Chapter 327

An inexplicable black shrouded the cave, but those who were eroded by the black changed their shape unconsciously.

Some people grow sharp horns, some eyes become blood red, some teeth become sharp, some nose lengthen, even Dumbledore can not be spared, his silver elegant beard and hair become black tentacles, and many Obsidian crystals grow on his forehead, becoming a proper demon wizard.

Of course, the biggest change still belongs to the old Baty crouch.

After saying you're not my son.

His whole body was twisted and inflated into a Sartre with bent legs, arched back and long arms, and a long tail behind his buttocks.

But his mother, the stature then rapid short shrinks, has become similar to the domestic elf similar creature.

"What happened?"

Miller asked Hoffa.

"Maybe that's what they look like in little Barty's eyes. Dreams don't give people explanations, they just use images to symbolize things."

”That's an obvious symbol

Miller said to himself, "why didn't you just save him? "

" dreams have nothing to do with reason, only with emotion. Do you think we can just take them away from here? No way.

I still don't know what the purpose of this dream is, how to defeat myself in the future. We can't act rashly until we know the intention of this dream. "

Miller Leng for a while, a slight sneer: "it's still nothing to do, hanging high, in the face of aglia, can't see you have so calm."

Hoffa's face is very hot. Don't turn his head. However, when little Barty was dragged away from the dungeon by Dementors, the dark color completely flooded the underground cave. The uproar of voices died out.

"Why is it dark again?"

Miller's voice sounded in his ears.

"Don't be afraid."

Said Hoffa.

After a while, the black faded away.

A huge gray screen appeared in front of Hoffa and Miller, illuminating a few empty chairs, just like the curtain of an old-fashioned movie, with even a white countdown.

3, 2, 1

at the end of the countdown, an old semi bald man with sparse hair and golden eyes stood on the screen, dressed in a suit, and politely said, "welcome to hell cinema. Now it's" father and son kill each other "for you."

“WTF？ Is that the future of you? "

Miller looked at Hoffa in a daze, and Hoffa was also confused. He felt the soft cushion under his buttocks and the black hardwood armrest around him, and found that he and Miller were suddenly sitting in a cinema, just short of popcorn and coke.

Just thinking, there was a popcorn and coke in front of him. Popcorn is fried golden, emitting a tempting milk fragrance. There are ice lumps dangling in the coke, condensation drops hanging on the cup.

"What's the situation?" Miller looked at the popcorn on his lap. We... We were not just... We were not just watching little Patty's trial? "

"It's a dream. There's no logic."

Hoffa said that after eating a mouthful of popcorn, it really tastes the same as in the real world: "take it as it comes. What do I want to do with the future version?"

Just then, a lake appeared on the screen in front of him. The lake slowly drew closer, and then a castle appeared. Hoffa was very familiar with the scene. It was Hogwarts and Black Lake.

He can't help sitting up straight. What does he want to do in the future? Does he want to play the full series of Harry Potter movies in front of himself?

Just thinking about it, the camera continues to pull in and gradually reaches the Bank of the Black Lake. Two figures appear in the camera. The quarrel followed.

"You humiliated me more than ten years ago. Now it's hard for others to forget you. Are you going to make another lombardon incident?" The man on the screen yelled.

"I didn't do the lombatons! Why do you blame me for what bellastrach did The youth cried out loud and unwilling.

"What's the difference between what you didn't do and what you did, stupid?" Don't think I don't know what you want to do in Hogwarts! Say, do you want to revive the man whose name can't be said? "

"I'm not. I'm serving a real wizard!"

"Serve? You cheap thing, where is your wizard's dignity? How can my crouch family have such shameless offspring as you

"Why do you say that you are not also a dog of the Minister of magic?"

The people on the screen are little Patty and his father old Patty. They are standing by the Black Lake quarreling. The quarrel is gradually escalating.

Bang!!

Old Patty slapped little patty in the face, pointed to his nose and said:

"you dare to tell me about Cornell fudge. I could have done a lot in the position of minister of magic, but I've been stirred up by you"You deserve it!" Little Barty stepped back, covered his face, and cried sharply, "you deserve to be an official of the Ministry of magic, too? You can't even manage your own family well, you have to manage the society! "

Bang!!

Another heavy slap made little Patty's face bleed. Old Patty roared angrily: "I'm against you, dare to say it again?"

"You still think I was a kid?"

He picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it on old Barty's head: "since I was a child, you locked me in the room alone for a week, and every time I came back from Hogwarts, you would complain that I was inferior to others in my studies, time after time, time after time!"

"If you can't do it yourself, you have to blame others. You will find excuses in your life."

"Shut up

Little Barty rushed to him in a rage, pressed old Barty and growled: "you ruined my life and my self-confidence! I don't even dare to look at the girl I like. I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you! "

"Come on."

But old Barty held up his arm with extreme contempt. He did not pull out his magic wand, and let little Barty grasp himself: "come on, Oedipus, come on, kill me, you trash. If you dare to kill me, you will live like a man, but do you dare?"

"You... You..."

on the screen, little Barty was panting, holding the stone, his hands shaking.

Off the screen, Hoffa and Miller stare at the boss without blinking. None of them thought that little patty, who had just passed them by, suddenly ran to the screen.

For a long time, the stone did not fall.

"Yes, you are my father..."

little Barty slowly released his hand, stepped back and put down the stone.

His eyes were red and he gritted his teeth and said, "I won't kill you, but I need your apology. You'd better quickly tell me the apology you owe me for decades, and we'll talk about other things."

"I'm sorry. You deserve it, too. "

Old Patty on the screen snorted coldly and turned away.

After a few steps, little Barty didn't catch up, so old Barty turned back and scolded, "Why are you still in a daze? You can't understand people's words. Go back and stay honest for me."

"Sorry."

Little Barty, with her head down, squeezed out of her teeth.

Old Barty was really angry. This time, he took out his wand from his waist and rowed down. The wand became a rope.

Pop! He carried the rope forward, and the anger on his face made him look very ferocious.

"From childhood to adulthood, I don't have a day to worry about. Before my family had you, my official career was smooth. I had you. Your mother was ill, my work was down, and all my ambitions were ruined by you."

He raised the rope to put it around little Barty's neck, but he was hit in the head by a stone. This time, he used up all his strength, and the blood came out on the spot.

"You...!"

Old Patty covered his bloody head and looked at little patty in disbelief.

One hit, followed by a stormy attack.

"Don't apologize, don't apologize, don't apologize, don't apologize?"

Little Barty, like a madman, smashed old Barty's head with a stone and hit him to the ground. The blood splashed on the screen was all blood.

Hoffa and Miller fell to the ground with their popcorn open.

I don't know how long it took. In the end, the old Barty on the screen fell on the floodplain of the Black Lake, his head split into seven pieces, almost out of shape.

Little Barty stood trembling, carrying a bloody stone, in a trance.

The picture faded away.

The cinema fell back into darkness.

After a while, Miller's hoarse voice came from his ear.

"Well, father and son are really cruel to each other!"

He took a vicious bite of popcorn: "if I say, old Patty deserves it. He reminds me of Adebayor when he was young."

Hoffa didn't speak. He still hasn't figured out the meaning of this dream. First, he showed himself the trial of little patty, and then he showed himself that little Patty killed his father. What does he want to express in the future?

I'm thinking about it.

The movie screen is on again.

...

the same as little Barty, the same as old Barty.

But this time, the location changed, not black lake, not Hogwarts. It's some dark basement. There is a dining table in the basement. There are some simple home dishes on the table, such as bread, salad, red wine and so on.

Patty and his son are sitting face to face at the dinner table. A house elf is working hard to help old Patty open the wine and help little Patty spread the napkin.

There are two candles hanging on the wall. Although they are underground, they seem to have some warmth and harmony.Shannon, the house elf, brought up a basin of vegetable salad. Patty frowned at the vegetarian table and complained, "Shannon, fry a steak for me."

Shanshan immediately turned and walked up the stairs.

"Wait a minute."

But old Patty stopped it. He shook his napkin and said slowly, "eat fruit tonight."

"I said I didn't like fruit."

Said little Barty.

"No one asks what you like to eat, boy, and by the way, eating fruit at night can keep you in the right spirit to face the work the next day."

"I don't see any work for me in this basement." Said little Barty sharply.

Old Patty gave him a look of dignity and discontent. He said slowly, "you invite me to dinner, but you don't respect my eating habits. Is that what mysterious people teach you?"

Little Patty's forehead burst up a few green tendons and took a few deep breaths. However, he still slowly sat down and said to Shanshan, "eat fruit tonight."

"All right, little master."

Shimmering whispered and brought a salad for little Patty.

"Come on, what can I do for you?" Old Patty relaxed back in the chair, with some pride and pride: "first of all, if you want to leave here, I will not allow, if you want to raise the cost of living, I will not agree."

"Neither."

Little Barty squeezed the fork tightly: "I asked you to accompany me to dinner, just want to ask, Aunt Polly's daughter, my sister olive, was sent to the United States by you to do the exchange student of ifamani?"

"Yes, who told you that? Twinkle, or olive herself? "

Little Barty doesn't talk.

"Twinkle."

Old Patty cried with a cold face. The elf in the kitchen immediately put down his work and ran down the stairs.

"Who told him that olive was going to ifamone, you or Oliver?"

"It's... It's me..." Shanshan said in panic, rubbing his wrinkled apron and flustered: "I see that the little master can't receive information from outside every day, so... So... So...

" my son doesn't need information from outside. Shanshan, if there's another time, don't blame me for giving you a dress. "

The elf was so scared that he knelt down on the spot and crawled to the ground.

Little Barty's face was livid and he clenched his fist.

"All right, go down."

Old Patty waved his hand in disgust and drove away the frightened elf.

"Yes, I do want to send olive to ifamone. What's the matter?"

"Are you crazy?"

Little Barty repressed and said: "the United States is so far away. Olive has been in poor health since she was a child. We have no relatives in the United States. Why do you send her so far away? She is a girl..."

"do you think everyone is you?"

Old Patty raised the volume fiercely. "Olive, she'll take care of herself."

"She's only twelve years old!"

"Some people are already Animagus when they are twelve years old!"

Old Barty's momentum was rising, and it seemed that he had to put his son down.

"I've never heard of 12-year-old Animagus!" "You're kidding. You didn't make such a decision last month. You're sending her to the United States this month. Is it because she sneaked into the cellar to see me last month?" Patty said

"Enough!"

Old Patty slapped the table and made the salad plate jump: "don't judge my decision or guess what I think. For my decision, you just need to accept it and do it! "

He said tough, a bite off the fork on the virgin fruit, throw the fork, take napkin wipe mouth.

"I can have a quiet dinner in a restaurant, but you call me a place like this just to tell me something."

With that, he got up and left the dim dining table in the basement and walked out.

"Stop!"

Little Patty stopped old Patty coldly behind him.

Old Patty turned his head.

"You're afraid that the rest of the family will know about my existence, aren't you? You're afraid that olive will leak the information about my existence, so you'll ignore her body and send her to the United States, right?"

Old Patty was a little surprised, but he curled his lips, disdained to answer, and went on up.

"Do you only have your seat in your eyes?"

Little Barty raised his voice. "What else do you have in your eyes, except for the broken chairs of the Ministry of magic?"

Bang!!

Old Barty raised his hand and waved his wand.

The back of the dining table in front of little Patty was a mess, smashed, green vegetables and red tomato juice mixed with pieces of porcelain, which slowly flowed down little Patty's face."That's right."

Old Patty said coldly: "to tell you the truth, your sister has to go to ifamani. The reason for going is that I don't want to see her sneak into the basement to see you, so that you can lead the other members of the family bad! For this reason, I also cast a forgetting curse on her, so that she can completely forget your existence! "

Listening to his father's words, little Barty, pale as paper, sat back in his chair with no blood on his lips.

"Blame yourself for being so miserable."

He put the wand back in his pocket. With a look of disdain at little patty, who had fallen behind the mess, he turned and left.

But just as he stepped up the basement stairs, ready to go to the exit.

A silver knife stabbed in from the back of his neck, and the tip penetrated his neck, bringing out a touch of red.

Rub it!

Little Barty took out the knife and stabbed it into his father's neck again without hesitation. Then he pulled it out fiercely for three times in a row.

Yes, blood splashes.

"Ah!"

In the glittering screams.

The picture faded and the cinema fell into darkness again.

...

...

"this?"

Miller just got to the mouth of the popcorn did not plug in, fell from the corner of the mouth, "this... I thought it was the legendary flashback technique, how... How did this kill again?"

Hoffa's expression was dignified, and he didn't want to understand either. Both things looked very real. It was little Barty who killed his father. But the cause and location are very different.

Of course, old buddy can't die twice in a row.

No one can. What's the situation?

...

...

just thinking, there are two more people on the screen in front of me.

Not surprisingly, it's little and old Patty again.

This time, there was no fancy.

Two people just appeared on the screen, then crazy scuffle together.

This time the scene is neither Hogwarts Black Lake nor the dining table in the basement. This time it was in a cemetery, and it was raining heavily.

They wrestled in the mud in front of a tombstone, both covered in mud.

"Don't go back to me, you disgrace!"

Old Patty pressed little Patty under his body and held him by the throat. It was like killing people.

Little Patty's face turned purple. He fell to the ground and touched his hands on the ground: "I won't go back. Will you continue to be a mouse in the cellar when I go back?"

"When the mouse is also found strong by you, you are enough to make me lose face. Do you want me not to do even the director general?"

Old Barty's head was blue and his arms were harder.

The sky is full of thunder and lightning.

Little Barty was filled with grief and anger, tears and rain: "then why do you take me out of Azkaban? What are you doing?"

"You think I want to save you, waste, it's not your old mother who pities you, waste and sacrifices herself to save you. Now, your mother is angry with you. Do you think someone can protect you?"

"My mother is not angry with me, you old beast! You know the Ministry of magic all day long. You don't care about her at all

"That's better than you follow Voldemort, you idiot, garbage, brain full of shit! It's you who are so angry with your mother that you still have the face to visit her in the cemetery! "

Old Patty put little Patty on the tombstone and put his head on the tombstone: "you and your friends have disgraced me! You still have the face to quarrel with me now...

bang!

After two successive impacts, little Barty turned to drag his father's thigh, dragged him to the ground, then rode on him and yelled: "then why me?"

He pinched old Patty's neck: "then tell me why it's me!"

"What, why you? If you say something, make it clear to me. Don't say half and keep half. Who taught you this broken habit? "

Boom!

A flash of lightning, under the white light.

Little Barty looked like a devil. He cried out in a twisted voice:

"why am I your son? Why should I be your son? Why can't it be someone else? Why can't I be born in a normal family? Why are you never satisfied with me? "

"Why you!? I also want to ask, "Why are you my son?"

Old Barty growled under the lightning: "with such a progressive and respectable father as me, most people can't ask for him. There are not many outstanding young people out there who flatter to be my secretary. Those people are even more like individuals than you. Why do you dare to ask me

Old Patty spat on his face. "Don't let me see your stupid face again. It's disgusting!""Then don't give birth to me. I forced you to do my mother?"

Little Barty roared, arms pressed.

"There's no chance to do it again," old Patty grabbed little Patty's neck. "If I could do it again, I'd rather shoot you on the wall, in the toilet!"

"I'll kill you!"

Little Barty yelled wildly, "you die for me!"

"Look who died first!"

Old Patty hit little patty in the face.

The tearing between father and son has become white hot.

All of a sudden, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck two people. The two fighting fathers and sons were cut into coke at the same time.

The screen is dark again.

...

the screen lights up again.

Little Barty, old Barty is here again.

...

the screen is dark again.

Little Barty killed old Barty.

...

lights up again.

The two appeared.

...

darkness.

Old buddy died.

...

lights up.

It appears.

...

darkness.

Death.

...

lights up.

...

Hoffa and Miller are sitting in this strange cinema, holding popcorn in their hands, and looking at their father and son's quarrel again and again, each time in a different place and for different reasons. Some of them are because of big things, while others are because of small things.

The father and son are rivals of heaven and death, and they have differences on everything. Family, property, behavior style, even eating taste, sexual orientation, etc...

but no matter what the process is, little Barty will eventually kill old Barty or die with him.

The movie on the screen goes around like this.

Again and again,

again and again,

again and again,

finally, about the twelfth time, Hoffa finally couldn't stand it. He stood up and yelled in the cinema: "what's the matter with the plane? Who's playing the movie? Get out of here