Chapter 238

Dusk Castle towering independent mist, thousands of years of ancient wood across the surrounding, emitting a moist and rotten smell. The forest is composed of grey green, strong oak trees and old iron trees. Here, thick black trunks jostle and jostle with each other, twisted branches weave a thick towering tree top at the top of the head, and deformed tangled roots wrestle with each other under the ground.

In the dream, I don't know the time. Above the river, there is white fog. Hoffa, alone in a small boat, roamed the dense river, calling Chloe's name from time to time.

Since he sailed away from the dream, he came to this strange and familiar place.

Forbidden Forest Black Lake.

Hogwarts.

This place of deep silence and dark shadows.

On the Black Lake, the boat glided with the wooden oars, and the night wind swept his hair. Everything is so quiet and serene, finally it's his turn, he thought.

The castle in the distance was out of reach. In the mist, he saw a dark green grass on the Bank of the lake, and Chloe's back was sitting on the edge of the grass.

He stopped the boat on the shore of the lake and went up.

Behind the trees came the faint laughter, "are you hiding? I've come to you. " His voice was as cheerful and familiar as Yinling's. He turned his head and saw a wisp of silver hair behind the old oak tree. With a chill in his heart, he immediately turned his head and clenched his fist.

Calm down.

After he recovered, he walked to the nun and saw her sitting on the grass like a Japanese tea ceremony lady, gazing at the castle on the other side of the lake.

"Is that Hogwarts?" She asked without looking back.

"Yes." He replied.

"I should have been in that school, my family would have sent me, and I would have received that magic letter, if I didn't have this weird ability." She said softly, "I don't know which college the legendary hat will send me to."

Hoffa sat beside her: "Aldo is dead."

"If I could be in Hogwarts, maybe I would not encounter these messy things. I would study safely, pass the wizard registration examination, and finally get a job in gulinger or the Ministry of magic. Maybe I could open a coffee shop in Diagon Alley..."

"it's the same everywhere, it's not as good as you think."

"Are you sure it's not your own fault? If it's not too cold, who will leave that school? " She said carelessly.

"Maybe, Chloe. I'm sorry." Hoffa is trying to pull her form back.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry about Mary's death. I could have done better, but I didn't. I don't care about your feelings, and I don't care about her life or death. That's the truth. I'm sorry. "

Chloe was stunned for a long time. She turned her head slowly, as if she knew him for the first time.

Hoffa continued: "if you want to save her, I'll help you when you get out of here."

Chloe shook his head and sighed, "come on, it's been a long time... Even if I want to save her, there's nothing I can do."

"In that case." Hoffa grabs Chloe's hand. "Come back with me. This is not the real world. We still have important things to do. Remember that ship of orphans, you vowed to take them to England

Chloe was unable to say, "but how are we going to get out of here, out of this never-ending nightmare?"

"I found the source of the dream."

"But it's not an entity," Hoffa said

"Whatever it is? It's been a long time, Hoffa. I even think that maybe death is the only way to get out of this dream. Maybe, in the real world, Aldo woke up a long time ago. "

"No, it can't be." Hoffa shook his head. "You think so. It's just this dream that makes you feel that death is relief, but it must not be. It uses various means to stir up the inner shadow of people in nightmares, or let them kill each other, or let people destroy themselves, in order to defeat people's spirit. I think if you choose to die, its purpose is achieved

"What can I do?"

"I have a guess. The monster who created the dream didn't come early or late, but it came when your magic power was rampant. "

"How do I know, coincidence?"

"It's not a coincidence. How long have we not eaten or drunk?"

"For a long time." Croy murmured.

"Time."

"Time?"

"Time goes by at a different rate. In such a long time, I didn't notice any of the normal physiological needs of human beings, such as hunger, thirst or urination. "

"What do you want to express?"

"Either I'm dead, or the flow of time in reality is totally different from that in dreams. The speed of time here is greatly reduced.

And the source of this ability, I think, is that it absorbs the magic of time in you and turns it into the power of dreams. ""The possibility you said is yes. When I was able to start, I really felt that something was staring at me, but what could that do?"

"So it absorbs your magic."

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"Don't you understand, Chloe, your magic is gone, and mine is gone. Aldo, ankel, their magic is gone.

It's not without cost to maintain this dream, but the wool comes from the sheep. The more I want to restore my magic to fight against this dream, the more my magic will pass away unconsciously. Become the source of nightmares to hurt my capital.

In the beginning, the nightmare was an entire island, an underground corridor, an entire city. Because there were four of us at that time.

But as the number of us gets smaller and smaller, the scale of this nightmare gets smaller and smaller. When I was in Paris, I noticed that the nightmare looks very big, but some places can't be reached at all. It's just an illusion. "

He pointed to the towering castle in the distance: "although the front of Hogwarts castle is so spectacular, but in fact we can't pass, it's just for us to see, the real dream distance is only as big as this grassland."

Chloe's eyes look a little more: "so the only way to stop this nightmare is to stop trying to restore magic, and cut off all channels to restore magic."

"That's right." Hoffa couldn't help touching her head.

"The noumenon of that creature must not be powerful. There is no way to destroy the physical properties of our noumenon. We have to use this dark way, otherwise we will not do anything more."

But the recovery of magic is as natural as breathing for people with wizard blood. There is no special potion. Can you cut off the magic yourself? "

Hoffa: "I have a way, but in the process of cutting off the magic, I think we should keep calm."

Chloe laughed. "Thank you, but I'm calm, Hoffa. Aldo told me, dust to dust, dust to dust, the past is over, Mary can't come back, and the people of the monastery can't come back. It's just that this is your dream, and you're the one who wants to keep calm. "

As soon as her voice fell, a faint voice of laughter came from the woods in the distance.

"Hoffa, where are you? I'm going to die if I catch you. " A girl said happily.

"He might be hiding in a hole in a tree, like a sloth." Another girl's cool analysis.

Beside the lake, Chloe turned his head and said curiously, "it's strange that our nightmares are either insects, darkness or tragedies, but your dreams are just playing hide and seek with girls."

"Nightmares don't care what the content is, as long as they make me miserable." Hoffa said calmly.

"Is it painful to play hide and seek?"

"Of course not."

The voice behind him was getting closer and closer, and he jumped into the Black Lake with a plop.

"Well, there's a man there."

"It's a strange dress."

In the water, the sound is still clear into Hoffman, so that he is very sad. He covers his ears, but the sound still penetrates accurately.

"Did you see a boy? Black hair, golden eyes. "

Someone on the shore is asking Chloe.

Chloe: I see

"Shh, where is he?"

Chloe pointed to the castle in the distance. "He's back."

"Lying." A girl said calmly.

"Ha, true or false, that's too foul. Wait, what's the matter with your dress? Aren't you a student of our school? " Another girl asked with high spirits.

"I'm not."

"The truth." Said the calm girl.

"Well, forget it, whatever. Miranda's feeling must be right. You lied before. Come on, where is Hoffa? It's fun to say that I can let you watch him pretend to be dead. "

Chloe was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"I really haven't met anyone with black hair."

"The truth."

The calm girl was slightly surprised.

"Well, that's strange."

After a while of chattering, they said, "come on, Miranda, let's keep looking."

As the voice drifted away, Hoffa emerged wet from the water, sat down beside Chloe and sighed.

"Your friend?" Asked Chloe.

"Yes."

Hoffa nodded.

"Why don't you come out and meet them? They don't look dangerous."

"It's all fake." Hoffa shook his head. "Let's go."

"What have you done to them? I have no face to see people. "

"It's true." Hoffa smiles, grabs Chloe's hand and closes his eyes."Empty yourself, don't think about anything."

Chloe closes his eyes, Hoffa meditates and changes his life.

As soon as the mantra was pronounced, it was like a weak dyke meeting a strong current and being destroyed in an instant. But very rare, his body stored a small amount of magic, although the magic disappeared in a flash, but it has let him see the hope.

It worked. He said the mantra again.

Over and over again.

4: 6

3:7

the magic was removed from their bodies little by little, and was transformed into life. The intense brain tearing made him feel extremely uncomfortable, just like a car without gasoline forced to start, which was extremely difficult.

Gradually, the proportion of magic in two people's bodies is less and less.

There was a click around.

He opened his eyes slightly, and Chloe must be in great pain, too. Her brows were tight, and her teeth were biting blood out of her lips. But the effect is quite remarkable. The grass, the sky, and the castle in the distance are like glass lenses, showing cracks one after another..

2: 8

1:9

the scale of fragmentation is getting larger and larger. He can almost see the bright moonlight outside his dream and smell the salty sea breeze in the air.

However, at the most critical moment, a pair of soft hands climbed up his back, followed by a teasing smile: "this time you don't have to hide." Voice blowing his ear hair, real incomparable: "I found you."

Hoffa froze like an electric shock.

Not only that, a wisp of silver hair from his ear down, the man behind whispered with a smile: "you grow up a lot, it seems to have suffered a lot."

"Stay here, with me, as long as you turn around."

The girl gently bit her earlobe and said softly.

Hoffa opened his eyes, the cracks in the dream healed with the speed visible to the naked eye, and his life was wildly transformed into magic again.

Extremely urgent, cold sweat constantly from his forehead, he needs something to divert attention.

So he saw Chloe's hands. He had seen many people's hands. These hands were undoubtedly the most beautiful. They were soft but three-dimensional, white but powerful, with sharp fingers and pink nails.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you look at me? "

There was a plaintive voice behind him. He forced himself not to think behind him, staring at the things in front of him.

Gee, it's amazing that her thumb can turn back. Hoffa held Chloe's palm tightly. Why did he turn back? Did he release it?

Looking up, Chloe opened his eyes, touched the back of his head with the palm of his hand, put his head on his head, and said indisputably, "Mr. Bach, we still have a lot to do."

At this moment, Hoffa understood why Aldo was so devoted to the nun. Yes, there was a kind of calming power in her.

"Of course."

The voice in his ear died down, and he finally recited the mantra. Transform life.

Finally, the dream pieces are broken. In the countless cold pieces, they wake up from the dream and return to the real world.