The rain fell on the glass ball and covered it with water droplets. The God of Nightmares was not human and had no expression. He just floated in the glass ball.
Hoffa told him the results of his speculation, but he did not see any emotional fluctuations.
It was only after a long while that it transmitted a message through its mind.
"Then what do you plan to do?"
"What do I do …"
Hoffa was a little confused for a moment.
Although he had deduced Silby's purpose through the spell, he did not know how to stop him.
However, he didn't know how to stop him, and he wasn't sure what he was going to do.
"All Spells Return to One. If he can extract the magic power of all the wizards, why didn't he do it immediately?" The God of Nightmares said. "Obviously, he can't do that yet. Some conditions are missing. My suggestion is that you find other wizards first. If you can find other wizards, you might have other clues. "
That made sense.
Hoffa thought to himself. He was not willing to find help before because he was afraid that others would drag him down. But now, it seemed that he had to find other wizards. If Silby wanted the Ten Thousand Spells Return to One, he had to find the Ten Thousand Spells Return to One first.
After making up his mind, Hoffa did not delay any longer. He grabbed the God of Nightmares in the glass ball and disappeared with Mirage. When he reappeared, he was at the Ministry of Magic in London.
This was the real world. The last place where he saw Silby. A year ago, or three hundred thousand years ago, Silby used Fatir's plan to destroy Chloe's physical body and send him to the Time Prison, which was fifty years later.
Of course.
He had already searched this place before. On the day he returned from fifty years ago, Hoffa had looked here.
But Silby, or the physical body he used, Delfina, was long gone. Hoffa did not believe that guy would stay there and wait for him to find trouble with him.
However, there were many wizards who had fallen into the dream here.
Like Muggles, they wandered aimlessly, struggling to survive the torrential rain of reality.
From the empty elevator all the way down to the basement of the Ministry of Magic, Hoffa could see some wandering wizards. They were like zombies, holding documents and sleepwalking between offices. Although their minds were deeply immersed in their sweet dreams, their bodies still maintained their previous habits of working and eating.
Hoffa knocked one of the Magi to the ground and pressed him on the table to examine him.
However, he didn't find anything special about him. Just like the other Muggles outside, he wore a cage and the clothes he wore before entering the dream. Other than that, there was nothing else.
'Strange …'
Hoffa thought to himself, "If every wizard's mana is like a pool of water, shouldn't a pipe be built to gather all the water from their bodies?"
Naturally, he immediately thought of the God of Nightmares.
So he asked, "Little monster, can dreams transmit magic power?"
"Transferring mana?"
The God of Nightmares didn't seem to understand.
"In other words, if Silby wants to gather everyone's power, can he make them hand over their mana through dreams?"
The little monster in the glass ball flew up and down a few times, then shook its head. "No."
It explained, "Dreams are like a virtual network, spread out in the consciousness of people. Everyone can transmit and exchange information, but it's only limited to information.
It's hard to imagine that there's something like mana flowing in the dream network. "
"Then how should mana be transmitted?"
The God of Nightmares shook its head. "I don't know."
The God of Nightmares didn't know, but Hoffa slowly remembered something from a long time ago. Many years ago, when he was still in his second year. In order to remove the curse on his body, Silby had brazenly detonated Hogwarts.
At that time, he used the Shield Spell to stop Silby. However, his Shield Spell alone wasn't strong enough, so Dumbledore, Miranda, Aglaia, and all the students of the Hogwarts lent their mana to him.
Was that a gathering of everyone's power?
All Spells Return to One …
Hoffa thought of the spell and subconsciously chanted, "So."
The spell was as simple as breathing out.
Suddenly, he felt a weak power.
The power had a hint of warmth, like the breath of a lover during a kiss.
Huh?
Hoffa was stunned.
Without a doubt, the spell worked. He could feel a weak, gossamer heartbeat, and the owner of the heartbeat missed him.
“so...”
Huo Fa chanted the incantation again.
Without a doubt, the faint warmth became stronger, and the owner of the breath seemed to have noticed his existence.
“so...”
He chanted again.
This time, some kind of magic bridge was built between the two of them, allowing him to sense the flow of the other person's mana, as well as the location of the other person. It wasn't far from him, and could be said to be right below him.
Hoffa became excited. He rushed to the Ministry of Magic's elevator and pressed the button.
The elevator opened, and he repeated the spell as he descended.
All the way to the lowest level of the Ministry of Magic, the Division of Mysteries.
Here, the spell could detect the breath getting stronger and stronger. He followed the Mind Flow Curse and ran forward with large strides.
He ran until he reached a room with a stone arch. The room was dimly lit, rectangular, and sunken in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. Around the room were rows of stone benches, and he stood on the top row. The benches extended down at a steep angle. There was only a high stone platform in the middle of the stone pit, and the arch stood on top of the platform.
The breath was on the other side of the arch.
It was getting stronger and stronger, and even with the breath, a large amount of mana surged into Hoffa's body.
He climbed up the archway in a few steps.
Through the ancient, weathered arch, Hoffa smiled.
The girl on the other side of the arch covered her mouth in surprise.
She was wearing a plain blue wizard robe, and under the robe were long high-top Martin boots. Her legs were long, and her chestnut hair was draped over her shoulders. Her face was thin, and her skin was pale. She wore round glasses, but it was still hard to hide her wisdom and gentleness.
"Miranda!"
Hoffa stood on the stone platform and waved with a smile.
The girl rushed over.
She climbed through the stone arch.
She rushed to Hoffa's side.
She hugged him without any explanation.
Hoffa was pushed back two steps by the impact, and he was so moved that he almost cried.
He hugged Miranda tightly, patted Miranda's back, and said emotionally, "Long time no see … long time no see …"
The girl's heart was beating like a drum in her soft chest. She was panting excitedly, and that was the joy of reuniting after a long separation, as well as other complex and strong emotions.
It had been years. Perhaps for Miranda, she had only not seen Hoffa for a year, but for Hoffa, God knew how long it had been.
The two hugged for a long time, and then Miranda reluctantly pushed him away, wiped her red eyes, and sobbed. "Where have you been? You're not back until now. "
"I went to a place very far away," Hoffa said. "So far away that it's hard to imagine."
"I see." Miranda took off her round glasses, wiped them, and put them back on. She didn't ask where Hoffa had gone, but just 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 and remembered that the last time he saw her, she had short hair that reached her ears. This time, she had long hair that reached her back.
He couldn't help but sigh. "Your hair has grown long."
Then he saw Miranda's thin face, and remembered that her figure was still very standard before, so he said, "You've grown a lot taller, but you've also become thinner."
"Life isn't easy." Miranda sighed, then grinned and bumped him with her shoulder. "You too." She poked Hoffa's hair and smiled. "Your hair has turned black, and so have your eyes. If I hadn't seen you on the first-year train, I'm afraid I wouldn't have recognized you."
Hoffa couldn't help but laugh. "It seems that life isn't easy for everyone."
"Hahahaha!"
Miranda laughed happily, and her previous sadness was swept away. She took Hoffa's hand and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the safe house."
"Safe house?" Hoffa was curious. "What's that place?"
Miranda replied, "It's a shelter built by us survivors to prevent us from being found by those outside and the owner of the dream."
There were still survivors. Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.
This was really great news. He had thought that Silby had dragged everyone in the world into the dream, and no one was spared.
He followed Miranda, and finally looked back at the empty stone arch hall. He was puzzled. "Why didn't I see you last time? Miranda. "
"Have you been here before?" Miranda asked in surprise.
"Yes," said Hoffa. "This is the second time I've been here."
"That's strange." Miranda rubbed her chin. "I was just helping my grandfather when I suddenly felt that you were outside, so I put down my things and came out to look for you. It's like … it's like we have a telepathic connection." She scratched her head with a slightly red face. "I really don't understand. But if you've been here twice, then the last time you came, I really didn't feel it."
Mind Flow: All Methods Return to One
Hoffa thought of the spell created by Silby and couldn't help but sigh at the power of this spell. He just chanted this spell a few times and found Miranda.
Moreover, the simple spell "so" seemed to contain endless mysteries. The mysteries seemed to contain the rhythm of the universe, which made people feel awe.
If he could use this spell …
Then to what extent could Silby, the creator of the spell, use it? Hoffa couldn't imagine.
He wanted to give the spell to Miranda, who was also a genius in curses, but he had more important things to learn now. So, he had to put aside the explanation of the Mind-Flow Curse for the time being. He asked Miranda, "What happened in the past year? Those people outside are wearing cages. Why don't you have one?"
Miranda sighed and said, "It's a long story. On Christmas night two years ago, not long after you left, the transfiguration cage you used to keep me in collapsed.
Violent magical waves swept through the whole of London. For a whole week, the sky of London was illuminated by a strange silver light. There was no day and no night.
I wanted to enter the Ministry of Magic to look for you, but my grandfather came and stopped me. They blocked all news and didn't let anyone enter the ministry. Later, I eavesdropped on my grandfather's meeting and found out that the minister of the Ministry of Magic, Fatir, had been killed. And you also disappeared without a trace.
I thought of many ways to find you, but unfortunately, it was useless. Whether it was spells or divination, it was useless. It was as if you had completely disappeared from this world. There were no bad omens or good omens. It was just that you didn't exist at all.
"Ah … Yes …" Hoffa thought of his own experience, which was almost like going to another world. "What happened later?"
"Later, I found out that Fatir's Arrow of Time plan was used and destroyed by someone. But who exactly destroyed the plan, no one knew.
However, Adebe became the minister of the Ministry of Magic as he wished and began to negotiate with the German Wizarding World. He hoped for a temporary ceasefire because we didn't have many resources to continue the war.
The agreement worked. Grindelwald was surprisingly easy to talk to. He agreed to almost all of his grandfather's terms. The two countries signed an armistice agreement and didn't fight for a few months.
However, the good news didn't last long. Just when we thought the war was over, a plague suddenly broke out in the Wizarding World and the Muggle World.
This plague was very strange. It was neither a plague nor a virus. It was sleep. The people infected with this plague slept for 18 hours a day. They slept like bats. They slept and dreamed during the day and night. When they woke up, they ran around and shared what they saw in their dreams with others.
They claimed that they had seen white light, heaven, and the Savior.
And those who were shared would also fall into a deep sleep. She kept sleeping and dreaming, and she kept sharing her dreams with others.
Soon, this plague spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, and infected most of Europe's population.
No one worked anymore, and no one was engaged in production anymore. It was as if everyone made the same decision at the same time. The real world was not what they wanted, so they might as well go to sleep.
Later, in order to control the spread of the plague, Grindelwald built a cage, which was the cage you saw outside. He hoped to control the minds of those who were infected with the Hallucinatory Plague.
At first, his plan succeeded.
Those who were put in the cage woke up from their hallucinations. They were in great pain and made a lot of noise. But in the end, they were willing to go back to work.
Although Adebe was worried that these people would be used by Grindelwald, brainwashed by him, and become his followers. But looking at the situation at the time, there was no better way.
So he vigorously promoted the use of psychotherapy, hoping to end the spreading of the nightmare. He also built cages for people on our side. In order to prevent the invasion of the dream, the wizards at that time all wore cages, including me. That included me. I have to say, it was really terrible. "
Recalling what happened in the past, Miranda's beautiful face showed a trace of fear.
"But not long after, I don't know what happened. One morning, those who were controlled by the cage all fell into a deep sleep. Even Grindelwald himself fell into a deep sleep.
He originally wanted to use his mind to control others, but in the end, he was controlled by someone else, an unknown person.
I was dragged into the dream like many, many people.
It was an incomparably sweet dream. Where, I … Cough, cough, cough. Miranda waved her hand. Forget it, let's not talk about this. "
"What happened next?" Huo Fa asked again. "How did you get out of the dream?"
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