213 Chapter 13, the Story Behind

"Damn, this is all luck."

Muttering a curse, Hoffa jumped off the road sign and ran wildly.

A group of drunks who were wandering around was broken up by him, one of them screaming in Spanish behind him. He sprinted into the potholed, wet road.

At this moment, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Hoffa didn't even have the intention to prop up the shield to block the rain. While quickly calculating the magic power loss, he quickly converted the magic power to life, increasing his running speed.

The surrounding scenery retreated quickly, and his running speed increased from thirty kilometers per hour to fifty kilometers, and from fifty kilometers to eighty kilometers per hour.

Inside the black old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz car, Chloe's legs and hands were tightly bound at the moment. With a seal on her mouth, she was twisting her body desperately.

The soldier driving saw the rapidly approaching figure in the rearview mirror, was startled, turned his head and said, "Behind!"

A black-robed wizard in the car looked up, and a tracker turned into a blurry phantom, jumping over countless obstacles in the rainstorm.

"Drive your car."

After giving orders to the soldiers, he drew out his wand, opened the sunroof of the car, and slammed his wand at the pursuers behind him.

The purple lightning flashed through the rainstorm, smashing the sewage pipes of the distant factories to pieces.

The violent explosion didn't stop that guy at all, he took advantage of the air waves brought by the explosion, leaped high, and disappeared into the mid-air rain curtain.

Three seconds later, he reappeared and smashed heavily on the roof of the car.

The car running at high speed turned sideways, the wheels idling, and spun wildly on the slippery rainy ground.

The black-robed wizard saw how fast the tracker was. He retracted into the car without hesitation, grabbed Chloe's arm, and was about to disappear.

Apparation was imminent, Hoffa tore open the car door, and quickly grabbed his arm!

Snapped! ! !

The three disappeared into the car at the same time.

The moment it disappeared, the old black car bumped into the statue of Louis XVII on the side of the road, and a burst of sparks exploded.

next second.

The space was distorted, and the three of them appeared near the outpost less than two kilometers away. The moment he appeared, Hoffa punched the lower abdomen of the black robe, and snatched Chloe who was tied into a rice dumpling with his fist, and the black cloth on the nun's mouth was torn apart.

Ahhh! !

The screams almost pierced her eardrums, she was completely out of her mind with fear, all nerves were screaming, and Hoffa covered her mouth. He hugged Chloe horizontally, and flew into the air without much thought.

The black-robed wizard slid more than ten meters on the ground, turned over and got up from the ground, twisted his waist and waved his wand. Chloe in Hoffa's hand seemed to be pulled by an invisible iron chain, she came out of his hand, and flew into the black witch's hand out of thin air.

Hoffa's hands were empty, and he was caught off guard and began to fall. He fell to the pavement, a dull pain in his legs.

Grabbing the target again, the black witch shouted in German: "Catch him!"

All the soldiers staying near the outpost looked over.

Afterwards, they jumped onto the armored vehicle one after another.

Armored vehicles opened fire.

boom! !

The dazzling fireball exploded above the head, and the turbulent sound waves came from above, which felt heart-piercing. Someone hit him with a bomb with a yield of hundreds of tons in the Europa tank, and the entire outpost was drowned in the white noise of the explosion wave.

In the firelight, Hoffa gritted his teeth secretly.

Insane, actually dispatched armored vehicles.

Huge wings protruded from his back, wings of feathers gradually turned to metal by the gunfire.

The cold machine was tireless, and the black witch dragged the writhing Chloe back quickly, shouting as he backed up: "Don't stop, blow him into powder!"

In the artillery fire, the huge shock wave caused blood to ooze from the corner of Hoffa's mouth under his wings. A trace of hostility flashed in his eyes, and he slammed his fist on the ground, no longer caring about saving magic power.

The fist was completely covered by the blue metallic luster, and it became thicker and bigger!

Click! !

The ground cracked countless cracks, and countless sharp thorns pierced through the ground.

A tank that was breathing out flames was lifted up by spikes, overturned, and rushed towards him on its side. Hoffa made a fist with his right arm and smashed it into the barrel.

boom! !

Braving thick flames, the armored vehicle rushed past its companions, flew far away at high speed under the recoil, and crashed into other tanks like a dying flame behemoth.

Hoffa pulled out his fist, the wings on his back quickly faded, and his clothes were burnt, leaving only his underwear.

The wizard who grabbed Chloe flicked his wand violently, a crack was torn out in the void, and a dozen ghost corpses crawled out from the void, and they rushed towards Hoffa with hands and feet, trying to stop his movements.

But with the flashes of lightning, Hoffa used his hands and feet to pass through the siege of the corpse. Under the explosion of huge energy, those ghost corpses were turned into ashes like paper.

Seeing that the opponent was unstoppable, the black witch immediately pushed Chloe forward, and disappeared into the air without hesitation.

Hoffa grabbed Chloe and tore the rope off her body with one hand. At the same time, with wings on its back, it hovered and rushed to the sky, and disappeared into the clouds in an instant. Only the soldiers on the ground were left with their guns, shooting wildly at the remaining flames of the explosion.

On the other side, the cold and damp underground.

The phantom of the black-robed wizard stumbled, he walked through the dark hall, and came to a huge but extremely cold crypt.

In the center of the crypt, there was a cold operating table lying horizontally. On the operating table lay a dismantled man's body in disarray. Half of his jaw had been cut off. He was shot violently. The light of the light shone on the bright red gums and orbicularis muscle, giving the corpse that had been cut off in pieces a certain pink transparent sheen.

Near the operating table, an unusually tall man in black military uniform was smoking a cigar and stabbing the corpse with a long and thin stick. The tip of the stick seemed to carry some kind of electric current. Every time he stabbed it, the cold corpse would twitch. one time.

"...The field of view is too narrow, and the materials available for observation are too scarce. I need more research objects."

The black-clothed officer said slowly: "The werewolf in the eastern district revealed to us the source of the private alchemy weapon tonight. If we track it down, we can definitely find it."

The officer stopped talking suddenly.

More than a dozen wizards in black robes were holding quills, and they were writing down something. When they stopped talking, they followed the officer's eyes in unison.

Saw the unlucky guy leaning on the wall at the entrance.

"I met a fire dragon, Aldo, so embarrassed?"

The officer asked jokingly, and low laughter sounded in the conference room.

The black witch tore off his robe and threw it aside, "Damn it!"

"What's the matter?" asked the officer, "And Flamel, didn't you find it?"

"Hoffa Bach is in France."

The black witch said bitterly: "He robbed the target person."

"What did you say?" The officer in black repeated, "Say it again."

"Golden eyes, gray hair! That Animagus, Hofferbach, he's in France!"

"Bach? That student of Saint Grindelwald?"

"If it's not him, who else?"

The hall fell silent, and a needle drop could be heard for a while. A heated debate ensued among the wizards.

"What is that kid doing here?"

"Hasn't he been missing for almost a year?"

"Why would Grindelwald take a fancy to a guy who hasn't even grown his hair yet?"

"I didn't say that I couldn't kill him, but I have to say, I can kill him if I don't do anything, after all, he is a wizard from the Allied countries."

"quiet!"

With the arm hit the operating table.

The voice of the wizard's debate was suppressed by the voice of the black-clothed officer. I saw him rubbing his chin, his eyes shining with a sharp light.

"I don't care about a student who hasn't finished Hogwarts, I'm just curious, how did he get mixed up with Flamel?"

"who knows,"

The wizard who just came back said: "But I left a magic mark on Chloe Flamel, we can track her."

"Tracking. Magic Agmanis seems to be of great research value." He whispered dreamily for a moment, then raised his head, "You did a good job." The black-clothed officer threw away the baton in his hand

"You guys, take your things and follow me. It's best to get those two people back today."

At this time, one of the subordinates raised his arm.

"Do we still have to track down the batch of private armed forces that Durant turned over?"

The officer sneered: "Do you have a brain problem, can't you tell which one is more valuable?"

Shut up wisely.

Soon, outside the crypt, several black old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz started, and they emitted steaming water mist, galloping past in groups in the rain.

Pantheon area.

The old building, like everything else on the street, awaits the city's tireless sandblasting.

Hoffa landed on a church roof with his arms around Chloe. After the transformation was over, he regained his human form, sat down on the ground quite tiredly, entered a state of meditation without saying a word, and began to recover his magic power.

At this moment, the burning outpost in the distance had disappeared. In less than ten minutes, he squandered his magic power and flew nearly ten kilometers away.

Chloe looked at the naked upper body of the teenager beside him, sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed and some kind of mysterious handprint. Although the crazy battle just lasted less than three minutes, it was crazy like she had never seen before.

The young wizard in front of him, who was about the same age as him, looked gentle, but he had such a violent and crazy side in his bones.

After about thirty minutes, Hoffa slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, Ye Yu had completely drenched him into a drenched chicken.

"Are you okay?" Chloe, who was hiding under the awning, asked tentatively.

"fine."

Hoffa reached into his pocket, trying to take out the potion and give it to Chloe.

But when he reached out to touch it, he found that not to mention the potions, his clothes were all blown away, and those potions, along with his clothes, were shattered in the first wave of explosions.

Although he was able to withstand the bombardment of artillery fire for a short time by transforming, his clothes and potions couldn't. Due to limited conditions, these potions were all packed in ordinary glass bottles.

Looking at their naked upper body, both of them were stunned.

After a long time, Chloe said slowly: "If you are naked like this, you might not be able to call the Flying Curse."

"hateful."

Hoffa slapped his head angrily and pulled his hair.

The rain pattered on his shoulders, making him feel depressed.

"Are you going to die?"

He sighed helplessly.

At this moment, the time flare on his forearm has now expanded to cover his whole body, and there are large and small transparent spots all over his body. Under the indomitable arrow of time, no matter how powerful a wizard is, he is as fragile as an ant.

Chloe stopped talking sarcasticly at this time, she asked in a low voice: "Do you have anything else to restore magic power?

"Where can I look for it? It's not a cold tablet, just buy it casually." Facing the imminent death, Hoffa seemed quite anxious.

"Don't panic, don't panic," Chloe comforted, "There must be a way."

"Method. Method to restore magic power"

Hoffa turned around twice on the spot with his hands behind his back, and suddenly, he stopped.

"Wait a minute, do you know how to construct weapons?"

"Constructing weapons? I don't quite understand."

"Where is the magic crystal, do you know?"

"Then I know. But I heard that special equipment is needed to use that kind of thing."

With renewed hope, Hoffa stood up and muttered, "I get it. I get it"

The potion was broken, and the only way to recover the magic power was the magic power boosting glove in his hand.

When I was making that pair of gloves, I inlaid two magic crystals in it, which contained as much magic power as two adult wizards.

If the energy in that glove is fully released, it must be enough for Chloe to reach the magical runaway.

It's just that the pair of gloves are in my own hands two days ago, and I have to go through a lot of trouble if I want to get them without being discovered by myself.

"What do you unserstand?"

Chloe asked.

Hoffa stood up, walked around twice with an excited face, and then pressed Chloe's shoulder: "Do me a favor."

"What's busy?"

"Help me be a thief."

"You're here again," Chloe opened his hand angrily, "I'm not a thief!"

"No, no, I'm not asking you to steal from others."

"Who is that stealing from?"

"Steal myself, steal me from two days ago."

Chloe froze for a moment, looking at Hoffa with increasingly weird eyes. After a full three seconds, she stood up abruptly, pointed at Hoffa's nose and muttered loudly:

"Well, let me tell you, it turned out that you asked me to be a thief! You still blame me!!"

Hoffa scratched his head in embarrassment, thinking that this is really too much, and he really wronged others.

"I was wrong, it's okay if I was wrong!" Hoffa hurriedly apologized sincerely: "I didn't think of that either."

"It's fine if you're wrong, you're on the street. You're on the street in front of so many people!" Chloe became angrier as she spoke, reaching out to hit Hoffa.

Hoffa stood still with a smile on his face.

But Chloe's raised arm didn't fall down after all. She looked at the time flare that was gradually expanding on Hoffa's chest, stomped her feet angrily, and put down her hand.

"Oh, okay, okay, I promise you, but you have to find a place first, let me put on makeup."

"make up?"

"Nonsense," Chloe pointed to her nose: "Without makeup, what should I do if I am recognized by a German wizard again?"

An hour later, East End.

Durant Bar.

The adrenaline he got at the outpost had faded, and Hoffa only felt that his body temperature was so low that he was numb. He knew that there were several pimps' studios in the back alley of the bar. But if you want to get in, you have to spend a little bit of trouble.

Hoffa led Chloe to squeeze in from the group of dancers at the back door of the bar, and heard someone whispering, "How can there be a guy with that kind of dress."

"Hmph, no matter how holy a woman is, she is still a woman after all."

"Occupation has nothing to do with sex, hum."

Following the sound, four or five dancers gathered under the eaves in the dense smoke, smoking cigarettes with empty faces. They turned a blind eye to Hoffa, who was only wearing a pair of ragged trousers, but stared firmly at Chloe, who was wearing monastery clothes. On their faces painted with thick smoky makeup, there were pairs of disdainful eyes hidden in the depths of something. An imperceptible jealousy and loathing.

Hoffa shrugged and walked over to greet them.

"Yo, good evening."

The girl on the right giggled and poked him: "You can kidnap all the girls in the monastery, or did you just borrow a suit?"

"Not only borrowed the clothes, but also put on makeup for her later."

Hoffa said.

"You really know how to play, why don't you melt it for me too."

She pinched the fireworks and made a poss, which caused the laughter of the other dancers to rise an octave. Chloe frowned and turned her head away.

"It's been a long night." Hoffa patted her on the shoulder and pointed to the dressing table in the room: "I'm sorry, that person is definitely not you. Please go to the side for a rest, I want to borrow your dressing table, okay?"

The smoke sprayed on Hoffa's face, the meaning was clear.

"Here." He fumbled in the pocket of his leather jacket, found a crumpled fifty-dollar bill, subconsciously smoothed it on the trouser leg and folded it in four before handing it to her.

She looked Hoffa in the eye, then at the banknote he handed over, and gave a slight pooh without moving her lips, but took the money and walked away.

Five or six times in the same way, the locker room became empty.

"You're quite proficient, isn't it the first time?"

Chloe asked disgustedly.

"Whatever you want."

Hoffa leaned on a chair beside him and said lazily, "Let's get started."

"cut."

Chloe snorted coldly, sat in front of the mirror and sorted out the messy food residues and messy unknown objects, and then started to make up. Taking advantage of this gap, Hoffa took a look at her real appearance from the corner of her eye.

She was young, with lavender eyes, soft wine red hair, and three-dimensional facial features of typical European women. His complexion was pale, and his lips were not very bloody, which was not very healthy.

But it would be incorrect to describe her as the beauty of decadent gothic art. The way she sat on the chair and looked at the mirror earnestly made Hoffa think of woodpeckers, the kind of creatures that are also so focused when facing trees.

As the makeup on her face gradually took shape, her real appearance gradually disappeared. She first put pockmarks on her face, then added scars around the eyes, and snapped her fingers after adding the scars.

Under the deformation effect of magic power, those scars became very real, and she was extremely skilled, obviously this was not the first time she had done such a thing.

"Others put on makeup to make it beautiful, but you make it ugly."

Hoffa on the side said, "I really feel sorry for you."

"You can pull it down."

Chloe glared at Hoffa in the mirror: "It's good to survive, and I still care about beauty and ugliness."

"Yeah, it's not easy to survive."

Hoffa withdrew his eyes, and sneaked through the door with a little interest to look at his other self in the bar hall. The power of time rules clearly flows in every tiny corner of his body, while crystallizing his body, it also changes the structure of his retina.

He could seem to see the passage of countless tiny scratches on the dull brown painted tabletop. The decor of the bar is from the last century, a mix of traditional French and pale Milanese woodwork, except that everything seems to be covered with a thin film, as if every mirror and wood surface that was ever polished has suffered a million Customers ravaged, enveloped in something that could never be wiped off.

He never cared about these things before, but now he discovered that these most inconspicuous things contain the most stubborn power, just like mantises can survive tens of millions of years after the extinction of dinosaurs.

arrow of time

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the scene he saw two days ago.

The werewolf Durant used several women as tooth sacrifices in his darkroom. Although he saved a few, one of them was eaten. If I had acted faster at that time, or Norber had acted faster, maybe one less person would have died.

if

He straightened up slightly from the back of the chair.

Is it possible to change history by yourself?