Chapter 276

Looking at the woman with the skirt walking up the stairs, fatil was stunned for a moment, and Hoffa, who was locked in the astrograph, was also stunned. Then, a thick unknown rose from the bottom of his heart?

"What's the matter with you, Minister dreises, you look like you're out of your wits?" The tall woman stood upright in front of the arched fatil and said coldly, "this is not the attitude of a demon king."

"Spencer... Aren't you coming?"

In consternation, fatil called out his secretary's surname.

Hoffa looks at delphina and hears her name Spencer. A flash of light flashed through his head. He finally understands why he thinks the woman's name is familiar.

Delphina Spencer!?

That was five years ago, before the first grade, when he had no money to go to school, the cheater Yinduo took himself to gulingge, and borrowed the name of a declining family to cheat himself into tuition.

And the fake identity he gave himself was Delfina's brother, Silby.

However, it was not until the second grade that he met another member of the Spencer family, Silby, the crazy headmaster who nearly destroyed Hogwarts, the super madman who could only live on the offspring and rely on their blood to fight against Slytherin's curse, the half man king!

After understanding the relationship, Hoffa trembled like chaff. He never thought that the woman who sent Chloe to him, the guy who called himself Secretary of the Ministry of magic... His old opponent, who was a man last time, turned into a woman this time.

"It's you...!"

In the astrograph, Huo FA was shocked and angry.

"You finally remember me."

Delfina, no, sylby turned to smile and said in an extremely ironic and resentful tone, "it's so sad that you can't recognize people who have been around you so many times. Don't you have such a shallow impression of me?"

"Run!! "Fatil!"

At this moment, yin and yang are reversed, and all situations are completely reversed. With a trill, he shouts to fatil in fear of despair.

But it was too late. The bald woman's hand was like lightning. She directly hooked fatil's neck and patted him on the stunned face: "of course, I'm coming. I've worked hard for me. I have to thank you."

She grinned, then drew a black branch from her waist, hugged fatil's neck and thrust it straight into his belly.

"Stop it!"

Hoffa roared wildly. In the turbulent mood, he had four wings behind him, trying to break free from the shackles of strange metal and fly to the two men on the high platform. That strange metal, like the cheese of silk drawing, stuck to him firmly.

Boom!!

Hoffa, with four wings on his back, was pulled back to the astrograph by irresistible force. The force was so great that he broke through the metal belt and was pulled into the electric current filled interior of the rotating astrograph.

Poof.

A very humble sound.

Fatil looked at the black thorn in his lower abdomen. Until now, his expression was still dull and stunned.

"No... no... no... no...!"

In the planetarium, Hoffa frantically struggles to fly back to fatil, but repeatedly bumps into the energy shell brought by the rotation of the planetarium, just like a moth fighting fire.

Sylby Yanks out the black mistletoe.

The black air flashed by, and fatil looked at his chest, and then at the smiling woman behind him. He didn't realize what had happened until a thick black air floated out of his wound. He painfully closed his eyes, and then opened them, but he was relieved and relieved, as well as incomparable melancholy and helplessness.

Plop.

He knelt down on the ground, held his hand on the railing, looked at the young man in the astrograph in the distance, and murmured: "you promised me... Hoffa..."

then, he slipped to the ground head down, quietly, at the feet of his secretary, the tall bald woman. Big blue eyes.

"Ah... God..."

looking into those eyes, Hoffa almost fainted in pain. His whole body was cold. He bent down in the huge astrograph, covered his belly, and his heart almost stopped beating.

The bald woman turned her head slightly, looked at the painful boy, stepped over fatil's body gracefully, and held the control lever of the arrow of time.

"Brother... I dream... I'm looking forward to this day... Kekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekeke. Until she coughed and spewed out a stream of bitter juice, she reluctantly supported the control lever and stood up slowly. Her skin was as pale as paper, and her posture was extremely weak. However, the face of Junmei was full of pride and surly. She looked at Hoffa locked in the astrograph and said weakly and intermittently:"Hey, hey, hey, hey... Cough... Cough... Burp... Brother... Cough... Guess... What's the strongest cage in the world... Cough? Aussie... Cough... Aussie? Bastille? Cough... Or, or Azkaban? Coughing, coughing, coughing... "

she coughed out of breath, as if she had exhausted her power just by speaking. She held the control lever, and her voice was full of vicissitudes, as if she was asking huofa and God.

"Sylby..."

"sylby!"

"Sylby!"

Hoffa crawls inside the astrolabe, clinging to the energy field until his hand is electrified. He is also unconscious. The despair of calculation makes him unable to speak. He wants to crack. The only thing he can do is to repeat his name. There is only endless regret and reluctance in my heart, why I didn't find it earlier, why I didn't think about it more, why my mind is full of grindevo, but I forget my real enemy.

"It's... It's not..."

Silby said to himself, coughing smile:

"it's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It's... It ' It's... A stronger cage than time... Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Click!!

With the heavy pull of the lever.

The arrow of time turns 90 degrees clockwise.

1 → 50

the huge planetarium suddenly turns, and Chloe floating in the mid air directly melts in the endless current.

No!!!

Hoffa's mouth was open to his ears, full of sharp teeth, but he didn't make a sound.

The strong silver light completely drowned him, and the endless force pushed and dragged him into the crazy flow of time, and pulled him into the rolling wheel of fate.

The last picture he saw was the woman with a smile and a few letters in her mouth.

See you... Forever

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, rotation, mottling, fragmentation, nightmare, blood, magic, death, hope, despair, disillusionment, rebirth.

There was no sound at all.

Cold as gods, indifferent as laws.

Giant tortoise stands on the back of another giant tortoise, and the giant tortoise stands on the back of another giant tortoise. Countless giant tortoises are piled up in layers, forming a long and endless tower. The tower bends and forms a serpentine giant snake. The giant snake has a tail and a ring. Each snake ring becomes a pattern on the back of the giant tortoise.

The comet in the sky flashed by and turned into dust before it fell to the ground.

The trees grow crazily, blink the sky, blink the sad. The lizard sticks out its tongue and reaches for the flies flying in the air, but before catching the prey, it withers, decays and turns into ashes.

The lover came to him and asked for a hug, but after touching the moment of warmth, he made a mistake.

All things flow, lost and recovered, gain and loss, the stars swing, between the alternation of the sun and the moon, bright and dim reciprocating, the tide rise and fall, the river east, passing like this, the beauty of the dead bone, the vicissitudes of life, the mortal world, the river swaying.

Many strange pictures flashed in front of Hoffa's eyes, until he fell to the ground heavily, and then he felt that he had been lying on the ground for a long time.

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"Silby..."

the voice is very low.

He subconsciously murmured out a name, he felt a little strange and distant. He could see nothing except some shadowy boxes and tarpaulins when he looked at the dark dome.

Memories come to mind.

"Fatil..."

he yelled again, this time the exhaled air blew the top layer of cobweb, the rustle of dust fell into his mouth, he slowly climbed up, his joints crackled.

His vision was very broken. His eyes were like a kaleidoscope. He was so tired that he could hardly stand upright. He grabbed a piece of black waterproof cloth around him and barely fell down.But did not adhere to a few seconds, he still fell to the ground, pain in both legs are trembling.

"Chloe..."

the memory came out of his mind. He exhaled, rolled up a piece of dust and knelt down exhausted.

"Sylby... Fatil... Chloe... Sylby... Fatil... Chloe..."

he repeated the three names, and did not know where he was, except for the tarpaulin with thick dust.

It was not until a hard object hurt his knee that he got up again and felt the hard object. It was a dark crystal necklace with exquisite workmanship and beautiful appearance.

Out of some instinct, he subconsciously firmly grasped the necklace, holding the waterproof cloth around him, and walked out a little bit. Behind him left a row of faltering footprints.

"Sylby... Fatil... Chloe..."

he unconsciously repeated three names and walked up the empty stairs. He didn't know where to go, but instinctively felt that he should go out, find help, find some water, find some food, find some night...

things backfired. After a long journey, what he saw was dazzling sunshine. It shone down from the high, unseen skylight of the dome, on Hoffa's face, making him dizzy.

He held the wall around him, touched it, touched a button, then leaned against the wall and gasped, his chest burning.

After a while, accompanied by a pleasant sound.

Ding Dong.

"The ninth floor is here."

A door opened, and the sound of chirping was a headache. He gasped and his brain was in a mess.

Until someone yelled, "Hey, you can't get in. The elevator is leaving."

He just reflected, subconsciously turned over and got into the golden elevator.

The elevator is full of people.

But no one knows Hoffa.

"Disaster reversal division." Someone asked him sympathetically.

"Ha... Ha..." Hoffa held the necklace firmly in his hand and gasped.

"What a pity. Interns are having a hard time these days."

Someone said sympathetically.

"Who said it wasn't? When I first came to practice, George sent me to repair a Muggle toilet. The toilet was cursed and sprayed with water as soon as I pressed it."

"Well, you're disgusting."

"Don't say that. Have you found Bertha georgins in your department?"

"Not yet."

"It's strange that you don't have to spend so much time on holiday. It's so fun in Albania?"

"Whatever she is, that woman is always jumpy. It's not strange to go anywhere."

Ding Dong.

"On the sixth floor, the magic transportation department, including the flying Road Network Management Bureau, the flying broom management and Control Bureau, the door key office and the phantom development test center."

The elevator stops, the crowd goes in and out, out and in.

Hoffa listened to the girl's voice and knew he was still in the Ministry of magic.

"Sylby... Fatil... Chloe... Miranda... Miranda..."

thinking of his friend who was locked out of the phone booth, he was like catching a life-saving straw. His chaotic eyes regained some clarity, and his palm went straight to the first floor.

The elevator stops.

He was pushed out of the elevator by people in high hats, pushing and shoving like a billiard ball in the crowd, boring paper airplanes all over the air, and dazzling almost blinding sunlight.

He lowered his head and grasped the necklace in his hand. Stagger through the crowded fireplace corridor, crowded in the crowd, came to the scorching sun in the sky of London street.

It's dazzling.

Bright.

The ice and snow of Christmas has long disappeared. On the wide and smooth asphalt road, red double decker buses gallop by, pedestrians chat leisurely, colorful balloons are flying in the air, and there are bright and beautiful famous brand shops on the side of the road. Teenagers slide down the steps on skateboards, lovers kiss on the street, and Ferrari roar.

A figure in the distance caught Hoffa's attention.

"Miranda..."

he stumbled over.

When I got closer, I found that it was just a poster on a billboard.

In the billboard, a cool man in sunglasses holds a gun flat and a girl with a paper bag in his arms. The girl looks like Miranda, but it's definitely not her.

Looking at the billboard, Hoffa flopped to the ground.

He sat under the poster of "this killer is not too cold.". Looking at the cool big nose of Jean Renault in the picture, he was in a trance.1994.

Fifty years later.

(to be continued)