Bang!!

With that gunshot.

Those warm, warm daily routines are gone, and the cold fate pulls out its sharp fangs.

The bullet seemed to pierce the young Hoffa's brain at the same time, shattering all the education, teaching, and life he had experienced in the past, leaving only a void.

Looking at the blood pouring out in front of him, the brains hanging from the back of the chair, the bone fragments sprayed on the wall, the palms hanging under the chair, the face with a faint smile. It seems that fate has made the greatest mockery of him.

"Huh..... Huh.....??"

The great uncertainty of the unknown and the great inevitability overwhelmed him at the same time, and under the effect of the emotional compensation mechanism, he actually laughed, convulsive, difficult, and purposeless.

"Huh..... Ha ....."

He held out his hand tremblingly, trying to wake up the smiling old man and tell him not to joke with him. But all he touched was a corpse that was gradually losing its temperature.

"Ahh

After making sure that his old self was really dead, he held his head, his fingers were deep in the roots of his hair, and let out an unbelievable scream, and the homing chaffinch, which was several hundred meters away, scattered in all directions.

He retreated, embarrassed, and rushed out, the revolving glass door of the video store slammed shut after he left, and the sign that closed today flew into the air, and several neighbors who were talking and laughing and laughing and holding baguettes and vegetables were directly knocked down by him who was running wildly, and complained angrily.

Hoffa fled in horror and aimlessly, not even knowing what to flee from and where to go, feeling that no matter what he did, he would not be able to escape from this terrible fate.

He could only run forward, and he didn't dare to look back, as if he could see the smiling self, the guy who was lying on the chair with blank eyes.

That old bastard!!

Damn it!

Damn it!!

The scenery around him quickly retreated, I don't know how long he ran, I don't know how far he ran, how many turns he turned, he hit the wall, stopped on the bank of a strange stone river, trembling, his body pale.

He slumped on the riverside chair, looking at his palm, intact, the time flare had disappeared, the logical chain that maintained his existence no longer disintegrated, even a fool could figure out the reason, there were no two more of him in this time and space.

But at this moment, his mental state could not be worse, and on July 24, 1994, he died of suicide. If man's destiny is a closed loop, then is this day his own death?

Indeed, reason told him that all people would die. Even in the most exaggerated fantasies, the so-called Creation God, Da Luo Jin Immortal, Primordial Dao Ancestor, will die in the long river of time. That immortality is nothing but a fool's fantasy to fight against one's own cowardice and fear in the face of death.

But then again, who isn't afraid?

What's even more terrifying is that although there are still 50 years to live, if you can't escape the end of suicide no matter what you do, what is the point of hard work?

Think of the empty house, the pompous Lamborghini.

At this moment, he felt the ultimate powerlessness, and there was an indescribable amusement. The humor that is black to the bone must be the biggest joke that God has ever played with himself.

He wanted someone to talk to about the impermanence of the world, about the fate of the fuck, about the madness and extremes of life, and about his emotions that he couldn't put into words.

But he found that there was no one around him to talk to.

He wasn't in his own plane, he wasn't in that familiar world. In fact, he felt that even if he was there, he would not find a suitable person to talk to.

Who wants to believe what they've been through?

Who can understand this complex and absurd emotion?

The world is so big that there may not be a second person who has suffered a similar experience to himself.

The huge unbelievable turned into humiliation and unwillingness, it was the humiliation of being played, he raised his head to look at the sky, and bit his fist tightly, his chest rising and falling violently.

"Honey, do you love me?"

"Of course, you little fool, I not only loved in the past, but I love it now, and I will love it in the future. ”

"How long has it been love?" the woman asked coquettishly.

"For a lifetime. ”

"Hmph, nasty. ”

"It's so annoying, baby. ”

"Don't you love in the next life?"

It was late at night, there were many benches by the river, some couples sat on the benches and kissed, and the whispers of you and me were full of heads, and it was very romantic.

Hoffa, who had almost bitten off his palm, lowered his head and turned his head in disbelief, the romance of others ignited the emotions in his chest like dynamite, it was a huge injustice, an incomparable injustice!

At this moment, the death of his lover, the forced crossing, the death of the nun, the death of Fatil, and other new and old hatreds came to his heart, and he could no longer restrain himself.

"Why me!?"

Rumble!!

With a loud bang, his arm transformed into a blood-colored wing more than ten meters long, and swept it heavily.

It's like an angry child kicking the bricks that he has so fortunately piled up. Those romantic, gentle, calm, whispering couples were directly swept away by the sudden disaster, flying and circling into the river, screaming again and again.

"I, why does it have to be me!?"

He raised his head and roared, everything in all directions was like a huge prison, obviously extremely free, but he couldn't even breathe.

The crazy and terrible roar made passers-by look sideways, only to see a huge thunderbird nearly 100 meters long appear, he rose from the ground, fell from the sky, and hit the ground with a heavy head.

Countless houses were crashed down, and pedestrians scattered and cried and fled.

He didn't realize it, and he hovered high like a mad demon, flew into the distance, and fell like a parabola, destroying all the places within a radius of nearly a thousand meters into ruins.

Ministry of Magic.

Minister's Room.

Two men sit on opposite sides of the desk.

One of them was Humpty Dumpty, wearing a long striped cloak and a four-cornered wizard's hat, rubbing his hands together and smiling a little crampedly. Behind him stood a large number of Ministry of Magic officials.

Sitting across from him was an old man in a peaked wizard's hat, with a long white beard and a purple cloak that dragged to the floor, leaning back in his chair rather casually, his blue eyes flickering under his half-moon transparent glasses.

"The security work of this Triwizard Tournament has to be bothered by Professor Dumbledore, after all, it is about the glory of British wizards, last year, and those things the year before last" The short man scratched his head, looking a little nervous: "If it doesn't happen, try not to happen." ”

"What are you thinking, Connelly. ”

Albus Dumbledore crossed his fingers with some helplessness: "This event is taking place at Hogwarts, do you think I will damage the reputation of my school?"

"Haha, of course I'm glad Professor Dumbledore could say that. Rubbing his hands and smiling, Cornelius Fudge pushed the roll of parchment in front of him forward: "Then, you can sign this security agreement, and we will send some Aurors to be stationed in Hogsmeade at that time, I hope you don't mind." ”

"Of course I don't mind. ”

The old man with half-moon glasses and a crooked nose said gently, "I also hope that something like last year will not happen." ”

"No problem, no problem! Make sure everyone obeys you," he said, turning his head majestically and looking at a one-eyed man with a scar on his face standing behind him, "Moody, do you hear me, this year, your burden is also heavy." ”

"What are you worried about, Minister. Alastor Moody, with a scarred face, frowned a little displeased: "I promise, as long as I am there, there will be no accidents."

Bang!!

The door was slammed open.

A woman with her shoulders clutched, drenched, and dressed as an Auror barged into the conference room. She was out of breath and her face was full of anxiety.

Cornelius Fudge frowned, stood up immediately, and said sternly, "What's the matter, Natalie, didn't you see me and Professor Dumbledore in a meeting?"

"No..... Oh no!"

The drenched woman didn't bother with Fudge's drink, and she said anxiously, "Webbridge... Fifteen kilometers east of Weybridge, in place, a... An uncontrolled ptarmigan!!"

The room was silent for a moment.

Then there was a puzzling discussion.

"Ah, Thunderbird?"

"Isn't that something only found in the Americas?"

"Could it be that someone has started smuggling magical beasts again?"

"It could be someone with a heart... Smuggling in the Quidditch World Cup..."

"Don't make any noise!"

The Auror was about to cry in a hurry, she drew her wand and pointed at the ceiling, and the ceiling at the top of the conference room quickly surged under the spell, reflecting the outside situation into the conference room.

The night sky, which should have been clear, was unusually rolling with endless dark clouds, and among the dark clouds, dense like spider webs of lightning kept flashing, even if you couldn't hear a single sound, you could still imagine what kind of torrential rain the outside world was experiencing.

The Auror pointed to the ceiling, "Half an hour ago, the creature went all the way to Westminster, and many Muggles saw it. ”

Connelly Fudge stood up and turned his gaze to Albus Dumbledore to the side, "Is that Newt?"

But Dumbledore, who has always been unable to shake the thunder and remain calm when the sky falls, is now looking at the lightning rolling from the ceiling, his mouth is slightly open, and his pupils are flashing with an inexplicable light, Connelly Fudge even called him several times, but he did not come back to his senses.

At this moment, the scar-faced one-eyed man in the crowd stood up, and he slammed his wooden leg to the ground quite calmly, and the invisible spiritual force field spread.

"Don't gasp, Natalie, tell me what's going on?"

Mad-Eyed Moody's usually scary-looking face was surprisingly secure at the moment, and the woman wiped the drops of water from her face, "That's right, half an hour ago, someone in Weybridge saw a huge four-winged creature, it kept hitting the ground, and it was a little insane. A colleague from the Fantastic Beasts Division said it was a Thunderbird about to become an adult... Now, there are mass riots in the area. ”

"I see," Moody nodded steadily, "immediately contact the Disaster Reversal Division, and the Magical Beasts Management and Control Division, and then call the people from the Invisible Task Force as well, and we'll be together."

"No need. ”

Suddenly, Dumbledore, who had been distracted, stood up and interrupted Moody, only to see him tidy up the robes on his body and regain his characteristic calmness and sanity: "You guys just deal with those Muggle problems, and the Thunderbird will be handed over to me." ”

After saying that, I saw that he didn't look at anyone, and walked straight past the wet female Auror and left the conference room.

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