Hoffa pointed to the newspaper, "Does it have something to do with that key?"

Both were silent.

Hofa asked angrily.

Ossivia said unceremoniously, "You don't have to worry about this. ”

Hoffa turned his head to look at Sylby, but Sylby sat expressionless, not saying a word.

Without any answer, Sylbie, who had always been quite eloquent, seemed to suddenly become a stuffy gourd.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and tossed the newspaper aside.

There must be something they knew, but they didn't know, his curious colleague, but at the same time he felt a little panicked.

Wizards are being shot one after another, what is the situation?

But now is not the time to dwell on this.

After getting on the train, exhaustion began to flood the brain, both physically and mentally.

He began to meditate.

After each use of Gugal's conversion technique, Hoffa had to use meditation to restore his mana, and the newly restored mana would be converted to life to maintain the balance of his body.

The train rumbled forward, not fast. The three of them swayed in the carriage.

Ossivia had been studying the newspaper, while Hoffa was meditating on the magic lost from fighting and escaping.

Four hours later, it was getting dark.

The trio took a vintage train into the Spanish wilderness, the endless plain of Valencia.

The Valencian plain borders the Mediterranean Sea, and there are plenty of orange trees planted in the fields. Mixed with the setting sun, it looks like a scene in an oil painting.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't stop Hoffa from being physically and mentally exhausted at this time, and after the meditation is over, he is still unusually tired.

The reason is that he hasn't slept well for almost three days. Driven frantically and fleeing all the way after being chased by **, this exhaustion cannot be eliminated by meditation.

Finally, in the twilight of the Valencian plain, Hoffa leaned back in his chair and fell into a deep sleep.

It was as if he had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by a sharp wheezing sound.

When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black.

It was so late at night.

There was an extremely suppressed ho-ho sound in my ears.

Hoffa turned around, but was startled by the sight in front of him.

Sylby's bloodshot eyes were staring at him.

In the dark carriage, his face was as pale as paper. The wings of his nose opened and closed hard, and his lips were clenched, as if he was trying to suppress his breathing.

Hoffa thought he was faking illness again, but when he touched his forehead slightly, it was completely devoid of temperature, but like a piece of ice.

This symptom is like a magical overdraft, and when he touches the other person's heart, his heartbeat is very weak, as if it is swaying like a candle in the wind.

But the sound of breathing became more and more painful and difficult.

Hoffa immediately rolled over and sat up, only to see Sylby biting his lip bleeding.

"Hey"

"Hey"

"What's wrong with you?"

Hoffa had no idea how to deal with this situation.

Sylby didn't speak, just stared at Hoffa with wide eyes.

Something happened, and Hoffa secretly said that it was not good, and he immediately wanted to wake up Osvia, who was sleeping in the single seat on the left.

But Sylby looked at Hoffa pleadingly with bloodshot eyes.

"Don't"

"Don't let me get bored"

Sylby gently squeezed a few words out between his teeth.

Stuffy?

Hoffa felt it a little.

Truly.

There were a lot of people in this carriage, and now it was indeed filled with a strong smell of carbon dioxide.

Not daring to hesitate, Hoffa immediately picked up the trembling Sylby in his wheelchair and quickly pushed him all the way out.

Finally, when Hoffa led the other party to the outside of a first-class car at the front of the train, Silby caught a breath of fresh air, a breeze from the exhaust fan above the first-class seat.

Sylby was still breathing in pain when he arrived, but slightly better than he had been before.

Seeing that he was still gasping, Hoffa simply didn't do anything.

He took out his wand and transformed it into a sharp knife.

He directly inserted the sharp knife into the card slot on the glass window of the green train, and pried open the glass forcefully.

At this moment, the fresh air with the fragrance of oranges poured in like a tide.

Sylby's pale hair was blown up by the wind, and his whole body slackened like a salted fish in water.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Whew"

Sylby closed his eyes, took a few greedy breaths of fresh air, and eased. He stopped moving, Hoffa put his fingers on his chest, and his heart gradually returned to beating normally.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and muttered weakly.

"Thank you, Hoffa. ”

"Hmm. Hoffa looked at his watch, it was five o'clock in the morning, he had slept for a full twelve hours, and God knows how long Sylby had been gasping in his seat.

"Can you push me closer, I want to blow a little more wind. Sylby said.

Hofa leaned his wheelchair closer to the window, and the night breeze from the train ruffled all of Sylby's hair, revealing his pale, sculptural face. For some reason, Hoffa sensed an inexplicable familiarity on his face.

Inside, the yellow, ancient tungsten light tube crackled, and Sylby's wheelchair swayed slowly with the body.

At the moment, the train is passing through the Spanish coastal city of Valencia. Outside the window, you can see the night view of the Spanish city.

Old-fashioned street lamps, decadent poets lying by the river, musicians sitting in flower beds and playing guitars. Couples snuggling up on the riverbank.

Soon, however, the train left the city and re-entered the deserted wilderness.

Suddenly.

Sylby tilted his head to Hoffa and said, "Can you feel it?"

"Feel what?" asked Hoffa.

"The decadence under the prosperity of this country. ”

"I can't feel it. Hoffa said dryly.

"They say that Spain after midnight is the real Spain, I didn't believe it before, but now it seems to be true. ”

Sylby said.

Hoffa couldn't pick it up, he didn't know much about Europe.

After a while, Hoffa asked, "What happened to you, what kind of disease?"

"It's not sick, it's just that sometimes, I feel like a zombie, a piece of frozen meat. ”

The train passed over a stone bridge, and Sylby looked at the river below the bridge and said slowly:

"Sometimes I feel like I'm slowly rotting in a wheelchair and slowly growing at the same time. This contradictory delusion can bring great suffering.

Although I don't have a sense of touch, my brain still feels pain, which is an abnormal physiological mechanism, which the psychiatrist calls phantom limbs, and some people say that this pain is just phantom pain. But I know that this is not the case, and I am cursed. ”

Hoffa didn't know how to pick up the stubble, and instinctively he tightened the blanket over Sylby.

"Are you sympathizing with me?" Sylby asked suddenly.

Hoffa whispered, "Not really. ”

"The strong don't need sympathy, this is our family motto. Sylby said.

"But you need help, that's true. Hoffa said lightly.

"If you want to help, there is a cigarette under the wheelchair, can I please help you take it out?"

Hoffa bent down, and sure enough, there was a small dark compartment under the wheelchair. There were magazines, candy, some medicines, and even a gun.

In the deepest part, Hoffa saw a silver cigarette case.

Open the cigarette case, and inside is white paper and shredded tobacco.

He hesitated for a moment, but still pulled out the blank paper: "How do you get it?"

"Isn't there a cigarette class at Hogwarts?" Sylby laughed.

"Beauxbatons?" said Hoffa.

"No, you roll it for me. ”

Sylby said.

Hoffa rolled for a long time, and he couldn't roll well without touching cigarettes.

"Come up to me. ”

Sylby said with his tongue out.

Hoffa put the cigarette paper to his lips.

Sylby licked the cigarette paper and motioned to the Hoffa roll with his eyes.

Sure enough, he licked it as if a layer of glue had been applied, and the cigarette paper was quickly rolled up firmly.

Hoffa polishes the match and helps Sylby light it.

In the darkness of the night, there was a little red light.

He took a deep breath of intoxication, exhaling the white mist in comfort, and when Hoffa put the cigarette to his lips again, he shook his head, signaling that he didn't need to.

Hoffa snuffed out the cigarette he had only smoked.

Sylby: "I wasn't born like that, at least 11 years ago, I was able to run and jump. ”

Looking at the river, Sylby said with some nostalgia.

"And why are you?"

"My fate has been sealed by a curse, and so has my family, a curse from the depths of history. Sylby said.

"Does it have anything to do with the key that Ossivia was looking for?" asked Hoffa.

Sylby turned his head slowly, looking at Hoffa. It was a strange look of scrutiny.

Suddenly, he asked, "Would you like to be my secretary?"

"What?"

"When I was in Morocco, I said I could offer you a long-term job. Would you like to?"

Hoffa shook his head at the thought of his offer to drop out of school and go to work, "I'm not going to give up on going to school." ”

Sylby's otherwise dull eyes became even more dull.

"It's a pity, you're me"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Boom!!

The train shook so hard that it seemed to have encountered some obstacle and came to a slow stop.

Hoffa looked at the deserted wilderness outside, and at this moment, a touch of pink had appeared under the dark blue night in the distance, and dawn was approaching.

Change?

But there is no station.

Hoffa was a little wary, his mental force field quickly searching the carriage for the possibility of other wizards.

However, within a radius of fifty meters, he did not find any other wizard's spiritual force field, except for the Osylvia senior who was sleeping fifty meters away from him.

"What's wrong?" Hofa opened his eyes and turned to Sylby to ask, "What's going on?"

Sylby shook his head and said softly, "I don't know, but I pay you, can you protect me if something happens?"

Hoffa did not answer. Continue to open the mental force field and start the alert.

At this moment, the carriage shook and roared on the tracks again.

Finding nothing, Hoffa's eyes furrowed.

Is it because you are thinking too much?

At this moment, the tungsten light in the empty carriage flickered, and an old woman pushing a small trailer slowly shook from the aisle tinkling and clanging.

She was very old, and she walked very slowly. There was not the slightest fluctuation of mana on his body.

Not a wizard.

Just a muggle that sells early in the morning.

But for safety reasons, Hoffa slowly stood in front of Sylby.

The old woman creaked past with a small cart.

As she passed through the hallway, she saw Hoffa standing by the window. A smile with only a few teeth remaining.

"Quieres un p de ida" (Do you want a snack?)

Hoffa couldn't understand what she was saying, so he waved his hand and motioned for her to hurry away.

“es uy barat。 (Very cheap)

“te va a gustar。 (You definitely like it)

The old woman said a few more words, and her hands kept rummaging through the snacks, and from time to time she took out bread or candy and shook it in front of Hoffa's eyes.

Hoffa frowned and waved his hand.

Seeing that Hoffa always refused, she muttered a few words, withdrew her snacks, pushed her cart, opened the wooden door to the first-class carriage, and creaked towards the empty first-class carriage.

Seeing her leave, Hoffa's tense nerves slowed down.

Slightly relieved.

However, just then, a breeze blew in through the open windows of the first-class carriage. The moving train passes through a very angled curve.

Hofa was caught off guard and tilted his body.

The old woman's body is also crooked.

Her robe was blown by the wind, and at this moment, Hoffa keenly saw that the arm of the old woman in front of her was actually a black and purple glow with a metallic luster.

He sensed something was wrong.

The old woman, who had already walked more than five meters away, suddenly turned around, tilted her body, and pulled out two huge black pistols from the cart full of snacks like lightning, and aimed them at Sylby.

The hairs on the back of Hoffa's head exploded.

Without thinking about flicking his wand, it suddenly turned into a huge silver shield, and he got down on one knee and held it in front of him.

Boom!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Tongues of fire spew.

At that moment, at least five or six bullets landed on the shield.

The sound of impact and impact was incessant, and Hoffa's scalp tingled as he hid behind his shield.

It's a killer.

The gunfire subsided, and Hoffa turned his head to look at Sylby, who was now in a wheelchair, his face pale and his expression solemn.

His mind raced, thinking of Raymond, who had been assassinated, and the Minister of Magic, who had been shot. And the so-called key.

The other party may be coming for Sylby!

The shield slowly narrowed, but Hoffa saw nothing through the gaps in the shield.

The old woman pushing the cart disappeared into the carriage.

Only one cart remained on the ground.

Hoffa slowly stood up, his shield turning back into a wand. He didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and his nerves were tense to the extreme.

The strong wind outside the carriage blew the curtains, and Hoffa took two steps forward, surveying his surroundings.

There were two soft snaps.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of footsteps from above the carriage.

Hofa was startled and immediately raised his arm.

The exhaust fan was the first to smash down, followed by a gray figure.

The gray-clad old woman fell straight through the train's ventilation duct and slammed her fist into Hoffa.

Her eyes glowed with a blinding red.