210 Chapter 10, the Magic Runaway

He stretched out his hand and slowly tore off Chloe's scarred face.

Under the mask was a surprisingly delicate face, about the same age as himself. Her pale skin was stretched over her cheekbones, her eyes were large and lavender, buried deep in their empty sockets, her lips were bloodless, and the muscles around them were twitching constantly, so languid.

Even so, Hoffa still found that behind her appearance of suppressing her pain, the girl's body still had traces of her life when she was healthy-she should have an oval face, fair skin, soft lips, and a head. Soft wine red long hair.

"What did you do to her, did you poison her?"

Hoffa asked through the door.

"Poisoning? No, no, no. She forgot to take her medicine, and we brought it here for her, that's all."

Colonel SS continued:

"I know you, Mr. Bach, and I also respect your teacher, Saint Grindelwald. So I will stop talking nonsense, and I advise you to leave her as soon as possible. Otherwise, when her magic power goes berserk, you will not be able to bear the consequences. "

That name made Hoffa, who was inspecting Chloe, inexplicably angry. He took several deep breaths before he could barely suppress the hatred in his heart.

He sneered softly and said, "Can I bear the magic power to go berserk, do I need you, a Muggle, to remind me?"

There was silence outside the door for two seconds, and the colonel also smiled and said:

"I've seen a lot of arrogant wizards, most of them died badly."

Hoffa: "Then I must be one of those few who can live well."

"Then let's wait and see, don't blame me for not reminding you."

After calmly speaking, the colonel of the SS stopped talking to Hoffa.

But at the same time, a large number of soldiers surrounded the back kitchen of the hotel, and milky white smoke seeped in from the corner of the door. The air smelled of bitter almonds.

poison gas

Hoffa's complexion changed, he covered his nose suddenly, then rushed to Chloe's side in three steps and two steps, and covered her nose as well.

The situation took a sudden turn for the worse. He didn't expect these people to use poisonous gas. If he stayed in this empty room, he would be poisoned and passed out if he didn't die.

"Is there anything you can do?"

Hoffa asked tentatively.

Slap!

Chloe grabbed Hoffa's wrist and looked up.

I saw that her originally black eyes had turned pure white at this moment, like cataracts. Those white eyes were dazed and helpless, but very strange. Hoffa's heart stopped slightly inexplicably, as if Back to the position standing by the door and negotiating with Colonel SS.

But this illusion only lasted for less than one tenth of a second, when Hoffa came back to his senses. He returned to Chloe and pinched her nose.

"Get away from me."

Chloe said, "Apparate away from me."

Apparate, Hoffa gritted his teeth, he would have liked to, but he wouldn't.

"leave me alone."

Chloe repeated, lowering her voice: "Don't get involved."

"What did you say?"

Hoffa didn't hear clearly, and he wanted to get closer to hear clearly.

However, Chloe did not answer. She stared and opened her mouth wide. An unknown liquid glistening with fluorescent light slowly rolled out from her pale eyes, as thick as fresh blood.

Accompanied by the silvery mercury-like liquid dripping to the ground. At this moment, the magic fluctuation in the room reached its peak.

tick.

Drifting smoke, flowing hair, twisted muscles.

Everything stops.

That was a weird feeling that Hoffa had never experienced before. The magic power of the other party contained the power of some kind of law, which made it impossible for people to raise any room for resistance.

Snapped!

As if someone pulled him hard from behind, he suddenly fell backwards and flew backwards at high speed. Blurred colors and shapes flashed by, his eardrums swelled, and he wanted to shout, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

He walked through a distorted film of light, and on both sides were broken images that kept flickering. Among those images were castles, black lakes, horsemen leaping in the forest, and thunderbirds flying through the sky. Later, Hoffa even got a glimpse of shiny silver hair. Heartbroken, he stretched out his hand subconsciously, wanting to touch the vague figure.

But the picture only lasted less than a tenth of a second, and then he felt his feet touch the solid ground, everything became clear again, he stopped spinning and shuttling, and fell heavily to the ground.

boom! !

dizzy.

The ground is cold, it is a tile with no temperature. Chloe was still panting and leaning against the corner, as if nothing had happened.

But the smell of onions in the air is very confusing.

The sound entered his eardrums little by little, and his ears resumed their work. It was the sound of giggling and laughing. There is also the sound of the spatula colliding with the iron pan.

"Table number three, bacon cheese roll."

"Table four, a potato salad."

"Hurry up and throw away the garbage at the door!"

Shocked, Hoffa stood up abruptly, groping around his body. After touching it for a long time, there are no missing parts or organs.

In front of me is the back kitchen of that old-fashioned restaurant, but now this back kitchen is bustling with more than a dozen chefs and service voices, a busy and crowded atmosphere of life.

At this time, an apprentice who was carrying a black bag and was about to take out the garbage passed by Hoffa, saw him standing at the kitchen door, and shouted: "Who are you, don't break into the important kitchen!"

With that said, he put his hand on the doorknob.

(The bullet holes punched by police officers in the door are also gone.)

Hoffa was startled, and subconsciously blurted out: "Don't open the door!"

"Don't open the door?" The apprentice rolled his nostrils.

"Eat the garbage if you don't open the door! Go, go, don't hinder my work."

After speaking, he pushed Hoffa away impatiently, turned the door open decisively and casually, and went out to take out the trash.

Nothing happened.

Outside is an empty and dirty restaurant back alley, only rows and rows of green leather trash cans, no formations of soldiers, no SS colonels, and no evil black witches, the hotel kitchen is just the hotel kitchen.

"They're gone.?"

Hoffa turned around and said in wonder.

The pale Chloe leaned against the corner, shivering, without a trace of blood on her face. When Hoffa called her, she turned a deaf ear to her, and she didn't mean to be happy. She just slumped against the wall, silent as if after withdrawal A drug addict, and like an infatuated woman who was dumped by a scumbag.

Hoffa tentatively walked to her side, carefully looked at her with the eyes of a monster, and after confirming that there was no danger, he touched her forehead.

It was frighteningly cold.

The surging and weird magic power fluctuation just now has disappeared, and now Chloe can't detect the slightest magic power fluctuation, just like a Muggle.

"How are you, can you go?"

The opponent remained motionless.

Although Hoffa didn't know what happened, but looking at the disabled girl in front of him, he instinctively sympathized with her.

In addition, he was afraid that those evil wizards would go back and forth, so he took Chloe's arm, put her on his body, and limped away from the back kitchen of the restaurant, and came to the streets of Paris superior.

At this moment, the streets of Paris are still full of people and vehicles, the Eiffel Tower stands in the distance in the setting sun, and the large leaves are lit up by the afterglow of the setting sun. Flocks of birds circling in the sky perched on the walkways, swinging vines, and suspension bridges like wanderers returning home, chirping everywhere, and it was peaceful.

Standing on the street covering his eyes and watching the sunset, Hoffa felt a faint sense of weirdness intensify. When they were locked in the room just now, it was almost noon, but now, it was almost dusk.

Could it be that he was in a coma for more than three hours?

After thinking for a while, he didn't have a clue.

He could only carry on with Chloe.

Passing a newsstand, he heard several Muggles chatting worriedly on the side of the road.

"Three Jewish families in our community were arrested yesterday."

"You're not Jewish, so what does it matter to you?"

"But they are all my neighbors, I can't bear it."

"Think too much, German soldiers all over the street, what else do you want to do?"

The Jews were arrested, and Hoffa subconsciously turned his head to look at the newsstand.

Sure enough, several big words were published in the newspaper——Jewish residents in Paris will be transferred to a fixed gathering point before the 29th.

Hoffa stared at the typesetting for a few seconds, then picked up the newspaper and read it. The news was roughly the specific policies of France's persecution of Jews under German control.

Originally, he had heard this news on the radio long ago, but after watching it, Hoffa's hairs suddenly stood on end, and goose bumps fell all over the floor.

After finishing the newspaper, he began to search quickly at the newsstand. After searching for a long time, he asked the owner of the newsstand.

"Excuse me, is this the latest newspaper today?"

"What day's newspaper isn't the latest one?"

The owner of the newsstand was smoking a cigarette and talking lazily with his legs crossed on the table.

"What about the September 1st paper?"

Hoffa asked.

The newsstand owner poked his head out from behind an adult magazine in surprise: "What September 1st?"

"September 1st's paper, today's paper."

Hoffa stressed.

The owner of the newsstand blew out a smoke ring: "Are you crazy, do you want to buy it or not?"

Hoffa put down the paper and shook his head.

"Then don't interfere with my business here. Where can I get the September 1st newspaper on the 28th?"

After speaking, he took out a feather duster and waved it angrily a few times. "Go! Go! Go."

Dodging the feather duster, Hoffa was no longer in the mood to be as knowledgeable as a passerby at the moment. He dragged Chloe back a few steps in a trance, and leaned on the bench on the street.

No, no, no, today is already September 1st, and I was a little bit emotional because I didn't go to school at this time, how could it be August 28th.

He could no longer remain calm, and patted Chloe's face vigorously: "What's the situation?"

Chloe, who was slapped in the face, shook her head and opened her eyes, looking angry and weak.

But now Hoffa couldn't care less, grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her vigorously.

"Who are you and where are we?"

"Don't shake. Don't shake"

Chloe covered her head and whispered.

Hoffa let go, and it took a while for Chloe to regain her strength. She glanced at her watch, sighed and said hoarsely, "Backflow"

"Backflow? What are you talking about?"

"Turn back in time and we are now two days ago."