Hoffa rubbed his temples and stared at the ceiling of the coffee shop with a headache. There are strings of silver stars hanging on scarlet suede by transparent nylon fishing line, with dragon pattern or yin-yang symbol in the center. The light shines on them, reflecting the distorted light.

He realized that he was once again in some unknown position. The crisis came so fast and hidden that there was no room for him to prepare.

Chloe still has a conscience, she comforted: "don't be so pessimistic, if you can let my magic go away again in two days, then it's very simple."

"Magic storm."

"Aren't you a wizard, too? It shouldn't be hard for you."

Hoffa didn't speak. He felt his chin and thought. There's an easy way to get Chloe to regain his magic. He himself is a man who lacks magic, and he has some magic recovery potions.

But he has no experience to let magic go. In the three years of Hogwarts, he has been learning to control magic accurately all the time. I've never tried to let magic storm through. "

"Why, are you helpless?"

"Don't talk! I was thinking

"Every minute you think, it's closer to death." Chloe reminds me.

"Shut up

Hoffa was not angry and said: "I was thinking, is magic recovery potion OK?"

"Do you have one? It's going to take quite a lot."

Chloe said with certainty.

"I have."

Hoffa stood up without hesitation. "I'll get it. You wait for me here."

Chloe also stood up. "I'll go with you."

"Can you go?"

Hoffa asked suspiciously.

"If you can't go, you have to go," Chloe pointed out of the window. "I'm here alone, just like a lamb to be slaughtered."

Hoffa followed her fingers and saw tanks rumbling through the street.

Behind the tank, dozens of soldiers escorted hundreds of hooded and faceless Jews down the street.

Seeing this, Hoffa's eyes darkened.

"All right, follow me. Don't get lost."

Probably after a meal, the relationship between them was not as stiff as when they first met. When they left the coffee shop, it was almost night.

Through the layers of checkpoints and outposts, they came to the outskirts of Paris.

It can be seen that there are rugged serpentine metal pipes and chimneys hovering on the ground and in the air. The huge demand brought by the war makes these suburban factories like beasts with full power, constantly devouring metal and coal.

When they came to the outskirts of the factory, the sky was already dark, and the hot and humid night sky was raining heavily, which was very uncomfortable.

Standing in a canopy below his factory, Hoffa said to Chloe, "you wait for me here. I'll get the medicine."

Chloe looked around, worried and asked, "is it safe here? Now the wizard is looking for me all over the street. "

Hoffa stared at the gray fog outside the canopy and thought, "it should be safe. I've never seen German soldiers come to this kind of place where they don't shit." "I'll be back in ten minutes, it doesn't matter," he said

"All right, you go and come back quickly."

"But remember, it's better not to meet yourself, let alone people you know," Chloe said

"What's the rule?"

"Have you ever seen yourself?" Chloe asked.

"No

Hoffa shook his head.

"That's right. Everything that has happened is unchangeable and inviolable. It's most reasonable that there should be only one you in a time and space. If your existence is seen by yourself, no one can predict the unreasonable consequences. The only way to know is that your body will collapse to the limit."

"Good." Hoffa agreed.

Then he disappeared into the air.

Chloe looks at Hoffa disappearing in the rain, sighs, and sits on the couch in the canopy. This is probably a bus stop sign that has not been used for a long time. There are few people around.

After sitting for a while, bored, she shook her legs and began to sing some obscure tunes.

At this time, a black old Mercedes Benz car will quietly slide out of the rain, it is bright orange lights, like wandering in this factory area of the ghost.

The black car passed the station sign about 50 meters away, then turned back and went back to the canopy.

The window rolled down to reveal a hooded figure behind.

"Hello, Miss lemme."

Chloe, who was humming, saw the hooded man near Chi Chi, and the cold sweat came down immediately. She got up and ran.

......

......On the other side, on the wall of the factory, Hoffa climbs like a gecko. His daily work is located on the second floor of the factory. However, after being reminded by Chloe, he does not dare to take the normal route, so he climbs directly from the sewage pipe outside the factory.

Came to his office window outside, he carefully looked inside.

Then he saw a scene that he would never forget.

saw as like as two peas in the old office, writing pictures at the desk.

An old-fashioned radio on the desk was playing old-fashioned German songs, Lilly Malian.

"Vorderkaserne"

"vordemgro ? entor"

"standeine laterne"

"undestehtsienochdavor"

"sowall'nwirunswedereh'n"

"beider laternew ollen willsteh'n"

"wieeinst Lili Marleen......"

"this song is really poisonous..."

he murmured to himself, hiding out of the window to look at himself, this kind of feeling is real It was so strange and novel that Hoffa couldn't help looking at himself more.

Just looking at it, three days ago, he seemed to notice something. He suddenly looked up.

Hoffa immediately retreated into the ghost walk and avoided his own eyes. But the other didn't give up. He got up and went to the window, looking out in wonder.

Then, just across a wall, two days ago, he stuck out his head from behind the window. At this moment, there was a sharp pain in his arm, which was like cutting meat with a sharp blade.

He rolled up his sleeves to have a look.

One piece in the middle of the whole arm becomes a crystal.

What's more, there was a faint pain in his abdomen, thigh and many other places. Even if he didn't look, Hoffa knew it. The time flare is expanding on itself, and it is becoming more and more illogical.

Although he didn't know what would happen if he jumped out now, he estimated that if he was seen by himself, the flare would swallow him up instantly.

It's dangerous.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and leaned against the wall.

He thought that it was also the change of time, why Harry and Hermione in the future did not have to bear any side effects, but they were just like wild animals, suffering direct damage from the laws of the world.

Two days ago, Hoffa looked around for a moment and saw nothing, so he went back to his position to write and draw. In the process, he did not dare to move.

About five minutes later, until the drizzle soaked the body, there were bursts of knocking on the door in the room.

He turned his head slightly and saw himself stand up two days ago and open the door.

The rain drenched Norbert came into the room and said, "this damned weather, it's raining endlessly."

He complained loudly. He took off his rubber boots and poured out the rain.

"Is anyone with you?"

Two days ago, Hoffa held the woven bag and asked as he locked the door.

"No

Norbert picked up a pot of water, gulped it down, then touched his mouth: "don't lock the door, we'll go out later."

"Still out, what's the matter?"

"There's something to deal with."

"Merlin's beard, are you really determined to learn alchemy..."

"Where have you just been? How long does it take to buy supplies? "

"East side, I took a job."

"Me or us?"

"We, we."

...

they were talking in the room, and Hoffa was scratching his heart and liver outside. He had never thought that Norbert was so wordy before. You know, every second, your body is closer to disintegration.

...

"Durant, the wolf of the east side? The agent from Germany? "

"Yes, the fool who stole our weapons. He knows I've been looking for him and wants to start first. "

"He's quite clever."

"It's clever, but it's too careless. You know, this time I pulled his tail. In March this year, he bought a bar in the east side to recruit women who fled from the ghetto. "

"What are you waiting for? Let's go."

Finally, the conversation between Norbert and Hoffa is over. They pack up their equipment and go with the door.

...

...

as soon as they left, Hoffa outside was relieved. He opened the window and jumped in from the outside without even worrying about the rain.

Quickly walk to the desk, open the drawer and look for it. Soon, he found two spare tubes of magic recovery potions, put them in his pocket, and hurried over the window to walk out.Steal your own things.

Hoffa thought it was crazy.

When passing by the factory, several workers raised their heads and stared at Hoffa. As like as two peas of their eyes, Hoff immediately flashed into the shadows. He thought he was walking forward and a fellow bloke appeared on his back.

Anyway, I've got the potion, and then I just need to give Chloe the potion, and I can go back to my own time and space.

But when Hoffa hurried back to the shed separate from Chloe, the nun disappeared.

Where's this guy?

He was a little puzzled and looked around on tiptoe. He didn't see Chloe, but saw a beautiful gasoline mark in the rain.

There was a car parked here.

This detail made him feel a little bad.

At the same time, he flashed in his mind the picture he saw two days ago, when he saw a woman in the rain being crammed into the car with her mouth covered.

This flashback picture is like a strong signal light, which ignites his adrenaline. His secret way is not good.

Bad! It's her!

I didn't think much at that time, but now I know the whole story.

He jumped up, stepped on the canopy, jumped on the road sign more than 10 meters high, and looked into the distance. Sure enough, he saw the car tail lights in the rain in the distance, which were almost gone.

At the same time, he flashed in his mind the picture he saw two days ago, when he saw a woman in the rain being crammed into the car with her mouth covered.

This flashback picture is like a strong signal light, which ignites his adrenaline. His secret way is not good.

Bad! It's her!

I didn't think much at that time, but now I know the whole story.

He jumped up, stepped on the canopy, jumped on the road sign more than 10 meters high, and looked into the distance.

Sure enough, he saw the car tail lights in the rain in the distance, which were almost gone.

Plop, the heart stopped beating.

Fear strikes like a forgotten friend. Simple, primitive fear. He had lived in peace for a long time and had almost forgotten the real fear. If Chloe is captured, it is absolutely impossible to find her within 48 hours.

Waiting for their own, only annihilation of a result.