Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Professor Dumbledore! ?

Under the double dream, Hoffa was stunned.

He never expected to see Professor Dumbledore in the subconscious dream of the group. Since returning to 50 years later, he has not seen any familiar friends or teachers, he has just acted alone with the nightmare god. Because after his strength reaches a certain level, if other people come back, it may just be a burden. He doesn't want others to drag him down.

He walked slowly to the four-poster bed. The man on the bed was more luxurious than at any time in the past. His upper body was a pure white gold-encrusted robe, and he was wearing a pure gold crown with rubies.

He was also weaker than ever before, with chapped lips and pale complexion.

"professor?"

He couldn't help yelling softly.

The white-haired old man opened his eyes faintly, his eyes were still the same as those in the past, but his eyes were full of confusion.

How is it Dumbled?

Hoffa suddenly felt it was not. Although he looked the same, he couldn't find anything similar to Dumbledore in this man.

The confusion in the blue eyes flashed away, and soon became majestic and solemn. He slowly straightened up from the four-poster bed and asked Father Marsk, who was standing on the other side, "Who is he?"

The priest in the red robe slowly bends down: "Informant, the intelligence agent who came back from the front line."

Intelligence officer...

The pope who looked like Dumbledore said, "Tell me, but there is some information."

"This... top secret information..." Hoffa's gaze turned to the red-robed priest Marsk behind him.

Perceiving his gaze, Father Marsk snorted disdainfully, bent over and backed up, closed the door and left the room.

"Go ahead, do you have any information to report to me."

"No," Hoffa said honestly, "I lied to the guy outside.

"Oh?"

The man like Dumbledore was not angry either. He leaned on the cushion and said, "Then I hope you will give me a reason to satisfy me."

The majestic aura was exactly the same as the real one. Hoffa had seen many top big people, but compared with the person in front of him, they were a bit paler. This makes him wonder, isn't this the dream world created by Silby, why is it so real?

"I don't know your name yet." Hoffa asked, tilting his head. "May I ask who you are?"

"You don't even know me, so you dare to deceive the priest and come to see me?" The old man on the four-poster bed sneered, "You really are a bold fanatic."

Hoffa didn't want to talk nonsense with this guy any more. He came here to find Silby's trail, so he said neatly: "I'm looking for someone named Silby, do you know him?"

boom! !

As soon as the voice fell, he was blasted to the wall by an invisible force. Although he didn't feel much pain, his momentum was amazing.

"Dare you!"

The old man roared with a thunderous voice: "In front of me, mention the man, the blasphemer, the unbelievers, the heretics!"

He suddenly lifted the quilt, and climbed off the bed with great anger.

Yes, climbed down.

I saw that, like Dumbledore, the pope-like guy with a luxurious upper body, and the lower body hidden in the quilt had huge grimace and belly, and eight hairy spider legs.

Such a terrifying picture was so well-informed that Hoffa felt a little bit irritating. He began to quickly analyze what this strange combination of dreams meant, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of a reason.

"Your body is...?"

Before he could speak, the pope's cross scepter fell on his neck.

In the dream world, Hoffa did not have the power of time and blood in reality, and immediately could only imagine a shield to stand in front of him.

duang! !

The scepter hit the shield with a muffled noise.

But this did not hinder the anger of the Spider Pope. He raised his scepter: "Go to **** and find him, the most evil thing!"

The shadow on the wall grew bigger and bigger, gradually covering Hoffa in it.

"Wait," Hoffa felt strange. "What are you excited about? I'm here to kill Silby. You don't want to protect him, do you?"

Click!

The scepter stopped just one finger away from Hoffa's forehead.

The expression on the face of the guy dressed up by the Pope changed from anger to dullness, from dullness to puzzlement. Then, he withdrew his cross scepter, walked around Hoffa twice, and said in amazement: "Wait a minute, why do you have such a pure soul in your body!?"

Ok.....?

Hoffa stuck on the wall for a moment, and the shield in his hand disappeared.

Obviously, with a cold face just now, as if he was going to flip oneself, why did he boast about people in the blink of an eye? But... he felt that his soul was not pure, he was also a normal man, and he was troubled by his instincts from time to time. During World War II, he was not unheard of for murder and arson.

"Thank you, thank you! Hoffa laughed in cooperation: "Do you think so too, me too, I think my soul is pure, 24K pure..."

But he soon knew that the eight-legged pope in front of him was not boasting himself.

He reached out and pointed at Hoffa's chest.

With a soft thud.

There was actually a little elf, white and bright, coming out from where it was in his heart.

Despite her size reduction countless times, Hoffa recognized her at a glance.

"Chloe!?"

Even in a dream, Hoffa couldn't help but scream for being born. He had no idea that he would meet the nun Chloe here. The last time they met was in Fatir's Department of Mystery at the Ministry of Magic.

"You... why are you here?"

He fumbled around, trying to find the resurrection stone that Nicol Lemay gave him before he died, but he didn't touch it. It exists in the real world, not in himself now.

"How did you become like this?" More than a hundred questions popped up in his mind.

The elf flew in front of him, and put his hand on his mouth.

"Hush! I'll explain to you later, don't talk, this is Pope Gregory VII, one of the greatest popes in history. That is, one thousand years ago." Chloe flew to Hoffa's ears. Introduce him.

Hearing what she said, Hoffa had no choice but to calm down and focus on his current situation.

It's just that Gregorian VII...

One of the greatest popes? Hoffa had too many vomits in his heart. Not only did this guy look like Dumbledore, he even had eight legs. If something like Dumbledore can add 50 points to his greatness, then at least 500 points will be deducted for long eight legs, which is too cheap.

But Chloe, who became an elf, did not have a man who would not wait to see him like Hoffa. She flew in front of Gregory VII, folded her hands, and said in a crisp voice: "He is my friend and belongs to the church. Friend. Please don't act excessively towards him."

The Spider Pope put away his scepter, sat back on his four-poster bed, frowned and asked, "Where are you from?"

"It's a long river of time." Chloe said.

Long time?

Hoffa felt something was wrong. It was unclear whether he came from the upper dream state, and why it came over time.

"That's it, that's it..." the pope said hoarsely, a flush of excitement appeared on his face, "that...it must be God's will."

As he said, Gregory VII actually cried: "Sure enough, God did not abandon mortals, and the glory of the Lord still shines on all sentient beings."

The man with eight spider legs sat on the bed and whispered, praying to God. The picture is as weird as it is, and as weird as it is.

But I don't know if Hoffa has experienced too much or Chloe is by his side, and there is no waves in his heart, and he is unusually calm.

Chloe flew back to Hoffa’s ears. She grabbed Hoffa’s ears and jumped onto his shoulders and sat down, dangling her calves, and whispered: "The historical Gregory VII was finally caught by the war. Exiled to death, but it is not clear whether he died at the hands of a wizard or from a patient. The only thing that is clear is that he was cursed by a powerful wizard in his later years. He became the blame for me, and he could never Get out of bed."

After a pause, the elf said: "I've only heard what was said in the church secret code before, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Hoffa wanted to tell Chloe that this was a dream, and don't take it seriously. But he couldn't hold back the joy of seeing her again, he just touched her hair with his fingers and didn't speak.

After a while, the pope finally stopped whimpering.

With eight legs, he walked to a bronze statue of the Virgin Mary in a dimly lit room, and opened the belly of the bronze statue. There was a small drawer in the bronze statue. He took out an unusually complex combination lock from the drawer, handed the peculiar combination lock to Hoffa, and said, "Look at this."

"What is this?" Hoffa took the rather heavy combination lock.

"The secret way to save the world." Pope Gregorian said.

Oh?

Hoffa moved inwardly.

The pope continued: "There is a spell that can gather the power of all people. If it can be used, its power can almost destroy the world."

Hoffa's hand trembled slightly.

He immediately looked around nervously.

If this is a dream, if this is Silby’s dream, then he cannot guarantee that Silby deliberately arranged this to gain the trust of the Pope, and then wait until he gains the trust of the Pope, and then take away the magic in his hand. .

At this moment, Hoffa's thoughts turned, and almost immediately he wanted to lock the code on the ground and smash it to pieces. Good to cut off the possibility of this kind of thing happening.

The elf Chloe felt his sudden rise in mood and blood pressure, and quickly whispered in his ear: "Don't be so radical, so many winds and waves are coming. Let the pope finish."

After taking a few heavy breaths, and abruptly suppressing the urge to smash the code lock, Hoffa laughed at himself, thinking that too, he was almost pitted into persecution paranoia by Silby, but He had to admit that the man's brain was better than his own, more complicated than he thought, and much more long-term.

Gregory leaned on the bed and sighed: "A long, long time ago, the wizard and us started a long tug of war. This war was evenly matched at the beginning. For centuries, none of us could eliminate each other. .

But five years ago, that terrible guy joined the battlefield, and we were all defeated. Until now, we retreat to Constantinople, a slapped place, all relying on him alone.

And after my many investigations, people around him learned that the reason why he can be invincible and invincible is because he holds this magical magic—so I think there are only people who have also mastered this magic. In order to defeat that guy. "

That's it.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, his speculation was completely wrong just now, and Silby had mastered this magic long ago. But this is not surprising. The guy is known as the Humanoid Curse Library. Long ago, he had seen that guy's combat power in his prime, which could almost destroy the world.

If it were the strongest spell that guy mastered, how strong would it be?

"Then what are you doing in a daze, open it." Hoffa handed the code lock forward. To be honest, he was also curious about what kind of spell it was.

"I can't open it." The pope shook his head helplessly: "It was locked from the day it was stolen. The password must be known."

Hoffa examined the combination lock.

It is cylindrical and made of silver. Each cipher wheel is inlaid with 26 small pieces of gold. The gold is engraved with English letters the size of an ant. There are eight wheels in total.

Hoffa quickly understood what this meant. This was a very complex combination lock. It is necessary to select twenty-six correct letters from the eight scroll wheels and spell out the correct code to open the code lock and take out the most powerful spell hidden in it-the so-called Silby.

But this is not easy, twenty-six letters, eight sequences.

If you randomly test any word, it is estimated that the universe has been measured since the birth of the universe, and it is estimated that he will not be able to detect the correct password.

Afterwards, Hoffa committed the previous lap, and saw a row of quite mocking English characters engraved on the copper head of the combination lock.

【You　only　have　one　chance】

You only have one chance.

Hoffa couldn't help laughing, and was ridiculed by Silby's ridicule, then he coldly put down the code lock.

"So, you haven't tried it once?" Hoffa asked the Pope.

"No, this code lock is too delicate, I have to wait for the right person to use it."

After a pause, the pope looked at him hopingly; "You are a hero from a long river of time. You must know the correct result, right?"

"Sorry, I don't know at all." Hoffa said honestly, and he showed Chloe the cryptex. "Do you know the code?"

Chloe shook his head: "Don't tease me, I haven't seen that person, and I don't know him at all."

Gregorian VII lay on the bed with a dead face, as if drained of all his strength: "Then no one can know..." He whispered: "Then no one can know...God. Ah, why are you torturing mortals so much."

Seeing his painful appearance, Hoffa couldn't help taking a step forward, "But I know there must be someone who knows the answer."

"Who?" The pope straightened his body like a spring: "Who knows?"

"Silby," said Hoffa, "Since Silby set this code, he must know the answer, right?"