Looking at the hair that had become a little thinning on the head, the pink lip prints left by the tender model on the elderly face. Those golden eyes that were exactly the same as themselves.

Hoffa was stunned at first, then top-heavy.

"I ......!?"

The left arm crystallizes quickly, faster than ever. Ignoring the surprise and pain, he pounced on him and grabbed the old man's face as if he wanted to rip it off.

The old man was not surprised, but smiled and pushed him away with one hand, put on his sunglasses again, and activated the Lamborghini.

Hoffa sat paralyzed in the co-pilot, his chest rising and falling violently, and a thousand words came to his heart, but he couldn't say a word for a long time. He wasn't stupid, and the moment he saw those eyes, he immediately thought of countless possibilities.

Didn't die himself.

I went back in time.

I lived to be in my sixties and bought a luxury car.

Yourself even ..... He jerked his head up into the rearview mirror, and the woman was long gone.

"That's... That... Who's that!?"

Hoffa's voice actually became a little trembling, "Is that my daughter?"

The old man glanced at him and raised his eyebrows, "Daughter, you think too much, I don't have the kind of daughter who sees money, just a little girl who is greedy for money." ”

"I ......!?"

Hoffa didn't know what to say, and after making sure that the guy in front of him was himself fifty years later, he temporarily let go of his fear of death and replaced it with a black question mark.

"I know you have a lot to ask, but now is not the time. ”

The old man smiled and patted him on the back: "Let's eat something first." ”

With a final roar, the wide Lamborghini drove into an alley, then turned a few more corners before finally coming to a stop in the square in the middle of a complex.

The square is surrounded by a number of villas with sloped roofs, the overall appearance is gray and blue, it looks very elegant, there is a small lawn and garden downstairs, the entrance of the square directly faces the street, there is a row of iron fences on it, it looks like a rather upscale community.

After parking the car, the old man turned the car keys and got down, and he did not have the demeanor of a successful man as he imagined, and after leaving the car, he looked very ordinary.

Hoffa followed behind his elderly self, looking at his sparse gray hair, and couldn't help but touch his thick hair.

Damn, will he lose his hair one day? He secretly annoyed, can't he take care of his hair if he has the money to buy a sports car?

In the distance, a few middle-aged people holding Labradors came to look like their future neighbors, they greeted themselves with smiles and smiles, and the old man himself replied to them with a smile, looking like friendly citizens.

"Mr. Bach is back. ”

"Yes, good evening, Mr. Habes. ”

"Are you coming back from grocery shopping?"

"Hehe, no, I'll pick up my son and stay for two days. ”

After speaking, the old man unceremoniously pulled the young Hoffa and hugged his back with some evil taste: "How is it, is my son very handsome?"

"Ah, Mr. Bach's son, this is the first time I've seen him. ”

The old man was amazed and completely ignored the dirty hole in Hoffa's body: "The young man is very energetic. ”

The muscles on Hoffa's face twitched, and he was held by his old man, and he endured the pain of the erosion of the time flare, and he didn't say a word.

But the doubts in my heart popped up one after another, what happened in the past 50 years, how did I go back, what happened to Sylby in the end? Where are those familiar people now? Most importantly, I may have less than half a day left in my life, and how did I survive after half a day?

There are many doubts, but I don't know how to speak. The elderly Hoffa took him to the front of a video store, and when he entered, he hung a sign that read "Close Today".

There are lots and lots of vintage vinyl records in the store, as well as cassette tapes. There are a lot of movie posters and promotional images of the band on the walls, characters like Michael Jackson and Freddy Mercury, and the store is very modern, and he knows the road with a lot of cars, so he is undoubtedly the owner of the store.

Hoffa had 10,000 words in his heart that he wanted to vomit, and after holding it for a long time, he asked:

"You bought a Lamborghini from a video store?"

"You're not confident in yourself?"

Elderly Hoffa smiled slightly, as if he had seen through his subtext.

"Less. Hoffa frowned, "You're sure you know a lot about what happened next, quick, tell me how to get back." ”

"I'm a hobby. The old Hoffa smiled and said, "Come, I'll show you my other property." ”

So he walked through the video store to the back door and pushed open another door. When they came to their lodgings, there was a small red rectangular wooden table surrounded by six upholstered hardwood chairs, which old Hoffa pushed away and knocked bricks in front of the fireplace in his dwelling.

The walls deformed and opened to both sides. At the same time, the clothes on his body changed from a simple white T to a plain brown wizard's robe.

Walking through a stone hallway, sunlight poured through the transparent blinds, causing young Hoffa to raise his hand to cover his eyes.

The air is filled with the scent of herbs, and behind rows of glass vitrines are bundles of herbs, including mint, wild garlic, thyme, yarrow, rush grass, paramo, king's leaf grass, hoof-shaped car, tansy, laurel, etc. In the corner, there are rows of copper jars filled with potion ingredients such as bat spleens and eel eyes.

Wizards in wizard hats fumbled behind the counter, and several young wizards sat behind the counter with small brass scales in front of them, some haggling with customers, some waving wands and bandaging their goods.

The picture is in stark contrast to the modern video store just now, it is completely two worlds, and the elderly self opened a video store at the same time, but also opened a potion shop in Diagon Alley across the wall.

"Boss. ”

"Boss. ”

Seeing the old man Hoffa coming, the wizards behind the counter stood up and greeted him respectfully.

"You guys go back today. ”

The old man Hoffa smiled gently: "I want to take care of the guests, they may not be open these days, you give yourself a few days off first." ”

"Uhh ”

"Wait for the notice, and then I'll send the owl to you. ”

The elder Hoffa took out a sign from the side that was temporarily closed and handed it to his wizard: "Go, get ready, I'm closing today." ”

When the wizards were instructed, they began to pack up their belongings, take away the day's garbage, apologize to the customers, and then close the door and leave the potions shop.

After everyone left, the old Hoffa turned to look at the young Hoffa and said with a smile: "Look, isn't this life leisurely, usually selling potions and listening to Muggle music......

"By the way, a woman fifty years younger than you?"

Hoffa asked, squinting.

The old man pouted: "Are you scolding yourself?"

Hoffa stared at him, "I don't think I'm that bad. ”

"Young, ......"

The old man in front of him looked a little angry, and said lazily: "Anyway, you have to go through what I have experienced, and you will become my appearance sooner or later." ”

After speaking, he patted Hoffa on the shoulder, "Go, go upstairs, wash yourself, don't get dirty." ”

"Huh!?"

Hoffa raised his hands that were completely transparent, "You're still letting me take a shower at this time?"

"What's the panic?"

The old man smiled slightly, "It's just a flare of time, don't I stand here well, what can happen, go." ”

......

An hour later, in the bathtub, Hoffa hugged his knees, and the water ran down his body, washing away all the blood from his body. But at the same time, a lot of transparent fragments fell off his body.

I don't know if fifty years was too long or because he was too close to his other self, this time the time flare was more ferocious than it had been in Paris fifty years earlier.

He couldn't help but think of Chloe, who had killed her by his own negligence, and Sylbie, whose ambitions had been revealed, and who had banished himself fifty years later, fifty years, given fifty years to that kind of person, what kind of "earth-shattering" thing could he do?

Can it be remedied?

He looked at himself in the mirror, who was only half a shoulder, and felt that there was a Tarzan pressing on him.

But then I thought of the old man Huo Fa's indifferent face and sworn appearance. He was a little puzzled, could it be that after fifty years, he was already so strong that he could heal the law wounds on his body?

He wasn't sure, maybe he could.

After taking a shower, a set of clothes had been prepared outside the house, and they were placed in the corridor at random, Hoffa picked up his clothes and took a look, it was his favorite simple casual suit, and I have to say that only I know myself.

When I went downstairs, there was a faint sound of chopping vegetables in the house.

If you look closely, it turns out that the elderly Hoffa is wearing an apron and cutting vegetables in the kitchen, he is quick with his knife and his expression is focused, and the board is piled up with cabbage, mutton, potatoes, peas, white radish, lettuce, turnips and other ingredients, and rosemary, basil, cumin, oil and other things. The stainless steel pot on the stove was boiling.

Seeing him like this, Huo Fa was angry, he was really going to die, and he still had time to cook.

Some young Hoffa, who couldn't stand it, walked to the kitchen door and asked coldly, "If I died on this plane, then you wouldn't exist." ”

"Hmm. ”

Old Hoffa said calmly, took out a bottle of ice cola from the refrigerator and handed it to him: "Go sit down for a while, I have prepared three dishes, and it will be ready immediately." ”

Looking at the Coke hanging in mid-air, young Hoffa was convinced, he took the Coke with his hand, and sat on the chair.

Since old Hoffa was not in a hurry, it was useless to be in a hurry, and out of curiosity, he wandered around his future room to see what he had done in the past fifty years.

The house is not very big, compared to the exaggerated Lamborghini, and the two exquisite storefronts outside, this place is very ordinary, smaller than Miranda's home, only two floors of bachelor apartments. The interior decoration is also very ordinary, with the only decorations being blue porcelain vases, typical of Ravenclaw's cool style.

Around the corner of the hallway, he heard the chirping of birds.

It turned out to be a flock of pigeons perched under the eaves, and now it was getting late, and they were hovering and falling from the sky one after another, squatting in a few cages hanging under the eaves, staring intently at the corners.

Hoffa followed their eyes and saw a sack of corn next to his hand.

"Can I feed them?" he shouted into the house.

"Don't overfeed. Old Hoffa, who was in the house, replied, "They all came back from the square, and they ate a lot during the day." I usually feed them before I go to bed. ”

Young Hoffa hesitated, but did not feed the cooing and bulging pigeons, but on the contrary, he glared at them, and said fiercely: "Look, I am not your master!"

A few pigeons pulled a few bubbles of white, and the cry was even more joyful.

Hoffa snorted and turned to leave.

Coming around in circles, he found nothing in this room that had no relevance to his past. There were no photos of friends, no letters exchanged with other people, but I saw a lot of wine bottles neatly lined up. It made him shudder.

Why nothing?

What about their friends, where have they gone...?Will the fate of the future change, is there still Harry Potter in this world?

With this in mind, he looked more closely.

When he walked to the fireplace, a pale blue cushion was placed on the stone fireplace, and a wooden stick was quietly placed on the cushion. The moment he saw the stick, Hoffa's only remaining eye instantly brightened.

That's your own wand!