"What flavor do you like?"

asked the ice cream shop owner.

This should be a sunny street, with bright light shining on the snow-white tables, shining brightly.

"What's the flavor?"

Hoffa was lying in front of the table at the back of the ice cream parlor, looking very excited.

"There are two flavors."

The boss stood by the large bucket on the left side of the bar, pressed the switch, and a ball of light blue and white ice cream spun out from the opening: "This flavor is mint and vanilla. Eating it will make you intoxicated.

Uplifted and full of passion for life!”

Snap.

The boss placed the ice cream in front of Hoffa, turned around and went to another vat behind the bar, pressed the switch, and a ball of red ice cream swirled out of the machine: "This one is strawberry and rum flavored, although

It's not as exciting as the previous one, but it allows you to find a long-lasting gentleness and sweetness in the hot summer."

Two types of ice cream, one red and one blue, were placed on the white table and pushed over. The boss asked: "Which one do you want?"

"this......"

Hoffa hesitated for a while and waved his hand: "Oh, only children make choices. I want them all."

The boss shook his head, "No, our store only sells one flavor, and one person can only choose one."

"Um......"

"Um......"

"Um......"

Hoffa was very torn. He bit his fingernails and looked at the two cups of ice cream with different styles in front of him. After thinking for a long time, he pointed at the blue and white cup of mint and vanilla: "Forget it, I still want this."

"Are you sure?"

The boss asked with a smile, pointing to the blue and white ice cream.

"this....."

Hoffa stared at the red ice cream for a long time and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he moved his eyes away and gritted his teeth, "Forget it, I want this."

The boss pushed the blue and white ice cream to him, then turned around and threw the red cup of ice cream into the trash can.

"What are you doing!" Hoffa yelled, "Don't give it to me."

"It's not that I don't want it, it's that you don't want it."

The boss shrugged: "Let's go, we're closed today."

Hoffa took the blue-white ice cream in his hand and turned around to leave in confusion. But looking at the ice cream in his hand, he felt better again. He took a lick of it happily, and the moment he entered the mouth, he felt as if he was kissing a peerless beauty.

Every pore opens comfortably.

"Ah~"

He smiled and licked the blue and white ice cream in his hand. As he licked and licked, he suddenly felt that the red ice cream that he had not chosen tasted pretty good too.

After thinking about it, he started to run back again, wanting to ask the boss if he could find a way to give himself that flavor of ice cream.

If it really doesn't work, you can dig it out of the trash can and lick it...

But as soon as we walked back, the bright sunshine disappeared, and the indestructible red was shrouded in all directions, and the air was like flesh and blood that had been cut open.

Back at the ice cream shop, the originally clean and bright bar was covered with black and red veins, and every corner of the wall was hung with dark red blood and unknown human tissue, as scary as diseased internal organs.

The ice cream shop turned into a slaughterhouse.

Countless flies were buzzing around and cockroaches were crawling everywhere.

Hoffa was so frightened that the ice cream in his hand fell to the ground. He walked very slowly to the place where the trash can was originally placed. In the bucket, there was no red ice cream, only a bloody human head.

"ah!!"

...

...

The screams were drowned out by the sound of car horns.

Hoffa opened his eyes suddenly. He held his chest tightly and was covered in cold sweat.

He was sitting in a bus. Outside the window was a fleeting scene of tall buildings and darkness. The young man reflected in the glass had cold sweat on his forehead and a deep fear in his golden eyes.

After a while, he let go of his hand and took out a round glass ball from his chest. The monster inside the glass ball was quietly examining him.

Another nightmare.

hateful!

He stuffed the glass ball back into his chest and didn't want to say a word.

The God of Nightmares does indeed keep his promise. As long as he accidentally falls asleep, he will definitely have nightmares. This is already the third nightmare he has accidentally had in the past few days.

Heavy on shoulders.

Looking sideways, he saw thick burgundy hair hanging from his shoulders to his chest. He could hear the gentle breathing under the red hair, and felt a little calmer. The nun was sleeping soundly next to him.

"Hehehe..."

A low laugh sounded from beside him.

Hoffa lifted his head off his shoulders and stuck his head out unhappily. Under the dim light of the bus, several little boys and girls sitting next door were dangling their calves and looking at him and snickering.

"Why are you laughing!?"

Hoffa lowered his voice and scolded.

The little girl looked at him and made a shy gesture of shaving.

"You're a little kid but you're a big kid!"

Hoffa scolded him again, only to receive more grimaces.

He sat back helplessly. The nun had woken up and was rubbing her eyes and yawning. When she saw him sitting down, she smiled and patted his shoulder, signaling him to relax.

At this time, the driver in front said: "Sir, we have arrived at Tower Bridge. Do you plan to get off at the South End or the North End?"

"Just get off the bridge." Hoffa replied. "I can just walk the rest of the way by myself."

"ok."

The driver stepped on the brakes, and the bus slowly stopped on the bridge between the two tall towers. Under the bridge, was the surging Thames River. On the river not far away, the British warship "Bell" was still parked.

Fast, the battleship is brightly lit.

A week had passed since they killed Mance. Without any opponent to stop him, it only took him a few days to send Chloe to her destination, London, England.

However, in order to deceive others, he did not use any magic means. Instead, he chartered a bus and took the bus to this place where he had been away for more than a year.

After paying the driver, Hoffa took the nun and the group of children out of the car. The children ran around happily as soon as they got off the car, and everything they saw was new.

When a cargo ship passed the Tower Bridge in London and the bridge deck beneath the Tower Bridge opened, they all exclaimed.

As the bus drove away, Hoffa asked Chloe: "How can I contact Nico Flamel?"

"I don't know, Delphine told me that if I return to London, someone will definitely come to pick me up."

Hoffa: "......"

Chloe seemed quite natural. She stood on Tower Bridge and looked at the buildings in the distance: "I haven't been back here for many, many years. Why don't you take me around first?"

"Okay, let's transfer then."

Hoffa didn't have any good ideas. He gathered the children together and stopped them from running around. Then he took Chloe and the children for an aimless stroll in London.

London in 1943 was far from what it would be in later generations, with luxury cars dotted on the streets and brand-name stores everywhere. Perhaps it would still be the same ten years ago. But the huge ravages caused by the war left the entire city in a desolate atmosphere.

However, as one of the largest cities in the world, its huge population is still not comparable to that of a small town like Bournemouth. He could see countless scaffoldings erected on Big Ben in the distance, and the people running around him were all black.

Most of the cars and pedestrians were carrying black umbrellas, with numb and hurried expressions. All the walls he saw were posted with notices for recruitment into the army. Only the occasional neon lights shining on the roadside and some hanging pine tree branches reminded Hoffa that Christmas was just around the corner.

The time is not too far away.

However, none of this affected Chloe's mood. She put her hands behind her back, walked backwards in front of Hoffa, and asked with a smile: "Where are you going after?"

"It's not clear yet."

Hoffa answered honestly that the people from the Ministry of Magic had not arrived yet, and he was reluctant to think about future plans before sending the nun away completely.

"Then is there anything in particular you want to do?" She turned around and stood shoulder to shoulder with Hoffa.

“What do you particularly want to do?”

"Yes, it's the future life, dreams and so on?"

"Why are you asking?"

"This battle can't go on forever. When the war is over, you have to make a decision. You can't keep floating."

"Well, go back to Norbert and continue to make alchemical weapons and the like with him..." Hoffa said uncertainly.
To be continued...