Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

As night falls, the twilight gradually sinks, and the cloudless sky turns into a deep purple like a bruise, and then sinks into darkness.

Hoffa and the God of Nightmare followed the soldiers to their barracks. Compared to the group of dreamers outside, the soldier area seemed very quiet.

There was a silent bonfire in the rolling tents, and piles of soldiers around in small groups formed groups, some were roasting, some were cooking, and some were feeding horses.

They are roughly divided into three types, one is plainclothes policemen in police uniforms, the other is the soldiers who fired guns on their backs before, and the other is the soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire. The shields on it all carry a cross and a double-headed eagle, which seem to be older.

Through the soldiers in the barracks, Hoffa can roughly judge the age of Silby’s survival. The Holy Roman Empire should be a matter of his youth, and the soldiers who fired their guns came from his old age. The police uniform is a modern Law Enforcer.

Silby arranges these people here to maintain the stability of his dreams, what exactly does he want to do?

Because these soldiers did not communicate with each other, Hoffa could not assemble any information, and he did not dare to speak rashly.

Because of being afraid of revealing stuff, he masquerades as having an ability behind the group of soldiers. Soldiers eat as soon as they eat. Soldiers practice as well. Soldiers sleep as well. Of course, he doesn't really sleep.

After all the soldiers in one of his tents were asleep, Hoffa got up from the bed and made a gesture to the outside of the tent.

Following the fire, he could see his horse shrink and elongate, and finally turned into a slender S-shaped figure, turned into the god of nightmare, turned from a horse back into a human form, opened the curtain and walked in. .

Hoffa doesn't understand why it turns into a beautiful face every day, obviously it can become any kind of appearance.

"Can't you just change it?" he asked with a smile.

The nightmare god did not speak, her face was cold, and her pace gradually accelerated, and then rushed to Hoffa, pressing him on the bed, pinching his neck with a ruthless palm, and said cruelly: "Next Before you come up with an idea, it’s best to discuss it with me. I can cooperate with you, but you’d better not blaspheme."

"Uh..."

Hoffa When he was pinched, he couldn't breathe. In the dream world, his physical strength was not as strong as in the real world. In the overwhelming majority situation, he was almost like a normal adult.

He didn't dare to make a sound when he was suffocated, so he could only keep breaking the arm of the nightmare god.

The nightmare god who ate shit must have been suppressed for a long time. It didn't dare to attack before, but it doesn't mean it doesn't care.

One second before Hoffa was about to lose consciousness, his neck was loosened, and he suddenly paused on the bed, stroking his neck and gasping depressively.

"Want...want to beat...Silby kind of people...you don't...how do you not pay a price."

"Okay , Pay the price of eating shit, what do you want to do?" The nightmare god asked with a sneer: "If you don't go back, I'm afraid the person outside is really going to die."

"Cough...cough ...." Hoffa tremblingly whispered: "I want to enter the subconscious dream of the group, do you...can you do it?"

The God of Nightmare was startled by his thoughts:" One more layer? That is a double dream. Do you know what that means, all the unstable factors will be multiplied."

"Is it important?" Hoffa resumed breathing.

"It's very important, it's about your life and death. Are you really going to go in?"

"Of course, these soldiers are the incarnation of Silby Spencer's rules , They are the same as Silby to a certain extent in High Level. Only by entering their dreams can I know what Silby wants to do."

The God of Nightmare seemed a little hesitant.

A soldier in the barracks stood up and snored, and the two closed their mouths tacitly.

After a moment of silence, Hoffa said: "Why, can't you do it?"

"It's not impossible, it's a double dream."

The nightmare god warned, “What happens in there will not be strange, and it’s already difficult to get out of this dream. The guy outside is about to die. If you can’t find a way out before he dies, The consequence is that there is another vegetative on the world."

"Can you have a better way?"

Hoffa asked rhetorically.

"Too risky." Nightmare God shook his head: "My suggestion is to find a way to get out of here and destroy Silby's body physically."

Hoffa sighed "I don’t want to fight an enemy I don’t know anymore.

To be honest, since I met him in Second Year, I have never known his true thoughts. He exploded Hogwarts back then. I don’t know what it is, what it is to live for so many years, what it is to untie the curse, and what is the goal of life."

"You already have Power of Time, and you need to understand what it does. Well, as long as you find him, he must not be your opponent in reality." The Nightmare God suggested.

Hoffa laughed at himself: "forgive me to speak bluntly, he used time as a weapon 50 years earlier than me, maybe 300,000 years, to say that he has no back hand waiting for me, I Don’t believe it."

The nightmare god pondered for a long time, and finally he compromised: "Well, I will help you enter the Second Layer dream, but I will not enter it myself."

Yes, the expected answer, Hoffa thought, this is spiritual God. If he died, the God of Nightmare could still find a way to find his next home.

However, after going through 6,000 cycles of life and death, he has seen a lot of things and realized a lot of things.

Spiritual God represents only rules. It doesn’t have too many emotions. The world needs nightmares, so there is a nightmare god, and the world needs death. Therefore, there is Death, the world has night, and everything has night gods. No one can dominating the world, the nightmare god will not kill himself because of the anger of eating shit, and he cannot use Power of Time act wilfully. The God of Nightmare didn't want to put all the bets on himself. Instead, he would do the same. The divine blood in his body told him that the world is above everything else.

"Come on."

Hoffa closed her eyes.

The nightmare god presses his forehead with one hand, and presses the soldier's forehead with the other.

As if being pushed into the water, it started to fall after a plop.

This time the dive time is longer. There is no light in front of him. The sound of water rumbling in his ears is full of the sound of water. The pressure of all directions makes him a little breathless. Gradually, it becomes dark. Something appeared in the deep pool of. He closed his eyes, letting the thing drag him, and went upstream.

......

oh la la, accompanied by the ease of watering.

......

He can breathe.

When I opened my eyes, my dream changed again.

He was wearing a heavy fur coat, standing in a scorched and scorched snowfield, all around, the chill was pressing.

Heavy snow like feathers fell from the all black, no daylight sky, on his shoulders, on the tip of his nose.

oh la la oh la la oh la la!

The footsteps of neat and tidy came from overhead.

He looked up and saw that he was standing under a city wall. The city wall was covered with stairs made of thick wooden beams, which were firmly nailed to the stone wall, and the long stairs were winding. The twists and turns, like a bolt of lightning, crookedly climb the city wall.

Lines of soldiers ran up the stairs neatly, holding various standard weapons, long axes or bows in their hands. Probably preparing for battle or exercise. Each of them carried a shield with a double-headed eagle and a cross on their back.

There is not much difference from the barracks just now, but the atmosphere is more tense.

"Is the kerosene ready?"

"I will be there soon!"

"Is the Rolling Stone enough?"

"Not enough."

"If you are not enough, let the craftsman hurry up and pick it up. Also, those 30,000 arrows will come up! Those damn guys may come at any time!"

Noisy Hoffa’s instructions and commands echoed in Hoffa’s ears. He couldn’t help but stand under the city wall and mutter to himself: "What kind of ghost place is this?"

He walked towards the city wall, his boots breaking through the cold night Icing, snow crunching under my feet, my breath condensed into frost like a banner before my eyes. He crossed his chest and walked faster.

"Hey! You!"

A soldier saw him and shouted, "What did you do?"

shuaa~, a few found him The soldier threw away the arrow bundle in his hand, stepped forward, quickened his pace, walked through the city wall, surrounded him round and round, some even pulled out the sharp blade and pointed at his neck:

"You are Who, so face-to-face, is it the spies sent by the group of wizards?"

The spies sent by the wizards?"

Hoffa's eyes widened slightly. Are these muggle soldiers at war with the wizard? Why didn't he remember that there was such an occurrence in history.

At this time, a priest in red robe walked down the ladder of the city wall quickly: "What's the matter, what's the matter!?" He asked loudly, "What's going on, making a noise here? "

"Father Mark Sk, a stranger broke in. We suspect that he is an agent sent by Pandora." The soldier replied.

"A spy?"

Father red robe put his nose in front of Hoffa and asked, "Are you a spy?"

"No ."

"Then tell me when Christ’s birthday is." The priest said in a gloomy tone.

"Huh? What?" Hoffa was caught off guard by this question.

"I don't know!"

The priest's nostrils suddenly enlarged, "It really is a heretic,"

He immediately pulled out a black cover from his waist "Bible", read aloud after opening: "Those who walk in the dark, the servants of the devil and the Evil Spirit, will surely be purified by the light of the world. Now, surrender to the spirit of truth, heretic ——" Father The closed book said: "Start!"

The soldiers raised their sharp blades one after another.

"Wait a minute!"

Hoffa raised his hand and shouted, stopping the group of unfathomable mystery soldiers.

"What do you want to say?"

Father red robe asked coldly.

"I am an intelligence officer from the rear who is in charge of handing over information. You dare to do this to me!" Hoffa yelled with confidence, "Fortunately, I ran for hundreds of kilometers to save you. Will it end! Where is your Chief-In-Charge, I want to see him!"

"Informant?"

The soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay and get up.

The priest looked at him suspiciously: "Do you have evidence?"

Hoffa closed his eyes, took off his gloves, and fumbled for a moment on his chest. When he opened his eyes, he I took out a letter sealed with Red Seal mud from my pocket, and handed it forward: "No, take it for yourself!" Read the handwriting.

Hoffa held his breath. He didn't know what was going on in that letter. Everything was visualized temporarily. Anyway, this is a beautiful dream, and all his wishes in the scope of his cognition Can be achieved.

After Father Red Robbe finished reading the letter, his face became uncertain. He closed the letter and looked very hesitant. The soldier held his breath on the side, silently waiting for the priest's order.

"Belief is okay, but why don't you even know the birthday of Christ?" The priest was still worried.

Hoffa's complexion remained unchanged, "Because I remember his death day, the world has only changed from that day."

The priest's complexion looked a little better, and he was a bit unwilling. snorted, "Fortunately for you, I will take you to see the pope and see if you will show your feet."

The soldiers showed annoyed expressions and released Hoffa.

The priest took Hoffa onto the city wall and came to a high place, only to realize that there was a huge difference between this and the previous dream.

The upper level of dreams is some beautiful as if dreams and visions in a bubble, full of funny and unreality, but this level of dreams should have happened truly.

Outside the city wall, the trenches were dug one after another, and the spurs were neatly facing outwards, fierce and sharp. Various corpses were worn on the thorns, and the corpses were burned into coke in the flames. Some injured horses that lost their owners limped in the flames, some dragged their intestines, and fell to their deaths before they went far.

In the extreme distance, among the dancing snowflakes, one can vaguely see the opponent's camp. They are shining dots of lights in the dark, huge and quiet.

War.

The war between wizard and muggle.

Hoffa wanted to know what happened here, but he dared not ask for fear of revealing himself.

He followed the priest red robe silently, not knowing how long he had been away.

The priest took him to a church in the middle of the city.

The church has been transformed into a medical center. Countless clergymen in white robes ran around here. The black bones were left, and the clergyman was holding a saw to help him saw his legs, and there was a startling wailing in the air.

The dream of First Layer is completely opposite, Hoffa began to wonder, Silby, what kind of medicine is sold in bottle gourd, and why he wants to build a dream on top of the nightmare.

He can't understand.

The priest led him through the screaming hall, through the deep corridor, to the door of a bedroom deep in the church, and opened the door.

"Go in, and go with the Pope to hand over the task."

Father red robe said.

The Pope! ?

Hoffa looked into the bedroom over Father Red Robbe's shoulder.

It's okay not to look at it. This look shocked him.

There is a four-poster bed in the bedroom. On the four-poster bed lies a sickly old man, whom Hoffa is familiar with. He has white breath and hair, and a crooked nose.

It was Albus.Dumbledore.