Chapter 87

Hoffa pointed to the newspaper: "is it related to the key?"

Both were silent.

"Say it Hoffa asked angrily.

"Don't worry about it," osivia said rudely

Hoffa turned his head and looked at sylby, but sylby sat where he was, expressionless and silent.

Without any answer, sylby, who has been quite good at words, seems to suddenly become a Muggle.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and threw the newspaper aside.

There must be something they knew, but they didn't know. He was curious, but at the same time, he felt a little panic.

The wizard was shot one after another. What's the situation?

But now is not the time to get entangled.

After getting on the train, fatigue begins to flow into the brain, both physically and mentally.

He began to meditate.

After gugal's conversion is used up, Hoffa must use meditation to restore the magic, and the newly restored magic will be converted into life to maintain the balance of the body.

...

the train roared forward, not fast. Three people were wandering in the car.

Osivia has been studying newspapers, while FOH's law meditates on the magic lost by fighting and escaping.

Four hours later, it turned to dusk.

The three took an old-fashioned train into the wilderness of Spain, the vast plain of Valencia.

Valencia plain is adjacent to the Mediterranean Sea. A large number of orange trees are planted in the field. All the way, you can see the green. Mixed with the sunset, as if the scene in an oil painting.

However, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, Hoffa's body and mind are exhausted. After his meditation, he is still very tired.

The reason is that he hasn't slept well for nearly three days. Driving madly and running away after being chased by the police, this kind of fatigue can't be eliminated by the mind.

Finally, in the evening of Valencia plain, Hoffa leaned back on his seat and fell asleep.

As if he had just fallen asleep, he was awakened by a quick gasp.

When I opened my eyes, it was dark.

So late at night.

Ear is extremely depressed sound.

Hoffa turned around, but was startled by the picture in front of him.

Sylby's bloodshot eyes were fixed on him.

In the dark carriage, his face was as white as paper. The wings of the nose open and close, the lips clench, as if trying to suppress their breathing.

Hoffa began to think that he was pretending to be ill again, but when he touched his forehead, it was not warm at all. Instead, it was like a piece of ice.

This kind of symptom is like a magic overdraft. If you touch each other's heart again, his heart is very weak, as if swaying like a candle in the wind.

But then the sound of breathing became more and more painful and difficult.

Hoffa immediately turned over and sat up, only to see Silby bite his lips bleeding.

"Hello...

" hello...

"what's the matter with you?"

Hoffa has no idea how to deal with this situation.

Silby didn't speak, just looked at Hoffa with wide eyes.

When there was an accident, Hoffa had a bad way. He immediately wanted to wake up osivia who was sleeping in the left single seat.

But Silby looked at Hoffa pleadingly with bloodshot eyes.

"Don't...

" don't... I'm... Stuffy... "

Silby squeezed a few words out of his teeth.

Boring?

Hoffa felt it a little bit.

Indeed.

There are a large number of people in this car, and now it is really full of a strong smell of carbon dioxide.

Dare not hesitate, Hoffa immediately put the trembling Silby into the wheelchair, all the way quickly pushed out.

At last, when Hoffa took him to the outside of the first class car in the front of the train, Silby got a little fresh air. It was the breeze from the exhaust fan on the first class seat.

After coming here, Silby was still breathing bitterly, but it was a little better than before.

Hoffa saw that he was still panting, so he did nothing at all.

Take out the magic wand directly and form a sharp knife.

He put the sharp knife into the slot on the glass window of the green train and forced the glass open.

This time, fresh air with the fragrance of orange comes in like a tide.

Sylby's pale hair was blown up by the wind, and he relaxed like a salted fish in the water.

"Hoo

"Hoo

"Hoo..."

Silby closed his eyes, greedily took a few breaths of fresh air, and slowed down. He stopped moving, Hoffa put his finger on his chest, and his heart gradually returned to its normal beat.After a long time, he opened his eyes and murmured weakly.

"Thank you, Hoffa."

"Well." Hoffa looked at his watch. It was five o'clock in the morning. He had been sleeping for 12 hours. God knows how long Silby was panting in his seat.

"Can you push me closer? I want to blow more wind." Said Silby.

Hoffayyan brought his wheelchair closer to the window. The night wind from the train lifted all of Silby's hair, revealing his pale, sculptural face. For some reason, Hoffa sensed an inexplicable familiarity in his face.

Inside the car, dim yellow and ancient tungsten lamps crackled and flickered, and Silby's wheelchair swayed slowly with the body.

At the moment, the train is passing the coastal city of Valencia in Spain. Out of the window, you can see the night scene of Spanish cities.

The old street lamp, the decadent poet lying by the river, the musician sitting on the flower bed and playing the guitar. Lovers nestling by the river bank for warmth.

But soon the train left the city and re entered the empty wilderness.

All of a sudden.

Sylby turned to Hoffa and said, "can you feel it?"

"What do you feel?" Hoffa asked.

"The decadence of this prosperous country."

"I can't feel it." Hoffa said dryly.

"It's said that Spain after midnight is the real Spain. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems to be true."

Sylby said.

Hoffa can't succeed. He doesn't know Europe.

After a while, Hoffa asked, "what's the matter with you, what's the disease?"

"It's not a disease, but sometimes I feel like a zombie, a piece of frozen meat."

As the train passed a stone bridge, Silby looked at the river under the bridge and said slowly:

"sometimes I feel like I'm rotting in a wheelchair and growing at the same time. This illusion of contradiction will bring great pain.

Although I don't have touch, my brain still feels pain, which is an abnormal physiological mechanism. Psychologists call it phantom limb, and some people say it's just phantom pain. But I know that's not the case. I'm cursed. "

Hoffa didn't know how to do it. Instinctively, he covered Selby's blanket a little tight.

"Are you sympathizing with me?" Asked sylby suddenly.

"No," Hoffa said softly

"The strong don't need sympathy. It's our family motto." Said Silby.

"But it's true that you need help." Hoffa said faintly.

"If you want to help, there's smoke under the wheelchair. Can I trouble you to take it out?"

Hoffa bent down and there was a small dark space under the wheelchair. There's magazines, there's candy, there's some medicine, there's even a gun.

At the bottom, Hoffa saw a silver cigarette case.

Open the cigarette case. There is white paper and cut tobacco inside.

He hesitated for a moment, or took out the white paper: "how to do it?"

"No cigarette lessons at Hogwarts?" Sylby laughed.

"What does booth Barton have?" Hoffa retorted.

"No, you roll it for me."

Said Silby.

Hoffa rolled it for a long time, but he didn't make a good cigarette.

"Bring it up to me."

Said Silby, sticking out his tongue.

Hoffa put the cigarette paper on his lips.

Silby licked the cigarette paper and motioned Hoffmann with his eyes.

Sure enough, he licked as if on a layer of glue, cigarette paper was quickly firmly rolled up.

Hoffa lit the match and lit it for Silby.

In the dark, a little red light.

He took a deep, intoxicated puff and puffed out the white mist. When Hoffa put the cigarette to his mouth again, he shook his head to indicate that he didn't need it.

Hoffa snuffed out a single puff.

Sylby: "I was not born like this. At least 11 years ago, I was able to run and jump."

Looking at the river, Silby said nostalgically.

"Then why do you..."

"My destiny has been cursed and my family has been cursed. This is a curse from the depth of history." Said Silby.

"Does it have anything to do with the key that osivia was looking for?" Hoffa asked.

Silby turned his head slowly and looked at Hoffa. It was a strange look.

Suddenly, he asked, "would you like to be my secretary?"

"What?"

"When I was in Morocco, I said I could offer you a long-term job. Would you like to? "

Hoffa thought of his proposal to drop out of school and shake his head: "I'm not going to give up school."Sylvia's eyes were more dull than they were.

"It's a pity that you are me..."

he didn't finish his words.

Dong!!

The train was shocked heavily. It seemed that it met some obstacles and stopped slowly.

Hoffa looked out at the empty field. Now, a touch of pink appeared under the dark blue night in the distance. Dawn was coming.

Exchange?

But there is no station here.

Hoffa was a little vigilant. His mental field quickly searched for the possibility of the existence of other witches in the car.

However, within a radius of 50 meters, he did not find any other wizard's mental field, except for the student sister osivia who was sleeping 50 meters away from him.

"What's the matter?" Hoffa opened his eyes, turned to Silby and asked, "what's the situation?"

Sylby shook his head and whispered, "I don't know, but I'll pay you. If something happens, can you protect me?"

Hoffa did not answer. Continue to open the mental field and begin to alert.

At this time, the carriage was shocked and drove on the track again.

Hoffa, who had achieved nothing, opened his eyes and frowned.

Do you think too much?

At this time, the tungsten light in the empty car flickered for a while, and an old woman pushing a small trailer slowly came jingling and jingling from the aisle.

She is very old and walks very slowly. There's no magic wave on him.

It's not a wizard.

It's just a Muggle that sells breakfast in the morning.

But for security reasons, Hoffa slowly stood in front of Silby.

The old woman crunched past with her cart.

As she passed through the corridor, she saw Hoffa standing by the window. A smile with only a few teeth left.

"Quieresunpocodecoda?"

Hoffa couldn't understand what she was saying, so he waved her to leave quickly.

“Esmuybarato。” (very cheap)

"tevaagustar." (you must like it)

the old woman said a few more words, and she kept rummaging in her snacks. From time to time, she took out bread or candy and swayed in front of Hoffa's eyes.

Hoffa frowned and waved.

Seeing that Hoffa always refused, she took back her snacks, pushed her cart, opened the wooden door leading to the first-class carriage, and crunched to the empty first-class carriage.

Seeing her leave, Hoffa's nerves slowed down.

A little relieved.

Just then, however, a breeze came in from the open window of the waiting car. The train passed a big curve.

Hoffa's body tilted suddenly.

The old woman's body is also crooked.

Her robe was blown up by the wind. For a moment, Hoffa keenly saw that the arm of the old woman in front of her was dark purple with metallic luster.

There was something wrong with him.

The old woman, who had walked five meters away, suddenly turned around, tilted her body, and lightning pulled out two huge black pistols from the cart full of snacks, aiming at Silby.

Hoffa's hair exploded behind his forehead.

He didn't want to shake his wand. The wand suddenly turned into a huge silver shield. He knelt down on one knee and blocked the shield in front of himself.

Dong!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Fire spewed.

At that moment, at least five or six bullets fell on the shield.

The sound and force of the impact continued, and Hoffa hid behind the shield, his scalp numb.

It's a killer.

As the gunfire died down, Hoffa turned to look at Silby, who was now in a wheelchair, pale and dignified.

He thought of Raymond who had been assassinated and the Minister of Magic who had been shot. And the so-called key.

The other party may have come for Silby!

The shield narrowed slowly, but Hoffa didn't see anything through the gap of the shield.

The old woman pushing the cart disappeared into the carriage.

Only one cart was left on the ground.

Hoffa stood up slowly, and the shield turned back into a wand. He didn't dare to relax. His nerves were tense to the extreme.

The strong wind outside the car blew up the curtains, and Hoffa took two steps slightly forward to examine the surroundings.

There's a little bang.

At this time, suddenly from the top of the car came the subtle sound of footsteps.

Hoffa was startled and immediately raised his arm.

Exhaust fan first smashed down, followed by a gray figure.The old woman in grey fell directly from the ventilation pipe of the train and hit Hoffa with a heavy blow.

Her eyes glowed red.