Chapter 280

When he saw the gray wand on the fireplace, the slightly rough wand with nodal branches, Hoffa could hardly shed tears.

His wand, which had been away for more than four years, was taken away by the half man king Silby. Now he was lying peacefully in front of himself.

"Brother..."

the coke bottle fell to the ground, and he reached out shaking and grabbed the magic wand on the fireplace.

However, something puzzling happened.

When he touched the wand, he no longer had the feeling of blood connection when he used to use his wand. You can't deform it or cast it. It was as if what he was holding in his hand was just an ordinary branch.

After waving a few times out of thin air, the joy of reunion was replaced by confusion.

He turned the wand upside down and looked at it several times. There is no doubt that this is his wand, the semi-finished wand without wand core that the old man sold to him when you were in Ollivander's house. At the end of it, there is a deep notch, which is a square font,

however, about 50 years ago, the character has faded from the red paint and become a common notch.

"This is my wand."

Hoffa called back.

"Yes."

Old Hoffa, who was cooking in the kitchen, replied.

"Why not?"

Hoffa continued.

There was no answer. There was only a quiet sound of turning off the fire in the kitchen.

Hoffa put down his wand and turned to the kitchen. "You beat him, or how could you get it back?"

"Don't ask, you'll know."

Old Huo FA said calmly, put a handful of chopped scallions into the gududu iron pot, then put the iron pot on the table, and said gently: "hungry, let's have some rice first."

Watching him slowly bring three dishes and one soup to the table and take off his apron, young Hoffa still sat down with his teeth clenched.

The dish is very simple, a sweet and sour ribs, a mutton radish soup, a bowl of stir fried vegetable salad, several kinds of pickles.

"Here, try it." Old Hoffa pointed to the sweet and sour ribs on his left.

Young Hoffa was still at a loss, but he didn't refuse. He picked up his chopsticks, put a piece of spareribs in his mouth and took a bite.

The sweet and sour of the sugar coating and the strong smell of the gravy permeated at the same time, which made him subconsciously chew and finish the spareribs in two or three times. At this moment, he even forgot the threat of death.

"Try the soup." Old Hoffa served him a bowl of mutton soup. The dense soup was sprinkled with green scallions, which made people salivate when they smelled it.

young Hoffa's eyes looked forward to it. He took the bowl and carefully put a piece of mutton into his mouth.

It was stewed quite rotten, as soon as it was eaten, it felt like it was about to melt. The real meat aroma broke out, and the wonderful juice flowed across the mouth. With the fragrance of radish and the freshness of onion, it's hard to describe.

He shivered. It's real Chinese food. It's the first time he's eaten such authentic Oriental food since he's been in the world for so long. I have to say that the elderly are very particular about their own cooking.

In the light of delicious food, he temporarily forgot the threat of time flare spread and quietly enjoyed this wonderful first meal from 50 years later.

When he was eating, old Hoffa sat beside him, quietly helping him to add soup and food. Occasionally, he took a few bites of his own, tacit understanding like a father and son who had been separated for many years.

Outdoors, the sunset of 1994 is quiet, soft and warm. There is no air defense alarm, no tanks roaring by, and no planes flying across the sky. Only pigeons chatter in the eaves, and a few neighbors talk downstairs with dogs. Most of the content of the chat is related to the weather and children's study.

Indoor, two people in the silent tacit understanding after dinner, old Huo FA got up to clean up the dishes, went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

After young Hoffa had filled his stomach, he was worried again. This is the most satisfying meal he has had in recent years. If it wasn't for the sword of Damocles, maybe he would give a thumbs up and praise his cooking skills in the future.

But now, he really has too many doubts, looking forward to the old man's own explanation for him.

Finally, after washing the dishes, old Hoffa went back to the table.

Young Hoffa immediately straightened up: "can we talk?"

The old man raised his hand and said with a smile, "don't talk. I'll ask you a few questions first."

"What do you want to ask?"

"Stay here." The gray haired old man in front of him said with a smile, "I'll be your father."

"Ah

Hoffa was confused by the old man's sudden remark.

"For more than 60 years, I've experienced everything, but I don't have a son, and no one has ever called me dad. This is a big regret in my life. Would you like to call me?"

"Damn it, can you get down to business?" Hoffa sighed and looked at his smiling old face. He felt helpless. At this time, he still had to joke."Don't talk about it." Old Huo FA spread his hand wrongly: "you see, we have the same blood in our bodies. We have the same surname. The only difference is that I am 50 years older than you. What's wrong with calling dad?"

"Crazy!"

Hoffa forced himself to be displeased and swore in the mildest words he could find.

However, the old Hoffa in front of him took out a pure gold key from his pocket and said with a smile, "I have more than three million gold deposits in gulinger, waiting for someone to inherit them."

Hoffa immediately squeezed out a smile: "Dad."

"Ha ha ha!"

The old man laughed.

Young Hoffa couldn't help laughing. Just after laughing for a second, his face turned pale. He sighed: "enough jokes."

He pulled open his chest clothes and saw that his chest was almost invisible from below the clavicle. Can only see a strange shape of the heart beating in the transparent chest, he rubbed his palm, countless crystal fragments floating from his palm.

"It's such a time. Just tell me, how can I survive?"

Old Hoffa put away the golden key and gave a haircut: "in fact, I have studied the power of time. There is only one case of time flare, unprotected time travel."

"Unprotected time travel, what do you mean?"

"Time is like a running train. Everyone's seats on this train are set. Someone in the front, someone in the middle, someone in the back, if you are strong enough, you can move in the car. But you can't be in the front and the back of the car at the same time.

Now there are two Hoffa Bachs in this time and space, but we are not Chloe, and without her magical blood of law, we can not have two selves at the same time. So time flares will appear, which is a manifestation of extreme uncertainty. There are too many chaotic futures in you, and the law of the world does not allow so much uncertainty. "

Hoffa thought for a moment and frowned. "Why can Harry, I can't?"

"Harry and Hermione have the magic Ministry's time-space converter, which is also a kind of protection machine, just like the oxygen bottle in the deep sea."

"Do you have time?"

"No, it's too weak to resist the power of the law for 50 years."

"What can I do?"

"It's easy."

Old Hoffa took out a Citibank card from his trouser pocket and put it in young Hoffa's hand: "the code is 19940724, which is today's date."

"Why do you give me the money?"

Hoffa looked at him blankly: "I'm going to die."

The old Hoffa took his hand lightly, put his head close to him, and said in a very low voice in his ear, "remember what I said. People don't die when they can, but when they die."

With that, he slowly stepped back and sat on the chair.

Young Hoffa looked at each other blankly.

The setting sun shines on the old man's face through the window, adding some mysterious color to his old face.

Just before the meeting, the old man calmly arranged his white T-shirt, sat down on the chair, and then pulled out a silver revolver from his jeans pocket.

He smiles, even looks at his young self with some bad taste, and shoves a silver revolver into his mouth.

"Hello..."

"Hello!"

With a terrible premonition, Hoffa's eyes suddenly widened. He jumped out of his chair and reached for the gun.

Accompanied by a not big not small clear shot.

Bang!!

Hoffman, who held out his hand, was on the spot.

Outside, at sunset, several neighbors finished chatting. They laughed, waved to each other and took the dogs leisurely home. Pigeons in the yard are still chirping, waiting for the master's feeding.

Inside, the clock ticks on the wall.

A few drops of flying blood slowly fell from the gray haired boy's face. His eyes were wide and his face was as white as a sculpture.

1600 kilometers away, newmengard, Austria.

Crows perched on the top of the tower, and a red moon was hanging in the sky. In the room at the top of the long dusty tower, a thin figure suddenly woke up.