Chapter 362

Chapter 362

Professor Dumbledore! ?

Under the double dream, Hoffa was stunned.

He never expected to see Professor Dumbledore in the subconscious dream of the group. Since returning to 50 years later, he has not seen any familiar friends or teachers, he has just acted alone with the nightmare god. Because after his power is powerful to a certain level, if you come to other people, it may just be a burden. He doesn't want others to drag him down.

He slowly walked to the four-poster bed. The man on the bed was more luxurious than at any time in the past. His upper body was a pure white gold-studded robe and he was wearing a pure gold crown with rubies.

He is also weaker than ever before. His lips are chapped and his complexion is pale.

"Professor?"

He couldn't help but yelled out softly.

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

Is it Dumbledore?

Hoffa suddenly felt that it was not. Although he looked the same, he couldn't find anything similar to Dumbledore in this man.

The confusion in Na Zhan’s blue eyes flashed away, and soon became majestic and solemn. He slowly straightened his waist from the four-poster bed and asked Father Marsk, who was standing on the other side,: "He is Who?"

Red robe, the priest wearing red robe slowly bent down: "Informant, an intelligence officer who came back from the front line."

Informant...

The pope who looked the same as Dumbledore said, "Tell me, there is some information."

"This...top secret information..." Hoffa's gaze turned to behind him. Red robe Father Marsk.

Perceiving his gaze, Father Marsk coldly snorted disdainfully, bent over and backed up, closed the door and left the room.

"Let’s talk, you have any information to report to me."

"No." Hoffa obediently and honestly said, "I lied to the guy outside.

"oh?"

The man like Dumbledore was not angry either. He leaned on the cushion and said, "Then I hope you will give me a reason to please me. "

The imposing manner is exactly the same as it really is. Hoffa has seen a lot of Peak’s great characters, but they pale in comparison to the person in front of him. This makes him feel strange, it’s not Sill. Is it better than the dream world created? Why is it so real?

"I don't know your name yet. Hoffa asked, tilting her head, "May I ask you who?" "

"You don't even know me, so you dare to deceive the priest and come to see me?" "The old man on the four-poster bed sneered, "It's really a daring fanatic." "

Hoffa doesn't want to talk nonsense with this guy anymore. He came here to find Silby's trail, so he said neatly: "I'm looking for someone named Silby, may I ask Do you know him? "

bang! !

tone barely fell, he was hit by an invisible force against the wall. Although there was not much pain, the imposing manner was amazing.

"Dare you! "

The old man uses an angrily roared voice like thunder: "In front of me, mention the man, the blasphemer, the unbeliever, heretic!" "

He lifted the quilt abruptly and climbed down from the bed with great anger.

Yes, climbed down.

I saw that and Dumbledore Similarly, the upper body is luxurious like the pope guy, and the lower body hidden in the quilt has huge grimace and belly, and eight hairy spider legs.

Such a terrible picture is Hoffa experienced and knowledgeable. Feeling a bit spicy, he began to quickly analyze what the weird combination of dreams meant, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of a reason.

"What is your body...? "

Before the words fell, the Pope’s cross scepter fell on his neck.

Dream world, Hoffa does not have the power of the bloodline of time in reality, and immediately can only imagine A shield stands in front of me.

duang!!!

The scepter hits the shield and makes a muffled noise.

But this doesn’t stop the spider The pope's anger, he raised his scepter: "Go to hell and find him, the most evil thing! "

The shadow on the wall is getting bigger and bigger, gradually covering Hoffa in it.

"Wait," Hoffa felt strange, "What are you excited about, I'm here to kill Silby's, you don't mean to protect him, do you? "

Pap!

The scepter stopped just one finger away from Hoffa's forehead.

I saw the expression on the face of the pope dressed up From anger to sluggishness, from sluggishness to incomprehension. Then, he took back his cross scepter, walked around Hoffa two times, and said in amazement: "Wait a minute, why do you have such a pure soul in your body? ! ? "

Huh.....?

Hoffa stuck on the wall for a moment, and the shield in her hand disappeared.

Ming Ming had a cold face just now. With swords drawn and bows bent, he looks like he is going to do it, how can he boast people in the blink of an eye? But... he feels that his soul is not pure, he is also a normal man, from time to time He would also be troubled by instinct. During World War II, he was not unheard of murder and arson.

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

But he soon knew that it turned out The eight-legged pope in front of him is not boasting himself.

He reached out and pointed at Hoffa's chest.

With the thump a light sound.

There is actually a little elf, white and bright, coming out from the position of his heart.

Despite her size reduction countless times, Hoffa recognized her at a glance.

"Chloe!?"

Even in a dream, Hoffa couldn't help but screamed that he was born. He had no idea that he would meet the nun Chloe here. The last time they met was at the Ministry of Magic Department of Mysteries in Fatir.

"You...Why are you here?"

He fumbled around, trying to find the Resurrection Stone that Nicholas Flamel gave him before he died, But didn't touch, it exists in the real world, not in the present self.

"How did you become like this?" More than a hundred questions popped up in his mind.

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

"Hush! I'll explain to you later, don't talk, this is Pope Gregory VII, one of the greatest popes in history. That is, one thousand years ago." Yi Fei came to Hoffa's ear to introduce him.

Hearing what she said, Hoffa had no choice but to regain her mind and focus on her current situation.

It’s just that Gregorian VII...

One of the greatest popes? Hoffa has too many vomits in his mind, not only does this guy look the same as Dumbledore, he even has eight legs. If this point like Dumbledore can add 50 points to his greatness, then the long eight legs will be deducted at least 500 points, which is too cheap.

But Chloe, who became an elf, did not have a man who was not waiting to see him like Hoffa. She flew in front of Gregory VII, folded her hands, and said in a crisp voice: "He is My friend is a friend of the church. Please don't do anything excessive to him."

The Spider Pope put away his scepter, sat back on his four-poster bed, and asked with a frown:" Where did you come from?"

"From the long river of time." Chloe said.

Long time?

Hoffa feels something is wrong. It is unclear whether he came from the upper dream state, and why it came over time.

"so that's how it is, so that's how it is ....." The pope said hoarsely, a flush of excitement appeared on his face, "that...it must be God The will of God."

Speaking, Gregory VII actually wu wu wept: "Sure enough, God did not abandon mortals, and the glory of the Lord still shines on all living beings."

The long The man with eight spider legs sat on the bed and whispered, praying to God. This picture is as weird as it is, and as weird as it is.

But I don’t know if Hoffa has experienced too much or Chloe is by his side. There is no waves in his heart, and he is unusually calm.

Chloe flew back to Hoffa’s ear. She grabbed Hoffa’s ear and jumped onto his shoulder and sat down, dangling her calf, and whispered: "The historical Gregory VII Because of the war, he was finally exiled to death, but it is not clear whether he died in the hands of the wizard or the patient. The only thing that is clear is that he was cursed of transformation by a powerful wizard in his later years, and the next itself became Blame me, you can never get out of bed."

Paused, the elf said: "I have only heard from the church secret code that didn't expect is true."

Hoffa really wants to tell Chloe that this is a dream, don't take any weird things seriously. But he couldn't hold back 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.

With eight legs, he walked to a bronze statue of Holy Mother Mary in a dimly lit room, and opened the belly of the bronze statue. There was a small drawer inside the bronze statue. He took out an unusually complex combination lock from the drawer, handed the strange combination lock to Hoffa, and said, "Look at this."

"What is this?" Hoffa took it. Quite heavy combination lock.

"The secret technique to save the world." Pope Gregorian said.

Oh?

Hoffa has a heartbeat.

The pope continued: "There is a spell that can gather the power of all people. If it can be used, its power can almost destroy heaven extinguishing earth."

Hoffa's hand slightly trembled .

He immediately looked around nervously.

If this is a dream, if this is Silby’s dream, then he cannot guarantee that Silby deliberately arranged such a plan to gain the trust of the pope, and then wait until he gains the trust of the pope. Take away the magic from your own hands.

At this moment, Hoffa thoughts are revolving, and almost immediately wanted to lock the code on the ground and smash it to pieces. Good to cut off the probability of this kind of thing happening.

The elf Chloe felt his sudden rise in mood and blood pressure, and hurriedly whispered in his ear: "Don't be so radical, so many winds and waves are coming. First listen to the pope. "

He took a few heavy breaths, and forcibly suppressed the urge to smash the code lock. Hoffa laughed at himself, thinking that too, he was almost persecuted by Silby. He was paranoid, but he had to admit that the man's brain was better than himself, more complicated than he thought, and much more long-term.

Gregory leaned on the bed and sighed: "A long, long time ago, the wizard and us started a long tug of war. This war was evenly matched at first for centuries. Since then, neither of us has been able to destroy each other.

Five years ago, that terrifying guy joined the battlefield, and we were defeated steadily. Until now, we retreat to the palm of Constantinople. The place where he is all depends on his strength.

After my many investigations, people around him learned that the reason why he can be invincible and invincible is because he holds this The magic is magic-so I think that only those who also master this spell can defeat that guy."

so that's how it is.

Hoffa was a little relaxed, his own speculation was completely wrong just now, Silby had mastered this magic a long time ago. But this is not surprising. That guy is known as the humanoid forbidden spell library. Long ago, he had seen that guy’s battle strength in his prime, which could almost destroy heaven extinguishing earth.

If the guy has the strongest spell, how strong will it be?

"Then what are you doing in a daze, open it." Hoffa handed the code lock forward. To be honest, he was also curious about what spell it was.

"I can't open it." Pope Helpless's shook the head: "It was locked from the day it was stolen. The password must be known."

Hoffa Looked at the code lock.

It has a cylindrical shape and is made of silver. Each cipher wheel is inlaid with 26 small pieces of gold. The gold is engraved with English letters the size of an ant. There are a total of eight wheels. .

Hoffa quickly understood what this meant. This is a very complex combination lock. It is necessary to select twenty-six correct letters from the eight scroll wheels and spell out the correct password to open the combination lock and take out the most powerful spell hidden in it—the so-called Silby.

But this easier said than done, twenty-six letters, eight sequences.

If you randomly test any word, it is estimated that it has been measuring the death of the universe since the birth of the universe, and it is estimated that he will not be able to test the correct password.

After that, Hoffa made the previous lap and saw that the copper head of the combination lock was engraved with a row of quite mocking English characters.

[Youonlyhaveonechance]

You only have one chance.

Hoffa couldn't help but laughed, laughed angrily by Silby's ridicule, and then coldly put down the code lock.

"putting it that way, haven't you tried it once?" Hoffa asked the Pope.

"No, this combination lock is too delicate, I have to wait for the right person to use it."

paused, the Pope looked at him hopingly; "You are from time Hero of Changhe, you must know the correct result, right?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know at all." Hoffa said honestly, and he showed the cryptex to Chloe. "You know the password." Huh?"

Chloe shook his head: "Don't tease me, I haven't seen that person, and don't know him at all."

Lying on the bed ashes, as if exhausted all his strength: "Then it is impossible, someone knows..." He muttered: "Then impossible, someone knows...God, why are you torturing mortals so much? ."

Looking at his painful appearance, Hoffa couldn't help taking a step forward. "But I know there must be someone who knows the answer."

"Who?" Pope Spring Normally straight up: "Who knows?"

"Silby," Hoffa said, "Since Silby set this code, he must know the answer, right?"

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