274 Chapter 74, Fatil's Plan

"Is it okay to go in?"

Beside a red public phone booth somewhere on the street, Hoffa held an umbrella and asked Miranda, "Can I get there with a phone call?"

At this moment, it was snowing heavily, and the whole of London was covered in white. As long as pedestrians go out, they can only see the part above their knees. This is a rare heavy snow in history. Both had snow on their shoulders, and no one could be seen on the road.

"It's not that simple." Miranda stood beside the phone booth, "Every visitor has to be reported."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the phone and turned the dial a few times. After waiting for a few seconds, a man's indifferent voice sounded from the other side of the phone booth, "Ministry of Magic, please tell me your name and what you are going to do."

"Miranda Gorshack. Adbe Gorshack left something in the office, I'll help him get it."

"Understood," the man said in a cold voice, "show me your ID, and I'll start the elevator for you right away."

Ding Lingling, the number pad in front of him for dialing numbers turned into another coin machine. Miranda hung up the phone and fumbled for a brass coin.

"Show me." Hoffa held out his hand, looking at the brass coin.

"Why? What's so interesting about this." Miranda was confused, and was about to put the coin into the phone.

"Don't rush down."

Hoffa covered the coin slot, "We have to discuss something to prevent any uncontrollable situation below."

Miranda: "What is it?"

Hoffa withdrew his hand and shrugged: "For example, the Ministry of Magic is so big, how can I find the position of the Minister of Magic?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I know the location, just follow me, it's on the first floor, but you have to go deep to find it." Miranda said, she put her brass coin into the phone again She was stuffed into the metal chute, but Hoffa stopped her again. He had a hesitant look: "Will there be a lot of people down there? Are they going to face heavy investigation?"

Miranda frowned and looked at Hoffa: "There must be interrogation, ordinary visitors, and access wizards will also ask you why, let alone entering the office of the Minister of Magic, but wouldn't you know the magical disillusionment spell?" , we are sure not to be discovered."

"Yes," Hoffa muttered, suddenly looked behind Miranda, and exclaimed, "Professor Adebe!?"

Miranda turned her head quickly, but could only see the vast expanse of white snow.

"sorry."

A companion's voice came from behind.

She turned her head in a very quick reaction, and immediately held the palm that hit the back of her head in the air. At the same time, she put the hand holding the brass coin behind her back without hesitation, and said through gritted teeth: "I knew you had no good intentions. I agreed to find Fatil, but when I got there, I kept talking nonsense to me!"

"Give me the coin," Hoffa said helplessly, "Good boy."

"Don't even think about it"

Miranda gradually felt the weight of the wrist she was holding, as if what she was holding was not a human hand, but the boom of a crane, "Don't think about leaving me behind!"

"I can't take any more risks." Hoffa raised his arms and kissed Miranda's forehead. "When the war is over, you can go with me wherever you want."

Miranda was stunned by Hoffa's sudden move, and blushed instantly. At the moment when she was distracted, the snow on the ground swirled up, locking her legs tightly.

Hoffa held Miranda's shoulders, turned her around forcibly, snatched the coin from Miranda's hand, and clapped his palms together.

Outside the phone booth, countless snow accumulations formed a secret room in the blink of an eye. He pushed Miranda out of the phone booth and into the secret room.

Miranda came to her senses, raised her leg and rushed towards the ice-snow chamber.

Ka Ka Ka!

The snow has turned into countless shackles of ice, just like the central bank's vault, tightly sealing the small secret room.

Boom boom boom! !

There was a frantic knocking sound from inside the phone booth.

And the sound of spells striking steel shackles.

"Asshole!"

"Bach you bastard!!"

"The biggest mistake in my life was meeting you"

"I'm very glad to meet you." Hoffa posted outside the secret room, and said gently to the locked Miranda: "You rest here for one night, and when the sun rises, the magic will naturally be released."

"Go to hell! I don't know you anymore!"

"You don't understand anything, you don't understand anything!"

"Unless you open this door, don't appear in front of me in this life!"

"Hey, hello, do you hear that?"

A dull voice came from the secret room, Hoffa did not speak, he stepped back into the phone booth, closed the door, and Miranda's voice was never heard again.

He slipped Miranda's brass coin into the phone. The floor of the phone booth immediately trembled. He sank slowly into the ground as the snow-covered sidewalk rose higher and higher outside the glass windows of the phone booth. At last it was dark over his head, and he could see nothing but the monotonous, harsh grinding of the phone box as it sank into the ground.

Hoffa looked calm and calm, with his hands behind his back.

After about a minute, the elevator fell to the ground with a slight vibration. A pale white light hit his feet, then gradually widened and expanded to cover his body. It was the light after the elevator doors opened.

"Merry Christmas, Goshack."

A voice came from above, ethereal and indifferent.

Following the sound, Hoffa could see the wizard sitting tall behind the counter. He looked like a tall nesting bird, wearing a pointed hat, sitting upright, staring at the open door in confusion. elevator.

From his perspective, the elevator did indeed open, but there was no one in it.

Hoffa did not disturb the wizard on duty, he had already escaped into the shadow world by ghost walking. Five years ago, Ghost Walk, which was almost overdrawn once it was used, can be used almost infinitely at night five years later.

Passing through the confused wizard on duty sitting on the high platform, he came to an empty hall. The hall is full of fireplaces all the way forward, left and right. They are embedded in the wood, empty, like tombstones one after another.

The floor is a dark, polished wooden floor. The peacock-blue ceiling was inlaid with dull gold symbols, motionless. If it is the past, if it is the future, there must be crowds of people coming and going in this fireplace, and the flames dance endlessly.

But on this Christmas Eve night, there was no one to be seen in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, only some pale lighting from the peacock-blue ceiling shone on the empty fireplaces, hitting the ground, forming elongated shadows one after another.

lifeless.

It's on the first floor, but you have to go deep inside to find it.

Thinking of Miranda's words, he walked straight inside. After passing through the fireplace hall, Hoffa came to a deep corridor.

This corridor is completely different from the ones above. It has no doors or windows, and the lower part is a black corridor that people can walk on.

At the top, there are countless gargoyles carved out of marble. Those gargoyles perch on high places, with their wings spread out and their arms raised, in different postures, as if they are holding something invisible.

At night, although Hoffa can use the ghost walk indefinitely, the ghost walk lasts only ten seconds. If he uses it up and then enters, there will be an interval of about one second.

In this second, he will pass out of the shadow world and return to the real world. In the past, shades of gray and white were indistinguishable from the real world, just a different color.

But this time, there was an accident.

For the first time in the shadow world, he saw another creature other than himself.

It is resting on the top of countless gargoyles, dragging its long tail, and has a snout like a crocodile. Its body is about ten meters long and transparent. Its sharp claws rest on the heads of those gargoyles. rest.

Seeing the creature, Hoffa subconsciously withdrew from the shadow world, intending to act first. But when he exited the shadow world, the creature disappeared.

There was nothing above the raised hands of countless gargoyles.

Entering the shadow world again, the sleeping creature has already woken up. It straightened up, lying on a high place, staring directly at Hoffa with gray and colorless eyes, and there was some horror in the eyes.

Hoffa moved.

Like a lizard that sensed danger, that guy slid down from countless gargoyle sculptures, and disappeared into the depths of the corridor at an extremely fast speed.

The moment the transparent strange dragon-shaped creature slipped away, blue light shone in the eyes of those tall gargoyle sculptures, and they spread their wings with a click, and the dust fell straight away, and they all came alive. And twisted his hard head, staring at Hoffa in the shadows.

"There's something strange." Hoffa thought to himself, he was able to detect himself in the shadows, and he really deserved to be the Ministry of Magic.

All the gargoyles in the corridor came alive, and they crawled over with a rattling sound, with great momentum. Hoffa didn't want to damage this place and attract a lot of attention, so he planned to leave immediately.

Just then, a figure came out from around the corner.

"Who's where?" she asked.

All the gargoyles stopped moving and turned into sculptures one after another, but they all faced Hoffa's position.

The person who came was a bald woman. Her palms were crossed on her waist, looking very solemn. She was still wearing the white lace dress unique to the 19th century. The skirt was tall and long, very retro Gothic.

"Is that you, Bach?"

The bald woman asked: "If it's you, please come out, I won't do anything to you."

Hoffa slowly emerged from the ghost walk. In the dark corridor, the boy and the bald woman looked at each other face to face.

"How do you know it's me?" Hoffa asked Delphine.

"I guessed it was you." Delphine said: "Just now the night watchman told me that an intern reported to enter the Ministry of Magic, but no one came in, so I suspected that this place was invaded.

To be able to invade the most heavily guarded magical place in the UK without anyone noticing, I think only you can do it. ’ Delphine said with a smile.

The slight compliment did not arouse Hoffa's favor. He looked at the pale and tall woman in front of him nervously, and said directly: "I want to see Fatil, take me to see him."

The woman frowned, and said with a smile: "The Minister of Magic is very busy. Generally speaking, if you want to see him, you must first register with the access wizard, and then the access wizard will forward the application to me. meeting."

"Take me to Fatil," Hoffa repeated, interrupting her.

The woman sighed and spread her hands: "There is really nothing you can do about it, Hoffa, you are so stubborn. You won't listen to what others say."

After finishing speaking, she turned around: "If you want to see Fatil, come with me."

She walked down the corridor, and Hoffa caught up with her in three steps and two steps. Walk side by side with her. After walking quietly for three minutes, Hoffa asked, "Have I seen you before, before Paris."

"Why do you say that."

"I think you are a little familiar, I seem to have heard the name somewhere."

"Maybe I owe you money and haven't paid it back?"

Delphine smiled gracefully, stopped in front of a black door, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

There was a tired voice from inside the door.

The door opened, and Hoffa could see the familiar guy sitting alone in the office reviewing documents. The room was dark, but it didn't affect his sight. He could see the piles of books beside Fatil There are some twig-like candles dotted between the walls, the flames are blue, and the flickering cold light casts on the polished marble floor, making people feel that there is dark water under their feet.

He could even feel something sliding around the room, avoiding his sight. Even if he didn't enter the shadow world, he knew that it was the strange creature he had just seen outside.

"Hoffa Bach is here." Delphine said solemnly, "He said he has something to ask you."

The man stopped writing, raised his head from behind a pile of desks half as high as a person, and stared straight ahead. Under the long silver hair, the blue eyes shone with unpredictable light.

Seeing his appearance, Hoffa felt melancholy again.

He hated Fatil and didn't want to see him, not only because his choice killed Aglaia, but also because his appearance was at least 50% similar to his daughter's, especially those eyes, which were almost exactly the same. He started I understand why the British always like to say that your eyes are very similar to your parents, because the eyes can really remind people of many things.

"I see."

Fatil said something briefly, then lowered his head and began to review the documents, without any surprise at all, and didn't even care how Hoffa entered the Ministry of Magic: "Go out, Delphine, just keep him."

"You also pay attention to rest."

Delphine nodded and bowed slightly in a very decent way. Behind his back, he slapped Hoffa's butt dishonestly.

Hoffa had no idea what this guy was doing all of a sudden, he jumped to the side suddenly, looking at her inexplicably, but Delphine had already walked out the door calmly. It seemed that the frivolous action just now was not done by her at all.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

Fatil's question came from behind, and when he looked back, he had already reviewed the documents at the desk again.

"have eaten."

"Adebe took care of you?"

"yes."

"I'm sorry I've been busy and I don't have time to see you." He said while reviewing the documents.

Hoffa was a little curious, and he walked forward at a leisurely pace. He stopped at Fatil's desk, picked up a document on the desk and flipped through it. "Conference to Promote the Integration of Allied Wizards", there are circles on the document, and many places have been marked in detail. He put down this document and picked up another one, "War Assistance Program of the American Wizarding Congress" up.

Fatil didn't stop him from doing anything, and after he glanced at him for the first time, he never raised his head again, just doing his own thing.

"You know, what I hear the most outside is your inaction." Hoffa chatted casually while flipping through the documents: "It is said that you stay behind closed doors all day and ignore political affairs, but now it seems that You are not very hardworking, you work on Christmas Eve."

"snort"

Fatil, who was working at the desk, gave a short and sarcastic smile, and said calmly: "If you took my position, they would say the same about you. There are only two outcomes for leaders in wartime, being deified or being vilified. Unfortunately, I am the latter, because I, like you, disdain to explain to mediocrity."

Hoffa put down the file, looked at his silver hair, and thought that he was Aglaia's father after all, and his heart softened.

He pushed away the piles of documents on the table, leaned over the table and whispered, "Do you know that you are dangerous, Fatil?"

Fatil was writing and drawing with his hands, and his voice didn't fluctuate at all: "Adebe told you his plan?"

"No, I overheard it."

"For he is sensible, he didn't drag people outside the political circle into trouble."

Seeing that he was like a dead person, Hoffa couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw that he was like a dead person. He held down Fatil's hand reviewing the documents and stopped him from writing and drawing: "Tell me, what are you doing?" What are you busy with, why do you want me to help you send Chloe Flamel to England?"

"It has nothing to do with you, just take care of yourself." Fatil said lightly.

"Are you going back to a year and a half ago?" Hoffa lowered his voice to the limit.

Fatil finally stopped reviewing the documents, he raised his head slowly, his blue eyes looked at Hoffa, and for the first time a different kind of luster appeared in them.

"Do you want me to go back to a year and a half ago?"

He put down his pen and leaned back on his chair to ask back.

Hoffa didn't speak, he didn't know what to say, the moment of tearing and torment in his heart was almost magnified to the limit, as if two souls were tearing and howling in his body at the same time, making all the muscles in his body tense, for a while, He just nodded, very difficult: "Yes, I hope."

Fatil, who was leaning on the chair, smiled and smiled. He actually stood up, walked around the table, came to Hoffa, and held his hand: "I sure didn't misread you, sure enough." He excitedly grabbed Hoffa's hand, like Boya holding Zhong Ziqi, and Guan Zhong holding Bao Shuya: "You love Aglaia, which means you are still on the same front as me."

Hoffa stared at him blankly.

"There is no one around me who can be trusted, only you can still be trusted." He held Hoffa's hand tightly: "Tell me, will you help me?"

"I've already helped you, Fatil." Hoffa withdrew his hand, "but I have to say"

"I'm so sorry, Hoffa, I wasn't going to revive her until a year and a half ago."

"Me what?"

Hoffa had already prepared a set of rhetoric, but Fatil's sudden statement caught him off guard.

Fatil turned around and stood with his hands behind his back: "What's the point of reviving a person, even though it's my daughter and I love her very much, it's nothing more than a temporary solution."

Hoffa couldn't believe it.

I saw Fatil clenched his fists, "If Grindelwald is still alive, he will come up with countless ways to torture the world. He is the real source of all evil."

Hoffa: "Then you."

Fatil turned around suddenly, and the black cloak was projected on the wall, like a dragon spreading its wings, the anger and hatred in his eyes were burning like flames: "I want to go back fifty years ago, before Grindelwald Kill him directly when he becomes a weapon, and cut off the source of all disasters."