"How is he doing?"

(Hazy, Hoffa heard someone ask curiously. He tried to move, but couldn't)

"Does it have anything to do with you?" someone said impatiently.

"That's weird." A woman said.

"What's weird?"

"When he was brought here in the morning, we had already diagnosed him with third-degree severe burns. Almost all the skin on his body was burned, and he could barely breathe. But at night...he seemed to be...

..."

(Hoffa felt his skin was itchy, so he struggled)

"Like what?"

"It seems that there are only first-degree minor burns..." The woman replied in confusion: "It's only been less than twelve hours, how could...?"

"Well, Metz, you observed very carefully, but you forgot everything."

The magic light flashed, and Hoffa opened his eyes. What he saw was a dark ceiling, and bottles dripping from his hand. The dark room under the moonlight was filled with bottles and cans scattered everywhere, and it was extremely crowded.

There was an old man holding a wand and pointing at a witch standing next to him. The witch had a dull expression, as if she had just woken up and was confused.

He raised his arms, but felt that his whole body was tied almost tightly. When he looked carefully, he found that he had been tied up and turned into a mummy, lying on an iron bed.

After thinking about it for a moment, he understood what happened. A wizard set a fire in his theater. Not only did he set the fire, but he also blew up the entire theater to the sky. He wanted to put out the fire, but unfortunately he couldn't do it at the right time.

During the day, he fell into the fire and was taken to the hospital.

Thinking of the thousands of civilians who came to watch the party in his theater, he was still in the mood to continue lying down. Without hesitation, he pulled open the catheter on his arm and tore off all the bloody bandages on his body.

The sound of the bandage breaking attracted the old man holding the wand. He immediately put away the wand and came to the bedside in two or three steps.

Hoffa saw his appearance clearly and became even more disgusted. With a wrinkled face, a few sparse hair, and trembling fingers, it was Nico Flamel.

"It's you again?" he asked impatiently.

"It's me."

"Where is this?"

"My basement."

"Stay there!"

He pushed Nicoléme away, finished tearing off the bandage, picked up a set of clothes from the hanger, put it on his head, lifted his legs and walked out.

"You brat, where are you going?"

Nico Flamel tried to hold him back, but he ignored him. He refused to let go and chased after him with his cane: "You can't go back to that theater now, you must not go back."

"Why?" Hoffa looked at Nico Flamel suspiciously: "I should have warned you not to follow me, right?"

"I didn't follow you, and now you've been burned to ashes." He paused his crutch angrily: "You really think you are invincible, but I have never seen a vampire who can survive being roasted on the fire during the day, how can you?

You have to thank me!"

Hoffa stopped and his expression softened slightly.

Nico Flamel sighed, turned around and pushed the dull-looking witch out of the door, then slammed the door. He took out a radio from the corner, placed it in front of Hoffa, and turned the switch a few times.

, a buzzing report flowed from the radio:

"BBC Evening News, it is reported that at 6 o'clock this morning, a fire broke out in a theater in Soho, London, causing a lot of damage to surrounding buildings. Fortunately, no one died, and only one man was injured. Currently, the injured man has been injured

He was sent to the hospital. The specific cause of the fire is still under investigation. It is initially determined that the electricity was used carelessly. We also hope that everyone will remain cautious when using electricity..."

The female host on the Muggle radio finished reading the manuscript in a calm voice and began to report some news about the weather and current affairs, but as she listened, Hoffa felt that something was wrong.

No one died?

One person was injured.

He clearly watched thousands of people turn to ashes in the sea of ​​​​fire last night, how come no one died? After this horrific incident similar to 911, no one cared about whether the world was crazy or he was crazy.

At this time, Nico Flamel turned the radio to the magic channel again: "...At six o'clock in the morning this morning, a large number of Muggles disappeared in the bar street of Soho, London. It was initially determined that they were from a place of teleportation magic.

Sincerely, the perpetrator is unknown and the number of missing people is unknown. Members of the Disaster Reversal Department have been dispatched to repair the problem. If you see any missing Muggles or anyone whose whereabouts are suspicious, please contact the Defense Against the Dark Arts Department as soon as possible. Thank you for cooperating with the Voice of Wizards to assist you.

Report, let’s look at the next set of briefings. The Quidditch World Cup will be held at the end of this month..."

Nico Flamel turned off the radio and whispered to Hoffa: "Don't cause trouble and keep a low profile. We can't attract any attention from the Ministry of Magic this year. Do you understand?"

"Obviously many, many people died, why did they say no one died?" Hoffa asked his doubts.

"Carrion Potion."

Nico Flamel sighed and pulled out a wine bottle from the bottles and jars nearby. The bottle was burnt black and torn into pieces, but Hoffa could still identify that it was him.

The Ninety Six Polish Distilled Vodka that was used to pour wine for the Nightmare God.

Nico Flamel said in a solemn voice: "After the fire was put out, I entered your theater as soon as possible and found this before the Ministry of Magic. After my testing, someone put corruption in the wine you provided.

Corpse potion, after drinking this potion, it will melt the human body into its most basic elements within a few hours. It is one of the most terrifying potions in the world."

"What? Why drugging?" Hoffa was confused: "What's the purpose? Who would have trouble with a group of homeless people?"

"I don't know, but I'm more inclined to think that that person's target was you. He wanted to kill you, but you didn't fall for it."

Poison yourself?

Hoffa thought of the strange man who looked at him coldly in the flames last night, his fingers clenched into fists and his bones crackling. But after thinking about it more carefully, he immediately rejected this argument.

"Impossible. I have been holding free parties in Soho every day for the past week, providing alcohol. These drinks are transferred directly from the winery. Thousands of bottles. If you just want to kill me, why bother using such a large area?

What’s more, after fifty years, I haven’t found any trace of anyone remembering me in this world, who would come and kill me when they have nothing to do?”

"That's deceiving others."

Nicoléme put down the bottle of wine, "The rotting corpse poison is originally used to destroy corpses and eliminate traces. A bottle of rotting corpse poison, plus a fire, is enough to make anyone disappear silently."

As he said that, he also frowned: "But it's really weird. You used rotting corpse poison to kill the Muggles and also set a fire to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces. Don't you want to attract other people's attention?"

????

Hoffa was confused. He believed that there was always a reason for killing, whether it was love killing, vendetta, or profit killing...but none of them seemed to have anything to do with the fire in his theater. The man ran away after setting the fire.

, simply and neatly, with no explanation at all. What on earth do you want to do?

He walked around Nico Flamel's house.

Could it be that I am dreaming?

He thought about the possibility that the God of Nightmares saw that he did not agree to its request, and became angry and made fun of him?

So he used his magic power, and it worked normally, without any signs of stiffness. He then looked around, the scenery was normal, it was night, he was full of energy, and there was no trace of any dream.

He was not dreaming. He had dreamed so many times that he could clearly distinguish the difference between dreams and reality.

Could it be Tom and his group... Hoffa thought about it and still felt something was wrong. Even Tom would not pointlessly attack a group of homeless people having a party. Besides, judging from the time, then

This guy is lingering in who knows where at the moment. How could he come inexplicably and blow up his own theater?

The incident became complicated and confusing, and he was already prepared to eat and die in this world, but this sudden change made his head hurt.

"Don't think about it yet," Nico Flamel said helplessly: "You shouldn't be so high-profile. Although the British Ministry of Magic doesn't know how many people died, I can detect poison, and so can they. Maybe

They have laid a dragnet around your theater, so you must not go back now."

Nicoléme seemed quite calm and put away the bottle:

"By the way, if you feel ashamed for the death of those people, I can tell you that it doesn't actually matter. If you don't go back, this world line will collapse sooner or later. It doesn't matter if a thousand people die."

"Don't put the blame on me, make it look like I killed these people!" Hoffa yelled angrily.

(Nicola Flamel shut up, shrugged, and started tinkering with the pile of bottles and cans.)

When everything went wrong, Hoffa wanted to rub his hair vigorously, but found that his hair had been burned away by the flames. Before it could grow back, he now became bald.

"Oh shit."

He kicked a medicine bottle away with his kick, and his anger continued to rise. If Sylby had gray hair, he would become gray hair. If Sylby was bald, he would become bald. Why is that guy so haunted?

?

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became. He looked at Nicoléme: "I'll start with you, although you saved me, but you want me to go back, I advise you to give up!"

"I'm not here to ask you to go back." Nico Flamel put down his work, sighed, and said, "If you really don't want to go back, who can force you."

After a pause, he said: "Actually, I am here this time to ask for your help."

"Are you coming again? Old man, do I know you well?"
Chapter completed!