Professor Dumbledore?!
Under the double-layered dream, Hoffa was stunned.
He would never have thought that he would see Professor Dumbledore in the dream of the group's subconscious. Since returning to the future fifty years ago, he had not met any familiar friends or teachers. He had only been with the God of Nightmares and acted alone. Because after his power had reached a certain level, if others came, they would only be a burden. He did not want others to drag him down.
He slowly walked to the side of the four-poster bed. The man on the bed was more luxurious than ever before. He wore a pure white robe inlaid with gold and wore a ruby and pure gold crown.
He was also weaker than ever before. His lips were dry and cracked, and his skin was pale.
"Professor?"
He could not help but call out softly.
The white-haired old man opened his eyes weakly. His eyes were still blue, but they were full of confusion.
Was it Dumbledore?
Hoffa suddenly felt that it was not. Although they looked the same, he could not find any similarities between this man and Dumbledore.
The confusion in the blue eyes flashed and quickly turned into majesty and solemnity. He slowly straightened up from the four-poster bed and asked Father Malsk, who was standing on the other side, "Who is he?"
The priest in the red robe slowly bent down, "An intelligence agent, an intelligence agent who came back from the frontline."
Intelligence agent …
The Pope who looked like Dumbledore said, "Tell me, what information do you have?"
"This … top-secret information …" Hoffa's gaze turned to the red-robed priest behind him.
Sensing his gaze, Father Malsk snorted in disdain. He bowed and retreated, closing the door and leaving the room.
"Tell me, what information do you have to report to me?"
"No," Hoffa said honestly, "I lied to the guy outside.
"Oh?"
The man who looked like Dumbledore was not angry. He leaned on the cushion and said, "Then I hope you can give me a satisfactory reason."
That dignified aura was exactly the same as the real thing. Hoffa had seen many top-notch big shots, but compared to this person in front of him, they all paled in comparison. This made him feel strange. Wasn't this the dreamland created by Silby? Why did it feel so real?
"I don't know your name yet." Hoffa tilted his head and asked, "May I know who you are?"
"You don't even know me, and 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 madman."
Hoffa didn't want to talk nonsense with this guy anymore. He came here to find Silby, so he simply said, "I'm looking for someone called Silby. Do you know him?"
Boom!!
As soon as he finished speaking, he was blasted to the wall by an invisible force. Although he didn't feel much pain, his aura was extremely shocking.
"How dare you!"
The old man roared with a thunderous voice: "How dare you mention that man in front of me, that blasphemer, that faithless, that heathen!"
He threw the blanket aside and angrily climbed out of the bed.
Yes, he climbed down.
He saw that the guy who looked like Dumbledore with a luxurious upper body like the Pope's, had a huge ghost face and a bulging belly under the blanket, and eight hairy spider legs on his lower body hidden under the blanket.
Such a horrifying scene, even for Hoffa who had seen many things in his life, was a little uncomfortable. He quickly began to analyze the strange combination of the dreamland and what it meant, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure it out.
"Your body is …?"
Before he finished speaking, the Pope's cross scepter fell on his neck.
In the dreamland, Hoffa didn't have the power of the time bloodline in the real world, so he could only imagine a shield in front of him.
duang！！
The scepter hit the shield with a dull thud.
But this didn't stop the Spider Pope's anger, he raised his scepter: "Go to hell and find him, you evil creature!"
The shadow on the wall grew bigger and bigger, gradually enveloping Hoffa.
"Wait," Hoffa felt strange, "Why are you so agitated, I'm here to kill Silby, don't tell me you want to protect him?"
Patter!
The scepter stopped just a finger's distance away from Hoffa's forehead.
The expression on the pontiff's face changed from anger to dullness, and from dullness to confusion. Then, he put away his cross scepter, walked around Hoffa twice, and said in shock: "Wait a minute, why do you have such a pure soul in your body!?"
Hmm …?
Hoffa, who was pressed against the wall, was stunned, the shield in his hand disappeared.
Just a moment ago, the Pope's face was cold and hostile, and he looked like he was going to kill him, how did he suddenly praise him? But … he felt that his soul wasn't pure, he was also a normal man, and from time to time, he would be troubled by his instincts. During World War II, it wasn't like he didn't commit murder and arson.
"Thank you, thank you! Hoffa still laughed along: "You think so too, I think so too, I think my soul is pure, 24K is pure …"
But he soon realized that the eight-legged Pope in front of him wasn't praising him.
He reached out and pointed at Hoffa's chest.
Then, there was a soft thump.
There was actually a little sprite. Its whole body was white and shiny, and it drilled out from the position of his heart.
Even though her size was countless times smaller, Hoffa still recognized her at a glance.
"Chloe!?"
Even in the dreamland, Hoffa couldn't help but exclaim, he didn't expect to meet Sister Chloe here. The last time they met was in Fatir's Ministry of Magic's Department of Mystical Affairs.
"You … Why are you here?"
He searched his body, trying to find the Resurrection Stone that Nicole Lemay gave him before she died, but he couldn't find it, it existed in the real world, and wasn't with him now.
"How did you become like this?" More than a hundred questions popped up in his mind.
The little fairy flew in front of him, and put her hand over her mouth.
"Shh! I'll explain to you later, don't talk first, this is Pope Gregory VII, one of the greatest Popes in history. He was enthroned a thousand years ago. "Chloe flew to Hoffa's ear and introduced him.
Hearing her words, Hoffa could only immediately restrain his thoughts, and focus on his current situation.
It was just that Gregory VII …
One of the greatest Pope? Hoffa had too many complaints in his heart, this guy not only looked like Dumbledore, he even had eight legs. If looking like Dumbledore would give him 50 points for greatness, then having eight legs would deduct at least 500 points, it was too degrading.
But the little fairy Chloe didn't dislike the man in front of her like Hoffa did, she flew in front of Gregory VII, put her hands together, and said in a clear voice, "He is my friend, a friend of the Church. Please don't do anything to him. "
The Spider Pope put away his scepter, and sat back on his four-poster bed, frowning as he asked, "Where did you come from?"
"From the River of Time." Chloe said.
The River of Time?
Hoffa felt that something was wrong, didn't they come from the upper dreamland, why did they come from the River of Time?
"I see, I see …" The Pope said in a hoarse voice, his face flushed with excitement, "Then … it must be God's will."
Saying that, Gregory VII actually started to cry, "Indeed, God didn't abandon mortals, the glory of the Lord still shines on all living things."
The man with eight spider legs sat on the bed, sobbing softly, praying to God, this scene was as strange as it could be, as strange as it could be, as strange as it could be, as strange as it could be.
But whether it was because Hoffa had experienced too much, or because Chloe was beside him, his heart was unperturbed, and abnormally calm.
Chloe flew back to Hoffa's ear, grabbed Hoffa's ear, jumped onto his shoulder, and sat down, swinging her legs, and said in a low voice, "In history, Gregory VII was exiled to death due to war, but whether he died at the hands of a wizard or an illness is not clear. The only thing that is clear is that in his later years, he was cursed by a powerful wizard to change his shape, and his lower body became me, and he could never get out of bed."
After a pause, the little elf said, "I've only heard about it from the secret records of the Church, I didn't expect it to be true."
Hoffa really wanted to tell Chloe that this was just a dream, and that she shouldn't take any strange things seriously. But he couldn't resist the joy of seeing her again, so he only touched her hair with his fingers, and didn't say anything.
After a while, the Pope finally stopped sobbing.
He walked with his eight legs to a bronze statue of the Virgin Mary in the dark room, opened the stomach of the bronze statue, and inside the bronze statue was a small drawer. He took out a complicated combination lock from the drawer, and handed the unique combination lock to Hoffa, saying, "Take a look at this."
"What is this?" Hoffa took the heavy combination lock.
"A secret spell to save the world." The Pope said.
Oh?
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat.
The Pope continued, "Inside this is a spell that can gather the power of everyone, if it can be used, its power can almost destroy the world."
Hoffa's hand trembled slightly.
He immediately looked around nervously.
If this was a dream, if this was Silby's dream, then he couldn't be sure that Silby didn't deliberately arrange this, to let him gain the Pope's trust, and then after he gained the Pope's trust, he would take away the spell in his hands.
At this moment, Hoffa's mind raced, and almost immediately he wanted to smash the combination lock on the ground. To cut off the possibility of such a thing happening.
The little elf Chloe felt his sudden rise in emotions and blood pressure, and hurriedly whispered in his ear, "Don't be so extreme, so many storms have come. Let's hear what the Pope has to say first. "
After taking a few deep breaths, Hoffa forcibly suppressed the urge to smash the combination lock, and laughed self-deprecatingly. He thought that Silby was right, but he had to admit that Silby's brain was better than his, and more complicated than his imagination, and much more far-sighted.
Gregory leaned on the bed and sighed deeply, "A long, long time ago, the wizards and we began a long tug-of-war. At the beginning of this war, we were evenly matched, and for centuries, neither of us could destroy the other.
But five years ago, that terrible guy entered the battlefield, and we were defeated. Until now, we have retreated to Constantinople, this palm-sized place, all because of his strength.
And after my many investigations, I learned from the people around him that the reason why he is invincible and undefeatable is because he has this mysterious spell in his hands. So I think, only someone who also has this spell can defeat that guy. "
So that's how it is.
Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. His conjecture was completely wrong, Silby had long mastered this spell. But this was not surprising, that guy was known as the Humanoid Library of Forbidden Spells. A long time ago, Gregory had seen that guy's fighting power at the peak of his power, and he could almost destroy the world.
If this was the strongest spell that guy had mastered, how strong would it be?
"Then what are you waiting for, open it." Hoffa handed the combination lock forward. To be honest, he was very curious as to what kind of spell it was.
"I can't open it." The Pope shook his head helplessly, "It has been locked since the day it was stolen. You have to know the combination. "
Hoffa studied the combination lock.
It was cylindrical in shape, made of silver, and each combination wheel was inlaid with twenty-six small pieces of gold. The gold pieces were engraved with English letters the size of ants, and there were a total of eight combination wheels.
Hoffa quickly understood what this meant. This was an extremely complicated combination lock. Among the eight combination wheels, one had to choose the correct twenty-six letters and spell out the correct combination to open the combination lock, and take out the so-called strongest spell that Silby had hidden inside.
But this was easier said than done. Twenty-six letters, eight sequences.
If he randomly tested any word, then from the birth of the universe to the end of the universe, he probably would not be able to find the correct combination.
And then, Hoffa made the same mistake as before, and saw that the combination lock's copper head was engraved with a row of rather mocking English words.
[You
Chance]
You only have one chance.
Hoffa could not help but laugh, angered by Silby's mockery, and then coldly put down the combination lock.
"So, you haven't tried it even once?" Hoffa asked the Pope.
"No, this combination lock is too delicate. I have to wait for the right person to use it."
After a pause, the Pope looked at him hopefully. "You're a hero from the long river of time. You must know the correct result, right?"
"Sorry, I don't know at all," Hoffa said honestly, and showed the combination lock to Chloe. "Do you know the combination?"
Chloe shook his head. "Don't kid me. I've never seen that person, and I don't know anything about him."
Gregory VII lay on the bed, his face ashen as if all his strength had been sucked out of him. "Then no one will know …" he muttered. "Then no one will know … God, why do you have to torture mortals like this?"
Looking at his pained expression, Hoffa could not help but take a step forward. "But I know that there is definitely one person who knows the answer."
"Who?" The Pope straightened his body like a spring. "Who knows?"
"Silby," Hoffa said. "Since Silby set this combination, then he must know the answer, right?"
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