"Later, I heard that after Slytherin returned to Hogwarts, his temperament became perverse and paranoid. When he accepted students, he only accepted pure-blood students and was prejudiced against Muggle-born people. For this reason, he often talked with other founders

A conflict occurs.

In his later years, he left the Hogwarts Orb and his own secret room in Hogwarts, and finally chose to live in seclusion. Not long after, he died in depression."

Silby's tone in the wheelchair was calm and emotionless, but it contained a strange vicissitude.

"Sometimes I think that Slytherin cursed me, causing me to live in pain forever. But how happy is he himself? Throughout history, how many people live truly happy lives? Even if there is no curse

, will I live happily again?”

He shook his head, "Speaking of which, I would also like to thank you, Hoffa. That battle five years ago made me understand destiny better.

This body is like a mask, and sometimes I am confused by it. The curse allowed me to see myself clearly, and it made me understand that only when I have nothing can I break away from the shackles of the body. Behind the mask, I can see the eternal

soul."

After he finished speaking, there was no sound for a long time on the 10,000-meter-high platform. Hoffa was immersed in the turmoil of his emotions. He had always thought that Silby's ambition was to deprive all wizards of their power, but he did not expect that he

He wants everyone to become wizards.

"You want... all the Muggles in the world to become wizards?" he asked in disbelief.

"That's right,"

Silby nodded calmly: "Not only does magic come from the same source, but all magic technology will be open and transparent, allowing everyone to stand on the same starting line. There will be no congenital defects, no squibs, and no Muggles. Return the right to choose.

World, this is what I want."

"That's impossible."

Hoffa categorically denied it. He shook his head and said, "It's impossible. No one can do it."

Silby looked at Hoffa sincerely, "Every time, it is impossible for me to do it alone, but if you and I join forces, we have a great chance."

"Fart!" Hoffa couldn't help but cursed, "You want to turn them all into wizards. Have you asked them if they agree?"

Silby shook his head: "You didn't ask, but Hoffa, don't lie to yourself. Is there anyone in this world who doesn't want to be a wizard? Everyone wants to."

Hoffa was speechless for a moment and couldn't argue. This proposition is like whether anyone in the world wants to become rich. The answer can only be yes.

Silby: "I don't know if you have noticed that, 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,

I want to become a wizard, but there is no hope.

They can only hate wizards and torture wizards. In the final analysis, they are pitiful. No matter how open-minded they are, they cannot be exempted. This is the lowest flaw in this world."

Hoffa: "..."

Silby looked at Hoffa and said tremblingly: "When I was a genius wizard, I saw this, but I didn't really experience it. But only after I was cursed, my body was as good as a mortal, or even worse than a mortal.

Only when I became weaker could I truly understand the pain of having no choice.

This pain made me see clearly the flaws of this world, and also made me understand my own value. If you ask me why I don't lift the curse, my answer is that it is not necessary."

"You're so...so crazy..."

Hoffa murmured, knowing that Sylby was telling the truth, no matter what he saw in his dream, whether it was the past or the future. Most ordinary people have hatred and jealousy for things they do not understand and do not own.

Just like Aunt Peggy to Harry, or the proletarian to the capitalist.

But he still couldn't imagine what kind of world it would be. The whole population was witches, which was like putting a gun in everyone's hand. They hadn't been given instructions yet.

Even the most left-wing populists are insignificant in front of Silby at this moment. It is no wonder that the four founders have to stop him even if they break their faces and risk their lives.

Silby pushed the wheelchair and came to Hoffa: "As long as you help me, it is possible for me to achieve this goal. Although dreams cannot transmit matter, they can transmit information and energy. This glory, the supreme glory,

It should be exclusive to you and me..."

"Stop joking!!"

Hoffa shouted loudly, interrupting Silby: "I admit that you were right when I was in second grade. I did not understand anything at that time, but now it seems that you are more naive than me. Everyone in the world has changed

As wizards, do you think they have no greed? Do you think the law of the jungle is a joke? Do you think those Muggles who have never been exposed to magic can restrain themselves when they get this power?"

"Then let nature choose!"

Silby roared back: "The strong will get stronger and the weak will be eliminated. This is how the way of heaven should be. This is what you said! Even if only the last man and woman are killed, the world can reproduce again. The world at that time will be

Only a wizarding world!"

"Can't you see the risk?"

Hoffa angrily kicked away Sylby's wheelchair, picked him up and smashed him on the ground, "You only saw one result of survival! One kind of gain. In your chaos, there are countless ways of destruction.

The result, have you seen it!?

Goblins, centaurs, murlocs, giants, werewolves, vampires! Which of them doesn't eye the dominance of wizards and humans? If you follow your approach, the biggest result will be that everyone will be killed the moment they become wizards, and then they will be bloody.

Other creatures take advantage of it, and the fisherman profits."

Silby rolled three times after being thrown to the ground. He was unconscious and twisted in a weird posture, and fell to the ground with his butt raised. He was in a miserable state, but he smiled and said: "Ha~ I have to say

, you have grown up too much. Hoffa, you are no longer the blindly optimistic guy you once were, you have a profound understanding of human nature."

The smile disappeared immediately, and Silby said indifferently: "However, any change is accompanied by severe labor pains. Only in this way will the times progress and mankind will develop. Bloodless changes are just perfunctory stories for ourselves and fools.

.

If they have a little ambition, one thousand years will be enough time for wizards and Muggles to merge together, but what will be the result? One thousand years have passed, and the world I see is no different from what it was a thousand years ago."

Hoffa gritted his teeth and said: "There is indeed no difference, but even if you do it, there will be no difference. After I have been there for fifty years, I know that history will always repeat itself."

"That's the difference between you and me, Hoffa."

Silby tilted her head and saw him: "I think history is rhyming, and the rhythm is the singing of the soul, the beauty of existence."

Hoffa tightened his fingers and said, "I have absolutely no chance of helping you. Either die happily, or suffer torture before releasing the dream. It's your choice."

"Hmm hahahahaha..."

Silby lay on the ground and laughed suppressedly: "Hahahaha, that's interesting. Things are really turning around, and you actually have a day to choose for me."

Silby used his only movable arm to climb to the position of Hoffa's wand, and said perversely: "But I, the half-human king, never disdain the choices given by others."

When Hoffa saw his former wand, his heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition suddenly arose. He immediately snapped his fingers, "Three Thousand Stasis!"

The passage of time slowed down thousands of times.

The strong wind stopped blowing, and the thin air stopped flowing. Silby stopped, his fingertips resting on the handle of the wand.

However, one thing fluctuated without interference from time. The moment he held the wand, a black hole appeared behind Silby, and a tentacle appeared in the black hole, dragging him straight into the black hole.

Seeing the black hole, Hoffa was shocked. He suddenly remembered that the God of Nightmares used this power when he took him out of the dream world.

He followed Sylby's tentacles without hesitation and jumped into the black hole.

After stepping into the black hole, the world in front of us suddenly disappeared.

Everything was replaced by darkness.

He ran two steps to the left, but didn't touch anything. He ran a few steps to the right, but still didn't touch anything. Silby didn't know where he went.

He tried to stop time, or to reverse the flow of time, but in the unchanging black, it seemed that time had also disappeared, without any change at all.

"Damn it!"

Hoffa strode into a run, but the darkness had no end and no reference. He ran for a long time and saw nothing.

"What are you going to do?" he shouted in the darkness.

"I have to think of some way to deal with you... Hehehehehe..."

A chilling, cold laughter echoed in the darkness.

"Give me my wand back!" Hoffa said, and tried hard to feel the existence of the wand. In the past, when the wand was in his hand, he could always feel a certain sense of blood connection.

It was okay not to feel it, but as soon as he noticed it, he felt that his soul was falling into the boundless 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, which was his wand.

Hoffa reached for his wand, but his palm passed through the wand, as if what he touched was just some kind of fantasy bubble.

"Oh~ it's more than just a magic wand." Silby said with a smile: "Valuable things will always flow to those who can really use them well, just like this!"

A hand stretched out from the darkness, gently grasped the wand, and tapped lightly on the red word "SEAL" on the end of the wand. Suddenly, a white light appeared in the darkness, and everything separated up and down, like an ink painting.

In the ink painting, Hoffa saw an old man crawling on the top of a mountain, surrounded by countless dancing tentacles and all kinds of unspeakable monsters. On every step he climbed, pairs of sharp claws stretched out, trying to

He dragged him to the spot, but the old man never stopped. At the end of the mountain, there was a dazzling white light. Even the most dazzling gems were eclipsed in front of it.

Silby's voice sounded next to Hoffa: "Tens of thousands of years ago, in the East, a top wizard firmly believed that he could find himself by contacting dreams. In his dreams, he found a source of consciousness. In

Subconsciously, he saw the supreme divinity and his dirty instincts."

Hoffa turned around, trying to find Silby, but found no trace of him. The thick ink paintings around him changed again.

I saw that the old man in the ink painting had gone 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 came into his hand, all the indescribable terror and distortion around him disappeared, and the old man emerged from under a tree.

Woke up and broke a branch.

Silby continued: "After he found himself and left the dream, he couldn't bear to destroy the source of consciousness, but he was worried that it would harm the world, so he sealed him in a branch. That
To be continued...