381 Chapter 35, The Serpent of the Sky

The giant snake coiled and circled, hissing and spitting at Hoffa. But Hoffa didn't look at the snakes. Instead, he stared firmly at the man sitting high up. The man jumped out of the skylight and landed slowly from the sky. His forest green robe fluttered, and he landed very gracefully and peacefully in the abandoned hall.

"Bach, long time no see." The man hissed.

"Riddle."

Hoffa narrowed his eyes.

Riddle's appearance has changed, he vaguely still has the same handsome face as before, but his eyes are blood red, and there are scorched black marks around them, as if his eyes were burned by fire.

"Why did you stop me?" Hoffa asked.

Riddle grinned, and licked his lips with his scarlet tongue.

"Why? Because you are going to kill my people."

Taking advantage of the moment Hoffa was imprisoned, Sylby escaped, stumbled to Riddle's feet, knelt down beside him, and called softly, "Master."

Hoffa's shock at this moment was no less than the shock he had just seen when Sylby entered Beauxbaton. A huge amount of information swept into his mind, and the simple word "Master" contained the content as much as a thick novel.

But soon, Hoffa figured out the joints.

"You're playing with fire, Riddle." He whispered, "This is out of your control."

"Really?" Tom gently stroked the head of Sylby, who was kneeling beside him, with his fingertips across Delfina's scalp, scalding the burnt breath, Riddle lowered his head and said in a gloomy and strange tone : "Are you teaching me how to do things, Bach?"

A scorched black snake was drawn on Silby's forehead, but he was completely unmoved. He just leaned on Riddle's thigh and said quietly: "Master, I swear to follow in your footsteps forever." After finishing speaking, Still smiling at Hoffa.

Hoffa closed his eyes and murmured, "It's true. The world is impermanent."

As soon as the words fell, the three big snakes opened their bloody mouths and bit his head.

Before the big mouthful of blood fell, blood spurted out. However, it was the blood of three giant snakes. Their snake bodies wrapped around Hoffa's body were pierced by countless sharp feather knives. Huge wings protruded from Hoffa's back, and the sharp feathers cut the giant snake into dozens of pieces.

Tom Riddle didn't talk nonsense, he flicked his wand directly, and a dozen green lights burst towards Hoffa. There is also a black air in the green light.

Hoffa disappeared into the physical world.

Tom Riddle is an old opponent, and he knows that nothing good will happen if this man disappears. Immediately pulling Sylby to apparate and disappear in mid-air, and then apparating, they appeared on a raised sculpture head on the sky gate of Beauxbaton Castle.

"Master, be careful, he is much stronger than before, I'm afraid his magic power has recovered more than half." Sylby said to Riddle, paralyzed on the ground.

"That's the best way to kill and have a sense of accomplishment."

Riddle hissed, shaking with excitement.

Puff.

A slight cracking sound came from somewhere high up.

Tom Riddle's complexion changed, he swung his wand wide open and closed, circles of blue Fiendfire completely enveloped them, and then, Fiendfire fired a flame bomb and smashed towards the place where the sound came from.

Accompanied by a loud rumbling noise, all twenty flame bombs hit the same place, and the violent green flames illuminated the sky and clouds.

After more than ten seconds of continuous bombing, Fiendfire surrounding Tom Riddle slowly dissipated. He and Silby looked at the top of the bombed and devastated Skygate.

The smoke dissipated.

They saw a gleaming golden thing standing at the highest point of the sky gate under the sun.

The green residual flame burned on the golden mass, and soon disappeared.

Upon closer inspection, the shiny golden things turned out to be wings, and every feather on the wings was as sharp as a knife. After the fiendish fire was exhausted, the wings slowly opened, revealing the existence that was like pouring gold inside. That existence didn't have many human forms, only claws like hooks, and a metal bird head with long blade feathers. The bird head had a sharp beak like casting pure gold. And the golden eyes, the whole existence almost blinds people's eyes.

"It's only a small half of Sylby, you overestimate me. Otherwise, you are already dead." Hoffa in the form of a birdman who was kicking on the wall said slowly, his voice was golden and iron.

"Scary stuff."

Sylby shook his head and smiled helplessly.

"I really fucking want to kill you."

Tom Riddle hissed.

"Why, because I destroyed one of your soul fragments?"

The bird man said mechanically: "How many times have you divided it now, six times, or seven times? If there are too many lice, it doesn't matter if one is missing."

Without any warning, Tom Riddle stretched out his yew wand, and the overwhelming extremely cold wind blew on Hoffa, freezing his legs and feet on the sky gate at a speed visible to the naked eye. Tom Riddle swiped his wand, and five or six huge dementors flew out of the cold wind. They flew towards Hoffa, sucking wildly in their mouths, as if trying to take away all his hope and will.

But Hoffa didn't care about the biting chill brought by the dementors. Compared with the cold wind in Helheim, this level of despair was almost a joke. He pointed his gleaming hand at Riddle.

Riddle noticed something, and immediately jumped a lot to the left with Sylby in hand.

A sharp crossed long sword shot from the ground, slashing dangerously across Riddle's cheek. It was Bediville's long sword, the last knight's sword.

The long sword flew into Hoffa's hand, and he stroked the blade lightly. The intense and dazzling electric light enveloped the sword body, and the torrential energy turned the surrounding dementors into fragments and fly ash.

Afterwards, the metal bird's claws and wings shook heavily, and with a huge collapse, the sky gate and the ice blocks were all shattered, and the golden birdman suddenly disappeared at the height of the sky gate.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Tom Riddle pulled Sylby to Apparate again.

"too slow."

Hoffa appeared behind Tom Riddle in an instant, raised his lightning sword, and slashed straight at Silby's head. It can be predicted that as long as this sword strikes, both Sylby and Tom Riddle will be dismembered on the spot.

In a moment of life and death, Sylby threw a wand. That was Hoffa's old wand, and when Hoffa saw the wand, he didn't stop in his hand. It would be great if these three guys could be dealt with here.

However, the wand was floating in the air, and thick black air gushed out from the castle below the sky gate and poured into the tail of the wand. That humble branch began to deform and expand, and finally turned into a huge super silver cross sword.

Ding!

Accompanied by a pleasant loud noise.

The cross sword cuts on the cross sword.

The air waves scattered the surrounding clouds.

"Hey, buddy, today you are considered to be very good." Sylby hid behind the cross sword and said, "Farewell."

As soon as the words fell, Tom Riddle dragged Sylby to Apparate and disappeared into Beauxbatons. This time, the apparition's magic fluctuations were particularly strong. It was obvious that the apparition had gone far away, and it was difficult to catch up again.

In the air, Hoffa's face was cloudy and uncertain. This sword that was poised to kill was actually blocked by his magic wand. It seemed that the magic wand blocked the sword spontaneously. This feeling was like being green, which made him especially accurate.

He fell to the ground from the height of the Sky Gate, the birdman form disappeared, and he reverted back to the ordinary human form with black clothes and black hair.

The giant sword also fell from the height of the Sky Gate, and it was heavily inserted into the ground, cutting the entire fountain square in half.

Hoffa turned around with the cross sword in his hand, and looked warily at the giant sword not far away. If the God of Nightmares hadn't lied to him, this wand would be its shelter. If the Nightmare God wants to fight him again, his current magic power level may not be enough to support him in another high-level battle.

However, he didn't get any response to his vigilance. The giant sword that was sharp and majestic just now was limp like a worm. It kept shrinking and deforming, and finally turned back into a branch again.

Hoffa rushed to the wand in three steps and two steps, and picked it up. He didn't have any special feeling, he didn't have the kind of intimacy when he touched the wand for the first time, and he didn't even have a sense of blood connection, and some were only mediocre and strange. Look again at the characteristic "seal" on the bottom of the wand.

The lettering on the seal is faded and dull, barely noticeable.

Hoffa gradually recalled that the one in the crystal ball was the God of Nightmare, and the God of Nightmare was the core of this wand. The reason why he could feel the kindness of the blood was that the God of Nightmare chose him.

But now, the Nightmare God has given up on him.

shit like thing

Hoffa cursed secretly with a branch.

Lost and recovered, but there is no joy of lost and recovered. Resisting the urge to poke it out on the spot, he put the branch in his arms, treating it as a souvenir.