"You want to know what the future holds?"

The god of nightmares pointed his finger at Hoffa's forehead, "This is the result of my deduction, agree or not, it's all like this." ”

Ripples of water rippled through his head.

Everything in front of me is gone.

Grindelwald, Lord Voldemort, Wormtail, Nicolamay, Labyrinth, Resurrection Pool, The World of Fire, and Harry Potter in front of you.

Hoffa entered a wonderful state, like lucid dreaming.

He became a third person, and his soul wandered away from the body.

His body was not dead, his eyes closed and opened, and another presence entered his body, and the familiar and unfamiliar body moved on its own.

Consciousness flows again.

"It's all over, Hoffa, don't become like me, you'll never be my opponent. ”

Grindelwald sighed, looking at his student in front of him, his expression looking joyful and sad.

"I have to admit that you are different from everyone else I have seen, and it is precisely because of your presence that my lonely life has been lit up and I have not seemed so bored. When we wake up next time, we may be able to be a harmonious pair of teachers and students. ”

"Why are you talking to him so much?"

Voldemort lay on the ground and laughed heartily: "It's useless, Bach, you're dead, hahahahahaha." This time, you will definitely lose, so resign yourself to your fate. ”

"Farewell. ”

Countless Grindelwald visions said.

They stretched out their hands in unison, and each of them grew into a tentacle that was so sharp that if he stabbed Hoffa, he would be pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows, and he would never be repaired.

"Run, fool!"

Aglaia's soul shouted from him.

"Let's go, let's go"

Nicola said hoarsely in the crook of his arm: "It is not for you, you must survive"

But when Hoffa raised his head, his whole person had changed.

He danced like a dancer, with a light step, dodging attacks from all directions, and countless Grindelwald phantom tentacles slashed past him, failing to touch a single inch of his body.

The meteorite summoned by Miller was fingered with one hand by him the second before it hit him, turning into countless flowers and bursting into the maze arena.

And Naniji, who bit him, turned into a toy balloon the moment he bit him, snapped and fell to the ground, bounced a few times, which was very funny.

The soul state of Hoffa watched all this in amazement, all of this could not be done by him, at least not like the god of nightmares, leisurely, unhurried, very elegant, even full of rhythm and rhythm.

In a way, it seems that he is the real owner of the body.

Then, with one eye and one hand, he shook lightly in front of Grindelwald and pointed lightly.

Stunned, Grindelwald's whole body swelled.

His body stretched and twisted like a balloon, and finally turned into a transparent and colorful dragon hundreds of meters long, with bubbles and no specific shape.

The one-armed Hoffa pressed the head of the Void Dragon, his expression calm, without the slightest joy or anger, he whispered, "That's it. ”

Aglaia laughed desperately, sad that she couldn't help herself.

"You were you fifty years ago, and you're still you fifty years later. In the hands of the God of Nightmares, the Void Dragon said: "But it's too late, you are no match for the Grim Reaper, my people have opened the door to Helheim, and soon, the cold wind of the Death Mysteries will blow through every corner of the earth, and no one will survive." ”

"You can't kill everybody, they'll multiply. The god of nightmares said without joy or sorrow.

"Then it's up to who's fast. ”

The Void Dragon sneered, "Is it the speed of the destruction of the world, or the speed of fate repair." ”

Then, with a bang.

Something collapsed.

Endless white light poured from the sky, it was the door of the underworld that was opened, the cold wind blew the earth, and tens of thousands of people in the audience were blown by the cold wind, and their bodies were like paper paste, shattered piece by piece.

As Hoffa watched all this, a sense of separation rose in his heart.

Six thousand reincarnations made it all so familiar, and without the help of the god of nightmares, he himself deduced the future outcome.

It turns out that all this has happened a long time ago.

Looking at the cold wind that devoured the earth, the "Hofa" that held down the Void Dragon also swelled, stretching and twisting infinitely.

Eventually, the Nightmare God reverted to its original form, it was huge, with countless arms, its lower body was a jellyfish-like flying tentacles, its head was wrapped in a cloud of black smoke, it had no nose or mouth, and every hair on its head was a tentacle hundreds of meters long, only its huge eyes like a lake, projecting endless reincarnation and void.

It starts dancing.

Such a huge body is still light, spinning, and jumping. With each spin, someone fell into a deep sleep, and with each step, Grindelwald's expression became more painful.

Eventually, he covered his head and roared.

The dance continues, and the god of nightmares waves his endless arms, growing countless or terrifying, or kind faces, it spins, jumps, and gets faster and faster, and its body gets smaller and smaller.

In the midst of Grindelwald's roar, more people silently got up, they spontaneously raised their wands, repaired the damaged grounds, re-erected the collapsed high platform, the flames were extinguished by the rain, and the corpses on the ground were silently carried on their backs.

As time passed, the Nightmare God's size became smaller and smaller, and it gradually turned into a black ring that resembled a black hole, and around the ring were circles of arms, those arms played lightly, manipulating consciousness and memory, ten thousand times more clever than the most clever puppet spell.

But Hoffa, who was watching all this, knew that it was taking itself back to the beginning of all cause and effect.

The ruined Quedal Stadium was restored to its original state, and the crowd was thrown into the Black Lake with the bodies on their backs. Then it spread out in all directions.

I saw that the god of nightmares grabbed the dragon of nothingness, and endless attraction came out of the black hole, completely sucking the twisted monster into the black hole.

Black holes are getting smaller and smaller.

The spin is getting faster and faster.

The monster was torn apart, revealing the creatures he devoured behind it, including not only Dumbledore, but also countless Hogwarts teachers.

They fell to the ground, and the last thing they saw was the god of nightmares disappearing into time and space.

Dumbledore got up and rushed towards the black hole, whose name seemed to be in his mouth.

Ready to attack, Miller fell to the ground like an out-of-control puppet, he awoke from the Imperius curse, looked at the black hole in mid-air in horror, let out a cry of pain, and ran towards him crying.

Are they calling themselves?

Hoffa didn't know, he couldn't hear any sound, he couldn't feel any emotions, he had lost control of his body, and at this moment, he was just a bystander.

Then, the black hole disappeared.

The god of nightmares took him and completely disappeared from this time and space, and all traces of his existence were gone. There is no Nicolame, no Grindelwald, not even the God of Nightmares itself.

Those who were covered in dreams all woke up, and those who lost their memories of what they had seen, as if it were all a nightmare, quickly disappeared from their minds.

Voldemort and Wormtail fled, and on the way, they killed Cedriri Digory, who was trapped in the stone lotus. Nothing really changed.

Darkness consumed Hoffa's horizon and his heart.

Another era has begun.

Another cycle begins.

Only the gods live forever, and the rules are immortal.

"Are you satisfied?"

In the darkness, a point of light appeared.

It was the eye of the little monster, and it swirled around Hoffa. It's like the moon revolving around the Earth.

"This is your future. ”

The subtle voice of the Nightmare God whispered in his ear.

Like in the dead of night, the gentle wife whispers in her husband's ear: "Look, there's nothing wrong with it, right?"

"yes, it's really tiring to fight against fate."

Hoffa said that he could no longer hear his own voice.

Six thousand times after this, what else is not acceptable? He thought to himself, he should have accepted the proposal of the Nightmare God a long time ago, and after tossing and turning, the final result was still the same.

"Come back with me, and give me your consciousness. Give me your heart and give me everything. Travel back fifty years with me. ”

A long, white arm grew out of the Nightmare God's eyes, reaching out like a lotus flower to Hoffa's face.

Hoffa wanted to accede to the Nightmare God's request, but a small voice lingered in his heart.

(Coward)

That's probably the voice left after six thousand cycles, Hoffa thought to himself, he'd done everything I could, but fate still couldn't be changed, so what could be done.

He looked at the arm that stayed in front of him, and his heart swayed.

"There was a moment when you got bored with everything. The god of nightmares whispered in his ear.

"That moment?"

"Yes, that momentary vulgar and noisy crowd, pretending to be elegant art, calculating survival, loneliness with no one to tell, wandering aimlessly"

He didn't answer the god of nightmares, and let the black envelop him, and gradually fell into the abyss of his subconscious.

"Leave everything to me"

The palm of the god of nightmares reached out to him in the sea of subconscious: "You will stay with the heroes of the past and the present, and you will never be alone again." ”

(Coward)

The moment his fingertips were about to touch, the voice from the bottom of his heart gradually became clear, and he bent his fingers slightly, avoiding the fingers of the nightmare god.

(Coward)

The faint voice pierced his heart like the tip of a needle, and he didn't know where it came from, as if he were speaking, as if Miller were talking, as if little Barty was talking.

"I'm not. ”

He defended himself.

"Do you think you can escape your fate without Helheim, you can't change anything, you can't resurrect anyone. The self you see in the arena is the future you. ”

The Nightmare God took on the form of Aglaia, "Promise me, you still have a chance, maybe next time." ”

"Next time. ”

"Yes, next time, I'll leave it to you fifty years from now. The god of nightmares said, "There is no end to the long river of time, fifty years are fleeting in the blink of an eye, and if we don't work this time, we still have a chance." ”

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, the Nightmare God was right, he did still have a chance, as long as he went back in time, he reached out again, wanting to touch the Nightmare God and merge with it.

(Coward)

The voice came from the bottom of his heart, and he was extremely troubled.

He even saw little Barty turning his head in front of the train, and saw his bewildered eyes before he died. I saw old Hoffa shove the silver revolver into his mouth - "There can only be one Hofa Bach in a plane." ”

No way

He withdrew his hand and covered his head tremblingly, "No, no, I can't change it"

"It's a failure, isn't it, Bach, this adventure fifty years later. ”

The god of nightmares said, "I know, you have a lot of respect for Nicolame, and I know that you care about little Barty too. But they're all dead, and only by going back in time can you save them again and change all that. ”

"I can't do it"

Hoffa whispered in pain: "If I can't do it, I can't remember anything, I'll forget." ”

"There's always a time, there's always a time. ”

The god of nightmares comforted him, and his voice was exactly the same as when Aglaia was alive.

Hoffa looked at the hands stretched out to him, the desire in his heart was put to the maximum in this second, that desire diluted all other desires, he slowly stretched out his hand, once, twice, three times, four times, five times, ten times, twenty times, thirty times, one hundred times, two hundred times, three hundred times, four hundred times, one thousand times, two thousand times, three thousand times, four thousand times, five thousand times, six thousand times

"Hoffa. ”

"Hoffa"

"Hoffa"

At this time, who is calling himself?

Turning his head, the other self was standing in the darkness in the distance and looking at him, who was that, was that the Void Dragon?

No.

That's yourself.

"Coward. ”

"Coward"

"Coward"

Six thousand reincarnations gave birth to a momentary sense of immediacy, and finally at this moment, the immediacy reached a peak, and under this extremely strong sense of immediacy, his brain uncontrollably appeared illusions.

His perspective came to the cowardly self and became an observer again, and he looked at his other self in the distance with his hand outstretched, just as Adam in Genesis wanted to touch God, to touch the god of nightmares.

He looked back and saw behind him the corpses piled up like a mountain, each with his face on it, each of them with a look of remorse and reluctance.

Even if he didn't count, Hoffa knew that it was himself six thousand times else.

"Coward!"

The sound is getting clearer and clearer.

"Coward!"

"I'm not. ”

He said again, gritting his teeth.

"I'm not!"

His consciousness returned to his body, and his hand opened the palm of the Nightmare God, "There will be no next time." ”

"There's no next time!"

"There's no next time!!"

"There's no next time!!"

He roared, with all his might, just like Sylby after the explosion of 100,000 tons of TNT, he crawled out of the gentle subconscious sea little by little, and with the last trace of will, opened his eyes.

The pain rolled towards him like a tidal wave, stimulating every nerve in him, it was the pain of being blind, it was the fatal moment of the world's fire.

Miller's summoned meteor streaks across the sky, threatening to blast the ancient magical castle to ashes.

Grindelwald's myriad visions still dragged red tentacles, about to stab him into minced flesh.

Voldemort's serpent still lunged at him, opening its mouth full of fangs of blood.

But at this moment, Hoffa was surprisingly sober.

Even though he knew he had only the last few seconds left to live.

"Are you crazy?"

The god of nightmares finally stopped calming, he controlled Harry Potter and grabbed his face violently, "You still have to refuse me at this time, you are killing yourself!?"

Covered in blood, Hoffa looked at Harry Potter with one eye, and at this moment, in the moment of shattering, his spirit reached its peak, like the sharpest cross sword.

"There was not a moment.

Makes me tired of everything?

I asked myself, and the answer was self-evident. ”

Hoffa said to the God of Nightmares, "Of course, that includes you. ”