Hoffa leaned against the wall, holding the black and white cat, and listened to the conversation in the corridor.

Grindelwald: "What time is it now?"

Dumbledore: "What did you say?"

Grindelwald said indifferently: "Oh, because depending on the time, he may be a human or a dragon now."

Dumbledore: "What do you mean, what dragon?"

Grindelwald: "Albus, you transported fire dragons from other countries back to Hogwarts and asked Fatir Dracese to raise them for you. You even persuaded the alchemist Norbert Hagrid to work for you and let

He produces dragon eggs in batches for you so that you can cultivate a group of elite soldiers who will be invincible on the wizard battlefield.

But, do you think you know him very well? That alchemy madman, do you think you can make him obey if you give him a little profit?"

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Is Norbert Hagrid yours?"

"Tsk, that's not true. Poor Norbert, he only wants to develop the ultimate creature that combines the advantages of all fire dragons. I think you may have heard about it."

Dumbledore, "That's impossible."

"Yes, it is indeed impossible. Because no matter how perfect the body is, without the support of the soul, it is just a joke. But a super body, coupled with Hoffa Bach's soul and instinct that you have suppressed. Tsk tsk tsk...

.Albus, can you imagine that kind of monster?"

Dumbledore took a few steps back and looked at him in disbelief.

Grindelwald spread his hands: "Why, Principal Dumbledore, are you frustrated by losing control of everything? Do you feel that your efforts to control everything are in vain?"

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and put it on Grindelwald's head. The hard tip of the wand tilted Grindelwald's head and pointed his head sideways.

Grindelwald raised a finger.

"A friendly reminder, a monster that is completely out of anyone's control will appear. You and the remaining students may die at any time if you stay here."

Dumbledore's chest heaved violently. He raised his wand, gritted his teeth and said sideways: "Horace, evacuate all students and take them to the station."

The pale Slughorn held his wand levelly and backed away slowly.

After Slughorn was pushed away, Dumbledore asked sternly:

"Where is Bach?"

"It's too late."

"Where is Bach?" Dumbledore shouted, "He is only fourteen years old and has nothing to do with the grudge between you and me."

"What's the grudge between you and me?" Grindelwald sneered, "We have different positions, so don't say those nonsense."

Dumbledore: "What do you want?"

"Oh, have you finally thought of negotiating a deal?"

Grindelwald pointed to the wand pressed against his head.

Dumbledore put down his wand and asked in a low voice:

"Where is Huo Fa Ba He?"

Grindelwald raised his hand:

"OK, I can tell you his location, but the next step is the key. Let's swap, either you let me go, I'll tell you his location, and you go rescue him, or..."

Grindelwald stretched his hand forward: "You can take me to Azkaban."

"you......."

Dumbledore's words faltered and he fell into a speechless silence.

Grindelwald grinned and sneered, "Why, why didn't you arrest Hitler even when he came in front of you? Albus? If you arrest me, most of the wizarding battlefield in Europe will be calmed down."

After he finished speaking jokingly, there was only the sound of depressing breathing in the entire corridor.

"Why, don't speak?" Grindelwald asked softly, "Or do you want to kill me?"

As he spoke, he actually took out the Elder Wand, put it in Dumbledore's hand, and put the wand on his head.

"It's not impossible."

The other professors around him were already stunned. They were holding wands, either looking at each other, or looking at Dumbledore, with no idea at all.

Dumbledore held the Elder Wand, breathless, and his face became paler. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth,

"You...you devil!"

"What about the devil? The devil comes from reality." Grindelwald's expression turned cold as he spoke.

"But I don't create gods. I never create gods that look perfect but are illusory and have no flaws."

The muscles on Dumbledore's face twitched, and the wand in his hand began to tremble. Grindelwald was extremely indifferent:

"Choose, Albus, control me or save Bach."

When this sentence was asked, everyone held their breath, not only the professor holding the wand behind him, but also Hoffa who was eavesdropping upstairs. He felt like an actor walking a tightrope, without any

The safety rope is dangling in the air, but what keeps the spirit balanced is the trust in this school.

Dumbledore stood there, and finally, he said word for word: "Send him to Azkaban."

Half of the professors exclaimed,

"Albus!"

"Albus?"

"Dumbledore!"

"Shut up!" Dumbledore's face was as cold as iron at this moment, and he took a step back.

"Tie up this self-righteous lunatic and send him to Azkaban to await trial."

The professors from the four major colleges hesitated for a moment, but under the order of the vice-chancellor, they still stepped forward and waved their magic wands.

Countless spells spurted out from the wands of various professors, turning into red iron chains to tightly bind Grindelwald, circle after circle, layer after layer.

Grindelwald didn't even look at the restraints on his body. He whispered sarcastically: "A good leader, Albus. Just like you do to your own sister. Over the years, the real you has not changed at all...

..”

Dumbledore put away the Elder Wand, and without thinking, he punched Grindelwald in the face, hitting him until his lips were split and his cheeks were swollen.

But Grindelwald calmly raised his head, licked his lips, and blinked into the distance, as if speaking to an invisible person.

Dumbledore turned around and followed Grindelwald's eyes, but saw nothing.

...

...

Grindelwald's smile was clearly imprinted in Hoffa's eyes.

Just like when a roller coaster reaches its lowest point, the power suddenly cuts off and it can no longer rise.

He leaned against the wall, squatted down slowly, and let out a long breath.

At this moment, he finally understood Grindelwald's plan. He opened up his relationship with Hogwarts and Dumbledore openly.

He understood the other party's plan, but there was nothing he could do. He felt cold and powerless. All persistence lost meaning at this moment. This was a pain that even the dementors in Azkaban had never brought to him.

After sitting for a while, he hugged the cat and slowly wandered around Hogwarts.

Walking to an empty classroom on the third floor, he opened the door and walked in, placing the black and white cat on the podium. He touched the cat's head, kissed her on the head, and whispered: "I'm sorry.

"

The cat meowed, but the meaning was unclear.

Hoffa then walked out of the classroom and locked the door.

He walked alone in the empty Hogwarts, his fingers slowly tracing over the stone bricks carved on the wall for thousands of years. Over the thousands of years, has anyone in this school been like him? Walking alone in the corner, with nothing around him

people.

He completely dropped the pretense.

He began to think, think about himself.

The more he thought about it, the more he discovered his own meaninglessness.

He thought of Miranda, he thought of Silby, he thought of Grindelwald, he thought of Dumbledore, he thought of Fatir.

Everyone has their own plans, everyone has their own goals, except him.

He has always lived in the shadow of others. He passively blocked his opponents, passively helped others, passively accepted other people's ideas, and passively allowed the world to change him.

Except for some simple thoughts, he never thought about what he really wanted. He didn't understand his place in this universe at all.

He has no goals, no parents in his life, no godfather like Sirius, or even an opponent like Voldemort to drive him for revenge. He has no regrets from his past life, and he doesn't think much about material things.

After the initial novelty of contact with magic, he gradually discovered that magic and superpowers were meaningless things.

When I was a child, I thought magic was cool and dazzling, but that was just freshness and curiosity about things I had never seen before. But this kind of curiosity cannot fill one's own emptiness.

He has no pursuit, no motivation, and no goal.
To be continued...