385 Chapter 39, Prophecy

With the soft words behind his ears, the room was completely dark. On the contrary, the stick figures on the wall of the room became brighter and brighter. In the end, Hoffa sat in a dark space, and only those colorful stick figures were left in front of him. strokes.

Hoffa remained motionless, he suppressed the huge tremor in his heart and asked, "Miller, is that you?"

"How did you find this place? I thought no one could find my location." He touched Hoffa's chin with his palm and asked curiously.

Hoffa: "Your grandpa."

"Ah, he's not dead yet, it's really cheap for him."

Miller said indifferently.

Hoffa was speechless, but it wasn't the first day he knew Miller. Not wanting to have too many disputes with him on family issues, he said: "Miller, I need your help now. Tom Riddle was bewitched by the half-human king and made an alliance with him, but my magic power is not there yet"

"Hoffa, how much do you remember about the things in the dream?"

Miller cut him off, not following Hoffa at all.

Hoffa was silent.

"Don't talk, do you want me to help you recall?" Miller said: "Your dream and sister's dream overlap, and I have experienced those places."

"No, Miller," Hoffa said, his tone pleading, but Miller was unmoved. The arm hanging on his chest snapped its fingers.

The colorful murals on the walls began to distort and quickly changed into another scene.

(In the picture, Hoffa sees a small room in a one-person apartment. Miranda helps a teenager enter. The teenager is groggy and smiling. Clothes on the ground begin to pile up, and something indescribable happens. )

Hoffa looked at the close entanglement between the man and woman in the darkness, and slowly moved his head away. On the side of his face, black smoke flickered slowly, and his arms protruded from the black smoke.

With just one glance, his arm violently grabbed his chin, forcing him to turn his head and stare at the picture on the wall.

"You don't need it if you don't need it? Hoffa. Come on, we are adults. What's the matter with enjoying the art?" Miller said coldly.

Hoffa was expressionless, and under Miller's persecution, he forcibly enjoyed a live erotic palace that took place in an unknown world. By the time he finished reading, his breath had already become nasal.

"Do you believe in prophecies, Hoffa?" Miller asked.

"I don't believe it," Hoffa said hoarsely.

Since leaving the Death Mystery Realm, he no longer believes in fate. If six thousand reincarnations can change, then he must be able to change anything.

"Yes." Miller murmured, "But my sister believes it."

"I believe you may also be wondering why my sister would do that to you in her nightmare, she is not the kind of person who would eagerly express her desires, even though she really cares about you.

But there are some things you don't see, my sister is a witch, no matter what the premise is, no matter how much she likes to read Muggle books, my sister is a witch, a normal witch with super strength. Maybe you don't believe in prophecy, but my sister believes in these things, she believes in what she sees in the dark. "

"What are you trying to tell me, Miller?" Hoffa asked.

"My sister saw your death," Miller said.

Hoffa was taken aback.

The surrounding scene changed again. This time he saw the pitch-black Hogwarts library. Miranda was sitting alone in the restricted area, surrounded by thick magic books. In the dim candlelight, her face was pale and the corners of her mouth There is still a trace of blood. She was holding a wand, her eyes were closed, and she was chanting words, she didn't know what spell she was casting. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

In the darkness, Hoffa stood up abruptly. Heart tightens.

Miller said indifferently: "Since you disappeared two years ago, my sister has been looking for you for a long time, using various methods to find your traces, including some taboo spells, some spells that can predict the future.

Those spells hurt her a lot, but she insisted on doing it, but unfortunately, no matter how she observed the future, the result she got was the same. "

Hoffa looked at Miranda palely, fists in his hands.

"What result?" he asked.

"You're going to die, Hoffa."

There was no sound.

A palpitating silence engulfed the darkened room.

In the picture on the wall, in the library, Miranda is kneeling and sitting in the thick restricted area, she is holding her heart with her hands, her chestnut hair is messily scattered on her shoulders, and the flickering candlelight is reflected in her eyes, Her eyes were dull and lifeless.

Hoffa stared at Miranda for a long time, he shook his head: "No, I won't die, Miller, even the god of death can't accept me."

The image of Miranda in the library slowly fades away.

Miller: "Ah, I just told your sister why she did what she did. It doesn't mean I believe her predictions. The fact is that I have persuaded her many times that the future is unpredictable. The predictions are not accurate every time.

Unfortunately, my sister believed everything she saw.

She saw your death and couldn't find a way to stop it. In the dream, she did those things with you, things that I'm actually against.

However, she thinks that by keeping you in the dream world permanently, she can avoid the arrival that she foresaw. It's a pity that dreams can't lock you up. What is this called, hmph, losing my wife and losing my army. If you want me to say, if you die, you die, what does it have to do with me, right? "

Hoffa was silent, he didn't know what kind of future Miranda saw. However, in the previous 300,000 years of reincarnation, he did experience countless death cycles. If it was those deaths that Miranda foresaw, they were already passed by him.

But what if Miranda didn't foresee the previous deaths?

Soon, Hoffa put this idea behind him. He didn't think Sylby could kill him. It is true that his magic power was not as good as before, but it was gradually recovering. As long as he can recover his peak combat power, even the god of death cannot take him away, and he doesn't believe that there is anyone or anything else that can take him away.

The arms behind the neck were slowly pulled away, and the children's stick figures resumed on the wall. Then, the children's stick figures gradually faded, and the room gradually brightened.

But at the moment when the palm was about to leave Hoffa's shoulder, Hoffa reached out and grabbed the palm on the shoulder suddenly.

"What?" Miller asked indifferently.

"Help me," Hoffa said.

"laugh"

Miller sneered: "You can't be too greedy, Hoffa. You've got a lot. If you want to chase your destiny, please go alone."

"I won't die." Hoffa said firmly.

"I don't care if you die or not, let me go." Miller shook his hand.

Hoffa didn't let go, he said: "Your sister is still in Sylby's hands, no matter what, you have to bring him back."

This sentence angered Miller, his arm suddenly strangled Hoffa's neck, Miller poked his head out from the black smoke, and said through gritted teeth: "I've already told you why my sister is at the half-human king's place, That's not because of me, go on your own, you'll be fine if you're killed, she'll definitely come back!"

"Do you want me to die that much?" Hoffa asked confused.

This sentence hit Miller at a certain point, his arms grabbed Hoffa's neck, and he screamed sharply: "Nonsense, my life! My life was ruined by you! Damn, I don't want to stay in England Mishima is a palm-sized place. I still want to go to ancient Egypt to find mummies, I want to go to the Far East to find savages, I want to go to South America to find lost civilizations, and I want to swim with blue whales in the Arctic Ocean. Damn it! If it weren’t for you, I would have already On the way to achieve these, I hate you, I can't wait for you to die ten thousand times!!"

Hoffa, who was stuck in the neck, coughed, coughing and coughing, and he gradually understood what he said, "This is the last time, after helping me for the last time, as long as I kill the half-human king, you can still explore these places But if you don't kill him, I think even if you go to these places, you will only see ruins and nothing new. Think of the world now, think of Hogwarts without its magic , would you like to live in a world without any magic or magic at all?"

Miller was silent.

Finally, he gritted his teeth bitterly and said: "You have said something human. Then let me ask you, will you kill Sylby this time? Will you be like last time?"

"Won't!!"

Hoffa interrupted Miller immediately, and he repeated: "Absolutely not!!"

"Why not? I want to know why."

Miller asked immediately.

"First of all, I have realized the absurdity of his ideas. Secondly, he dragged me into a nightmare and made your sister suffer so much. I must kill him." Hoffa said vowedly.

"Just, is that so?"

Miller asked.

Hoffa said nothing this time, waiting for Miller's answer.

Suddenly, the arm behind his neck turned into black smoke, and the black smoke condensed towards the back of his left hand, accompanied by burning pain. A violet tattoo gradually took shape on the back of his hand. Seeing this scene, Hoffa heaved a sigh of relief. Miller was willing to help him, which would be a powerful help for him. With this help, he believed that he would be able to figure out Sylby's source of income very quickly.

But before Hoffa was happy for two seconds. His left hand with the violet tattoo suddenly raised up uncontrollably, and stretched out a finger, aiming at himself.

Just when Hoffa didn't know what Miller was going to do, his left hand suddenly opened a mouth, and the mouth chanted softly-"Cruciate Carpal Bone!"

Hoffa's complexion changed drastically. At such a close distance, he was still released by his left hand, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

Seeing a flash of red light, Hoffa fell to the ground, covering his head with one hand and screaming. The Cruciatus wrist bone of the magic genius is definitely several times stronger than the normal version, and the intestines that made Hoffa hurt are all twisted together.

"ah!!"

He covered his head and rolled all over the floor.

The screams even spread downstairs. Dr. Reiner downstairs heard the sound, and immediately rushed upstairs in three steps, about to open the door. But the door was locked. This made Reiner very anxious. He knocked on the door loudly outside, shouting while knocking: "Bach! What's wrong with you! What happened, open the door!"

The severe pain was still happening, but Hoffa, who heard Reiner's shout, still managed to get up from the ground, leaning against the wall, and said in cold sweat.

"No, it's okay! I fell down."

Of course, Reiner obviously didn't agree with this statement, and he asked outside the door: "Are you really okay, Bach, have you encountered any abnormalities?"

(Hoffa glances at his left hand, which sticks its tongue out at him, and the mouth disappears.)

Damn guy.

He shook his hand bitterly and opened the door.

A worried Reiner stood outside the door. He looked into the room but saw nothing.

"Are you really okay?" Reiner looked at Hoffa's pale face and asked worriedly.

"It's okay," Hoffa said through gritted teeth after kicking the corner of the wall, "You should know how painful it is." After finishing speaking, he leaned on the wall and slumped down like mud.

Looking at Hoffa who was supporting the wall and going downstairs, Reiner was at a loss, how could a wizard who would turn into a Thunderbird kick to the corner of the wall and couldn't walk in pain.

In the following days, Hoffa has been traveling between Hegolan Island and nearby towns to stockpile food and medicinal materials for Reiner and Adebe. In the foreseeable future, perhaps Adebe will hide in Hegolan Island for a long time, if his body can hold on.

Although Miller was not impressed by Hoffa's behavior, and even selfishly proposed to set off immediately and leave the old man alone, Hoffa still fulfilled his duties as a junior and arranged everything properly.

On this day, when Hoffa transported the last batch of supplies to the ancestral home of the Goshak family, it was already late at night.

At this point, Dr. Reiner had already gone to rest, and Adebe had been asleep for a long time due to mental weakness.

Hoffa didn't want to disturb them leaving quietly, but when he put down the supplies, he saw Adebe sitting by the fireplace, looking at him with his eyes open. So Hoffa walked gently to Adebe, knelt down and whispered He asked, "Professor, do you want some water?"

"Hoffa. Don't let her down." Adbe looked at him and begged.

Hoffa looked at Professor Adebe, and felt a sudden heavy burden on his body. He couldn't say anything beautiful, and he couldn't make any answers. He could only squat by the fireplace blankly.

Finally, he said dully, "I'm leaving, Professor."

Adebe kissed his forehead: "I believe you can find a solution to the problem, Hoffa."

Hoffa nodded, took heavy steps, closed the door and left.

As soon as he went out, Miller cursed.

"Old man, he treats you better than me! Are you his grandson, ah!?"

Without saying a word, Hoffa walked to the dock, started the small motorboat in the night, and sailed into the sea. Along the way, Miller didn't stop cursing, swearing about hypocrisy, disgusting, cold-blooded, turning his elbows and so on.

He was still angry after scolding Adbe, and started scolding Hoffa again.

"Meddling your own business, really meddling your own business, my grandpa wants you to meddle? You really take the things in your dreams seriously! Let me tell you, he is not your grandpa. Unless I use the Imperius Curse on you, you are not allowed to do that to him." good!"

"Then why did you use the Cruciatus Curse on me?" Hoffawen asked in a low voice.

He never knew the answer to this question.

"I'm happy, what do you do with me."

Miller said grimly.

"Unreasonable," Hoffa said.

"Old scumbag."

Miller sneered.

Hoffa went dumb.

"Hehe, I haven't seen you for a few years, and my skin has become thicker. I used to be shameless, and I would refute when I scolded you." Miller said sharply.

Hoffa was speechless.

After bickering with Hoffa, Miller seemed in a good mood. He asked curiously, "Do you have any ideas? How to kill Sylby."

Hoffa immediately said: "I was very curious before, how did Sylby get so much money. Why can he always have so many resources at his disposal. I was still thinking these two days. When I saw you today, It suddenly occurred to me that a month ago, when your sister was still with me, she and I destroyed an organ trafficking den together. The person in charge of the den said that they secretly sold organs for the enjoyment of rich people . I think this may be a clue that can be investigated further."

"Really?" Miller said indifferently, "Then where do you decide to investigate?"

"New York Harbor," Hoffa blurted out.

"New York? My dear, your span is too big."

Having said that, Miller's tone was very excited.

"That's right. Last time, the organs were sent to New York Harbor for distribution. Besides, Germany has just been defeated. The rich and powerful people are all in North America. If you want to investigate the source of the money, you have to go to the place with the most money. You What do you think?" he asked.

Miller: "You have the final say, brother-in-law."

Hoffa: "Can you stop calling me brother-in-law?"

Miller: "Good brother-in-law."

Hoffa regretted it in his heart, he shouldn't have mentioned this, but now, it aroused this guy's rebellious psychology.

"But brother-in-law, before you do business, can you find me a body?"

"Ah?" Hoffa wondered, "Can't you just stay with me?"

"Oh, I finally left my sister and went out to play by myself. You still want me to stay in your hands. I also want a little freedom. How about it, find me a body in North America."

Hoffa has one head and two big ones.