Aglaia rode the green dragon and flew quickly over the Forbidden Forest. However, the closer she got to Hogwarts, the harder the green dragon beneath her struggled.

Far behind her, Fatir was riding the Hungarian Horntail, trying to catch up with Aglaia.

Within five hundred meters of the school, the flying Welsh Green Dragon fell from the sky to the ground. It seemed that there was something in that school that made it extremely frightened.

Aglaia didn't care about anything, climbed over from the dragon's back, and rushed towards Hogwarts without hesitation.

Behind her, the Hungarian Horntail also fell from the sky and rolled into a ball. Fatir pushed away the wings of the Horntail and cursed anxiously and angrily: "Stop, you daredevil!"

Aglaia didn't look back, leaving footprints one after another on the snow, and ran towards the black lake.

She didn't know why she wanted to go there, but she just knew she should go there. It was as if there was an invisible thread of fate tugging on her.

When she came to the Black Lake, she saw a lonely figure standing by the lake. The air was filled with a huge spiritual pressure that was hard to breathe. Just a slight touch of this spirit would make people despair.

She shouted: "Hoffa!"

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At the edge of the black lake, Hoffa looked at the huge figure in front of him and said lightly: "Let's do it."

"No, you are in more pain alive now than dead, why should I kill you." The dragon let out a rumble of laughter, and its transparent and sinuous body circled around Hoffa.

"Well, it doesn't feel good to be abandoned by the school that you once sacrificed your life to protect."

It exhaled hot breath from its mouth and mocked: "Is this your ideal school?"

The dragon's words were like sharp thorns, each one attacking his weaknesses. He had known these things for a long time, but he never wanted to admit it, nor did he want to face it.

"I didn't do those things to gain recognition," Hoffa said stiffly.

"Then what are you doing for?"

"I just did it because it was right." Hoffa said numbly, and he began not to believe it.

"Hahahahahaha..."

The giant dragon raised its head and let out a loud mocking cry.

"Right? What's the difference between right and wrong? What if the majority of people become **? Do you think that is wrong?"

"What if most people are destroying the world? Hmm? Do you think it's wrong to eat fish? Do you think it's wrong to cut down trees? Even if humans wipe out one-third of other species in the world, do you think it's wrong?

What?

No, no one cares. People will tell you it’s necessary, it’s for survival.”

"Shut up!" Hoffa covered his ears and shook his head in despair, "No, evil is evil."

Dragon: "What is evil? Who defines evil? Do you really know?"

Hoffa covered his ears: "I don't know..."

The dragon whispered like a devil: "I tell you, if more than 50% of people make a profit, it is right, and if more than 50% of people lose, it is wrong. A simple mathematical model, plus a simple morality

At a higher level, you can use rules to determine right and wrong, good and evil.

All rules are formulated to serve survival and the continuation of this ethnic group and DNA. If thousands of people are sacrificed to eliminate the ultimate evil, what's the big deal?"

Hoffa let go of his hand, drained of all his strength, and fell to his knees.

The dragon circled around him: "You think everything you do is right and just, and fighting all the way to the end is meaningful. But the world is just an arena where people fight for survival. There is no right or wrong.

There is no good or evil to speak of.

The real us are nothing more than a ball of protein, a ball of inert molecules temporarily arranged together meaninglessly in the universe. We were born in chaos, and we will eventually return to chaos. The world will not care about us, and our existence will not matter.

Meaningless.”

"Are the things I did in the past...meaningless?" He murmured.

"It's meaningless, the past is meaningless, the future is meaningless, and the present is meaningless. We are like Sisyphus who was cursed by the gods, pushing the stone up the mountain top again and again, and then letting it fall again and again.

We are forever trapped in this cycle of good and evil, again and again, and again, and again, and the purpose is just to make the numb audience eat more popcorn.

The real us can't change anything, we live in lies and in the rules created by others."

"I see."

Hoffa's voice was so low that he couldn't hear it. He looked at the colorful colors in the sky, then looked at the black lake in the distance, and nodded. At this moment, he saw clearly the hopeless nothingness in himself. He never wanted to see himself again.

The face of the past.

"If you did it, there is no difference between what I did." After saying softly, he straightened up, passed through the dragon's transparent body, and rushed towards the cliff.

Under the gaze of the giant dragon, he jumped directly off the cliff.

The cold air cut across his face, and a hundred meters away disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he fell heavily into the black lake. His last struggle against the painful fate and unfair world turned into a simple sound of water splashing.

The water swallowed and pushed him, and his vision began to blur.

At this moment, he started to get angry.

Why me?

Hoffa fell rapidly into the lake, and he finally tried to ask the Creator these questions.

Why am I the only one in so much pain?

Why can't I be happy like others?

But the ruthless Creator, as always, did not respond to him at all.

His gray hair was fluttering on his face, and his golden eyes had completely lost their luster. He opened his mouth and allowed the cold liquid of the Black Lake to pour into his throat. In the blink of an eye, the huge water pressure filled the lake.

It filled his lungs. The bubbles squeezed out of his lungs completely blurred his vision, and he didn't resist at all.

The rumbling sound of water in his ears made him feel unusually quiet. He was completely away from the dust, the hustle and bustle, and all conflicts and disturbances.

Coldness enveloped his body, and beneath him was an almost bottomless abyss. A warmth similar to amniotic fluid enveloped his brain. Strangely enough, the coldness turned into warmth, making him not want to think. This made him unwilling to think.

In an instant, time lost its meaning.

He fell straight down, like a soul trapped in hell forever.

No, it's scarier than hell.

What he fell into was not hell, but complete nothingness.

So be it.

That's it...

That's it...

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Watching Hoffa jump off the Black Lake, there was no fluctuation in the dragon's eyes. It looked at Hogwarts indifferently, and its body grew larger and larger, gradually turning into a transparent giant that was a thousand meters long.

Then, it spread its wings that covered the sky and soared into the sky. It opened its mouth and spit out billowing pale flames, and the pale flames swallowed up the entire school in the blink of an eye.

The frightening void instantly swallowed up everyone in Hogwarts. The appearance of their existence was instantly stripped away and swallowed by the void, and everyone's appearance was instantly torn apart.

Their shadows became colorful, and then, carrying the appearance, those shadows left their bodies, left their souls, and flew straight towards the empty dragon in the sky.

The dragon flew across the sky and every corner of the earth.

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In a park somewhere, in front of flowers and under the moonlight, a man and a woman hugged each other and kissed.

Woman: "Do you love me?"

The man caressed the girl's beautiful face and was about to speak emotionally.

At this time, an invisible and colorful dragon flew across the sky.

The man's expression suddenly became mocking:

"Idiot, I just want to have sex with you, inject 100 ml of dream-destroying potion into your body, and repeat this process a hundred times before you can go away."

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In the church, a kind-hearted old pastor was preaching.

"The Lord's virtue shines on all things, and the Lord gives us guidance; for us to live is to constantly praise God...

At this time, an invisible and colorful dragon flew across the sky.

The pastor tore off his clothes and showed a ferocious expression: "Others are hell, God is just a lie, we use him to sell indulgences! Hahaha!!"

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In the mall, a businessman in a suit and leather tie was enthusiastically promoting his products.
To be continued...