After meeting with his former Potions teacher, Hoffa was given the information blockade he wanted, and even though the lockdown was only for a week, he was relieved.

As long as the information doesn't leak out in the first place, he still has time to crack Mance's plot, and he will have to catch that guy sooner or later in order to get Chloe back anyway.

Tom Riddle seemed to have something to discuss with Slughorn, but Hoffa didn't linger long, he got up to say goodbye to his former Potions instructor and walked out of the convalescent ward.

The time came to dawn, and the sky in the distance showed the whiteness of the fish's belly. At this time, a faint sleepiness welled up in my heart. It was a very subtle feeling, a mixture of disgust, exhaustion, and the effects of a loss of strength, that made him want to go back to Slughorn's gray room.

Anyway, Hoffa covered his eyes and looked at the sun in the distance, the dawn sun was like a screaming child, he hated, and the sun looked much harsher than usual.

Looking at it, he couldn't open his eyes.

Sleepy, he felt more and more wrong, his vision became blurry, his strength faded faster and faster, he sat on the ground panting, ripped off the clothes on his chest, and the original bright red three-ring scar on his chest became extremely dull and faded at this moment.

Even if he was stupid, he knew what was going on, he had some vampire traits after being reborn in the blood pool, and he would become infinitely energetic at night, but he couldn't see the sun, everything was reversed.

"Damn!" he scolded. "It's so good at night, there's a fart!?"

With Slughorn's help, that little excitement vanished suddenly. Originally, he thought that he had obtained the power of the gods because of a blessing in disguise, but now he looks at this power is also extremely incomplete.

If the strength of the night must be accompanied by the weakness of the day, then he would rather choose the balance of the past.

The sun gradually rose, and the sense of sleepiness became stronger and stronger, and when the sun was three poles, he was yawning even the sky, and he could not lift his sleepy head.

A house-elf accidentally bumped into him, scattering the box on top of its head. It apologized again and again, and Hoffa helped it up, yawning and saying, "Hey...... You...... Can you ...... Can you prepare a room for me...... I think...... I want to sleep for a while......."

The elf immediately stood straight, "Of course, sir." ”

Then, a group of house-elves came out, they lined up with boxes, put the boxes on the ground like building blocks, and soon a small room was stacked on the ground, and there was a bed made of wooden boxes in the room, and those house-elves even intimately spread a soft quilt on the bed.

The newly built room smelled of sawdust, but Hoffa couldn't bother it, and when he collapsed on the covers, his eyes couldn't be opened.

At this time, he hated Mance so much that he turned himself into this inhuman and ghostly appearance, and before falling asleep, he muttered unwillingly: "You wait, I must kill you......"

......

......

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing at King's Cross station in London, as he had been eleven, and it was raining heavily. He was pushing a small cart with some luggage, and the pedestrians around him were very blurry.

He didn't think about how he got here, and he couldn't remember. All he remembered was the first of September, the first day of school, and he had to cross the Nine and a Quarter station to go to Hogwarts.

So he pushed the cart forward, and when he was about to hit the wall, the car scattered all over the place, and he fell. When I got up, I found myself bumping into a girl.

This scene felt a little familiar to him, so he hurried to help the girl, and after helping the girl up, he found that she actually had Chloe's face and burgundy hair.

"You..... You okay. He stammered, feeling that something was wrong.

"It's fine. ”

The little girl replied as thin as a mosquito, and she nervously stood in place with her legs inside.

Hoffa bent down to help her pack her things, and she quickly crouched down to help him clean up, and when they were done, they walked through the stone walls of the nine-and-three-quarter station and boarded the train to Hogwarts.

A month later, he was on the castle playground at Hogwarts, riding a rickety broomstick, watching others skillfully fly around in the sky, full of envy.

Time passed, years later.

Also on the broomstick, he waved the wooden stick in high spirits, and a ghost flying ball approached at a very fast speed, and he pumped it hard.

With a crisp slap, the Quaffle spirals in a mesmerizing arc and lands into a circular frame in the distance.

"250 to 90! That's a game score that can't be rewritten even if you catch the Golden Snitch!" Ravenclaw legend Hofabach has once again put his team within striking distance of the championship.......

The narrator shouted fiercely on the stage, his demeanor was extremely fanatical, Hoffa flew in the sky, looking around happily and proudly, and in the crowd, he saw a red-haired girl in the stands covering her mouth and looking at herself with tears in her eyes.

Time flies.

This time, he was lying in front of the fireplace in the warm living room, bottle in one hand, his left leg stretched straight and that leg wrapped in a thick bandage.

"I think it's time to live realistically. ”

The red-haired young woman knelt on the other side of the coffee table, changed the medicine for his injured leg, and said with some anxiety: "You can't play Quidditch like this all day, something will happen one day......"

"What can I do," said Hoffa, taking a sip of his wine, and said melancholy, "I don't want to work for those guys at Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic." ”

"That can't be helped," the young woman shook his hand, "or I'll tell my family, they have a potion shop in Diagon Alley......"

"Enough!"

Hoffa slammed the table, "Can you please stop telling me about what I have, don't you think I feel like someone who depends on your parents?"

Time flies.

A few years later, he was sitting at the front desk of the potion shop, wiping the crucible on the counter. A little boy stood in front of him: "Dad, this year's crucible, I want the brass one." ”

"Why, everyone else uses tin. ”

"Whoever told you that everybody else uses tin, and the Slytherin guys have a copper one each. ”

"Then you make money to buy it. ”

Annoyed, he threw away the rag in his hand.

The child burst into tears.

Time flies again.

More than ten years later, he was sitting on the bed of St. Mungo's Hospital, and a doctor in a white coat looked at a long list: "In the middle stage of dragon pox, fortunately, it was found in time, otherwise the person would be gone, do you want to be treated?"

"The cost of treatment is ....."

"A thousand gold gallons. After a pause, the doctor added, "Every week." ”

Hoffa looked at the middle-aged red-haired woman outside the door uneasily, and the tall young man standing beside her, feeling extremely depressed for a while.

Time flies again.

He sits in a wheelchair with a paper crown on his head and a few ribbons on his shoulders. In front stood a row of laughing men and women, some wearing pointed red hats, some holding spray guns, and some cutting cakes on the table.

A middle-aged man in the crowd held a child in his arms and raised his glass, "Happy seventieth birthday, the greatest father in the world." ”

"Happy Birthday~"

Everyone in front of them raised their glasses.

This scene reminded Hoffa, who was in a wheelchair, of a dream that many years ago he had a dream in which many vampires toasted his father's birthday or something...... The vague memories made him a little irritable, and he felt that the older he gets, the less useful his brain becomes.

"I have to go out and get some air," he said.

The middle-aged man in the crowd immediately put down the child to push his wheelchair, but he flatly refused.

A few minutes later, he rolled on the side of the road in his wheelchair, looking at the young children who passed by him on bicycles and laughing, and he always felt that something was missing in his life. I've lived a whole life in a mess, and it seems that what I get is not what I want.

Drip!!

A piercing whistle came from behind him.

He turned his head to see the blinding lights flashing at a breakneck speed. It was a young biker on a motorcycle, and he didn't have time to stop the car when he was turning.

"I ......"

Bang!

An angry curse stuck in his throat, and he was directly hit by a motorcycle when he couldn't dodge.

With a click of his spine, the two wheels of the wheelchair flew into the sky, and Hoffa's head and buttocks made a close contact, and it was instantly pitch black in front of him.

......

......

"Fake!!"

He awoke from his slumber suddenly, and in front of him was a dark room, and a dim oil lamp, and the strange smell of new wood was still present in the house elf's house-elf.

But Hoffa felt as if a century had passed, and the pain of loss and the feeling of being separated from each other was so strong that he could barely tell the difference between dream and reality. Knowing what was happening, he jumped out of bed, took the glass ball from his waist violently, and stared at the monster inside.

"What did you do?"

The monster in the glass ball has woken up at this moment, it is constantly circling and flashing in the ball, looking very happy, "I said, you will spend the rest of the night in either sucking blood or spending it in nightmares, and you have chosen nightmares. ”

"It's daytime!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth and held the glass ball. In just one day's sleep, he actually lived a new life, and it was quite a suffocating and aggrieved life, and he was hit by a motorcycle in the end, which is really funny.

"For you it is night, you are blessed by the god of the night, but at the same time you are cursed by the day, and day and night have been turned upside down for you. ”

Hoffa looked outside, it was already dark at the moment, but in his eyes, the black night was as clear as the day.

"I'm not going to have a nightmare every day, am I!?"

"As long as you sleep. The little monster replied immediately.

Hoffa bent down to pick up a piece of wood from the ground, pointed to the glass ball, and his hands were shaking, "Why?"

"Every time someone gets a mood swing in a nightmare, my strength grows by a point. ”

"And say I'm not your believer!?"

Hoffa was about to smash, but the little monster didn't mean to be scared at all, "I saved you, if it weren't for hiding in my nightmare world, with your level of strength, sooner or later you would be burned to ashes by the sun." It spun around in a glass ball, "Are you going to shatter me just because you had a dream?"

"But you are not allowed to peek into my heart!" he said angrily.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. IMHO, it's a rather boring nightmare. ”

"You ......"

Hoffa wanted to slap it to death with a stick, but he felt that it was impossible to shoot a god to death with a stick, and he felt that what the other party said was very reasonable, it was indeed a very boring nightmare, but it was also so boring that it was even more terrifying.

"Damn....." he threw off the plank and threw the glass ball on the bed.

On the box next to the bed, there was a glass of ice water from the house-elf, and he drank it up, and slowly, he calmed down from the nightmarish palpitations.

After calming down, he ripped off the clothes on his chest, pointed to the hideous scar and said, "Can't I recover anymore, I can only go out day and night like a vampire in the future?"

"Nothing can't be changed, you're still young and there's still a long way to go. The little monster said.

Hoffa felt a little better, and he buttoned up his clothes:

"The god of the night saved me, but it was you who benefited, and even if I came to see you, you were too a scoundrel. ”

"I can answer your questions if you have one. ”

The little monster said calmly: "Believe me, I have seen the hearts of hundreds of millions of people, know the endless mysteries, and it is very worthwhile to exchange the price of nightmares for my company." ”

"The last time I asked you how you beat Mance, you didn't answer. Now I have to say something big. ”

That's because you already know the answer. The little monster said.

"I know, how do I know!" Hoffa was puzzled: "To know the answer, I would have been pierced in the heart by him....."

Suddenly, he stopped talking. Lost in thought.

He remembered that the last time in a nightmare, the man named Aldo had reminded him that Mance was terrible, but he didn't pay enough attention to his words, resulting in a terrible price, and even almost lost his life.

However, before he died, Aldo told himself that if he was not his opponent, he could try black mistletoe.

"Black mistletoe parasitism .... What is it?"