"Hey, all of you are against me. I won't be responsible if something happens." Gryffindor was stunned for a moment. He put away his sword, crossed his arms and turned his back to Hoffa.
Ravenclaw picked up the small jar again and walked to Hoffa's side. "Then come with me, I'll take you there. But I'm warning you, he's become more and more eccentric recently. Don't blame me for not warning you if something happens. "
Hoffa did not expect things to go so smoothly. He actually gained the trust of the four founders so quickly. He followed behind Ravenclaw and passed through the bustling tents. Finally, they came to a secluded corner in front of a grey tent.
Ravenclaw said, "It's here."
Huo Fa looked at the dusty little tent. He couldn't believe that this old thing was hiding in such an inconspicuous place. There were even a few piles of horse dung around it.
Compared to the four founders' tents, as the King and the commander-in-chief of the army, Silby's tent was unusually simple and inconspicuous. If not for Ravenclaw's reminder, he would have thought that this tent was a toilet for a lowly soldier.
"How long has he locked himself up? Hoffa asked Ravenclaw. "
"It's been more than 30 days. In these 30 days, he's been eating, drinking, and pooping in the tent," Ravenclaw said gloomily, like an older sister who was worried sick about her stubborn younger brother.
"Did anything happen before?"
"Nothing happened. If I had to say something, he stopped smiling two years ago. Even though our war was progressing smoothly, he became more and more depressed. Until a month ago, he completely locked himself up. "
After a pause, Ravenclaw sighed and passed the small jar to Hoffa. "If you can cure him, and he regains his confidence, even if it's just letting him come out and talk to me, I'll be more grateful to you than anyone else."
"Okay, let me do it."
Hoffa took the small jar from Ravenclaw's hand and walked to the tent.
As he approached the tent.
He sensed a spiritual force field that was so powerful that it was almost shocking. It floated aimlessly above the clouds, and even if he tried to sense it, he would still feel fear in his heart.
He had experienced this fear when he was in the second year. At that time, he and Tom Riddle worked together to curse him again, but did not completely kill him. But this time, in this strange place between dreams and reality, there was no one around. What would happen if he saw Silby at his peak?
Hoffa shook his head and cleared his mind of the past. He continued to walk forward.
The pressure was getting stronger and stronger. Every step felt like ten steps, making it hard for him to breathe.
Huo Fa didn't stop.
. if you take one more step forward.
. a weak voice came from the tent. "I will kill you immediately."
Along with the feeble voice, a thin red string silently floated up from the ground and landed in front of Huo Fa's neck, pulling him forward bit by bit. It jumped straight, as straight as a steel knife.
Hoffa did not doubt that if he said anything wrong, his head would fall to the ground. He did not know if this was a dream or reality, and did not know what would happen if he died here. But he was not afraid. He did not move and only said honestly, "I am a milk delivery boy."
"I said, I don't need it. Get out of here."
The voice in the tent did not have good intentions.
Chloe quietly opened Hoffa's clothes and looked at him worriedly through the gap. The red string as sharp as a knife sank deep into Hoffa's neck and cut open a wound. Blood gushed out.
Hoffa held the milk bottle and said calmly, "I heard that the higher a person's position is, the less likely they are to lose their temper at the people at the bottom. The more powerful a person is, the more likely they are to restrain their edge. Sir Spencer, may I ask, is that true? "
The red string sank deep into his neck and stopped moving.
After about three breaths of time, the red string silently fell from the sky like an ordinary string.
"Come in." The person in the tent said tiredly.
Hoffa pulled open the curtain and entered the tent.
Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by what he saw in the tent.
The inside of the tent was dark and there was not much light. But with the light from outside, he could see that the inside of the tent was filled with countless red strings. Those strings divided the ground into small pieces.
There was a row of identical earthen jars on the ground, and each jar was placed in a small square divided by the strings. Zizi, very orderly.
Countless fine red lines were drawn neatly in the air, evenly dividing the space in the tent into small squares.
A young man as thin as a match sat cross-legged in the middle of the jars. His eyes were dim, and his body was covered in a dirty white cloth.
This was the first time Hoffa had seen him after so many years. He did not know what Silby looked like in the real world, but in the dream, he did not look like the youth he had seen in the second grade. Besides the same hair, there was almost nothing in common. When he was cursed to the point of being half-dead and in constant pain, he was in high spirits and enjoying life. Now, he looked so dispirited in this healthy state.
"What's wrong with you?"
Hoffa carefully asked Silby.
He felt that it was strange. Why did Silby live so miserably every time he saw him? The first time, he was a rich man who drove a sports car and a yacht, but he was paralyzed. The second time, he possessed the body of a bald woman and was also half dead. The third time, he was the commander-in-chief of the three armies, but he locked himself in this place.
"Shh!"
Silby was shocked and put his hand to his lips.
He listened for a while before he came back to his senses. "Who are you? Where are you from?"
He stared at Hoffa gloomily.
Hoffa thought that Silby in the dream did not recognize him. This was good news. Perhaps he did not expect that he would come back 50 years later.
He raised the small jar in his hand and said, "I'm a soldier here. I'm here to bring you dinner."
"No, you're lying. He said gloomily, "I've seen all the soldiers, but I've never seen you."
"How can there be so many soldiers? You …"
"I remember every one of them. You're lying. Now, if you don't tell me why you're here, you'll be turned into more than a thousand pieces." Silby lay on the ground, like a caged beast. Although his eyes were dispirited and dim, they went straight to the heart. If Hoffa had to describe it, he felt that the person sitting in front of him was not a person at all, but a thin wolf.
He was not sure what would happen if he visualized an atomic bomb and killed this guy. However, he suppressed his thoughts. After all, his mission was to return to the real world and solve Silby's unknown plan there.
Therefore, he stopped lying and said frankly, "I'm here to understand you."
In the gloomy tent, Silby's thin and dispirited face glowed. "Interesting … Very interesting … My subordinates have always been obedient to me. Today, someone wants to understand me. What do you want to understand?"
"I want to ask, what do you want the most?"
"Hahahahaha …" He laughed hoarsely. After laughing, he reached out his hand. "Milk."
Hoffa handed over the milk in his hand.
He took the milk and gulped it down. Then, right in front of Huo Fa, he put the small jar under his crotch, unbuttoned his disgustingly filthy clothes, and poured his urine into the small jar.
Hoffa was shocked. He remembered Ravenclaw saying that this guy ate, drank, and pooped in here. He could not help but hold his breath. He pressed his hand on Chloe's head and pressed her into his clothes to prevent her from seeing this crazy guy.
After peeing, Silby walked naked to Hoffa's side and carefully placed the small jar in a standard compartment. He sighed and moaned in satisfaction.
The air was filled with an indescribable odor. The current Silby did not seem to be the future great demon, but a mentally disturbed obsessive-compulsive disorder patient.
After peeing, he sat on the ground as if his body had been hollowed out. He said, "Defeat the Church and give the wizards a safe place to live. Alright, that's all, you can disappear now. "
Hoffa did not care about Silby's eviction order. Instead, he asked, "Then why don't you attack? They're about to lose."
"It's not dawn yet." Silby said indifferently, "Attacking rashly might lead to the complete annihilation of the army. I believe that the woman outside has already explained my thoughts to you. "
Even a child could hear that Silby did not mean what he said, let alone Hoffa. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar man and suddenly felt pity for him.
He did not know why, but after possessing the power of time and defeating Grindelwald, he could more or less understand Silby's pain.
Thus, he did not care about the filth in the jars and the vigilant look on Silby's face. He sat down in front of him and whispered, "You must be lonely."
It was as if he had barged into the forbidden land of a ferocious beast. At this moment, Silby opened his lifeless eyes. He looked straight into Hoffa's eyes. The gaze on his thin face was as sharp as an arrow, as if it could pierce through a person's head.
After piercing through a person's head, it was so sharp that it would burn two black holes in his head.
The extremely dangerous spiritual force field caused every red string in the tent to come to Hoffa's side. As long as Silby gave the order, he would be cut into tens of thousands of tiny pieces in an instant.
Silby said, "What do you know about loneliness?!"
Hoffa said, "Maybe I know a little."
"No, you don't."
Silby said stubbornly and sharply, "If you leave now, I might be able to forgive you. Otherwise, not to mention Ravenclaw outside, even if the four of them came to plead on your behalf, they still wouldn't be able to save you."
"You're in a hurry to chase me away, but what's the use of that?"
Hoffa said indifferently. If it was in the past, he might have retreated under this enormous power. But now, he was like an unfathomable abyss. No matter how sharp Silby was, he was unmoved. He only said lightly, "The people outside won't understand you. They only want you to defeat the Church and settle one of their worries. Or help you establish the Wizard Empire and reward you according to your merits.
But for you, if you defeat the Church and that half-human, half-spider guy across the Fjord, you will have no opponents. "
Hoffa sighed, "Silby Spencer, the genius wizard, the great king, they will all say that. But no one really cares about what you think. On this continent, you are the last and the only one. Don't you feel lonely? "
In the gloomy tent, Silby was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Who taught you these words? Ravenclaw. "
"Does it matter if it's her or not?" Hoffa pointed directly at Silby's knife-like eyes, "You have a problem, I can solve it. That's enough."
"Who do you think you are to solve my problem?" Silby slowly straightened his back and immediately refused, "I have no problem. Leave this place immediately."
Hoffa's lips curled up slightly. Obviously, the murderous intent disappeared. The beast-like pressure and gaze also disappeared without a trace. This sentence was purely to save face.
So he stood up and bowed slightly, "As you wish, Your Majesty."
Then, he stood up and left the tent without hesitation.
However, the moment he was about to lift the curtain, a very unhappy voice came from behind, "Your Majesty, who allowed you to call me that? Am I a king now? "
You are almost a king. Hoffa turned back and said, "As long as you defeat the Pope, you will definitely become a king surrounded by thousands of people."
"Impossible!"
Silby, who had been sitting cross-legged all this time, suddenly shouted.
Then, he took a few deep breaths, calmed himself down, and stared at Hoffa, "I will say it again, I am not a king, I am a wizard, there is no king among wizards."
Hoffa immediately said, "You are doing what a king is doing. Even if you stay in this broken tent, wear broken clothes, and mix with your own feces, you are still a king."
With this, Silby finally could not take it anymore. He stood up, his whole body trembling. But it was not a tremble of anger, but a tremble of excitement. He looked at Hoffa with red eyes. He pointed at him and could not say a word for a long time, as if he was choked by something.
Finally, he was exhausted.
Looking at his palm, he muttered, "So that's how it is … So that's how it is …"
Then, he sat on the ground, his fingers deep in his hair, "Ahaha … Uh … Ahaha … Uh … Ahaha … Uh … Ahaha … Uh … Ahaha … So that's how it is … So that's how it is …"
His voice became softer and softer, and finally, there was a faint sound of sobbing.
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