"How is he?"

(hazy, Hoffa hears such a curious question. He tries to move, but can't move)

"is it related to you?" Some people said impatiently.

"It's strange." Some women say that.

"What's so strange?"

"When he was brought in in the morning, we had diagnosed him as a third degree severe burn. Almost all his skin was burned, and he was almost out of breath. But at night... He seemed to be..."

(Hoffa felt itchy, so he struggled)

"like what?"

"It seems that there is only one degree of mild burn..." the woman answered in bewilderment: "it's only less than 12 hours, how can..."

"Well, Metz, you've observed it very carefully, but it's nothing to forget."

The magic light flashed. Hoffa opened his eyes. He saw the dark ceiling and the dropping bottles. In the dark room under the moonlight, there were scattered bottles and cans everywhere. The crowd was very crowded. An old man held a magic wand and pointed to a witch standing beside him. The witch had a dull expression and just woke up.

He raised his arm, but felt that his whole body was almost bound tightly. When he looked carefully, he found that he had been bound as a mummy, lying on an iron hospital bed.

On second thought, he understood what had happened. A wizard set a fire in his theater, which not only set the fire, but also blew up the whole theater. He wanted to put out the fire, but unfortunately, the time came during the day. He fell into the fire and was sent to the hospital.

Thinking of the thousands of civilians who came to see the party in his theater, he was not in the mood to continue to lie down. Without hesitation, he pulled the catheter on his arm and tore off all the blood bandages on his body.

The sound of the bandage breaking attracted the old man holding the wand. He immediately put away the wand and came to the bedside in three or two steps.

Hoffa saw what he looked like, more disgusted. A wrinkled face with a few thin hairs, fingers trembling - it's Nicole lemme.

"You again?" He asked impatiently.

"It's me."

"Where is this?"

"My basement."

"Stay away!"

He pushed away nicoleme, tore the bandage, picked up a suit from the hanger, put it on his head, and walked out.

"Stinky boy, where are you going again?"

Nico lemme tried to hold him, but he ignored him. "You can't go back to that theater now, you can't go back," he said

"Why?" Hoffa looked at Nicole lemme surreptitiously: "I should have warned you not to follow me, right?"

"I won't follow you. Now you're burned to ashes." He angrily paused crutches: "really when their invincible Na, I did not see the day on the fire can still survive the blood, you have to thank me!"

Hoffa stopped, his face slightly softened.

Nicole lemme sighed, turned and pushed the dull looking witch out of the door, then slammed the door. Take out a radio from the corner, put it in front of Hoffa, turn the switch a few times, Zizi broadcast flowing from the radio:

"BBC evening news, it is reported that just at 6 am this morning, a fire broke out in a theater in Soho, London, causing a lot of damage to the surrounding buildings. Fortunately, no one died, only one man was injured. At present, the injured man is still in danger They have been sent to the hospital, and the specific cause of the fire is still under investigation. It is preliminarily judged that they are careless in using electricity, and we hope that everyone will be cautious when using electricity... "

The hostess in Muggle radio did not have much ups and downs in her voice. After reading the manuscript, she began to report some news about the weather and current events, but Hoffa felt something was wrong.

No one died?

One person was injured.

Last night, he saw thousands of people turn to ashes in the sea of fire. How could no one die? After this terrorist event like 9 / 11, no one cared whether the world was crazy or himself.

At this time, Nicole lemme switched the radio to the magic channel again: "at 6 a.m. this morning, a large number of Muggles disappeared in the bar street of SOHO District, London. It was initially determined that they were caused by the transmission of magic. The perpetrators are unknown and the number of missing people is unknown. Members of the disaster recovery department have been sent to repair them. If you see any missing Muggles or people with suspicious whereabouts, please contact the black devils as soon as possible Thank you for your cooperation. The voice of the wizard reports for you. Next, let's look at the next group of newsletters. The Quidditch World Cup will be held at the end of this month... "

Nico Leme turned off the radio and whispered to Hoffa," don't make trouble. Keep a low profile. We can't attract any attention from the Ministry of magic this year, do you understand? "

"Many, many people died, why did they say none of them died?" Hoffa asked his doubts."The necrotic potion."

Nicole lemme sighed and pulled out a bottle from the nearby bottle. The bottle was black and fragmented, but Hoffa could still recognize that it was the ninety-six Polish distilled vodka he used to pour wine for the God of nightmares.

Nicole lemme said in a quiet voice, "I went into your theater for the first time after the fire was put out, and found this before the Ministry of magic. After my test, someone put the necrotic potion into the wine you provided. After drinking this potion, it will melt the human body into the most basic element in a few hours. It is one of the most terrible potions in the world. "

"What? Why should I take the medicine? " Hoffa was confused: "what's the purpose? Who's going to have trouble with a bunch of tramps? "

"I don't know, but I prefer that the target of that person is you. He wants to kill you, but you don't get caught."

Poisoning yourself?

Hoffa thought of the strange man who had been looking at him coldly in the fire last night, his fingers clenched into fists, his bones crackling. But on second thought, he immediately denied the statement.

"It's impossible. Every day in the last week, I will open a free party in Soho district to provide drinks. These drinks are directly transferred from the distillery. Thousands of bottles. If I just want to kill me, why use such a wide range of tricks? Besides, after 50 years, I haven't found any trace of anyone remembering me in this world. Who will kill me when I'm free?"

"That's a cover up."

Nicoleme put down the wine bottle, "carrion poison is originally used to destroy the corpse. A bottle of carrion poison, plus a fire, is enough to make anyone disappear quietly."

Then he frowned: "but it's really strange to kill Muggles with carrion poison and set a fire to destroy the remains. Don't you want to attract other people's attention?"

？？？？

Hoffa is at a loss. He believes that there are always reasons for killing people. Love killing, hate killing, interest killing... But each one seems to have nothing to do with the fire in his theater. The man set the fire and ran away. He didn't mean to explain it. What did he want?

He was walking around Nicole lemme's house.

Are you dreaming?

When he thought of this possibility, was it the God of nightmares who, seeing that he did not agree to its request, became angry and put himself together?

So he turned his magic power, and the magic power worked normally, without any astringency. When he looked around, the scenery was normal, and it was at night, full of energy, without any trace of dreams.

He is not dreaming. After dreaming so many times, he can clearly distinguish between dream and reality.

Is it Tom that group of people... Hoffa thought about it, but he still felt that something was wrong. Even Tom would not do something meaningless to a group of vagrants who had a party. Besides, according to the time, that guy didn't know where he was staying at the moment. How could he come and blow up his theater for no reason.

The incident became complicated, and he was ready to die in the world, but the sudden change made his brain AChE.

"Don't think about that," Nico lemme said helplessly. "You shouldn't be so high-profile. Although the British Ministry of magic doesn't know how many people died, I can detect the poison, and they can. Maybe they have laid a net in your theater, so you can't go back now."

Nicoleme seemed quite calm. He put away the bottle:

"in other words, if you are ashamed of the death of that group of people, I can tell you that it doesn't matter. If you don't go back, the world line will collapse sooner or later, and it's nothing to die a thousand people."

"Don't put a hat on my head like I killed these people!" Hoffa was furious.

(Nico lemme shut up, shrugged his shoulders and began to work in those bottles.)

Things are not going well. Hoffa wants to rub his hair hard, but he finds that his hair has been burned by the fire. Before he can grow out, he is bald now.

"Damn it."

He kicked off a medicine bottle and went up in anger. If Silby had gray hair, he would become gray. If Silby had bald head, he would become bald. Why is that guy so haunted?

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he was. He looked at nicoleme and said, "the ugly thing is that although you saved me, you still want me to go back. I advise you to die!"

"I'm not here for you." Nico lemme put down his work, sighed and said, "if you really don't want to go back, who can force you?"

After a pause, he said, "actually, I'm here to ask for your help."

"More? Old man, do I know you well? "

"It's not that kind of busy, it's very simple for you." Nicole lemme turned his head rather sincerely: "I want you to help revive Chloe."