He pulled out his wand and slowly began to back away, wanting to return to the exit before speaking.

But as soon as he took a step back, he found that he couldn't move his feet. When he looked down, he saw a black withered palm on the ground grabbing his ankle.

Hoffa's hair stood on end.

He suddenly exerted his strength, kicked away the hand that caught him, turned around and ran back towards the road.

This time.

The fog is thicker.

La~la~la~

There were inexplicable chuckles all around.

Hoffa turned around and saw that the tiny mushrooms growing in the damp and dark places on the ground suddenly swelled up and densely wrapped around the tree trunks and the ground like parasites.

As the mushroom grew bigger and bigger, some of the patterns cracked from the middle and continued to split. The patterns on the mushroom were like little faces, some were smiling, some were fierce, and some were looking at themselves aggrievedly...

.....

They were squeezing in from all directions, and Hoffa was terrified. The unknown changes exceeded his expectations. The sudden crisis made him break out in cold sweat, and he could only force himself to calm down.

He changed direction and started running again.

After running a few steps, all the swollen mushrooms on the ground burst open, and the mucus was everywhere. Countless black hands stretched out from the middle, firmly holding Hoffa down. The fireflies in the air were attracted to

Hoffa's face, trying to get through his skin.

Hoffa wasted no time in ghost-walking.

He left the material world in an instant and entered the shadow world of only gray and white.

But the surrounding black hands did not disappear. Instead, they grew more vigorously from the ground. Moreover, from the perspective of the shadow world, the entire forest changed its appearance, as if it were a living creature that was constantly squirming.

The black hand grabbed Hoffa in the shadow, the mushroom was still staring at him firmly, and countless insects burrowed into his cheeks, making him look weird and ferocious.

Damn it!

Hoffa's head was spinning rapidly.

After leaving the material world, this strange magic has not left. It seems that this is not a magic that targets the body, but a magic that targets the spirit.

After thinking about this, Hoffa's expression was very solemn.

He didn't waste any more magic power and immediately exited the Ghost Walk.

The black hands almost submerged Hoffa. They dragged Hoffa into the ground little by little, making strange and excited chatter between them.

Hoffa closed his eyes, running the meditation method with all his strength, purifying his spirit, and thinking quickly about countermeasures.

Magic involves hallucinations, and most of the spells that can affect the mind are related to black magic. Professor Mellors of Gryffindor House once talked about this in class.

It could be defensive magic, or it could be pure black magic, there's a thin line between the two.

This place is only a few hundred meters away from Hogwarts Castle. Hoffa doesn't believe that someone can plant profound black magic here, so it must be some kind of weird defense...

With the meditation method in full operation, Hoffa's spirit began to change from simplicity to sharpness. The surrounding scenery and black hands began to blur. Some of them grabbed Hoffa's arms and even began to scream and emit white smoke.

It was as if what they were grabbing was not a person at all, but a soldering iron.

The insects attached to Hoffa crackled and exploded.

But Hoffa's resistance did not make them retreat. Countless waves of black hands surged out from the dark underground and drowned Hoffa.

Hoffa closed his eyes, and his spirit radiated like a spider web. Every touch of his spirit turned into a steel needle, and each steel needle penetrated a black hand or a strange insect.

The entire spiritual world has become a battlefield.

His battleground with unknown magic.

Just when the battle situation quickly became tense, with no winner or loser decided.

A strong force came from an unknown place. A man stretched out his hand, crossed the boundary between illusion and reality, grasped Hoffa's shoulders, and forcefully pulled Hoffa out of the control of those black hands.

hiss!

This time it was like falling off the bed after falling asleep.

Hoffa was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and swayed twice.

He woke up completely. The mushrooms, black hands, squirming forest, and flying strange insects all disappeared.

The sky was still pattering with an icy drizzle, and he was now standing in front of an old oak tree at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, with his face almost pressed against the tree trunk. In front of him was the engraving of lightning striking a tower.

Hoffa's face was pale and his fingers were cold.

His consciousness has gone so far, but his body has not moved a step.

Hoffa had no idea when he fell into the illusion.

"You're early."

A hoarse but steady voice came from beside him.

"We agreed at half past five, why did you come here early?"
Chapter completed!