He stretched out his hand and slowly tore off Chloe's scarred face.
Under the mask was an extraordinarily delicate face, about the same age as him. Her pale skin stretched across her cheekbones, her large, lavender eyes were buried deep in her empty eye sockets, her lips were bloodless, and the muscles on the side were constantly twitching, looking dispirited.
Even so, Hoffa still found that behind her appearance of trying to suppress her pain, there were still traces of her life when she was healthy. She should have had an oval face, white skin, soft lips, and soft burgundy hair.
"What did you do to her, did you poison her?"
Hoffa asked through the door.
"Poison? No, no, no. She forgot to take her medicine, so we brought it for her, that's all. "
The SS colonel continued.
"I know you, Mr. Bach, and I also respect your teacher, Saint Grindelwald. So I won't say any more nonsense, I advise you to leave her as soon as possible. Otherwise, when her magic goes berserk, you won't be able to bear the consequences. "
That name made Hoffa, who was examining Chloe, angry. He took a few deep breaths and barely suppressed the loathing in his heart.
He sneered softly, "Do I need a Muggle like you to remind me whether or not I can bear the magic going berserk?"
After two seconds of silence outside the door, the colonel laughed.
"I've seen a lot of arrogant wizards, and most of them died miserably."
Hoffa said, "Then I must be one of the few who can live well."
"Then we'll see, don't blame me for not reminding you."
After calmly saying that, the SS colonel no longer spoke to Hoffa.
But at the same time, a large number of soldiers surrounded the hotel kitchen, and milky white smoke seeped in from the corner of the door. The air was filled with the smell of bitter almonds.
Poison gas
Hoffa's face changed, he quickly covered his nose, then rushed to Chloe's side and covered her nose as well.
The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, he didn't expect these people to use poison gas. If he stayed in this empty room, even if he didn't die, he would faint.
"Do you have any ideas?"
Hoffa asked tentatively.
Patter!
Chloe grabbed Hoffa's wrist and raised his head.
Her originally black eyes had now turned pure white, like cataracts. Her white eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness, but it was also very strange. Huo Fa's heart inexplicably stopped for a moment. He seemed to have returned to the position where he was negotiating with Colonel SS by the door.
However, this illusion only lasted for less than 0.1 seconds before Hoffa came back to his senses. He returned to Chloe's side and pinched her nose.
"Get away from me."
Chloe said, "Mirage, get away from me."
Mirage Displacement. Hoffa gritted his teeth. He wanted to, but he didn't know how to.
"Stay away from me!"
Chloe repeated, his voice getting lower and lower. "Don't get involved."
"What did you say?"
Hoffa didn't hear clearly, he wanted to get closer to hear more clearly.
However, Chloe didn't answer. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was wide open. An unknown liquid that flickered with fluorescent light slowly rolled out from her white eyes, as thick as blood.
Along with the silver liquid that was like mercury dripping to the ground. At this moment, the magic in the room reached its peak.
Patter.
Drifting smoke, fluttering hair, twisting muscles.
Everything stopped.
It was a strange feeling that Hoffa had never experienced before. The other party's magic contained the power of some kind of law, making it impossible for people to resist.
Pa!
It was as if someone had forcefully pulled him from behind, causing him to suddenly fall backwards and fly backwards at high speed. Blurry colors and shapes flashed past him. His eardrums were swollen, he wanted to shout, but he couldn't hear his own voice.
He passed through a distorted light film, and on both sides were constantly flickering broken images. There was a castle, a black lake, a centaur jumping in the forest, and a Thunderbird flying in the sky. Later, Hoffa even saw a head of shiny silver hair. His heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife. He subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to touch that blurry figure.
However, the image only lasted for less than 0.1 seconds. Then, he felt his feet touch solid ground, and everything became clear again. He stopped spinning and fell heavily to the ground.
Bang!!
The world spun.
The ground was cold. It was made of tiles that didn't have any temperature. Chloe was still leaning against the wall, panting, as if nothing had happened.
However, the smell of onions in the air was very confusing.
The sound entered his eardrums bit by bit, and his ears started to work again. It was the sound of laughter and laughter. There was also the sound of a spatula colliding with an iron pot.
"Table 3, bacon cheese roll."
"Table 4, one potato salad."
"Hurry up, throw away the trash at the door!"
Hoffa quivered, stood up abruptly, and searched all over his body. After searching for a long time, he didn't lose any parts or organs.
In front of him was the kitchen of the old restaurant, but now, it was bustling with the sound of more than ten chefs and service staff. It was a busy and crowded atmosphere.
At this time, an apprentice carrying a black bag was about to throw away the trash when he passed by Hoffa. Seeing him standing at the kitchen door, he shouted: "Who are you, the kitchen is an important place. Don't barge in!"
As he said that, he put his hand on the door handle.
(The bullet hole on the door caused by the Nazi officer was also gone.)
Hoffa quivered, and subconsciously blurted out: "Don't open the door!"
"Don't open the door?" The apprentice's nostrils flared.
"If you don't open the door, eat the trash! Go go go, don't interfere with my work. "
As he said that, he impatiently pushed Hoffa away, decisively and casually opened the door, and went out to throw away the trash.
Nothing happened.
Outside was the empty and dirty back alley of the restaurant. There were only rows of green trash cans, no squads of soldiers, no SS Colonel, and no naked Black Sorcerers. The kitchen of the hotel was just the kitchen of the hotel.
"They're gone?"
Hoffa turned around and asked in puzzlement.
The pale-faced Crowley leaned against the corner, shivering. There was no trace of blood on her face. Hearing Huo Fa calling her, she turned a deaf ear and didn't seem happy at all. She only leaned against the wall, silent like a drug addict who had just quit, or like an infatuated girl who had been dumped by a scumbag.
Hoffa tentatively walked to her side, looking at her cautiously as if he was looking at a monster. After making sure that there was no danger, he touched her forehead.
It was frighteningly cold.
The surging and strange magic wave just now had disappeared. Now, there was no trace of magic wave on Chloe's body. She was like a muggle.
"How are you? Can you walk?"
She didn't move.
Although Hoffa didn't know what happened, looking at the girl in front of him who looked like a cripple, he instinctively sympathized with her.
In addition, he was also afraid that the shamans would return. He grabbed Chloe's arm, put her on his body, and limped out of the kitchen of the restaurant to the streets of Paris.
At this moment, the streets of Paris were still bustling with people and cars. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower stood under the setting sun, and large patches of leaves were lit up by the afterglow of the setting sun. Birds circled in the sky like wanderers returning home, resting on the walkways, swaying vines, and hanging bridges. Everywhere was peaceful and quiet.
Standing on the street and looking at the setting sun, Hoffa's faint strange feeling intensified. When they were locked in the room, it was almost noon, but now, it was almost dusk.
Could it be that he was unconscious for more than three hours?
After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out.
He could only carry Chloe and continue forward.
When he passed by a kiosk, he heard a few muggles chatting worriedly on the side of the road.
"Three Jewish families in our neighborhood were arrested yesterday."
"You're not a Jew, what does it have to do with you?"
"But they are my neighbors, I can't bear it."
"You think too much, the streets are full of German soldiers, what else do you want?"
The Jews were arrested. Hoffa subconsciously turned his head to look at the newspaper kiosk.
Sure enough, there were a few big words on the newspaper. The Jewish residents in Paris will be transferred to a fixed assembly point before the 29th.
Hoffa stared at the typography for a few seconds, then picked up the newspaper and read it. The news was roughly about the specific policies of France to persecute the Jews under the control of Germany.
Originally, he had already heard this news on the radio, but after reading it, Hoffa suddenly had goosebumps all over his body.
After reading the newspaper, he began to quickly flip through the newspaper kiosk. After a long time, he poked his head out and asked the owner of the kiosk.
"Excuse me, is this the latest newspaper today?"
"Which day's newspaper isn't the latest newspaper?"
The kiosk owner smoked a cigarette and lazily said with his legs on the table.
"What about the newspaper on September 1st?"
Hoffa asked.
The owner of the kiosk poked his head out from behind an adult magazine, "What's September 1st?"
"The newspaper on September 1st, today's newspaper."
Hoffa emphasized.
The kiosk owner blew out a smoke ring, "Are you crazy, do you want to buy it or not?"
Hoffa put down the newspaper and shook his head.
"Then don't affect my business here, where am I going to get the newspaper on September 1st on the 28th? “
Then, he took out a feather duster and waved it a few times in annoyance. "Go go go."
After dodging the feather duster, Hoffa was not in the mood to argue with a passerby. He absent-mindedly dragged Chloe back a few steps and leaned against a bench on the street.
No, no, no, no, today was already September 1st. Back then, he was a little emotional because he did not go to school at this time, how could it be August 28th?
He could no longer remain calm and patted Chloe's face hard, "What's going on?"
Chloe, who was patted on the face, shook her head and opened her eyes. She looked very weak and feeble.
However, Hoffa could not care less now. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard.
"Who are you, where are we?"
"Don't shake, don't shake."
Chloe covered her head and whispered.
Hoffa let go of his hand. After a while, Chloe recovered a little. She looked at her watch, sighed and said hoarsely, "Go back in time."
"Go back in time? What are you talking about? "
"Go back in time, we are now two days ago."
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