Hoffa rubbed his temples and stared at the ceiling of the coffee shop with a headache. There were strings of silver stars hanging from the ceiling. They were hung on scarlet suede by transparent nylon fishing lines. In the center, there were dragon patterns or yin and yang symbols. When the light shone on them, they reflected a distorted light.
He realized that he had once again fallen into an unknown situation. The crisis came so quickly and stealthily that he didn't have the slightest chance to prepare.
Chloe still had a conscience. She comforted him, "Don't be so pessimistic. If you can make my mana go berserk again in two days, then things will be very simple."
"Mana go berserk."
"Aren't you a wizard? This shouldn't be difficult for you."
Hoffa didn't say anything. He rubbed his chin and pondered. He had a very simple way to make Chloe recover her mana. He himself was a person who lacked mana, so he had prepared some mana recovery potions.
However, he had no experience in making his mana go berserk. In the three years he spent in Hogwarts, he was constantly learning to control his mana. I've never tried to make my mana go berserk. "
"What, you don't have a way?"
"Don't talk! I'm thinking. "
"Every minute you think, you're closer to death." Chloe reminded him.
"Shut up!"
Hoffa said unhappily, "I'm thinking, will a mana potion work?"
"Do you have it? You'll need a lot of it."
Chloe said with certainty.
"I have it."
Hoffa stood up without hesitation, "I'll go get it. Wait for me here."
Chloe also stood up, "I'll go with you."
"Can you go?"
Hoffa asked doubtfully.
"I have to go even if I can't." Chloe pointed out the window, "I'm like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered here."
Hoffa looked in the direction of her finger and saw a number of tanks rumbling through the street.
Behind the tanks, dozens of soldiers escorted hundreds of disheveled Jews on the street.
Seeing this scene, Hoffa's eyes dimmed.
"Okay, follow me. Don't get lost."
Probably because of the meal, the relationship between the two was not as tense as it was when they first met. When they left the coffee shop, it was already close to night.
After passing through layers of checkpoints and outposts, they arrived at the outskirts of Paris.
Metal pipes and chimneys were winding on the ground and in the air like giant snakes. The huge demand brought by the war made these factories in the outskirts of the suburbs were like beasts at full power, constantly devouring metal and coal.
By the time they arrived at the outskirts of the factory district, the sky was already dark. The hot and humid night sky was filled with heavy rain, which made them feel very uncomfortable.
Standing under a canopy below his factory, Hoffa said to Chloe, "Wait for me here, I'll go get the potion."
.... is. is................ The Nazi wizards are looking for me all over the streets. "
Hoffa stared at the gray mist outside the canopy and thought for a moment. "It should be safe. I rarely see the Germans in this godforsaken place." He paused. "I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't worry."
"Okay, come back quickly."
Chloe said. "But remember, it's best if you don't meet with yourself, and especially not with people you know."
"What kind of rule is that?"
"Have you seen yourself before?" Chloe asked.
"No."
Hoffa shook his head.
"That's right. Everything that has happened can't be changed or defied. It's best if there's only one you in a space-time. That's the most reasonable thing. If your existence is seen by yourself, then the unreasonable consequences will be unimaginable. The only thing that can be predicted is that your body will disintegrate at an extremely fast speed."
"Okay." Hoffa agreed.
Then, he disappeared into thin air.
Chloe watched Hoffa disappear into the rain. She sighed and sat down on the bench under the canopy. This was probably a bus stop that hadn't been used for a long time. There were very few people around.
After sitting for a while, she swung her legs in boredom and began to hum some obscure tune.
At this moment, a black, old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz sedan silently slid out of the rain. The orange headlights of the car made it look like a ghost wandering around the factory.
The black car drove about fifty meters past the bus stop and turned back to the canopy.
The window rolled down, revealing a hooded figure.
"Hello, Miss Lemay."
Chloe, who was humming, saw the hooded man close in on her. She broke out in cold sweat and ran away.
On the other side, Hoffa was climbing the walls of the factory like a gecko. His usual workplace was on the second floor of the factory. However, after being reminded by Chloe, he didn't dare to take the normal route. Instead, he climbed up through the sewage pipe outside the factory.
He came to the window of his office and carefully looked inside.
Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
In the old office, the guy who looked exactly like him was writing and drawing in front of the desk.
On the table, an old-fashioned radio was playing some old German songs. Lili Marleen.
“Vor
Kaserne”
“Vor
gro?
Tor”
“Stand
Laterne”
“Und
davor”
“So
woll'n
seh'n”
“Bei
steh'n”
“Wie
Marleen”
"This song is really poisonous."
He muttered to himself and hid outside the window to look at himself. This feeling was too strange and too novel. Hoffa couldn't help but look at himself a few more times.
As he looked, the other him from three days ago seemed to have noticed something and suddenly looked up.
Hoffa immediately used Ghost Walk to avoid his gaze. However, the other him didn't give up. He got up and went to the window, looking outside in confusion.
Then, the other him from two days ago poked his head out from the window. At this moment, a sharp pain came from his arm. The pain was as if a sharp blade was cutting his flesh.
He rolled up his sleeves and looked.
The entire middle part of his forearm had turned into a crystal.
Not only that, his lower abdomen, thighs, and many other parts of his body were in pain. Even without looking, Hoffa knew. The time flare was expanding on his body. He was becoming more and more illogical.
Although he didn't know what would happen if he jumped out now, he estimated that if he was seen by the other him, the time flare would instantly swallow him.
It was too dangerous.
Hoffa gritted his teeth and leaned against the wall. He didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
He wondered why the future Harry and Hermione didn't have to suffer any side effects while he was like a wild beast, suffering direct damage from the laws of the world.
The Hoffa from two days ago looked around for a moment and saw nothing, so he returned to his seat and wrote and drew. During this process, he didn't dare to move at all.
About five minutes later, when the drizzle soaked his body, there was a knock on the door.
He turned his head slightly and saw the other him from two days ago stand up and open the door.
Norbert walked into the room, drenched in rain. "This damned weather. It won't stop raining."
He complained loudly. He took off his rubber boots and poured the rainwater out.
"Did anyone follow?"
The Hoffa from two days ago hugged the woven bag and asked as he locked the door.
"No."
Norbert picked up a bottle of water and gulped it down. He then touched his mouth. "Don't lock the door. We have to go out later."
"Go out? What's up?"
"There's something I have to take care of."
"Merlin's beard, are you really determined to learn alchemy?"
"Where did you go just now? Why did it take you so long to buy supplies? "
"East Borough. I got a job."
"Me or us?"
"Us, us."
While the two talked in the room, Hoffa was anxious outside. He had never thought that Norbert was so long-winded before. After all, with every passing second, his body was one step closer to collapse.
"Durant, the Wolf of the East Borough? The agent from Germany? "
"Yes, the idiot who stole our weapons. He knows that I've been looking for him, so he wants to strike first. "
"He's quite smart."
"He is, but he's too careless. You know, I caught him by the tail this time. In March, he bought a bar in the East Borough that caters to women who escaped from the Jewish Quarter. "
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go."
Finally, Norbert and Hoffa finished their conversation. The two packed up their equipment and left.
As soon as they left, Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the window and jumped in without even bothering to shake off the rain.
He quickly walked to his desk and rummaged through the drawers. Soon, he found two spare MP Recovery Potions and put them in his pocket. Then, he hurriedly climbed over the window and walked out.
Stealing from himself.
This is crazy, Hoffa thought.
When he passed by the factory, a few workers looked up in puzzlement and stared at Hoffa who hurried past. Sensing their gazes, Hoffa immediately hid in the shadows. He thought that the workers must have seen a ghost when he left and another guy who looked exactly like him popped up.
In any case, he got the potion. Next, he just had to give Chloe the potion and he could return to his own time and space.
But when Hoffa hurried back to the canopy where he had parted ways with Chloe, the nun was nowhere to be seen.
Where did this fellow run off to?
Puzzled, he looked around and didn't see Chloe. Instead, he saw a colorful gasoline print on the rain.
A car had stopped here.
This detail made him feel that something was wrong.
At the same time, the scene he saw two days ago flashed in his mind. He saw a woman being stuffed into a car in the rain with her mouth covered.
This scene was like a strong signal light that ignited his adrenaline. He knew that something was wrong.
Crap! So it was her!
He didn't think much of it back then, but now he knew the whole story.
With a leap, he stepped on the canopy and jumped onto the road sign that was more than ten meters high. He looked into the distance. Sure enough, he saw the faintly discernible taillights in the rain. They were almost out of sight.
At the same time, the scene he saw two days ago flashed in his mind. He saw a woman being stuffed into a car in the rain with her mouth covered.
This scene was like a strong signal light that ignited his adrenaline. He knew that something was wrong.
Crap! So it was her!
He didn't think much of it back then, but now he knew the whole story.
With a leap, he stepped on the canopy and jumped onto the road sign that was more than ten meters high. He looked into the distance.
Sure enough, he saw the faintly discernible taillights in the rain. They were almost out of sight.
Thump. His heart skipped a beat.
Fear came over him like an old friend that had been forgotten. Simple, primitive fear. He had lived in peace for a long time and had almost forgotten about this true fear. If Chloe was taken away, he definitely wouldn't be able to find her in 48 hours.
What awaited him was only annihilation.
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