Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

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

Hoffa told it about the results of his speculation, and he couldn't see any mood swings in it.

Only after a while, did it send a message with its mind.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"How to do..."

Hoffa was also a little confused for a while.

Although he inferred Silby's purpose through the spell.

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

"All the magic is one, if he can take away the magic power of all wizards, then why doesn't he do it right away." The Nightmare God said, "Obviously he can't do this yet, some conditions are missing. My suggestion Yes, you can find other wizards first. If you can find other wizards, maybe you will have other clues."

Makes sense.

Hoffa thought to himself that before he was unwilling to find a helper because he was afraid that others would drag him down, but now it seems that he must find other wizards. The wool comes out of the sheep. If Silby wants all the ways to be one, then he must at least find all the ways first.

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

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 body and send him to the Time Prison, which is fifty years later.

of course.

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

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

However, there are many wizards who have fallen into dreams here.

Like Muggles, they wandered aimlessly, lingering and panting in the actual rainstorm.

From the empty elevator sinking all the way, returning to the Ministry of Magic underground, Hoffa could see some wandering wizards, walking corpses, holding documents, sleepwalking between the office and the office. Although their spirits are deeply trapped in their dreams and cannot extricate themselves, they 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.

However, nothing was peculiar to him. Like the Muggles outside, he was wearing a cage and clothes before dreaming. There was nothing more than that.

strange...

Hoffa thought, if the magic in each wizard's body is like a pool of water, then if the pool of water in all wizards must be gathered together, shouldn't a pipe be built?

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

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

"Transmitting magic?"

The **** of nightmare seemed a little uncomprehending.

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

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

It explained: "Dreamland is like a virtual network, spread out in the conscious world of people, and everyone can transmit and exchange information, but it is only limited to information.

It is hard to imagine that there will be entities such as magic flowing in the dream network. "

"Then how should the magic power be transferred?"

The nightmare **** shook his head, "I don't know."

The God of Nightmare didn't know, but Hoffa slowly remembered a long-standing event. Many years ago, when I was in the second grade. In order to lift the curse on him, Silby once outrageously detonated Hogwarts.

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

In that way, is it the power of bringing everyone together?

Everything is one...

Hoffa thought of the spell, and subconsciously said it: "so."

The spell is as simple as exhaling.

Suddenly, he felt a weak force.

That power is warm with a hint of warmth, like the snort of a lover when kissing.

Huh?

Hoffa was taken aback.

There is no doubt that the spell has worked, and he can feel the faint and gossamer heartbeat, as well as the heartbeat master's miss for him.

"So..."

Hoffa chanted the spell again.

Undoubtedly, the warmth of Ruoyouruowu became stronger, and the breathing master seemed to be aware of his own existence.

"So..."

He read it again.

This time, a bridge of magic power was placed horizontally between the two, allowing him to perceive the flow of each 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 elevator of the Ministry of Magic and pressed the switch.

The elevator opened, and he descended while repeating the spell.

Down to the bottom of the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries.

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

He 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 is surrounded by rows of stepped 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 arch is standing on it. Above the stone platform.

That breath is on the other side of the arch.

More and more intense, even with breathing, a lot of magic power poured into Hoffa's body.

He climbed up the arch in two and three times.

Through the ancient, vicissitudes of arch, Hoffa laughed.

The girl over the arch covered her mouth in surprise.

She wore a plain blue wizard robe with long high-top Martin boots under the robe, slender thighs, and chestnut hair 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 girl rushed over.

She climbed over the stone arch.

Rush to Hoffa's side.

Involuntarily hugged him.

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

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

The heart in the girl's soft chest was throbbing like a drum. She gasped with excitement, it was the joy of reunion after a long time, and other complex and strong emotions.

After a long period of time, perhaps for Miranda, she has not seen Hoffa for only one year, but for Hoffa, God 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? You haven't come back until now."

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

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

"of course."

Hoffa nodded without hesitation. He stroked Miranda's long chestnut hair, thinking that when he saw her last time, she still had short hair that was as short as her ears. This time she became long hair that fell to her back. .

Can't help but sigh with emotion: "Your hair has grown longer."

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

"Life is not easy." Miranda sighed, then grinned, and hit him with a shoulder: "You too." She poked Hoffa's hair and smiled: "Your hair is black, eyes It’s also dark. 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."

"Safe house?" Hoffa was curious. "Where is that."

Miranda replied: "That is a shelter built by us survivors to prevent us from being found by those outside and the owner of the dream."

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief when there were still survivors.

This is really great news. He thought that Silby had dragged everyone in the world into a dream, and no one was 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," said Hoffa, "this is the second time I have been here."

"That's weird." Miranda rubbed her chin. "I was helping my grandfather with work, and suddenly I felt that you were outside, so I put things down and came out to look for you, as if... There is a rush of inspiration," she said and scratched her head with a flushed face, "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: Ten Thousand Ways to One

Hoffa thought of the spell Silby had created, and couldn't help sighing how powerful this spell was. He just chanted the spell 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 spell.

So, to what extent can Silby, the creator of the spell, use it? Hoffa is simply unimaginable.

He wanted to immediately give this spell to Miranda, who is also a spell genius, but he still has more important things to understand, so he had to put aside the ins and outs of explaining the flow spell and asked Miranda: "This What happened in the year, those people outside are wearing cages, why don't you?"

Miranda sighed and whispered: "That's a long story. On Christmas night two years ago, not long after you left, the metamorphosis cage you used to close me collapsed. .

Violent magical fluctuations swept across London. For a whole week, the sky of London was under a strange silver light, with no day or night.

I wanted to enter the Ministry of Magic to look for you, but my grandpa came and stopped me. They blocked all the news and didn't let anyone into the ministry. Later, I overheared my grandfather's meeting and realized that the Minister of Magic, Fatir, had been killed. And you are also missing, nowhere to be seen.

I thought of many ways to find you, but it was useless. No matter if it was a spell or divination, it didn't work. It was as if you had completely disappeared into this world. There is no bad omen, and no good omen, it's just that it doesn't exist at all.

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

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

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

The agreement worked, and Grindelwald was surprisingly talkative. He promised almost all the terms of Grandpa. 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 the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

This plague is very strange. It is neither a plague nor a virus. It's sleep. People infected with this plague sleep for eighteen hours a day. The sleepy ones 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 declared that they saw white light, saw heaven, and saw the savior.

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

Soon, the plague spread from ten to one hundred, infecting most of the population of Europe.

No one works anymore, and no one engages in production anymore. It seems that everyone has made a decision at the same time. The real 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 illusion plague.

In the beginning, his plan succeeded.

The person who was put on the cage awoke 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 put on 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, 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 her hand, forget it, let's not talk about it. "

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