He reached out and slowly tore Chloe's scarred face.

Under the mask is a surprisingly delicate face, about the same size as himself. Her pale skin was taut on her cheekbones, her eyes were large, lilac, buried deep in the empty sockets, her lips were bloodless, and the muscles on her sides twitched incessantly, so wilted.

Still, Hoffa found that behind her self-pressed pain, there were still traces of her healthy life in the girl's body—she should have had a goose-egg face, fair skin, soft lips, and long, soft burgundy hair.

"What did you do to her, did you poison her?"

Hoffa asked through the door.

"Poisoned? no, no, no. She forgot to take her medicine, we helped her bring it over, and that's it. ”

Colonel SS continued:

"I know you, Mr. Bach, and I also respect your teacher, Sage Grindelwald. So I won't talk nonsense, I advise you to leave her early. Otherwise, when her magic power goes berserk, the consequences are not something you can bear. ”

The name ignited Hoffa, who was checking on Chloe, and he took several deep breaths before he could barely suppress the hatred in his heart.

He sneered softly, "Can I withstand the magic rampage, do I need a Muggle of you to remind me?"

There was silence outside the door for two seconds, and the colonel also smiled:

"I've seen a lot of arrogant wizards, and most of them died miserably. ”

Hoffa: "Then I must be one of the few people who can live well. ”

"Then we'll see, don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

After calmly speaking, the colonel of the SS said no more to Hofa.

But at the same time, a large number of soldiers surrounded the back kitchen of the hotel, and milky white smoke seeped in through the cracks in the door. The smell of bitter almonds fills the air.

gas

Hoffa's face changed, he covered his nose violently, and then rushed to Chloe's side in three steps and two steps, covering her nose as well.

The situation took a turn for the worse, he didn't expect these people to use poison gas, if he stayed in this empty house, he would have to be poisoned and comatose if he didn't die.

"Is there anything you can do?"

Hoffa asked tentatively.

Smack!

Chloe grabbed Hoffa's wrist and looked up.

I saw that her original black eyes had turned pure white at the moment, like cataracts, those white eyes were dazed and helpless, but they were very weird, Hoffa's heart inexplicably stagnated slightly, and he seemed to have returned to the position of standing by the door and negotiating with Colonel SS.

But the illusion lasted less than a fraction of a second, waiting for Hoffa to come to his senses. He returned to Chloe, pinching her nose.

"Get away from me. ”

Chloe said, "Phantom Shifter away from me. ”

The apparition shifts, Hoffa gritted his teeth, he would have liked to, but he wouldn't.

"Stay away from me"

Chloe repeated, her voice getting lower and lower: "Don't get involved"

"What did you say?"

Hoffa didn't hear clearly, he wanted to get closer and hear clearly.

However, Chloe didn't answer, her eyes widened, her mouth wide open, and an unknown liquid that shimmered fluorescently rolled out of her pale eyes, as thick as blood.

With the silvery liquid dripping to the ground. At this moment, the magic fluctuations in the room reached their peak.

Tick.

Drifting smoke, fluttering hair, twisted muscles.

Everything stopped.

It was a strange feeling that Hoffa had never experienced, and the magic of the other party contained the power of some kind of law, and there was no room for resistance.

Syllable!

As if someone was pulling him from behind, he jerked backwards and flew backwards at a rapid pace. Blurry colors and shapes flashed from the side, his eardrums swelled, and he wanted to scream, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

He walked through a distorted film of light, flickering on either side of shattered images of castles, black lakes, centaurs leaping through the woods, ptarmigans walking through the sky, and later, Hoffa even saw a shiny silver hair. His heart was like a knife, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the blurred figure.

But the image lasted less than a fraction of a second, and then he felt his feet touch the solid ground, and everything became clear again, and he stopped spinning and shuttling, and fell heavily to the ground.

Bang!!

The world is spinning.

The ground was cold, and it was a tile with no temperature. Chloe was still wheezing and leaning against the corner, looking like nothing had happened.

But the smell of onions in the air is extremely confusing.

Little by little, the sound reached his eardrums, and his ears returned to work, and it was the sound of laughter. There is also the sound of a spatula and an iron pot colliding.

"Table Three, bacon cheese rolls. ”

"Table four, a potato salad. ”

"Hurry up and throw the garbage at the door!"

Hoffa was agitated, stood up abruptly, and groped around his body. After touching it for a long time, there were no fewer parts and no more organs.

In front of me is the back kitchen of the old-fashioned restaurant, but now this back is bustling with more than a dozen chefs and service voices, a busy and crowded atmosphere of life.

At this moment, an apprentice carrying a black bag about to take out the garbage passed by Hoffa, saw him standing at the kitchen door, and shouted, "Who are you, don't trespass in the kitchen!"

With that, he put his hand on the doorknob.

(The bullet holes on the door that were punched by the ** officer are also missing.) ）

Hoffa was agitated, and subconsciously blurted out: "Don't open the door!"

"Don't open the door?" the apprentice rolled his nostrils.

"If you don't open the door, you can eat the garbage! Go and go, don't get in the way of my work." ”

After saying that, he impatiently pushed Hoffa away, decisively and casually twisted the door open, and went out to take out the garbage.

Nothing happened.

Outside is the back alley of the empty and dirty restaurant, only rows and rows of green-skinned garbage cans, no teams of soldiers, no SS colonels, and no ** black witches, the back kitchen of the hotel is just the back kitchen of the hotel.

"They're gone?"

Hoffa looked back and wondered.

The pale-faced Chloe leaned against the corner, shivering, without a trace of blood on her face, and when she heard Hoffa call herself, she turned a deaf ear, and she didn't mean to be happy at all, just slumped against the wall, silent like an addict after withdrawal, and like an infatuated woman who was dumped by a scumbag.

Hoffa tentatively walked up to her, cautiously looked at her with the eyes of a monster, and when he was sure there was no danger, he touched the other's forehead.

The cold is scary.

The surging and strange magic fluctuations just now had disappeared, and Chloe could not detect the slightest magic fluctuation on her body now, like a Muggle.

"How are you, can you still go?"

The other party did not move.

Although Hoffa didn't know what was going on, he instinctively felt a little sympathy for the girl in front of him who looked like a wasted girl.

Coupled with the fear that those ** wizards would go and return, he took Chloe's arm, put her on his body, limped out of the back kitchen of the restaurant, and came to the streets of Paris.

The streets of Paris are still bustling with people, cars are flowing, and the Eiffel Tower stands in the distance in the sunset, and the leaves are lit up by the setting sun. Flocks of birds hovering in the sky perched on the walkways, swaying vines, and suspension bridges like homecoming wanderers, chirping everywhere and peacefully.

Standing on the street and watching the sunset, the faint sense of strangeness in Hoffa's heart became stronger, when they were locked in the room just now, it was almost noon, but now, the time was close to dusk.

Could it be that he was in a coma for more than three hours?

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't have a clue.

I can only carry Chloe on.

Passing by a newsstand, he heard a few Muggles chatting worriedly on the side of the road.

"There are three families of Jews in our community who were arrested yesterday. ”

"You're not a Jew, what's your business?"

"But they're all my neighbors, I can't bear it."

"Thinking too much, German soldiers all over the streets, what else do you want to do?"

The Jews were arrested, and Hoffa subconsciously turned his head to look at the newsstand.

Sure enough, the newspapers carried several large texts ——— that the Jewish inhabitants of Paris would be moved to a fixed gathering point by the 29th.

Hoffa stared at the typesetting for a few seconds, then picked up the newspaper and read the news, which was roughly about some specific policies of the persecution of Jews in France under German control.

Originally, he had heard this news on the radio a long time ago, but when he looked at it, Hoffa's hair suddenly stood upside down, and goosebumps fell to the ground.

After reading the newspaper, he began to quickly check the newsstand, and after a long time, he probed and asked the owner of the newsstand.

"Excuse me, is this the latest newspaper today?"

"What day is the newspaper not the newest newspaper?"

The boss of Baoting smoked a cigarette and said lazily with his legs on the table.

"What about the September 1st newspaper?"

Hoffa asked.

The newsstand owner poked his head out of the back of an adult magazine in surprise: "What September 1st?"

"The newspaper of September 1st, the newspaper of today. ”

Hoffa emphasized.

The newsstand owner spat out the smoke ring: "Are you insane, do you want to buy it?"

Hoffa put down the newspaper and shook his head.

"Then don't interfere with my business here, I will get the September 1st newspaper on the 28th. “

After saying that, he took out a feather duster and waved it a few times in annoyance. "Go, go, go. ”

Dodging the feather duster, Hoffa was in no mood to be in the same way as passers-by at the moment, and he dragged Chloe back a few steps in a trance, leaning back on a bench on the street.

No, no, no, it's already September 1 today, and I didn't go to school because of this time, I sighed a little, how could it be August 28.

He couldn't stay calm anymore, and patted Chloe's face vigorously: "What's going on?"

Chloe, who was slapped in the face, shook her head and opened her eyes, looking angry and weak.

But now Hoffa didn't care much, and grabbed her shoulders and shook it vigorously.

"Who the hell are you, and where are we?"

"Don't Shake Don't Shake"

Chloe clutched her head and whispered.

Hoffa let go of her hand, and it took a while for Chloe to regain a little of her strength, she looked at her watch, sighed, and then said hoarsely, "Backwards"

"What are you talking about?"

"Go back in time, we are now two days ago. ”