Chapter 325 Chapter 47

Hogwarts, the dance is in full swing.

The wizard musicians are working hard on the stage, and the repertoire they play is Dmitrievich Shostakovich's "Second Waltz".

Accompanied by the elegant waltz, the Hogwarts warriors danced with their partners, and other students also poured into the dance floor, showing their own charm along with the music.

At the edge of the dance floor, Miller, disguised as Moody, laughed exaggeratedly. He kicked his wooden legs and walked through the crowd with a beautiful Beauxbaton girl in his arms.

All those who saw him gave him kind and understanding looks: "Good dance, Professor Moody."

"Ron, you sycophant, your dad still knows you are so good at sycophancy, he probably wakes up laughing from his dream."

"The dress is beautiful, Professor Moody."

"Professor Moody, tonight is really wonderful."

"Yes, except that you have all become puppets, idiot!"

Whenever anyone spoke to him like that, Miller would laugh and nod, hurling insults at everyone in the most obscene terms. But they hadn't heard of it, and instead confronted him with more eager dancing and a more positive attitude.

"Miller. Miller, can you hear me.?"

The looming shout appeared in Miller's ear, the voice was very low, he turned a deaf ear to it, and began to dance wildly with the beautiful student of Beauxbatons in his arms. They stepped on tango steps and danced from one side of the auditorium to the other. While dancing wildly, he asked the girl in his arms, "Do you believe that I will blow up this auditorium immediately, and no one will stop it?"

"Oh, your jokes are really funny."

The girl in his arms looked at him with dreamy eyes, which were no different from looking at a lover.

"Joke, do you want to hear a joke?"

Miller stepped on the tango, made the girl spin seven hundred and twenty degrees, and pulled her into his arms again.

"Of course, please tell me."

"I still remember the French girl I saw last time. She was a driver of a Muggle car. Do you know about Muggle cars?"

"I know." The girl said eagerly, "my grandfather was a Muggle."

"Ha, that's very interesting. She came to London to visit me, and her English is not good. When she drove to Regent Street, the sign ahead indicated a left turn. She was not sure, so she asked me: "Turn left?"

I said: "right" and she bumped into the fire hydrant on the right! Hahahaha~"

"You're really interesting. Even if you're French, your English isn't that bad." The girl said out of breath. Because Miller's movements were too intense, the blonde girl's forehead had seen fine drops of sweat.

Miller came to the bar with his arms around the girl.

"Two glasses of brandy," he ordered without hesitation. Two glasses of spirits garnished with olives appeared in front of him.

"I don't drink," said the Beauxbatons girl in an ethereal voice.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, French bitch."

Miller raised his head and poured a large glass of brandy, then raised his head and poured another glass, pressing his palms on the table, trembling.

"Are there really other French girls coming to play with you?"

"Don't look at me. Hiccup. In this way, I was very handsome when I was young. I also have a sister who is also a famous beauty. My sister has a best friend who is French."

Miller stared at the front, trying to find Dumbledore, but found no trace of the old wizard.

"real or fake?"

The French female student said suspiciously, "I don't think you look like you have a sister."

"Hahahaha, guess what."

Miller ordered another glass of spirits and poured it down: "I used to suffer from schizophrenia, but now we have recovered."

"Haha, you are so funny."

"Damn, I'm not kidding."

"Then your attending doctor must be very good."

Miller was stunned, and Hoffa's dying body seemed to appear before his eyes again. He smashed the wine glass and pulled the girl back into the dance floor.

boom! !

A Roman column in the Arena of Eternity was smashed to pieces by a boy with gray hair and golden eyes. Under the toppled Roman column, a man with injuries all over his body fled in embarrassment.

After a few steps, a blood-red shadow rushed out from the smoke. While running wildly, his back grew wings, his lips were torn to the base of his ears, and were full of sharp teeth.

"Blood!"

boom! !

It was another shocking blow.

A huge gap was blown out of the entire duel arena, and Nowhere Specter was blasted into the sky by the force of the explosion. Faced with such a huge destruction, Avada not only did not stop it, but danced excitedly on the balloon.

"Who is the real Hofferbach, the one who got away?"

"NO!!"

The ghost in the stands said no.

"The one chasing?"

"YES!!"

Tens of thousands of ghosts affirmed.

"Hahahahahaha~ You guys made me so confused, I don't know, I'm so confused, I'm so confused, Avada shook his head out of the phantom: "But I really can defeat the counterfeit, right? right! ? Well, well, it’s such a happy decision, whoever wins is the truth, hahahaha! ! "

Awada's frantic voice and ghost's shouts disturbed Hoffa, and the pursuit of the guy with his own body made him even more embarrassed.

He fled embarrassingly in the billowing smoke with his ears pressed, and Miller had left a drop of blood on his head before he entered the underworld. He said that as long as he needs the magic spell, he can contact him briefly for about an hour, but when he really needs the magic spell the most, the guy is silent.

"Miller, Miller, did you hear me!?"

He shouted unremittingly, and suddenly, some kind of mysterious spiritual link appeared in his forehead through the space, and his body moved somewhat uncontrollably.

Hoffa was overjoyed. He thought it was Miller who heard his cry, so he stopped immediately.

The moment he stopped, the Son of the Night God who was wreaking havoc and chasing after him also stopped, and stopped a hundred meters away from him, looking at him with vigilant eyes.

"You still have your own consciousness."

Hoffa gritted his teeth.

"Blood"

The body bowed like a beast, and its footsteps slowly turned along the sandy ground.

"I won't run away, that man won't run away!"

Awada knelt on the balloon, with his neck protruding from the edge of the balloon, and he said in a trembling tone: "Is Hofabach going to face his own body? Facing the body that was given by the night Blessed body, that body cursed by day?"

The tens of thousands of ghosts in the stands also poked their heads long, and became unusually quiet. Some ghosts even put their palms in their mouths, expecting Hoffa's Jedi counterattack or being torn to pieces by wild beasts.

Hoffa slowly raised his arm, pointing straight ahead. Put your feet together, lift your right foot, the toe is close to the heel of the left foot, use the right toe as a support, and slowly stand on tiptoe.

"Oh woo~"

The ghosts gasped in unison.

"Are you coming?"

"Is it coming!?"

Awada stared at the boss, and said ecstatically. The microphone in his hand even turned into an ultra-long telescope tens of meters long. He held the tens of meters long telescope in front of his eyes, which was very funny.

"Is it coming? How will he overcome his own flesh?"

Hoffa turned around, pointed at the stands, and then touched his crotch. Legs crossed, twisting constantly on the sand, it seems to be moving forward, but in fact it is retreating.

Holding up the binoculars, Awada shouted in shock: "Look, what is he doing? Is that some kind of mysterious spell-casting action?"

On the sandy ground, Hoffa spun gorgeously and then waved his hands, as if breaking something, and the entire Eternal Arena echoed the broken glass figure. His movements are as agile as a dragon sailing out to sea, full of the beauty of power, and like a milk swallow piercing through the forest, his gestures are full of chic and freehand.

"He's dancing!!"

"He's fucking dancing!!"

Avada finally came to his senses, he growled and said, "He actually started spacewalking on the Eternal Arena, as expected of that man, did he go crazy!?"

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" After roaring, Avada shed tears excitedly, "Sure enough, I can see everything after living for a long time! It's because my thinking is too rigid, too rigid!"

Afterwards, he stood up from the clown balloon and opened his arms with the world in his heart.

"bring it on!"

Countless flags protruded from the surroundings of the Eternal Arena, and even a huge LED wall appeared, with dozens of colorful laser spotlights flashing on the top of the wall.

"Since he is so interested, how can I lag behind as the host, come on, baby, I haven't used you for a long time!"

As he spoke, Awada turned into five people, each holding a microphone, a guitar, a drum kit, an electronic organ, and a flute.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a billie jean from the modern singer Michael Jackson, I, Avada, will send it to you."

"Hush!!!!"

It was such a comical scene that all the ghosts hissed angrily, which was very different from what they wanted to see.

"Get off!"

"A bunch of lunatics!"

"Kill him quickly!!"

On the battlefield, Hoffa was about to go crazy, and his terrifying body was watching him with extreme vigilance. But he uncontrollably took a moonwalk on the sand. What the hell is Miller doing in the real world?

The crazy atmosphere at the scene did not affect the son of the night god in any way. In the distance, the golden-eyed and gray-haired boy released his defensive stance. He thrust his palm into his chest, and withdrew another palm, bringing out a puddle of blood. The blood fell on his ferocious face like a beast, causing him to There was a hint of holiness on his face.

"Blood"

He bathed in his own blood intoxicated. His body was crazily raised like a balloon, two meters, three meters, four meters, five meters, and at the same time, huge blood-colored wings tore out from his back, and in the blink of an eye, he became a giant with a height of more than ten meters. A monster with hideous bone spurs all over its body.

Bark!

It opened a huge mouth on its chest, in which the Milky Way and stars shone.

The ghosts in the stands screamed wildly. Those bloodthirsty emotions accompanied the body of the son of the night god in the eternal arena to swell, swell, and keep swelling. gushing out.

"Blood!!"

The huge monster rushed towards Hoffa with hands and feet.

"ah!!!"

"kill him!!"

"I can't take it anymore!!"

The ghosts in the stands were about to die from anger for the second time. They did not know where they conjured up rotten eggs, rotten mandarin fish, green vegetable leaves and the like, and rained them on the center of the arena like rain.

In the middle of the arena, Hoffa looked at his other self who was close at hand, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Bastard Miller, what are you doing!?"

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone