Hoffa sat on the city wall of Paris and asked Dumbledore, "Where's Miranda? Do you know where she went?"
Dumbledore was a little surprised. He probably did not expect Hoffa to ask such a question. After a moment of thought, he said, "Just half an hour ago, before I received the emergency signal from Paris. Adbey Ghoshak and I had a few minutes of conversation. He said that the situation over there is also very serious. If I'm not wrong, Miranda should have gone to Calcutta in India. "
Hoffa almost couldn't breathe.
India … India? He said in shock, "What's Miranda doing there?"
"Adbey Ghoshak is in Calcutta," Dumbledore said. "That's our colony. A large number of magic crops are planted there. Miranda should have received his orders and went to help him."
'F * ck …' Huo Fa was both annoyed and relieved.
When he was angry, Miranda ran away without telling him.
Fortunately, Miranda did not seem to have been taken away by Silby. This made him feel relieved.
He stood up with Dumbledore's arm and separated the group of French wizards who were standing beside him.
Dumbledore shouted behind Hoffa, "Where are you going, Hoffa? Don't you want to rest for a while?"
Hoffa waved his hand and Mirage disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was at the stone arch of the Paris Superhighway network. He grabbed a handful of powder and jumped in, shouting, "Calcutta!"
Whoosh. The green fire swallowed him, and the world spun again.
When he reappeared, he was standing in a field of palm leaves. As he had crossed half the earth, the sky suddenly brightened. He could no longer see the bell towers of the European-style churches, but he could see the steeples of some temples. The fresh air made his mind, which had been exhausted by the Mind-Flow Curse, recover some health.
Numerous streams flowed through the fields, irrigating the fertile land. Cotton, coffee, peas, cloves, and red pepper were grown there. The rising smoke curled around the top of a clump of palm trees. Among the trees, there was a cluster of fresh and beautiful bungalows, the ruins of several monasteries, and a few bizarre-shaped temples. The ever-changing decorative arts of Indian architecture enrich the content of these temples. Further ahead was a vast field that stretched as far as the eye could see. In those bushes, there were poisonous snakes and fierce tigers.
Even though Hoffa was very worried about Miranda, this scene made him lose focus for a moment. But before he could catch his breath, he heard someone shouting something. It was probably Indian Sanskrit.
However, the strange thing was that he did not see a single person. The shouts were right next to his ear, as if someone was speaking into his ear. Hoffa shook his head violently, trying to shake off the strange noise.
But even after shaking it around for a long time, it was useless. Not only did the shouts not disappear, they became even more intense.
The shouts grew louder and could not be ignored.
Huo Fa had no choice but to run in the direction of the voice. Gradually, he approached the entire temple district. There were pointed Hindu pagodas everywhere, as well as some Buddha statues.
He found the source of the shouts. The shouts came from the top of the temples. There were thousands of monks there, probably equivalent to the Lucid Shamans in England.
It was strange. They were very far away, so logically speaking, they should not be able to hear the sound. However, the sound went straight to the bottom of Hoffa's heart, and he could clearly distinguish the gender of each person shouting.
He even heard Adbey Ghoshak's voice. He had not even seen Adbey's face, so when did his hearing become so good?
He was puzzled by the strange sound that went straight to the bottom of his heart.
At the same time, the ground shook.
* Dong dong … *
* Dong dong … *
* Dong dong … *
* Dong dong … *
The shaking became more and more intense, and the tiger in the bushes rushed out of the forest as if it was fleeing, along with poisonous snakes and elephants.
On the other side of the temple, there was a winding river about 50 meters wide.
On the other side of the river, a dark crowd rushed out of the bushes, densely packed with people. It was unimaginable, and there was no end in sight.
A few minutes ago, when Hoffa was in Paris, he felt that the number of people there was more than the number of people on the train in India. However, when he really came to India, he could not find the words to describe it.
British India covered an area of 1.4 million square miles, and had a population of 180 million. To be honest, when he knew that Miranda might have come to India, he was determined to find her even if he was drowned in a sea of people, but he did not expect to see so many people.
The sleepwalkers drove the tigers and elephants and stepped into the Ganges River. They used their bodies as dams and filled up the river without caring about the cost. The people behind them stepped on their bodies and rushed forward wave after wave.
Soon, in less than a minute, they rushed to the other side of the river. They hit the wall of the temple.
The cries for help in his mind became more tragic, and Hoffa covered his ears. He was almost deafened by the sound. However, it was useless to cover his ears. He could still hear the sound that was everywhere.
He had to do something. He had to do something to get rid of that deafening sound.
What could he do?
The answer was self-evident.
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The tower was shaking under the impact of the sleepwalkers, and the wizards on the tower fled in all directions. The local monks had nowhere to go. They sat cross-legged, closed their eyes, and prepared to die.
Adbey Ghoshak waved his wand and cast a spell on the top of the tower, but his deputy anxiously pulled him, trying to drag him away. "Minister Ghoshak, this place has fallen, we have to leave."
"No, forty percent of the existing plantations are behind us. If the plantations are destroyed, we will soon run out of ammunition and food." Adbey Ghoshak said firmly, "If any of the methods will lead to death, then why not fight? Maybe there is still a chance."
His subordinates could not persuade him, so they could only follow his orders and persuade the monks to take up arms and resist together. However, it was not very effective. The monks no longer resisted, and the British wizards who came here with them either fled or scattered.
However, just as the temple was about to collapse, the sleepwalkers who crossed the Ganges River suddenly stopped moving. Their heads turned Zizi and looked in one direction.
Looking in that direction, the monks, Adbey, and some other British wizards saw a black-haired boy standing beside the Ganges River. His body was swaying, and he was walking in a very strange way, almost falling down. However, the moment he appeared, the sleepwalkers stopped attacking the city, and Zizi slowly moved towards him.
Although they could not see at all, everyone could feel the huge energy gathering in the air. The power flowed over their heads, and the pressure was frightening.
The monks stopped Zizi and started chanting. Some of them pointed at him and even ran down the tower to the boy.
Adbey recognized the boy and shouted in surprise, "Bach!?"
Hoffa turned a deaf ear. He was chanting the Mind Flow Spell in his heart. In just one day, he had used this terrible spell again. Facing such a large number of sleepwalkers, one could imagine the pressure he was under.
The magic was so strong that cracks appeared on his nails and bones, and at the same time, the ground cracked. A huge crack appeared on the ground. The water of the Ganges River roared like thunder and poured into the crack, and the river began to expand infinitely. At first, it was 50 meters, then 100 meters, 500 meters, 1,000 meters, 2,000 meters … The crack expanded so fast that the water of the Ganges River dropped crazily, and finally shrank to the size of a small stream.
Hoffa's nose was bleeding, and with his indifferent chanting, a huge canyon appeared where the riverbed of the Ganges River used to be. Its width and depth were comparable to the Great Rift Valley of East Africa, and it completely separated the sleepwalkers from the survivors. Not only that, but there was also a wall of hundreds of meters on the opposite side of the canyon, completely blocking the possibility of the sleepwalkers' invasion.
Finally, after this magnificent scene appeared, the strange cry for help in Hoffa's mind finally disappeared. He sat down on the ground, as tired as a dead dog.
The rescued monks ran down from the temple and ran to Hoffa's side. They surrounded him and kept kneeling, crying. Some even cried until they fainted. It was just like when the Israelites saw Moses parting the Red Sea.
Just like in Paris, Hoffa turned a deaf ear to the worship. He was so tired that he could not breathe.
Although the magic brought by the Heart Flow Curse could be consumed, it was more of a mess of abnormal power that accumulated in his body, making him very uncomfortable.
Not only that, the sound in his ears became louder. It was not the worship of the monks or the chanting of scriptures, but a sound from a farther place.
It was useless even if he covered his ears, because it came from an unknown place and went straight to his heart.
He did not know what would happen to Silby when he used this spell. If it happened every time, it would be too painful.
It was not easy to catch his breath from his half-dead state. He saw Adbe Ghoshak sitting beside him and said with infinite emotion, "Good boy, you have really grown up!"
Hoffa had not recovered from the strange sound. He knew that Adbe was talking in his ears, but he had no idea what Adbe was talking about. The strange cry for help was too noisy.
"What did you say?" He pointed to his ears, as if he was deaf.
"I said, I really did not misjudge you!" Adbe said loudly in his ears. "Since first grade, I knew that you would do great things!"
Hoffa finally heard something. To be able to hear this from Professor Ghoshak, who had been strict all his life, if it was in the past, he felt that he would be able to die with a smile. But not now, because he did not see any trace of Miranda in Calcutta.
Without a word of courtesy, Hoffa asked Adbe directly, "Where is Miranda?"
Adbe said in confusion, "Why are you looking for Miranda?"
Huo Fa really wanted to say, "Because your precious granddaughter raped me." But he knew that he could not say that … He just said, "I have something to do with her."
Adbe frowned and thought for a while. "Miranda did come here, but she saw that the situation here was serious, so she left to help me find external help."
"I … I …" Hoffa's feet wobbled and he almost lost his balance. He suppressed the desire to swear and stood up with Adbe's shoulder. Out of breath, he insisted, "Where did she go?"
"America."
Adbe Ghoshak said, "America is the place with the most surviving wizards. She went there to help me find external help."
"Where is America?" Hoffa gritted his teeth.
"New York, should be," Adbe said with some apprehension.
To be honest, this young man's appearance made him feel a little scared and uneasy, especially the huge and almost terrifying power from before. He still remembered it clearly. It was a power beyond his understanding, and it did not seem like it could be controlled by a mortal.
Hoffa ignored the pain and staggered away, leaving Adbe and the group of Indian monks.
Adbe looked at Hoffa's back worriedly. "Bach, why are you in such a hurry to find her? If you want to see her, she will come back in a while."
Hoffa did not say a word, and Mirage disappeared again.
He heard Adbe's words, but he did not dare to wait for another second. Silby's letter to him was still lingering in his mind. He had to find Miranda immediately to prevent her from being taken away by Silby.
So he Mirage moved to the superhighway network, entered it, and shouted, "New York."
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This time, as soon as he landed, he found himself standing on the head of the Statue of Liberty, and in front of him was the vast Atlantic Ocean. Behind him was the rushing Hudson River and dozens of abandoned barges.
Before he could take a look at the environment, a loud cry for help sounded in his mind. It was louder and clearer than when he was in Calcutta.
It was in English, men and women's cries for help, screams, and prayers. They were full of pain and attacked Hoffa's mind.
He covered his head tightly and squatted down.
The sound got louder and louder, and in the end, it was not just sounds anymore. He even saw some broken images. He saw a dozen wizards besieged by tens of thousands of sleepwalkers in Long Island, and a few of them knelt down in despair and kept praying.
He saw a group of sober wizards hiding at the top of the Broadway theater, shivering. On the street below them, there was a flood of black shadows.
There was also a bank in Lower Manhattan that was surrounded by several streets of sleepwalkers. There were many fairies in the bank, lying on the fence in fear, holding their heads.
Among the fairies, Hoffa also saw a familiar guy, Indor.
Recognizing him almost made Hoffa's head explode. Damn, Zizi's voice and images made him sit on the ground, holding his head and clenching his teeth. This was something he had never experienced before. Why did he hear so many voices? Why did he see so many people?
Was this the side effect of the Mind-Flow Curse?
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