Heavy rain fell on the glass ball, covering it with water droplets. The god of nightmares was not human and had no expression. He just floated in the glass ball.

Hoffa told it the results of his speculation, but he couldn't see any emotional fluctuations in it.

It was only after a while that a message was sent through it with its thoughts.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"what to do..."

Hoffa was also a little confused for a moment.

Although he guessed Sylby's purpose through the spell.

But he doesn't know how to stop him, nor is he sure what his specific measures will be.

"All laws are unified. If he can drain away the magic power of all wizards, then why doesn't he do it immediately." The God of Nightmares said, "Obviously he cannot do this yet, some conditions are missing. My suggestion

Yes, you can find other wizards first. If you can find other wizards, maybe you will have other clues."

Makes sense.

Hoffa thought to himself that he was unwilling to find helpers before because he was afraid that others would drag him down, but now it seems that he must find other wizards. The wool comes from the sheep. If Silby wants to unify all laws, then he at least

You have to find a solution first.

After making up his mind, Hoffa stopped procrastinating. He grabbed the god of nightmares in the glass ball and apparated away. When he reappeared, he came to the Ministry of Magic in London.

This is the place where he last saw Sylby in the real world. A year ago, (or three hundred thousand years ago) Sylby used Fatir's plan here to destroy Chloe's

The physical body sent him to the prison of time, that is, fifty years later.

certainly.

He had been looking for this place before. Hoffa had been looking for it the day he came back from fifty years ago.

But Silby, or the physical body he used, Delphine, had long since disappeared. Hoffa also didn't believe that that guy would just stay there and wait for him to cause trouble for him.

However, there are many wizards who have fallen into dreams here.

Like Muggles, they wander aimlessly, lingering in the rain of reality.

Descending from the empty elevator and returning to the underground of the Ministry of Magic, Hoffa could see some wandering wizards, like zombies, holding documents and sleepwalking between offices. Although their spirits were trapped in a dream and could not extricate themselves,

But the body still maintains its previous habits of working and eating.

Hoffa knocked one of the wizards to the ground, pressed him on the table, and examined him.

However, nothing special was found on him. He was the same as the Muggles outside, wearing a cage and the clothes he wore before he fell asleep, but there was nothing more.

strangeness...

Hoffa thought to himself, if the magic power in each wizard's body is like a pool of water, then if all the pool water in the wizard's body is to be collected together, shouldn't a pipe be built?

Of course, he immediately thought of the God of Nightmares.

So he asked: "Little monster, can dreams convey magic power?"

"Transmitting magic?"

The God of Nightmares seemed a little confused.

"That is to say, if Silby wants to gather everyone's power, can he ask them to hand over their magic power through dreams?"

The little monster in the glass ball flew up and down several times, then shook its head: "No."

It explains: "Dreams are like a virtual network that spreads out in the conscious world of people. Everyone can transmit and exchange information, but it is only limited to information.

It’s hard to imagine that there could be something physical like magic flowing through the dream network.”

"Then how should magic power be transmitted?"

The God of Nightmares shook his head, "I don't know."

The God of Nightmares didn't know, but Hoffa slowly remembered an event from a long time ago. Many years ago, when he was still in the second grade, Silby brazenly detonated Hogwarts in order to lift the curse on him.

At that time, he stopped Silby with a shield spell. However, his shield spell alone was not strong enough, so at that time Dumbledore, Miranda, Aglaia, and everyone in Hogwarts

The students all lent their magic power to themselves.

In that way, does it count as gathering everyone’s strength?

All things come together...

Hoffa thought of the incantation and subconsciously said it: "so."

This mantra is as simple as exhaling.

Suddenly, he felt a weak force.

That power carries a hint of warmth, like the breath of a lover during a kiss.

Huh?

Hoffa was stunned.

There was no doubt that the spell worked. He could feel the thin gossamer heartbeat and the heartbeat owner's longing for him.

"so..."

Hoffa recited the incantation again.

There is no doubt that the vague warmth is getting stronger, and the owner of the breath seems to be aware of his own existence.

"so..."

He read it again.

This time, some kind of magical bridge stretched between the two, allowing him to detect the flow of the other person's magical power and the location of that person. It was not far from him, it could be said to be right below him.

Hoffa became excited. He strode to the elevator of the Ministry of Magic and pressed the switch.

The elevator opened and he repeated the mantra as he descended.

All the way down to the lowest level of the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries.

Here, the breathing that could be detected by the spell was getting stronger and stronger. He followed the flow spell and ran forward in large strides.

He ran until he reached a room with a stone arch. The room was dimly lit, rectangular in shape, with a sunken center, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room was surrounded by rows of stepped stone benches. He stood on

In the top row, those stone benches extend downward at a very steep angle. There is only a high stone platform in the center of the stone pit, and the arch stands just above the stone platform.

That breath is on the other side of the arch.

It became more and more intense, and even with breathing, a large amount of magic poured into Hoffa's body.

He climbed up the arch three times.

Through the ancient, vicissitudes of the arch, Hoffa laughed.

The girl on the other side of the arch covered her mouth in surprise.

She wore a simple blue wizard robe, with long high-top Martin boots underneath. She had slender thighs and chestnut hair draped over her shoulders. She had a thin face and pale skin. She wore round glasses, but they still couldn't hide her body.

of wisdom and femininity.

"Miranda!"

Hoffa stood on the stone platform and smiled and waved.

The girl rushed over.

She climbed through the stone arch.

Rushed to Hoffa's side.

I couldn't help but hug him.

Hoffa was knocked back two steps by the impact and was so moved that he almost shed tears.

He hugged Miranda tightly, patted Miranda on the back, and said with emotion: "Long time no see...Long time no see..."

The heart in the girl's soft chest was beating like a drum. She was panting excitedly, which was the joy of reunion after a long absence, as well as other complex and strong emotions.

After a long separation, maybe for Miranda, it was only a year since she saw Hoffa, but for Hoffa, God knows how long this year was.

The two hugged each other for a long time before Miranda reluctantly pushed him away, wiped her red eyes, and choked with sobs: "Where have you been? You didn't come back until now."

"I went to a place very far away," Hoffa said. "It's so far away that it's unimaginable."

"That's it." Miranda took off her round glasses, wiped them, and put them back on. (They were knocked crooked just now.) She didn't ask Hoffa where he went, but just looked at him with bright eyes: "

Then...are you here to help us?"

"certainly."

Hoffa nodded without hesitation. He stroked Miranda's long chestnut hair, thinking that the last time he saw her, she had short hair that reached her ears. This time, she had long hair that fell down to her back.

.

I couldn't help but sigh: "Your hair has grown longer."

Then he saw Miranda's thin face again, and thought that her figure was still standard before, so he added: "She is a lot taller, but she has also become thinner."

"It's been a hard time." Miranda sighed, then grinned and bumped him with her shoulder: "You too." She poked Hoffa's hair and said with a smile: "Your hair has turned black, and your eyes have become darker.
To be continued...