Push the door open.

On top of the tower, Miranda sat cross-legged in the center of the stone pillar, seemingly waiting for something.

Seeing Hoffa push open the door of the astronomy tower, she just glanced at him coldly. She didn't wear glasses, her face was pale and gloomy, and her body was filled with black energy.

This is a sign before she changes her personality.

The air was filled with the oppressive feeling of an approaching storm, all the dust on the ground was suspended in the air, terrifying magic power fluctuations, and suffocating pressure.

Miranda ignored Hoffa, she just looked calmly at the Quidditch pitch in the distance, watching the crowds there.

Hoffa walked slowly to her side, and with every step he took, the pressure in the air became stronger. When he stood in front of the stone pillar where Miranda was, the air was as thick as butter, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Miranda."

Hoffa raised his head and said with difficulty: "Come back with me."

Her gloomy face suddenly thawed for a second, and she smiled gently and said: "Gorshak taught you a lesson, now are you testing the results on me?"

Hoffa shook his head, put away his wand, and raised his hands.

"Your grandpa asked me to use magic to bind you, but I always felt that was the wrong approach."

Miranda became gloomy again and said nothing.

"I don't want to fight with you, Miranda, stop being willful and go back with me."

"Willful?" Miranda sat high up and said calmly: "Do you know what I think? This school, from the principal to the professors, are all outright war criminals.

They sent those innocent wizards to participate in wars, those unjust wars that were completely meaningless. They let countless people die, but in the end nothing changed. I tried my best to stop it all, but you said I was just willful. Do you think

Am I De Lacese?"

"It's not up to us to say what's right or wrong, Miranda!"

Hoffa said against the violent magical energy in the air: "The conflict between wizards will never end, and the conflict between humans will never end. You can't stop this."

Miranda slowly turned her head, her expression changing several times, sometimes regretful and painful, sometimes cold and gloomy.

Hoffa stood there, waiting, waiting for Miranda to defeat another personality.

Unfortunately, the girl in front of her finally stopped being entangled, and the fluctuations in her expression gradually disappeared, and she became as gloomy and pale as that night.

The surrounding mental force field suddenly changed, and Hoffa felt that his own mental force field was sharply compressed.

He knew that the other party was no longer Miranda, she had become another person.

It stood up, looked down at Hoffa, and played with the wand in its hand. It asked:

"I want to destroy this school, do you have any objection?"

"have."

"What does it have to do with you? I can take you to a better place."

"This is where I went to school, it's that simple."

"Even if I become a chess piece."

"My choice has nothing to do with you."

Miller was silent for a moment, and then he threw his wand to the ground like trash.

At this second, the pressure in the air increased sharply, Hoffa's shoulders dwarfed, and every inch of the ground in the observatory felt as if it had been hit by a giant hammer, with tiny gaps opening.

The other person's face blurred, his facial features disappeared and only his mouth remained. Miller spread his fingers.

"Bach, do you know why you live? The dark new star will slowly rise, and he will bring unprecedented changes to the world. I give you one last chance..."

Hoffa: "Shut up, Nietzsche!"

The silence lasted for a second.

Tick.

"Phosphorus fire bullet!" It waved its hand, and a blue high-temperature fireball quickly formed and headed straight for Hoffa's door.

Hoffa entered the ghost walk state without hesitation. Behind him, a violent explosion caused the entire astronomy tower to shake.

Looking in the gray world, everything around him was plunged into chaos and madness in the explosion. Miller stood on a high place, his robes dancing wildly, motionless.

The wand turned into a huge lion's head glove in Hoffa's hands. Under his feet, rows of stone steps supported him as he ran higher and higher.

Seeing Hoffa disappear, Miller tilted his head, and he himself disappeared into the air in an instant.

Illusion spell?

Hoffa stared coldly ahead. It disappeared into the real world, but it did not disappear into the shadow world. Hoffa could clearly see its body in the gray and white world.

Stride forward, the speed is getting faster and faster.

Hoffa punched it in the belly, hitting it until it bent over, and knocked it out of stealth without mercy.

But this time, it was not as fragile as the paper before. It grabbed Hoffa's arm fiercely, knocked his head hard, and hit his head!

Hoffa felt as if he had been hit by a boulder, flying three meters directly and falling off the stone pillar. The sharp protrusions of the glove left a scratch on the ground.

Damn it!

Hoffa got up from the ground in a daze, wiped his nosebleed, and the meditation method quickly started to wake him up from his dizziness.

The guy on the stone pillar jumped down heavily and landed with a crash, like a body made of steel.

It took a step forward and rushed towards it. But Hoffa turned sideways and glared, stretched out his fingers and made a fist.

Broken Grip!

boom!

Two huge stone slabs lifted up from the ground, slamming Miller between them.

The suppression only lasted for a moment, the stone slab cracked with countless lines, and then exploded. It was as if what Hoffa was controlling was not a person, but a pack of high explosives.

The violent wind of the explosion made Hoffa couldn't help but take three steps back. He secretly thought that it was wrong. The wrong person was imprisoned.

Sure enough, the next second, a whisper came to my ears.

"Are you still looking around?"

The real Miller has arrived behind him.

Its entire right arm turned into an ice spear and stabbed down hard.

Hoffa's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and the gloves on his arms quickly turned into sharp shields.

Boom!

Conflicts abound.

Hoffa barely managed to block this dangerous blow.

"Do you still have enough magic power?" During the confrontation, Miller stared at Hoffa closely.

Hoffa grinned.

Ghost Walk!

Without enough strength, the pointed spear passed through Hoffa's body and hit the ground.

Miller quickly backed away and started counting down.

However, in the shadow world, Hoffa drank a sip of recovery potion without hesitation, and the violent potion entered his body like a shot of magical adrenaline.

The moment he emerged from the shadow world, Miller clasped his hands together.

Countless gravel flew up on the ground, and snake heads emerged from the ground, trying to entangle Hoffa, but Hoffa escaped into the shadows in the next second.

Miller didn't expect Hoffa to use Ghost Walk twice in succession. He reacted very quickly and removed the magic with a wave of his hand.

"Triple Iron Guard!"

A row of armored guards descended from the sky, trying to stop Hoffa's surprise attack.

Use old tricks.

This time, the three armored guards closed their shields before they could wait.

Hoffa raised his hand and waved, and the wand turned into a soft whip full of hooks. The soft whip came out of nothingness like lightning, passed through the gap in the shield, and bound Miller layer by layer.

Make him unable to move.

Hoffa walked through the ghost, with a distance of ten meters between the two.

The steel whip of the magic wand collapsed straight.

"Don't try to control me!"

Miller roared angrily, and its whole body burned with blazing pale flames. The gravel beneath its feet burned into red magma.

The violent magic power caused Hoffa's hair and clothes to become scorched and bent. Hoffa felt the pain coming from his wand, which could no longer suppress the opponent.

Hang in there, man!

Hoffa tightened his grip on the whip, his eyes suddenly widened, and his meditation method started to work.
To be continued...