The sky was pouring rain, and the wind-blown trees were bent down, and the weaker ones were uprooted, and the air was filled with rubble and gravel.

The abandoned factory, a huge black shadow fell from the sky, it was wrapped in electricity, and slammed into the abandoned steel tank on the top, and the steel pierced out of the wings of its huge wings. Before it knew it, its huge legs and claws stepped on the heavy iron roof of the factory, and it was about to fly again.

At this moment, the factory building around it suddenly came to life, and the metal beams and drainage pipes automatically combined to form one huge magical structure after another, and those structures jumped on the ground, raised their arms made of metal pipes, and stepped forward to hold down the Thunderbird that was about to take off.

"Shhh

With a flash of thunder, the Thunderbird held its huge head high, its hair stood up like steel needles, the tip of its sharp beak spewed out puffs of smoke, and the narrow golden eyes as big as a person's head were full of chaos and unwillingness. Electricity flowed down its body, and it hunched its back towards the thunderclouds in the sky.

Click!

Accompanied by a bolt of lightning striking the Thunderbird.

The four wings on its back grew larger again, and at the same time, two more white bones pierced through the skin and pierced out, the bones were covered with strange magical patterns, and in the blink of an eye, they stretched to a length of ten meters, and blood-red muscle fibers quickly crawled all over the bones, and countless feathers grew densely on them.

Cha!!

Two nascent wings dug into the chest of the massive construct.

Boom!!

With a muffled thud, the hunched Thunderbird smashed away the magical constructs that bound it, reassembling them into a pile of waste parts, and then flapped its six wings in disregard, and the constructs that bound it were all scattered in an instant.

It's about to take off again.

"Boy!"

There was a roar from the ground, an old man standing in the rain and mud.

"Look at me!" the old man said hoarsely, "calm down!"

"Shhhhh

The giant thunderbird, which was tens of meters high, spread its wings to cover the sky and the sun, lowered its head, and the electric current fell from the sky like a spring, smashing on the invisible shield, turning into a denser energy overflow.

The old man stood in front of dozens of large six-winged birds, holding his wand high and holding his shield. The metal pipes that had been smashed into pieces were put back together to form one metal structure after another, and one by one they leaped forward and hugged the Thunderbird's back.

A man and a bird looked at each other for a moment.

"Sorry for the offense. ”

The old man said, waving his wand again.

The construct moved, and a glass tube as thick as a normal human arm was inserted into the Thunderbird's neck, and it let out a mournful cry and struggled, but its body inevitably shrunk.

Eventually, he reverted back to his human form and fell to the ground motionless.

In the distance, broomsticks flew rapidly through the dark clouds.

Someone crackled and apparitions appeared above and below the abandoned factory, surrounding the place where the battle was taking place.

In the midst of the rainstorm, the old man bent down, hugged the young man's back, and draped a black cloak over him, and then quickly vanished in place.

Hours later.

In an old house, the gray-haired old man turned on the gramophone, and the quiet piano music slowly flowed out of the turntable.

Eric Satie "Gymnopedies"

Hofa leaned back in his chair with a pale face, the ethereal music regained some of his senses to his blank mind, and he sat in his chair with his face against the window.

It was pouring rain outside the window, and the room next door was probably an omelette, sizzling, how long the gramophone had been playing music, and how many times it had been looping. Hoffa leaned against the window and looked into the distance, what was the old dog doing in the bicycle shed downstairs?

There was a clanging sound downstairs, and it didn't take long for the old man to tremble and open the bead curtain and come to him with a cup of hot cocoa: "I'm sorry, I didn't look for you in the first place." The effects of the tranquilizer will wear off after a while, so don't worry too much. ”

Hoffa didn't move, just squinted his eyes.

The old man in front of him had sparse hair, was wearing a gray robe, his eyebrows were very long, his face was wrinkled, and he looked like he was about to die, but only a pair of eyes were still bright.

He knew this guy well, because they had just met a week (fifty years) ago.

It's Nick Lemay.

Chloe's great-great-great-grandfather, he doesn't look the same as he did fifty years ago. After his emotions were out of control, he was the first to find himself in the chaos of the rainstorm, and not only was he not surprised by his youthful appearance, but he even took him to his residence without saying a word.

"Drink something, it's good for you. Nicol Lemay said, pushing the cup of hot cocoa in front of him.

Hoffa ignored him, just glanced at him and then withdrew his eyes.

Ignored, Nick Lemay pushed the glass away and sat down next to Hoffa. He looked at the void boy leaning against the glass, licked his lips, and was silent for a few moments before he said, "What's going on—I can probably guess some." ”

There was silence for a while: "I admire you very much, if I have to find one of all wizards to admire, then he must be you." ”

Hoffa still looked at the window, at the old dog in the rain in the bicycle shed, and said nothing.

Nicol Lemay: "Compared to you, most of us... In fact, in fact, they are all mediocre people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, they don't have a high realm, they can make more money if they can make more money, and if they can live a few more years, they will live a few more years. You don't have to vent your anger on them, people's joys and sorrows are not figured out. ”

The old dog in the rain in the bicycle shed stood up, shook his body, and walked away in the rain.

Hoffa closed his eyes: "If you have something to say, just say it." ”

Nicol Lemay: "Is that necklace still in your place? ”

Necklace...?

Hoffa opened his eyes and took out the beautiful necklace from his pocket, which appeared with him in the Ministry of Magic, and even at this time, he didn't want to give it to anyone.

"Give... Give it to me..."

Nicol Lemay held out his hand tremblingly.

Hoffa hesitated for a moment, but handed him the necklace.

Nicol Lemay picked up the necklace with tears in his eyes and cried: "Chloe... I'm sorry for you, we're home... Went home. ”

Things changed a little, Hoffa frowned, his inner depression and unwillingness were diluted a little, he looked at Nicol Lemay, and saw that he was old, crying like a child.

"What's that?"

"Oh, the Resurrection Stone, which I refined myself, an alchemical product made in imitation of the Resurrection Stone of the three Peverell brothers, for the preservation of human souls. ”

Hoffa's eyes widened, "So, Chloe isn't dead?"

"Not yet, but whether we die or not depends on our follow-up actions. The old man said cautiously while holding the necklace.

The only good news was for Hoffa to gradually recover from the tragedy of his own death, he narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table, "Wait, how do you know I'm going to come fifty years later." ”

The old man touched his tears: "I made a deal with Sylby Spencer, I helped hide Delfina's true identity, and I gave him the information of the arrow of time"

Rumble!!

The hot cocoa on the table crumbled on the floor and spilled on the floor. The effect of the tranquilizer was swept away in anger, and Hoffa smashed the table with one palm, grabbed the thin old man's collar and pressed him against the wall, and said in disbelief: "I'll give you three seconds to explain!"

Nicol Lemay was taken aback by his sudden movements, and subconsciously grabbed his arm: "His goal from the beginning was you, never someone else, he said, as long as I can lock you up, I will give my granddaughter a way out"

"You're not going to refuse Fatil?" Hoffa roared, his palms getting harder and harder, "You're not going to reject Sylbie?"

"You think everybody is like you... Can you fight?" the old man said hoarsely under his palm, "I'm just... An elderly alchemist... Born in troubled times... I'm not Fatil at all... Drazes' opponents... What's more... It's not the kind of Dark Lord who is the opponent!"

"You old bastard! I haven't seen you before! You're going to count me!" Hoffa gritted his teeth and grabbed his neck, the veins on his head jumping.

"I can't help it!" Nicol Lemay said hoarsely, pressed against the wall, "There are many things I can't tell you, the only thing I can tell you is that if Fatil's plan is realized, I can't save anyone fifty years ago, and at that time I hadn't developed any means of resurrection."

He coughed violently, and Hoffa violently loosened Nicol Lemay's collar, pushed him to the ground, and said hatefully: "Okay, the purpose has been accomplished, I have sent your granddaughter back, not only to England, but also to England fifty years later." ”

After saying that, he kicked away Lemay, who was lying on the ground coughing, and walked out with his feet up.

"Wait a minute!" said Nicol Lemay and grabbed his trouser leg on the ground.

"What else do you want to do?" said Hoffa, turning his head to look at him condescendingly.

"Ahem, ahem..... You..... You have to go back. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Fifty years ago. ”

"Why?"

"You don't know," Nicol Lemay slammed his hand on the ground, "you don't know what kind of horror and what kind of monster was born in that era! Only you can stop this.

"Everything you see in our world now is based on your return. If you don't go back, nothing will exist. The rule of law, the state, the economy, order, stability, and even the entire space-time will collapse"

"Oh, what if I don't want to go back?" said Hoffa, tilting his head.

Nicol Lemay shuddered, a little surprised: "You... You're not going back?"

Hoffa didn't answer and walked out.

Nicol Lemay crawled to his feet and grabbed him again, but was pushed to the ground by Hoffa mercilessly. He threw himself back in frustration, grabbed him by the waist of his pants and shouted, "You can't do this, you have to go back, or else... Otherwise, the world...."

Hoffa squatted down, pulled his palm away from the waistband of his pants, and stared coldly into his eyes: "So in order to send your granddaughter home, I personally ran to fifty years later, and then in order to save the world, I ran to fifty years ago, and by the way, I saw myself collapse with one shot, so as to achieve all the things I saw, this prosperous beauty?"

Nicol Lemay looked at him blankly, only to see the young man in front of him grinning a mouthful of white teeth: "What are you to me, tool man?"

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