Silby's calm words were heard in Hoffa's ears, but they could not be conveyed to his heart. Because the other noisy sounds were too terrifying. The sounds were not only louder and more exaggerated than ever before,

He is also more arrogant and domineering.

In the past, he was just the voice of tens of thousands of waking wizards, but this time, he is the voice of hundreds of millions of irrational dream makers.

The collective will was so powerful that it almost completely overwhelmed Hoffa's rationality.

He was twisted and lying on the ground, drooling like an Alzheimer's patient. It was also like epilepsy, twitching like a roasted lobster, and his whole body was twisted indescribably. It seemed that the person being cursed by Slytherin at this moment was not West.

Erby, but him.

Silby came to Hoffa and held his neck.

"Kill... kill... him...!" Hoffa scratched out ten blood marks on the ground and unconsciously repeated: "Kill... kill... kill him.

...!"

"Do you understand now?" Silby sat down next to Hoffa and said as if talking to himself: "I have been hearing the voices of these people since I was a child. What a painful thing it is for a thousand years.

I spend every day like this."

Amidst the overwhelming voice of despair, Hoffa struggled to raise his head and looked at Silby, who had almost four blurred figures. He tried his best to hear his hazy voice clearly: "Let's go, now a

It's still too late to leave. Fifty years after you go, your adventure is over. If you want to leave, just nod, and I will let the God of Dreams send you back, just like when you came back."

"Kill...him..."

Hoffa groaned in pain, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Sylby's cheek. The sharp nails dug deeply into his skin, scratching him until his flesh and blood were bloody. He didn't know why he grabbed Sylby.

, as if this could transfer his pain to him, thereby alleviating his own pain.

Silby was unmoved. He removed Hoffa's hand and continued: "You can look down on ignorant sentient beings and choose to live in seclusion after knowing the nature of all things. You can also stay..."

Snap!!

Silby's words were suddenly interrupted. It was a violent fist that hit him on the nose. He was caught off guard, tilted his head and fell to the ground.

I saw Hoffa stumbling up from the ground, a glimmer of clarity flashing in his chaotic eyes. In extreme pain, he backed away from Silby's very confusing words.

Yes, countless adventures have made his nerves very strong, and countless wanderings on the edge of life and death have made him experienced and seasoned. Hoffa understands that he cannot fight against this force alone, and must get help from others.

To counteract this extremely crazy and irrational impact. At this moment, the tough guy character he revealed almost moved Sylby.

He backed away and thought silently in his mind,

I need help...I need help...I need help...

Along with the silent recitation in his heart, the flow spell instantly transmitted his voice to the mind of every awake wizard on the planet.

Those wizards had all been favored by Hoffa during the sleepwalker riots, and were willing to believe that he was the savior and were willing to listen to him.

.....

Underground in London.

The demon Indra was reading the account book obsessively. Suddenly, he suddenly became alert, looked at the believers who were counting the money, and asked, "Did you hear his voice?"

"I heard it! I heard it!" The wizards who were helping the goblin count the money became excited one by one. They shouted: "I heard it, he needs help!"

Then, they ran around like headless chickens, anxiously saying, "How can we help him? He has helped us so much!"

"Wait!" Indra slammed the table and called out to the restless wizard, "I have an idea!"

The restless wizards stopped one after another and looked at Indra with confused eyes. The goblin coughed and said seriously: "Let's transfer the money!"

Sluggish for a moment.

"Ah! Are you kidding me, goblin!" A wizard asked angrily. He raised a pile of gold galleons in his hand, "How can we give him the gold? Besides, the market has collapsed, so what's the point of asking for money?

Use it!"

The other wizards were convinced. They all agreed with the wizard's point of view and concluded that the goblin had fallen into the eyes of money and lost his mind.

"shut up!"

The goblin shouted loudly, and his small body actually showed the courage of a financial tycoon. He kicked away the gold waiting for him and cursed: "Stupid, in the era of turmoil, only credit is the only currency! So, we

Just trust him."

After saying that, the money-hungry goblin piously nodded his chest and began to pray. An invisible heart line immediately connected Hoffa and the goblin.

...

Colony in Calcutta, India.

Adebe Gorshak was discussing plantation matters with a group of monks and wizards. Suddenly, his heart moved and he loudly asked his companions: "Did you hear Bach's voice?"

His companions nodded: "He needs help, how should we help him?"

Adebe was also very confused and anxious. He heard Hoffa's voice, but he could feel that the boy was thousands of miles away at the moment. What could he do?

At this time, an old monk came to Adebe with rosary beads, followed by a group of young monks. Those monks who were rescued by Hoffa during the turmoil clasped their hands together, showing extremely pious expressions.

The old monk said to Adebe in Sanskrit: "Before destruction comes, give your heart to Shiva, and Brahma will be born from the lotus."

After that, he led the monks to sit down one after another and assume weird yoga postures. They sat cross-legged and held their hands up. Invisible white lines merged their heartbeats with the universe.

...

Hummingbird Mountain, Peru.

His whole body was covered with bandages. The tribal chief Inhanio was lying on the bed grinning and gasping for breath. His three wives were changing his dressing. Suddenly, his ears pricked up and he heard something. He immediately pushed away and gave him a

His wife, who was changing the dressing, sat up and listened attentively.

After listening for a moment, he confirmed the source of the sound and suddenly became excited. He was so excited that he ignored his body being seriously injured by Miranda and screamed loudly. He rushed out of his tree in tears while shouting.

He opened his arms under the sky and chattered something, and his people followed him and made the same movements.

The crystal white magic power floated out from their hearts, following the spiritual network built by the heart flow spell, and drifted to unknown places.

...

At the lowest level of the tower, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who had been beaten black and blue due to the exchange of spells, stopped at the same time. Dumbledore listened for a moment and asked: "Did you hear that?"

Grindelwald nodded in the darkness.

He needed help. Dumbledore said: "I didn't help him last time, and I won't be absent this time."

Grindelwald said: "Since we are our common students, I agree with your statement. But this is the only time."

After saying that, Grindelwald and Dumbledore raised their wands at the same time.

Two huge spiritual forces went straight up the tower and joined the spiritual network constructed by the Heart Flow Curse.

...

In the center of the tower, the one-armed Osivia was covered in blood. She was half human and half snake. Under her waist, there was a giant birdman who collapsed and died. The birdman's body was completely covered by Osivia's huge body.

The snake's tail was twisted into a twist.

After hearing Hoffa's voice, she slowly let go of the birdman's body, sat down, and said to herself: "I hope it won't be like last time." After that, she closed her eyes and let Hoffa go.

Fa's spiritual tentacles are linked to her spirit.

The magic power is like a stream, flying upward along the spiritual network.

...

At the upper end of the tower, where the steps disappeared, the siblings Miranda and Miller were entangled. Miranda was panting from exhaustion, while her brother had been beaten to a bruised nose and face.

Although Miller was at a disadvantage in the battle, Miranda had nothing to do with him, because this time, no matter how she tried to persuade him, Miller was determined to break up with her and never want to come back to her again.

.

However, when they were in a stalemate, Hoffa's voice reached their ears at the same time.

Miranda was stunned, distracted during the confrontation, and was immediately punched in the face by Miller.

She turned around, grabbed Miller's wrist, and cursed angrily: "Don't hit me in a hurry, do you hear me?"

"I heard it, so what, what does it have to do with me!?" Miller said angrily.

"Help him, he will not ask for help if it is not extremely urgent." Miranda said in the same commanding tone as always.

"I don't!" Miller screamed, "I don't want to help that white-eyed wolf, he doesn't belong to you at all, what are you still dreaming about!"

Miranda rolled her eyes and said a few words into Miller's ear. The words were extremely confidential. But after hearing this, Miller's expression changed with horror. He no longer wanted to argue with Miranda. Instead, he behaved obediently.

He sat down and willingly dedicated his magic and spirit to the man at the top of the tower.

...

At the top of the 10,000-meter tower, Hoffa heard others' responses to him. He took a deep breath and puffed up his chest.

This movement was like a long whale sucking water, and the dancing magic and spiritual energy flew to his side and entered his body. At first, they trickled like a stream, then, they surged like a river, and finally, they became mighty.

Swinging like a river and sea, following the invisible spiritual network, it rushed into Hoffa's body!

This was the last, grandest, and most thorough operation of the flow spell. It didn't even require Hoffa to recite the spell So, and his mind automatically entered the flow state. His spiritual power spread like lightning.

The world has built a huge and invisible spiritual network in the world.

With the blessing of that spiritual giant net, his power is amplified ten times, hundreds times, thousands times, and tens of thousands times!
To be continued...