"Hey, all of you will go against me. I am not responsible for anything that happens." Gryffindor paused for a moment and put away his sword, folded his arms, turned his back to Hoffa angrily, and stopped talking.

Ravenclaw picked up the small crock again and walked to Hoffa: "Then you come with me, I will take you there to try. But I also warn you, in recent days, he has become more and more withdrawn and eccentric.

If something happens, don't blame me for not warning you."

Hoffa did not expect that things would go so smoothly, and that he would gain the trust of the four founders so quickly. He followed Ravenclaw through the lively camp, and finally came to a secluded corner, wearing a gray hat.

Don't slip in front of the lost tent.

Ravenclaw: "This is it."

Hoffa looked at the gray little tent and couldn't believe that this old guy was hiding in such an inconspicuous place. There were even a few piles of horse dung from war horses around.

Compared to the tent where the four founders stayed, Silby, as king and commander-in-chief of the army, lived in an unusually simple and inconspicuous place. If Ravenclaw hadn't reminded him, he would have almost thought that this tent was

It's a place where some low-ranking soldier goes to the toilet.

"How long did he keep himself locked up? Hoffa asked Ravenclaw."

"It has been more than thirty days. During these thirty days, he has eaten, drank, and urinated in the tent." Ravenclaw said melancholy, just like an old sister who was worried about her wayward brother.

"Has anything happened before?"

"Not much happened. If anything, he no longer had a smile on his face two years ago. Although our war was going smoothly, his mood became increasingly depressed, until a month ago

, he shut himself up completely."

After a pause, Ravenclaw sighed and handed the small earthen jar to Hoffa: "If you can cure him and restore his previous self-confidence, even if you let him come out and have a good talk with me, I will do it better than anyone else."

I will be even more grateful to you."

"Okay, let me do it."

Hoffa took the small earthen jar from Ravenclaw's hand and walked towards the tent.

Just approaching the tent.

He felt an almost astonishingly powerful spiritual force field. It was floating aimlessly above the clouds, and even the slightest perception of it was terrifying.

He had experienced this fear once in the second grade. That time, he and Tom Riddle worked together to curse him again, but did not kill him completely. But this time, in this weird place between dreams and reality

Place. What would happen if you saw Silby in his heyday?

Hoffa shook his head to clear his mind of distracting thoughts about the past. He continued to walk forward.

The pressure is getting bigger and bigger, and every step is almost like stepping on ten steps, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Hoffa's feet still kept moving.

"If you take one more step forward."

A feeble voice came from the tent: "I will kill you immediately."

Along with the feeble sound, a thin red thread floated up from the ground silently, stretched across the front of Hoffa's neck, and pulled it forward little by little. It jumped straight, as straight as a steel knife.

Same.

Hoffa had no doubt that if he said the wrong thing, what awaited him would be his head falling to the ground. He didn't know whether this was a dream or reality, and he didn't know what would happen if he died here, but he was not afraid and had no feet.

He didn't move and said honestly: "I'm the milkman."

"I said, I don't need it, get out of here right away."

The noises in the tent had no good intentions.

Chloe quietly opened the clothes on Hoffa's chest and looked at him worriedly through the gap. The sharp red rope dug deep into Hoffa's neck, cutting a gash in his neck and drawing blood.

Hoffa held the milk bottle and said calmly: "I heard that the more senior a person is, the less likely he is to lose his temper with people at the bottom. The more capable a person is, the more he will restrain his sharpness."

Lord Binsel, may I ask, is that so?"

The red rope stuck deep in his neck stopped moving.

After about three breaths, the red rope fell silently from the air, like an ordinary rope.

"Come in." The man in the tent said extremely tiredly.

Hoffa opened the curtain and entered the tent.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by what was in the tent at this moment.

It was dark inside the tent, with not much light, but through the light from outside, he saw that there were countless densely packed red strings inside the tent, and those strings divided the ground into small pieces one after another.

There is a row of identical earthen jars on the ground. Each earthen jar is placed in a small grid divided by ropes. They are neat and orderly.

Countless fine red lines were neatly drawn in the air, evenly dividing the space in the tent into small squares.

A scrawny young man sat cross-legged among the pile of jars, his eyes dim and covered with a layer of dirty white cloth.

This was the first time Hoffa had seen him after many years. He didn't know what Silby looked like in the real world, but in the dream, he didn't look like the boy he saw in second grade, except for the same appearance.

Apart from his hair, there is almost no similarity. When he was cursed and half-dead and in pain all the time, he was full of energy and playing life. Now, despite his healthy appearance, he is so depressed.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Hoffa asked Silby cautiously.

He felt strange why he saw Silby by mistake. He had a very miserable life. The first time he was a wealthy man who drove sports cars and yachts, but he was paralyzed. The second time he possessed a bald woman.

He was also half-dead. The third time he was the commander-in-chief of the armed forces, yet he locked himself up in a place like this.

"Shh!"

Sylby was startled and put her hands to her lips.

He listened intently outside for a long time before coming back to his senses: "Who are you and where do you come from?"

He stared at Hoffa eerily.

Hoffa thought that Sylby in the dream didn't recognize him, which was good news. Maybe in the real world, he never imagined that he would come back fifty years later.

He raised the small earthen jar in his hand and said, "I am a soldier here, bringing you dinner."

"No, you are lying." He said gloomily: "All my soldiers have seen it, but I have never seen you."

"How come, there are so many soldiers, you..."

"I remember every one of you. You are lying. Now, if you don't tell your purpose, you will turn into more than a thousand human body fragments." Silby lay on the ground, as if he was locked in a cage.

The beast inside. Although those eyes were decadent and dim, they penetrated directly into the soul. If Hoffa had to describe it, he felt that the person sitting in front of him was not a person at all, but a thin wolf.

He wasn't sure what would happen if he imagined an atomic bomb blowing up this guy directly. However, he suppressed his thoughts. After all, his mission was to return to the real world and solve Silby's unknown problem there.

plan.

So he stopped lying and said frankly: "I'm here to get to know you."

In the gloomy tent, Sylby's thin and decadent face glowed a little: "It's interesting...it's really interesting...my subordinates have always been obedient to me, but someone actually said that they want to get to know me today. You

What do you want to know?"

"I want to ask, what do you want most?"

"Hahahahaha~" He laughed hoarsely. After laughing, he stretched out his hand: "Milk."

Hoffa handed over the milk in his hand.

He took the milk and drank it. Then, after he finished drinking, he put the small earthen jar on his crotch in front of Hoffa, untied the dirty clothes on his body, and poured out the urine.

The liquid was drained into a small earthen jar.

Hoffa was shocked. He thought that Ravenclaw said that this guy would eat, drink, and have sex here. He couldn't help but hold his breath. He put his hand on Chloe's head and pressed her into his clothes to prevent

She saw this guy with an abnormal brain.

After urinating, Silby walked naked to Hoffa, carefully placed the small earthen jar in the standard grid, sighed and let out a contented groan.

There is an indescribable strange smell in the air. The current Silby does not seem to be the big devil in the future, but an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient with a bad spirit.

After urinating, he collapsed on the ground as if his body had been hollowed out, and said: "Defeat the church and give wizards a safe living environment. Okay, now that you understand it, you can disappear."

Hoffa ignored Silby's eviction order and asked instead: "Then why don't you attack? They are almost losing."

"It's not yet dawn." Silby said calmly: "A hasty attack may lead to the annihilation of the entire army. I believe the woman outside has explained my thoughts to you."

Even a child could hear the insincerity in Silby's words, let alone Hoffa. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar man and suddenly sympathized with him.

Somehow, after possessing the power of time and defeating Grindelwald, he could more or less feel the pain of Silby at this moment.

So he ignored the filth in the bottles and jars and Sylby's wary look, sat down in front of him, and whispered: "You must be lonely."

It was as if he had broken into the forbidden territory of a wild beast. At this second, Silby opened his lifeless eyes. He looked directly into Hoffa's eyes. The look in his thin face was like a sharp arrow, which could almost kill people.

Can be shot through the head.

After being shot through, it will be as sharp as two black holes burned into the head.

The extremely dangerous mental force field caused every red thread in the tent to come to Hoffa. As long as Silby gave an order, he would be cut into tens of thousands of tiny pieces by those red strings in an instant.

Silby: "Do you know what loneliness is!?"

Hoffa "Maybe I know a little bit."

"No, you don't understand."
To be continued...