285 Chapter 7, Accomplice

The sky was torrentially raining, and the trees that were blown by the strong wind bent down, and the weaker trees were uprooted, and the air was full of rubble and gravel.

In the abandoned factory building, a huge black shadow descended from the sky. It was wrapped in electric current and hit the abandoned steel water tank on the top heavily. The steel pierced out from the wings of its huge wings. It didn't realize it, its huge legs stepped on the thick iron roof of the factory building, and it was about to fly again.

At this time, the factory building around it suddenly came alive, and the metal beams and drainage pipes were automatically combined to form huge magical structures one after another. Those structures jumped on the ground, raised their arms made of metal pipes, stepped forward and pressed Live in the Thunderbird that is about to take off.

"hiss!"

With a flash of thunder, Thunderbird held its huge head high, its hair standing up like steel needles, puffs of thick smoke spewed out from the tip of its sharp beak, and its narrow golden eyes, which were as big as a human head, were full of confusion and unwillingness. Electricity ran through its body, and it arched its back, facing the thunderclouds in the sky.

Click!

Accompanied by a bolt of lightning hitting Thunderbird.

The four wings on its back grew bigger again, and at the same time, two more white bones pierced through the skin and came out. The bones were covered with weird magic patterns, and they stretched to a length of ten meters in the blink of an eye. The muscle fibers quickly covered the bones, and countless feathers grew densely on them.

Crack! !

Two newborn wings were inserted into the chest of the huge structure.

Boom! !

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the hunched Thunderbird smashed away the magical structures that bound it, repacked them into a pile of waste parts, and then flapped its six wings recklessly, and those structures that bound it were instantly blown away. All scattered.

It's about to fly again.

"Boy!"

There was a roar from the ground, it was an old man standing in the rain and mud.

"Look at me!" The old man said hoarsely, "Calm down!"

"hiss!!"

The giant Thunderbird, tens of meters high, spread its wings covering the sky and the sun, lowered its head, and an electric current fell from the sky like a spring, hitting the invisible shield, turning into more dense energy and spilling out.

The old man stood in front of dozens of big seraphs, holding his wand high and supporting his shield. The metal pipes that had been smashed into pieces were put together again to form metal structures one after another. They jumped forward one by one, hugging Thunderbird's back.

One person and one bird stared at each other for a moment.

"Sorry, offended."

said the old man, waving his wand again.

The structure moved, and a glass tube as thick as a normal human's arm was inserted into Thunderbird's neck. It let out a mournful cry and struggled, but its body inevitably shrunk.

Eventually, he returned to human form and fell to the ground motionless.

In the distance, broomsticks flew rapidly through the dark clouds.

Crackling, crackling, apparitions appeared above and below the abandoned factory, and surrounded the place where the battle took place.

In the torrential rain, the old man bent down, hugged the boy's back, put a black cloak on him, and then quickly disapparated and disappeared in place.

hours later.

In an old residential building, the gray-haired old man turned on the phonograph, and the quiet piano music slowly flowed out from the turntable.

Eric Satie "Gymnopedies"

Hoffa leaned back on the chair with a pale face. The ethereal and quiet music made his blank brain regain some sanity. He sat on the chair blankly, with his face pressed against the window.

It was pouring rain outside the window, the next room was probably fried eggs, making a sizzling sound, how long did the phonograph play, and how many times did it repeat. Hoffa leaned against the window and looked into the distance. What was the old dog doing in the bicycle shed downstairs?

There were clanging sounds from downstairs, and not long after, the old man tremblingly opened the bead curtain, and came to him with a cup of hot cocoa: "Sorry, I didn't come to you immediately. The effect of the tranquilizer It will take a while to clear up, don't worry too much."

Hoffa didn't move, just squinted his eyes.

The old man in front of him had thinning hair, was wearing a gray robe, had long eyebrows, and accumulated wrinkles on his face. He looked like he was dying, but his eyes were still shining brightly.

He knew this guy well, since they'd just met a week (fifty years) ago.

It was Nick Flamel.

Chloe's great-great-great-great-grandfather, he looks the same as he did fifty years ago. After he lost control of his emotions earlier, it turned out that he was the first to find himself who was chaotic and rampant in the rainstorm. Not only was he not surprised by his youthful appearance, he even brought him to his residence without any explanation.

"Drink something, it's good for you." Nicole Flamel said, pushing the cup of hot cocoa in front of him.

Hoffa ignored him, just glanced at him and then retracted his eyes.

Nick Flamel, who was ignored, pushed the cup away tremblingly, and sat beside Hoffa. He looked at the nihilistic boy leaning against the glass, licked his lips, and after a long silence he said, "What happened——I can probably guess something."

There was another moment of silence: "I admire you very much. If I must find one person among all wizards to admire, it must be you."

Hoffa was still looking at the window, looking at the rain-soaked old dog in the bicycle shed, without saying a word.

Nicole Flamel: "Compared to you, most of us are actually mediocre people who are greedy for life and afraid of death. They don't have a high level. If we can make more money, we can make more money. How much more can we live?" Years, just live a few more years. You don't have to vent your anger on them, people's sorrows and joys are beyond comprehension."

The rain-soaked old dog in the bicycle shed stood up, shook his body, and walked away in the rain rustlingly.

Hoffa closed his eyes: "Speak if you have something to say."

Nicole Flamel: "Where is that necklace still with you? Hoffa."

necklace?

Hoffa opened his eyes and took out the exquisite necklace from his pocket. The necklace appeared with him at the Ministry of Magic, and even at this time, he didn't want to give it to anyone.

"give it to me"

Nicole Flamel stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Hoffa hesitated for a moment, then handed him the necklace.

Nicole Flamel picked up the necklace in tears and cried, "Chloe, I'm sorry, we're going home. We're going home."

Things have changed a bit. Hoffa frowned, and the depression and unwillingness in his heart were diluted. He looked at Nicole Flamel, and saw that he was old and crying like a child at the moment.

"what is that?"

"Oh, the resurrection stone, I refined it myself. It is an alchemical product made by imitating the resurrection stone of the three Peverell brothers. It is used to preserve human souls."

Hoffa's eyes widened: "So Chloe is not dead?"

"Not yet, but whether we die or not depends on our follow-up actions." The old man said cautiously while holding the necklace.

The only good news made Hoffa gradually recover from the tragedy of his death. He narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table, "Wait, how do you know that I will definitely come fifty years later."

The old man rubbed his tears: "I made a deal with Sylby Spencer. I helped hide Delphine's true identity, and I gave him the information about the Arrow of Time."

boom! !

The hot cocoa on the table shattered and spilled all over the floor. The effect of the tranquilizer was blown away by anger, Hoffa smashed the table with one palm, grabbed the skinny old man by the collar and pressed him against the wall, saying in disbelief: "I'll give you three seconds to come explain!"

Nicole Flamel was taken aback by his sudden movement, and subconsciously grabbed his arm: "His target has been you from the very beginning, never anyone else, he said, as long as I can lock you up, It will give my granddaughter a way out."

"You won't refuse Fatil?" Hoffa growled, his palms getting harder and harder, "You won't refuse Sylby?"

"Do you think that everyone is like you. Can you fight?" The old man said hoarsely under his palm: "I am just an old alchemist who was born in troubled times. I am not Fatil at all. The opponent of Draces is not...not the kind of opponent of the Dark Lord!"

"You old bastard! I've never seen you before! You're here to plot against me!" Hoffa gritted his teeth and strangled his neck, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"I can't help it!" Nicole LeMay said hoarsely as he was pressed against the wall, "There are many things I can't tell you. The only thing I can tell you is. Years ago, I couldn't save anyone, and at that time I hadn't developed any means of resurrection at all. Cough cough cough."

He coughed violently, Hoffa loosened Nicole Flamel's collar suddenly, pushed him to the ground, and said bitterly: "Okay, the goal has been achieved, I sent your granddaughter back, not only The United Kingdom was also sent to the United Kingdom fifty years later. "

After finishing speaking, he kicked away Lemay, who was lying on the ground and coughing, and walked out.

"Wait a minute!" Nicole Flamel pulled his trouser legs miserably on the ground.

"What else do you want to do?" Hoffa turned his head and looked down at him.

"You cough cough...you...you have to go back."

"Where are you going?"

"Fifty years ago."

"Why?"

"You don't know," Nicole Flamel thumped the ground with his hand, "You don't know what kind of horrors and monsters were produced in that era! We have no way, only you... Only you can stop all of this.

"In our current world, everything you see is based on your going back. If you don't go back, nothing will exist. The legal system, the country, the economy, order, stability, and even the entire time and space will collapse."

"Oh, what if I don't want to go back?" Hoffa said, tilting his head.

Nicole Flamel shuddered, a little surprised: "Aren't you going back?"

Hoffa didn't answer, and walked out.

Nicole Flamel stood up and grabbed him again, but Hoffa mercilessly pushed him to the ground. He rushed back in great anxiety, grabbed his waistband and shouted: "You can't do this, you have to go back, otherwise, this world."

Hoffa squatted down, pulled his palms away from his trouser waist, and stared into his eyes coldly: "So I ran to fifty years later in order to send your granddaughter home, and then to save the world, Go to fifty years ago, and by the way, watch myself collapse with a single shot, so as to achieve what I have seen, this magnificent beauty?"

Nicole Flamel stared at him blankly, only to see the young man in front of him grinning his white teeth: "What do you think I am, a tool man?"

The book was blocked, and other HP colleagues were there, and I was also smiling on my face, mmp in my heart. It felt quite unfair. Could it be that Master 404 couldn't see what I wanted to express?

Let me tell you when it can still be published, in case, I mean in case this book is really sealed, it can only be said to be the destiny. It is by no means that I want eunuchs myself.