In just three days, Indor had not only saved the fairies' global industry and restored the wizard market, but also rapidly expanded his influence.
Hoffa saw all of this, and he had no intention of stopping it. For the fairies, risk was an opportunity. Indor had always been like this since the first year.
This was the only way to quickly reconstruct the rules and rebuild the world, without mixing in emotional operating resources. In this aspect, he believed that the fairies were better than anyone else.
Finally, after three days, the terrible, global chaos of the sleepwalkers finally ended.
When Hoffa returned to the underground lake in London, he was no longer alone. He was followed by a large group of people. They were believers who had followed him from all over the world.
The empty lake was once again bustling with people coming and going. As soon as he walked out of the super airliner network, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The good news was that Miranda was right in front of him.
She was standing in front of a teleportation gate, talking to a group of adepts. She was holding a piece of parchment and a quill in her hands, listening to the others while taking notes. It was as if the three days of chaos did not affect her at all.
This made Hoffa not know what to do. On the one hand, he was relieved to find her. For three days, he thought that Silby would tie her up and throw her into the Pacific Ocean, but it did not happen.
However, Miranda actually went back to work with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened. This made Huo Fa feel a little uncomfortable, and he felt ashamed of his own inferiority. He believed that his self-cultivation must not have reached perfection, otherwise, how could he be so indifferent? He decided that when he was done here, he would definitely learn from this guy.
When the other wizards near the super airliner network saw that Hoffa had brought so many people, they all stopped what they were doing and rushed up. After a few days of crazily saving the world, Hoffa had become the star of the lucid wizards. Everyone wanted to touch him.
Indor quickly led Hoffa's followers to stop those who wanted to touch Hoffa. Instantly, a huge commotion broke out.
Hoffa had no intention of managing the chaos. He only had eyes for Miranda. But Miranda didn't come over. She glanced at the noisy super highway network and then went somewhere else.
Hoffa was slightly annoyed. He slowed down time, separated the crowd, and followed behind Miranda. When Indor and his followers realized what was going on, the savior was already gone.
Miranda arrived near another teleportation gate and began to check the goods. She counted batch after batch and recorded down each piece of paper.
Finally, when she finished counting the last batch of goods, Miranda and a witch who looked like her assistant walked down the platform. At this time, her gaze shifted to Hoffa.
Hoffa had been waiting for him for almost an hour.
Miranda's expression remained unchanged. She brought her assistant to Hoffa's side and flipped through the parchment. "Why are you standing here?"
"I …"
For a moment, Hoffa didn't know how to answer her. Her question made him feel like an idle and idle rich second generation. He had accumulated a lot of questions in the past three days, but he didn't know how to ask them.
Yes, what was he doing? Could he still question her? What happened had already happened. She was still at work.
Miranda put away the parchment, pushed up her glasses, and said calmly, "Dumbledore is looking for you. He said that Ossivia is back."
Then, she said to the witch on the other side, "Alice, take him to see Dumbledore and give him this batch of documents."
"Okay, Miranda." The little witch named Alice said. She waved at Hoffa. "Come with me. I'll take you to see Dumbledore."
Miranda pushed up her glasses and went about her business with a calm expression.
Hoffa looked at Miranda with a complicated expression. He felt more and more that he had underestimated her. Did he really understand this person? He was very doubtful. From the age of eleven until now, except for the day at the end of the first grade, he had almost never seen Miranda express too much emotion. If it was any other time, it would be fine. But they had already done that thing. Why did it feel more and more unfamiliar?
Pestering was obviously not Hoffa's style. Since Miranda had no intention of interacting with him anymore, he could only let go of the sadness in his heart and followed Alice to Dumbledore's office.
He pushed the door open and entered. A tall witch was standing inside the door, talking to Dumbledore.
She was more than 1.8 meters tall, and her whole body was wrapped in a dark green magic robe. Her back was facing Hoffa. Her hair was tied into a hemispherical bun, and there was a hairpin transformed from a magic wand in it.
It was Ossivia.
Seeing her, Hoffa broke away from the state of being humiliated in front of Miranda and showed a bright smile.
"Senior." He shouted. His voice was much more sincere than when he saw Indor.
Ossivia turned around, revealing the face of a young woman in her mid-twenties.
She was still the same as before, beautiful but indifferent. The collar of her green cloak was very high, and her chin and lips were hidden in the high collar. But even so, Hoffa could still see the faint smile in her eyes.
And the deep fatigue in her expression. There was no doubt that she had spent a lot of energy searching for Silby's whereabouts for a long time and rushing here.
Hoffa came to her side and wanted to give her a hug, but when he thought of Miranda, he reached out his hand and said politely and with restraint, "Long time no see, senior."
"Long time no see, Hoffa."
Ossivia stretched out a hand from her robe. The moment she stretched out her hand, Hoffa immediately caught a glimpse of something unusual. Because he stretched out his right hand, but Ossivia stretched out her left hand, which looked very awkward.
Upon closer inspection, he turned pale with fright. This was because the other arm of this senior sister from Snake Institute was unexpectedly missing from her wrist. One of her arms was broken, just like the broken arm of Venus.
"Senior … your … your arm!?"
"Oh, you're talking about this." Ossivia took off her cloak indifferently, revealing her broken arm. The broken arm had already healed, and there was a circle of golden runes where it was broken.
"I met a difficult guy when I was traveling, and my arm was accidentally cut off." She said calmly, as if she was not the one who was injured.
Seeing that Hoffa still could not accept it, Ossivia smiled. She held his hand with her only arm and pulled him in front of her. With her faint and slightly hoarse voice, she said, "You've grown up." She pointed at her chest with her hand and said with a sigh, "You were just here the last time, and now you're as tall as me."
"That … that's not true."
Hoffa said. It had been 300,000 years, and if she did not grow taller, it would be too unreasonable. He was still wondering who could cut off Ossivia's arm, and could not help but look at her broken arm, but she had already calmly put it back into her sleeve.
"Let's talk about the old days later."
Dumbledore sat behind his desk and rubbed his temples worriedly. "Give that letter to him, Romanov."
"Okay."
Ossivia's expression changed from faint joy to extreme seriousness. She reached into her arms with one hand, took out a folded parchment, and handed it to Hoffa. She said solemnly, "This is the letter I found when I was looking for the Half-Human King. Yesterday, when I came back from the Iberian Peninsula's super flying network, it was written on the stone wall of the portal. Take a look. "
Seeing that Ossivia was so serious, Hoffa could not help but take the letter with a solemn expression and slowly opened it. As soon as he saw the first row of words, he bit his lower lip hard.
— — —
[Dear Huo Fa, my best friend, I know all about your hard work. Without a doubt, you've passed another of my tests and are qualified to stand before me. Of course, I won't hide in front of you.
It's just that I can't move freely, and I think you know that. How about this, tomorrow at this time, come to Toledo in the Iberian Peninsula, and there will be a car there to pick you up.
As the end of the grand ceremony, I want to share this supreme glory with you — Silby]
— — —
The letter was very short, but after Hoffa finished reading it, he did not know what to say. He raised his head and looked at Dumbledore. Then he looked at Ossivia and shook his head. "I'm not his friend."
"Of course I know you're not his friend."
Dumbledore said, "But how did he do it? It's like our every move is under his eyes."
Ossivia said, "Does he have some great plan, and only you know about this plan?"
Hoffa did not know how to answer. He felt that coming back to the present from fifty years in the future was like a moth falling into a spider's web. The more he struggled, the deeper the danger.
There was no doubt that Silby was completely aware of his every move. He felt that he was like a chess piece running around in a fog, and the path he took was exactly what that guy wanted. That guy, what exactly is he planning?
"Hoffa, tell me your plan."
Seeing that he did not speak for a long time, Ossivia asked worriedly.
"I'll go see Silby, defeat him, and stop him," Hoffa said hoarsely. This is the only thing I can do.
"You can't go see him."
Dumbledore said firmly, "This is an obvious scheme. He'll use you and even destroy you! Since he exposed the location himself, we have to send all our troops and directly attack that place. "
"No."
This time, it was Ossivia who rejected Dumbledore's suggestion. She shook her head. "I've been there before. It's completely separated from the real world. The distance between dream and reality is very blurred there, like a mirage. If one's spiritual force is not strong enough, it's very easy to be swallowed by that place and become a member of the Sleepwalkers.
Most of the Wizards who are awake now need to rely on various kinds of refreshing medicine to help them wake up. If they don't have great willpower, we can't send an army to attack. "
After a pause, Ossivia sighed. "I have to say, he's been planning for a long time. Numbers are meaningless to him."
Dumbledore's expression looked as if he had eaten a ton of yellow lotus, extremely bitter.
Hoffa put down the letter. "It seems that I have no other choice. I'll go see him. No matter what, as long as I defeat him, everything will be free."
"I'll go with you."
Ossivia said, "He's a monster that we released together. We should deal with him together. Also, I've been there before and am quite familiar with it. "
"If that's the case, I'll go with you." Dumbledore said, "Even if I can't command the army to attack, I can't let you act alone. It's time to put an end to what happened five years ago. This kind of stain must be removed from Hogwarts's history."
Hoffa nodded. If it was a small team operation, he was very much in favor. After all, he was not arrogant enough to think that he was invincible. When facing such an enemy, it was always good to have one more helper.
He said, "If that's the case, then we'll leave tomorrow. Don't tell anyone …"
Bang!!
The door to Dumbledore's office was suddenly pushed open. It interrupted Hoffa's words.
The three people in the office Zizi turned their heads. At the door was Miranda holding a stack of documents. Seeing that someone else had entered, the three people in the office tactfully shut their mouths.
Miranda slowly placed the documents on Dumbledore's desk, then stood in front of them and did not leave.
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat. Ossivia looked a little confused.
Dumbledore's expression was a little surprised. He probably did not expect Miranda to come in without saying anything. He also did not expect her to stay here after delivering the documents.
"You, do you need something, Ghoshak?"
Dumbledore asked softly in a gentle voice.
"Yes," Miranda nodded calmly, "I want to go with you."
While speaking, she did not even look at Hoffa. But Hoffa shuddered. The thing that scared him the most had happened. Obviously, this little girl had just eavesdropped outside and knew about their plan.
"No," Hoffa immediately refused. "No!"
He even said with some annoyance, "You can't go!"
Miranda looked at him contemptuously, "I didn't ask for your opinion, Mr. Bach. Besides, the Half-Human King is not a match for you alone. I also want to defeat him and return the world to normal."
When she called him Mr. Bach, Hoffa was provoked. He had never heard Miranda call him by his last name.
"I refuse to make unnecessary sacrifices," Hoffa said with the same indifferent attitude, "Miss Ghoshak, this is war."
"Tsk, then let's vote by a show of hands."
Miranda looked at Dumbledore, "There are four people here. If three people raise their hands, I can go, right?"
"You can say that, but Miranda, this is very dangerous. You have to think carefully."
Dumbledore said.
"I've thought it through. This is my own choice. Professor Dumbledore, please support me. "Then, she raised her hand.
"Yes, I have always supported free will."
Dumbledore said helplessly and raised his hand.
Hoffa suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Ossivia. His breathing was a little rapid. He did not expect Dumbledore to be so easy to talk to. Now, he could only hope that Ossivia could understand him.
But Miranda said proudly, "No one in the younger generation is stronger than me." She turned to look at Ossivia, "If you can go, then I can go, Professor Romanov."
Ossivia smiled. She glanced at Hoffa, blinked slightly, and laughed, "Whether from a female's point of view or from a wizard's point of view, I welcome you to join, Miss Ghoshak."
Then, she also raised her only arm.
Miranda put down her arm and shrugged.
"It seems that everyone wants me to go. The minority obeys the majority, Mr. Bach."
Hoffa covered his head in annoyance. It was over. He finally realized that this girl was deliberately taking revenge on him for not taking her on an adventure two years ago. She deliberately chose to come in when there were so many people.
He said fiercely, "Then do as you wish!"
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