370 Chapter 24, Reunion

A month later, Hoffa recovered. This speed of recovery made Hoffa truly understand the loss of magic that Dumbledore said. If it was normal, such an injury would heal within a few days. Even Harry, who had a bone removed, could grow back overnight. It never took so long.

After caring for him for a week, Kerry was taken off to other tasks. It fell to a house-elf to take care of him. This pixie is young and has lush hair.

But through its name, Hoffa knew his current situation. He was now in Grimmauld Square, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. As one of the most old-fashioned pure-blood families in history, this family miraculously still firmly grasped the magic power in this era of rapid loss of magic power, and did not let go.

During the days of his injury, Hoffa had seen no one other than Kreacher the house-elf and the doctor. It looks as though Dumbledore wishes to withhold news of his reappearance.

On this day, Kreacher carried a stack of changed clothes and ran up to the second floor where Hoffa was resting. Today was the day for Hoffa to remove the bandages, so he decided to visit Nicolas May today.

Hoffa stood in front of the full-length mirror with arms outstretched, and Kreacher stood on a stool and unwrapped Hoffa. With the bandage falling off, the dense scars on the body surface were exposed.

Kreacher's long gray fingers swept across the muscles of Hoffa's body. It curiously pointed at the bullet marks on Hoffa's back and chest, and said in admiration, "Are you really a wizard, Mr. Bach?"

"It doesn't look like it?"

"Sorry, you look like a wild beast. A normal person would not be able to survive such an injury," Kreacher said.

"The symbols of Hogwarts are the four beasts, Kreacher."

Hoffa said lightly.

"What you said makes sense." Kreacher said absent-mindedly, it seemed that he didn't quite agree with Hoffa's statement.

The clothes Kreacher brought to Hoffa were a high-necked black windbreaker with a long hem, and a gray double-breasted golden buttoned waistcoat as the lining. Under the windbreaker were brand new high-top riding boots, which even matched There is a hat and silk scarf, and gloves with black snake scales. Although Hoffa didn't want to waste time on dressing, he just put on a shirt and trousers and left with his temper, but the elves of the Black family were very concerned about this aspect.

"Mr. Bach, the clothes are specially tailored!"

Kreacher said sharply, "It can make you look less Muggle!"

"Thank you, Kreacher."

Hoffa said expressionlessly.

He watched Kreacher wrap him up swiftly, the silk scarf around his neck made him a little annoyed. He was dressed like a hippie by Miranda before, and now he is dressed like a eccentric gentleman with a bad temper by Kreacher, only a pocket watch to tell the time.

"Sir, pocket watch!

Kreacher took out a gold-plated snake pocket watch from his cloth pocket and handed it to Hoffa: ""This is a collection of the Black family, you should keep it properly. "

"I don't think it needs to be so troublesome."

Hoffa frowned.

"This is a special order from the master, so that I must receive you with the highest standard." Kreacher said in a shrill voice.

Hoffa had no choice but to take the pocket watch and said, "Tell your master, Hoffabach is very grateful."

Kreacher jumped off the stool, admired the masterpiece in the mirror, and praised: "Sir, you look really great, your family members must be proud of your appearance."

"family members?"

"By the way, sir, which pure-blood family are you from?" Kreacher asked with great interest.

Hoffa looked at Kreacher's slightly flattering appearance, and suddenly had a bad taste. He touched Kreacher's thick hair, which would be bald in the future, and whispered in his ear: "I'm a Mudblood~"

Kreacher shivered, his pupils shook violently, his ears stood up high, as if he was suddenly shocked by an electric shock, and he didn't dare to move.

Hoffa smiled, put the pocket watch in his pocket, and strode out the door.

In the huge mural directly opposite the wall at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, a man was sleeping. When he heard the noise, he looked up at Hoffa and frowned.

Hoffa had seen this man in Armando Dipet's office before, so he reached out and greeted him: "Hello, Headmaster."

"Hmph, Ravenclaw. That's bad luck."

The man in the mural said contemptuously.

After speaking, he walked out of the oil painting.

Hoffa smiled.

It was Phineas Nigellus Black.

Sirius' great-great-grandfather, former Headmaster of Hogwarts.

His appearance made Hoffa feel a little relieved. At least the oil paintings here can talk, and the Hogwarts oil paintings don't even talk anymore.

But in an instant, he felt tremendous pressure again. In the original book, Harry was also buried by this oil painting. That was the future he wanted to go to, but the future that happened in the dream would definitely not have Harry appearing. And if that future is to emerge, one has to walk on thin ice with trepidation.

After a simple breakfast, Hoffa left the stronghold of the Order of the Phoenix. A tall gray horse is tied to the gate of No. 12, Grimmauld Place. Kreacher handed the horsewhip to Hoffa at the door. When it was holding the whip, it seemed to be holding something extremely dirty, and it didn't know whether it disliked the horsewhip or Hoffa.

Hoffa had learned riding from the gamekeeper Joey in the first grade, and he was no stranger to horse riding, but he felt a little out of place in the streets in 1940s. There are cars all around. However, the proud pure-blood families disdain Muggle inventions, and they stubbornly maintain the ancient traditions.

Fortunately, there were no people on the street in the early morning, so Hoffa put on gloves and a hat, got on his horse, and lowered the brim of his hat to prevent being recognized by people with ulterior motives. He was pulling the rein in one hand, and holding the whip and the map in the other. The little torn paper had some kind of magical power, and it was constantly drawing lines, reminding him of the route to the Wheelkins community.

The gray horse is very strong, it shakes its head slightly, snorts, and its hoofs rattle. Hoffa can feel the rolling muscles in its body when sitting on its back. The horse wanted to run, but the city suppressed its desire and could only take a slow walk.

Following the map, Hoffa rode a gray horse through the streets and factories, looking for the Wilkins neighborhood where LeMay is located. The dewy morning wind blows towards his face, and he suddenly thought of the last time he walked through the city of London like this It was when Miranda took him home on his motorcycle for Christmas.

Now I don't know how Miranda is doing with Sylby. Although Miranda has turned to his hostile side, Hoffa has no resentment towards her and is still very worried about her. He fully understood Miranda's reason for doing this, but no matter what, he would never go back to that place again.

An hour later, the gray horse followed the map and left the urban area, followed the dirt road to a very quiet suburb, and Hoffa gradually felt a little familiar. There is no difference between here and fifty years later. Fifty years later, he met Nicolas May here, and he did not expect to meet him here again today.

He put away the map and let his memory lead him to a black three-story villa.

Looking at the building, many emotions came to my mind.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Hoffa got off his horse, stood at the door and knocked on the door.

After a while, after someone peeked through the curtain, the door opened, and a familiar old man with white hair and wrinkled stood at the door.

The old man hasn't spoken yet. Hoffa took a step forward involuntarily and hugged him directly. The sudden and heavy embrace made the old man's bones creak ominously.

Nicole May screamed in shock, "Hofbach, what are you doing?"

Hoffa let go of him, and couldn't restrain his emotions, he slammed the old man's head hard. Only he in this world knew what relationship he had with this old man. This was his nominal servant and the source of his body. This kind of blood relationship made him feel like seeing his grandfather when he saw the old man.

However, Nicolas now obviously doesn't know what will happen in the future. At this moment, he is just a stranger who met Hoffa two years ago, and he has never been treated like this after living for hundreds of years.

I saw him with a dull expression and messy hair, confused by Hoffa.

Until the hoarse roar of an old woman came from upstairs in the villa.

"Who is here!?"

Nicole May reacted from the shock.

"It's Hofbach!!"

He wiped the drool on his forehead angrily, gave Hoffa a hard look, pulled him into the room, and slammed the door hard.

"Which Hofferbach!?" shouted the woman upstairs, as if afraid that no one would hear.

"The one who sent Chloe back, her friend!!"

Nicolas said impatiently.

"What is he here for??"

the voice from upstairs asked loudly.

"Go to sleep, don't mind my business!"

Nicole May yelled irritably, and after the yelling, he rubbed his head with a headache, his face full of pain.

Hoffa admired the old man in front of him with great interest. It seemed that his wife was still there at this time, and she was gone fifty years later.

"What are you looking at? If you live with the same person for three hundred years, one day, you will wish that you are deaf. Or that your wife is mute." Nicole May said to Hoffa angrily.

"You look healthy, Nico, which is great."

Hoffa said softly.

Nicole May shuddered. He took a step back and looked at Hoffa. Even though he had only met this young man two years ago, the strange kindness in the other party's tone could not be faked. Nicole May had never even heard Chloe speak to him in such a tone. What's even weirder is that he couldn't help feeling a mixture of intimacy and awe towards this boy who was hundreds of years younger than himself.

Such complex emotions annoyed the old man, he sneered coldly: "You are not bad, you finally look a bit human, it seems that you have been doing well in the past two years."

"Thank you." Hoffa took off his hat and bowed.

Finally opened the distance, Nicole May relaxed a little, he stretched out his wrinkled hand, and said confidently: "Albus told me you were back a month ago, I still can't believe it, now, the pendant is still with you Is it?"

Hoffa carefully took out the purple pendant from his pocket, and placed it in Nicolas May's palm.

Nicolas was overjoyed, took the pendant and stroked it in the palm of his hand. Hoffa looked at his expression, and couldn't help thinking that fifty years later, he was also holding the pendant and stroked it, but at that time he was crying and full of sadness. , but at this moment is full of joy, as if looking forward to something.

This expectation made Hoffa a little uneasy, because from the perspective of the ending, no matter what LeMay was expecting, it might come to nothing.

"Flame," Hoffa called him.

"Wouldn't you add a gentleman in the back? He's really a big or small guy."

Nicolas said, admiring the necklace on her own.

"LeMay, I'm sorry that I couldn't bring Chloe back to life. The future is more complicated than I imagined. Sometimes I can only adapt to the situation." Hoffa said.

"I can understand. I fully understand. It is already a great difficulty for you to come back." Flame stroked the pendant with satisfaction and said, "As long as a person's soul is intact, he can be reborn anywhere, but if the soul is not there Even if he is still alive, he is another person."

Hoffa tilted his head, he felt that Flamel seemed to have something to say. Before he could speak again. There was a roaring question from upstairs.

"What are you mumbling about!?"

Hoffa was sweating on his forehead, and Nicolas May put on a pain mask. He said to Hoffa, "Go, go to my basement, I have something to give you."