Looking at the woman who walked up the stairs with her skirt, Fatir was stunned for a moment, and Hoffa, who was locked in the planetarium, was also stunned, and then, a thick ominous feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, was there something he had ignored?

"Minister Drazes, what's wrong with you, you look like you've lost your soul?" the tall woman stood straight in front of Fatil, who was hunched over, and said coldly, "This is not the posture that a demon king should have. ”

"Spencer...... Aren't you, aren't you?"

In astonishment, Fatil called out his secretary's last name.

Hoffa looked at Delfina and heard her Spencer's last name, and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and he finally understood why he felt that this woman's name was somewhat familiar.

Delfina Spencer!?

It was five years ago, before entering the first grade, when he had no money to go to school, the then swindler Elf Indor took him to Gringotts, borrowing the name of a declining family, and deceived himself into tuition.

And the fake identity he gave himself was none other than Delfina's younger brother, Sylbie.

However, it wasn't until his second year that he met another member of the Spencer family, Sylby, the mad headmaster who nearly destroyed Hogwarts, the super-madman who could only live on his offspring and rely on his bloodline to fight against Slytherin Curses, the Centaur King!

After figuring out the relationship, Hoffa's whole body trembled like chaff, he could not have imagined that the woman who had given Chloe to him, the guy who claimed to be the secretary to the Minister of Magic...... His old rival, the last time they met, was a man, and this time they met actually became a woman.

"It's you ......!!!"

In the planetarium, Hoffa was furious and couldn't help himself.

"You finally remember me. ”

Delfina, no, Sylby turned her head and smiled, and said in an extremely teasing and resentful tone: "It's so sad that people have been going around around you for so many times, but you can't even recognize them, is your impression of me so shallow?"

"Run!!Fatil!!"

The resentful tone made Hoffa's sweat and hairs explode, and at this moment, the yin and yang were reversed, and all the situation was completely reversed, and he shouted at Fatil in fear and despair with a trembling voice.

But it was too late, and I saw the bald woman make a lightning-like move, directly hooked Fatil's neck, and patted his stunned face: "Of course I'm coming, I have worked hard for me, I have to thank you." ”

She grinned, and then unequivocally pulled a black twig from her waist and wrapped her arms around Fatil's neck and plunged straight into his lower abdomen.

"Stop!!"

Hoffa roared wildly, and in the midst of the stormy emotional fluctuations, four wings grew from his back, trying to break free from the shackles of the strange metal and fly towards the two on the high platform. The strange metal stuck to him like brushed cheese.

Rumble!!

The four-winged Hoffa was pulled back to the planetarium with such force that he smashed through the metal band and was pulled into the electric interior of the rotating planetarium.

Poof.

There was a very inconspicuous sound.

Fatil looked at the extra black thorn in his lower abdomen, and until this moment, his expression was still dull and stunned.

"No...... No...... No..... No ......!"

Inside the planetarium, Hoffa struggled frantically and flew towards Fatil again, but he hit the energy shell brought by the rotation of the planetarium again and again, like a moth to a fire.

Sylby pulled out the black mistletoe violently.

The black gas flashed, and Fatil stared blankly at his chest, then at the smiling woman behind him, until a thick black gas floated out of his wound, and he didn't realize what was happening. He closed his eyes painfully, and when he opened them again, he was already relieved and relieved, as well as extremely melancholy and helpless.

Thump.

He fell to his knees, put his hand on the railing, looked at the young man in the planetarium in the distance, and muttered, "You promised me..... Hoffa ......"

Then, with his head down, he slipped silently to the ground, slipping at the feet of his secretary, the tall, bald woman. The blue eyes widened.

"Ah....... God......."

Looking at those eyes, Hoffa almost fainted in pain, his whole body was cold, he bent down in the huge planetarium, covered his lower abdomen, and his heart twitched and almost stopped beating.

The bald woman tilted her head slightly, looked at the anguished boy, stepped over Fatil's corpse with grace, and grasped the lever of the arrow of time.

"Dude....... I dream..... We are all looking forward to this day...... cough cough cough cough ......"

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

Suddenly, she bent over and coughed violently, barely on her own. coughed until a stream of bitter juice spewed, she barely held on to the lever and slowly stood up, her skin was as pale as paper, and her posture was extremely weak, but her handsome face was full of arrogance and obedience, she looked at Hoffa, who was locked in the planetarium, and said weakly and intermittently:

"Hey, hey, hey, hey........ Ahem...... Ahem...... Belch...... Brother....... Ahem...... You guess...... The world's strongest cage........ Ahem........ What is .......it? Ahem...... Auschwitz?Bastille?Ahem...... Or is it still Azkaban? cough cough ......."

She coughed breathlessly, as if she had exhausted her mixed strength just by speaking, she held on to the joystick, and her tone was vicissitudes, as if she was asking Hoffa, and she seemed to be asking God.

"Silby ......"

"Sylby!"

"Sylby!!"

Hoffa crawled inside the planetarium, holding on to the energy field until the flashlight was scorched, and he didn't realize it, the despair of being calculated made him speechless, his eyes were cracking, and the only thing he could do was repeat his name. There is only endless remorse and unwillingness in my heart, why I didn't find out earlier, why I didn't think about it more, why I forgot my real rival when my mind was full of Grindelwald.

"Both..... It's not ......"

Sylby said to himself, coughing and laughing:

"Yes...... Be........ Ahem....... Damn it...... Damn it....... Time, grinding ...... Smoothing out the edges and corners of people, and wiping down ...... Man's passion devours man's will...... Even...... Even, even....... Let your body be gone forever...... What is no more....... A cage stronger than time....... Huhhehe..... Belch........ Ahem, ahem, hahaha......"

After laughing.

Click!!

With the heavy pull of the lever.

The arrow of time turns ninety degrees clockwise.

1→50

The huge planetarium spun awkward, and Chloe, who was floating in mid-air, melted directly into the endless electricity.

No!!!

Hofa's mouth was open to the base of his ears, and his mouth was full of sharp teeth, but he didn't make the slightest sound.

The rich silver-white light completely overwhelmed him, and the endless power pushed and dragged him, pulling him into the crazy flow of time, pulling him into the rolling wheel of fate.

The last thing he saw was the woman smiling, lip-synching a few letters.

see you ...... forever

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Whirling, mottled, broken, nightmares, blood, magic, death, hope, despair, disillusionment, rebirth.

Quiet without the slightest sound.

Ruthless as a god, indifferent as a law.

The giant tortoise stands on the back of another giant tortoise, the giant tortoise stands on the back of another giant tortoise, and countless giant tortoises are layered on top of each other, forming a long and endless tower, the tower bends, and forms a sinuous giant snake, the giant snake is tail and rao, and the rings are intertwined, and each snake ring becomes a pattern on the back of the giant tortoise.

The comet in the sky flashed by, and before it could hit the ground, it was turned to dust.

Trees grow wildly, blinking the sky, blinking blinking. The lizard sticks out its tongue and reaches out at the flies flying in the air, but before it catches its prey, it withers, decays, and turns to ashes.

The lover walked up to him and asked him for a hug, but after the warmth of the touch, he fell apart.

All things flow, lost and regained, gained and lost, the stars swayed, between the sun and the moon, bright and dim, the tide rose and fell, the rivers went east, the deceased was like this, the red face and dry bones, the vicissitudes of the sea, the dust was gone, and the river was shaking.

Countless strange images flashed before Hofa's eyes, and it was not until he fell to the ground that he felt that he had been lying on the ground for a long, long time.

"Silby ......"

He subconsciously muttered a name, and he felt a little strange and long-ago. The fierce emotions that had just been so violent had long since vanished, and he looked at the black dome and could see nothing, except for some large boxes and tarps.

Memories come flooding back.

"Fatil ......"

He shouted again, this time the exhaled air blowing a layer of cobwebs on top, and the dust fell into his mouth, and he slowly got to his feet, the joints on his body crackling.

His vision was shattered, his eyes seemed to have become a kaleidoscope, his body was so tired, so tired that he could barely stand upright, and he grabbed a black tarp beside him, barely falling down.

But he didn't hold on for a few seconds, and he still fell to the ground, and both of his legs were shaking in pain.

Chloe .......

Memories popped up in his mind, and he exhaled, rolled up a cloud of dust, and lay down on his knees exhausted.

"Silby..... Fatil ...... Chloe...... Silby ..... Fatil ...... Chloe......"

He repeated the three names, completely unaware of where he was, surrounded by tarps other than tarps with thick dust.

It wasn't until there was a hard object that hurt his knees that he got up from the ground again and felt for the hard object, which was a dimly lit crystal necklace, exquisitely made and very beautiful.

Out of some instinct, he subconsciously tightened his grip on the necklace, held the tarp beside him, and walked out little by little. Left behind a row of staggering footprints.

"Sylby...... Fatil ...... Chloe ......."

He unconsciously repeated three names and walked up the empty staircase. He didn't know where to go, but instinctively felt that he should go out, find help, find some water, find some food, find some night......

It backfired, and after a long journey, he saw the dazzling sun. It shone down from the skylight of the high, invisible dome and shone on Hoffa's face, making him almost dizzy.

He clung to the wall beside him, touched it, touched a button, and then leaned against the wall and panted, his chest aching.

After a while, it was accompanied by a pleasant sound.

Ding dong.

"The ninth floor has arrived. ”

A door opened, and the noise of chirping was a headache. He gasped, his brain in disarray.

Until someone shouted, "Hey, you can't get in, the elevator is leaving." ”

Only then did he react, and subconsciously turned over and got into the brilliant elevator.

The elevator was full of people.

But none of Hoffa knewa.

"Disaster Reversal Division. Someone asked him sympathetically.

"Huh..... Heh....." Hoffa squeezed the necklace in his hand firmly, panting.

"It's so pitiful, it's really hard to be an intern these years. ”

Someone said sympathetically.

"Who's to say it wasn't, when I first came to my internship, George sent me to fix a Muggle toilet that had been cursed and sprayed with a single button. ”

"Well, you're disgusting. ”

"Don't talk about that, anyway, did your department find Bertha Jorkins?"

"Not yet. ”

"It's strange that you don't have to spend so long on vacation, and Albania is so fun?"

"Whatever, that woman is always nervous, and it's not surprising where she goes. ”

Ding dong.

Pleasant female voice: "The sixth floor, the Magical Traffic Division, includes the Floo Network Administration, the Broomstick Management Control Bureau, the Portkey Office, and the Phantom Apparition Test Center. ”

The elevator stops, and the crowd moves in and out, in and out.

Hoffa listened to the female voice in his ear and knew that he was still in the Ministry of Magic.

"Silby..... Fatil ..... Chloe...... Miranda...... ....... Miranda"

Thinking of his friend who was locked outside the phone booth, he seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, his chaotic and godless eyes regained some clarity, and his palm pressed straight to the first floor.

The elevator stops.

He was pushed out of the elevator by the men in top hats, pushing and shoving like a bouncing ball in a crowd, and the air was filled with annoying paper airplanes and blinding, almost blinding sunlight.

He lowered his head and clenched the necklace in his hand. Staggered through the crowded fireplace corridors, crowded in the crowds, and came to the streets of London in the scorching sun.

Blinding.

Bright.

The snow and ice of Christmas have long since disappeared, red double-decker buses gallop past the wide, smooth asphalt pavement, pedestrians chatter, colorful balloons flying in the air, glamorous designer shops on the side of the road, teenagers sliding down the steps on skateboards, couples kissing on the street, and Ferraris speeding past with the roar of bombing the streets.

A figure in the distance caught Hoffa's attention.

"Miranda ......"

He stumbled over.

When I got closer, I realized that it was nothing more than a poster on a billboard.

In the billboard, a cool man in sunglasses was holding a gun, and in his arms was a girl holding a paper bag, who looked a little like Miranda, but definitely not her.

Looking at the billboard, Hoffa fell to the ground with a thud.

He sat under the poster for "This Killer Is Not Too Cold". Looking at Jean Renault's cool big nose in the picture, he was in a trance.

1994 year.

Fifty years later.

(To be continued)