Chapter 361

Professor Dumbledore!?

Under the double-layer dream, Hoffa was stunned.

He never thought that he would meet Professor Dumbledore in the group subconscious dream. Since he returned to China 50 years ago, he has not met any familiar friends or teachers. He just works alone with the God of nightmares. Because after his strength reaches a certain level, it may be just a burden to come back to others. He doesn't want others to drag him down.

He walked slowly to the bedside of the four pillars. The man on the bed was more luxurious than ever before. His upper body was a pure white robe inlaid with gold, and he was wearing a crown of ruby and pure gold.

He was weaker than ever, with dry lips and pale complexion.

"Professor?"

He could not help but cry out softly.

The old man with white hair opened his eyes weakly. His eyes were the same blue as before, but his eyes were full of confusion.

Is that Dumbledore?

Hoffa suddenly felt that he was not. Although he looked the same, he couldn't find anything similar to Dumbledore in this man.

The bewilderment in his blue eyes flashed away, and soon became majestic and solemn. He slowly straightened up from the four legged bed and asked father malsk standing on the other side, "who is he?"

The priest in red robe bent down slowly: "intelligence agent, intelligence agent coming back from the front line."

Intelligence agent...

the Pope, who looked like Dumbledore, said, "you can tell me, what kind of intelligence do you have."

"This... Top secret information..." Hoffa's eyes turned to the red priest malsk behind him.

Aware of his eyes, father malsk snorted with disdain, stooped back, closed the door and left the room.

"Come on, you have any information to report to me."

"No Hoffa said honestly, "I lied to the guy outside.

"Oh?"

The same man as Dumbledore was not angry. He leaned on the cushion and said, "then I hope you can give me a satisfactory reason."

, as like as two peas in the same manner, he has seen many top figures, but they are inferior by comparison with the people in front of him. This made him wonder, isn't this the dream world created by Silby? Why is it so real?

"I don't know your name yet." Hoffa tilted his head and asked, "who are you, please?"

"You don't even know me, dare to deceive the priest to come to see me?" The old man on the four pillar bed sneered: "it's really a bold maniac."

Hoffa didn't want to talk with this guy any more. He came here to find the trace of Silby, so he said in a crisp way: "I'm looking for a man named Silby. Do you know him?"

Boom!!

As soon as his voice fell, he was bombarded to the wall by an invisible force. Although he didn't feel much pain, his momentum was amazing.

"How dare you

The old man roared in a thunderous voice: "in front of me, mention the man, the blasphemer, the unbeliever, the heretic!"

He suddenly lifted the quilt and climbed down from the bed in a rage.

Yes, I climbed down.

Just like Dumbledore, the noble guy in the upper body is like the Pope. His lower body hidden in the quilt has huge grimace, bulging belly and eight hairy spider legs.

In such a terrible picture, Rao is very knowledgeable and has some hot eyes. He begins to quickly analyze what this strange combination of dreams means, but no matter what he thinks, he can't figure out why.

"Your body is..."

The Pope's scepter of the cross fell on his neck.

In the dream world, Hoffa does not have the power of time and blood in reality, so he can only imagine a shield in front of him.

duang！！

The scepter struck the shield with a muffled sound.

But this did not stop spider Pope's anger. He raised his Scepter: "go to hell and find him, the most evil thing!"

The shadow on the wall grew bigger and bigger, gradually enveloping Hoffa in it.

"Wait," Hoffa wondered. "What are you excited about? I'm here to kill sylby. You don't want to protect him, do you?"

Patta!

The scepter stopped just one finger from Hoffa's forehead.

The expression on the Pope's face changed from anger to dullness, from dullness to incomprehension. Then he took back his cross scepter, walked around Hoffa twice, and said in dismay, "wait a minute, why do you have such a pure soul?"

HMM?

Hoffa was stunned and his shield disappeared.

Just now, Mingming was so cold that he wanted to turn himself over. How could he boast in the twinkling of an eye? However, he felt that his soul was not pure. He was also a normal man, and he would be troubled by instinct from time to time. During World War II, he did not kill and set fire."Thank you! Hoffa laughed with cooperation: "do you think so, me too, I think my soul is pure, 24K pure..."

but he soon knew that the Eight Legged Pope in front of him was not boasting about himself.

He put his hand to Hoffa's chest.

With a plop.

Unexpectedly, there is a little spirit, it is all white, from the position of his heart drilled out.

Although the volume had shrunk countless times, Hoffa recognized her at a glance.

"Chloe!"

Even in a dream, Hoffa couldn't help crying out that he was born. He didn't expect to meet sister Chloe here. The last time they met was in the Department of mysteries of the Ministry of magic in fatir.

"You... What are you doing here?"

He groped for the resurrection stone that Nicole lemme gave him before he died, but he didn't feel it. It existed in the real world, not in himself now.

"How did you become like this?" More than a hundred questions came out of his mind.

The elf flew up to him and put his hand on his mouth.

"Shh! I'll explain to you later. Don't talk. This is Pope Gregory VII, one of the greatest popes in history. A thousand years ago. " Chloe flew to Hoffa to introduce him.

Hearing what she said, Hoffa had to immediately concentrate on his current situation.

But, Gregory VII...

one of the greatest popes? Hoffa has too many slots in his heart to vomit. This guy not only looks like Dumbledore, but also has eight legs. If Dumbledore can add 50 points to his greatness, then at least 500 points will be deducted if he has eight legs, which is too cheap.

But Chloe, who became an elf, didn't wait for the man she met like Hoffa. She flew to Gregory VII, put her hands together, and said in a crisp voice, "he's my friend, a friend of the church. Please don't do too much to him. "

The spider Pope put away his scepter, sat back on his four legged bed, frowned and asked, "where are you from?"

"From the river of time." Said Chloe.

How long does it take?

Hoffa felt that something was wrong. He didn't know why he came down from the dream of the upper class and why he came over in the long river of time.

"I see, I see..." the pope said hoarsely, with a flush of excitement on his face. "That... Must be the will of God."

With that, Gregory VII sobbed: "sure enough, God did not abandon mortals, and the glory of the Lord still shines on all living beings."

The man with eight spider legs is sitting on the bed, sobbing and praying to God. The picture is as weird as it is weird, as weird as it is weird.

But I don't know whether Hoffa experienced too much or Chloe was beside him, his heart was calm.

Chloe flies back to Hoffa's ear. She grabs Hoffa's ear, jumps to his shoulder, sits down, shakes his leg, and whispers: "in history, Gregory VII was exiled to death because of the war, but it's not clear whether he died in the hands of the wizard or the patient. The only thing that is clear is that he was deformed by a powerful wizard in his later years Curse, I'll never get out of bed. "

After a pause, the elf said, "I just heard it said in the secret code of the church before, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Hoffa wanted to tell Chloe it was a dream. Don't take anything strange seriously. But he couldn't resist the joy of seeing her again. He just touched her hair with his fingers and didn't speak.

After a while, the Pope finally stopped sobbing.

With eight legs, he went to a bronze statue of the Virgin Mary in the dark room and opened its belly. There was a small drawer in the bronze statue. He took out a complicated code lock from the drawer, handed the strange code lock to Hoffa, and said, "look at this."

"What is this?" Hoffa took over the rather heavy combination lock.

"The secret of saving the world." Said Pope Gregory.

Oh?

Hoffa's heart moved.

The Pope continued: "there is a magic that can gather the power of all people. If it can be used, its power can almost destroy heaven and earth."

Hoffa's hand trembled slightly.

He immediately looked around nervously.

If this is a dream, if this is Silby's dream, then he can't guarantee that Silby didn't deliberately arrange such a show to gain the Pope's trust, and then take away the magic from his hands after he gained the Pope's trust.

At this moment, Hoffa's heart turned and almost immediately wanted to lock the code on the ground and smash it to pieces. To cut off the possibility of this happening.

The elf Chloe felt his sudden rise of mood and blood pressure, and quickly whispered in his ear: "don't be so extreme, so many big waves are coming. Listen to the Pope firstHe took a heavy breath, and forced down the impulse to break the code lock. Hoffa laughed at himself, thinking that he was going to be persecuted by sylby, but he had to admit that the man's brain was better than his own, more complex than his own, and much longer-term.

Gregory leaned on his bed and sighed: "long, long time ago, the wizard and we started a long saw war. This war started with a close balance. For centuries, none of us could destroy each other.

But five years ago, that terrible guy joined the battlefield, and we were defeated. Until now, we retreat in Constantinople, a big place, relying on him alone.

After my investigation, I learned from people around him that the reason why he was invincible and invincible was because he had this magic in his hand - so I think only those who also mastered this magic can defeat that guy. "

I see.

Hoffa was a little relieved. His conjecture was completely wrong. Silby had mastered the magic for a long time. However, it's not surprising that this guy is known as the library of human form prohibition and incantation. As early as a long time ago, he had seen the fighting power of this guy in his prime, which could almost destroy the sky and the earth.

If it's the strongest spell that guy has, how strong will it be?

"Then why are you still in a daze? Open it." Hoffa handed the code lock forward. To be honest, he was also curious. What kind of magic was it.

"I can't open it." The Pope shook his head helplessly: "it was locked from the day it was stolen. You have to know the password. "

Hoffa looked at the combination lock.

It is cylindrical, made of silver, each code wheel is inlaid with 26 pieces of small gold, gold engraved with English letters the size of ants, a total of eight wheels.

Hoffa soon understood what this meant. It was a very complicated cipher lock. You have to choose 26 correct letters from the eight rollers and spell out the correct code. Then you can open the code lock and take out the most powerful magic power hidden in it.

But it's not easy, 26 letters, eight sequences.

If you randomly test any word, then it is estimated that the universe has been detected from the birth of the universe to the end of the universe, and it is estimated that he will not be able to detect the correct password.

Later, Hoffa made the previous lap and saw that the copper head of the combination lock was engraved with a row of satirical English characters.

[you only have one chance]

you only have one chance.

Hoffa couldn't help laughing. He was sneered at by sylby's space. Then he coldly put down the code lock.

"So you haven't tried it once?" Hoffa asked the Pope.

"No, the combination lock is too delicate. I have to wait for the right person to use it."

After a pause, the Pope looked at him expectantly, "you are a hero from a long time, you must know the right result, right?"

"Sorry, I don't know at all." Hoffa said honestly. He showed Chloe the code cylinder. "Do you know the code?"

Chloe shook his head. "Don't tease me. I haven't met that man and I don't know him at all."

Gregory VII lay dead in bed, as if he had been drained of all his strength: "then no one can know..." he said, "then no one can know... God, why do you torture mortals like this?"

Looking at his painful appearance, Hoffa could not help but step forward, "but I know there must be someone who knows the answer."

"Who?" The Pope's spring like upright body: "who knows?"

"Sylby," Hoffa said, "now that sylby has set the code, he must know the answer, doesn't he?"