The Mingming Castle stands majestically in the mist, and thousands of years old trees lie around it, exuding the smell of moisture and decay. The forest is grey-green, composed of sturdy oak trees and old iron trees. Here, thick and thick black tree trunks are crowded and twisted with each other.

The branches weave together a dense and towering treetop overhead, while the deformed and twisted roots are wrestling with each other underground.

In the dream, it is impossible to tell time. There is white mist all over the river. Hoffa drives a small boat alone, roaming in the dense forest river, calling Chloe's name from time to time.

Ever since he left the upper level of dreamland by boat, he came to this strange yet familiar place.

Forbidden Forest Black Lake.

Hogwarts.

This place of deep silence and stifling shadows.

On the black lake, the boat slid with the wooden oars, and the night wind blew through his hair. Everything was so quiet and peaceful. It was finally his turn, he thought to himself.

The castle in the distance was out of reach. In the mist, he saw a dark green grassland on the shore of the lake, and Chloe's back was sitting on the edge of the grassland.

He parked the boat on the shore of the lake and stepped on it.

There was a faint sound of laughter coming from the woods behind him, "Are you hiding? I'm coming to find you." The voice was as cheerful and familiar as a silver bell. He turned his head and saw a strand of silver hair flashing behind the old oak tree.

His heart trembled, he immediately turned his head and clenched his fists.

calm.

After his mood barely calmed down, he strolled over to the nun and saw her sitting on the grass like a Japanese tea ceremony lady, looking at the castle on the other side of the lake in trance.

"Is that Hogwarts?" she asked without looking back.

"Yes." he replied.

"I was supposed to be in that school. My family would definitely send me there, and I would have received that magical letter. If I didn't have this weird ability." She said softly: "I really don't know what the legendary letter is.

The sorting hat will sort me into which house."

Hoffa sat next to her: "Aldo is dead."

"If I could be at Hogwarts, maybe I wouldn't encounter these messy things. I would study peacefully, pass the wizard registration exam, and finally find a job in Gringotts or the Ministry of Magic. Maybe I can work in

Open a coffee shop in Diagon Alley..."

"It's the same everywhere, it's not as good as you think."

"Are you sure it's not because of you? If it wasn't for being too indifferent, who would leave that school?" She said casually.

"Maybe, Chloe, I'm sorry." Hoffa tried to pull her back.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry about Mary's death. I could have done better, but I didn't. I failed to care about your feelings and ignored her life and death. This is a fact and I'm sorry."

Chloe was stunned for a while, then she slowly turned her head, as if she was meeting him for the first time.

Hoffa continued: "If you want to save her, I will help you after you get out of here."

Chloe shook her head and sighed: "Forget it, it's been a long time... Even if I wanted to save her, there was nothing I could do."

"In that case." Hoffa grabbed Chloe's palm, "Come back with me, this is not the real world, we still have very important things to do. Do you remember the orphans on the ship? You swore to take them there.

British."

Chloe said helplessly: "But how are we going to leave here and leave this never-ending nightmare."

"I found the source of the dream."

"But it's not an entity," Hoffa said.

"Who cares what it is? It's been a long, long time, Hoffa, and I even think that death may be the only way to escape this dream. Maybe, in the real world, Aldo has woken up long ago."

"No, it's impossible." Hoffa shook his head. "You would think that it is just this dream that makes you feel that death is the release, but that is definitely not the case. It uses various means to tease the inner shadows of the people in the nightmare, or to Let them kill each other, or let people destroy themselves, the purpose is to break the human spirit. I think if you choose death, its purpose will be achieved."

"What can we do?"

"I have a guess. The monster that creates dreams doesn't come early or late, but it just comes when your magic power is running rampant."

"How do I know? Is it a coincidence?"

"It's not a coincidence. How long has it been since we had food and water?"

"It's been a long, long time." Chloe murmured.

"time."

"time?"

"Time passes at a different speed. During this long period of time, I was not aware of any normal human physiological needs such as hunger, thirst, or the need to urinate."

"What do you want to express?"

"Either I am dead, or the time flow speed in reality is completely different from the time flow speed in dreams, and the time flow speed here is greatly reduced.

And the reason why it has this ability, I think, is because it absorbs the magic power related to time in you and then transforms it into the power of dreams."

"The possibility you mentioned is yes. When I activated my ability, I did feel that something was staring at me, but so what?"

"So it absorbs your magic."

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"Don't you understand, Chloe, your magic is gone, and so is my magic. Aldo, Anker, their magic is gone.

Maintaining this dream is not free of cost, but the wool comes from the sheep. The more I try to restore my magic power to fight this dream, the more my magic power will flow away unconsciously and become the source of nightmares to use to hurt me.

In the beginning, this nightmare was as big as the entire island, underground corridors, and the entire city. Because there were four of us at that time.

But as the number of us is getting smaller and smaller, the scale of this nightmare is getting smaller and smaller. I realized it when I was in Paris. The nightmare seems huge, but some places are simply inaccessible. It is just an illusion."

He pointed to the towering castle in the distance: "Even though the Hogwarts Castle in front is so spectacular, in fact we can't even get through it. It's just for us to see. The real distance in dreams is only as big as this piece of grass."

Chloe's eyes became brighter: "So the only way to stop this nightmare is to stop trying to restore magic power and cut off all channels for restoring magic power."

"That's right." Hoffa couldn't help but touched her head.

"The body of that creature must not be powerful. There is no way to physically destroy our body. We can only use this dark method, otherwise it will not be unnecessary."

But for people with wizard blood, the restoration of magic power is as natural as breathing. Without special medicine, can you cut off the magic power yourself?"

Hoffa: "I have a way, but during the process of cutting off the magic power, I think we should stay calm."

Chloe smiled: "Thank you, but I'm very calm. Hoffa Aldo told me, dust to dust, soil to dust, the past is over, Mary can't come back, the monastery

You can't come back either. It's just that this is your dream, and you are the one who thinks about how to keep calm."

As soon as she finished speaking, faint laughter and laughter came from the woods in the distance again.

"Hoffa, where are you? If I catch you, I will die." A girl said cheerfully.

"He might be hiding in a tree hole, like a sloth." Another girl analyzed calmly.

By the lake, Chloe turned her head and said curiously: "It's strange, our nightmares are either bugs, darkness, or tragedies, but your dreams are about hide-and-seek with a girl."

"The nightmare doesn't care what the content is, as long as it makes me suffer," Hoffa said calmly.

"Hide and seek is painful?"

"Of course not."

The sounds behind him were getting closer and closer, so he couldn't help but jump into the black lake with a splash.

"Hey, there's a person there."

"The dressing up is so weird."

In the water, the sound still reached Hoffa's ears clearly, which made him extremely distressed. He covered his ears, but the sound still penetrated accurately.

"Did you see a boy? Black hair, golden eyes."

Someone on the shore asked Chloe.

Chloe: "I saw it."

"Shh, where did he go?"

Chloe pointed to the castle in the distance, "He went back."

"Lie." A girl said calmly.

"Ha, it's true. That's too foul. Wait, why are you dressed like this? Are you not a student of our school?" Another girl asked arrogantly.

"I'm not."

"The truth." said the calm girl.

"Well... forget it, never mind. Miranda's feeling is correct. You told lies before. Tell me, where is Hoffa? Tell me and I will let you watch him pretend to be dead.

, it’s fun.”

Chloe was silent for a moment and shook her head.

"I certainly haven't seen anyone with black hair."

"Truth."

The calm girl was slightly shocked.
To be continued...