Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Miranda fell into memory: "I vaguely remember that in the dream world within the realm, there are still some extremely sober wizards. Those sober wizards are divided into two factions, one is Dumbledore First, they advocate killing the source of that beautiful dream and destroying the source of dreams.

The other faction led by Grindelwald believes that killing the source of dreams is useless because they don’t know what you see. Is the source of dreams the real source of dreams? Therefore, the only way is death, dying in dreams and waking up in reality, this is their way."

Hoffa thought for a while, remembered Nicholas Flamel said something similar to himself.

Miranda continued: "Among them, I naturally chose Dumbledore. He asked us to face reality, wake up from fantasy, and assume the responsibility of the wizard. Some people listened to it, and I did. So I woke up. Of course, most people did not wake up, because the dream was truly wonderful.

After we were sober, we wanted to help those who are still in the dream. We hope to force them to wake up. Come, but we did this, and a large-scale battle broke out.

Those guys wearing cages began to attack the awake people, and even wanted to put a cage on the last awake person.

Those people are muggles, but after putting on the cages, they are like machines, tireless and not afraid of death.

After we took off the cages, those who left the cages People will die soon.

Gradually, we discovered that the impossible is their opponent. They are too large to negotiate, so we have to retreat steadily.

Now, they seem to be harmless to humans and animals, sleepwalking. But they are actually searching for us on a large scale outside. As soon as we go out, those in the cage will turn into the most ruthless killing machine."

Miranda's words didn't fluctuate much, but Hoffa still heard the murder and blood in it. In the year he left, the wizard world really had one major event after another.

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

While talking, Miranda took Hoffa to the bottom of the Department of Mysteries. This place was empty and dilapidated. With the help of the silver light spots flying around Miranda, Hoffa once again saw the huge wreckage of the "Arrow of Time", which was Fatir's amazing creation. Seeing it now, Hoffa still remembers that crazy and thrilling moment a year ago.

Don’t stop covering your chest with your hands. That’s where Chloe’s soul stone is stored.

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

He vowed that he would never lose to Silby again.

"Come here."

Miranda jumped off the railing skillfully. After falling more than ten meters, she slid gracefully on the broken pipe. Obviously she was extremely skilled, and finally she fell to the ground lightly, beckons with the hand on the dusty ground.

Hoffa jumped down with her, followed her, to the base of the Arrow of Time machine.

Miranda opened a small, almost undetectable sense of control under the base of the Arrow of Time, and the ground sank, revealing a tunnel hidden behind it.

"Please come in." Miranda greeted Hoffa.

"There is no riddle here, I'm not used to it." Hoffa made a joke that only Ravenclaw could understand.

"Hogwarts also has a stronghold, but there are fewer people there." Miranda did not smile.

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

"Fool, I have graduated." Miranda nudged him, "You also graduated."

"Oh..." Hoffa was taken aback for a moment. I realize that seven full years have passed, maybe more. It's just that I left school earlier, and subconsciously, I still think that Miranda is the little girl on the train, but it's not anymore.

He took the lead to dive underground, and Miranda followed her.

The two one after the other, turned seven or eight turns in the tunnel, and finally walked into a small house. A raised underground passage stood in the middle of the small house. The gate is two black stone slabs, with two yellow-green diamond-shaped gems inlaid on the top, fist sized.

Miranda walked to the door, lowered her head and pulled out wand.

"Kasakala." She whispered.

With a creak, the stone gate slowly opens inward. A stairway leading to the ground below was exposed. On both sides of the wall of the stairs, there was a pair of burning torches at intervals, illuminating the entire passage very brightly.

Miranda walked in lightly, Hoffa followed.

Just a few steps inside, the sound of the stone gate slowly closing came from behind.

The passage is made of small gray stone bricks the size of a palm, and the wall looks a bit old. Some stone bricks are also missing some gaps. The ground is also this gray stone brick. It's very smooth to step on.

Hoffa thought it was no wonder she couldn't find Silby in the first place, and couldn't find other living wizards.

It turned out that they all hid several kilometers underground.

The two walked in the passage, and the torch fire on the wall reflected the whole passage into a beating yellow. A burst of warm air kept blowing from diagonally below. There was a peculiar smell in it. It was not unpleasant, but it didn't smell very good. It was a bit like aquatic plants mixed with burning ashes.

After walking some distance, Hoffa heard the sound of crash-bang and faint voices coming from the depths of the passage.

Miranda said again, "You are not lucky, we are cleaning the safe house the past few days, maybe those searchers will not look good to you."

"Searcher, are you searching for who?" Hoffa was a little nervous.

Miranda: "Sleepwalker, if someone falls into sleepwalking in a gathering place, we have to isolate him."

"Hiding here will also be infected?"

"As long as you fall asleep, you may be infected." Miranda said: "It's a test of willpower."

The two stopped talking, and kept heading forward. Passing through the stone brick passage, turned left and walked a distance. Go through two forks. Finally came to a dark corridor full of pipes. At the end of the corridor, it suddenly became clear.

The sound of water rumbling from the top.

The sound of water came from the pipe overhead. The rainwater outside fell into the pipe and leaned down the pipe, forming an artificial waterfall underground, which looked spectacular.

& Crushed material, that is the source of the smell that Hoffa had smelled before.

"The three people who went out to gather herbs did not come back last time, I am afraid they were attacked by sleepwalkers." said a fire-fighting wizard.

"The obituary can only be issued in a week, goodbye to the crow's mouth." Another wizard said.

"Come on, Charlie, have you really seen a guy who can survive five days outside? The result will be the same day after day, day after day." A wizard said very decadently.

"Maybe Dumbledore has to revise the time of the obituary."

"He has no time to deal with these things. He lacks herbs and can't synthesize tranquilizers. I'm afraid it's enough to make him feel bad. ...Wait, who is that?"

As we talked, several wizards taking out wand, pointing to Miranda and Hoffa that appeared in the depths of the corridor, asked loudly:

"Miranda, who is next to you, looks strange."

"Do you think he is strange?" Miranda replied loudly.

"It's pretty eye-catching."

"Then tell Dumbledore to come over, he must be eye-catching." Miranda solemnly vowed.

"This..." The vigilant night wizards hesitated.

Suddenly, a wizard put away wand, his eyes widened in surprise, "Wait a minute, is that Hoffa Bach?"

"What, is it him?"

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Several other wizards put away wand one after another, chirp chirp twitter twitter whispered to each other: "They look very similar, but the legendary Hoffa Bach is not gray-haired."

"Neither are the eyes. His eyes are golden, very eye-catching."

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

"This..."

Several wizards hesitated more and more. Finally, they raised wand again: "Hey, Miranda, we suspect that the person next to you is a sleepwalker posing as a sleepwalker."

"Hey, buddy, my head There is no cage on it!"

Hoffa said unhappily: "Also, I just changed my hair and eyes. As for making a fuss about nothing?"

" I don't believe it, if it was really you, where did you go before?" The wizards still didn't relax.

"I've been traveling before because of fear." Hoffa spread his hands and said frankly: "Now I am back, I will help you solve the problem, take you out of the ground and see the sunshine again."

His words convinced the three wizards.

They put down the wand, one of them said: "Even if you are really Hoffa.Bach, you have to check before you can come in."

"Of course."

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Hoffa didn't let Miranda speak for him, and automatically stepped forward, opened his arms, and let the three night-time wizards touch him.

The three wizards first checked the item on his body, and looked for a long time with the glass ball containing the little monster. Then I lighted the fluorescent charm with wand, checked Hoffa's pupils, pierced Hoffa's earlobe with a small pin, put his blood into the small reagent tube and shook it. Hoffa didn't know what they were checking, maybe it was checking hormones related to sleep such as melatonin.

After giving him a big check, the three wizards finally determined that he is not a slave to the dream, so they put down their guard, said with a smile: "Welcome back, Mr. Bach, you have been missing for a long time. ."

"Trust me, I take longer than you think." Hoffa said.

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

"There is a way." Hoffa said confidently, "Give me some time, I will definitely take you back ."

The three wizards swept away the previous depression and exchanged excitement with each other.

Miranda rolled the eyes, "I said, you three will spend the night well and do what you have at hand."

"Yes, Miss Goshak."

Several wizards said in a joke.

For some reason, Hoffa actually saw Ravenclaw's shadow in Miranda. Of course, it was not because she was a student of Ravenclaw house, but because he met Ravenclaw once in Silby’s dream. Said something similar to myself.

Go across the edge of the pipe and at the end of the corridor.

Following the waterfall is a huge vine plant bent together in a thick spiral. Hoffa, who has been on Herbology, knows that it is Devil's Snare, a plant that loves darkness and humidity.

Miranda pulled Hoffa up to Devil's Snare, and the two walked up staggeringly. Devil's Snare was covered with moss, a bit slippery, and a large number of roots resembled blood vessels in the veins of advanced cancer patients. Coiling.

The waterfall behind is turbulent, filled with bursts of white foam, roaring down.

"You are not writing a bad check." After walking on Devil's Snare, Miranda asked Hoffa's ear: "It is good to give them confidence, but they can't bear much disappointment. "

"How come," Hoffa said seriously, "Am I that kind of person? I will definitely do it."

"Then 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 dream The location of the source and his goal. But if I want to completely defeat him, I need some other clues."

Miranda covered her mouth and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Hoffa is confused: "Don't believe me."

Miranda shook his head: "I don't know what happened this year, but you are much more confident than before. If you can really agree to them, maybe you can become the next Ministry of Magic, maybe the youngest Ministry of Magic in history."

Ministry of Magic...Hoffa thought about it. I think, I still don't feel much interest. If he can solve Silby, he should find a way to return to 50 years later.

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It didn't take long for the water to become quieter. They followed Devil's Snare to the bottom of the waterfall, where there was a magnificent underground lake with dots of fire, and a small group of wooden buildings built along the lake.

Those are crooked and crooked buildings built with magic, and hyacinth lights 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 seems to go back in time and space to the eighteenth century. It seems that this underground water storage lake has existed for a long time, but it is now being reused.

Without stopping, the two of them moved along the slippery road all the way. Finally, I came to a dome in the red-roofed wooden building that was slightly more regular than the surrounding buildings.

Miranda led Hoffa to the innermost room of this wood house and knocked gently on the door.

"Is it Miranda?" A dim voice came from inside.

"It's me, professor, guess who I brought here."

"Come in."

With a ka-cha, the door opens automatically It's a seam.

Miranda opened the door and led Hoffa into the room.

This is a study similar to Hogwarts headmaster's office. In the middle of the room, beside the two large bookshelves, a large gray robe man with his back turned to the two of them, with a hood on his head, and a thick dictionary-like book in his hand, looking through it.

"It seems to be a rare visitor." The man flipped through the book and said.

Miranda: "Yes."

The candlestick on the table exploded with fire.

The gray robe wizard has turned around and slowly lifts the head.

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

Except for the eight-legged Pope Gregory VII he saw in the chaotic dream. He felt that the consistency of appearance between Gregory VII and Dumbledore might lie in their identical goals. So in the dream they gave Hoffa the same subjective feelings.

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

His hair is a lot whiter than before, and his cheeks are also abnormally thin. It should be busy affairs that made him age quickly, but his eyes are still as bright as they used to be.

Miranda closed the door for them, leaving room for them.

Dumbledore closed the book and stared at Hoffa with blue eyes under the glass: "speaking of which you may not believe it, I know you will come back to me."

"Sorry , Professor." Hoffa sighed.

Dumbledore shook his head and opened his hand: "A long trip, right?"

"Yes, a long trip."

Hoffa Speaking lightly, he stepped forward and gave Dumbledore a hug. Then let go: "long time no see, professor, if I can, I hope I came to see you with red wine."

"If I can, I would rather exchange all the wine cellars of Britain’s wizards in exchange for yours. Help, I hope they will." Dumbledore replied humorously.

Hoffa pulled a chair and sat down in front of Dumbledore. "Professor, the situation is urgent, so let's not talk about other things. How much do you know about the source of this dream?"

"Little is known." Dumbledore brows tightly frowns, "At first, I think Grindelwald caused this crisis, but soon I realized that it was not at all. He was obsessed with the power of Deathly Hallows and Death all his life. The dream is not involved at all. The same is true for me. I think that there is some power beyond the conventional wizard surging in the world."

"Half-man king." Hoffa said confidently.

Dumbledore raised his brows. "It's really him!"

Dumbledore's expression inspired Hoffa, and he straightened his back: "You know it's him too?"

"No, I don't know much about him." Dumbledore shook his head; "He has completely disappeared since the big explosion five years ago. I say that, but a friend from afar keeps reminding me to Beware of the sheer power in Dark World."

"so that's how it is ....."

Hoffa's excitement faded, he grabbed quill on Dumbledore's table and swiped He wrote a spell on the parchment and handed it over: "Look at this first."

Dumbledore took a look, and the brows behind his glasses wrinkled into the word "Chuan", "This is... .?"

"Heart flow spell, this is the strongest spells created by the half-man King Silby a thousand years ago, which can extract all the power in the wizard. Therefore, I judge, he used dreams Linking the consciousness of all the wizards together, the purpose should be to use this spells to bring all the wizard magic powers together."

"Myriad Laws Return To One...It's such a great spirit." Dumbledore looked at the parchment in his hand and was a little confused: "Can you remove all the power from the wizard with just one spell? This is unrealistic."

"I don't know his specific operation method. "Hoffa said confidently, "I only know that if he is allowed to realize this plan, the consequences will be immeasurable. If he is left alone, the status quo will not be better than it is now, it will only be worse. I must stop him."

Dumbledore showed relief, he sat down with his fingers crossed: "So, what can I do for you?"

"Can you crack this spell?" Hoffa said immediately : "If you can, cracking it is tantamount to disintegrating Silby's plan."

"Myriad Laws Return To One...Myriad Laws Return To One...Myriad Laws Return To One. .."

Dumbledore repeated this spells several times, then shook his head: "No, I can't crack this spell. It's too simple and too solid, almost like the most basic element of the world. Same, I don’t know how the half-man king created it, but , I feel instinctively, this spells seems to have not been completed. "

"Oh? Do you feel this way? "

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

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, it's too simple. It is so simple that it is almost like 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 even more meaningless. "

Hoffa shook his head regretfully, only a little bit at the time.

However, he quickly got rid of the regret, pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Then you can help me find Is Silby's exact location? As long as I find the source of the dream, I will be sure to defeat him. "

"haha~" Hearing Hoffa's words, Dumbledore immediately smiled with his palms, "It's really early, not as good as a coincidence. I don't know the position of the half-man king, but someone knows." "