156 Chapter 23, Confinement Time

Hoffa was taken aback when he saw the dementor shaking his head. He just asked a question tentatively, but he didn't expect that the other party could really understand. He tried to reach out and lift the cloak off the dementor.

But the dementor avoided its finger, and tapped its shawl head with a pale, rotting finger.

Hoffa miraculously understood what he meant, he retracted his fingers, closed his eyes, and opened the mental force field.

Suddenly, the dementor disappeared. The tangible room disappeared, and so did the invisible darkness.

The world before Hoffa's eyes had completely changed.

There is no scenery, no vivid life, no redundant colors, only white lines trembling against the black background. They are densely packed without any rules at all, like a clumsy caricature of lines.

And in the place of the dementor, sat a small figure made of messy lines, shaking, holding its knees in the corner. No facial features, no movement, just hugging the knees.

Looking at the little figure made of lines, Hoffa inexplicably felt sympathy, and inexplicably felt a kind of bottomless loneliness. That loneliness is like a black hole, with a strong, gravity-like force that irreversibly absorbs the hope of the surrounding world.

Hoffa stood up, stretched out his hand, and the palm miraculously flowed out colorful colors, which became longer and longer. He tried to touch the little man made of messy hemp with his hand.

But before touching it, the villain raised his head, there was no sound, but a dialog box appeared on his head, and the dialog box displayed: "Enough, nothingness will eventually swallow everything."

Hoffa was struck by lightning, and a great sense of identity engulfed him.

He knew why the guy let himself be near it.

Could it be that it regards itself as the same kind?

Immediately, all the pictures disappeared, and Hoffa withdrew from the mental force field and returned to the real world.

There are no jittery villains, no clumsy and pale world of lines. Only a rotten, cold body covered in black robes remained. Floating in the sky, hopeless. Can no longer perceive anything.

Horrified by the dementors as his own kind, Hoffa looked at his hands, then at the dementor in front of him.

He tried to remember the pain, like Harry's loss of his parents. Try to use some pain to separate yourself from this monster.

But no matter how he recalled, he couldn't perceive any painful emotions. His life seemed like a blank sheet of paper.

He can't capture his own pain, nor can he capture his own happiness, just like duckweed in a huge ocean, unable to find a foundation to stand on. I can't even find the meaning and purpose of my own existence.

This ubiquitous reality made him start to panic.

This accompanying paleness made him unacceptable.

He couldn't wait to escape from prison, return to his friends, and return to Hogwarts.

He rushed to the door of the confinement room, tried to enter the activation state, and pulled open the iron door of the confinement room with all his strength, but he couldn't lift any magic power.

He banged on the door hard, trying to make a sound.

But the fist landed on the wall without making any sound.

After struggling frantically for more than twenty minutes, Hoffa finally understood that what he was fighting against was not a confinement room. Rather, it is a giant rule machine that is ubiquitous in this world.

Ministry of Magic, Azkaban, St. Mungo's Hospital, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Gringotts. The thing made up of these things is called society.

And in front of this behemoth, he was as small as an ant. The so-called subjugation of the world is nothing but the delusion of fools.

Seeing this clearly, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Too real"

He hugged his head and sat down slowly against the wall.

In the dark confinement room, Hoffa began his long alone time. He counted the time second by second in his mind.

tick.

tick.

tick.

tick.

tick.

At this time, time is like a long river, flowing bit by bit. He had never felt that time passed so slowly, so meaninglessly.

There was nothing he could do, as if some kind of magic had been applied to this dark room, so that Hoffa would neither feel hungry nor defecate, nor could he generate and store magic power.

As if falling into endless nothingness, he fell into a state of complete inactivity. He could only sit cross-legged in the dark every day, meditating crazily.

After he finished meditating, he re-entered meditation. After meditating, he re-entered meditation. The more he meditated, the more clear-headed he became, and the more clear-headed he was, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He was cut off from the whole world, accompanied by only a dementor. And after the dementor finished the only sentence, it fell into eternal silence.

The depressing loneliness tormented him madly, and he began to miss his friends, Miranda and Aglaia irrepressibly.

He reminisces over and over again what happened in the past, trying to extract some nutrients from these things for chewing now.

But he found that it was useless.

After three days, he stopped meditating.

He chose to sleep. He curled up into a ball and lay on the ground. He fell into a peaceful sleep without moving, hoping to forget time through deep sleep.

However, this terrible room seemed to cut off all means of escaping loneliness, and Hoffa couldn't sleep in it at all.

He lost sleep, lost food, lost excretion.

But he is still alive.

To live purely, but only to live.

A week later, he started groping the ground with his fingers, trying to engrave some patterns to pass the time. However, the ground was as hard as iron, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't leave any marks on it.

Two weeks later, he sang songs to entertain himself. Even tried teasing the dementor. But the dementor didn't respond at all, it didn't look at Hoffa, it didn't look at anything, it seemed like a dead thing, and it seemed that everything Hoffa suffered was just commonplace to him.

Half a month later, Hoffa's will began to shake, his biological clock began to be confused, he began to forget day and night, and could no longer distinguish.

An inexplicable madness invaded his thinking, and the unspeakable loneliness began to eat away at his rationality little by little.

A month later, Hoffa himself began to loathe rationality. He didn't understand why people should be rational, and he didn't understand why people would count time, days and nights. He doesn't understand why humans create such complicated rules, he doesn't understand why humans create such ferocious beasts.

At this time, he no longer thought of Miranda, nor Aglaia. He was only disgusted, and he hated other people's fate, and he was even more disgusted by his own.

Some faint hallucinations were born in his mind, and he began to see vague figures flickering in the darkness, the figures were erratic, sometimes sitting, sometimes standing, sometimes walking slowly around the room.

But when he wanted to take a closer look at the figure, he found that the shadow was himself, the one who was sitting was himself, the one who was standing was himself, and the one who was walking was also himself.

Realizing this, he sat back down in disappointment.

three months later.

Hoffa was beginning to loathe everything. He hates this damn system, hates this damn exploration speed, he hates everything in this world. money, sex, men and women, morality, order

After being locked up for an unknown number of days.

His perception became more and more acute. He could hear spiders weaving their webs in the distance in the silence of the night, and he could hear the sound of the water vapor on the ceiling of the prison taking an hour to condense into a drop of water. In the distance, the panting of prisoners can be heard as they jerk off wildly.

With that keenness came greater, longer-lasting torment.

His mind was working like crazy, trying to tell something useful from this useless information, but it was meaningless, he couldn't tell at all.

He began to fantasize uncontrollably about places he had never been to, things he had never done before, the existence of another self, and he began to talk to himself.

"why me?"

Hoffa asked the darkness, and he walked up and down in the darkness.

"Why am I the one who bears all this?"

"Maybe it's what you want?"

The other self sat across from him, calmly analyzing for him.

"Shut up!"

Hoffa turned his head sharply and shouted ferociously.

"Yes, what do you want?"

what i want.?

what i want.?

What do you want?

Hoffa said frantically: "I want to become great, I want to become the most remarkable and unique existence in this world."

"Then this uniqueness is loneliness."

The other self whispered, "Sooner or later you'll abandon your school, your friends, your beliefs, everything."

"It doesn't matter, I don't care at all"

Hoffa was shocked. He held his head and shook it vigorously.

"Impossible impossible. Don't talk."

He shook his head frantically, trying to get his voice out of his head: "I'm not going to ditch school, I'm not going to ditch my friends."

"You will, you will, because you are destined to be a legend."

"Shut up!!"

Hoffa roared.

He woke up with a jerk.

There was no one in front of him, and everything just now was just an illusion produced by his extreme loneliness.

He began to bury his face in his hands, trying to stop himself from thinking wildly, trying to stop the crazy operation of his brain.

But there is no way. In order to seek a sense of existence and to reject the loneliness and imprisonment that he is facing now, his brain is running like a wild horse, and his rationality has nothing to do with it.

The subconscious mind was wrapped in chaos and madness, and brought Hoffa into an inexplicable mirage of illusion.

In this illusion, he seemed to see countless colorful faces floating in the void, and those countless faces were all himself.

young,

youth,

middle age,

Elderly,

checkmate,

They are all selves in different eras.

Past, present, and future.

"We are unprecedented, we are beyond time."

They said together, looking at Hoffa with a smile, as if to let Hoffa join them and become one of them. Hoffa even saw a space between them, which seemed to be reserved for himself.

It walked forward unconsciously, the moment he returned to the crowd. It's like he's been completely torn apart.

He was in pain and howled, but his mental force field had left his body, and he became a bystander examining his own pain.

Everything seemed extremely absurd and crazy.