Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The heavy rain fell on the glass ball, covering it with water droplets. The nightmare god is not a human being, nor does he have an expression, just floating in a glass ball.

Hoffa told him the results of his speculation, but he couldn't see any mood swings.

It took a while before it sent a message with its mind.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"What about..."

Hoffa was also a little confused for a while.

Though he used spells, he inferred Silby's purpose.

But it is not clear how to stop him, nor is he sure what his specific measures will be.

"Myriad Laws Return To One, if he can take away all the magic power of the wizard, then why not do it right away." The Nightmare God said, "Obviously he can't do this yet. Some conditions are missing. My suggestion is that you can find other wizards first. If you can find other wizards, maybe you will have other clues."

It makes sense.

Hoffa thought that before, he was reluctant to find a helper because he was afraid that others would drag him down, but now it seems that he must find other wizards. One gets the benefit, but the price has been paid. If Silby wants Myriad Laws Return To One, then he must at least find a way.

After making up his mind, Hoffa stopped procrastinating, he grabbed the nightmare god in the glass ball, and Disapparation disappeared. When he reappeared, he came to the Ministry of Magic in London.

This is him in the real world. The place where Silby was last seen. A year ago, (or 300,000 years ago) Silby used Fatir’s plan here to destroy Chloe’s fleshy body and sent him to the Time Prison, which is fifty years later. .

Of course.

He had looked for it before, and Hoffa looked for it on the day he came back fifty years ago.

But Silby, or the Fleshy body Delphine he used, is long gone. Hoffa also didn't believe that the guy would wait for him to trouble him.

However, there are many wizards who fall into dreams here.

Like muggle, they wander aimlessly, struggling on whilst at death's door in the actual rainstorm.

From the empty elevator all the way down, back to the Ministry of Magic underground, Hoffa can see some wandering wizards, walking corpse, holding documents, sleepwalking between the office and the office. Although their spirits are deeply trapped in their dreams and cannot extricate themselves, their bodies still maintain their previous habits of working and eating.

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

However, nothing special was detected from him. Like the muggles outside, he was wearing a cage and clothes before dreaming. Apart from this, there was nothing more.

Weird...

Hoffa thought, if the magic power in each wizard's body is like a pool of water, then all the pool water in the wizard's body should be gathered together. Should a pipe be built?

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

So he asked: "Little monster, can dreams deliver magic power?"

"Transmit magic power?"

The nightmare god looks a little different Great understanding.

"That is to say, if Silby wants to bring everyone's power together, can they give them magic power through dreams."

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

It explained: "Dreamland is like a virtual network, spread out in the world of consciousness between people, and everyone can Passing information, exchanging information, but only limited to information.

It is hard to imagine that entities such as magic power will flow in the dream network."

"That magic power How should it be delivered?"

The God of Nightmare shook his head, "I don’t know."

The God of Nightmare didn’t know, but Hoffa slowly remembered something far away. . Many years ago, when I was a Second Year. In order to relieve the curse on him, Silby once detonated Hogwarts.

At that time, he stopped Silby with a shield curse. However, his shield curse alone was not powerful enough, so Dumbledore, Miranda, Aglaia, and all the students of Hogwarts at that time lent themselves magic power.

Is that the power of bringing everyone together?

Myriad Laws Return To One ...

Hoffa thought of spells, and subconsciously said: "So."

This spells is simply like Exhale the same.

Suddenly, he felt a weak force.

The power has a hint of warmth, like the snort of a lover when kissing.

Huh?

Hoffa was taken aback.

There is no doubt that spells have worked, he can feel the thin and gossamer heartbeat, and the heartbeat master's miss for him.

"So..."

Hoffa recites spells again.

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

"So..."

He read it again.

This time, some kind of magic power bridge is horizontally spanned between the two, allowing him to perceive the flow of the other's magic power and the location of that person. It's not far from himself, it can be said that he is just below him.

Hoffa got excited, he strode to the Ministry of Magic elevator and pressed the switch.

The elevator opened, and while repeating spells, he descended.

All the way down to the bottom of the Ministry of Magic, the mysterious affairs department.

Here, the breath that spells can detect is getting stronger and stronger. Following the flow spell, he strode forward.

I ran to a room with a stone arch. The room was dimly lit and rectangular in shape with a hollow in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room all around is a stepped row of stone benches. He stands on 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 arches stand. Above the stone platform.

The breath is on the other side of the arch.

Becoming stronger and stronger, even with breathing, a lot of magic power poured into Hoffa's body.

He climbed up the arch in three and two times.

Through the ancient, vicissitudes of life, Hoffa laughed.

The girl over the arch covered her mouth in surprise.

She is wearing a plain blue wizard gown, underneath the gown are long high-top Martin boots, her thighs are slender, and chestnut hair is draped over her shoulders. His face was thin and his skin was pale. Wearing round glasses, but still can't conceal her wise and feminine temperament.

"Miranda!"

Hoffa stood on the stone platform with a smile and beckoned.

The young girl rushed over.

She climbed over the stone arch.

Rush to Hoffa's side.

He hugged him involuntarily.

Hoffa was hit by the impact and took two steps back, and almost tears fell from the touch.

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

The heart in the soft chest of the young girl throbs like a drum. She gasped with excitement, it was the joy of reuniting after a long time, and other complex and intense emotions.

After years, perhaps for Miranda, she has not seen Hoffa for only one year, but for Hoffa, heaven knows how long this year is.

The two held them for a long time before Miranda pushed him away reluctantly, wiped his red eyes, and choked up: "Where have you been? I've only come back now."

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"I went to a very far place." Hoffa said, "It's too far to imagine."

"That's it." Miranda took off her round glasses and wiped it. Wipe it and put it on again. (I just smashed it) She didn't ask Hoffa where exactly she went, but looked at him with shiny eyes: "Then...are you here to help us?"

"Of course."

Hoffa without the slightest hesitation's nodded, he stroked Miranda's long chestnut hair, thinking that when I saw her last time, she still had short hair with ears, and this time she became dangling. Long hair on the back.

Can't help but sigh with emotion: "Your hair is getting longer."

Then he saw Miranda's thin face again, thinking that her figure was still very standard before, so he said: " People are quite high, but they have also become thinner."

"Life is not easy." Miranda sighed, then grinned, and hit him with her shoulder: "You too." She poked. Hoffa’s hair, said with a smile: "Your hair has turned black, and your eyes have turned black. If I hadn’t seen you on the First Year train, I’m afraid I wouldn’t recognize you."

Hoffa couldn't help but laugh, "It seems everyone's life is not easy."

"hahahaha~"

Miranda smiled happily, the previous sadness was wiped out. She took Hoffa's hand: "Go, I'll take you to the safe house."

"The safe house?" Hoffa was curious, "Where is that."

Manda replied "That is a shelter built by us survivors to prevent us from being found by those outside and the owners of dreams."

There are still survivors, Hoffa relaxed.

This is really great news. He thought that Silby had dragged everyone in the world into a dream, and he was not spared.

He followed Miranda, and finally looked back at the empty stone arch hall, and then confused: "Why didn't I see you last time? Miranda."

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

"I have been here," Hoffa said, "This is my second time here."

"This is strange." Miranda rubbed her chin. "I was helping my grandfather with my work just now. I suddenly felt that you were outside, so I put down my things and came out to find you. It seemed...as if there was an impulse," she said and scratched her head slightly red. "I really don't understand, but if you came here twice, I really didn't feel it the last time you came."

Flow of heart: Myriad Laws Return To One

Hoffa thought of the spells created by Silby, and couldn't help but sigh the power of the spells. He just read this spells a few times and found Miranda.

Moreover, that simple spell So seems to contain endless mysteries, and that mystery seems to contain the rhythm of the universe, which makes people awe-inspiring.

If you can use this spells.

So how much can Sylby, the developer of spells, use it? Hoffa is simply unimaginable.

He wanted to immediately give this spells to Miranda, who is also a spell genius, but he still has more important things to understand, so he had to put down the whole explanation of the flow spell for the time being. sequence of events, asked Miranda: "What happened this year? Those people outside are all wearing cages. Why didn't you?"

Miranda sighed and said: "This It’s a long story. On Christmas night two years ago, not long after you left, the transfiguration cage you used to close me collapsed.

The violent magic wave swept across. Throughout London, for a whole week, London’s sky is under a weird silver light. There is no day or night.

I want to enter the Ministry of Magic to find you, but my grandfather finds it Came here and stopped. They blocked all the news and didn't let anyone into the ministry. Later, I overheared grandfather's meeting and realized that the Ministry of Magic, Fatir, had been killed. And you also disappeared. It’s gone, no sign.

I thought of many ways to find you, but it was useless. No matter whether it was spells or divination, it didn’t work. And there is no auspicious sign, but it doesn't exist at all.

"Ah...Yes..." Hoffa thought of what happened to him, and it was indeed almost to another world: "What happened later?" "

"Later I learned that Fatir's Time Arrow project was used and destroyed. But no one knows who actually broke the plan.

However, Adbe became the Ministry of Magic as he wished, and began negotiations with the German Wizarding World, hoping to temporarily cease fire, because we no longer have much resources to continue the war.

The agreement worked, and Grindelwald was surprisingly talkative. Almost all the terms of grandfather have been promised. The two countries signed an armistice agreement, and there were no wars for several months.

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

This plague is very strange. It is neither a plague nor a virus. It's sleep. People who are infected with this plague sleep for eighteen hours a day, and those who are lethargic are like bats. They sleep and dream day and night, and when they wake up, they run around, sharing what they see in their dreams with others.

They claimed that they saw white light, saw heaven, and saw savior.

And those who are shared will also fall into drowsiness. Sleeping and dreaming constantly, and sharing my dreams with others.

Soon, this plague spread to ten, ten to one hundred, infecting most of the European population.

No one is working anymore, and no one is engaged in production anymore. It seems that everyone has made a decision at the same time. The reality is that the world is not as expected, so it is better to go to sleep.

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

At first, his plan was successful.

The person who was put on the cage wakes up from the hallucinations. They were in pain and quarreled. But I am always willing to go back to work and no longer sink.

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

So he also vigorously promoted psychotherapy, hoping to end the spreading nightmare. He also built cages for the people here. In order to prevent the invasion of dreams, the wizards at that time all wore cages. Including me, I have to say, that really sucks. "

Recalling what happened in the past, a trace of fear appeared on Miranda's beautiful face.

"But not long after, I don't know what happened. In the early morning of one morning, all those who were controlled by the cage fell asleep, even Grindelwald himself fell asleep.

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

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

It was really an extremely sweet dream, where, I...cough cough cough, Miranda waved his hand, forget it, let’s not talk about it. "

"What happened later?" "Hoffa asked again, "How did you escape the dream?" "