"Later, I heard that after Slytherin returned to the Hogwarts, he became eccentric and paranoid. He only accepted pure-blooded students and was prejudiced against Muggle-born people. Because of this, he often had conflicts with the other founders.
In his later years, he left the Hogwarts Orb and his own secret room in the Hogwarts. In the end, he chose to live in seclusion. Not long after, he died of depression. "
Silby's voice was calm and emotionless, but it contained a strange vicissitude.
"Sometimes, I think that Slytherin cursed me and made me live in pain forever. But how happy was his own life? Throughout history, how many people have truly lived a happy life? Even if there was no curse, would I have lived a happy life? "
He shook his head. "Speaking of which, I still have to thank you, Hoffa. The battle five years ago made me understand fate better.
This body is like a mask, and sometimes I am confused by it. The curse made me see myself clearly. It made me understand that only when I have nothing can I break free from the shackles of the body and see the eternal soul behind the mask. "
After he finished speaking, there was no sound for a long time on the platform. Hoffa was immersed in the turbulent emotions. All this time, he had thought that Silby's ambition was to deprive all wizards of their powers. He did not expect that he wanted to turn everyone into wizards.
"You want to turn all the Muggles in the world into wizards?" He asked in disbelief.
"That's right."
Silby nodded calmly. "Not only will all magic be of the same origin, but all magic techniques will be open and transparent, so that everyone will stand on the same starting line. No congenital defects, no duds, no Muggles. Returning the choice to the world, this is what I want. "
"That's impossible."
Hoffa flatly denied and shook his head. "Impossible, no one can do it."
Silby looked sincerely at Hoffa. "Every time, it is impossible for me to do it alone, but if you and I work together, there is a high chance."
"Bullshit!" Hoffa could not help but scold, "You want to turn them all into Magi? Have you asked if they agree?"
Silby shook his head. "You didn't ask, but Hoffa, don't lie to yourself. In this world, is there anyone who doesn't want to be a sorcerer? Everyone does. "
Hoffa was at a loss for words, unable to refute. This proposition was just like the question of whether anyone in the world was willing to become rich. The answer could only be yes.
Silby said, "I don't know if you've noticed, but from a certain perspective, this world is extremely unfair. This unfairness is called talent. Some people are wizards, and some are Muggles. As a Muggle, there was no hope of becoming a Magus.
They could only hate sorcerers and torture sorcerers. In the end, they were pitiful. No matter how open-minded you are, you can't avoid it. This is the flaw of the lowest level of this world. "
Hoffa was speechless.
Silby looked at Hoffa and said with a trembling voice, "When I was a genius Magus, I saw this, but I didn't really experience it. But only after I was cursed, when my body was the same as a mortal's, or even weaker than a mortal's, could I truly experience the pain of having no choice.
This pain made me see the flaws of this world, and it also made me understand my own value. If you ask me why I didn't remove the curse, my answer is that there's no need. "
"You're too … too crazy …"
Hoffa murmured. He knew that Silby was telling the truth, whether it was what he saw in the dream, the past, or the future. Ordinary people mostly hated and envied things that they did not understand or have. Just like Aunt Peggy to Harry, or proletarians to capitalists.
But he still did not dare to imagine what kind of world it would be. Everyone was a Magus, which was equivalent to giving everyone a gun. They had not been given a manual.
Even the most left-wing populists were insignificant in front of Silby. It was no wonder that the four founders were willing to shed all pretense of cordiality and risk their lives to stop him.
Silby pushed the wheelchair in front of Hoffa. "As long as you help me, I may be able to achieve this goal. Although the dream can't transmit matter, it can transmit information and energy. This glory, the supreme glory, should be enjoyed by the two of us alone … "
"Stop joking!!"
Hoffa shouted and interrupted Silby. "I admit that you were right when we were in second grade. I didn't know anything at that time, but now it seems that you're even more naive than I am. Everyone in the world has become a Magus. Do you think they don't have greed? Do you think the law of the jungle is a joke? Do you think those Muggles who have never come into contact with magic can restrain themselves when they suddenly get this power? "
"Then let nature choose!"
Silby roared back. "The strong get stronger, the weak get eliminated. This is how the heavens should be, this is what you said! Even if only one man and one woman are left, the world can be reborn. Then the world will only be a Magus' world! "
"Can't you see the risks?"
Hoffa was so angry that he kicked Silby's wheelchair away, swung him up and smashed him to the ground. "You only see one result of survival! One benefit. In your chaos, there are countless results of destruction. Do you see it!?
Fairies, centaurs, murlocs, giants, werewolves, vampires! Which one of them isn't eyeing the ruling position of adepts and humans covetously? If you do as you say, the biggest result is that everyone will be killed the moment they become adepts. Then, the other creatures will take advantage of the situation and reap the benefits. "
Silby, who was thrown to the ground, rolled three times. He was in a strange position, twisted, and fell to the ground with his buttocks raised. He was battered and exhausted, but he smiled and said, "Ha, I have to say, you have grown too much. Hoffa, you are no longer the blindly optimistic guy. You have a deep understanding of human nature. "
The smile disappeared, and Silby said indifferently, "But, any change is accompanied by severe pain. Only then will the times improve and humans develop. A bloodless change is just a story to fool oneself and fool.
If they had a little ambition, a thousand years would be enough for Magus and Muggles to merge together. But what is the result? A thousand years have passed, and the world I see is no different from a thousand years ago. "
Hoffa gritted his teeth and said, "There is no difference, but even if you do it, there is no difference. I have been there for fifty years, and I know that history will always repeat itself. "
"This is the difference between you and me, Hoffa."
Silby tilted his head and looked at him, "I think that history is rhyming, and the rhythm is the singing of the soul, the beauty of existence."
Hoffa's fingers tightened and said, "There is no way I can help you. You can either die happily or be tortured to remove the dream. Choose for yourself."
"Hahahahahaha …"
Silby lay on the ground and suppressed his laughter, "Hahahaha, interesting. Every dog has its day. There is actually a day when you will give me a choice. "
Silby used his only movable arm to crawl to where Hoffa's wand was, and said arrogantly, "But I, the Half-Human King, have never cared about other people's choices."
Hoffa looked at his former wand and his heart skipped a beat. A bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart, and he immediately snapped his fingers. "Three Thousand Stillness!"
Time slowed down by a few thousand times.
The strong wind no longer blew, and the thin air no longer flowed. Silby stopped, and his fingertips stopped at the handle of the wand.
However, there was something that did not fluctuate with time. The moment he held the wand, a black hole appeared behind Silby, and a tentacle appeared from the black hole and dragged him straight into the black hole.
Seeing the black hole, Hoffa was shocked. He suddenly remembered that the God of Nightmares had used this power to take him out of the Dream World.
He did not hesitate to follow the tentacle that grabbed Silby and jumped into the black hole.
After stepping into the black hole, the world in front of him suddenly disappeared.
Everything was replaced by darkness.
He ran two steps to the left, but he did not touch anything. He ran a few steps to the right, but he still did not touch anything. Silby had gone somewhere.
He tried to stop time, or reverse time, but in the unchanging darkness, it was as if time had disappeared, and there was no change to speak of.
"Damn it!"
Hoffa ran with big strides, but there was no end to the darkness, and there was no reference. After running for a long time, he did not see anything.
"What are you going to do?" he shouted in the darkness.
"I have to think of a way to deal with you … Hehehehe …"
A chilling, sinister laugh echoed in the darkness.
"Give me back my wand!" Hoffa said, and tried to sense the existence of the wand. In the past, when the wand was in his hand, he could always feel some kind of blood connection.
It was fine if he did not sense it, but once he did, he felt that his soul was falling into the endless darkness.
"Your wand, you mean, it?"
Silby's voice came from the darkness, and a rough piece of wood and a pair of hands appeared in the darkness. It was his wand.
Hoffa reached out to grab his wand, but his palm went through it, as if he was touching some kind of illusion.
"Oh, it's not as simple as a wand." Silby laughed. "Valuable things will always flow to those who can really use them, just like this!"
A hand reached out from the darkness, gently grasped the wand, and gently tapped on the red word "seal" at the end of the wand. Suddenly, a white light appeared in the darkness, and everything was separated from top to bottom, like an ink painting.
In the ink painting, Hoffa saw an old man crawling on the top of a mountain, with countless dancing tentacles and all kinds of indescribable monsters around him. Every step he climbed, a pair of sharp claws stretched out, trying to drag him in place, but the old man did not stop. At the end of the mountain, there was a dazzling white light, and even the most dazzling jewel was overshadowed in front of it.
Silby's voice sounded beside Hoffa. "Tens of thousands of years ago, in the East, a top wizard believed that by touching dreams, he could find himself. In his own dream, he found a wisp of the source of consciousness. In his subconscious, he saw supreme divinity, and also had dirty and filthy instincts. "
Hoffa turned around, trying to find Silby, but he could not find him. The thick ink painting beside him changed again.
The old man in the ink painting went through a lot of hardships and finally reached the top of the mountain, holding the white light in his hand. The moment the white light entered his hand, the indescribable horror and distortion all around disappeared. The old man woke up under a tree and broke a branch.
Silby continued, "After he found himself and left the dream, he could not bear to destroy the source of consciousness, but he was also worried that it would bring disaster to the world. So, he sealed it in a tree branch. That was the origin of the so-called God of Nightmares. "
Huo Fa would never have thought that the strange word 'seal' at the end of his wand would actually seal a little monster inside. No wonder he felt a blood connection when he first came into contact with the wand. No wonder he also felt a blood connection when he came into contact with the God of Nightmares in the deep sea of dreams. It turned out that his wand had always been with him, but he did not know.
Silby said, "Due to the uniqueness of the dream, it will resonate with those who have experienced the pain of life and death. Because only between life and death, there is true horror.
Hoffa, this is why your wand chose you, and also why the wand chose me. "
"Liar!" Hoffa flew into a rage out of humiliation. "It would not choose you!"
Knowledge was power, and facts spoke louder than words.
Silby was nowhere to be seen, and his cold voice surrounded Hoffa.
I know all of this, so I can remove the seal. I was the one who let the God of Nightmares go to your side. You will undoubtedly feel close to him because he is the core of your wand.
That's why I know everything about you. Gods have always been neutral. They only want to stand beside the most outstanding people. To put it simply, they've placed their bets on me, and they've also placed their bets on you.
"No, no!"
Hoffa panicked and denied it. "You are lying. You clearly blasphemed him and turned him into the God of Sweet Dreams."
"Is there a conclusion between nightmares and sweet dreams? There is no conclusion. "
In the darkness, Silby's voice laughed. "One person's sweet dream is another person's nightmare. The majority's sweet dream is the minority's nightmare, and the minority's sweet dream is the majority's nightmare.
Just like in the real world, 20% of the people control 80% of the wealth. That is 20 people's sweet dreams and 80 people's nightmares.
What did I do? I just reversed the situation a little. I let 80 people fall into sweet dreams and 20 people into nightmares.
Everything is relative. The God of Nightmares and the God of Sweet Dreams are essentially the God of Consciousness and the God of Dreams. It was a wisp of the origin of human consciousness that the Ancient Sorcerer found in the dreamland. "
With that, the illusory finger tapped the end of the wand, and the red word "seal" turned into a flame in the darkness and burned away.
The red seal was removed, and a huge creature floated out of the wand. It had countless arms, and its lower body was made up of waving tentacles like a jellyfish. Its head was wrapped in a cloud of black smoke, and it had no nose or mouth. Every strand of hair on its head was made up of tentacles that were hundreds of meters long.
It opened its eyes in front of Hoffa, and in those huge lake-like eyes, endless reincarnation and the void were projected.
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