The moment the broomstick and the Muggle fighter collided, time seemed to stand still.

In the blue-black night sky, brooms are broken and wood chips are flying. Hofa was lying in the sky with her arms forward, like Adam in the oil painting Genesis, and Aglaia's face was full of horror with her head down, her silver hair flying, and she also reached out and tried to hold Hofa, but the two were a little far away.

In the distance, a German BF-109 fighter jet made a 180-degree turn, spewing tongues of fire and vowing to kill the two weirdos it saw.

And under the two of them, there is a British Spitfire fighter like a whale going to sea.

In an instant, Hoffa activated the only activation state he could use, and his arm stretched out, narrowly grabbing Aglaia's arm.

He jumped away from the broomstick, which had been completely scrapped. The other hand snapped lightning into the Spitfire in flight.

Black nails pierced through the glass at the top of the cabin, and at Aglaia's frantic screams, Hoffa led her to grasp the upright plane, like a rock climber on a cliff.

The pilot in the British Spitfire was also dumbfounded.

He looked stunned at the young man in the sky on the top cabin of his plane, and what happened in front of him was completely beyond the worldview and outlook on life that he had accumulated for more than twenty years.

“hat hell......”

Bang bang bang!!

His momentary loss of consciousness was fatal.

The German pilot did not let go of his flaws, and the bullets in the air flew by like shining golden snakes.

The next second.

The distracted British pilot was directly beaten into a sieve by the German pilot in the distance, and his brain was full of brains, and blood rushed to Hoffa's face.

The plane lost control. Shot in multiple places, the whole thing flipped over. With this flip, Hoffa, who was originally as vertical as rock climbing, hung upside down in the sky, like a fitness athlete grasping the horizontal bar.

"What should I do?"

Among the various sounds, Aglaia's cry was inaudible. She was held in Hoffa's hands, nearly a thousand meters above her feet, and above her head were Muggle combat planes that had begun to smoke.

Hoffa glanced at Aglaia and let go of his hand. She fell down.

"Ahh!!h

The girl cried out in despair.

Descending half a meter, she stopped.

It turned out that Hoffa clamped her with his legs, and when she looked up, she saw Hoffa free both hands, one hand inserted into the plane booking buckle, his arm was bruised, and he slammed open the glass roof of the plane.

The pilot, who had been beaten into a sieve, rubbed the two of them like rag dolls, and fell downward under the influence of the earth's gravity.

At this moment, the planes had also broken through the clouds and were rapidly falling downward, and they had long since left the confines of England, with the choppy Atlantic Ocean below.

At this altitude and speed, there is no difference between hitting the Atlantic Ocean and hitting on concrete ground.

Extremely focused, Hoffa pulled the pop-open glass window and crawled into the plane, then jerked the plane's control stick.

The damaged aircraft was flipped 180 degrees, from belly up to belly down.

The tremendous mechanical force shook Hoffa and Aglaia to the ground.

Aglaia didn't dare to look at anything, she covered her eyes and bit her mouth tightly.

Even though every step was like walking a tightrope, Hoffa was surprisingly calm, the plane reversed, and he sat in the bloodied cabin under gravity, throwing Aglaia aside.

Aglaia looked behind her and saw that the German plane was still chasing behind her, and she screamed, "That man is still chasing us!"

Huo Fa said without looking back: "You are a wizard, come out with some skills!"

"So what to do!"

"Shield Charm!"

Hoffa stared at the densely packed operating panel in front of him, which he couldn't understand at all, grasped the joystick in his hand, and pulled it up sharply.

The plane was jerked up at a height of ten meters above the sea. Bullets crackled into the sea, splashing two rows of high water.

Given the prompt, Aglaia held up her shield with one hand, drew her wand with the other, and yelled at the plane behind her, "Smash it all!"

A blue light shot towards the BF-109.

The German pilot behind him didn't know what the blue light meant, but that didn't stop him from pulling the joystick, dodging the smashing spell and flying into the clouds high in the sky.

There was a roar.

Two planes went up and down.

Looking at the dangerous opponent that loomed in the dark oppressive sky, Aglaia asked Hoffa anxiously.

"Don't you fight back?"

Her voice was muffled in the wind.

"No, this plane is dying!"

Hofa pulled the joystick, and it was getting harder and harder to control the wrecked plane. It emitted black smoke and fire, swaying like a drunkard in the sky.

The colorful buttons on the operating surface plate were completely incomprehensible to Hoffa, and he gritted his teeth, looked at the faint coastline in the distance, and immediately made a decision in his heart. I can't swim myself, and fighting back now is undoubtedly self-defeating.

But in this position fell into the Atlantic, and I didn't know how to die.

The only thing he could do now was to get as close to shore as possible before the plane crashed.

But the other side did not give him much chance, and the German-style BF-109 dived again, and the M2 machine gun on the fighter spewed tongues of fire.

Hoffa jerked the joystick, and the British Spitfire rose diagonally into the air, trying to dodge the bullet.

But as a layman, where is he a professionally trained pilot's opponent, his escape route was instantly seen through by the other party, the German pilot's skillful machine gun activated the wing, and the tail of the Hofa plane was instantly smashed to pieces.

At this moment, the plane lost its balance and fell towards the sea. The burning belly had already touched the surface of the sea, and soon, the rough waves hit the propellers of the plane.

Hoffa stretched out his hand, the shield in his hand flickered a few times, like an old-fashioned TV screen with a poor signal, the effect of the forbidden potion had not yet passed.

Depend on!!

He withdrew his hand and pulled the lever tightly.

I don't know if it really worked or inertia, but the falling plane bounced unexpectedly, as if it was as light as a swallow in an instant, and rose back to a height of 15 feet, hitting the cyclone in the air head-on.

But this is only a moment of recollection.

After the last lift-off, the plane completely lost power, and the altitude gradually decreased.

Hoffa looked up at the German plane in the sky, he had no intention of landing at all. He didn't make any more strafing attacks, he just hung like a professional vulture, not far away, waiting for his opponent to perish.

Even from hundreds of meters in the sky, Hoffa could feel the coldness of the Muggle pilot inside the BF-109. Is it a shame among wizards that he didn't die at the hands of Sylby and was killed by an ordinary soldier......

The thought flashed through me.

The plane crashed into the Atlantic Ocean.

A wave more than one meter high hit you. Agripa screamed, and the burning plane tumbled into the sea.

It exploded.

Rumble!!

At the moment of the explosion, the light in Hoffa's eyes flashed. Thankfully, the effects of the Forbidden Potion have finally come to an end.

He regained the ability to use magic. A pair of huge wings spread out from his back, and he hugged Aglaia tightly, and the wings wrapped the two of them together.

Flames and the sea engulfed the two, and he held Aglaia in one hand and pinched his nose in the other, and fell down.

As the magic passed, Hoffa's wings hardened. Rao was so, he still felt countless pieces of iron piercing into his wings.

The water was not deep, and after ten meters of fall, he touched the seabed.

Bubbles are churning, the sound of water is dull, and the rumbling sound is whispering. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the propeller of the broken nose of the plane was stirred sideways like a meat grinder, and Hoffa's eyes widened as he slammed into the seabed, letting go of the terrible aftermath of the explosion.

The propeller hummed into the seabed, shaking up large sand grains.

......

......

In the air, seeing the scene of the explosion of the plane, the German pilot was relieved, he pulled up the plane and quickly and decisively disappeared into the air.

Ten seconds after the roar of the plane died down, the fire on the surface of the sea fainted.

At the bottom of the sea, the fire on the top gradually faded away. A few frightened cod swam past Hoffa's eyes, and he pinched his nose and looked at Aglaia, who had fallen into a coma, and spread his wings behind his back again.

He kicked the ground and flew upward.

Crash!

He broke through the water and emerged from the water with Aglaia in his arms.

The night was dark. He still had a faint glimpse of a black plane flying eastward, its light looming and fading. It was a German fighter.

He's gone.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, he was soaking wet, his clothes all clinging to his body. His mouth was full of salty and bitter water, and he spat vigorously and carried Aglaia's out of the sea.

The waves sparkled in the dark night, and the spray of the waves shattered by the hand was like mercury in ink.

The only thing to be thankful for is the dark coastline that can be seen in the distance.

He didn't know how to water, but fortunately the surface of the sea was very buoyant, and he flapped his wings vigorously to free himself from the sea.

With his wings vibrating, Hoffa slid from the sea to shore with a limp Aglaia.

As soon as he landed on the shore, he rolled to the ground exhausted, panting, and the wings behind his back, which were born from the deformation of the human body, quickly retracted and disappeared.

He looked at his magic watch, which had dropped by more than half, and then at the girl in his arms.

Aglaia probably choked on a lot of water, and was now convulsing.

Hoffa laid her flat on the ground and began to press her chest with both hands.

As soon as he pressed it, Aglaia spewed a water arrow from his mouth, and like Jenny Turtle, he sprayed Hoffa in the face.

Evil Spirit......

Hoffa touched the water on his face and pressed harder.

She squirted a few puffs and then stopped spraying. But she didn't wake up, and Hofa was afraid that she was seriously injured, so he lifted her clothes to see if she was hurt.

As soon as he lifted the clothes on his lower abdomen, revealing his white belly, a weak voice came faintly.

"I'm fine, what are you doing?"

Hoffa looked sideways, and Aglaia had woken up at this moment, a pair of big ghost-like blue eyes looking at him.

He was helpless, sat up straight and sighed: "I didn't do anything, I'm afraid you'll die." ”

Aglaia propped herself up on her elbows, looked at the sky, and then at Hoffa, and suddenly showed a look of excitement on her face: "We survived~!!"

retarded...... Hoffa didn't answer, his expression gradually faded. He had just consumed too much energy, and at this moment he had already entered the state of a sage with blank thinking.

......

Aglaia didn't know what to say in Balabala, and after talking for a long time, when she saw that the young man suddenly didn't move or say anything, she stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes, but found that he didn't even blink his eyes.

She nudged Hoffa a few times, but he remained motionless. It looks like a clay statue of a Bodhisattva.

"Weirdo ......"

She muttered and got up to look around. It was nearly nine o'clock, and the night was getting darker. It is a gray sandy beach with an unfamiliar bush forest in the background, scattered with thick dead branches and fallen leaves. They were thrown into this unknown land by chance, and they didn't even know the geographical location.

She shivered in the howling wind, so she went into the woods and began to collect firewood, and soon she was dragging a dozen pieces of firewood back to Hoffa and setting up a tripod.

She drew her wand: "Blazing." ”

The firewood was ignited instantly, and she took off her wet shoes, squeezed the sea water out of her socks, and then sat barefoot on the sand next to Hoffa, and began to squeeze the water from her hair.

The two of them faced the sea like this, looking at the deep blue starry sky on the surface of the sea. The sea breeze was gusting, the firelight was reflected on the faces of the two, and the surroundings were very quiet.

The campfire turns the surrounding temperature back, and gradually, the side effects of the Hoffa activation state disappear. It is like a thigh cramp, and the blood surges back after the soles of the feet are numb.

He flicked and regained his senses.

"How are you?"

Aglaia felt it, and she asked as she let go of her hair.

After returning to normal, Hoffa didn't have much of a good face:

"Please say it before you get drugged in the future, you know?"

"Yes, yes. ”

Aglaia waved her hand indifferently.

"Can you look like you're a little bit after the catastrophe. Hoffa was helpless: "Do you know how dangerous it was just now?"

"Hmm... It's dangerous. These Muggles are horrible enough to push us to this point. ”

Aglaia looked at the black sky, then at the rough sea, and suddenly grinned.

"But I think it's kind of interesting. ”

Hoffa sneered: "You weren't like this on the plane just now, you screamed like a ghost." ”

"I'm just ...... Ahh

Aglaia sneezed and interrupted the conversation.

She slammed her mouth twice and whispered, "It's much more fun than staying at home." ”

Hofa looked at Aglaia beside him, and seeing that she had no remorse at all, he couldn't help but sigh: "Okay, happy birthday." ”

Aglaia smirked, her right hand clenched into a fist in the air.

Hoffa also shook his left hand and touched her.

But that's not all, after the punch, she took the opportunity to pull Hofa.

"Trojan~"

She kissed him generously and loudly on the cheek.

Hofa was caught off guard and quickly retracted.

But Aglaia didn't say anything else, and she didn't feel embarrassed, it was as natural as breathing and drinking water.

After kissing her, she stood up and said heroically: "Let's go!

"Selling medicine?"

Hoffa touched the saliva on his face and wiped it on his pants. "Please, can you look around?"

Aglaia looked around, "What's wrong?"

Hoffa said lightly: "We are lost. ”