tight and seamless, there was no trace of the head falling off just now, and there was no pain. It just feels like the muscles are a little twisted.

This made him a little curious and a little scared. Just now, his head and body were separated. This apparition is more dangerous than imagined.

"The brief separation has no effect." Nicole May said with a frown, "It is the space that is distorted by apparition, not your body. If it does not exceed a certain critical point, after unraveling this distortion, your head will still be in place." Physically, but beyond a certain point, you might actually die."

After a pause, he still scratched in puzzlement, "However, it stands to reason that the mental power of a shapeshifter is far superior to that of an ordinary wizard. Apparition should not be difficult for you."

"Yes," Hoffa stretched his neck, and said helplessly, "I still have difficulty during the day, not to mention Apparation, I may even be a bit reluctant to cast Transfiguration."

"I see!"

Nicole May patted himself on the forehead, "Look at my memory, isn't it just right, you come and try the septicemia potion."

Hoffa took out the tube of blue septic blood medicine from his waist, unplugged it, and swallowed it with a frown.

Nicole May had indeed added the flavor of blueberries to it, but this could not alleviate his instinctive aversion to this potion at all.

He drank it in one gulp, as if he drank some kind of extremely viscous oily substance. Before he could swallow it, it stuck to the roof of his mouth and jaw, and was quickly absorbed by the body.

The strong nausea made him bend down suddenly and cover his mouth. But after the nausea faded away, he could feel the beast in his veins gradually sleeping.

Then there was a rare sense of transparency, like staying in a stuffy bathhouse all year round, suddenly walking outside, breathing fresh air, refreshing him. The sun behind the clouds is no longer so annoying, and the light during the day is no longer so glaring, and the body returns to normal after a long absence.

"How does it feel?"

Nicolas asked.

"very good."

Hoffa raised up a finger, and that finger was flexible like a Swiss army knife, constantly transforming into various strange things, for a while it was a goblet, for a while it was a mace, for a while it was a fluttering ribbon, for a while It's a curved snake's head, and a crab's pincers for a while.

"I regained the ability to cast spells during the day, a very effective potion."

"I hope you don't say that tonight," Nicole Flamel muttered, "Come on, try again."

Hoffa stopped fiddling with his fingers and refocused on the carpet under the deer's head.

Nicole Flamel raised his wand: "One two three!"

Snapped.

Accompanied by violent fluctuations in magic power.

A puff of blue smoke drifted past, and Hoffa disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was already standing firmly on the plush carpet without any separation of his body.

"Well"

Little Batty, who was secretly laughing in the corner, fell silent.

Nicole Flamel clapped his hands and smiled: "I just said, this technique is not difficult for you, is it? But you learn it really fast. I think it took me three days of practice when I was young. .”

"It takes that long?"

Hoffa frowned. Although he succeeded quickly, he still didn't like the ability to cast spells in three seconds. He had fought with many wizards hand-to-hand before. Shape, is simply wishful thinking.

"Maybe it's because I don't like to go out, so this ability is useless to me." Nicole May laughed at himself, "Practice and practice, if it goes well, maybe you can master it today, take us Going to Voldemort's hometown."

Hoffa's eyes shifted to the top of the church in the distance outside the window, he closed his eyes, and silently said one, two, three.

Then, crackle.

As if being suddenly squeezed into a thick rubber tube, he couldn't breathe, and every part of his body was under tremendous pressure. However, when he reappeared, he was already standing on the top of the church in the rain.

"It's okay. It's interesting."

After appreciating the apparition technique carefully, he shook his body and said silently, "One, two, three."

Disappeared again.

reappeared.

Every time farther and farther.

It appeared on Regent Street for a while, Big Ben for a while, and King's Cross Station for a while, and it only stayed for three or four seconds in each place.

He is like Li Kui who was affixed with the magic charm by Dai Zong, at the top of the city of London, he kept flickering and couldn't stop at all.

I have to say that after he became familiar with Apparition, he still found it very interesting. Although the magic power fluctuated greatly, and although the casting time was much longer than the extremely fast transformation and ghost walk with no casting time, this Still a very novel experience.

It feels like the invisible and intangible space has become a very elastic substance, which can be twisted, bent, and even swim in it. As long as it is a place that has been there before, any place with impressions will become tentacles. available.

Finally, when he returned to Nicolas May's house, his magic was exhausted by himself. At this time, the septicemia medicine that I drank earlier was about to expire.

The drowsiness and jerkyness brought by the day surged back into his body, and he leaned on the sofa contentedly.

Nicole Flamel asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Hoffa nodded.

"Then when are we going to leave?"

When Nicole Flamel asked, Little Barty put his hands on his chest and looked at him expectantly, trembling with excitement.

"Night." Hoffa said curtly, "I don't want to see him during the day."

"ah night"

Little Barty wailed in pain, and rolled into a ball on the ground with his head in his arms, "Why, I have been waiting for thirteen years. I have been waiting for thirteen years."

"After waiting for thirteen years, do you still mind waiting a few more hours?" Hoffa asked impatiently. The lunatic always urged him from time to time, making him upset.

Little Barty's face was flushed, and romantic fantasies flickered on his face, and he said dreamily: "If you understand the charm of the master, you will find that every second waiting to see him is suffering,"

"ill."

Hoffa ignored him and meditated cross-legged.

"Ah!" Little Barty turned back into the hamster running wildly in the cage after rolling around on the ground for a few times, circling back and forth in the room, empty and lonely.

Finally, when night fell, Hoffa was filled with ample magic power. He finished his meditation and grabbed the arms of Nicolas May and Barty Crouch Jr.

Snapped.

Apparation disappears.

One step is eight hundred miles.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the dilapidated door of the Riddle Mansion with Nicole Flamel and Barty Jr.