Chapter 405

"Later, I heard that Slytherin became perverse and paranoid after he returned to Hogwarts. When he accepted students, he only accepted pure blood students. He was prejudiced against Muggle born people, so he often had conflicts with other founders.

After his old age, he left a treasure of Hogwarts and his own secret room in Hogwarts, and finally chose to live in seclusion. Before long, he was depressed and died. "

Sylby's voice on the wheelchair is calm and without any emotion, but it contains a kind of strange vicissitudes,

"sometimes I think Slytherin cursed me and made me live in pain forever. But how happy he was. Throughout history, how many people are really happy? Even if there is no curse, will I live happily? "

He shook his head. "I'd like to thank you, Hoffa, for letting me know more about fate five years ago.

The body is like a mask, sometimes confused by it. Curse let me see myself clearly, let me understand that only when I have nothing, can I get rid of the shackles of the body, and see the eternal soul after the mask. "

After he finished, there was no sound on the platform of ten thousand meters high for a long time. Hoffa was immersed in the turbulent waves of his mind. All the time, he thought that Silby's wild hope was to deprive all the Witches of their power, but he didn't expect that he would turn all the people into witches.

"You want all the Muggles in the world to be witches?" He asked incredulously.

"That's right."

Silby nodded calmly: "not only magic has the same origin, but also all magic techniques will be open and transparent, so that everyone can stand on the same starting line. No birth defects, no Squibs, no Muggles. Return the choice to the world, that's what I want. "

"That's impossible."

Hoffa flatly denied it. He shook his head. "It's impossible. No one can do it."

Sylby looked at Hoffa sincerely, "every time, it's impossible for me to do it alone, but you and I have a great chance."

"Fart!" Hoffa couldn't help scolding, "you want to turn them into witches. Have you asked them if they agree?"

Sylby shook his head. "You didn't ask, but Hoffa, don't lie to yourself. Is there anyone in the world who doesn't want to be a wizard? Everyone wants to

For a moment, Huo FA's words were stagnant, but he could not refute them. This proposition is just like whether anyone in the world is willing to become rich. The answer can only be in the affirmative.

Sylby: "I don't know if you've observed that, in a way, the world is extremely unfair. It's called talent. Some people are witches and some people are Muggles. As a Muggle, he wants to be a wizard, but he has no hope.

They can only hate witches and torture witches. After all, they are poor. No matter how open-minded you are, you can't get rid of it. This is the defect at the bottom of the world. "

Hoffa:...

Silby looked at Hoffa and said with trembling: "when I was a wizard of genius, I saw this, but I didn't really understand it. But only after I was cursed, after my body and ordinary people, or even more weak than ordinary people, can I really feel the pain of no choice.

This pain let me see the defects of the world, also let me understand their own value. If you ask me why I don't lift the curse, my answer is no longer necessary. "

"You're so... Crazy..."

Hoffa murmured that he knew that what Silby said was the truth, whether it was what he saw in his dreams, whether it was the past or the future. Ordinary people have hatred and jealousy for what they don't understand and don't have. Like aunt Peggy to Harry, or proletarian to capitalist.

But he still couldn't imagine what kind of world it was. All the people are witches. It's like firing a gun at everyone. They haven't been given instructions yet.

Even the most left-wing populists are insignificant in front of Silby at the moment. It's no wonder that the four founders have to stop him even if they are cheeky and risk their lives.

Sylby pushed the wheelchair and came to Hoffa: "as long as you help me, I can achieve this goal. Although dreams can't transmit material, they can transmit information and energy. This glory, the supreme glory, should be enjoyed by you and me alone....

"don't be kidding!"

Hoffa yelled, interrupting sylby: "I admit you were right in second grade. I didn't know anything at that time, but now it seems that you are more naive than me. Everyone in the world has become a wizard. Do you think they have no greed? Are you kidding about the jungle law? Do you think those Muggles who have never been in touch with magic can restrain themselves when they get this power? "

"Let nature choose!"

Sylby roared back: "the stronger the stronger, the weaker out, heaven should be like this, that's what you said! Even if there is only one man and one woman left to kill, the world can reproduce again. At that time, the world will be only a world of witches! "

"Can't you see the risk?"

Hoffa angrily kicked sylby's wheelchair, swung him up and hit him on the ground. "You only see the result of survival! A kind of income, in your chaos, there are countless results of extinction, do you see it!?Goblins, centaurs, mermaids, giants, werewolves, vampires! Which of them doesn't covet the dominant position of witches and human beings? If you follow your practice, the biggest result is that all the creatures killed at the moment of becoming witches will be bloody, and then other creatures will take advantage of the opportunity to gain profits. "

Sylby, who was thrown to the ground, rolled three times. Unconscious, he fell to the ground with a strange posture, twisted and cocked. He was in a mess, but he said with a smile: "ha, I have to say that you have grown up too much. Hoffa, you are no longer the guy who used to be blindly optimistic. You have a profound understanding of human nature. "

The smile disappeared immediately, and Silby said indifferently: "however, any change is accompanied by severe pains. Only in this way can the times progress and human beings develop. Bloodless change, just perfunctory themselves, perfunctory fool's story.

If they are a little self-motivated, a thousand years is enough for the wizard and Muggle to merge together, what is the result? A thousand years on, the world I see is the same as it was a thousand years ago. "

Hoffa gritted his teeth and said, "there's no difference, but even if you do, there's no difference. After 50 years, I know that history will always repeat itself. "

"That's the difference between you and me, Hoffa."

Sylby tilted his head to see him: "I think history is rhyming, and the rhythm is the singing of the soul, the beauty of existence."

Hoffa's fingers tightened and he said, "I can't help you. Either I'll die or I'll be tortured and then I'll release the dream. You choose."

"Hum ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Silby fell on the ground and laughed repressedly: "ha ha ha ha ha, it's interesting. It's really a turn of Feng Shui. You'll have a choice for me. "

With his only active arm, Silby climbed to the position of Hoffa's wand and said, "but I'm a half man king. I've never despised the choice given by others."

When Hoffa saw his magic wand, his heart jumped, and a bad premonition suddenly rose. He immediately snapped his fingers, "three thousand static stagnation!"

Time has slowed down thousands of times.

The wind no longer blows, and the thin air no longer flows. Sylby stopped, his fingertips resting on the handle of the wand.

However, one thing did not fluctuate with time. The moment he held his wand, a black hole appeared behind him. A tentacle appeared in the black hole and dragged him straight into the black hole.

When he saw the black hole, Hoffa was shocked. He immediately remembered that the God of nightmares used this power when he took him away from the dream world.

Without hesitation, he followed, grabbed Silby's tentacle and jumped into the black hole.

After stepping into the black hole, the world in front of us suddenly disappeared.

Everything has been replaced by darkness.

He ran two steps to the left, but he didn't touch anything. He ran a few steps to the right, but he still didn't touch anything. Silby didn't know where he was.

He tried to stop time, or counter current time, but in the unchanging black, as if time had disappeared, there was no change.

"Damn it

Hoffa strode to run, but there was no end to the darkness and no reference. After running for a long time, he didn't see anything.

"What are you going to do?" He yelled in the dark.

"I'm going to find some way to deal with you... Hum hum..."

there are chilly laughter in the dark.

"Give me back my wand! "Said Hoffa, trying to feel the presence of the wand. In the past, when the wand was in his hand, he could always feel a sense of blood connection.

It's OK not to feel it. As soon as he noticed it, he felt that his soul had fallen down in the boundless darkness.

"Your wand, you mean it?"

Sylby's voice came from the darkness. A rough wood and two hands appeared in the darkness. It was his wand.

Hoffa reached for his wand, but the palm of his hand passed through it, as if he had only touched some kind of dream.

"Oh, it's more than a wand." "The valuable things always flow to the people who can make good use of them, just like this!" said Silby with a smile

In the dark, he stretched out a hand and gently grasped the wand. On the red [seal] on the end of the wand, he gently touched it. Suddenly, a white light appeared in the dark, and everything was separated from top to bottom, like an ink painting.

In the ink painting, Hoffa sees an old man crawling on the top of a mountain, surrounded by countless dancing tentacles and various nameless monsters. Every step he climbed stretched out sharp claws, trying to drag him in place, but the old man never stopped. At the end of the mountain, there was a bright white light, and even the most dazzling gem was eclipsed in front of it.

Sylby's voice rang out beside Hoffa: "tens of thousands of years ago, in the East, a top wizard Jianxin came into contact with dreams and could find himself. In my dream, I found a source of consciousness. In his subconscious mind, he saw the supreme divinity and the dirty instinctHoffa turned around and tried to find Silby, but he didn't find him. The thick ink painting around him changed again.

In the ink painting, the old man went through many hardships and finally came to the top of the mountain, holding the white light in his hand. The moment the white light started, all the nameless terror and distortion around disappeared. The old man woke up from a tree and broke a branch.

"After he found himself and left the dream, he didn't have the heart to destroy the source of consciousness, but worried that it would harm the world, so he sealed him in a branch. That's the origin of the so-called God of nightmares. "

Hoffa never thought that the strange seal at the end of his wand was a little monster. No wonder when he first touched the wand, he felt connected by blood. No wonder when he touched the God of nightmares in the deep sea of dreams, he also felt connected by blood. It turned out that his wand was always around him, but he knew nothing about it.

Sylby: "because of the particularity of dreams, it will resonate with those who have experienced the pain of life and death, because only between life and death can there be real terror.

Hoffa, that's why your wand chose you, that's why your wand chose me. "

"Lie!" Hoffa became angry: "it won't choose you!"

Knowledge is power. Facts speak louder than words.

Silby disappeared, his voice around Hoffa coldly:

I know all this, so I can lift the seal. It is I who let the God of nightmares come to you, and you will no doubt feel kind to him, because it is the core of your wand.

That's why I know your information like the back of my hand. The God is always neutral. He just wants to stand beside the best people. In short, he bets on me and on you.

"No, no!"

Hoffa panicked and denied: "you are lying. You blaspheme it and turn it into the God of dreams."

"Nightmares and beautiful dreams, is there a final conclusion? There is no final conclusion. "

In the dark, Silby's voice said with a smile, "one person's dream is another person's nightmare. The dream of the majority is the nightmare of the minority. The dream of the minority is the nightmare of the majority.

Just like in the real world, 20% of the people hold 80% of the wealth, that is, 20 people's dreams and 80 people's nightmares.

What did I do? I just reversed the situation a little bit. Let 80 people fall into dreams and 20 into nightmares.

Everything is relative. The God of nightmares and dreams is essentially the God of consciousness and dreams. It's the ancient wizard who found the source of human consciousness in his dreams. "

With that, the illusory finger pointed at the end of the wand. The red seal turned into a flame in the dark and burned out.

The red seal was untied, and a giant floated out of the wand. It had countless arms. Its lower body was covered with jellyfish like barbed tentacles. Its head was wrapped in a mass of black smoke. It had no nose and mouth. Every hair on its head was tentacles hundreds of meters long.

It opened its eyes in front of Hoffa. In its eyes as big as a lake, it projected endless reincarnation and void.