Chapter 11. Dream World.

The wandmaker left what he was doing on the table and turned to look him in the eye.

Intangible pressure was pressing on Garrick's entire body. As if the law of gravity itself doesn't like to be played with the boy in front of you.

"Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to get the answers in another way?" As he said this, his eyes went down to Garrick's waist, where his hand was resting on his wand holster.

"Tsk tsk. Who would have thought that an old man like you would be willing to draw a wand against a child? This is not going to end well for you old man." He said as large golden wings emerged from his back where the clothes were loose.

Arched to the top of his head, the pressure coming down on Garrick increased even more.

"How can you be an animagus at 11?" He said with difficulty.

Hypnos narrowed one eye and then smiled.

"Magic?" Seeing that he managed to destabilize Garrick's stance, He walked slowly to the front.

"Well ... I told you to tell me. Now you're going to suffer for your idiot." He said as his finger touched the middle of Ollivander's forehead.

"What the fuck are you doing, kid…" He can't finish saying before his eyes roll.

It collapsed on the floor like an untouched corpse.

Of course, Hypnos knew it wasn't something like that.

He was just doing something common to him.

"Of course making you sleep. What else would a God of Sleep do?" He said with a weak smile.

"Anyway. It's time to work." He said snapping his fingers.

Hypnos sat in the lotus position in front of the unconscious Garrick and put his hand on the top of his head.

It bothered him to have to physically touch others, but at the moment it was his limit of access to his Divine powers.

While with his eyes closed, Hypnos found himself in a great foggy environment.

It was as if a thousand supernovae exploded in the same space. Multi-colored mists floated all over the place and gave an aspect of solidity.

Something nudged the side of his arm.

Holding the item, his face was emotionless.

"This guy really has a fetish for wands ..." He said letting the wand float extremely purple and with some strange bulbs.

This was the Nirvana of thoughts. The very world of dreams!

Normally he did not interfere with the Morpheus work. But that doesn't mean he didn't have powers like that. He was a primordial Dæmon of Sleep. Everything involving a conscious, unconscious, or subconscious state was under its power.

With his golden wings, he flew across the inhospitable place.

Hypnos was not flying aimlessly in infinity, he was being guided by the fluctuations of space around him.

A whole world of dreams would flow naturally to the center. In this case, it was the individual who hosted that space. It was not difficult.

It didn't take long for him to find what he wanted. The dreamer Garrick floated around the space with his wands in his arms, it was like seeing a child with his plushies ... only much more strange and disgusting.

He definitely regretted his choice to enter the dream worlds. He didn't really need to enter the world of dreams to rescue memories of simple mortals, but he was forced to train his technique from the beginning at the time.

"If one day I return, I swear I will give the Morpheus a better deity ..." he was truly disgusted with the things he morphed every day in his work.

Sigh!

"We will soon end this suffering."

Getting in front of Ollivander, he fearfully put his hand on the top of his head and pulled hard.

It was a long ribbon with the wandmaker's memories.

Wanting to finish as quickly as possible, he saw most of the man's recent memories.

Apparently it was a tracking spell which was probably ordered by the magic ministry.

"Why didn't you tell me when I asked you, idiot!" He said annoyed at Garrick who squirmed in the air.

Since he was there, he decided to take a short path and also observed how to make wands and how to remove the enchantments made in it. Of course, he did not forget to remove the memories on his wings and the sudden faint.

He was not so stingy as to remove the memories of making the wands. Besides, they were expensive materials, there was a great chance that Aurors would be sending after them, and he wouldn't want them to apprehend his as he entered the gates of Hogwarts.

Having done his job, he dissolved into a fog that spread throughout the world of dreams.

Stretching right after finishing his work he murmured something about this horrible job.

Glancing with his purple eyes, he murmured and left.

"Goodbye. Old man."

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This episode was aimed at explaining the basics of the powers of a weakened Hypnos.

I'm really understanding what the other writers wanted to say about the legendary creative block hahaha.