Harry Potter: I Am a Legend - v6 Chapter 40

Miranda fell into the memory: “I vaguely remember that in the dream world, there are still some extremely sober wizards. Those sober wizards are divided into two factions, one is led by Dumbledore, and they advocate killing that sweet dream. Source, destroy the source of dreams.

But the other faction headed by Grindelwald believes that killing the source of dreams is useless, because you don’t know if the source of dreams you see is the real source of dreams. Therefore, the only way is death, in dreams. To die in the middle and to be sober in reality, this is their way. “

Hoffa thought for a while, remembering that Nico Lemay had said something similar to himself.

Miranda continued: “Among them, I naturally chose Dumbledore. He asked us to face reality, wake up from fantasy, and take on the responsibility of wizards. Some people listened and did it. So we wake up. Come here, of course most people can’t wake up, because the dream is truly wonderful.

After waking up, we want to help those who are still in dreams. Hope to force them to wake up, but we did so, and a large-scale battle broke out again.

The guys who wore the cage started to attack the remaining awake people, and even wanted to put the cage on the last awake person.

Although those people are Muggles, after putting on the cage, they are like machines, tireless and not afraid of death.

After we take off the cage, those who leave the cage will die soon.

Gradually, we discovered that they could not be their opponents at all. They were too large to negotiate, so we had to retreat steadily.

Now they seem harmless and sleepwalking. But it is 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, one great event after another happened in the wizarding world.

“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 remembered the crazy and thrilling moment a year ago.

Don’t forbid your hands to cover your chest, that’s where Chloe’s soul stone is stored.

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

He vowed that he would never lose to Silby again.

“come here.”

Miranda supported the railing and jumped down skillfully. After falling more than ten meters, she slid on the broken pipe gracefully as a cat. She was obviously extremely skillful. Finally, she fell to the ground lightly and faced each other on the dusty ground. Hoffa beckoned.

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

Miranda opened up 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.

“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 gave him a nudge, “You have also graduated.”

“Oh…” Hoffa was taken aback for a while, only to realize that seven full years had passed, perhaps more. It’s just that I left school earlier, and subconsciously, I still think that Miranda is the little **** the train, but it’s not anymore.

He went underground first, and Miranda followed her.

The two of them turned seven or eight turns in the tunnel, one after the other, 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, the size of a fist.

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

“Casakara,” she whispered.

With a creak, Shimen slowly opened inward. A stairway leading to the ground below is 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, followed by Hoffa.

Just a few steps inside, the sound of Shimen slowly closing came from behind him.

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 to himself that it was no wonder he couldn’t find Silby or other living wizards in the first place.

It turned out that they all hid several kilometers underground.

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

After walking for some distance, Hoffa heard the sound of running water and faint voices coming from the depths of the passage.

Miranda spoke again, “You are not lucky. We are cleaning the safe house these days. Maybe those searchers will not treat you well.”

“Search personnel, who are you searching for?” 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 contagious?”

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

Both of them stopped talking, and kept their heads stuffed and walked 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 came 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.

There are some forest green moss and water plants growing on the water pipe. On the other side, a few wizards in shabby robes are standing by the pipe, throwing some wood and scraps into a large burning iron barrel. The source of the smell that Hoffa smelled.

“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 burning wizard.

“The obituary is only a week away, don’t 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 doesn’t have time to deal with these things. He lacks herbs and can’t synthesize tranquilizers. I’m afraid it’s enough to make him burn out…Wait, who is that?”

While talking, several wizards who were roasting fire took out their wands, pointed at Miranda and Hoffa that appeared in the depths of the corridor, and asked loudly:

“Miranda, who is next to you, looks strange.”

“Do you think he feels strange?” Miranda replied loudly.

“It’s pretty eye-catching.”

“Then tell Dumbledore to come over, he must be unfamiliar.” Miranda said vowingly.

“This…” Several wary night wizards hesitated.

Suddenly, a wizard put away his wand, his eyes widened in surprise, “Wait a minute, is that Hoffabach?”

“What, is it him?”

Several other wizards put away their wands one after another and whispered to each other: “They look alike, but, according to the legend, isn’t Hoffa Bach with gray hair.”

“Neither are the eyes. His eyes are golden, very striking.”

“I’m afraid it’s not a fake.”

“This…..”

The wizards hesitated more and more. Finally, they raised their wands again: “Hey, Miranda, we suspect that the person next to you is a sleepwalker.”

“Hey, buddy, I don’t have a cage on my head!”

Hoffa said unhappily, “Also, didn’t I just change my hair and eyes. As for the fuss?”

“I don’t believe it, if it’s really you, where did you go before?” The wizards still didn’t relax.

“I’ve been traveling before because of fear.” Hoffa opened 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 sun again.”

His words convinced the three wizards.

They put down their wands, and one of them said, “Even if you are really Hoffa Bach, you have to check before you can come in.”

“Of course.”

Hoffa didn’t let Miranda speak for him, and moved forward automatically, opened his arms, and let the three night wizards touch him.

The three wizards first checked the objects on his body, and looked for a long time with the glass ball containing the little monster. Then he lit the Fluorescent Charm with his 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 was not a slave to the dream, so they put down their guard and smiled: “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 and I will definitely take you back.”

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

Miranda rolled her eyes, “I said, you three should spend the night well and do what you have at hand.”

“Yes, Miss Goshak.”

Several wizards said jokingly.

For some reason, Hoffa actually saw Ravenclaw’s shadow in Miranda. Of course, it was not because she was a student of Ravenclaw College, but because he saw Ravenclaw once in Silby’s dream. , She said similar things to herself at the time.

Cross the edge of the pipe, at the end of the corridor.

Down the waterfall is a huge vine plant that is bent together in a thick spiral. Hoffa, who has taken a herbal medicine course, knows that it is a devil’s net, a plant that loves darkness and humidity.

Miranda pulled Hoffa onto the Devil’s Net, and the two walked up staggeringly. The Devil’s Net was covered with moss, a bit slippery, and a large number of roots twisted like veins in terminal cancer patients.

The waterfall behind it was turbulent, bursting with white foam, and roaring down.

“Aren’t you writing a bad check.” After walking on the Devil’s Net, Miranda asked Hoffa’s ear: “It is good to give them confidence, but they can’t afford 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. Regarding the location of the source of dreams and his goals. 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 was puzzled: “Don’t believe me.”

Miranda shook her head: “I don’t know what happened this year, but you are more confident than in the past. If you can really promise them, maybe you can become the next Minister of Magic, the youngest Ministry of Magic in history. Maybe the minister.”

Minister of Magic… Hoffa thought for a while, and felt that he still didn’t have much interest. If he can solve Silby, he should find a way to go back fifty years later.

……

It didn’t take long for the water to fade. They followed the devil’s net 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 lamps 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 followed the slippery road all the way forward. 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 the wooden 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 click, the door opened automatically.

Miranda opened the door and led Hoffa into the room.

This is a study room similar to the principal’s office at Hogwarts. In the middle of the room, beside the two large bookshelves, a man in a large gray robe had his back facing 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-robed wizard turned around and slowly raised his head.

Of course, this was the first time Hoffa saw Dumbledore after 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 feeling.

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 his busy business that makes 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: “You might not believe it, I knew you would come back to me.”

“Sorry, Professor.” Hoffa sighed.

Dumbledore shook his head and opened his hand. “A long journey, right?”

“Yes, a long journey.”

Hoffa said lightly, and he stepped forward and gave Dumbledore a hug. Then let go: “Long time no see, Professor, if possible, I hope I came to see you with red wine.”

“If I can, I’d rather trade the wine cellars of all the British wizards in exchange for your help, I hope they will.” Dumbledore replied humorously.

Hoffara took 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?”

“I don’t know much.” Dumbledore frowned. “At first, I thought Grindelwald caused this crisis, but soon I found out that it was not at all. He was obsessed with the Deathly Hallows and the **** of death all his life. Power, not dabbled in dreams at all. The same is true for me. I think there is some kind of power beyond conventional wizards surging in the world.”

“The half-man king,” Hoffa said confidently.

Dumbledore raised his brows. “It really is him!”

Dumbledore’s expression invigorated Hoffa, and he straightened his back: “Do you know 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 has been reminding me to Beware of the pure power in the dark world.”

“That’s it…”

Hoffa’s excitement faded. He grabbed the quill on Dumbledore’s desk, scribbled a spell on the parchment, and passed it: “Look at this first.”

Dumbledore took a look, and the brows behind his glasses became Chuan, “This is…?”

“The flow curse, this is the strongest spell created by the half-man King Silby a thousand years ago. It can extract the power from all wizards. Therefore, I judge that he used dreams to link the consciousness of all wizards together. The purpose should be to use this spell to gather all the magical powers of the wizard.”

“The unity of all laws… is such a magnificent spirit.” Dumbledore looked at the parchment in his hand and was a little confused: “Can a spell be used to extract all the power from the wizard? This is unrealistic. “

“I don’t know his specific method of operation.” 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 be worse, I must stop him.”

Dumbledore looked relieved, and 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 would be the disintegration of Silby’s plan.”

“Ten Thousand Laws to One…Ten Thousand Laws to One…Ten Thousand Laws to One…”

After Dumbledore repeated the spell several times, he shook his head: “No, I can’t crack this spell. It’s too simple and too strong. It’s almost like the most basic element of the world. I really don’t know the half-man king. How did it create it, but, in my instinct, this spell seems to have not been completed.”

“Oh? Do you feel that way?”

Hoffa asked in surprise. He was in a dream at the time. Because of the collapsed dream, he only saw half of the spell in the note. There should be another half that hasn’t been seen.

Dumbledore nodded, “Yes, it’s too simple. It’s so simple that it’s almost like a vertical line, but if there is no horizontal line as a reference, then the vertical line won’t become a vertical line, and it’s even more meaningless. “

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

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

“Haha~” Hearing Hoffa’s words, Dumbledore immediately stroked his palms and smiled. “It’s really early than a coincidence. I don’t know the position of the half-man king, but someone knows.”