Chapter 284
The sky was torrential rain, the trees that were blown by the strong wind bent down, the trees that were slightly weaker were pulled up by the roots, and the air was full of rubble and gravel. .
In the abandoned factory building, a huge black shadow fell from the sky. It was wrapped in electric current and slammed heavily on the abandoned steel water tank on the top. The steel pierced out of the wings of its huge wings. It didn't realize it, its huge legs and claws stepped on the heavy iron roof of the factory building, and it was about to fly again.
At this time, the factory building around it suddenly came alive. The metal beams and drainage pipes were automatically combined to form one after another huge magic structure. Those structures jumped on the ground and lifted by the metal pipe. The constituted arm stepped forward and held the Thunderbird about to take off.
"Hiss!"
Thunder light flashed, Thunderbird has a huge head held high, and its hair rises like steel needles, and the sharp bird's beak emits one after another thick smoke, that The long, narrow golden eyes of another person's head are full of confusion and unwillingness. Electricity flows along its body, and it arches its back to face the thundercloud in the sky.
Crack!
A lightning bolt struck Thunderbird.
The four wings on its back became bigger again. At the same time, two more white skeletons broke through the skin and pierced out. The skeleton was covered with weird magic lines, and it opened in the blink of an eye. At the length of ten meters, blood-red muscle fibers quickly crawled over the skeleton, close and numerous feathers grew on it.
Ha! !
The wings of two new students are inserted into the chest of the huge structure.
bang! !
With a muffled sound, the arched Thunderbird smashed the magic structure that bound it, reassembled them into a pile of waste parts, and then fluttered the six wings regardless of the constraints. Its structure was all shot apart in an instant.
It will fly again.
"Boy!"
An angry roar came from the ground, an old man standing in the rain and mud.
"Look at me!" old man hoarse loudly said: "You calm down!"
"Hiss!!"
A giant tens of meters high Thunderbird spread its wings covering the heavens, shielding the sun, lowered its head, and electricity dropped from the sky like spring water, hitting the invisible shield, and spreading out into denser energy.
The old man stood in front of his dozens of big six-winged birds, holding the wand high and supporting the shield. The metal pipes that had been smashed into pieces were put together again to form one metal structure after another. They jumped forward one by one and hugged Thunderbird's back.
One person and one bird look at each other for a moment.
"Sorry, I am offended."
The old man said, and he waved wand again.
The structure began to move, and a glass tube as thick as a normal human arm was inserted into Thunderbird's neck. It uttered a cry and struggled, but its body inevitably shrank.
Finally, he changed back to a human form and fell to the ground motionless.
In the distance, broomsticks flew quickly in the dark clouds.
Someone crackling Disapparation appeared above and below the abandoned factory and surrounded the place where the battle took place.
In the heavy rain, the old man bent down, hugged the young man's back, put a black cloak on him, and then quickly Disapparation disappeared in place.
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In a few hours.
In an old house, the gray-haired old man turned on the gramophone, and the quiet piano music slowly flowed out of the turntable.
Erik Sati "Gymnopedies"
Hoffa complexion pale leaned on the chair, the ethereal and quiet music made his blank brain regain some sense, and he sat blankly On the chair, his face was against the window.
It was pouring rain outside the window, and the next room was probably fried eggs, making zi zi sounds, how long the phonograph played music, and how many times it looped. Hoffa leaned against the window, looking into the distance, what was the Old Dog lying down in the bicycle shed doing?
The voice of ding ding dong dong came downstairs. Not long after, the old man tremblingly opened the bead curtain and came to him with a cup of hot cocoa: "Sorry, I didn’t have to look for it immediately. You. It will take a while for the medicine efficacy of tranquilizers to disappear, don’t worry too much."
Hoffa motionless, just slanted his eyes.
The old man in front of him has sparse hair, wears a gray robe, long eyebrows, piles of wrinkles on his face, and looks like a dead end, only one pair of eyes are still piercing.
He is familiar with this guy because they just met a week (fifty years) ago.
It’s Nick.Flamel.
Chloe’s Zeng Zeng Zeng Zeng Zeng is great-grandfather, his appearance has not changed from fifty years ago. After he lost control of his emotions, he was the first to find himself who was chaotically running away in the rainstorm. Not only was he not surprised by his youthful appearance, he even took him to his residence without any explanation.
"Drink something, it's good for you." Nicholas Flamel said, pushing the cup of hot cocoa in front of him.
Hoffa ignored him, but took a look at him and then retracted his eyes.
Ignored Nick Flamel tremblingly pushed the cup away and sat next to Hoffa. He looked at the void boy who was leaning on the glass, licked his lips, and was silent for a while before he said: "What happened—I can probably guess something."
He was silent for a while: " I admire you very much. If I must find someone among all the wizards to admire, then he must be you."
Hoffa still looks at the window, at the old dog in the bicycle shed, Say nothing.
Nicholas Flamel: "Compared with you, most of us... In fact, we are actually mediocre people who are greedy for life and fear of death. There is not much realm, so you can make more money. Earn some money, you can live a few more years, you can live a few more years. You don’t have to vent your anger on them. People’s sorrows and joys are not thought of."
That in the bicycle shed. Old Dog, who was only in the rain, stood up, shook his body, and walked far away in the rain.
Hoffa closes her eyes: "If you have something to say."
Nicholas .Flamel: "That necklace, where are you still? Hoffa."
Necklace...?
Hoffa opened his eyes and took out the exquisite necklace from his pocket. The necklace appeared with him in the Ministry of Magic. Even at this time, he didn't want to give it to anyone.
"Give...give me..."
Nicholas Flamel's trembling extend the hand.
Hoffa hesitated for a while, and handed him the necklace.
I saw Nicholas. Flamel tearfully picked up the necklace and cried: "Chloe...I'm sorry, we are home...home."
Something has changed. Hoffa is frowned, and the depression and unwillingness in his heart have been diluted a little. He looked at Nicholas Flamel, and saw the old man, crying like a child at the moment.
"What is that?"
"Oh, Resurrection Stone, I refined it myself, imitating the alchemy product made by Peverier’s three brother’s Resurrection Stone for preservation Human soul."
Hoffa's eyes widened: "putting it that way, Chloe is not dead?"
"Not yet, but if you die, it depends on us Follow-up action." The old man said cautiously holding the necklace.
The only good news made Hoffa gradually recall from the tragedy of his death. He squinted his eyes and tapped his fingers on the desktop, "Wait, how do you know that I will come in fifty years." "
The old man touched his tears: "I made a deal with Sylby Spencer. It was me who helped hide Delphine’s true identity. It was I who gave the arrow of time. I gave him the information..."
bang!!
The hot cocoa on the table was broken on the ground and spilled all over the floor. The effect of the tranquilizer was rushed away with anger. Hoffa smashed the table with a palm, grabbed the skinny old man by the collar and pressed him against the wall, and said in disbelief: "I will give you three seconds to come. Explain!"
Nicholas Flamel was taken aback by his sudden movements, and subconsciously grabbed his arm: "His goal from the very beginning is you, never someone else, he said , As long as I can lock you up, I will give my granddaughter a way out..."
"You won't refuse Fatir?" Hoffa growled, palms getting harder and harder." You won't refuse Silby?"
"Do you think everyone is like you... can you fight?" The old man said hoarsely under his palm: "I'm just a... The old Alchemist...drag out an ignoble existence in troubled times...I am not at all Fatir...Draces’s opponent...not even...not the kind of dark Demon King Opponent!"
"You old bastard! I have never seen you before! Come plot against me!" Hoffa's gnashing teeth strangled his neck, and the veins on his forehead jumped straight. .
"I...I can't help it!" Nicholas Flamel was pressed against the wall and said hoarsely: "There are many things I can't tell you... the only thing I can tell Yours is.... If Fatir's plan is realized, fifty years ago, I could not save anyone. At that time, I had not developed any means for resurrection.. ....cough cough cough ......"
He coughed violently, Hoffa suddenly loosened Nicholas Flamel’s collar, pushed him to the ground, and said bitterly: OK Ah, the goal has been achieved. I sent your granddaughter back, not only to Britain, but also to Britain fifty years later. "
After finishing speaking, he kicked Flamel, who was coughing on the ground, raised his foot and walked out.
"Wait a minute! "Nicholas Flamel pulled his trousers on the ground miserably.
"What else do you want to do?" Hoffa turned to look at him condescendingly.
"You...cough cough cough...you...you have to go back. "
"Where to go back?" "
"Fifty years ago. "
"Why? "
"You don't know," Nicholas Flamel slammed his hand: "You don't know what kind of horror and what kind of monster that era produced!" We have no way, only you...only you can stop this.
"We are in this world now. Everything you see is based on your return. If you don’t return, everything will not exist. Legal system, country, economy, order, stability, Even the entire time and space will collapse..."
"Oh, what if I don't want to go back?" Hoffa said, tilting his head.
Nicholas Flamel shuddered, somewhat surprised: "You...you won't go back?"
Hoffa didn't answer, and walked out.
Nicholas Flamel climbed to his feet and pulled him back, but was pushed to the ground by Hoffa ruthless. He was so anxious that he threw himself back, grabbing his waistband and shouting: "You can't do this, you have to go back, otherwise...otherwise, this world..."
Hoffa squatted down, Pulling his palm away from his waistband, staring coldly at his eyes: "So I personally ran to 50 years later in order to send your granddaughter home, and then I ran to 50 years later to save the world. Before, by the way, I shot myself down again, so that I could achieve all the things I saw, this magnificent beauty?"
Nicholas .Flamel stared at him blankly and saw only the young man in front of him. Grinning out white teeth: "What do you think I am, a tool person?"