Chapter 212:12

Hoffa rubbed his temples and stared at the ceiling of the coffee shop with a headache. There hung clusters of silver stars, suspended by clear nylon fishing line from scarlet suede, with a dragon or yin-yang symbol printed in the center, and the lights shone on them, refracting them in distorted light.

He realized that he was once again in an unknown situation. The crisis came so swiftly and covertly that there was no room for him to prepare.

Chloe still has a conscience, she comforted: "Don't be so pessimistic, if you can make my magic power go berserk again within two days, then things will be very simple."

"Magic power is rampant."

"Aren't you also a wizard, this should not be difficult for you."

Hoffa didn't speak, he stroked his chin and thought. He has a very simple way to restore Chloe's magic power. He himself is a person who lacks magic power, so he has prepared some magic power recovery potions.

But he has no experience at all in letting the magic go wild. In the three years at Hogwarts, he has been learning to control the magic accurately all the time. Never tried to let magic violence go by. "

"Why, is there nothing you can do?"

"Shut up! I'm thinking."

"Every minute you think about, you are getting closer to death," Chloe reminded.

"Shut up!"

Hoffa said angrily: "I was thinking, can the magic recovery potion work?"

"Do you have it? The amount must be quite large."

Chloe said firmly.

"I have."

Hoffa stood up without hesitation, "I'll get it, you wait here for me."

Chloe also stood up, "I'll go with you."

"Can you go?"

Hoffa asked suspiciously.

"If you can't go, you have to go," Chloe pointed out the window: "I'm like a lamb to be slaughtered here alone."

Hoffa followed her fingers just in time to see tanks rumbling down the street.

Behind the tanks, dozens of soldiers escorted hundreds of unkempt Jews down the street.

Seeing this scene, Hoffa's eyes dimmed.

"Okay, follow me, don't get lost."

Probably because of the meal, the relationship between the two was not as stiff as when they first met. When they left the coffee shop, it was almost night.

Passing through layers of checkpoints and outposts, they came to the outskirts of Paris.

The metal pipes and chimneys hovering on the ground and mid-air like rugged snakes can be seen by the eyes. The huge demand brought about by the war made these suburban factories like giant beasts at full speed, constantly devouring metal and coal.

When they came to the outskirts densely covered with factories, the sky was already completely dark, and there was a heavy rain in the hot and humid night sky, making people very uncomfortable with the wetness.

Standing in a canopy downstairs of his factory, Hoffa said to Chloe, "You wait for me here, and I'll get the potion."

Chloe looked around, and asked with some concern: "Is it safe here? Right now, ** wizards are looking for me all over the street."

Hoffa stared at the gray rain and fog outside the canopy, and thought for a while: "It should be safe. I have rarely seen German troops come to such a place where the birds don't shit." He paused: "I will be back in ten minutes." ,it does not matter."

"Okay, you go and come back quickly."

Chloe said: "But you have to remember, it's best not to meet yourself, let alone someone you know."

"What kind of rule is this?"

"Have you ever met yourself?" Chloe asked back.

"No."

Hoffa shook his head.

"That's right, everything that has happened is unchangeable and irreversible. It is most reasonable that there should be only one you in a time and space. If your existence is seen by yourself, then the resulting Unreasonable consequences, no one can predict, the only thing that can be known, probably is that your body's disintegration speed will reach the limit."

"Okay." Hoffa agreed.

Then he disappeared into the air.

Chloe watched Hoffa disappear into the rain, sighed, and sat on the bench under the awning. This is probably a bus stop sign that has not been used for a long time, and the surrounding area is sparsely populated.

After sitting for a while, bored, she dangled her legs and began to hum some unintelligible ditties.

At this time, an old black Mercedes-Benz sedan slipped out of the rain curtain without a sound, its orange headlights were on, like a ghost wandering in this factory area.

The black car drove past the stop sign about 50 meters away, then turned around and returned to the awning.

The window rolled down, revealing a hooded figure behind him.

"Hello, Mademoiselle Flamel."

When Chloe, who was humming, saw the hooded man approaching Chi Chi, cold sweat broke out immediately, and she got up and ran.

On the other side, on the wall of the factory, Hoffa climbed like a gecko. His daily work place is located on the second floor of the factory, but after being reminded by Chloe, he didn’t dare to take the normal route, so he went directly from the factory The external sewage pipe climbed up.

Coming out of the window of his office, he carefully looked inside.

Then, he saw a scene that made him unforgettable all his life.

In that old office, the guy exactly like himself was writing and drawing at the desk.

An old-fashioned radio on the table was playing a dull old-fashioned German song, Lily Marlene.

"Vor der Kaserne"

"Vor dem groen Tor"

"Stand eine Laterne"

“Und steht sie noch davor”

"So woll'n wir uns da wieder seh'n"

"Bei der Laterne wollen wir steh'n"

"Wie einst Lili Marleen"

"This song is really poisonous."

He muttered to himself, looking at himself from the window, this feeling was so weird and novel, Hoffa couldn't help but look at himself a few more times.

Just looking at it, the self three days ago seemed to notice something, and he suddenly looked up.

Hoffa immediately ducked into Ghost Walk, avoiding his gaze. But the other self didn't let it go, he got up and went to the window, looking outside wonderingly.

Then, just separated by a wall, the self from two days ago poked his head out from behind the window. At this moment, there was a sharp pain in his arm, and the sharp pain was like cutting flesh with a sharp knife.

He rolled up his sleeves and looked.

The middle part of the entire forearm turned into crystals.

Not only that, but there were faint pains in his lower abdomen, thighs, and many places. Even if he didn't look at it, Hoffa knew it. The time flare was expanding on himself, and he was becoming more and more illogical.

Although he didn't know what would happen if he jumped out now, he reckoned that if he was seen by him, this flare would swallow him instantly.

It's too dangerous.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and leaned against the wall, not daring to breathe.

He thought to himself that it was also a time shift, why the future Harry and Hermione would not have to bear any side effects, but he himself was like a beast drinking blood, suffering direct damage from the laws of the world.

Hoffa looked around for a while two days ago, but saw nothing, so he went back to his place, writing and drawing. During this process, he did not dare to move.

After about five minutes, until the drizzle drenched the body, there were knocks on the door in the room.

He turned his head slightly, and saw himself standing up and opening the door two days ago.

Norbert, who was covered in rain, walked into the room: ""This damn weather, it's raining endlessly. "

Groaning loudly, he took off his rubber boots and poured rain.

"Is anyone following?"

Two days ago, Hoffa held the woven bag and asked while locking the door.

"No."

Noble picked up a pot of water, gulped it down, and then touched his mouth: "Leave the door locked, we'll go out later."

"Stay out, what's the matter?"

"There's something to take care of."

"Merlin's beard, are you really determined to learn alchemy?"

"Where did you just go? It took so long to buy supplies?"

"East District, I took a job."

"Me or us?"

"We, we."

The two were talking inside the house, and Hoffa was anxiously scratching his heart outside. He had never felt that Norber was so wordy before. You know, every second that passes, your body is one step closer to disintegration.

"Durant, the Wolf of the East? That agent from Germany?"

"That's right, that idiot who stole our weapons. He knows I've been looking for him and wants to strike first."

"He's pretty smart."

"It's very clever, but it's too careless. You know, I caught him by the tail this time. In March of this year, he bought a bar in the East District, specially recruiting women who escaped from the Jewish Quarter."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go."

Finally, after the conversation between Norber and Hoffa in the house, the two packed up their equipment and left with the door.

As soon as they left, Hoffa outside breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the window and jumped in from the outside without even caring about the rain.

He walked quickly to the desk, opened the drawer and rummaged through it. Soon, he found two tubes of spare mana recovery potions and put them in his pocket, hurried over the window and walked out.

Steal your own things.

How crazy, Hoffa thought.

When passing by the factory building, several workers raised their heads wonderingly, staring at Hoffa who was passing by hurriedly. Noticing their gazes, Hoffa immediately flashed into the shadows. He thought to himself that when he walked forward, an identical guy appeared on his back. These workers must have seen hell.

No matter what, I got the potion, and then I just need to take the potion for Chloe, and I can return to my own time and space.

But when Hoffa hurried back to the canopy separated from Chloe, the nun disappeared.

Where did this guy go?

He looked around on tiptoe in some puzzlement, but he didn't see Chloe, but instead saw a colorful gasoline mark on the rainy ground.

There are cars parked here.

This detail made him feel a little uncomfortable.

At the same time, the scene he saw two days ago flashed in his mind. He saw a woman stuffed into a car with her mouth covered in the rain.

This flashback image was like a strong signal light, igniting his adrenaline, and he secretly thought that something was wrong.

Oops! It turned out to be her.!

I didn't think much about it at the time, but now I know the whole story.

He jumped up, stepped on the canopy and jumped onto the road sign more than ten meters high, looking into the distance.

Sure enough, he saw the faintly visible taillights in the rain curtain in the distance, and they had almost disappeared.

Thump, heart stopped beating.

Fear strikes like a forgotten old friend. Simple, primal fear. He has lived in peace for a long time, and has almost forgotten this real fear. If Chloe was taken away, it was absolutely impossible for him to find her within forty-eight hours.

The only thing waiting for him is annihilation.