369 Chapter 23, No Answer

In the next few days, Hoffa has been receiving medical treatment. His body has multiple fractures and countless bullet holes. It can be said that half of his body is in the gate of hell.

Fortunately, after discovering that it was him, Dumbledore immediately assembled the best medical staff at hand to treat Hoffa, and only then did he hang his life.

However, despite various surgeries and anesthesia during the treatment, Hoffa kept his mind awake. He didn't dare to fall asleep uncontrollably, for he was afraid that the God of Nightmares would still be watching in secret, and he would take advantage of his weakest moment to regain consciousness. He dragged himself into a dream.

Perhaps because he helped block the bullet, the Gryffindor student has always been grateful to Hoffa. During the days when Hoffa was undergoing surgery, Kerry has been guarding him every step of the way.

Until the last operation was over and the last bullet was taken out, Hoffa told Kerry to wake him up eight hours later. After getting an affirmative answer from Kerry, he dared to fall into a deep sleep.

Even though he was prepared, what awaited Hoffa in his sleep was still a boiling dream --- the man in the wheelchair nodded and lowered his eyebrows, and the indescribable monster kept deforming behind him. Sometimes its face is Aglaia, sometimes Miranda, sometimes Chloe, or some strange creature he meets in his adventures.

In the storm, he drove the boat on the sea of ​​dancing dreams. The ancient ocean was as old as the world. Hoffa tried his best to maintain the balance of the boat. Under the boat was everything that happened in the dream. Father, husband, Minister Bach... As long as he is a little careless, he will fall into it.

No one spoke to him, no one suggested what to do, and the storm and vortex continued. On the prow of the boat, a tiny ptarmigan stood on one foot, flapping its wings, facing the storm in the Sea of ​​Dreams. Only when he saw the bird could Hoffa feel a little relieved.

The dreamy sleep exhausted him until someone shook his shoulder violently and woke him from the dream.

When Hoffa opened his eyes, he saw Kerry staring at the face with dark circles. He didn't pay attention to it before under the gunfire. Now that he was safe, he realized that the wizard of Gryffindor was quite handsome. He had an ancient Roman statue Same face, curly hair, a faint ring of freckles around the nose. If he is still in Hogwarts or other peaceful times, his appearance can also attract the screams of countless girls.

"Senior, how are you resting?"

Kerry asked concerned.

"Okay"

Hoffa muttered that he felt much better physically, but he was still a little tired mentally.

"Sorry, senior, I didn't wake you up. The doctor said you need to rest. I let you sleep for a few more days." Kerry said awkwardly.

"fine."

No wonder, Hoffa thought, the dreams seemed so long to him.

"Senior, do you have something on your mind? When you fell asleep, you seemed to be calling someone's name all the time." Kerry asked mysteriously.

"Don't say that name."

Hoffa said expressionlessly.

Kerry scratched his head and laughed twice, "It's okay, senior, you called a lot of people's names, but I didn't catch them clearly."

"Kerry!"

Hoffa interrupted Kerry: "Go and rest, you have dark circles."

"I'm fine!"

Kerry patted his chest and said: "Senior, if you need anything, just ask, I'm just the age to stay up late. When I was at Hogwarts, I was the last one to sleep in the common room every night!"

Hoffa glanced behind Kerry and said, "Then you are very brave."

"That's not it," Kerry said happily: "My favorite nighttime activity is to sneak out of the common room and take a night tour at Hogwarts. How many times did Gewartz go out at night! Senior Hoffa, do you like night outings?"

Hoffa smiled awkwardly, but didn't answer.

There was a slight cough from behind Kerry, and someone said softly, "I think Ravenclaw's hobbies may be different from Gryffindor's."

Kerry's smile melted and solidified on his face like a candle. He quickly stood up, turned around and looked at the old man by the door, covered his face and moaned in despair: "Professor, you should knock on the door."

Albus Dumbledore patted Kerry on the shoulder: "Twenty points will be deducted from Gryffindor, and it will be charged to you after Hogwarts is taken back. Now, let's go to rest and let me watch Bach."

Kerry walked out the door dejectedly, and made a face at Hoffa as he closed the door and left.

Hoffa moved into the bed, sat up, and wanted to make room for Professor Dumbledore. However, Professor Dumbledore waved his wand, and an armchair automatically appeared on the ground. He sat in the armchair, looked at Hoffa with emotion, and said, "It's really incredible, Bach, I haven't had you for a long time. News. Since you disappeared from the Ministry of Magic two years ago, no one knows where you have been."

"Professor, if I tell you about my experience in the past two years, I'm afraid I have to talk about it until dark." Hoffa said: "It was a very distant trip, so far away that I hardly know what happened here. What happened at Hogwarts. Professor, I want to help, please tell me what happened here."

Dumbledore nodded, he waved his wand, the curtains and windows were closed, and the surroundings became extremely quiet. I just heard Dumbledore say: "Two years ago, shortly after the death of Fatil. A strange plague appeared on the land of Europe. People infected with this plague will inevitably fall into a deep sleep.

At first, we didn't notice this strange plague, because the plague first spread among the Muggle community.

But soon, we found out that something was wrong.

You know, only some wizards come from traditional wizarding families, and a large part of them come from Muggle families. But since that plague, we have found that no wizards have been born among Muggles.

Not only that, even the most traditional wizarding families began to give birth to squib offspring one after another. That year, Hogwarts only enrolled a dozen students. In the second year, not only did Hogwarts fail to recruit students, but more than half of the students and teachers turned back into squibs. For a while, rumors spread that those squib students were full of hatred for the school, thinking that the ghosts in Hogwarts had sucked away their strength. Under the pressure of reality, Hogwarts was forced to close.

Of course, if it’s just this, it’s not the scariest thing. What’s even more frightening is that the power of spells and magic is getting weaker and weaker. Except for a few wizards who can barely maintain the level of magic power, most wizards have different levels of magic power. degree of decline. Although we sent a large number of personnel to investigate, there was no gain, and the decline of magic power seemed irreversible. "

Hoffa listened carefully, with a serious expression on his face.

The magic is gone.

He felt it when he just woke up. Before that, he always thought it was because his memory disappeared. Now it seems that even if his memory recovers, there is not much magic power left.

"It must have been caused by that deep sleep." Hoffa murmured.

"Of course, we all suspect that, but we have no evidence."

Dumbledore sighed. He took off his half-moon glasses, wiped his glasses with a handkerchief, and said, "The speed at which magic power is lost is astounding. By the time we realize it, more than half of the wizards have become squibs. They no longer believe in magic, and even hate it. As you can see, they are now more fascinated by Muggle arts and machines, and see us as heretics, and conflict is inevitable."

"Professor, have you ever dreamed? Why doesn't your magic power seem to be lost?"

Dumbledore froze for a moment, with a bitter expression on his face. However, that expression was only fleeting, and soon, Dumbledore calmly said: "Hoffa, I am also human, of course I can dream. But, I know very well. Dreaming is just dreaming. Although in the dream I received Lots of wool socks, lots and lots, but, those are all fake."

"Then what should I do, professor. How can I restore my magic power?"

"I don't know, Hoffa. The current situation is very difficult, more difficult than any time in the past, and even beyond my experience. At this time, I would like to hear your thoughts."

Hoffa thought for a while and asked, "Professor, have you heard the story of Death?"

Dumbledore was slightly taken aback, and then nodded slowly after a long silence: "Are you talking about those ancient fairy tales? Of course I have heard of them. I was very interested in the three Peverell brothers and so on when I was young."

"The Grim Reaper exists, and all sorts of other weird gods."

Hoffa said seriously: "I don't know the purpose of their existence, but obviously these mysterious existences will be dominated by certain desires. And the providers of those desires must be people."

"you mean?"

"Kill the person who controls the desire and solve the root of the problem."

Hoffa said firmly: "Whatever he wants to do, whatever he wants to do!"

Albus Dumbledore looked at Hoffa in surprise. There was no doubt that the former student had changed a lot.

"A half-king, is it?" he said.

"Yes."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"I can't think of a more terrifying existence than him. I can hardly define him as a wizard. With all due respect, if such a thing is to be done, with the existing power of our magical world, unless we are united, otherwise impossible."

Dumbledore stood up and said in a cold tone. He didn't seem to have much hope. He stood up and took out a note from his arms and handed it to Hoffa, "This is what LeMay asked me to give to you. He heard that you The news of the return tells you to find him."

Hoffa opened the note and saw that there was a crooked map drawn on the note. The map dangled like a living one. There was a small dot on it, and the current address and house number were marked under the dot. "12 Grimmauld Place"

"Flame, is that Nicolas Flamel?"

Dumbledore nodded: "I didn't expect you to know him. When you recover, remember to go to the Wheelkins community in London. Nicolas May called you to see you. He seems to be full of you. Looking forward to it, I think you will be able to solve the problems of the wizarding world."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, a pointer appeared on the map, pointing to a place on the other side of the map.

Hoffa looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

Dumbledore shrugged and said relaxedly: "Don't look at me like that, Bach, what you said makes sense. This is also the task we are doing now. But the first step, whether it is rebuilding the Magic Kingdom or continuing the world Mystery and spirituality. We all have to get Hogwarts back. I hope you'll join us when you recover from your injury."

After speaking, he walked out the door. But Hoffa called him over.

"Professor, do you really think I can solve such a problem?"

Hoffa looked at Dumbledore expectantly, hoping that, as in the past, he could get answers and help from wise men.

But his question made Albus Dumbledore look a little sad. He leaned against the door, looked deeply at Hoffa, and said, "You are no longer that first-year and second-year student, Bach. Sometimes I really feel that time flies, from the Wood Orphanage to the present, you have all grown up in a blink of an eye. Especially in this age, one year of life is worth the usual ten years."

After a pause, he said: "If you were placed in Hogwarts, you would have graduated by this time. Bach, you ask me such a question at this time, and I don't know the answer. I think at this moment, the world except No one but yourself will know the answer."