Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"Later, I heard that when Slytherin returned to Hogwarts, his temperament became perverse and paranoid. When accepting students, he only accepted pure-blood students and had prejudice against muggle-born people. For this reason, he He often had conflicts with other founders.

After his old age, he left the Hogwarts Orb and his Chamber of Secrets in Hogwarts, and finally chose to live in seclusion. After a while, he died in depression."

Sylby’s voice in the wheelchair was calm and without emotion, but it contained a strange vicissitudes of life,

"Sometimes I think, Slytherin cursed me, making I live in pain forever. But how happy he is to live. Throughout history, how many people are really happy? Even if there is no curse, will I be happy again?"

He shook the head, "speaking of which I also want to thank you, Hoffa. The battle five years ago gave me a better understanding of fate.

This fleshy body is like a mask , And sometimes be deceived by it. The curse made me see myself clearly, and made me understand that only when I have nothing, can I escape the shackles of the flesh. After seeing the mask, the Eternal Inextinguishable soul."

After he finished speaking, there was no sound for a long time on the 10,000-meter-high platform. Hoffa was immersed in the stormy sea of ​​his mind, until now. He thought that Silby's ambition was to deprive all the wizards of the power, but he didn't expect him to turn everyone into a wizard.

"Do you want to make...all muggles on the world a wizard?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes,"

Silby calmly nodded: "Not only the magic power is of the same origin, but even all magic technologies will be open and transparent, allowing everyone to stand on the same starting line On. There are no Innate defects, no squib, no muggle. Return the option to the world, this is what I want."

"That is impossible."

Hoffa categorically denies , He shook his head, "Impossible, no one can do it."

Silby looked at Hoffa sincerely, "Every time, it’s impossible to do it by myself, but when you and I join hands, there will be a lot of It’s a big chance."

"Fart!" Hoffa couldn't help cursing, "You want to turn them all into wizards. Have you ever asked if they agree?"

Silby shook his head: "You never asked, but Hoffa, don't lie to yourself. In this world, is there anyone who doesn't want to be a wizard? Everyone thinks about it."

Hoffa for a while The speech is stagnant, and it is impossible to refute it. This proposition is like whether anyone in the world is willing to become rich, and the answer can only be affirmative.

Silby: "I don’t know if you have observed it. From a certain perspective, this world is extremely unfair. This unfair name is innate talent. Some are wizards and some are muggles. . And as muggle, they want to become a wizard, but there is no hope.

They can only hate the wizard and torture the wizard. After all, they are pitiful. No matter how open-minded, there is no exemption. This is The flaws at the bottom of this world."

Hoffa: "..."

Silby looked at Hoffa and said tremblingly: "When I was a genius wizard , I saw this, but I didn’t have a real experience. But only after I was cursed, when my body was like a mortal, and even weaker than a mortal, I could truly experience the pain of no choice.

This pain allows me to see the defects of this world clearly, and also makes me understand my own value. If you ask me why not lift the curse, my answer is that it’s unnecessary."

"You Too.... Too crazy..."

Hoffa murmured, he knew that Silby was telling 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 about things they don't understand and don't own. Just like Aunt Peggy to Harry, or the proletarian to the capitalist.

But he still can't imagine what kind of world it is. All the people are witches, which is equivalent to firing a gun in everyone's hand. I haven't given them instructions yet.

Even the most left-wing populists seem insignificant in front of Silby at this moment. No wonder the four founders cast aside all considerations for face and gambled their lives to stop him.

Silby pushed the wheelchair and came to Hoffa: "As long as you help me, I will be able to achieve this goal. Although dreams cannot conduct matter, they can transmit information and energy. This glory , Supreme’s glory should be enjoyed exclusively by you and me......"

"Don’t be kidding!!!"

Hoffa shouted loudly and interrupted Sill Bi: "I admitted that you were right in Second Year. I did not understand anything at that time, but now it seems that you are more naive than me. Everyone in the world has become a wizard. You treat them as if they are not greedy. Are you joking when you are the law of the jungle? Do you think that those muggles who have never been in contact with magic can restrain themselves by gaining this power at once?"

"Then let nature choose !"

Silby roared back: "The stronger the powerhouse, the weaker is eliminated, Heavenly Dao should be like that, this is what you said! Even if only the last man and woman are killed, the world can reproduce Get up, the world at that time will be a world with only wizards!"

"Can't you see the risks?"

Hoffa kicked Silby's wheelchair with an angry kick , Smashed him up and hit the ground, "You only saw one result of surviving! One kind of income, in your chaos, there are countless kinds of perishing results, have you seen it!?

Goblin, Sagittarius, Murloc, Giant, werewolf, Vampire! Which one of them is wrong with the dominance of the wizard and humans glare like a tiger watching his prey, if you follow your approach, the biggest result is that all of them are killed at the moment of becoming a wizard The blood drifted by the pestle, and then other creatures took advantage of the vacancy to enter, the fisherman profits."

Silby, who was thrown to the ground, rolled three times, unconsciously, with a weird posture , Twisted, fell on the ground with his ass cocked, battered and exhausted, but he smiled and said, "Ha~ I have to say, you have grown too much. Hoffa, you are no longer the blindly optimistic guy you used to be. I have a deep understanding of human nature."

The smile disappeared immediately, and Silby said indifferently: "However, any change is accompanied by severe labor pains. Only in this way will the times progress and humanity will develop. The bloodless change is just perfunctory stories about themselves, perfunctory fools.

If they are a little motivated, a thousand years will be enough for wizard and muggle fuse together, but what will be the result? Thousands of years have passed, the world I have seen is the same as that of a thousand years ago There is no difference. "

Hoffa clenching one's teeth and said: "There is indeed no difference, but even if you do, there is no difference. Fifty years after I have been there, I know that history is always repeating. "

"This is the difference between you and me, Hoffa. "

Silby tilted his head and saw him: "I think history is rhyming, and the rhythm in it is the singing of the soul and the beauty of existence. "

Hoffa tightened his fingers and said, "I have no chance to help you. Either die happily, or get rid of the dream after suffering, you choose your own choice. "

"hmph hum hahahahaha..."

Silby lay on the ground and smiled depressedly: "hahahaha, interesting. It's a times change. There is also a day you choose for me. "

Silby climbed to the position of Hoffa wand with his only movable arm, and said pervertedly: "But my half-man king, I have never bothered to choose from others." "

Hoffa saw his wand once, and his heart jumped, and a bad premonition suddenly rose. He immediately snapped his fingers, "Three thousand still! "

The passage of time has slowed down thousands of times.

The wind no longer blows, and the thin air no longer flows. Silby stopped, his fingertips Stopped at the handle of wand.

However, there was something that did not interfere with time. At the moment he held the wand, a black hole appeared behind Silby, and that black hole appeared in it. A tentacle dragged him straight into the black hole.

Seeing that black hole, Hoffa turned pale in fright, he suddenly remembered that the nightmare god used this power when he took him out of the dream world.

He followed without the slightest hesitation grabbing Silby's tentacles and jumped into the black hole.

After entering the black hole, the world in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Everything was replaced by darkness.

He ran two steps to the left without touching anything, and then ran a few steps to the right, but he didn't touch anything. Silby didn't know where he went.

He tried to stop time, or counter-current time, but in the unchanging black, it seemed that time had disappeared, and there was no change at all.

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"Damn it! "

Hoffa ran with strides, but the darkness had no end, and there was no reference. After running for a long time, he didn't see anything.

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

"I have to find a way to deal with you...hmph hmph hmph..."

The darkness echoed People shuddering sneer.

"Give me back my wand! "Hoffa said, and tried to perceive the existence of that wand. In the past, when wand was at his hand, he always felt a certain bloodline connection.

It’s okay not to perceive it, just notice it.

, He felt that his soul had fallen in this boundless darkness.

"Your wand, did you mean it? "

Silby’s voice came from the darkness. A rough piece of wood and a pair of hands appeared in the darkness. It was his wand.

Hoffa reached for it. His own wand, the palm of his hand passed through the wand, as if what he touched was just some kind of as if dreams and visions in a bubble.

"Oh~ it is more than just wand. "Silby said with a smile: "Things of value always go to those who can really use it, just like this! "

In the darkness stretched out a hand, lightly grasped wand, lightly clicked on the red "seal" on the tail of its rod. Suddenly, a white light appeared in the darkness, everything separated up and down It looks like an ink painting.

In the ink painting, Hoffa saw an old man crawling on the top of a mountain. He was surrounded by countless dancing tentacles and various indescribable monsters. Every Level 1 he crawled. A pair of sharp claws stretched out on the steps, trying to drag him in place, but the old man never stopped. At the end of the mountain, there was a dazzling white light, even the most dazzling gem. The face in front of him was eclipsed.

Silby’s voice sounded beside Hoffa, “Ten thousand years ago, in the East, a top witch firmly believed that by contacting dreams, he could find himself. In my dream, I found a source of consciousness. In the subconscious, he saw the divinity of Supreme, and also had dirty and filthy instincts. "

Hoffa turned around, trying to find Silby, but did not find him, the thick ink painting around him changed again.

I saw the old man in the ink painting after suffering untold. Hardships, finally came to the top of the mountain and held the white light in his hand. The moment the white light started, all around those indescribable horrors and distortions disappeared, and the old man woke up from under a tree and broke one. A branch.

Silby continued: “After he found himself and left the dream, he couldn’t bear to destroy the source of consciousness, but worried that it would be a disaster for the world, so he took him Sealed in a branch. That is the origin of the so-called nightmare god. "

Hoffa didn't expect that the weird word "seal" at the end of his wand turned out to be a little monster. No wonder he was connected to the bloodline when he first came into contact with the wand. Feeling, it’s no wonder that when he touched the God of Nightmare in the deep sea of ​​dreams, he also felt connected with the bloodline. It turned out that his wand was always by his side, but he knew nothing.

West Erby: "Due to the particularity of the dream, it will resonate with those who have experienced the pain of life and death, because only between life and death can there be real horror.

Hoffa, this is why you wand chooses you, which is why wand chooses me. "

"Lie! "Hoffa fly into a rage out of humiliation: "It won't choose you!" "

Knowledge is Power, facts speak louder than words.

Silby is nowhere to be seen, and his voice surrounds Hoffa coldly:

I know this Everything, that’s why the seal can be lifted. It is I who let the nightmare god come to you, you will undoubtedly feel kind to him, because it is your wand core.

This is what I have to you The reason why the information is well understood, Spiritual God, has always been neutral. It only wants to stand by the best people. Simply put, it has bet on me and bet on you.

"No, no! "

Hoffa panicked and denied it: "You are lying, you have clearly desecrated it and turned it into the god of dreams." "

"Nightmare and sweet dreams, are there any conclusions?" There is no conclusion at all. "

In the darkness, Silby’s voice said with a smile, "A person’s dream is another’s nightmare, and the majority’s dream is a minority’s nightmare. Sweet dreams are the nightmares of most people.

Just like the real world, 20% of the people hold 80% of the wealth. That is the dream of 20 people and the nightmare of 80 people.

What did I do, I just reversed the situation a bit. Let eighty people fall into a dream, and let twenty people fall into a nightmare.

Everything is relative. The god of nightmares and dreams are essentially the god of consciousness and the god of dreams. It was the source of human consciousness that the ancient great witch found in his dream. "

After that, the illusory finger clicked on the end of wand, and the red seal turned into flames in the dark and burned out.

The red seal was unlocked. It has countless arms, and its lower body is flying like a jellyfish with hooked tentacles. Its head is wrapped in a cloud of black smoke. It has no nose and mouth, and each of its heads The hairs are tentacles that are several hundred meters long.

It opened its eyes in front of Hoffa, and the huge lake-like eyes projected endless reincarnation and void.