215 Chapter 15, Transformation

Hoffa didn't dare to ink, he put on his gloves, grabbed Chloe's arm and ran away.

He ran very fast and could even catch up with the car, but the situation was completely opposite to the last time he chased the car. Last time he faced a black wizard, but this time he was a bloody beast hunted by dogs.

Crowds of wizards in black robes appeared and appeared in the streets,

"He can't run!" a man shouted, "Anker, let's go!"

"good!"

Two wizards galloped out of the darkness on thestrals, speeding up towards Hoffa. Amidst the screams, the two wizards pulled out their wands together.

They flicked their wands, and the spell pulled out a grid of tangled grids, which dragged across and swept towards him, intending to catch them all at once.

Looking at the power grid that was swaying towards him, the sprinting Hoffa crushed the ground with one foot, stopped abruptly, and dragged Chloe to rush in another direction.

At the same time, there was a piercing sound of dog barking in the darkness, and a two-headed vicious dog the size of a lion rushed out of the darkness. Their bodies were filled with black smoke, their eyes glowed red, and they were full of sharp teeth. His mouth was dripping with saliva, and he rushed forward with a stench.

The two turned left and right and rushed into a small alley. The exits of the left and right alleys were full of vicious dogs. Because of the fast running, those ferocious creatures couldn't brake in time, and even rolled to the ground one by one, crashing into a ball, which looked extremely ferocious. terror.

Before the wizard could catch up, the vicious dog bit the gap on the stone wall.

Hoffa took off the gloves and handed them to Chloe.

"Quick, put it on and take me back."

Chloe looked around anxiously: "Don't be here, it won't work here."

"Why not, isn't it good to fight quickly?"

Chloe stomped her feet, "No way, moving in time doesn't change the space. Wherever we leave, we will still appear in the original position when we appear. If they are here waiting for us motionless."

"I see, I know."

Looking at the triple iron gate that was about to be torn apart by the vicious dogs, he bent down.

"Come on my back."

"What?"

"It's too late to explain, hurry up."

Chloe wrapped her arms around Hoffa's neck and jumped on his back.

Boom boom boom! !

The triple iron gate was completely torn to pieces by the two-headed vicious dogs, and they roared and rushed into the alley.

With Chloe on his back, Hoffa jumped high, kicked a bitten dog's head away, stepped on the dog's nose in the swirling saliva, and jumped up the tall building. At this moment, his eyes were completely covered with gold.

The sky was covered with swirling dark clouds, and the air was filled with the dry heat before the heavy rain.

A golden streak grew from the back of his hand and gradually covered his whole body. Countless slender feathers grew out of his arms, and they were colorful and extremely gorgeous.

At the same time, two huge white bones pierced out from his back, and the white bones were instantly covered by muscles and feathers.

Looking at the tassel-like feathers in her hand, Chloe, who hugged Hoffa's neck, was stunned. She had never seen such a gorgeous and exaggerated transformation technique.

"My magic power won't last long, you hold onto it!"

Hoffa finally turned his head and spoke.

Chloe nodded vigorously.

The Thunderbird completely completed its transformation, kicked off the ground, and soared into the sky.

On the ground, the dogs looked at the moon and whimpered wildly and piercingly.

The Gestapo colonel and the German black wizard who came to chase the shop all rushed over, and the ground was full of black Mercedes-Benz cars parked in a mess.

The door of one of the cars was slammed open, and the Gestapo Müller Mans in a black uniform looked at the sky with a frantic gleam in his eyes:

"Sure enough, the magical Agmanis is exactly the same as in the information. Se is really a beautiful and terrifying creature, catch it!!"

The wizards who received the order drew out their wands one after another. In the distance, countless huge black bats screamed and smashed through the glass of countless buildings, and quickly swooped towards the ground. The black wizards quickly jumped on the backs of the giant bats. Grab the mane behind their well-developed necks.

The huge black bat flapped its broken and transparent black fleshy wings, and flew straight into the sky at a speed no slower than the thunderbird. The number is more than a hundred times that of Thunderbird.

They surrounded them from all directions, and the dark wizard riding on the bat arched his back and kept swinging his wand.

All of a sudden, various spells shone in the sky. They glowed blindingly against the deep blue night, like a splendid and dangerous fireworks display.

The Thunderbird kept changing directions, its huge body as sensitive as a falcon.

Chloe lay on Thunderbird's back and screamed, "Can you get smaller, we are a living target!"

"hiss!"

Thunderbird let out a long cry.

He flew straight into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

Like vultures smelling decay, the bats behind them uttered high-pitched chirps and chased after them.

Going out of the clouds is like a blue whale jumping out of the sea.

Under the huge full moon, the Thunderbird drew a beautiful arc in the air at 360 degrees. Under the effect of the ghost walk, it disappeared and flew backwards, passing by countless wizards riding bats.

When Chloe turned her head, she saw the countless bat swarms rushing into the dark clouds, and went in the opposite direction to them. Knowing that those people were deceived by Hoffa, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In just ten seconds, they flew tens of kilometers.

After breaking away from the concealment of ghost walking, a high tower quickly enlarged in the eyes of the two.

That is the Eiffel Tower in Paris, built in 1889, one of the tallest buildings in the world, more than 300 meters high.

Since he didn't dare to consume any more magic power, Hoffa released his transformation before flying to the range of the tower.

So, amidst Chloe's screams, the two fell on the viewing platform of the iron tower like meteors.

Click!

After tumbling twice, Hoffa crouched on the edge of the 300-meter-high tower, gasping for air. He felt that one of his ribs might be broken.

Before he had time to check his injuries, he put down Chloe and put the gloves on her arms.

"Hurry up."

When speaking, more than half of his body became transparent, arms, thighs, neck, and even half of his head.

Not only is it transparent, but his body is still peeling off some crystal fragments, and the price of going against time has become more and more unbearable.

Seeing Hoffa who was about to collapse, Chloe quickly closed her eyes.

Twice as if I was constipated. Then he opened his eyes again, and said anxiously with a bitter face: "It's useless, I can't do it."

"Why can't it be done?"

Hoffa was stunned.

"The magic power is not enough."

Chloe held out her palm.

Hoffa took a closer look with his only remaining one eye, and the scale on the glove showed 0.5X, only half of a normal adult wizard.

He whispered inwardly that he had consumed too much mana in order to escape the pursuit of the evil wizard just now.

The crystal fragments peeled off faster, and with a gust of night wind blowing from the top of the tower, countless scattered fragments appeared around his body, which looked instantly beautiful.

In the distance, the black witch who did not find Hoffa and Chloe turned back, accompanied by countless bats, they were like evil spirits in the night, covering the sky and the sun.

"Hoffa, what to do. What to do?"

Chloe grabbed his arm, her eyes were red with anxiety.

"It's okay, hold my hand." Hoffa said, at this time, he calmed down instead.

Chloe quickly grabbed Hoffa's right hand.

He closed his eyes, meditated in his heart, blood bloomed.

Life is transformed into magic power, and the pointer on the magic glove rotates rapidly. The magic power is transmitted from Hoffa's body to the glove, recharges the glove, and then is transmitted from the glove to Chloe's body.

In an instant, Chloe's eyes turned from lavender to pure white, and her expression became extremely painful.

The swarm of bats in the distance seemed to sense something, and they quickly surrounded the iron tower.

With blood-like tears flowing down from Chloe's eyes, a flash of lightning flashed, and the two disappeared at the top of the Eiffel Tower at the same time.

The swarm of bats came around the iron tower and circled for a week, but found nothing, so they dispersed and scattered in all directions.

The scorching sun shines on the thick steel rods, which are almost hot enough to fry eggs.

The high temperature scorched the boys and girls on the top of the tower until one of them groaned with difficulty.

Hoffa wakes up from the dizziness of weightlessness. He thinks he has had a strange and crazy dream. In that dream, he went back in time and stole his own things.

Standing up slowly, there are chirping and cheerful birds chirping in my ears, and some sparrows are jumping on the iron tower, as if they can't feel the high temperature of this hot summer.

Turning around, the girl with wine red hair was lying beside her, motionless.

Seeing Chloe, Hoffa stood up like an electric shock, and threw off his clothes. Although his body was red and swollen from the high temperature, those terrible transparent time flares had disappeared, and he returned to his own time.

call.

He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the viewing platform at a height of 300 meters.

Rubbing his hair, he smiled with relief.

"Ouch."

A groan came from beside him.

It turned out that Chloe woke up.

She climbed up from the steel viewing platform with a tired face, supported her waist like an eighty-year-old woman, and sighed: "The headache is dead."

Looking at the red marks on the opponent's face from the sun-burned steel bars after the high temperature in summer, Hoffa couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Hoffa smiling, Chloe touched her face and said angrily, "Why are you laughing, you have it on your face too."

"Ha ha."

Hoffa pointed at her, unable to stop laughing.

Chloe stretched out her hand and hit him softly a few times, and then laughed on the top of the tower.

After laughing for a long time, the two of them sat on the Eiffel Tower, looking at the bustling streets below and the blue and white foamy Seine River, and there was no sound.

So far, they escaped from the pursuit of evil wizards and the ruthless rule of time.

However, after returning to safety, Hoffa rarely developed a strange emotion.

It's been a year, and he still dreams of Hogwarts, with hopes that fade night after night. No matter how many corners he turns and how many lanes he takes in Paris or Berlin, he will still see that school and those horrible experiences in his sleep.

This crazy time adventure brought back memories he'd been reluctant to think about, and opened him up to some terrifying possibilities.

He shook his head vigorously in the hot sunlight, trying to dispel that crazy thought, but it was in vain, the thought spread like a virus, occupying his entire brain in an instant.

"Chloe?" Hoffa called softly.

The nun looked at him curiously.

"How far in the past can you go?"

"How far?"

"It's the longest."

"Two or three days, it's not certain, I can't control how long it will be."

After a pause, Chloe said softly: "If you ask about the longest time, it was when I was six years old, the first time my magic power went berserk, and I went back to a week ago."

"Only two or three days?"

Hoffa's eyes dimmed.

The two were silent for a while, and Chloe asked curiously, "What are you thinking, Mr. Bach?"

Hoffa looked up, "Nothing."

(The flames start to burn again in his eyes.)

"By the way, what's the relationship between you and Uh Fatil Drasses?"

"Relationship?" Chloe shook her head. "I have nothing to do with him. I have never met him. I only know that he is the newly appointed Minister of Magic."

"Then why did he ask someone to send you to London?"

Chloe rolled her eyes: "My great-great-great-great-grandfather was there. He is my only relative."

"Nico Flamel?"

"Yes, he is currently in charge of a project for the Ministry of Magic. I don't know what it is, but I heard that the Minister of Magic personally appointed him."

Project Fatil personally appointed.

Hoffa looked at Chloe, and suddenly understood the man's thoughts, or possible thoughts. The thought was alluring, yet terrifying.

He licked his lower lip and almost blurted out: "I'll take you back."

As soon as the words came out, Chloe opened her mouth in surprise: "Huh?"

"I'll take you back."

Hoffa repeated hoarsely: "There are many dangers between the British Isles and France. Believe me, without my protection, you will never be able to go to London."

"No. Why did you suddenly... Didn't you still resist before?"

"Before."

Hoffa scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Isn't it a misunderstanding before? I'm sorry that I mistook you for a thief."

"Aren't you going to Africa?"

"I don't want to go, well, I haven't been back to England for a long time. It's just right, let's stop by to see my friends."

Hoffa looked at Chloe's shoulder and said.

Chloe tilted her head and looked into Hoffa's eyes. After watching for a while, she folded her arms: "Why, if you want to send it, will I promise you to send it?"

"Ah, we thought we were friends already." Hoffa held out his hand cheekily.

Chloe laughed, curled her lips, completely ignoring Hoffa's outstretched palm.

"Come on, Mr. Bach. You can send me there if you want, but it's not necessary to be friends. We only knew each other for less than two days."

"It's okay." Hoffa withdrew his palm, "However, if you divide it according to the time axis, it should be four days."

"I know time better than you do."

Chloe said solemnly, "You can send me back if you want, but I have a request."

"any request."

"You can't kill."

Chloe said seriously and seriously.

Hoffa was taken aback. He looked at Chloe's clothes and wondered how he met such an idealistic guy.

After struggling in this world for more than a year, he was no longer that careless student in Hogwarts. Besides, there are so many black witches in the border area between Britain and France, it would be too idealistic to go back without killing one.

If someone else said it, Hoffa would probably scoff at the first moment and tell him to get out.

But he didn't want to give up that crazy possibility at all.

"Okay, I promise you." He looked at his toes.

"real?"

Chloe couldn't hide a smile from the corner of her mouth, but Hoffa, who had a dark heart, lowered his head.

"Do you still want to go down?"

"Then do you want to carry me off the tower first, Mr. Bodyguard?"

Leaving the Eiffel Tower, Hoffa and Chloe returned to the pier by the Seine.

Hoffa wants to find Norber and tell him about his plan.

However, when he returned to the pier, he found that the place was deserted and deserted, and it was no longer bustling like before. There was still a wooden strip at the entrance of the pier, with the words [Order and Prohibition] written on it.

The entire pier was sealed off.

"When we left, there were not many people here?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Now is not the time for us to leave," Chloe covered the sun with her hands, "the day when we left was not so bright."

"That is now."

"September 3rd, we're two days away."

Chloe pointed to the bulletin board in the distance and said.

Hoffa walked to the bulletin board, only to see a newly posted notice posted on the bulletin board.

[The hurricane is approaching, and the harbor is closed from September 3rd to October 1st. 】The time and the stamp of the weather station are also pasted under the notice. The time shows that today is September 3rd.

"September 3rd, does that mean we're running into the future again?" Hoffa was shocked.

"No,"

Chloe shook her head: "This is the time of synchronization. We have stayed in the past for two days, and the arrow of time is still moving forward during these two days. The time we lost must be deducted in the future, or in other words, compensated until the lost time during the time.

After experiencing the adventure of time, Hoffa almost understood what Chloe meant. Time is not a free gift for living creatures. On the contrary, it is precise, ruthless, and cold.

However, such deep-seated things are not what Hoffa needs to consider now. He still has many practical problems to deal with. At this moment, due to the time difference, they lost contact with their companions.

If it was September 3rd now, he would have been missing for two full days.

So according to the original plan, Norbert should have gone to Africa, while Delphine had gone to England.

There is no mobile phone these days, so it is impossible for him to make a call and ask where Noble is. Besides, he didn't know whether Norber would agree to his crazy plan. If that guy was by his side, he would probably say that this matter had nothing to do with him.

Chloe on the side looked at the pier with a sad face, and muttered to himself, "What should I do, do you have an owl?"

"No." Hoffa said honestly.

"Are you considered a wizard too? Aren't Hogwarts students man-made owls?"

"Don't be poor."

Hoffa looked at the empty pier and said, "We've got to get a boat. I can't take you to England without a boat."

"That's not easy."

Chloe said, "Where are there boats here?"

"We can go to the port of Le Havre in Normandy first. There I have a friend who owes me a favor. I can ask him to borrow a boat."

The next few chapters need to be revised, wait a few days