Chapter 383

The heavy rain fell on the glass ball and covered it with water droplets. The God of nightmares is not human and has no expression, just floating in the glass ball.

Hoffa told it his conjecture, but he didn't see any mood swings.

It was only after a while that it sent a message with its mind.

"What are you going to do?"

"What to do..."

Huo FA was confused for a moment.

Though he inferred the purpose of Silby through the incantation.

But it's not clear how to stop him, and it's not sure what his specific measures will be.

"If he can take away the magic of all witches, why doesn't he do it immediately?" "The nightmare God said," obviously he can't do it yet. Some conditions are missing. My suggestion is that you can find other witches first. If you can find other witches, maybe you will have other clues. "

That makes sense.

Hoffa thought that he didn't want to find help before, because he was afraid that others would drag him down, but now it seems that he must find other witches. The wool comes from the sheep. If Silby wants Wanfa to be one, he must at least find Wanfa first.

After making up his mind, Hoffa no longer procrastinates. He grabs the nightmare in the glass ball, and the phantom disappears. When he reappeared, he came to the Ministry of magic in London.

This is him in the real world. The last place I saw Silby. A year ago (or 300000 years ago) Silby took advantage of fatil's plan to destroy Chloe's body and send him to time prison, that is, 50 years later.

Of course.

He had been looking for it before, and Hoffa had been looking for it on the day he came back 50 years ago.

But sylby, or delphina, the body he used, is long gone. Hoffa didn't believe that guy would be waiting for himself to trouble him.

However, there are many witches who fall into the dream.

Like Muggles, they roam aimlessly and linger in the real rainstorm.

From the empty elevator all the way down, back to the Ministry of magic underground, Hoffa can see some wandering wizard, walking like a corpse, holding documents, sleepwalking between the office and the office. Although their spirit is trapped in the dream, but the body still keeps the previous habits, work, eat.

Hoffa knocked one of the wizards to the ground and put him on the table to check.

However, nothing special was found in him. Like the Muggles outside, he was wearing a cage and the clothes before his dream. There was nothing else.

Strange...

Hoffa thought, if the magic in every wizard's body is like a pool of water, then if all the pool water on the wizard's body should be gathered together, shouldn't a pipe be built?

Of course, he immediately thought of the God of nightmares.

So he asked, "little monster, can dreams transmit magic?"

"Deliver magic?"

The God of nightmares doesn't seem to understand.

"That is to say, if Silby wants to gather the power of all people, can he let them give up their magic through dreams?"

The little monster in the glass ball danced up and down several times, then shook his head: "no way."

It explains: "dreams are like a virtual network, spreading out in people's conscious world. Everyone can transfer information and exchange information, but only limited to information.

It's hard to imagine things like magic flowing through the dream network

"How should the magic be transmitted?"

Nightmare shook his head. "I don't know."

The God of nightmare did not know, but Hoffa slowly thought of a long-term thing. Many years ago, when I was a sophomore. In order to get rid of the curse on his body, Silby once blatantly detonated Hogwarts.

At that time, he stopped Silby with a shield curse. However, his shield curse was not strong enough, so Dumbledore, Miranda, agraia and all the students of Hogwarts lent their magic to themselves.

Is that a collection of all people's strength?

He thought of the mantra and read it subconsciously: "so."

The spell is as simple as exhaling.

Suddenly, he felt a weak force.

The power with a trace of warmth, like a kiss when the lover's nose.

Why?

Hoffa was stunned.

There is no doubt that the spell works. He can feel the weak and wandering heartbeat and the host's yearning for him.

"So..."

Hoffa repeated the spell.

There is no doubt that the warmth is stronger, and the master of breathing seems to be aware of his own existence.

“So...”He read it again.

This time, some kind of magic bridge is erected between two people, so that he can detect the magic flow of each other and the position of that person. It's not far from him. It's under him.

Hoffa gets excited. He rushes to the elevator of the Ministry of magic and presses the switch.

The elevator opened and he repeated the spell as he descended.

Down to the bottom of the Ministry of magic, the Department of mysteries.

Here, the breath that the spell can detect is getting stronger and stronger. He followed the heart flow mantra and ran forward with great strides.

All the way to a room with a stone arch. The room was dimly lit, rectangular, and hollow in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room is surrounded by stepped stone benches. He stands in the top row. The stone benches extend downward at a very steep angle. There is only a high stone platform in the center of the stone pit, and the arch stands above the stone platform.

The breath is on the other side of the arch.

More and more intense, even with breathing, a lot of magic poured into Hoffa's body.

He climbed up the arch.

Through the ancient and vicissitudes of the arch, Hoffa laughed.

The girl over the arch covered her mouth in surprise.

She was dressed in a simple blue wizard's robe with long high top Martin boots, long thighs, and chestnut hair over her shoulders. His face was thin and his skin was pale. Wearing round glasses, but still hard to hide her wisdom and gentle temperament.

"Miranda!"

Hoffa stood on the stone and waved with a smile.

The girl rushed over.

She climbed over the stone arch.

Rush to Hoffa.

I can't help hugging him.

Hoffa was hit by the impact of two steps back, moved almost tears fell.

He hugged Miranda tightly, patted her on the back and said with emotion: "long time no see... Long time no see..."

the heart in the girl's soft chest was beating like a drum. She panted with excitement, the joy of a long separation, and other complex and strong emotions.

It's been a long time, maybe for Miranda, she hasn't seen Hoffa for only one year, but for Hoffa, God knows how long it is.

They held each other for a long time. Miranda reluctantly pushed him away, wiped his red eyes and sobbed, "where have you been? Only now. "

"I went a long way." "It's too far to imagine," Hoffa said

"So." Miranda took off her round glasses, wiped them and put them on again. She didn't ask Hoffa where he was. She just looked at him with bright eyes: "so... Are you here to help us?"

"Of course."

Hoffa nodded without hesitation. He stroked Miranda's long chestnut hair. He thought that when he saw her last time, she still had short hair that was full of ears. This time, she became long hair that fell down to her back.

I can't help but sigh: "your hair is getting longer."

Then he saw Miranda's thin face, thought of her standard figure before, and said, "people are much taller, but they are also thinner."

"Life is not easy." Miranda sighed, then grinned and hit him on the shoulder. "You too." She poked Hoffa's hair and said with a smile, "your hair has turned black and your eyes have turned black. If I hadn't seen you on the train in the first grade, I would not have recognized you."

Hoffa couldn't help laughing, "it seems that everyone's life is not easy."

"Ha ha ha ~"

Miranda laughs happily, and her previous sadness is swept away. She holds Hoffa's hand: "go, I'll take you to the safe house."

"Safe house?" Hoffa wondered, "where is that?"

Miranda replied, "it's a shelter built by us survivors to prevent us from being found by the people outside and the owners of our dreams."

Hoffa was relieved that there were still survivors.

It's really good news. He thought that sylby had brought all the people in the world into a dream.

He followed Miranda, looked back at the empty stone arch hall at last, and said, "why didn't I see you last time? Miranda. "

"Have you ever been here?" Miranda asked in surprise.

"Yes," said Hoffa. "This is my second time."

"That's strange to say." Miranda rubbed her chin: "I was just helping my grandfather work. Suddenly I felt that you were outside, so I put down my things and came out to look for you. It seemed that... There was a strong impulse in my heart," she said. Her face was reddish and she scratched her head. "I really don't understand, but if you came twice, I didn't feel it last time you came here."

Heart flow: the unity of all dharmas

Hoffa thought of the spell created by Silby, and could not help sighing the power of the spell. He just said the spell a few times and found Miranda.Moreover, the simple mantra so seems to contain endless mysteries, which seem to contain the rhythm of the universe and make people awe.

If you can use this spell yourself.

So to what extent can sylby, the developer of the spell, use it? Hoffa is hard to imagine.

He wanted to give this spell to Miranda, who was also a magic genius, but now he had more important things to understand, so he had to put aside for the time being to understand the origin and development of the exorcism and ask Miranda, "what happened in this year? Those people outside are wearing cages, why don't you?"

Miranda sighed and said, "it's a long story. One Christmas night two years ago, shortly after you left, the cage you used to lock me in collapsed.

Violent magic waves swept the whole of London. For a whole week, the sky in London was in a strange silver light. There was no day or night.

I wanted to find you in the Ministry of magic, but my grandfather stopped me. They blocked all information and did not let anyone into the Ministry. Later, I overheard my grandfather's meeting and learned that the Minister of magic, fatil, had been killed. And you're missing, too.

I think of many ways to find you, but it's no use, whether it's incantation or divination, it doesn't work, you just like completely disappeared in this world. There's no bad omen, no good omen, just, it doesn't exist at all.

"Ah... Yes..." Hoffa thought of his own experience, which was almost to another world: "what happened later?"

"Later I learned that fatil's arrow of time plan was used and destroyed. But no one knows exactly who broke the plan.

However, Adebayor became Minister of magic and began to negotiate with the wizarding community in Germany, hoping for a temporary cease-fire, because we no longer have much resources to continue the war.

The agreement worked, and grindevo was surprisingly talkative. Agreed to almost all the terms of my grandfather. The two countries signed an armistice and there was no war for several months.

However, the good news did not last long. Just when we thought the war was over, a plague broke out in the wizard world and Muggle world.

This plague is strange. It is neither plague nor virus. It's sleep. People infected with this plague sleep 18 hours a day. They are as sleepy as bats. They sleep during the day and dream at night, and when they wake up, they run around and share what they see in their dreams with others.

They declared that they had seen the white light, the heaven and the Savior.

People who are shared also fall into drowsiness. Keep sleeping and dreaming, and then keep sharing their dreams with people.

Soon, the plague spread from one epidemic to another, infecting most of the European population.

No one is working, no one is engaged in production. It seems that everyone has made a decision at the same time. The real world is not satisfactory, so it's better to go to bed.

Later, in order to control the spread of the plague, greendevo built a cage, that is, the cage you see outside, hoping to control the mind of those infected with the hallucination plague.

At first, his plan succeeded.

The man in the cage wakes up from the illusion. They were in agony and making a lot of noise. But in the end, they are willing to go back to work.

ADBE is worried that these people will be used by greendevo, brainwashed by him and become his followers. But judging from the situation at that time, there was no better way.

So he also vigorously promoted psychotherapy, hoping to end the spread of the nightmare. He also built cages for people on our side. In order to prevent the invasion of dreams, the witches at that time wore cages. Including me, I have to say, it's really bad. "

Remembering what happened in the past, Miranda's beautiful face showed a trace of fear.

"But soon, I don't know what happened. One morning, all those who were controlled by the cage fell into a deep sleep, even grindevo himself.

He originally wanted to control others with his spirit, but in the end he was controlled by others, an unknown guy.

Like so many people, I was dragged into a dream.

It's a very sweet dream. Where is it? I... cough cough cough, Miranda waved her hand. Forget it, don't say that. "

"Then what happened?" Hoffa asked again, "how do you get out of your dreams?"