The explosion lasted for nearly half a minute.

But for Hoffa, who was at the center of the explosion, it felt like ten years had passed.

Finally, the red light gradually disappeared and the explosion subsided.

The light gradually extinguished, and he floated in the air. There was no blood in his body, and what he saw was desolation.

The entire periphery of Hogwarts turned into a piece of scorched earth, and the flames burned on the land, but did not show any luster. The firelight was completely replaced by the gloomy black wind, and could only appear and disappear in the air.

He stared blankly at the moon in the sky, his face was bloodless, his heartbeat was weak, and his ears fell into a state of temporary deafness.

He lost his activation state, lost his human deformation, and his hair turned gray, exactly the same gray as Silby. His thighs and arms were all exposed, and his body was full of holes. He completely transformed back into an ordinary wizard.

Then, he exhaled a breath, turned his head downward, and slowly fell from the sky, gradually increasing his speed.

Seeing the thin figure falling from the sky, Osivia rushed out desperately, her leg was injured but she was as fast as lightning.

This action was like a fuse lighting explosives, and all the teachers and students rushed towards the falling black shadow.

One second before falling to the ground, Osivia hugged Hoffa, turned over, and blocked the impact of the fall with her body. She hugged Hoffa tightly, as if she was afraid that he would melt if she let go.

Hoffa lost all his strength, and the endless blankness washed Hoffa's spirit and tried to overwhelm him physically.

The tearing pain in every inch of his body made him unable to stand. His brain had lost most of his perception at this moment, and his eyes were filled with inexplicable pale snowflakes.

Going to fall?

Going into coma?

Do you want it to be blank?

But after twitching a few times, he abruptly stopped this weakness and stood up with force, because now was not the time to care about this.

Now that things have developed to this point, he already has a general understanding of Silby's plan. This guy will never do anything without a reason.

He struggled to push Osivia away and stood up. His voice was trembling and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't... mind me, Hogwarts Orb... Where is the Hogwarts Orb?"

Osivia was startled, immediately stood up, and started checking around.

But she couldn't find it. She even used the Flying Curse, but it had no effect.

Hoffa held on to the wall and groped around, trying to find the orb that gave him magical power. However, after searching for a long time, it was nowhere to be found.

Then, a faint chuckle sent him directly into the abyss.

"Hey, man, what are you looking for?"

His heart dropped to the bottom. When he looked up again, he saw the legless Silby lying in the flames of the explosion in the distance. He could hardly see many colors, but he could vaguely distinguish the man.

The explosion just now caused great damage to him. He was in terrible shape at the moment. His whole body was in tatters. He only had a mechanical hand on his upper body, and the flesh and blood on his face had been burned until only one eye remained.

Most of the skull is exposed on the head, without a single hair, and the pink brain can be seen in the skull.

But despite this, he still grabbed the stone on the ground with one hand, dragging his broken body, crawling with difficulty, and chuckled:

"It's meaningless. The essence of life is conflict. Without conflict, there will only be more and more people living indifferently, those worthless wastes, sheep, parrots, garbage that follows what others say."

He exerted force on his arms and crawled out of the fire, getting closer to Hoffa.

"Do you think that if you protect them, they will be grateful to you and make changes? No, those people will only enjoy all this with peace of mind. They will still run away, succumb to their instincts, and continue to be protected by your wings.

Live half-heartedly and numbly. Once you make a small mistake, they will eat you alive."

Looking at the man crawling hard on the ground, Hoffa stood up little by little, holding on to the wall, panting:

"You...you talk so many nonsense, do you think you can wrap up your crazy purpose in a high-sounding way?"

"Huh huh huh." Silby dragged his body with one hand and sneered and whispered: "It doesn't matter if it's high-sounding or dirty and dark, the goal is just a goal. There is no good or bad, only success or failure."

Osivia stopped Hoffa, raised her wand, and pointed it at the crawling Silby: "You have lost, everyone will be here soon."

Silby glanced at her, grinned and said, showing a completely toothless smile: "Then kill me, they are coming, you will have no chance. Haven't you always wanted to seek revenge from me? I can't do it now.

If you have no ability to resist, kill me."

Osilvia's wand trembled.

As Silby crawled, he said disdainfully: "Kill me, hurry up."

Osilvia said with difficulty: "You...don't even think about escaping from all this. I won't kill you. I will hand you over to the Wizengamot for trial and let everyone know about your crimes. You will never do it again."

Trying to use anger and hatred to control me."

"Why, are you trying to protect this school?"

Silby withdrew his gaze and looked at Hoffa with interest. He exerted force with one hand and crawled towards Hoffa with little determination.

"Oh my God, man, did you change her? It's so interesting, tell me how you tamed a raging beast into a house pet."

"That's enough!" Osilvia shouted sharply.

"That's enough." Silby propped up his upper body with one arm, "Witness this moment."

As he spoke, he stopped more than five meters away from the two of them. His chest suddenly opened, and among the black mechanical ribs, Silby took out the orb from his chest with one hand.

It turns out that he hid the Hogwarts Orb inside his body.

However, the Hogwarts Orb in his hand at this moment was as dim as dust, no different from an abandoned light bulb that was fragile over time.

He stared closely at Hoffa behind Osivia, and his voice was like a devil whispering: "

"Everything is in my plan. The magic power of the four founders has been exhausted by you. As you can see, I won."

Hoffa and Osivia rushed out at the same time.

Silby smiled slightly. He exerted force with one hand and cracked the Hogwarts Orb in his black palm. The dull luster of the Orb fragments fell from the air little by little.

The moment he broke the orb, Dumbledore and other deans also arrived at the scene, and they all raised their wands.

A golden light as thick as Hoffa's waist flashed past, almost blinding his eyes, and Sylby's upper body immediately vaporized after crushing the Hogwarts Orb.

Bang!

Along with the crystal debris, a black mechanical arm fell to the ground. After a purple arc flashed on its surface, the light disappeared and it completely turned into a dead object.

That was the last part of Silby.

Osilvia looked at Dumbledore in shock, but Dumbledore didn't look at her, but looked at the sky.

The silence after the madness swept over the surroundings, leaving only the black wind that seemed to never stop. The dark night was so dense that it was completely impossible to breathe, as if even the oxygen in the air was struggling to escape from this place.

Dead?

Hoffa turned around and saw a large group of teachers and Aurors standing behind him, with extremely solemn expressions on their faces.

Dumbledore was holding his wand, his auburn beard trembling. His blue eyes sometimes looked to the left, sometimes to the right.

The Minister of Magic and the Aurors he brought also raised their wands and moved them slowly on the ground.

...

...

The silence lasted for about ten seconds, and then Hoffa felt that his mental force field was suddenly compressed to the extreme.

"Hehehehehe..."

At this moment, low laughter, like a gust of cold wind, echoed in the ruins. The laughter lasted for a long time, but there was nothing after that. When the last trace of echo disappeared, the ruins

Silence returned again.

Everyone looked at each other in shock. Hoffa's hair stood on end and he was so weak that he couldn't control himself.

Suddenly, the strong wind rolled up the black mist, and a line of smoke floated in the sky. The deep laughter gradually became joyful, and finally became extremely wanton.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha~"

"Free!"

"Free!!"

“Free!!!”

"I'm back!!!!"

That laughter implied joy and relief, but at the same time it was inexplicably bitter. In that indescribable laughter, the black mist gradually spiraled down, suddenly fell to the ground, and merged into one, violently forming a black figure. At first he was very blurry,

Then it gradually became clear.

He walked out of the black mist little by little, with a graceful figure, a height of 1.8 meters, neat gray hair, handsome facial features, and skin as white and tender as a baby.

He stood naked in front of all the teachers and students of Hogwarts, spreading his arms and laughing.

Arrogant to the extreme.

He's also insane to the extreme.

The next second, Dumbledore and the other Aurors flicked their wands again, and several golden lights hit his chest. But they failed to destroy him like last time.

"Too weak."

The man raised a finger casually, and a tiny shield at his fingertips accurately blocked the golden light. He flicked his fingers and flicked them back like boogers.

Several Aurors were unable to dodge and were penetrated by their own magic. They flew backwards for more than ten meters and fell to the ground. The Minister of Magic cowered in fear and hid in a corner.
To be continued...