Recognizing the owner of the voice, Hoffa was shocked. He quickly stepped back and let go of Miranda's shoulder.
On the narrow staircase, Miranda's face was split into two. One was painful and sad, the other was cold and dark.
Then, like a pulled cheese, the cold half of her twisted and struggled crazily, and finally split into another face. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy's head stood on her neck. Miranda's shoulders had two heads, and it looked very scary.
This was not the end. After the head appeared, another hand reached out. The hand came out of Miranda's shoulder like a butterfly crawling out of a cocoon.
This scene was so strange that it was hard to imagine.
Then, the little boy crawled out of Miranda's shoulder. He was only twelve or thirteen years old. His body was surrounded by black gas, but his eyes were firm and his expression was cold.
But Miranda's face was pale. She held the wand in one hand and pulled the little boy with the other, not letting him leave her body. She was sweating all over.
The little boy who crawled out was very familiar to Hoffa.
"Mille!" He called the little boy's name. He still remembered how Mille helped him fifty years later.
But Mille turned his head fiercely and roared, "Get out!!!"
It was so disgusted that it was as if Hannibal had seen Scipio Jr. Every cell on his face was full of disgust.
"Where are you going!?" Miranda said in pain. "Come back here, don't be so willful!"
"I'm willful?" The little boy roared in resistance. "Let me go, I've had enough!" Mille pointed at Hoffa. "I want to split up, I want to split up. I don't care who you do it with, but don't use my body! It's disgusting!! "
Hoffa realized that Mille was not the one from fifty years ago. He had no memory of going on adventures with him. And what Miranda did with him that night, Mille might have experienced it too. If he thought that he was a man.
Then that night … Hoffa's face suddenly turned ugly.
No wonder he wanted to split up.
"This is my body. I am the master." Miranda held on to him tightly, not letting him leave.
"I've also been here for more than ten years. Why are you the master?" Mille roared ferociously, "I will not follow this guy to his death, and I will not allow you to profane my body! Sister, let's fight to the death. Whoever wins will control this body! "
"Stop dreaming! Bastard! "Miranda cursed in pain:" I know everything you know, you definitely can't beat me! "
"We'll only know after we fight!"
Mille roared like a giant bear and punched Miranda from above. Miranda grabbed Mille's arm and punched Mille's chin mercilessly.
"You hit me, you really hit me! I'll fight it out with you! "
Mille cried out crazily. "Heart Piercing Carpal Bone!"
Miranda waved her wand: "Anti-Spell Shield!"
A red light flashed, and the spell was bounced back. Unexpectedly, Mille also put up an Anti-Spell Shield at the same time, so the spell bounced back and forth between them. The two tore each other's hair and wrestled on the narrow spiral staircase without the demeanor of a master.
Huo Fa was shocked as he watched the pair of siblings fight each other like crazy. They could fall into the abyss at any moment.
He subconsciously wanted to stop the fight. But just as he took a step forward, the two fighting people Zizi turned around.
Miranda: "Go!"
Mille: "Get lost!"
Miranda: "We don't need you to care!"
Mille: "Do your own work! Looking at you makes me sick, idiot! "
Although the words were different, the meaning was almost the same.
Hoffa pointed at Mille, gave him a threatening look, and then turned around without looking back. As soon as he turned around, the power of the spell shook the earth behind him. He gritted his teeth and did not turn back. Instead, he resolutely rushed to the top of the tower.
His last opponent was there.
The three companions left Hoffa one after another, and he could do nothing about it. But to be honest, he was a lot more relaxed.
If Silby wanted to fight king to king and general to solve the problem, then Sui Xiong wanted to do the same. With the power of time, Sui Xiong did not think that the cursed Silby would be his match.
The stairs seemed endless, just like the Tower of Babel in the Bible, a building that was rejected by God.
He had no idea how Silby managed to build such a tower. When he reached a height of about five thousand meters, the stairs disappeared completely. Only a few small bumps were left on the tower.
The oxygen here was so thin that Hoffa did not even dare to turn into a Thunderbird and fly up. He grabbed the grooves on the tower wall and climbed up bit by bit. The wind whistled in his ears, but there was nothing beside him. He had to put all his attention on what was at hand to prevent himself from falling down.
As he concentrated, the noises that he heard due to the Flow Curse that had been lingering in his mind finally faded away.
He continued to climb upwards. Six thousand meters, seven thousand meters, eight thousand meters, nine thousand meters, ten thousand meters. Finally, when his entire body was covered in icicles and he was almost unable to breathe, he finally touched the top of the sky-reaching tower.
It was a platform that looked like a giant lotus, standing at the top of the small vines. It was extremely dreamy. He was like a spiderman, clinging to the edge of the platform, and with his back against the sky, he finally stood on the platform.
And he finally saw his last opponent, the guy in the wheelchair. It was a man, a woman, a genius, a lunatic, a wizard, and also a king.
Last time on the island in the middle of the lake in Hogwarts, Silby had thousands of structures and tens of thousands of forbidden magic books. But this time, he had nothing but a wheelchair.
The wheelchair slowly turned around with him on its back. The guy in the wheelchair was wrapped in a gray blanket and could not move, just like the first time they met.
The difference was that last time, he had occupied the body of a young man, but this time, he had occupied the body of a young woman.
Delfina's body had been cursed for a long time and was about to reach the end of its lifespan. She was all skin and bones and did not have much life left. On her knees, there was a rough wooden stick, which was Hoffa's magic wand.
Hoffa patted the ice off his body and said. He had been looking forward to seeing Silby. It was inevitable that he was anxious, expectant, and irritated. But when he really came in front of him, he calmed down and said, "It's hard to find you here."
"You've come to the wrong place. Ossivia is smarter than you in this regard. She immediately thought of my hometown." The guy in the wheelchair raised an arm and pointed to the horizon in the distance. "Look, isn't it beautiful?"
Hoffa looked at the horizon. The morning sun had just risen, and the sea was half red and half blue. It was indeed beautiful. But he was more concerned about Silby's arm that was raised from under the cloak. He could move his body!
"Did you remove the curse?" Hoffa asked.
"No, otherwise I wouldn't be in a wheelchair." Silby's arm hung down weakly and fell to his side. "In fact, every body has different resistance. Some are weak, some are strong. This one is lucky to have one arm that can move."
Hoffa said, "I thought you would remove the curse."
Silby in the wheelchair shook his head. "There's no need. Ever since I played against you, I found a better way to realize my dream."
A gust of wind blew between them. Under the platform, they could see the vast Atlantic Ocean and the European continent. Hoffa looked around and asked, "How did you build this tower?"
"By controlling those sleepwalkers. If everyone in the world is willing to help you, you can even build this tower on the moon." Silby said casually, "But considering that you're coming, I built it so high. Otherwise, it could be even higher."
He probably hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, so he seemed to be very talkative. But Hoffa didn't want to listen to Silby's chatter. He asked, "Is there anyone else here?"
"No, there's only you and me here," Silby said.
"Then you'll lose for sure," Hoffa said. He strode toward Silby. After catching up, it was time for him to make his move.
"Since I'm going to die today, as my mourner, do you want to hear my last wish, as …" Silby slowly opened his mouth and smiled. "Respect for my opponent."
"I don't want to," Huo Fa said without stopping.
The paralyzed Silby was unmoved. He said calmly, "You once asked me in the dream if I was lonely. Presumably, this sentence is more or less an answer to one's own question. "
Hoffa paused, then he continued walking. "It has nothing to do with you."
Silby said again, "There's no one in the world who knows you better than me, Hoffa. When a person has no opponent, he will no longer feel fulfilled. Dumbledore can't give you this feeling, Grindelwald can't give you this feeling, and neither can your little girlfriends. Only I can give it to you. "
Hoffa didn't stop. Instead, he walked faster until he was in front of Silby. He looked down at him. "Have you heard of the saying, a joke, that villains die because they talk too much?"
Silby smiled, then his face became expressionless. "You really know how to joke. I've been sitting here for almost two years. I don't mind sitting here for a while longer. You must have walked for a long time. You don't mind walking a few more steps. "
Hoffa reached out and put his hand on Silby's neck. With a gentle pull, Silby was lifted out of the gray cloth. The wand on his knee also rolled to the ground.
Under the gray cloth, he was all skin and bones. He hung in the air, swaying. This time, he didn't even have a mechanical structure to help him walk. He only had a skinny chest and limbs. He was as light as a doll. If Hoffa wanted to, he could tear him apart in a second. He didn't even need to use the power of time.
His defenseless appearance made Huo Fa feel that something was wrong. After fighting with the man in front of him a few times, he was like Sima Yi looking at Zhuge Liang's empty city, instinctively suspecting that there was a trap.
Silby wasn't afraid. He said indifferently, "You can't get anything by killing me. You should know what will happen to those who are dreaming outside when they leave the dream. They will die. They will die because they can't bear the roughness of reality. Only I can wake them up unscathed. "
Hoffa's hand trembled. If the price of killing Silby was to kill ninety-nine percent of the people in the world, he wasn't willing.
Silby continued, "The current world to you is like a spider's web ten thousand meters in the sky. At the end of this spider's web is your dream life. Unfortunately, there are too many conditions to achieve that kind of perfection. Obviously, killing me directly isn't one of them."
His words sounded complicated, but Hoffa's body trembled. He realized that the complexity of the world line was beyond his imagination. If he wanted to return to the normal course of history, he couldn't change the world at all. He even had to return to the level before the dream to return to 50 years later. If he changed it at will, the butterfly effect could break that fragile world line and achieve a different result.
If he didn't want to break the pot, he had to compromise with Silby. Once again.
And so, the lifted Silby fell back into the wheelchair.
Hoffa chose to negotiate. "Even if I don't kill you, how long can you last under this curse? Does the Spencer family have other descendants for you to consume? "
"No, this girl is the last." Silby said.
"Why don't you let me end your pain?" Hoffa persuaded patiently. "You won't feel pain. In an instant, you won't even be able to react, and you'll be freed from the curse."
"What's the point?"
Silby didn't move and stared straight at him. "From my birth to my death, what have I done? Create a magic school and then blow it up? No, no, that's too mediocre."
He sneered. "A meaningless person, a meaningless story, as dull as a smelly ditch. There are no inner waves, no external changes, nothing has changed. It's disgusting."
He looked at Silby's eyes. Although they were weak, the purity in them was almost blinding. He knew that death would never make him submit.
"What do you want?" This time, Hoffa asked sincerely. "Can't you tell me?"
"Aha, now we can finally talk. But since you asked, it's a very long story. "
Silby looked up at the sky and muttered, "By the way, do you know why Slytherin cursed me?"
Hoffa: "For the Forbidden Art Library?"
"That's part of the reason, but that's not all." Silby smiled and said, "Actually, before we built the Hogwarts, something interesting happened.
It was more than a thousand years ago. That night, the church, which was my biggest opponent, collapsed in the cold night. And that night, the revelation I received was far more than any other moment in the past … "
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