Professor Dumbledore!?

Under the double dream, Hoffa was stunned.

He would never have imagined that he would meet Professor Dumbledore in the subconscious dreams of the group. Since returning fifty years later, he has not seen any acquaintances or teachers, he has only gone alone with the god of nightmares. Because after his strength is strong to a certain extent, it may only be a burden for others to come to him, and he doesn't want others to drag him down.

He walked slowly to the four-poster bed, where the man was more luxurious than at any other time, his robe was pure white and gold-encrusted, and he wore a crown of rubies and pure gold.

He was weaker than ever, his lips were chapped and his complexion pale.

"Professor?"

He couldn't help but shout softly.

The white-haired old man opened his eyes weakly, his eyes were still the same blue as before, but his eyes were full of confusion.

Is Dumbledley?

Hoffa suddenly felt no, and although he looked the same, he couldn't find anything similar to Dumbledore in this man.

The confusion in his blue eyes flashed and soon turned to majesty and solemnity, and he slowly straightened up from the four-poster bed and asked Father Marsk, who was standing on the other side, "Who is he?"

The red-robed priest in the red robe slowly bent down: "Intelligence, an intelligence officer who has returned from the front. ”

Tipster...

The Pope, who looked like Dumbledore, said, "Tell me, there's some information. ”

"It's... Top Secret Intelligence..."Hoffa's gaze turned to the red-robed priest Marcke behind him.

Sensing his gaze, Father Marsk snorted disdainfully, bent back, closed the door and left the room.

"Tell me, what information do you have to report to me? ”

"Nope. Hoffa honestly said, "I lied to that guy out there."

"Oh?"

The man like Dumbledore was not angry, he leaned back on the cushion and said, "Then I want you to give me a reason to be satisfied." ”

The majesty was exactly the same as the real thing, and Hoffa had seen many top bigwigs, but they were all dwarfed by the man in front of him. It made him wonder, wasn't this Sylby's dream world, why was it so real?

"I don't know your name yet. Hoffa tilted his head and asked, "Who are you?"

"You don't even know me, so you dare to trick the priest into coming to see me?" the old man on the four-poster bed sneered: "It's really a bold fanatic." ”

Hoffa didn't want to talk nonsense with this guy anymore, he came here to find Sylby's traces, so he said neatly: "I'm looking for a man named Sylby, do you know him?"

Rumble!!

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit by an invisible force against the wall, although there was not much pain, but the momentum was amazing.

"How dare you!"

The old man roared in a voice like thunder, "In front of me, mention the man, the blasphemous, the unbeliever, the infidel!"

He jerked the quilt open and climbed out of bed in a fit of rage.

Yes, climbed down.

I saw that the guy with the same upper body as Dumbledore was as luxurious as the Pope, and the lower half of his body hidden in the quilt actually had a huge grimace and belly, as well as eight hairy spider legs.

Such a terrifying picture was a bit spicy for Hoffa's well-informed eyes, and he began to quickly analyze what the strange combination of dreams meant, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't come up with a reason.

"What is your body...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the Pope's scepter of the cross fell on his neck.

In the dream world, Hoffa does not have the power of the blood of time in reality, so he can only imagine a shield in front of him.

duang！！

The scepter slammed into the shield with a muffled thud.

But that didn't stop the Spider Pope from being angry, and he raised his scepter: "Go to hell and find him, most evil thing!"

The shadows on the walls grew larger, gradually enveloping Hoffa.

"Wait," Hofa wondered, "what are you excited about, I'm here to kill Sylby, you don't want to protect him, do you?"

Smack!

The scepter rested a finger's finger away from Hoffa's forehead.

I saw that the expression on the face of the guy dressed as the Pope changed from anger to sluggishness, from sluggishness to incomprehension. Then, he withdrew his cross scepter, walked around Hoffa twice, and said in amazement, "Wait a minute, why do you have such a pure soul in you!?"

Well.....?

Hoffa, who was attached to the wall, was stunned, and the shield in his hand disappeared.

Obviously, just now with a cold face, he looked like he was going to overturn himself, how could he praise people in the blink of an eye? But... He felt that his soul was not pure, he was also a normal man, and he would be troubled by instinct from time to time, and he had not done anything like murder and arson during World War II.

"Thank you, thank you!" Hoffa still laughed cooperatively: "Do you think so too, so do I, I think my soul is pure, 24K pure ......"

But he soon learned that the eight-legged pope in front of him was not boasting about himself.

He reached out and pointed to Hoffa's chest.

With a soft plop.

There was a little elf, white and shiny, and it came out of the place of his heart.

Despite being countless times smaller in size, Hoffa recognized her at a sight.

"Chloe!?"

Even in his dreams, Hoffa couldn't help but scream that he was born, he had no idea that he would meet Sister Chloe here. The last time they met was at Fatil's Department of Mystic Affairs at the Ministry of Magic.

"You... Why are you here?"

He groped around his body, trying to find the resurrection stone that Nicol Lemay had given him before he died, but he didn't, it existed in the real world, not in his current self.

"How did you become like this?" he thought of more than a hundred questions.

The elf flew in front of him and put his hand in his mouth.

"Shhh i.e. located a thousand years ago. Chloe flew up to Hoffa's ear to introduce him.

Hearing her say this, Hoffa had no choice but to immediately restrain his mind and focus on his current situation.

It's just that Gregory VII .....

One of the greatest popes, Hoffa, had so many grooves in his heart that he not only looked like Dumbledore, but even had eight legs. If something like Dumbledore can add fifty points to his greatness, then eight legs will have to be deducted at least five hundred points, which is too cheap.

But Chloe, who had become an elf, did not wait for the man in front of her, like Hoffa, flew up to Gregory VII, folded her hands, and said in a crisp voice: "He is my friend, a friend of the church." Please don't do anything too much to him. ”

The Spider Pope put away his scepter, sat back on his four-poster bed, frowned, and asked, "Where are you from?"

"From the long river of time. Chloe said.

How long has it been?

Hoffa felt that something was wrong, didn't he know that he came down from the upper dream, why did he come from the long river of time.

"I see, .....I see," the Pope said hoarsely, his face flushed with excitement, "that...... It must be God's will. ”

As he spoke, Gregory VII began to weep: "Sure enough, God has not forsaken mortals, and the glory of the Lord still shines on all beings." ”

The man with eight spider legs sat on the bed and sobbed in a low voice, praying to God, the image was as bizarre as it was weird, as grotesque as it was grotesque.

I don't know if it was Hoffa who had experienced too much or Chloe was by his side, and his heart was unusually calm.

Chloe flew back to Hoffa's ear, she grabbed Hoffa's ear and jumped on his shoulder and sat down, shaking her calves, and whispered: "Historically, Gregory VII was exiled to death because of the war, but it is not clear whether he died at the hands of a wizard or died of illness, the only thing that is clear is that he was cursed by a powerful wizard in his later years, and he became a monster himself, and he will never be able to get out of bed." ”

After a pause, the elf said, "I only heard it in the secret books of the church before, but I didn't expect it to be true. ”

Hoffa wanted to tell Chloe that this was a dream, and that she shouldn't take anything strange happening seriously. But he couldn't resist the joy of seeing her again, he just touched her hair with his fingers and didn't speak.

After a while, the Pope finally stopped whimpering.

He walked on eight legs to a bronze statue of the Virgin Mary in a dark room, and opened the belly of the bronze statue, which contained a small drawer. He took out an intricate combination lock from the drawer, handed the strange combination lock to Hoffa, and said, "Look at this. ”

"What is this?" said Hoffa, taking the rather heavy combination lock.

"The secret way to save the world. Pope Gregory said.

Oh?

Hoffa's heart moved.

The Pope continued: "This is a spell that can gather the power of all people, and if it can be used, its power can almost destroy the world. ”

Hoffa's hand trembled slightly.

He immediately looked around nervously.

If this is a dream, if this is Silby's dream, then he can't guarantee that Silby didn't deliberately arrange such a play, so that he can gain the Pope's trust, and then wait for himself to gain the Pope's trust, and then take away the magic in his hands.

At this moment, Hoffa's mind raced, and almost immediately he wanted to lock the code on the ground and smash it. So as to cut off the possibility of this kind of thing happening.

The elf Chloe felt his sudden rise in emotions and blood pressure, and hurriedly whispered in his ear: "Don't be so aggressive, so many winds and waves have come." Let's hear from the Pope first. ”

After a few heavy breaths, he forcibly suppressed the urge to smash the combination lock, Hoffa smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was about to be trapped by Sylbido and was about to be persecuted paranoia, but he had to admit that the man's brain was better than his own, more complicated than he thought, and much more long-term.

Gregory leaned back on the bed and let out a long sigh: "A long, long time ago, the wizard and we began a long tug-of-war that was evenly matched at the beginning, and for centuries, neither of us could destroy the other.

But five years ago, that terrible guy joined the battlefield, and we were defeated. Until now, we have retreated to Constantinople, a place of great palms, all thanks to his own strength.

And after my many investigations, I learned from the people around him that the reason why he was invincible and invincible was because he had this magical magic in his hands - so I thought that only someone who also mastered this magic could defeat that guy. ”

I see.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, his own speculation just now was completely wrong, Sylby had already mastered the magic. But it's not surprising, that guy is known as the Humanoid Forbidden Spell Library, and a long time ago, he had seen that guy's combat power in his prime, which could almost destroy the world.

If it's the strongest spell that guy has mastered, how strong will it be?

"Then why are you still stunned, open it. Hoffa handed the combination lock forward, and to be honest, he was curious about what kind of spell it was.

"I can't open it. The Pope shook his head helplessly: "It was locked from the day it was stolen." You need to know the password. ”

Hoffa took a closer look at the combination lock.

It was cylindrical in shape, made of silver, and each cipher wheel was inlaid with twenty-six small pieces of gold, and the gold was engraved with English letters the size of an ant, for a total of eight rollers.

Hoffa quickly understood what this meant, and it was an extremely complex combination lock. Twenty-six correct letters must be selected from eight wheels and the correct code must be spelled out before the lock can be unlocked and the most powerful spell Sylby has ever possessed.

But that's not easy to say, twenty-six letters, eight sequences.

If he randomly tests any word, then it is estimated that from the birth of the universe to the end of the universe, it is estimated that he will not be able to test the correct password.

Then, Hoffa also made a mistake in the previous circle, and saw that the copper head of the combination lock was still engraved with a row of rather mocking English small characters.

【You only have one chance】

You only get one chance.

Hoffa couldn't help but laugh, laughing at Sylby's sarcasm, and then he coldly put the combination lock down.

"So, you haven't tried it once?" asked the Pope.

"No, the combination lock is so delicate that I have to wait for the right person to use it. ”

After a pause, the Pope looked at him wistfully, "You are a hero from the long river of time, you must know the right outcome, right?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. Hoffa said honestly, showing Chloe the canter, "Do you know the code?"

Chloe shook her head: "Don't tease me, I haven't met that person, and I don't know anything about him." ”

Gregory VII lay on the bed as if all his strength had been drained: "Then no one can know...", he murmured, "Then no one can know... God, why do you torture mortals so much? ”

Looking at his pained look, Hoffa couldn't help but take a step forward, "But I know there must be someone who knows the answer." ”

"Who?" the Pope straightened up like a spring, "Who knows?"

"Sylby," said Hoffa, "since Sylby has set this code, he must know the answer, doesn't he?"