Only pure goals are the only reality.

Her words still reached Hoffa's ears, but he no longer knew how to respond.

At this moment, he seemed to be suddenly in a gravityless, materialless vacuum environment. Everything around him was dazzling white light, making him unable to see anything.

He doesn't know where his entity is, he doesn't know where he is, he can't even feel the existence of anything, it's so weird and confusing here.

The unknown experience made Hoffa start to panic, but he immediately thought of what the masked man said to him, that only the goal is the only reality.

His target is the Disillusionment Curse.

Illusion spell.

As soon as this thought arose, the surrounding white light was immediately felt.

One of the white lights separated from the surroundings and merged with Hoffa.

Disillusionment(Disler Falconment)

Several mysterious and complicated syllables came into his mind before he could carefully discern the meaning of the spell.

The surrounding white light suddenly began to materialize, and gravity and matter began to appear.

Gradually, the white light dissipated and the surrounding scenery began to appear.

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...

clang!

clang!

A burst of church bells mixed with the sound of birds flapping came to Hoffa's ears. There was a lot of people around, and the wooden wheels turned gurglingly.

The world in front of me gradually becomes clearer.

After he became familiar with the surrounding environment, he discovered that he was not in the original dark basement at all, and he was not even in Hogwarts.

Hoffa now stood on a busy street.

The sky was cloudless, and it was a sunny morning. From time to time, black carriages pulled by four horses passed by on the street, and the old-fashioned kerosene lamps on the carriages made a tinkling sound.

The last time Hoffa saw this kind of carriage was when he was watching Pirates of the Caribbean in his previous life.

The people around were all wearing black high-brimmed hats and suits, looking at pocket watches. There were also women wearing Victorian costumes on the street. They were wearing exaggerated but old-fashioned pleated skirts and walking down the street carrying baskets.

Walking around like a servant or a cook.

Surrounding these cooks and coachmen are towering villas, with high-ceilinged halls and grand doors, round arched windows and corner stone masonry, all showing elegance and elegance.

The ornate and complicated carvings on the door pillars and window eaves, as well as the tall spire of the church in the distance, indicate that this is not 198 at all. Hoffa can almost believe that it is 189 or earlier.

Taking a closer look, Hoffa discovered that this body was not his own either.

He is now wearing a dirty gray robe, with a colorful feather necklace hanging around his neck, and a string of bone beads on his wrist. He looks like a shaman.

And most importantly, he became a black man...like a black wizard who was sold to Europe by the slave trade.

Hoffa was shocked by this situation.

He tried to move, but couldn't move at all.

The black wizard stood at the corner of the street, in the shadows under the wooden sign of a tavern.

As if waiting for something.

At this time, a richly dressed old man came out of the villa across the street, and several grooms quickly opened the car door for him.

After getting on the carriage, the carriage gurgled away.

The moment the carriage left, "Hoffa" started to move, completely uncontrollably.

It seems that there are two souls living in this black man's body, one is himself and the other is the original owner.

Hoffa has a little more understanding of the current situation. This perspective is like playing a first-person shooter game. After he dies, he switches to the perspective of his teammates.

However, everything he experienced should be the memory of this black wizard.

The black man hurried along the street corner and came to a villa. He looked up at the reliefs on the top of the big house, and his eyes turned to an alley on the side of the street sinisterly.

Then, seeing no one around, he immediately climbed up on the relief of the villa and climbed up quickly. He was very agile.

Lying on the window eaves, the black wizard took out his wand (a weird curved wand, like an iron hook) and tapped the window.

"The Alajo Cave is open."

The window banged open.

The black man got in without hesitation, and Hoffa, who was watching all this, knew. This guy was a thief...a thief in The Witcher.

There are many items in the room that are obviously very valuable at a glance, including gorgeous gold watches and exquisite porcelain on the fireplace.

There was even a naked European beauty lying on the floor of the room. She was surrounded by exquisite silks and empty wine bottles scattered around.

She was fast asleep.

This should be the mistress of the old man who just got on the carriage. They were having fun here before.

But the black wizard didn't look at these things at all, whether they were people or property. He quickly rummaged around, seeming to be looking for something more important.

Hoffa looked at the woman twice and stopped paying attention. Although the woman was good-looking, it was not unusual for Hoffa who had experienced a century.

He is more concerned about the current situation.

There is no doubt that the scroll that the masked man opened for himself in the school was a prop similar to Tom Riddle's diary or a pensieve.

It records the event that really happened, and then allows itself to witness the event. The purpose is to convey some kind of information to itself.

But, what does this have to do with my pursuit of the Illusion Body Curse?

The black man searched for a long time, but he didn't find what he wanted.

Finally, he took out his wand and lit it everywhere in the air. The bookshelf, the porcelain, the floor, and even the woman on the ground were not spared.

Suddenly, when his wand touched a marble globe, the globe rotated. The black wizard immediately put away his wand and lay on the globe to study it carefully for a while.

Finally, he pushed hard and the globe made a clicking sound.

Suddenly there was a rumble on the luxurious mahogany floor.

It's a trap and a secret door!

The secret door was pitch black, bottomless, and seemed to lead to an unknown area.

Due to the sound of the door opening, the drunken woman on the floor began to slowly wake up, but the black wizard didn't notice, he seemed a little excited.

He walked quickly towards the secret door and lit the wand, but just as the wand was lighting up.

Goo!

A low roar came from the dark tunnel.

A feeling of extreme danger arises.

It was very strange. This feeling came directly from Hoffa's heart, as if he was a black wizard. He didn't know what was going on, but subconsciously wanted to retreat.

At this moment, the control of the black wizard's body came into Hoffa's hands, and he took a step back.

Just that step.

The air machine was instantly locked.

Then, a huge scarlet tongue nearly five meters long shot out of the darkness and penetrated directly into the black wizard's chest, as well as Hoffa's chest.

An incomparable and real great pain swept through Hoffa's mind. This is not fake! This is true!

His chest was pierced!

Gugu's blood spurted out.

Black wizard, no, Hoffa fell to the ground.

A woman's frightened scream could be heard in my ears, the sound of a wine bottle breaking, and everything in front of me was pitch black.

Hoffa didn't have time to think, he just breathed out and died instantly.

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It could be a second, it could be a century.

clang!

clang!

A burst of church bells mixed with the sound of birds flying came to Hoffa's ears. People around him were talking and wheels were turning.

Hoffa woke up from the severe pain.
To be continued...