366 Chapter 20, Memory Recovery

"Aglaia!"

"Aglaia!"

Hoffa yanked his head out of the giant's mouth, and with the inexplicable liquid, he choked and screamed.

Miranda in the distance Miranda closed her eyes, unable to bear to look directly.

Sylby watched with great interest the young man struggling in the hands of the giant.

He didn't know where the strength came from, maybe the God of Nightmare deliberately played a game of cat and mouse with him. Hoffa kicked the giant's face away, breaking free from the horrific embrace.

All the memories that disappeared at this moment were returned, but this was almost the most terrifying thing for him, he couldn't believe that he could do such a thing, and at this moment, his only thought was to forget everything. Forget everything that happened in the nightmare.

"kill me"

He stuck under the relief of the abandoned courtyard and said tremblingly.

The God of Nightmare was floating in the air, staring at him indifferently, and the two people on the high wall also looked at him with indifferent eyes. Every statue on the high wall of Hogwarts looked at him coldly, those gargoyles showing their icy fangs in the moonlight.

There was no room for him here, and the turbulent emotions in his chest almost tore Hoffa apart, like a bottle, every time he was lucky enough to put it together, a hand stretched out to smash it again. Again and again, as if it never ends.

He ran like crazy. Every piece of land in Hogwarts is so familiar, but how can he accept such a broken reality after living and studying in it for several years.

Hoffa rushed all the way down the stairs of the castle, stumbled all the way to the edge of the black lake, and shouted wildly.

"kill me!"

"kill me!!"

"kill me!!!"

The black lake responded to him with raging waves, indifferent.

The transparent giant floated in the air and followed him to the edge of the black lake.

It floated under the moon of the Black Lake, its body unfolded into a cross, and black hair grew from the back of its head, flying in the air. The moon is getting bigger and bigger, and the huge oppression makes the water of the Black Lake crazily surge along with the tide.

"Do you think you can escape the dream by casting the Forgetting Curse on yourself?"

The God of Nightmares said in the mouth of the giant.

Suddenly, Hoffa looked up.

The veins on his face were exposed, and he looked extremely hideous.

"You play me!!"

"Aha, sorry, Bach~"

The God of Nightmares smiled and said, "I only want to bring you back, but how to complete the task is your business."

"What do you want to do!? Why are you helping him!!"

Hoffa asked like crazy.

"I don't help anyone." The God of Nightmare said calmly: "The world is like a wishing pool. As long as there is a wish, I will help him fulfill it. No matter what the wish is, as long as its begging is pious enough! As for the result? What, I don't care, you know, I like uncertain answers."

"Am I not pious enough? Gods!!"

Hoffa growled and sneered: "Why don't you just kill me!"

"Have you forgotten your choice in the dream? It's not someone else, it's you."

The blood-red face said in a soft voice.

Hoffa felt ten thousand invisible sharp swords pass through his chest, he hesitated back, covered his head and shook his head frantically, his fingers were so hard that they were inserted into his scalp.

Everything that happened in the dream was so real that he couldn't look directly at it. He couldn't believe that it was a choice he could make, but that's how it happened.

"How much nostalgia do you have for this place?"

The God of Nightmare said in the mouth of the giant: "In the dream, I can feel your fatigue, I can feel your numbness, I can feel your longing for deep sleep. You are careless, wizard."

"kill me"

Hoffa said hoarsely, "Kill me!"

"I'll set you free, but before that, you still haven't returned one thing to me." The giant reached out to grab Hoffa again, and held him in the palm of his hand. "Since you can't control this power, let someone more capable use it."

"kill me"

Hoffa repeated in the giant's hand.

He couldn't accept everything that had happened in the dream, he was so eager to forget it, he was willing to pay any price for it.

"As you wish. All your wishes.

All,

meeting,

Reality,

now. "

Accompanied by a twist of the transparent giant's arm.

The bones broke, piercing his flesh, and countless blood flowed from his body surface. The giant opened its mouth under his body, and blood quickly flowed from his body into the giant's mouth. The human face was bathed in the blood, and it stretched out little by little, turning into a human shape.

Sylby sat in a wheelchair on the height of the castle, staring at the weird and horrifying sacrifice above the Black Lake without blinking.

Miranda covered her mouth, and then she grabbed Silby out of the wheelchair and asked sharply, "What are you going to do? You said you wouldn't kill him!"

"I didn't kill him, he won't die yet."

Miranda looked at Hoffa's miserable appearance, and couldn't believe that he was immortal.

Sylby said indifferently: "It's almost here, Miss Goshack. You have fulfilled our agreement, I promise, you can return to that world."

Miranda asked with a pale face, "Does this method have to be used?"

"There is no other way," said the skinny woman.

"This is too cruel."

Silby chuckled, and she said, "If you haven't kept a bird in a cage for more than ten years, how can you be sure that you can keep it in a cage this time? How can you be sure that it's not cruel?"

Miranda was speechless, she had to let go.

Bathed in Hoffa's blood, the giant's tongue gradually took the shape of a woman, and it sang about the boy who opened its arms as if to embrace the boy in mid-air.

The lost holy blood.

The beast wailed.

imprisoned consciousness.

Never be detached.

Accompanied by blood loss, Hoffa had lost consciousness, and between life and death, in the haze, the familiar white light filled his consciousness. He fell into the white light. Some buildings and scenes began to emerge in the white light. Those buildings are gorgeous and advanced, clean without any trace of dust. The ideal fits any man's ideal.

The memories he had just gained began to be lost again, and the severe pain was far away from him, and he forgot his troubles. He has a house, a job, a wife, and a happy family. He began to think about some strange questions. For example. How can I go on vacation with my son. For example. When to pick up my daughter from school.

While falling, it heard the familiar cry again. It's only been a few days since I heard the birdsong last time, but it doesn't sound like it's depressed anymore, it sounds like it's shaking its wings in the dusk.

"Are you coming back?"

"meeting."

A black spot appeared in the phantom, and the black spot devoured the white light at a speed visible to the naked eye. Career, children, wife, house, etc., were quickly swallowed up by black dots, replaced by high-pitched and loud calls.

Hoffa was startled, the memory came back to his mind, and the severe pain of reality came again, and the severe pain was more real than any moment. At this moment, he is not empty, he still has the power of the Thunderbird, and he still has an extremely important task to complete, and he has to go back fifty years later to complete the agreement with Aglaia.

However, now that he is being restrained by the gods, how can he be freed?

In the soak of blood, the pendant on his chest suddenly shook slightly.

Then, everything came to a standstill. The woman in the wheelchair, Miranda covering her face, the blood falling from mid-air, the woman with her arms outstretched, the giant's flying hair, and even the choppy water on the Black Lake stopped rolling.

This moment stretches infinitely.

"Hoffa, it's now."

Suddenly, a female voice whispered in his ear.

Birdsong rang through Hoffa's heart.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the wound on his body healed quickly.

The sharp blade flashed.

All five of the giant's fingers snapped off.

Hoffa fell to the ground from a height, and from his elbow to his fingertips, there was a neat row of slender metal feathers, and the broken parts of the feathers shone with dim silver light.

At this moment, most of his body is exposed to the air. In some places, the flesh and bones were even torn apart, and blood filled every corner of his body. The severe physical pain made every nerve of him tremble, but he had never been so awake and vigilant as at this moment.

He finally remembered that he woke up from the nightmare just because he heard the thunderbird's chirping that night.

"Thank you."

Hoffa said hoarsely.

His gaze shifted to the top of the castle, where Miranda and Sylby stood together, they were all frozen, with their expressions and eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hoffa limped towards the high platform with a sharp feather knife in his hand. He didn't know why Miranda got mixed up with Sylby, maybe it had something to do with what happened in the dream, but he didn't care That's all, his whole mission here is to kill Sylby and put the timeline on the right track.

Just halfway through, he keenly sensed something was wrong. In an almost completely stagnant time field, something unseen is flowing. Is it because the leaves flying on the ground fell a little faster, or

He suddenly looked back, and couldn't help but gasp. The bloody woman in the giant's mouth actually looked a bit like Chloe. At this moment, her fingers trembled slightly, her head turned a little bit, and she looked in his direction. The eyes are not dark, but white and shiny.

On the wheelchair, Sylby's fingers also twitched slightly, touching Hoffa's former wand.

The stagnant time is rapidly recovering, the suspended stones are falling at an accelerated rate, the ripples of the black lake reverberate again, and even the finger of the transparent giant, which he cut into pieces, flies towards the root of the broken finger like a movie reversed.

Hoffa secretly exclaimed that something was wrong.

At this moment, he was seriously injured, the power of time had disappeared, and even Thunderbird's power was running low. If he wanted to complete his mission, now was definitely not a good time.

for a moment

His thoughts turned.

Then, he gave up the idea of ​​killing Silby, put away the sharp blade instead, and fled out of the castle without looking back.