Chapter 281 3. Future State of Existence

Looking at the thinning hair on the forehead, the pink lip marks left by the tender model on the aging face. Those golden eyes that were exactly the same as his own.

Hoffa was stunned at first, and then became top-heavy for a while.

"I!?"

The left arm crystallized quickly, faster than ever. Regardless of the surprise and pain, he rushed forward and grabbed the old man's face, as if trying to tear it off.

The old man was not surprised, just smiled and pushed him away, put on his sunglasses again, and started the Lamborghini.

Hoffa sat slumped on the co-pilot, his chest heaved violently, and thousands of words came to his mind, but he couldn't say a word for a long time. He is not a stupid person. The moment he saw those eyes, he immediately thought of countless possibilities.

I didn't die.

I went back to the past.

I lived to be in my sixties and bought a luxury car.

He even raised his head suddenly to look in the rearview mirror, and the woman had long since disappeared.

"That, who is that!?"

Hoffa's voice became trembling, "Is that my daughter?"

The old man glanced at him and raised his eyebrows, "Daughter? Ha, you're thinking too much. I don't have the kind of daughter who cares about money. I'm just a little girl who is greedy for money."

"I!?"

Hoffa didn't know what to say. After confirming that the guy in front of him was himself fifty years later, he temporarily let go of his fear of death and replaced it with a black question mark.

"I know you have a lot to ask, but now is not the time."

The old man smiled and patted him on the back: "Let's eat something first."

Accompanied by the last roar, the large Lamborghini drove into an alley, then turned a few more turns, and finally stopped at a square in the middle of a building complex.

The square is surrounded by villas with sloped roofs. The overall appearance is gray and blue, which looks very elegant. There is a small lawn and garden downstairs. The entrance of the square directly faces the street. There is a row of iron fences on it, which looks like a Quite an upscale community.

After parking the car, the old man turned the car key and got off. He didn't have the demeanor of a successful man as he had imagined. After leaving the car, he looked very ordinary.

Hoffa followed behind his aged self, looking at his sparse gray hair, he couldn't help but touch his thick hair.

Damn it, will I actually lose my hair one day? He was secretly annoyed, can't he take care of his hair if he has money to buy a sports car?

A few middle-aged people walking by holding Labradors in the distance seemed to be their future neighbors. They greeted the walking in front of them with smiles, and the old man also responded to them with a smile. The appearance of a friendly citizen.

"Mr. Bach is back."

"Yes, good evening, Mr. Herbis."

"Are you back from shopping?"

"Hey, no, I'll pick up my son and stay here for two days."

After finishing speaking, the old man unceremoniously pulled the young Hoffa, and held his back with a bit of mischief: "How is it, isn't my son handsome?"

"Ah, Mr. Bach's son, this is the first time I've seen him."

The old man was amazed and exclaimed, completely ignoring the dirty holes on Hoffa's body: "The young man is very energetic."

The muscles on Hoffa's face twitched, and he was embraced by the old man. He endured the pain of time flare erosion, and he insisted on not saying a word.

But doubts popped up one after another in my heart, what happened in the past fifty years, how did I go back, what happened to Sylby in the end? Where are those familiar people now? Most importantly, there may be less than half a day left in my life, after half a day, how did I survive?

A lot of doubts added to him, but he didn't know how to speak. The elderly Hoffa took him to the door of a video store, and after he entered, he hung a sign [Closed Today] on the door.

There are many, many vintage vinyl records in the store, as well as cassettes. There are many movie posters and band promotional pictures on the wall, characters like Michael Jackson and Freddie Mercury. The store decoration is very modern, and he is familiar with the road, so he is undoubtedly the owner of this store.

Hoffa had ten thousand things in his mind that he wanted to vomit, and after holding back for a long time, he asked:

"You bought a Lamborghini by opening a video store?"

(He thought about it and still didn't ask, can I buy a Lamborghini by opening a speaker shop?)

"You are not confident in yourself?"

Old Hoffa smiled slightly, as if seeing through his subtext.

"Stop coming." Hoffa frowned, "You're sure you understand what happened afterwards, quickly, tell me how to get back."

"It's my hobby to open a store." The elderly Hoffa said with a smile, "Come on, let me show you another industry of mine."

So he walked through the video store to the back door and pushed open another door. When he came to his residence, there was a small red rectangular wooden table in the living room surrounded by six upholstered hardwood chairs. Old Hoffa pushed the chairs away and knocked on the bricks in front of the fireplace in the residence.

The walls warp and open on either side. At the same time, the clothes on his body changed from a simple white T to a plain brown wizard robe.

Passing through a stone corridor, the sunlight streaming through the sheer shutters made young Hoffa raise his hands to shade his eyes.

Herbal scents filled the air, and behind rows of glass windows stood bundles of herbs, mint, wild garlic, thyme, yarrow, rush, paramo, kingleaf, shovel, tansy, Laurel etc. In the corner, there are rows of copper vats, which are filled with potion raw materials such as bat spleen and eel eyeballs.

Many witches wearing wizard hats were picking and choosing behind the counter. Several young wizards were sitting behind the counter with small brass scales in front of them. Some of them bargained with customers, and some waved their wands to help customers bandage goods.

The picture is in stark contrast to the modern audio-visual store just now. They are completely two worlds. While opening the audio-visual store, the elderly self actually opened a potion store in Diagon Alley across the wall.

"boss."

"boss."

Seeing the elderly Hoffa approaching, the wizards behind the counter stood up and greeted him respectfully.

"You go back today first."

The elderly Hoffa said with a gentle smile: "I want to take care of the guests. I may not open the door these days. Give yourself a few days off first."

"Uh..." The wizards didn't seem to expect it, but they quickly smiled at each other: "Okay, boss, how long is the vacation?"

"Wait for the notice, and then I will send the owl to you."

The elderly Hoffa took out a temporarily closed sign from the side and handed it to his wizard: "Go, get ready, I'm closing today."

After the wizards got the order, they started to pack up their things one after another, took away the day's household garbage, apologized to the customers, closed the door, and left the potion shop.

After everyone left, the old Hoffa turned to look at the young Hoffa, and said with a smile, "Look, isn't this life a leisurely one, usually selling potions and listening to Muggle music?"

"By the way, meet a woman fifty years younger than you?"

Hoffa asked, narrowing his eyes.

The old man pouted: "Are you scolding yourself?"

Hoffa stared at him. "I don't think I'm that bad."

"young"

The old man in front of him seemed a little out of breath, and said lazily, "Anyway, you have to go through what I have experienced, and you will become like me sooner or later."

After finishing speaking, he patted Hoffa on the shoulder, "Go, go upstairs, wash yourself, don't get dirty."

"ah!?"

Hoffa raised his completely transparent hands, "You still let me take a bath at this time? Can you tell the situation clearly?"

"What are you panicking about?"

The old man smiled slightly, "It's just a flare of time, why don't I just stand here, what can happen, go."

An hour later, in the bathtub, Hoffa hugged his knees, and the water flowed down from his body, washing away all the blood and filth on his body. But at the same time, many transparent fragments fell off his body.

I don't know if fifty years is too long or he is too close to his other self, this time the time flare is more ferocious than it was in Paris fifty years ago.

He couldn't help thinking of Chloe, whose negligence had killed her, and Sylby, whose ambition had been revealed, to banish himself fifty years later, fifty years, five years for that kind of person What kind of "earth-shattering" event can he do in ten years?

Can it be remedied?

He looked at himself in the mirror with only half of his shoulders, and felt that there was a Mount Tai pressing on him.

But then I thought about the old Hoffa's calm and swearing appearance. He was a little confused again, could it be that he was so strong fifty years later that he could heal the wounds of the law on his body?

He wasn't sure, maybe it really could.

After taking a shower, a set of clothes was prepared outside the house, and they were randomly placed in the corridor. Hoffa picked up the clothes and looked at them. It was his favorite simple casual suit. He had to say that he was the only one who knew himself.

When I went downstairs, there was a slight sound of chopping vegetables in the room.

Looking closely, it turned out that the elderly Hoffa was wearing an apron and was cutting vegetables in the kitchen. He was sharp with a knife and focused on his face. Cabbage, lamb, potatoes, peas, white radishes, lettuce, turnips and other ingredients and fans were piled up on the chopping board. Things like rosemary, basil, cumin, oils, etc. The stainless steel pot on the stove was gurgling and boiling.

Seeing him like this, Hoffa was so angry that he was really going to die, and he still had time to cook.

The young Hoffa who couldn't stand it walked to the kitchen door and asked coldly: "If I die in this time and space, then you won't exist either."

"Um."

Old Hoffa nodded calmly, took out a bottle of iced Coke from the refrigerator and handed it to him: "Go sit down for a while, I have prepared three dishes, and they will be ready soon."

Looking at the Coke hanging in the air, the young Hoffa was already convinced. He took the Coke with his hands and sat down on the chair.

Since old Hoffa was not in a hurry, there was no point in being anxious. Out of curiosity, he wandered around his future house, wanting to see what he had done in the past fifty years.

The house is not too big. Compared with the exaggerated Lamborghini and the two exquisite storefronts outside, this place is very ordinary, smaller than Miranda's home, only a two-story bachelor apartment. The interior decoration is also very ordinary, the only decoration is the blue porcelain vase, a typical Ravenclaw cool style.

At the corner of the corridor, he heard the chirping of birds.

It turned out to be a group of pigeons perched under the eaves. Now it was getting late, and they circled down from the sky one after another, squatting in several cages hanging under the eaves, staring at the corner intently.

Hoffa followed their eyes and saw a bag of corn next to his hand.

"Can I feed them?" he called into the house.

"Don't feed them too much." The old Hoffa in the house replied, "They all come back from the square and eat a lot during the day. I usually feed them before going to bed."

Young Hoffa hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't feed the group of cooing pigeons with bulging necks. On the contrary, he glared at them and said fiercely, "What are you looking at, I'm not your master!"

A few pigeons pooped a few bubbles of white shit, and the crowing became even more joyful.

Hoffa snorted softly, turned and left.

Going around in a circle, he didn't find anything in this room that had nothing to do with his past. There are no photos of friends, no letters from other people, but I saw a lot of wine bottles neatly lined up in a row. This made him shudder.

Why is there nothing?

What about my friends, where have they all gone? Has the fate of the future changed? Is there still Harry Potter in this world?

With this in mind, he looked more carefully.

When he walked to the fireplace, a light blue cushion was placed on the stone fireplace, and a wooden stick was quietly placed on the cushion. The moment he saw the wooden stick, Hoffa's only remaining eye brightened instantly.

That's my own magic wand!

Thank you, the lord, the reward of fate is inevitable in the world, there are three changes today, and there will be another change at five o'clock

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