Only a pure goal was the only reality.
Her words still reached Hoffa's ears, but he didn't know how to respond.
At this moment, he felt like he was in a vacuum with no gravity and no matter. He was surrounded by a blinding white light, so he couldn't see anything.
He didn't know where his real body was, he didn't know where he was, he couldn't even feel the existence of anything. This place was so strange that he couldn't make sense of it.
The unknown made Hoffa panic, but he immediately remembered what the masked man said to him. Only a goal was the only reality.
His goal was the Illusion Spell.
The Illusion Spell.
As soon as this thought came to him, the white light around him immediately sensed it.
One of the white light separated from the surroundings and merged with Hoffa.
(Dysler Falcon Munt)
A few profound and complex syllables entered his mind, but before he could decipher the meaning of the spell.
The white light around him suddenly started to materialize, gravity and matter began to appear.
Gradually, the white light dissipated, and the surrounding scenery began to appear.
Clang!
Clang!
The sound of a church bell mixed with the fluttering of birds entered Hoffa's ears. There was a hubbub of voices around him, and wooden wheels rumbled as they turned.
The world in front of him gradually became clear.
After he familiarized himself with his surroundings, he realized that he was no longer in the dim basement, he wasn't even in the Hogwarts.
Hoffa was now standing on a busy street.
The sky was cloudless, and it was a bright and sunny morning. Occasionally, a black carriage pulled by four horses sped down the street, the old kerosene lamps on the carriage jingling.
The last time Hoffa saw such a carriage was when he was watching Pirates of the Caribbean in his previous life.
The people around him were all wearing black high-brimmed hats and suits, looking at their pocket watches. There were also women in Victorian period clothes on the street, wearing exaggerated but old pleated skirts, carrying baskets as they walked up and down the street. They looked like servants or cooks.
Around these cooks and coachmen were towering villas. The tall foyers and grand doors, the round arched windows and the corner of the stone masonry were all graceful and luxurious.
The door posts and the window eaves were decorated with intricate carvings, as well as the high spire of the church in the distance. This showed that it was not 1938 at all. Hoffa might have believed it if it was 1839 or earlier.
Upon closer inspection, Hoffa realized that this body was not his either.
He was now wearing a dirty and tattered gray robe, a colorful feather necklace around his neck, and a string of bone beads around his wrist. He looked exactly like a shaman.
Most importantly, he had become a black man, like a black wizard who had been sold to Europe by the black slave trade.
Hoffa was astonished by this scene.
He tried to move, but he couldn't.
The black wizard stood at the corner of the street, in the shadow of a tavern.
He seemed to be waiting for something.
At this moment, an old man in luxurious clothes came out of the villa across the street, and several coachmen hurriedly opened the door for him.
After getting on the carriage, it rumbled away.
Just as the carriage left, "Hoffa" moved, completely out of control.
It was as if there were two souls living in this black man's body, one was himself, and the other was the original owner.
Hoffa had a little more understanding of the current situation. This perspective was like playing a first-person shooter game, switching to the perspective of a teammate after his death.
However, everything he experienced should be the memory of this black wizard.
The black man hurried along the street corner to a villa. He looked up at the relief sculpture on the top of the big house, and his eyes turned to an alley by the street.
Then, seeing that there was no one around, he immediately climbed up the relief sculpture of the villa. He was very agile.
Leaning on the window eaves, the black wizard took out his magic wand (a strange curved wand, like an iron hook). He tapped on the window.
"Allajo, open."
The window opened with a bang.
The black man went in without hesitation. Hoffa, who was watching all of this, knew. This guy was a Rogue among Rogue Sorcerers.
There were many expensive items in the room, a gorgeous gold watch, and exquisite porcelain on the fireplace.
There was even a naked European beauty lying on the floor of the room. She was surrounded by exquisite silk and scattered empty wine bottles.
She was sleeping soundly.
She should be the mistress of the old man who just got on the carriage, and they were here to have sex.
But the black wizard did not look at these things at all, whether it was the person or the valuables, he quickly rummaged around, as if he was looking for something more important.
Hoffa looked at the woman a few more times and then stopped paying attention. Although the woman was beautiful, for someone like Hoffa who had lived in the 21st century, she was not unusual.
He was more concerned about the current situation.
Without a doubt. The scroll that the masked man in the school gave him was a tool similar to Tom Riddle's diary or meditation basin.
It recorded the events that really happened, and then let him witness the event, the purpose was to convey some kind of message to him.
But what did this have to do with his search for the Phantom Spell?
The black man searched for a long time, but he did not find what he was looking for.
Finally, he took out his magic wand and pointed it around in the air. The bookshelf, the porcelain, the floor, and even the woman on the floor.
Suddenly, when his wand came into contact with a marble globe, the globe spun around a little. The black wizard immediately put away his magic wand and bent over the globe to study it carefully for a while.
Finally, he pushed hard, and the globe made a clicking sound.
Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound on the luxurious mahogany floor.
It was a mechanism and a secret door!
The secret door was dark and bottomless, as if it led to an unknown area.
Because of the sound of the door opening, the woman on the floor began to wake up slowly, but the black wizard did not notice. He seemed a little excited.
He walked quickly to the secret door. He lit up his magic wand, but just as the magic wand lit up.
Coo!
There was a low growl in the dark tunnel.
A feeling of extreme danger came over him.
It was very strange. This feeling came directly from Hoffa's heart, as if he was the black wizard. He did not know what was going on, but he subconsciously wanted to step back.
At this moment, the control of the black wizard's body was in Hoffa's hands, and he took a step back.
Just that step.
His aura was locked in an instant.
Then, a huge scarlet tongue nearly five meters long shot out from the darkness, directly penetrating the black wizard's chest, which was also Hoffa's chest.
A huge and incomparably real pain swept through Hoffa's mind. This was not fake! This was real!
His chest had been pierced!
Blood gushed out from the wound.
The black wizard, no, Hoffa fell to the ground.
The woman's terrified scream and the sound of a wine bottle breaking could be heard. Everything was pitch black.
Hoffa did not have time to think. He only had time to exhale, and then he died instantly.
…
…
…
…
It could be a second, or a century.
Clang!
Clang!
The sound of church bells mixed with the fluttering of birds entered Hoffa's ears. The people around him were chatting, and the wheels were turning.
Hoffa woke up from the intense pain.
In front of him was still the busy street, and the sun was shining brightly in the morning.
The coachman driving a black carriage drove past him, and the kerosene lamps on the carriage made tinkling sounds. The cook who had woken up early was haggling for vegetables at a wooden stall on the street with a basket.
What a peaceful and tranquil daily scene.
Hoffa was stunned. What was going on?
The scene of his inexplicable death was still vivid in his mind. The feeling of blood flowing out of his chest was so real, and the despair brought by the pain still made his chest feel stuffy.
He wanted to breathe, but found that he could not.
Because the control of the black wizard's body was no longer his. 'He' stood under the wooden sign of the tavern, looking around with gloomy eyes.
Something happened that made him feel even more despair. At the door of the luxurious villa in front of him. A pot-bellied old man pushed the door open. He was dressed like a muggle senator, and his face was green from a hangover and unhappy from waking up early for work.
Then, he entered the car, closed the door, and the carriage left.
After the old man left, the black wizard moved. He walked into the alley. It was exactly the same as before.
Damn it!
Hoffa wanted to stop him, but how could a completely incorporeal existence stop this guy from dying? Hoffa did not know.
In the alley, the black wizard reached out and grabbed the protrusion of the Roman pillar, and quickly climbed up. Hoffa was anxious. He could not speak, and could not move. He could only watch.
"Araho, open." The black wizard took out his magic wand and opened the window.
The wizard jumped into the room. The room was the same as before. There were scattered wine bottles, beautiful women, and even the saliva at the corner of their mouths were the same …
The black wizard found the globe and opened the tunnel.
The low roar sounded again.
That's right, at this moment.
The control was handed over to Hoffa.
"F * ck!"
After cursing out loud, Huo Fa subconsciously took to his heels and tried to jump out of the window. He didn't want to experience the heart-piercing pain again.
However, things did not go as he wished.
The thick red tongue still came out of the dark tunnel and caught up with Hoffa in the blink of an eye, nailing him to the windowsill at lightning speed.
The woman's scream and the sound of broken wine bottles slowly faded away.
gg。
…
…
Dong!
Dong!
The church bell rang again, and Hoffa returned to the starting position.
In front of him was still the busy street.
The kitchen maid chatting happily.
The coachman in a hurry.
Hoffa did not react for a moment.
As the bedridden old councilman stepped into the carriage, the black wizard decisively and resolutely led Hoffa into the shadow of death.
"F * ck!"
Hoffa finally understood. He was so angry that he wanted to curse.
This was a real f * cking sensory game!
F * ck, people in the 21st century had not developed this yet, but these wizards had invented it in 1938.
Without a doubt, in the entire scene, he would have about 3 seconds of control.
And within these 3 seconds, he had to make the right choice to avoid death. Otherwise, he would experience the pain of death again and again.
That masked person said that he would be responsible for the consequences. What kind of magical item did she use on him? Even Liddell's diary in the original work did not have such an effect.
Also, what kind of lunatic would raise such a huge magical creature in the villa? What was this black wizard trying to steal? Did the real him in history die or live in the end?
But no one could answer this series of questions.
The black wizard climbed up the villa and opened the windowsill. After entering the room and dealing with the mechanism, the control returned to Hoffa.
Life and death were decided in an instant.
A low growl sounded in the dark tunnel.
Hoffa was not stupid. He immediately thought of the incantation that the mysterious voice reminded him of in the white light – disillusionment.
The feeling of danger made his scalp tingle. But this time, Hoffa did not choose to run away. He directly controlled the black wizard to pull out his wand.
"Dysler Falcon Mort!"
At this moment, magic flowed out from the wand and began to flow through Hoffa's body. It was as if a basin of cold water was flowing down his head.
Hoffa's figure began to blur. This was the incantation of the Disillusionment Spell.
But unfortunately, Hoffa was not proficient in using the Disillusionment Spell for the first time. Many of the syllables and movements were not accurate.
He did not really go into stealth, but only blurred his body.
But the red tongue seemed to be affected by the magic. It changed direction and directly penetrated Hoffa's left rib, piercing through Hoffa's lungs and stomach.
After a second, the tongue that pierced through his lungs retracted.
This was really painful!!
Hoffa's tears came out. He took a deep breath and knelt on the ground. Instinctively, he covered the big hole in his chest and gasped for air. Like a broken gong, stomach acid was seeping into his chest. He was going to die from suffocation and poisoning. This feeling was more painful than death.
Next to him, the woman howled and threw everything she could see at Hoffa.
Then, in his gradually blurred vision.
He saw a huge lizard slowly crawling out from the darkness of the tunnel. Its head was the size of a small car, and it had three bulging eyes. Its body was covered in vertical scales, and it looked like a cold-blooded chameleon.
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