195 Chapter 62

Under the same sky where burning embers were flying, on the other side of London, the British Ministry of Magic was in a mess. Spires blown up by spells and collapsed buildings can be seen everywhere.

The peacock-blue ceiling was inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, the walls on all sides were blown to pieces, and the black and shiny dark wood boards were scattered all over the place.

On the shattered wooden boards, there were many corpses lying in disorder, as well as severely injured people who were convulsed. Some of them were cursed, and some were directly smashed in the head by a blunt instrument.

Going forward, there are magic wands floating in the sky one by one, with different up and down, floating in the magnificent but dilapidated hall.

Under the flying magic wand, there are two parties, tensely confronting each other. On one side were heavily armed Aurors and Ministry of Magic officials. With their backs to the statues of centaurs and wizards, they formed a circle that contained the highest echelons of the Ministry of Magic.

And in front of them, there are countless wizards in prison uniforms, with crazy and cruel smiles, surrounded from all directions.

Leading the group of prisoners was a man in a black cloak, surrounded by a crowd, looking haggard. Walking is like walking dead, and like a body without a soul.

When he was tens of meters away from the crowd, the haggard man raised his hand. All the prisoners stopped, and he staggered forward alone.

Against the backdrop of other people around him, the man's eyes were empty, numb, without any light. He is the warden of Azkaban, Vincent, who was planted with spiritual seeds by Grindelwald.

Then, another bald man walked out from the crowd belonging to the Ministry of Magic. He was wearing a navy blue robe, his expression was serious and pale, but he was still very calm. That was the current British Minister of Magic, Leonard Spann. Sai Moon.

"Vincent, what's going on, please explain! Why did all the prisoners in Azkaban escape?"

The warden raised his head, looked at the Minister of Magic, and said numbly: "Mu En, it's over, we lost, surrender."

"Surrender? Just because of a monster?" the Minister of Magic snapped.

The warden said: "If you don't stop the dragon, Muggles and most wizards will die in madness. Moon, think about it."

"Have you met Grindelwald?" The Minister of Magic's eyes were as sharp as a knife.

The warden nodded mechanically.

"when?"

"It's useless to ask these questions. I'm just here to tell you the established fact that this country has already lost."

He pointed to the sky, and in the distance, the sound of the invisible dragon breathing in the sky resounded through the sky.

"That monster is like an infectious agent. Sooner or later, it will infect everyone in this world with nothingness. We must find a way to stop it."

"Then what does this have to do with our surrender?" The Minister of Magic was puzzled.

The haggard warden shook his head: "Because only Grindelwald can stop it. The Aurors you sent have been wiped out."

"Why didn't he come and talk to me himself?" cried the Minister for Magic. "Why did he send you here?"

"He said because he had some personal matters to attend to."

"you!"

The Minister of Magic was about to step forward, but was held back by the Auror behind him. He lost his voice, "You let him come to see me in person!"

"I'm just a messenger."

The warden raised his head and looked straight into the eyes of the Minister of Magic: "Grindelwald said, it doesn't matter to you whether you surrender or not. Whenever he wants to kill the dragon, he can kill it whenever he wants, and maybe he will accompany it Play."

The suppressed silence engulfed the crowd, and finally, Minister of Magic Leonard gritted his teeth and asked:

"What does he want?"

"Repeal all existing rules. Expose wizards, and wizarding society, to natural selection."

"impossible!"

Leonard's eyes were sharp, "Don't expose it, this is the wizard's law that our ancestors have lived by for generations!"

"Then there's nothing I can do. I was also forced, so don't blame me." Vincent finished softly, turned around and disappeared among the countless prisoners.

Countless prisoners of Azkaban stepped forward one after another, raising their wands, and officials of the Ministry of Magic also chanted spells at the same time. The magic that surges in the air can tear almost every molecule in the environment.

The war is imminent.

However, at this moment, a group of black shadows flew across the sky.

Fire dragons of different shapes descended from the sky, and a man jumped off the dragon's back and landed on the ground.

He raised his hand and shouted: "Wait a minute."

The distance between the prisoners and the officials of the Ministry of Magic was filled by more than a dozen fire dragons. They lined up, opened their sharp mouths, and breathed out flames, pushing back the prisoners who were about to move.

Fatil jumped off the dragon's back and walked quickly to Vincent: "Where is Grindelwald, I want to negotiate terms."

Warden Vincent looked at Fatil, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, but then, the gleam of light dimmed again:

"It's too late, Draces. No one can stop him. There is no hope in this world. We have no other choice but to play with him to the end."

As soon as the words fell, some prisoners tried to rush forward directly against the body of the fire dragon. Those violent fire dragons immediately opened their mouths and bit off the limbs of several prisoners, but at this time, those prisoners were like dead soldiers who couldn't feel pain, screaming and rushing forward.

Fatil raised his arm again and shouted, "Stop it all."

His voice forcibly suppressed the fire dragons that were about to move.

He looked at the warden and spoke very fast: "Give us one hour, and after one hour, what should you do."

The warden raised his head numbly: "There is no point in struggling."

Fatil: "Give it a try anyway."

After a moment of silence, the warden twisted his muscles and pulled out a smile: "Who gave you this illusory hope, Drasses?"

On the other side, Hoffa staggered up the river bank. Looking at the fiery red sky like the doomsday, despair was felt for a moment. The completely uncontrollable self is so terrifying.

He was out of breath and exhausted. The pervasive heat almost parched Hoffa to dryness.

That fiery sky hung above it like blood, piercing the dark blue fjords and cities. At this moment, the creature was vague and huge, hundreds of feet long, with a long, sharp tail and a head shaped like a lion's head. Rolling in the treacherous and gloomy thick fog, the whole body is covered with red scales, and there is a hot orange-white light in the gaps of the scales.

He glanced at his wrist, the magic watch used to store magic power was smashed by the dragon in the battle just now.

Sure enough, the one who knows oneself best is always oneself.

His weakness was clearly seen in the dragon's eyes. Without the magic watch, he simply couldn't support such a high-intensity crazy battle.

Beside him, groups of terrified and desperate crowds, with distorted expressions and hands holding their heads tightly, their bodies seemed to be distorted and blurred, they were running wildly and shouting, the sky behind them showed a strange color, as if there was something What evil power is going to befall the same.

Infected by these people, Hoffa felt fear, trembling in fear, and a feeling of loneliness and depression that could not be described in words. The force almost made him howl.

But he stubbornly persisted, gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice: "You are close enough to yourself."

After finishing speaking, he tore off the magic watch in his hand, looked up and looked around.

At this time, he found that the place where he landed was a Muggle airport, and several Muggle Spitfires were parked in the distance. It has a greenish-blue-gray livery with blue and red double rings on the golden wings.

Immediately, he thought about it.

In the sky, the roar of the giant dragon became louder and louder, and the indescribable spiritual power contained in that voice made everyone in London fall into madness and despair.

Some weak-minded people had painful expressions, twisted, and slammed their heads against the wall to death. Some people chose to hold the gun in their mouth, and shot the back of their head off

On the ground, Hoffa taxied up, his first attempt at flying something like this, but he had no other choice.

The plane flew into the sky, Hoffa pressed the button, and the wings sprayed fire snakes, which landed on the scales of the dragon. But it didn't even penetrate its cuticle.

But that got its attention. When the giant dragon saw the small plane in the distance, it laughed out loud.

Its body deformed again, and with a red fire thunder falling from the sky, the magic power in all directions was directly drawn out, and a pair of wings grew out of its entire body. At this moment, it became a six-winged giant beast.

The giant beast with scales on its back, carrying thick liquid-like plasma and extremely strong magic waves, disappeared on the spot.

Hoffa didn't dare to look back, he only turned on the horsepower to the maximum, and rushed towards the Atlantic Ocean without looking back.

Passing through the clouds, he looked sideways, and it appeared in the blood-red sky, this time, it turned into a charged dragon. That's his own shape-shifting ability, and he's wrapped around thunder and lightning. He rushed towards himself extremely fast.

Without hesitation, he lowered the plane, and the plane trailed a long exhaust before disappearing in front of the dragon. The dragon also followed the plane and flew down the clouds.

The plane broke through the clouds and was falling rapidly downwards. He left the range of the land, and the rough Atlantic Ocean was below.

On the rough Atlantic Ocean, there are countless warships moored at this moment, some of them are German and some are British.

They are at war.

Seeing this scene, the flying dragon screamed excitedly.

Oddly enough, the more hysterical it is, the more utterly rational Hoffa becomes.

He looked at the instrument panel in front of him, and quickly controlled the plane with his hands, quickly turning from unfamiliarity to proficiency.

The plane dived to a height of several tens of meters above the Atlantic Ocean, and passed by the steel warship like lightning.

With a violent explosion, the giant dragon slammed into the warship with unparalleled strength, smashing the warship into pieces.

These huge warships could only stop its speed for a moment, and the astonishing explosion didn't even blow through its hard skin.

Hoffa didn't care about the explosion behind him at all. At this moment, his brain was in high-speed geographic operation.

He looked into the distance, nine nautical miles away, there was a white sandy land. It was a perfect place for him to achieve his goals.

boom! !

Behind him, the hot breath caught up.

Hoffa pulled the joystick, and the Spitfire dodged the breath and flew towards the distant sand dune island.

But at the same time, accompanied by a violent sonic boom, the Void Dragon flapped its wings and directly broke through the speed of sound.

It sucked the exhaust, spread its wings, and overtook the Muggle plane. The sharp claws hooked the tail of the plane and threw it high into the sky.

Among the black smoke and debris, Hoffa on the plane was like a nestling chick, wrapped in the dragon's arms, and thrown into the sky.

Hoffa fell from a high altitude, a smile cracked at the corner of his mouth.

On the surface of the sea, a big wave more than one meter high hit head-on, and the burning plane rolled and crashed into the sea. It exploded violently.

boom! !

At the moment of the explosion, Hoffa's eyes flashed, and he wrapped himself with wings on his back, and curled up into a ball. The impact of the explosion sent him directly to the isolated island, plowing a bottomless groove on the gray sand. mark.

He stumbled up from the sand, all in tatters and wounds everywhere. At this moment, his magic power has completely bottomed out. The wings on the back became invisible.

The giant dragon descended from the sky and smashed heavily on the surface of the Atlantic Ocean.

The sea turned into a stormy sea, hundreds of meters of sea water did not reach the dragon's neck.

With intense heat, it crawled out of the ocean step by step like a monster like Godzilla, and climbed onto the sand dune island where Hoffa stood.

"Run, why don't you run?"

The dragon tilted its head, made a rumbling sound, and stared at the other superego playfully with its human-like eyes.

"There's nothing to run about."

Hoffa stretched his neck: "It's the place, let's negotiate."

"Haha, are you going to take a gun from your crotch and put it on my head?" The Void Dragon laughed,

"Muggle toys are useless to me, my kindness, without magic power, you are nothing but a waste, why do you negotiate with me?"

Hoffa wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded, "You're right, I don't have magic power, I'm just a waste. But you are like me, you don't have magic power, aren't you also a waste?"

"How is it possible, my magic power is absorbed from all things in the world, and it is endless." The dragon laughed loudly, "How is it possible for me?"

Laughing and laughing, the smile stayed on his face.

Hoffa tilted his head, unusually calm: "What are you laughing at?"

The dragon took a step back. It looked at its own claws, and its body began to tremble involuntarily. Afterwards, the body of several hundred meters shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye.