Chapter 382

"It's you

"I've found you at last," cried Silby in ecstasy

The tent was swept up by the gale and flew into the sky.

The brazier on the wooden frame was blown to the ground. Under the action of the strong wind, it rolled away and hit the rolling barracks, causing a fierce fire.

The witches outside the camp, you call me, shout.

Everything is exposed to the endless wind and snow, the fierce wind with endless killing will heavily hit Hoffa. He didn't understand why Silby suddenly got nervous, but the only thing he knew was that the guy in front of him who was just talking and laughing really wanted to kill himself.

Without hesitation, he closed his eyes and thought of the layers of iron protection in his mind.

All of a sudden, the ground gave birth to a round iron cover to protect him.

The iron covers were stacked one layer at a time, and finally there were more than 100 layers. A large and heavy iron cocoon was formed on the ground.

Inside the cocoon, Chloe poked out his head and asked anxiously, "what can I do, Hoffa?"

"I have to get out of here," Hoffa yelled, looking up in the cocoon. "Little monster, little monster, can you hear me, pull me out!"

"After going out, you have to destroy my resurrection stone, do you understand?" Chloe flew up to Hoffa and reminded him out loud.

"Don't talk nonsense." Hoffa firmly pressed her back into her clothes and continued to shout, "little monster, do you hear me, take me out?"

Boom!!

With the impact of a moving position.

Hoffa in the cocoon swings violently. He feels as if he has fallen into a blender. He has no idea what's going on outside.

Outside the iron cocoon, Silby jumped up and floated in the air more than 30 meters high. In front of him was Hoffa's huge iron cocoon, which was 100 times his size.

"The way of heaven!"

Sylby's eyes were like lightning, floating in the air, roaring: "you dare to claim the way of heaven, very good! Only in this way can we have the value of transcendence! "

He pointed with one hand: "the endless magic slanted out, turned into high-energy flame and tilted on the iron cocoon. The fierce flame not only burned the iron cocoon, but also burned the rolling tent to ashes. The skyrocketing fire started from the ground and burned for more than 300 miles. By the Bay, there is no shelter.

Ravenclaw covered his face, looked through his fingers at the huge iron cocoon floating in the sky, and the king who was reckless and controlled the fire, and screamed, "Silby!! Stop it

The iron cocoon in the sky was burned red, and the outer layer turned into molten iron and went down. Hoffa couldn't bear the blazing heat. He didn't dare to touch Silby's edge easily. He immediately thought about the blackbird fighter.

As soon as the cocoon was burned and melted, he flew out of the fire and away at supersonic speed.

Boom!

He bumped into the invisible border.

He quickly fell from high altitude to the ground. During the fall, he changed back into human shape, and his head was dazed by the impact.

Is it a border?

He didn't quite know what he hit.

Time no longer allowed him to think more.

More than one hundred layers of shield were turned into molten iron by high temperature.

That irresistible magic power, no matter what time you look at it, is extremely terrible.

He knew that without the power of time, he could not be the opponent of Silby in his heyday just by the external things imagined in his dreams.

"Is that all? The way of heaven

With open arms and powerful magic, Silby looked down at Hoffa with one hand of flame and the other hand of thunder and lightning, and longed to say, "only to this extent, you can stay here and become my nourishment."

Loud noise and fire let Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, and Hufflepuff out of the burning camp.

They noticed Silby floating in the sky, and Hoffa standing under him in the endless sea of fire and molten iron.

Gryffindor drew out his sword and cried out, "Assassin!"

Salazar Slytherin drew out his wand with a dignified face.

Sylby growled, "don't come here, he's mine!"

Infinite repulsive force pushed on Gryffindor and Slytherin, pushing them upside down.

Hoffa staggered out of the fire and got up in a mess. At the foot of the boiling out of the growth of the ghost hand, he firmly pressed on the ground.

He called hoarsely, "little monster, do you hear me? Get me out of here."

This time, there was a response. The space behind him began to twist, and a tiny black hole appeared. The black hole is extremely deep, and gradually expands.

"You're not going anywhere!"

Sylby saw the black hole and exclaimed, "stay here!"

The light green illusory arm stretched out from behind him. The front of the arm was covered with sharp claws. The illusory claws shot at Hoffa in front of the black hole.Along the way, the wizard who was touched by the paw withered and turned into a wrinkled mummy.

When the paw was a few centimeters away from Hoffa's face, Hoffa closed his eyes and pulled him out with a snow-white arm sticking out of the black hole.

Finally, the black hole disappears completely.

A claw failed, he broke away from this layer of dream.

...

...

after landing, he woke up from the first layer of dream. In front of him were the sleeping group subconscious soldiers and the livid God of nightmare. As soon as he woke up, he said angrily, "Why have you been so long?"

"How long?"

"Half an hour!"

"What are you angry about?"

Hoffa gasped to his feet, feeling the joy of surviving. As soon as he got up, Hoffa realized that the ground was shaking wildly.

What happened!

Is Silby going to catch up from the next dream!

He looked at the God of nightmare in horror: "why does the ground shake so badly?"

"The man outside is dying."

The God of nightmares growled, "he can't hold on because he's been away from the dream for so long. We entered the dream with the help of his cage. As soon as he died, the dream would collapse completely. We have to go. "

One more minute and I'll have to throw you away and go by yourself

It turned out that it was angry for this, and Hoffa was a little relieved.

But it's not much better than Silby's catching up. As they speak, not only the ground shakes, but also the sky of their dreams begins to crumble and collapse.

Those sleeping groups wake up from their dreams one after another. Seeing the collapsing sky and shaking ground, they frantically start looking for invaders.

The God of nightmare took Hoffa and ran out to the barracks where the group subconsciously stayed. As he ran, he asked aloud, "do you know his goal?"

"I'm not sure yet."

Hoffa said aloud, and dodged a piece of sky falling from the sky.

"Damn it

After hearing the answer, the God of nightmares turned green. "What did you get after so long?"

Harvest?

Hoffa felt a hard object in his chest.

He immediately stood still and took it out.

It's the gold and silver code that the spider Pope gave himself.

He brought it from the lower dream to the upper dream.

The God of nightmares was also attracted by the strange shape of the password tube, "what is this?" It asked.

"The most powerful spell created by Silby." "It's in here," murmured Hoffa

"Do you know the code? Can you open it?" The God of nightmare asked anxiously.

"I don't know the code," Hoffa asked the God of nightmares. "Can the objects in the dream be taken out?"

"Of course not." The God of nightmare said: "dream is dream, reality is reality. Of course, I can't take things out of my dreams. Even when you wake up, you will soon forget what happened here. "

No way out...

Hoffa's face changed, even more anxious than when he learned that the dream was about to collapse.

If he wants to know what Silby really thinks, maybe he just needs to understand what is the strongest spell he has ever created.

To know the purpose of that spell is to know what he wants to do.

But there are eight wheels on the password barrel, and each wheel has 26 letters, which makes it almost impossible to speculate the password.

The speed of collapse is faster and faster, and the group subconscious locked in Hoffa who broke in. They picked up weapons one after another, yelled and rushed up.

Not only that, there are three strange looking guys in the subconscious of that group.

Zorro on a white horse and a mask.

Peter Pan flying in the sky.

And Thor with a hammer.

"Hey, Sergeant Gonzalez, I finally found you!" Zorro held his hat and panted for his sword.

"Captain hooker! You can't run far this time! "

Peter Pan flew up and took a catapult out of his arms.

"Yemengada, come and fight me to the death!"

Thor swung his hammer.

The three jokers were haunted to catch up.

Their presence makes this crumbling dream even more bizarre.

The God of nightmare solemnly reminded Hoffa: "it's time to go. If you don't go again, the consequences are unpredictable."

"No, I have to open it." Hoffa looked at the code cylinder in his hand.

At this moment, the letter behind the code barrel even quietly mocks Hoffa, just like adding fuel to the fire.[you only have one chance]

if there is only one chance, he must come up with the right answer immediately. Hoffa closed his eyes. Countless clues flashed through his mind. Is it possible for him to break the code?

On the other side, the three weird guys screamed harder. Zorro drove his horse to raise his sword. Peter Pan let go of the catapult with a sound of sexual intercourse. Thor screamed and rotated his body, throwing his hammer like a discus. Each of the three men's weapons flew to Hoffa.

Nightmare stomped and yelled, "OK, we have to leave."

Hoffa didn't hear of the urge from the God of nightmare. His mind was spinning.

There is something you ignore.

There is something you ignore.

There is something you ignore.

What are you ignoring...

and so on...

eight letters.

Sizewell.

Sixavier

his real name.

An electric current passed through Hoffa's brain and made him shudder.

The dream collapses more and more intensely, the sky has almost peeled off clean, the ground has also broken into countless pieces. It reveals the dead and lifeless void of consciousness.

Most of the subconscious people who come after them step into the void and fall into the deep and unknown void. Peter Pan, Zorro, Thor are all crushed to pieces by the collapse of the dream.

Only the three men's weapons, Thor's hammer, stones on Peter Pan's catapult, and Zorro's sword, haunted the soul of tracking missiles.

For foreign objects, Hoffa is indifferent, and all his mind is on the password barrel in his hand.

Turn the code lock with your fingers in turn.

The eight letters were spelled on the code cylinder according to the English of West Xavier.

Then, he gave a slight turn.

Click.

Accompanied by a pleasant sound.

The password tube is turning, like a blooming lotus, slowly opening. Spit out a little humble note.

Hoffa breathed and opened the thin note.

Half way through.

Boom!!

The world of dreams collapsed.

The ground under Hoffa's feet was completely broken, and he fell straight into the empty air.

In that moment.

It's only about 0.1 seconds.

He saw the spell on the half note.

There were only a few letters on the note.

[flow of heart, unification of ten thousand methods -- so...]

there may be something written behind, but he can't see it.

At the moment of the collapse of the dream, the God of nightmare drags Hoffa's feet and pulls his spirit out of the dream world.

...

...

"no!"

With an unwilling scream.

An electric light flashed through the dark cloud.

The slow flowing time instantly returned to normal, and the heavy rain, which was still in the air like a curtain of beads, immediately fell and watered Hoffa. And he is still immersed in the grotesque and gloomy that dreams bring to him.

He sat up from the ground with a scream, and the palm of his hand still kept the gesture of opening the note. Unfortunately, the note, the gold and silver code tube, had disappeared.

The cold raindrops fell on him, giving him a real and cold texture that his dream did not have. It's surrounded by crackling old neon lights, huge pipes everywhere, and endless torrential rain.

He didn't finish reading the note.

If you give him another second, even half a second!!

Chagrin gnawed at Hoffa's heart.

Unfortunately, he knew that he could not go back.

He took off the iron cage on his head, and the owner of the iron cage, the lean Muggle, gradually swallowed his last breath in front of Hoffa.

Three minutes, three minutes in the real world.

It seems that more than a month has passed in the dream.

There's no time to feel the frailty of this hapless ghost. Hoffa was quick to cross his knees.

The memory in the dream is always so fragile. Under the cold rain, several pieces of pictures in his mind are quickly broken.

"What is he going to do?"

The glass ball flew to Hoffa. The little monster in the glass ball asked him with his mind.

Hoffa recalled the fragmentary fragments he had experienced in the dream world.

He thought of the Pope who looked like Dumbledore and had eight legs in his lower body.

Think of what the pope said, the strongest spell Silby had.

Then he thought of what Silby had said to himself.[life is an infinite game. If I can't reach the limit, I will never stop...]

[I can't kill all the Muggles. Even if I kill all the Muggles, the wizard's offspring will still produce Squibs, and the squib's offspring will become Muggles. Wars and conflicts will last forever...]

[why do you think you are right, why there is no real understanding in the world, why do you eliminate differences, and people can not become happier...]

gradually, those words, those pictures, those fragmentary clues are like a jigsaw puzzle, gradually forming a puzzle in Hoffa's mind It's a terrible plan.

All laws are one.

He remembered the spell in the code box again.

There was a shiver.

"Destroy the roots of magic." Hoffa told the God of nightmares: "he thinks that difference is the root of misfortune. He doesn't want to see a wizard any more, or he wants to recycle all the magic to himself. "

"So

"Yes, let there be only one wizard left in the world, or even no wizard."