Chapter 384

Miranda fell into the memory: "I vaguely remember that in the dream world, there are still some very sober wizards. Those sober wizards are divided into two groups. One is led by Dumbledore. They advocate killing the source of the dream and destroying the source of the dream.

However, the other faction led by greendevo thinks that killing the source of dreams is useless, because they don't know whether the source of dreams you see is the real source of dreams. Therefore, the only way is to die. They should die in dreams and wake up in reality. "

Hoffa thought about it, remembering that Nicole lemme had said something similar to himself.

Miranda continued: "among them, I naturally chose Dumbledore. He let us face the reality, sober from the fantasy, to undertake the responsibility of the wizard. Some people listen and do it. So wake up, of course, most people did not wake up, because the dream is really wonderful.

When we wake up, we want to help those who are still in the dream. We wanted to force them to wake up, but we did, and massive fighting broke out again.

The guys with cages start attacking the rest of the conscious, even trying to put cages on the last conscious.

Although these people are Muggles, they are like machines, tireless and fearless of death.

And after we take off the cage, those who leave the cage will soon die.

Gradually, we found that they could not be their opponents at all. They were too numerous to negotiate, so we had to retreat.

Now, they seem harmless and sleepwalking. But it's actually a large-scale search for us outside. As soon as we go out, those people in the cage will turn into the most ruthless killing machines. "

Miranda's words didn't fluctuate much, but Hoffa still recognized the killing and blood contained in them. In the year when he left, great things happened in the wizarding world.

"The rest of the people have gone underground, which is one of the strongholds."

While speaking, Miranda takes Hoffa to the bottom of the mystery department. It's open and dilapidated here. With the help of the silver dots flying around Miranda, Hoffa once again sees the huge wreckage of the arrow of time, which is fatir's amazing creation. Now seeing it, Hoffa still remembers the crazy and thrilling moment a year ago.

Don't put your hands over your chest. That's where Chloe's soul stone is.

In the dream, Chloe reminded him more than once to destroy her soul stone, but Hoffa knew that he would never do that.

He swore that he would never lose to sylby again.

"Here, here."

Miranda propped up the railing and skilfully jumped down. After falling more than ten meters, she glided gracefully on the broken pipe, obviously very skilful. Finally, she landed lightly and waved to Hoffa on the dusty ground.

Hoffa jumped with her and followed her to the base of the arrow of time machine.

Miranda opens a tiny, almost untraceable sense of control under the base of the arrow of time. The ground sinks, revealing a passage deep behind.

"Come in, please." Miranda greets Hoffa.

"There are no riddles. I'm not used to them." Hoffa made a joke that only Ravenclaw could understand.

"Hogwarts also has a stronghold, but there are fewer people there." Miranda didn't laugh.

"Why don't you hide in Hogwarts?" Hoffa muttered.

"Fool, I've graduated." Miranda gave him a nudge. "You graduated, too."

”"Oh..." Hoffa was a little stunned. He realized that seven years had passed, maybe more. But I left school earlier. Subconsciously, I would think that Miranda was the little girl on the train, but she was not.

He was the first to go underground, and Miranda was behind her.

One before the other, they took seven or eight turns in the tunnel and finally walked into a small house. A raised underpass stands in the middle of the small house. The gate is made of two black stone slabs with two yellow green diamond gems, the size of a fist.

Miranda goes to the door, lowers her head and draws out her wand.

"Casakala." She whispered.

With a creak, the stone door opened slowly. A staircase leading to the underground below is exposed. On both sides of the wall of the stairs, there are a pair of burning torches at intervals, which make the whole passage very bright.

Miranda walked in softly, followed by Hoffa.

Just after a few steps, the sound of the stone door closing slowly came from behind.

The passage is made of small gray stone bricks the size of a palm. The wall looks old. Some stone bricks also lack some gaps. The ground is also this kind of gray stone brick. It's very smooth.

Hoffa thought that no wonder he couldn't find Silby or any other living wizard at the beginning.

It turned out that they were hiding thousands of meters underground.Two people walk in the passage, the torch light on the wall reflects the whole passage into a beating yellow. Bursts of warm air blowing from below. It has a peculiar smell. It's not bad, but it doesn't smell good. It's a bit like the burning ash mixed with water plants.

After a long walk, Hoffa heard the clattering sound of running water and the faint sound of talking from the deep of the passage.

Miranda said again, "you're not lucky. We're cleaning the safe house these days. Maybe those search officers won't look good on you."

"Searchers, who are you looking for?" Hoffa is a little nervous.

Miranda: "sleepwalker, if someone sleepwalks in a gathering place, we have to isolate him."

"Hiding here can also be infected?"

"As long as you fall asleep, you can get infected." "It's a test of willpower," Miranda said

Both of them stopped talking and walked forward. Through the stone channel, and then turn left for a distance. Go through two forks. Finally came to a dark corridor full of pipes. At the end of the corridor, it suddenly opened up.

The sound of the water rumbled down from the top.

The sound of the water was originally transmitted from the pipe above the head. Outside the rain fell into the pipe, along the pipe slope and down, in the underground to form an artificial waterfall, looks spectacular.

On the other side, several sorcerers in shabby robes were standing by the pipe, throwing wood and debris into a large burning tin bucket, which was the source of Hoffa's smell.

"The last three people who went out to collect herbs didn't come back. I'm afraid they were attacked by sleepwalkers." Said a wizard who was warming up.

"An obituary will be issued in a week. Don't crow mouth." Said another wizard.

"Come on, Charlie, have you ever seen a guy who can stay out for five days? It's the same day, day in and day out. " A wizard very decadent said.

"Maybe Dumbledore will have to revise the obituary."

"He doesn't have time to deal with these things. He's short of herbs. He can't synthesize tranquilizers. I'm afraid it's enough to make him worried... Wait, who's that?"

With that, some of the Wizards in the fire pulled out their wands, pointed to Miranda and Hoffa in the corridor, and asked in a loud voice:

"Miranda, who is that around you? It looks very strange."

"Do you think he looks strange?" Miranda replied aloud.

"It's very eye-catching."

"Tell Dumbledore to come here. He will not be surprised." Miranda vowed.

"This..." several watchful night wizards hesitated.

All of a sudden, a wizard put away his wand and opened his eyes in surprise. "Wait a minute, is that Hoffa Bach?"

"What, is it him?"

Several other witches put away their magic wands one after another and whispered to each other: "they really look like each other, but it's said that Hoffa Bach has gray hair."

"The eyes are not, either. They're golden and eye-catching."

"I'm afraid it's not a fake."

"This..."

several witches hesitated more and more. Finally, they raised their wands again: "Hey, Miranda, we suspect that the person next to you is a sleepwalker disguised."

"Hey, man, I don't have a cage on my head!"

Hoffa was not happy to say: "also, I just change my hair and eyes, as for the fuss?"

"I don't believe it. If it was you, where did you go before?" A few witches still don't relax.

"I've been traveling before, because of fear." Hoffa opened his hand and said frankly, "now I'm back. I'll help you solve your problems. I'll take you out of the ground and see the sunshine again."

His words convinced the three witches.

They put down their wands, and one of them said, "even if you're really Hoffa Bach, you have to check to get in."

"Of course."

Hoffa didn't ask Miranda to speak for him. He stepped forward, opened his arms and let three night wizards touch him.

The three witches first checked his belongings and looked at the glass ball with the little monster for a long time. Then he used the magic wand to light the fluorescent charm, checked Hoffa's pupil, pierced Hoffa's earlobe with a small pin, and put his blood into the small reagent tube to shake. Hoffa doesn't know what they're looking for. Maybe they're looking for sleep related hormones like melatonin.

After giving him a big inspection, the three wizards finally determined that he was not enslaved by the dream, so they put down their guard and said with a smile, "welcome back, Mr. Bach, you have been missing for a long time."

"Believe me, I'll be longer than you think." Said Hoffa.

"Do you really have a way to get us back to the ground?"

"There's a way." Hoffa said confidently, "give me some time and I will take you back."The three witches swept the previous decadence and exchanged with each other excitedly.

Miranda rolled her eyes. "I said, you three should be on duty and do what you have in hand."

"Yes, miss gossack."

A few witches said in a joking tone.

For some reason, Hoffa saw the shadow of Ravenclaw in Miranda. Of course, it was not because she was a student of Ravenclaw college, but because he met Ravenclaw once in Silby's dream. At that time, she said similar things to herself.

Through the edge of the pipe, at the end of the corridor.

Down the waterfall is a huge vine that is thick and spirally bent together. Hoffa, who has taken herbal medicine lessons, knows that it is devil's net, a plant that loves darkness and dampness.

Miranda put Hoffa on the devil's net, and they staggered up. The devil's net was covered with moss, a little slippery, and a lot of roots twisted like veins of terminal cancer patients. The waterfall behind the

is rushing and rushing, with white bubbles rising and rushing down.

"You can't be writing a blank check." After stepping into devil's net, Miranda put her ear to Hoffa and asked, "it's good to give them confidence, but they can't stand much disappointment."

"Why," Hoffa said seriously, "am I that kind of person? I will do it. "

"What are you going to do?" Miranda asked seriously.

"Professor Dumbledore is here."

"You want to see him?"

"Yes, I have some clues now. About the location of the source of the dream, and his goal. But if I want to beat him completely, I need some other clues

Miranda covered her mouth and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Hoffa puzzled: "don't believe it."

Miranda shook her head: "I don't know what happened this year, but you are more confident than before. If you can do that, you may become the next Minister of magic, or even the youngest Minister of magic in history. "

The Minister of magic... Hoffa thought about it and thought that he didn't have much interest. If he could solve Silby, he would try to go back 50 years later.

...

it wasn't long before the sound of the water became less and less. They follow the devil's net to the bottom of the waterfall, where there is a spectacular underground lake with little fire and a small group of wooden buildings built along the lake.

Those are crooked buildings built by magic, and hyacinth lamps are hung on each building for lighting. The ground is wet slate, and some buildings have wooden signs hanging, which should be shops or bars. From the appearance, it looks as if we can go back to the 18th century. It seems that this underground water storage lake has existed for a long time, but now it has been reused.

There was no pause. They walked along the slippery road. Finally came to a dome, and the surrounding buildings compared to a little more regular red top wooden building.

Miranda takes Hoffa to the innermost room of the cabin and taps on the door.

"Is that Miranda?" A hazy voice came from inside.

"It's me, professor. Guess who I brought."

"Come in."

With a click, the door opened automatically.

Miranda opens the door and leads Hoffa into the room.

This is a study similar to the office of headmaster Hogwarts. In the middle of the room, on the edge of two large bookshelves, a large grey robed man with his back to them, a hood on his head, and a thick dictionary like book in his hand were browsing.

"Like a rare guest." The man turned the book and said.

Miranda: Yes

The candlestick on the table exploded.

The grey wizard had turned and slowly raised his head.

Of course, this is the first time Hoffa has seen Dumbledore in three years.

With the exception of the Eight Legged Pope Gregory VII, who was seen in the chaotic dream, he felt that the consistency of Gregory VII and Dumbledore in appearance may lie in the consistency of their goals. So they gave Hoffa the same subjective feeling in the dream.

However, when he saw the real Dumbledore, he realized the absurdity of the dream.

His hair is much whiter than before, and his cheek is extremely thin. It should be busy business that makes him aging rapidly, but his eyes are as bright as before.

Miranda closed the door for them and left space for them.

Dumbledore closed the book and stared at Hoffa with his blue eyes under the glass. "You may not believe it, but I knew you would come back to me."

"I'm sorry, professor." Hoffa sighed.

Dumbledore shook his head and opened his hand. "A long journey, right?"

"Yes, a long journey."

Hoffa said with ease. He came forward and hugged Dumbledore. Then he let go: "long time no see, professor. If I can, I hope I came to see you with red wine.""If I can, I'd rather trade the cellars of all the British witches for your help. I hope they will." Dumbledore's humorous answer.

Hoffa took a chair and sat down in front of Dumbledore. How much do you know about the source of this dream? "

"Little is known." Dumbledore frowned. "At first, I thought grindevo was responsible for this crisis, but soon I found out that it was not at all. He was obsessed with the Deathly Hallows and the power of the God of death all his life, and did not dabble in dreams at all. It's the same with me. I think there's something out of the ordinary wizard's power surging in the world. "

"Half king." Hoffa said firmly.

Dumbledore frowned. "It's really him!"

Dumbledore's expression inspired Hoffa. He straightened his back and said, "do you know it's him?"

"No, I don't know much about him." Dumbledore shook his head. "He's gone since the big bang five years ago. I say this only because a friend from afar has been reminding me to be on guard against the pure power in the dark world. "

"So it is..."

Hoffa's excitement faded. He grabbed the quill pen on Dumbledore's desk, wrote a spell on the parchment and handed it to him: "look at this first."

Dumbledore took a look, behind the glasses brow wrinkled into Sichuan words, "this is

"The heart flow spell, the most powerful spell created by the half human king Silby a thousand years ago, can extract the power from all witches. Therefore, I judge that he uses dreams to link the consciousness of all witches together, and his purpose should be to use this spell to bring all the witches' magic together. "

"The unification of all laws... What a great spirit." Dumbledore looked at the parchment in his hand and was puzzled: "is it unrealistic that a single spell can take out all the power in the wizard's body?"

"I don't know how he does it." Hoffa said firmly, "I only know that if he is allowed to realize this plan, the consequences will be incalculable. If he is left alone, the current situation will not be better than it is now, it will only be worse. I must stop him."

Dumbledore looked pleased. He sat down with his fingers crossed. "So, what can I do for you?"

"Can you break the spell?" Hoffa immediately said: "if we can crack it, it will be the same as the collapse of Silby's plan."

Dumbledore repeated the mantra several times and shook his head: "no, I can't break the mantra. It's too simple and stable. It's almost like the most basic elements of the world. I really don't know how the Demi King created it. However, my instinctive feeling is that the spell doesn't seem to have been completed

"Oh? Do you feel that way? "

Hoffa asked in surprise. He was in a dream at that time. Because of the collapsed dream, he only saw half of the incantation in the note. There should be another half that hasn't been seen.

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, it's too simple. It's as simple as a vertical line, but if there is no horizontal line as its reference, then the vertical line will not become a vertical line, and it is meaningless. "

Hoffa shook his head regretfully. It was only a little bit close at that time.

However, he soon got rid of his regret, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "can you help me find the specific position of Silby? As long as I find the source of the dream, I'm sure I can defeat him. "

"Ha ha ~" when he heard Hoffa say that, Dumbledore immediately clapped his hands and smile, "it's better to come early than to come by chance. I don't know the position of the half man king, but someone knows."