Seeing the gray wand resting on the fireplace, the slightly rough, knotted wand, Hoffa's tears almost didn't flow.

His wand, which had been absent for more than four years, and which had been taken away by the half-human king Sylby, was now lying peacefully in front of him.

"Dude..."

The Coke bottle fell to the ground, and he reached out with a trembling hand and grabbed the wand on the fireplace.

However, something puzzling happened.

When he touched the wand, he didn't have the same sense of blood as he used to use his wand. You can't morph it or cast spells with it. It was as if what he was holding in his hand at the moment was nothing more than an ordinary twig.

After a few swings out of thin air, the joy of reunion was replaced by confusion.

He turned his wand upside down and looked at it a few times, and there was no doubt that it was his wand, the half-finished wand that the old man had sold to him when you were at Ollivander's. At its tail, there is also a deep notch, which is a square font, [seal]

It's just that it's probably fifty years too long, and the word has faded from the red paint it once had and turned into an ordinary nick.

"This is my wand. ”

Hoffa shouted back.

"Yes. ”

Old Hoffa, who was cooking in the kitchen, replied.

"Why can't it be used?"

Hoffa then shouted.

There was no answer, and there was only the quiet sound of the fire turning off in the kitchen.

Hoffa put down his wand and went to the kitchen: "You defeated him, otherwise how would you take the wand back?"

"Don't ask, you'll know. ”

Old Hoffa said calmly, put a handful of chopped green onions into the iron pot, and then brought the iron pot to the table, and said gently: "Hungry, let's eat first." ”

Watching him slowly bring three dishes and one soup to the table and take off his apron, young Hoffa gritted his teeth and sat down.

The dish is very simple, a sweet and sour pork ribs, a lamb and radish soup, and a bowl of stir-fried vegetable salad and several pickles.

????“ Come, taste. Old Hoffa pointed to the sweet and sour ribs on his left.

???? Young Hoffa was still a little dazed, but he didn't refuse, picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of ribs, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.

???? The sweetness and sourness of the sugar coating and the strong aroma of the gravy permeated at the same time, making him subconsciously chew and eat the ribs in three or two clicks. At this moment, he even forgot about the threat of death.

????“ Try the soup. Old Hoffa kindly served him a bowl of mutton soup. The thick soup is sprinkled with a few green green onions, which makes people saliva secrete when they smell it.

Young Hoffa's eyes were a little more expectant, and he took the bowl, carefully pinched a piece of mutton, and put it in his mouth.

It's so badly stewed that it feels like it's about to melt as soon as you eat it, and the real aroma of meat explodes, and the wonderful juice flows sideways and fills the mouth. Coupled with the fragrance of radish and the deliciousness of onions, it is impossible to describe in words.

He shuddered, this was real Chinese food, and it was the first time he had eaten such authentic oriental food after being in this world for so long. I have to say that the old man is very particular about his cooking skills.

In the light of the food, he temporarily forgot the threat of the spread of the time flare, and quietly enjoyed this wonderful first meal from fifty years later.

When he was eating, old Hoffa sat beside him, silently helping him to serve soup and rice, and occasionally eating a few bites by himself, tacitly like a father and son who had been separated for many years.

Outside, the 1994 sunset was quiet, soft and warm, with no air raid sirens, no tanks rumbling by, no planes streaking across the sky. Only pigeons chatting on the eaves, and a few neighbors leading dogs downstairs talking, mostly related to the weather and their children's studies.

Inside, after the two finished eating in silence, old Hoffa got up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

And after young Hoffa had filled his stomach, worries came back to his mind. It was the most satisfying meal he'd had in years, and if it weren't for the sword of Damocles hanging high, maybe he would have given him a thumbs up and praised his future cooking.

But now, he really has too many doubts, and he is looking forward to his old self to explain it to him.

Finally, after washing the dishes and chopsticks, old Hoffa returned to the table.

Young Hoffa immediately straightened up, "Can we talk?"

As if he had a heart, the old man raised his hand, and he said with a smile: "Don't talk yet, I'll ask you a few words first." ”

"What are you asking?"

"Stay here. The gray-haired old man in front of him smiled and said, "I'll be your father." ”

"Huh!?"

Hoffa was stunned by the old thing's sudden words.

"It's been more than 60 years, I've experienced everything, but I don't have an heir, and no one has ever called me dad, which is a big regret in my life, do you want to call it?"

"Damn, can you get down to business?" Hofa sighed, looking at his smiling old face, feeling helpless, it's time for him to joke.

"Don't mind. Old Hoffa spread his hands a little aggrieved: "You see, we have the same blood in our bodies, we have the same surname, the only difference is that I am fifty years older than you, what's wrong with calling Dad?"

"Neurotic!"

Hoffa resisted his displeasure and scolded in the mildest words he could find.

However, old Hoffa in front of him took out a pure gold key from his pocket and said with a smile: "I have a deposit worth more than three million gold gallons in Gringotts, waiting for someone to inherit it." ”

Hoffa immediately squeezed out a smile: "Dad." ”

"Hahaha!"

He laughed out loud in his old age.

Young Hoffa couldn't help but laugh too, and after laughing for a second, his face turned gray and he sighed: "Enough is the joke." ”

He ripped open the clothes on his chest, and saw that his chest was almost invisible from below the collarbone. He could only see a strangely shaped heart throbbing in the transparent chest, and he rubbed his palm, countless crystal debris floating down from his palm.

"It's all like this, just say, how can I live?"

Old Hoffa put away the golden key and straightened his hair indifferently: "Actually, I have studied the power of time, and there is only one case for time flares to appear, unprotected time travel. ”

"What do you mean by unprotected time travel?"

"Time is like a rushing train, and everyone has a predetermined seat on this train. Someone is in the front, someone is in the middle of the car, someone is in the rear, and if you are strong enough, you can move around the cabin. But you can't be at the front and the rear at the same time.

There are two Hoffa Bach in this plane now, but we are not Chloe, and we do not have her magical blood of law, so it is impossible for two selves to exist at the same time. So the time flare will appear, which is a manifestation of extreme uncertainty, there is too much chaotic future in you, and the laws of this world do not allow so much uncertainty. ”

Hoffa thought for a moment and frowned, "Why can't Harry and I can't?"

"Harry and Hermione have the Ministry of Magic's space-time converter, which is also a protective machine, like an oxygen tank in the deep sea. ”

"Do you have a time turner?"

"No, that thing is too weak to resist the power of the law for fifty years. ”

"What's the solution?"

"It's simple. ”

Old Hoffa took out a Citibank bank card from his trouser pocket and put it in the palm of Young Hoffa's hand: "The password is 19940724, which is today's date." ”

"Why are you giving me money. ”

Hoffa looked at him blankly and sluggishly: "I'm going to die." ”

The old Hoffa gently grasped his hand, leaned his head over, and said in a very low voice in his ear: "You must remember my words, people do not die when they can, but die when they deserve to die." ”

With that, he slowly stepped back and sat down in his chair.

Young Hoffa stared blankly at each other.

The rays of the setting sun shine through the windows on his old man's face, adding a bit of mystery to his old face.

I saw that the old man in front of him calmly sorted out his white T-shirt, sat upright on the chair, and then pulled out a silver revolver from his jeans pocket.

He smiled, even looked at his younger self with some wicked amusement, and shoved the silver revolver into his mouth.

"Hey ......"

"Hey!!"

A terrible premonition came to him, and Hofa's eyes widened suddenly, and he jumped out of his chair and reached for his gun.

Accompanied by a crisp gunshot, which was not too small or small.

Bang!!

The outstretched Hoffa petrified on the spot.

Outside, as the sun set, several neighbors finished chatting, they smiled and waved to each other, and walked leisurely to the house with the dogs. The pigeons in the yard are still chirping, waiting for their owners to feed.

Inside, the clock on the wall ticks.

A few drops of flying blood slowly fell from the gray-haired boy's face, his eyes widened, and his face was as white as a sculpture.

Sixteen hundred kilometers away, Newmondard, Austria.

The crow perched on top of the tower, and a red moon encroached upon by dark clouds hung in the sky. In the room at the top of the tower, which had been sealed for a long time, a thin figure woke up suddenly.