Chapter 266
"Which flavor do you like?"
The boss of the ice cream shop asked.
This should be a sun shone brightly street, with brilliant light shining on the snow-white table, shining brightly.
"What's the taste?"
Hoffa was lying at the table behind the ice cream shop, excited.
"There are two flavors."
Boss stood by the big bucket on the left side of the bar, pressed the switch, and a ball of light blue and white ice cream spun out of the opening:" This kind of flavor is mint and vanilla. It can make you as if drunk and stupefied, refreshing and full of passion for life!"
Slap.
Boss put the ice cream in front of Hoffa, turned around and went to another big bucket behind the bar, pressed the switch, and a bunch of red ice cream hovered out of the machine: "this, it's strawberry plus rum Although the taste of wine is not as exciting as the previous one, it can let you find a kind of lasting mildness and sweetness in the hot summer, which will last for a long time."
Two kinds of ice cream, one red and one blue. On the snow-white tabletop, he was pushed over. Boss asked: "Which one do you want?"
"This..."
Hoffa hesitated for a while, then waved his hand: "Aiya, the child I want to make a choice."
Boss shook his head, "No, our shop only sells one flavor, one person can only choose one."
"Um... ...."
"Um..."
"Um..."
Hoffa is very entangled, he gnaws I touched my nails and looked at the two cups of ice cream in front of me with different styles. After thinking for a long time, extend the hand pointed at the blue-white mint vanilla flavor: "Forget it, I still want this."
"Are you sure?"
Boss pointed to the blue and white ice cream and asked with a smile.
"This..."
Hoffa stared at the red ice cream for a long time. He hesitated for a long time. Finally he moved his eyes and gritted his teeth, "Forget it , I want this."
Boss pushed him the blue and white ice cream, then changed hands and threw the red 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, you don't want it."
Boss Shrugged: "Let's go, we are closed today."
Hoffa took the blue-and-white ice cream in his hand and turned away depressed and puzzled. But looking at the ice cream in his hand, he felt better again. He licked it happily, and at the moment of the entrance, it was as if he was kissing a peerless beauty, and every pore on his body was comfortably opened.
"Ah"
He smiled and licked the blue and white ice cream in his hand, licking, he suddenly felt that the red ice cream that he hadn’t chosen should taste good.
Thinking about it, he started to run back again eagerly, and wanted to ask the boss if he could think of a way to try that flavor of ice cream for himself.
It’s really not good. It’s okay to flip it out of the trash can and lick it...
You can go back, the bright sun disappears, all directions Shrouded in the indestructible red, the air is like cut flesh and blood.
Back to the ice cream shop, the originally clean and bright bar was covered with black and red veins. Every corner of the wall was hung with dark red blood and unknown human tissues, such as lesions. The internal organs are generally terrifying.
The ice cream shop has completely turned into a slaughterhouse.
Countless flies are flying Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Cockroaches are crawling everywhere.
The ice cream in Hoffa's scared hand fell to the ground. He walked very slowly to the place where the trash can was originally placed. In that bucket, there is no red ice cream, only a bloody head .
"Ah!!!"
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The screams were screamed by the car The whistle was overwhelmed.
Hoffa opened his eyes abruptly. Holding his chest tightly, it was cold sweat from top to bottom.
He was sitting in a bus, and there was a passing scenery outside the window, with tall buildings forming a large area, and the night was dark. The youngster reflected on the glass, with cold sweat on his forehead, and golden eyes with deep fear.
After a while, he released his hand and took out a round glass ball from his chest. The monster in the glass ball was quietly examining him.
It is another nightmare.
Damn it!
He pushed the glass ball back into his chest and didn't want to say a word.
The God of Nightmare really did not break his promise, as long as he accidentally falls asleep, he will surely usher in a nightmare. This is already his third nightmare accidentally in the past few days.
Heavy shoulders.
Looking sideways, thick long burgundy hair hangs from his shoulders to his chest. He can hear the light breathing under the red hair, and his heart is a little settled. The nun is sleeping soundly beside him.
"hehe..."
Low laughter sounded from his side.
Hoffa lifted his head on his shoulders, and put his head out unhappily. Under the dim lights of the bus, several little boys and girls sitting next door were shaking their calves and looking at him. It's snickering.
"Why are you laughing!?"
Hoffa lowered her voice, rebuke.
The little girl looked at him and made a shy gesture.
"A man is a little ghost!"
Hoffa rebuke again, in exchange for more grimace.
He sat back helplessly. The nun was already awake, rubbing her eyes and yawning. Seeing him sitting down, she smiled and patted his shoulder to signal him to relax.
At this time, the driver driving in front said: "Sir, the Tower Bridge is here, do you plan to get off the South or North?"
"Directly on the bridge Come down." Hoffa replied. "I can just walk the road behind."
"OK."
The driver stepped on the brake, and the bus slowly stopped on the bridge between the two high towers. , Under the bridge, is the surging Thames. On the river not far away, the British warship "Belfast" was still parked, the battleship brightly lit.
A week has passed since they killed Mans. After no opponents stopped him, it took him only a few days to send Chloe to his destination, Britain, London.
However, in order to conceal people's eyes, he did not use any magic means, but instead chartered a bus and rode to this place after more than a year's absence.
After paying the driver, Hoffa took the nun and the group of children out of the car, and the group of children ran around enthusiastically when they got out of the car, seeing everything fresh.
When a cargo ship passed the Tower Bridge in London, and the deck under the Tower Bridge opened, they all exclaimed.
The bus drove away, and Hoffa asked Chloe: "How can I reach Nicholas Flamel?"
"I don’t know, Delfina told me if I When I return to London, someone will come to pick me up."
Hoffa: "..."
Chloe seemed quite natural, she stood Overlooking the buildings in the distance from Tower Bridge: "I haven't been back here for many, many years. Would you like to take me around first?"
"Okay, then go around."
p>Hoffa didn't have any good ideas either. He gathered the children together and didn't let them run around. Then he took Chloe and the group of children for a purposeless stroll in London.
London in 1943 was far from being like that of later generations. The streets were full of luxury cars and famous brand shops. But the huge devastation caused by the war left the entire city in a bleak atmosphere.
However, as one of the largest cities in the world, its huge population is still not comparable to that of a small city like Bournemouth. He could see countless scaffolds on Big Ben in the distance, black cars passing by, and most pedestrians with black umbrellas, their expressions numb and hurried, and all the walls that he saw were posted signs of enlistment. Only the occasional shining neon lights on the roadside and some hanging branches of pine trees remind Hoffa that it is not too far away from Christmas at this moment.
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 afterwards?"
"It's not clear for the time being."
Hoffa obediently and honestly's answer, Ministry of Magic people have not come yet, he is reluctant to think about the future until the nun is completely sent away. Plan.
"Then is there anything you really want to do." She turned around and stood shoulder to shoulder with Hoffa.
"What do you want to do in particular?"
"Yes, it is the future life, dreams and the like?"
"What do you ask this for? "
"This battle is always impossible to fight endlessly. When the war is over, you have to settle down, but you can't keep floating."
"Hmm. , Go back to Norbert and continue to make alchemy weapons with him..." Hoffa said uncertainly.
"Do you want to do this for the rest of your life?"
"Hmm."
Hoffa scratched his head, indifferent expression.
But Chloe looked at him with a little reluctance, so he thought about it and said, "Actually, I want to open a store in the wizard market and sell all kinds of All kinds of things."
"What are you selling?"
"Hmm...potion, maybe."
Hoffa said subconsciously I made my own choice: "What do you think."
"That's great. When the war is over, I will open a monastery, and then you will open a potion store next to me. We You can be a neighbor."
"Are you a neighbor? But I am not surnamed Wang."
He muttered to himself.
"What did you say?" Chloe asked puzzled.
"It's nothing."
Hoffa was amused by a stalk who only knew: "I said nonsense."
"That's right,"
Chloe suddenly stopped, and the two stopped him when they passed a fountain in Prancing Horse Square, their expressions becoming a little serious.
"What's the matter." Hoffa was alert.
"You said, tell me the reason for sending me back to London, can you tell me now?"
"cough cough...you haven't Forget..."
Hoffa coughed a few times, and countless words flashed in his mind for a moment. After thinking about it for a long time, he almost sorted out his thoughts and looked upright: "I have a very good friend..."
"Chloe!! "
A cry of surprise interrupted the chat between the two.
Looking up, a group of men in standard muggle suits turned out behind the public telephone booth in a row of apartments in the distance. A bald head came out of the crowd, still a tall female bald head. She beckoned to both of them excitedly.
"Look here!!"
It took Hoffa a while to recognize this female bald head. She was the Ministry of Magic employee, Fati, who handed over the escort task to her in France at the time. Er's secretary, Delfina.
She is wearing a lace dress with a black high collar with ruffles. The skirt may be from the 19th century, but it looks inexplicably fashionable. Her waist is straight and calm.
Then, there was an unusually old, crouched old man from behind the bald woman, he slammed a cane and smiled at the coming crowd.
The old man still has hair, but it is cut very short. Hoffa could see the brown scalp through his loose white hair. When he laughed, two rows of teeth were exposed, only two or three were dropped from the bottom and the back.
However, what impressed him most was the old man's eyes. In his opinion, those eyes did not seem to leave any traces of time, and there was no turbidity or godlessness at all. On the contrary, it is as clear as the youngster.
Hoffa stopped chatting, her expression became serious. Even if he didn't say it, he knew who came over, Nicholas Flamel, one of the most famous Alchemist in history.
The bald woman Delphina greeted the old man with a quick trot and stood in front of Hoffa and Chloe. Yes, right?"
The old man ignored her. He looked at Chloe and opened his arms to hug her, but Chloe took a step back and hid behind Hoffa, a little embarrassed. Said: "long time no see, Sir Grandfather."
The inexplicable resistance made Nicholas Flamel a little embarrassed. He retracted his arm and extended the hand to Hoffa: "I heard about you a long time ago, today I just saw it. I really appreciate your help. Thank you so much."
"Um, no thanks." Hoffa shook the palm that was as old as a bark. "You need more than I thought. Be younger."
"You are taller than I thought, and handsome." Nicholas Flamel held him with two hands.
Hoffa twitched his lips and was too lazy to be greeted. He let go of his position and pushed Chloe out, "It’s over, I don’t want to bother too much. I don’t have after-sales service, so I will come out later. Don't look for me anymore."
"Natural...Natural..."
"That is certain."
Delphine and Nicholas both laughed, only Chloe lowered his head, his face a little pale.
Hoffa doesn't want to stay here too much. Anyway, Nicholas Flamel is taking care of Chloe, which is definitely more reliable than his temporary bodyguard. After all, in the past six months, I haven't seen any gains, and I have struggled with countless weird wizards and monsters, almost killing my life.
This kind of stupid thing, Hoffa thinks it is enough to do it once in a lifetime.
As for what the current Ministry of Magic Fatir would do with her abilities, he probably knew, but he didn't want to participate because he didn't want to see the man at all.
After pushing Chloe to Nicholas Flamel's side, he intends to leave immediately. However, just two steps back, a shout came from behind:
"Wait a moment."
Looking back, I saw Chloe and Nicholas Flamel very politely. I greeted him and ran to Hoffa in three steps and two steps, and quickly asked, "Are you having a wish that you can't achieve by yourself? I hope I can help you achieve it."
paused, she again Said: "Tell me, if I can do it, I will definitely help you!"
"Ah..."
Hoffa put her hands on her back, lowered her head and looked at herself The shoelace, the expression is a little melancholy. But when he lifts the head, his face was already covered with a bright smile: "Actually there is no one. I am glad to meet you, Miss Flamel."
Chloe did not smile, she stood in a chill She looked at him seriously in the air, "Is that it?"
Hoffa glanced at the crowd behind her, secretly sighed, he wanted to hug her very much, he knew Chloe was sure Will not refuse, but the impulse eventually turned into restraint. In the end, he was just patted the nun's shoulder, "Go back."
"Goodbye, Mr. Bach."
" Goodbye."
She slowly walked back to the waiting line, Nicholas Flamel took off her robe and put it on her, leaning on her shoulders, nodded at Hoffa, and Hoffa was right. He nodded compliments.
Crack.
a light sound.
Nicholas Flamel took Chloe and the children into a plume of azure smoke, and Disapparation disappeared.
Only the bald woman was left at the scene, looking at him with a faint smile.