284 Chapter 6, Unexpected Visitor

boom! !

Accompanied by that gunshot.

Those warm and cozy daily life disappeared, and the cold fate pulled out its sharp fangs.

The bullet seemed to penetrate the brain of young Hoffa at the same time, shattering all the education, discipline, and life he had experienced in the past, leaving only a void.

Looking at the blood oozing out in front of him, the brains hanging from the back of the chair, the bone fragments sprayed on the wall, the palms hanging under the chair, and the face with a faint smile. It seemed to be the greatest mockery of fate for him.

"Ha ha.??"

The huge unknown uncertainty and the huge necessity overwhelmed him at the same time. Under the action of the emotional compensation mechanism, he actually laughed out, twitching, difficult, and aimless.

"Ha ha."

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to wake up the smiling old man, telling him not to joke with himself. But what he touched was just a corpse that gradually lost its temperature.

"ah!!"

After confirming that his old self was really dead, he hugged his head, his fingers sank into the roots of his hair, and let out an unbelievable scream. The homing chaffinches with a radius of hundreds of meters scattered away in all directions amidst the scream. .

He backed away, flustered, and rushed out the door. The revolving glass door of the video store slammed shut after he left, and the sign of "Closed Today" flew into the sky. A few neighbors came home with baguettes and vegetables, talking and laughing. Knocked down by him who was running wildly, he complained angrily.

Hoffa was terrified and fled aimlessly, not even knowing what he should run away from or where he should go. He felt that no matter what he did, he couldn't escape this terrible fate.

He could only run forward without daring to turn his head, as if he could see the smiling self when he turned around, the guy who was lying on the chair with blank eyes.

That old bastard.! !

Damn it!

Damn it! !

The scenery around him receded rapidly. He didn't know how long he ran, how far he ran, and how many turns he turned. He hit the wall and stopped by a strange stone river. His whole body was trembling and his body was pale.

He slumped on the riverside chair and looked at his palm, which was intact. The time flare had disappeared, and the logical chain that maintained his existence would no longer disintegrate. Even a fool could figure out the reason. There are no two of them in this time and space. up.

But at this moment, his mental state couldn't be worse. On July 24, 1994, he committed suicide. If a person's fate is a closed loop, then is this day his own death day?

Indeed, reason told him that all men were mortal. Even in the most exaggerated fantasy, the so-called God of Creation, Da Luo Jinxian, and Primordial Taoist Ancestor will eventually die in the long river of time. Immortality is just a fool's fantasy, used to fight against his cowardice and fear of death.

But then again, who is not afraid?

What's even more frightening is that although there are still fifty years to live, if no matter what you do, you can't escape the end of suicide and death, then what's the point of working hard?

Think of that empty house, that flamboyant Lamborghini.

At this moment, he felt extremely powerless, and even more indescribably funny. The humor that is so dark to the bone must be the biggest joke God made with himself.

He really wanted to talk to someone, tell about this impermanent world, tell about this fucking fate, this crazy and extreme life, and his emotions that cannot be described in words.

But he found that there was no one around him to talk to.

He is not in his own time and space, nor is he in that familiar world. In fact, he felt that even if he was there, he couldn't find a suitable person to confide in.

Who is willing to believe everything they have experienced?

Who can comprehend such complex and absurd emotions?

The world is so big, maybe there is no second person who has a similar experience to himself.

The huge disbelief turned into humiliation and unwillingness. It was the humiliation of being teased. He raised his head and looked at the sky, biting his fist tightly, his chest heaving violently.

"Honey, do you love me?"

"Of course, you little fool, I not only loved you in the past, but I love you now, and I will love you in the future."

"How long have you been in love?" the woman asked delicately.

"Forever."

"Hmph, disgusting."

"Why don't you hate it, baby."

"Won't you love me in your next life?"

It was already late at night, and there were many benches by the river, some couples sat on the benches and kissed, you whispered to each other, head to head, very romantic.

Hoffa, who almost bit off his palm, lowered his head and turned his head in disbelief. The romance of others ignited the emotions in his chest that were about to burst like explosives. It was a huge injustice, an incomparable injustice!

At this moment, his lover died, he was forced to time travel, the nun died, Fatil died, and so on, old and new grudges surged into his heart, and he could no longer restrain himself.

"why me!?"

boom! !

With a loud noise, his arm transformed into a blood-colored wing with a length of more than ten meters, and it swept past heavily.

It was like an angry child kicking the building blocks that he had worked so hard to accumulate. Those romantic, gentle, calm, and whispering couples were directly swept away by the sudden disaster, flying and circling and falling into the river, screaming again and again.

"Me, why must it be me!?"

He raised his head and roared, everything in all directions was like a huge prison, obviously extremely free, but it was so oppressive that he couldn't even breathe.

The crazy and shrill roar made passers-by look sideways, only to see a huge Thunderbird with a length of nearly 100 meters appearing. It rose from the ground, fell from the sky, and hit the ground heavily with its head.

Numerous houses were knocked down, and pedestrians scattered and ran away crying and shouting.

As if he didn't realize it, he hovered high and flew like a madman, flew to the distance, and fell like a parabola, destroying all the places with a radius of nearly a thousand meters into ruins.

Ministry of Magic.

Chamber of Ministers.

Two men sat on either side of the desk.

One of them was a little fat man, wearing a long striped cloak and a square wizard hat, rubbing his hands and smiling awkwardly. Behind him stood a throng of Ministry officials.

Sitting opposite him was an old man wearing a pointed wizard hat. He had a long white beard and a purple cloak that stretched to the floor. His blue eyes flickered.

"Professor Dumbledore has to worry a lot about the security work of this Triwizard Tournament. After all, it is related to the glory of British wizards, last year, and the year before last." The short man scratched his head, looking a little nervous: " If it doesn’t happen, try not to happen.”

"What are you thinking, Connelly."

Albus Dumbledore crossed his fingers helplessly: "This grand event is held at Hogwarts, do you think I will damage the reputation of my school?"

"Haha, of course I'm very happy that Professor Dumbledore can say that." Rubbing his hands and smiling, Cornelius Fudge pushed forward the roll of parchment in front of him: "Then, you can sign this security agreement. We'll send some Aurors to station in Hogsmeade sometime, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind."

The old man with half-moon glasses and a crooked nose said gently, "I also hope that what happened last year will not happen."

"No problem, no problem! Make sure everyone obeys your instructions," he said, turning his head majesticly, looking at a one-eyed man with scars standing behind him: "Moody, did you hear that this year, You have a heavy burden too."

"What are you worried about, Minister." Alastor Moody, who had a scar on his face, frowned in displeasure: "I promise, as long as I'm around, there will never be any accidents."

boom! !

The door was flung open.

A wet woman dressed as an Auror broke into the meeting room with her shoulders covered. She was out of breath and anxious.

Cornelius Fudge frowned, stood up immediately, and said sternly, "What's going on, Natalie? Didn't you see that Professor Dumbledore and I were in a meeting?"

"It's not good!"

The drenched woman didn't stop Fudge, she said anxiously: "Weybridge. Fifteen kilometers east of Weybridge, somewhere, an...an uncontrolled thunderbird appeared! !"

The meeting room was quiet for a moment.

Then there was a burst of confused discussion.

"Ah, Thunderbird?"

"Isn't that something only found in America?"

"Could it be that someone started smuggling magical animals again?"

"It may be that someone with a heart is taking advantage of the Quidditch World Cup to smuggle in"

"Stop arguing!"

The female Auror was so anxious that she was about to cry. She pulled out her wand and pointed at the ceiling. The ceiling at the top of the conference room surged rapidly under the spell, reflecting the situation outside into the conference room.

The night sky that should have been clear was abnormally rolling with endless dark clouds at this moment. In the dark clouds, dense lightning like spider webs kept flashing. Even if you couldn't hear a single sound, you could still imagine what kind of heavy rain the outside world was experiencing.

The female Auror pointed to the ceiling, "Half an hour ago, that creature went all the way to Westminster, and many Muggles saw it."

Cornelius Fuji stood up bewildered, and turned his gaze to Albus Dumbledore, "Is that guy Newt?"

But Dumbledore, who has always been unshakable and remained calm even when the sky fell, was fascinated by the lightning billowing on the ceiling at this moment, his mouth was slightly open, and his pupils shone with an inexplicable light. Cornelius Fudge called him several times, but he also Did not come back to God.

At this moment, the one-eyed man with the scarred face stood out from the crowd. He calmly kicked his wooden leg to the ground, and an invisible mental force field spread.

"Hold on, Natalie, tell me what happened?"

Mad-Eye Moody's normally scary face felt surprisingly secure at this moment, the woman wiped the water from her face, "It's like this, half an hour ago, someone witnessed a scene in Weybridge. It's a huge four-winged creature, it keeps hitting the ground, and it's a little insane. My colleague from the Department of Fantastic Beasts said that it was a thunderbird that was about to mature. Now, there has been a large-scale riot in that area."

"I see," Moody nodded steadily, "Immediately contact the Division of Disaster Reversal and the Division of Management and Control of Magical Beasts, and then call those from the Invisible Task Force, and we will work together."

"No."

Suddenly, Dumbledore, who had been in a daze, stood up and interrupted Moody. He straightened his robes and regained his unique calmness and reason: "Just deal with those Muggle problems, Give me that Thunderbird."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at anyone, just walked past the wet female Auror and left the meeting room.