Hoffa rubbed his temples and stared at the ceiling of the coffee shop with a headache. There were strings of silver stars hanging there, hung on scarlet suede by transparent nylon fishing lines, with dragon patterns or yin and yang symbols printed in the center.

The light shines on it, refracting distorted light.

He realized that he had once again fallen into an unknown situation. The crisis came so quickly and covertly, leaving him no room for preparation.

Chloe still had a conscience, she comforted: "Don't be so pessimistic, if you can make my magic power run wild again within two days, then things will be very simple."

"Magic runs rampant."

"You are also a wizard, aren't you? This shouldn't be difficult for you."

Hoffa didn't speak. He touched his chin and started thinking. He had a very simple way to restore Chloe's magic power. He himself was a man lacking in magic power, so he did prepare some magic power restoration potion.

But he has no experience at all in letting the magic go wild. During the three years at Hogwarts, he was learning how to accurately control magic all the time. He has never tried to make the magic go wild."

"What, is there nothing you can do?"

"Stop talking! I'm thinking."

"Every minute you think about it, you are closer to death." Chloe reminded.

"Shut up!"

Hoffa said angrily: "I was wondering if a magic restoration potion would work?"

"Do you have it? The amount must be quite large."

Chloe said firmly.

"I have."

Hoffa stood up without hesitation and said, "I'll get it. You wait for me here."

Chloe also stood up, "I'll go with you."

"Can you leave?"

Hoffa asked suspiciously.

"You have to leave even if you can't," Chloe pointed out the window: "I'm like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered here alone."

Hoffa followed her finger and saw a number of tanks rumbling past on the street.

Behind the tanks, dozens of soldiers escorted hundreds of unkempt Jews through the streets.

Seeing this scene, Hoffa's eyes darkened.

"Okay, follow me and don't get lost."

Probably because of the meal, the relationship between the two was not as tense as when they first met. When they left the coffee shop, it was already approaching night.

After passing through dense checkpoints and outposts, they arrived at the outskirts of Paris.

What you can see are metal pipes and chimneys hovering on the ground and in mid-air like rugged snakes. The huge demand brought about by the war made these suburban factories like giant beasts running at full speed, constantly devouring metal and coal.

By the time they arrived at the outskirts where factories were densely populated, the sky was completely dark, and heavy rain fell from the sultry and humid night sky. It was so wet that it made people feel uncomfortable.

Standing under an awning downstairs in his factory, Hoffa said to Chloe: "Wait for me here while I go get the potion."

Chloe looked around and asked with some worry: "Is it safe here? Now ** wizards are looking for me all over the streets."

Hoffa stared at the gray rain and fog outside the awning and thought for a moment: "It should be relatively safe. I have rarely seen German troops coming to such a place where birds don't shit." He paused and said: "I'll be back in ten minutes.

, it’s okay.”

"Okay, go and come back quickly."

Chloe said: "But you have to remember, it's best not to meet yourself, let alone people you know."

"What kind of rule is this?"

"Have you ever seen yourself?" Chloe asked.

"No."

Hoffa shook his head.

"That's right, everything that has happened is irreversible and irreversible. It is best to have only one you in a time and space. This is the most reasonable. If your existence is seen by yourself, then the result will be

No one can predict the unreasonable consequences. The only thing that can be predicted is that your body's disintegration speed will reach its limit."

"Okay." Hoffa agreed immediately.

Then he disappeared into the air.

Chloe looked at Hoffa disappearing in the rain, sighed, and sat on the bench of the awning. This was probably a bus stop that no one had used for a long time, and there were few people around.

After sitting for a while, bored, she swung her legs and began to hum some obscure tunes.

At this moment, a black old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz sedan slid out of the rain curtain silently, with its orange lights on, like a ghost wandering in this factory area.

The black car drove past the stop sign about fifty meters away, then turned back and returned to the awning.

The car window rolled down, revealing a hooded figure behind it.

"Hello, Miss Flamel."

Chloe, who was humming, saw the hooded man approaching Chi Chi, and immediately broke into a cold sweat. She got up and ran away.

...

...

On the other side, on the wall of the factory, Hoffa climbed like a gecko. His daily work place was on the second floor of the factory. However, after being reminded by Chloe, he did not dare to take the normal route, so he went directly from the factory.

The external sewage pipe climbed up.

Arriving outside the window of his office, he cautiously looked inside.

Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

I saw that in that old office, the guy who looked exactly like me was writing and drawing at the table.

An old-fashioned radio on the table was playing a dull old-fashioned German song, Lily Marlene.

"VorderKaserne"

"Vordemgro?enTor"

"StandeineLaterne"

"Undstehtsienochdavor"

"Sooll'nirunsdaiederseh'n"

"BeiderLaterneollenirsteh'n"

"WieeinstLiliMarleen....."

"This song is really poisonous..."

He murmured to himself and hid outside the window to look at himself. This feeling was so weird and novel that Hoffa couldn't help but look at himself a few more times.

Just as he was watching, he seemed to notice something from his self three days ago, and he suddenly looked up.

Hoffa immediately escaped into the ghost walk and avoided his own gaze. But his other self did not give up. He stood up and went to the window and looked outside in confusion.

Then, separated only by a wall, the self from two days ago poked his head out from behind the window. At that moment, a sharp pain shot through his arm, like a sharp knife cutting flesh.

He rolled up his sleeves and took a look.

The entire middle part of the forearm turned into crystals.

Not only that, there were vague pains in his lower abdomen, thighs, and many places. Even without looking, Hoffa knew that the time flare was expanding on him, and he was becoming more and more illogical.

Although he didn't know what would happen if he jumped out now, he estimated that if he was seen, this flare would swallow him up instantly.

It's too dangerous.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and leaned against the wall, not daring to breathe.

He thought to himself that it was also a time shift, so why did Harry and Hermione in the future not have to bear any side effects, but he was like a beast that drank blood and suffered direct harm from the laws of the world.

Two days ago, Hoffa looked around for a moment and saw nothing, so he returned to his place, writing and drawing. During this process, he did not dare to move.

About five minutes passed, until the drizzle made my body soaked through, and there were knocks on the door.

He turned slightly and looked sideways, only to see himself standing up and opening the door two days ago.

Norbert walked into the room covered in rain: "This damn weather, it rains endlessly."

He complained loudly, took off his rubber boots, and poured out the rainwater.

"Is anyone following?"

Hoffa asked two days ago, holding a woven bag and locking the door.

"No."

Norbert picked up a pot of water, drank it down, and then touched his mouth: "Don't lock the door, we have to go out in a while."

"Why are you still going out?"

"I have something to take care of."
To be continued...