"How's he doing?"

(In the haze, Hoffa heard someone ask curiously, and he tried to move, but he couldn't.)

"What does it have to do with you?" said someone impatiently.

"It's weird. "There's a woman who says that.

"What's strange?"

"When he arrived in the morning, we had diagnosed him with severe burns of the third degree, and he was almost breathing with almost all his skin burned, but in the evening...... He seems to be ......."

(Hoffa feels itchy skin, so he struggles)

"Seems like what?"

"It seems that there are only first-degree minor burns...... "The woman replied in confusion: "It's only been twelve hours, how can it be ......?"

"Well, Matz, you've been observing, but—forgotten about it. ”

The magic light flashed, Hoffa opened his eyes, and what he saw was the pitch-black ceiling, and the hanging bottles that kept dripping at hand, and the dark room in the moonlight, full of scattered bottles and cans, unusually crowded, there was an old man holding a wand, pointing at a witch standing beside him, the witch had a dull expression, and looked like she had just woken up from sleep.

He raised his arm, but he felt that his whole body was almost tied tightly, and when he looked closely, he found that he had been mummified and lying on an iron-framed hospital bed.

After a little thought, he understood what was happening, a wizard had set a fire in his theater, and not only set it on fire, but also blew up his own theater to the sky. I wanted to put out the fire, but unfortunately it was daytime, and I was taken to the hospital after falling into the fire.

Thinking of the thousands of civilians who came to see the party in his theater, where was he still in the mood to continue lying down, he did not hesitate to pull open the catheter on his arm and tear off all the bloody bandages on his body.

The sound of the bandage breaking attracted the old man with his wand in his hand, and he immediately put away his wand and walked to the bedside in three steps.

Hoffa saw his appearance and was even more disgusted. A wrinkled face and a few strands of thinning hair, and trembling fingers – it was Nicol Lemay.

"Are you again?" he asked impatiently.

"It's me. ”

"Where is this?"

"The basement of my house. ”

"Stay put!"

He pushed Nicola May away, tore the bandage himself, picked up a set of clothes from the hanger and put it on his head, and walked out with his legs raised.

"Stinky boy, where are you going?"

Nicol Lemay tried to hold him back, but he ignored him. He didn't give up, and chased after him with a cane: "You can't go back to that theater now, you must not go back." ”

"Why?" said Hoffa quizzingly at Nicol Lemay, "I should have warned you not to follow me, right?"

"I don't follow you, and now you're all burned to ashes. He paused with his crutches in annoyance: "If I really think I'm invincible, I haven't seen the blood clan that can survive roasting on the fire during the day, you have to thank me!"

Hoffa paused, his expression softening slightly.

Nicol Lemay sighed, turned and pushed the glazed-looking witch out the door, then slammed the door shut. He took out a radio from the corner, put it in front of Hoffa, turned the switch a few times, and the sizzling broadcast flowed out of the radio:

"BBC Evening News, it is reported that at six o'clock this morning, a fire broke out in a theater in Soho, London, causing a lot of damage to surrounding buildings, fortunately no one died, only one man was injured, at present, the injured man has been sent to the hospital, the specific cause .......of the fire is still under investigation, the preliminary judgment is that the electricity is careless, and I hope that everyone will be cautious when using electricity."

The Muggle radio hostess read the script without much heaval and began to report some news about the weather and current events, but Hoffa felt something wrong as he listened.

No one died?

One person was injured.

He obviously watched thousands of people turn into ashes in the sea of fire last night, how could no one die, this kind of horror similar to 911, after it happened, no one cared, whether the world was crazy or he was crazy.

At this time, Nicol Lemay turned the radio on the magic channel again: "....... At six o'clock in the morning this morning, a large number of Muggles disappeared in the bar street in Soho, London, preliminarily determined to be caused by teleportation, the perpetrators are unknown, the number of missing people is unknown, and members of the Disaster Reversal Division have been sent to repair, if you see missing Muggles or suspicious people, please contact the Defence Against the Dark Arts Division immediately, thank you for your cooperation - The Voice of the Wizards reports for you, and then look at the next set of newsletters, the Quidditch World Cup will be released at the end of this month in ......."

Nicol Lemay turned off the radio and whispered to Hoffa, "Don't make trouble, keep it low, we can't get any attention from the Ministry of Magic this year, you know?"

"Obviously there are many, many people who have died, why do they say that none of them are dead?" asked Hoffa his doubts.

"Rotting corpse potion. ”

Nicol Lemay sighed and pulled out a bottle from the jar next to him, the bottle was burned black and torn apart, but Hoffa could still make out that it was the ninety-six Polish distilled vodka he had used to pour the Nightmare God.

Nicol Lemay said in a low voice, "I entered your theater as soon as the fire was extinguished, and found this before the Ministry of Magic. After my testing, someone put rotting corpse potion in the drink you offered, which melts a person's flesh into the most basic elements within hours, and is one of the most terrifying potions in the world. ”

"What? Why do you want to get drugged?" Hoffa was confused: "What's the purpose? Who would have trouble with a bunch of homeless people?"

"I don't know, but I'm more inclined to say that the man's target was you, and he wanted to kill you, but you didn't get hit. ”

Poison yourself?

Hoffa thought of the strange man who had looked at him coldly in the flames last night, his fingers clenched into fists, and his bones crackled. But after thinking about it again, he immediately denied this set of arguments.

"No way, I've been holding a free party in Soho every day for the past week, providing drinks, these drinks are directly transferred from the winery, thousands of bottles, if you just want to kill me, why use such a wide range of tricks, besides, after fifty years, I haven't found anyone in this world who remembers me, who will be idle and have nothing to do to kill me?"

"That's to cover people's eyes. ”

Nicola put down the bottle, "The carrion poison was originally used to destroy the corpse, a bottle of carrion poison, plus a fire, is enough to make anyone disappear silently." ”

As he spoke, he also frowned: "But it's really strange, using carrion poison to kill Muggles, and setting a fire to destroy corpses, don't you want to attract the attention of others?"

？？？？

Hoffa was confused, he believed that there would always be a reason for killing, love killing, vendetta killing, profit killing...... But none of them seemed to have anything to do with the fire in their own theater. The man ran away after setting the fire, and he didn't explain it at all, what did he want to do?

He walked around Nicol Lemay's house.

Could it be that I am dreaming?

He thought of this possibility, was it because the god of nightmares saw that he did not agree to his request, and became angry and put himself along?

So he used his magic, and his magic was working normally, without any jerkiness, and then he looked around, the scenery was normal, it was night, and he was full of energy, without any traces of dreams.

He wasn't dreaming, he had dreamed so many times that he could clearly distinguish the difference between dreams and reality.

Could it be Tom's men...... Hoffa thought about it and still felt that something was wrong, even Tom wouldn't do anything pointless to a group of homeless people who were partying, besides, according to the time, that guy didn't know where to go at the moment, how could he come and blow up his theater for no reason.

The incident became confusing, and he was ready to eat and wait for death in this world, but this sudden change made his head hurt.

"Don't think about this yet," said Nicol Lemay helplessly, "you shouldn't be so high-profile, although the British Ministry of Magic doesn't know how many people died, but I can detect poison, and they can, maybe they have laid a net in your theater, so you must not go back now." ”

Nicola Lemay looked rather calm, and 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, this world line will collapse sooner or later, and a thousand dead people are nothing. ”

"Don't put a hat on my head, make it look like I killed these people!" Hoffa scolded.

(Nicol Lemay shuts his shoulders and doesn't speak, fiddling himself in the pile of bottles and cans.) ）

Everything went wrong, and Hoffa wanted to rub his hair hard, but found that his hair was burned by the flames, and before he could grow it, he also became bald at this moment.

". ”

He kicked a pill bottle away, and his anger rose, Sylby is gray hair, he becomes gray hair, Sylby is bald, he becomes bald, why is that guy so ghostly?

The more he thought about him, the more unhappy he became, and he looked at Nicolame: "Ugly words ahead, although you saved me, but you want me to go back, I persuade you to die of this heart!"

"I'm not here to get you back. Nicol Lemay 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. ”

"Do you want to come again, old man, do I know you well?"

"It's not that kind of busyness, it's easy for you. Nicol Lemay turned his head sincerely: "I want to ask you to help resurrect Chloe." ”