He looked at the sparse hair on the old man's forehead and the pink lipstick mark left by a young model on the old man's face. The golden eyes that were exactly the same as his.
Hoffa was stunned at first, then he felt dizzy.
"I …!?"
His left arm crystallized quickly, faster than ever. Ignoring the shock and pain, he pounced forward and grabbed the old man's face, as if he wanted to tear it off.
The old man was not surprised, he just pushed him away with a smile, put on his sunglasses again, and started the Lamborghini.
Hoffa sat on the passenger seat, his chest rose and fell violently. Thousands of words surged in his heart, but he could not say a word for a long time. He was not stupid. The moment he saw the eyes, he immediately thought of countless possibilities.
He did not die.
He returned to the past.
He lived to the age of sixty and bought a luxury car.
He even … He looked up at the rearview mirror, the woman had long disappeared.
"Who … who … who is that!?"
Huo Fa's voice actually trembled a little. "Is that my daughter?"
The old man glanced at him and raised his eyebrows. "Daughter? Ha, you think too much. I don't have a daughter who is greedy for money. She's just a greedy little girl. "
"I …!?"
Hoffa did not know what to say. After confirming that the guy in front of him was him 50 years later, he temporarily put down the fear of death and was replaced by a black question mark.
"I know you have a lot of questions, but now is not the time."
The old man smiled and patted him on the back. "Let's eat something first."
With the last roar, the wide Lamborghini drove into an alley, then turned a few corners and finally stopped in a square in the middle of a cluster of buildings.
The square was surrounded by villas with sloped roofs. The overall appearance was grayish-blue and looked very elegant. There was a small lawn and garden downstairs. The entrance of the square was directly facing the street, there was a row of iron fences above. It looked like a rather high-end community.
After parking the car, the old man turned the key and got out. He did not have the demeanor of a successful man. After leaving the car, he appeared unusually ordinary.
Hoffa followed behind his old self. Looking at his sparse grey hair, he couldn't help but stroke his thick hair.
Damn it, I'll actually lose my hair one day? He was secretly annoyed. Why couldn't she take care of her hair when she had the money to buy a sports car?
A few middle-aged men with Labradors walked over from afar. They seemed to be his future neighbors. They smiled and greeted him as they walked in front of him. The old man smiled back at them, looking like a friendly citizen.
"Mr. Bach is back."
'Yes, good evening, Mr. Herbes. '
"Are you back from grocery shopping?"
"Hehe, no, I'm bringing my son back to stay for two days."
After saying that, the old man unceremoniously pulled the young Hoffa and put his arm around his back in a playful manner. "What do you think? Isn't my son handsome?"
"Ah, this is the first time I've seen Mr. Bach's son."
The old man was not surprised and exclaimed. He completely ignored the dirty holes on Hoffa's body. "This young man is very energetic."
Hoffa's face twitched. Being held by his old self, he endured the pain of the erosion of the time flare and did not say a word.
However, doubts emerged in his heart one after another. What happened in the past 50 years? How did he go back? What happened to Silby in the end? Those familiar people, where are they now? Most importantly, he might only have less than half a day left to live. After half a day, how did he survive?
With so many doubts, he didn't know how to ask. The old man Hoffa took him to the door of a music store. After entering, he hung a sign on the door that said "Closed Today".
There were many vintage vinyl records and cassettes in the store. There were many movie posters on the wall, as well as promotional pictures of bands, such as Michael Jackson and Freddy Mockery. The decoration of the store was very modern, and he was familiar with the place. He was undoubtedly the owner of the store.
Hoffa had a thousand complaints in his heart. After holding it in for a long time, he asked,
"You can afford a Lamborghini by opening a music store?"
"You're not confident in yourself?"
The old man Hoffa smiled as if he saw through his subtext.
"Cut it out." Hoffa frowned. "You must know what happened after. Quick, tell me how to go back."
"Opening a store is a hobby of mine." The old man Hoffa smiled and said, "Come, I'll show you my other business."
So he walked through the store to the back door and opened another door. He came to his residence. There was a small red rectangular wooden table, surrounded by six soft-cushioned hardwood chairs. The old man Hoffa pushed the chair away and knocked on the brick in front of the fireplace.
The wall changed shape and opened to both sides. At the same time, his clothes changed from a simple white T-shirt to a plain brown sorcerer's robe.
Passing through a stone corridor, the young man Hoffa raised his hand to cover his eyes as the sun shone through the transparent blinds.
The air was filled with the fragrance of herbs. Behind the rows of glass display windows were bundles of herbs. There were mint, wild garlic, thyme, chamomile, rushes, palamo, kingleaf, horseshoe, mugwort, laurel, etc. In the corner, there were rows of bronze vats. The vats were filled with bat spleen, eel eyes, and other raw materials for magic potions.
Many witches wearing sorcerer's hats were behind the counter, picking and choosing. A few young sorcerers sat behind the counter with brass scales in front of them. Some of them were bargaining with the customers, while others waved their wands and helped the customers bandage the goods.
The scene was a stark contrast to the modern music store. It was a completely different world. While the old man opened a music store, he also opened a magic potion shop in Diagon Alley.
"Boss."
"Boss."
Seeing the old man Hoffa walk over, the sorcerers behind the counter stood up and greeted him respectfully.
"You guys can go back for today."
The old man Hoffa smiled gently. "I need to take care of the customers. I might not be open for a few days. Give yourselves a few days off."
"Uh …" The sorcerers did not expect this, but they quickly looked at each other and smiled. "Sure, boss. How long do you give us?"
"Wait for my notice. I'll send you an owl letter when I open."
The old man Hoffa took out a temporarily closed sign and handed it to his subordinates. "Go, get ready. I'm closing for the day."
After receiving the order, the sorcerers began to pack their things. They took away a day's worth of trash, apologized to the customers, closed the door, and left the magic potion shop.
After everyone had left, the old man Hoffa turned to the young Hoffa and smiled. "Look, isn't this life leisurely? Selling magic potions and listening to muggle music …"
"And picking up women fifty years younger than you while you're at it?"
The old man Hoffa narrowed his eyes and asked.
The old man pursed his lips. "Are you scolding yourself?"
The old man Hoffa stared at him. "I don't think I'm that bad."
"You're young …"
The old man in front of him seemed to be a little rascal. He said lazily, "You'll have to go through what I've gone through anyway. You'll become like me sooner or later."
After saying that, he patted the old man Hoffa's shoulder. "Go, go upstairs and wash up. Don't get dirty."
"Huh!?"
The old man Hoffa raised his completely transparent hands. "You're asking me to take a bath at this time? Do you know what's going on? "
"Why are you panicking?"
The old man smiled. "It's just a time flare. I'm just standing here. What can happen? Go."
.....
An hour later, in the bathtub, the old man Hoffa hugged his knees. Water flowed down his body, washing away the blood and filth on his body. However, at the same time, many transparent shards fell off from his body.
He did not know if it was because 50 years was too long or because he was too close to his other self. The time flare this time was even more ferocious than the one in Paris 50 years ago.
He could not help but think of Chloe. His negligence had caused her death. There was also Silby. His ambition was obvious. He had exiled himself to 50 years later. 50 years. Given 50 years, what kind of "earth-shattering" thing could he do?
Could he still save himself?
He looked at himself in the mirror, who only had half a shoulder left. He felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him.
But on second thought, he recalled the old Huo Fa's calm expression and solemn vow. He was confused. Could it be that 50 years later, he had become so strong that he could heal the law injuries on his body?
He was not sure. Perhaps it was possible.
After taking a bath, a set of clothes was prepared outside the house and placed casually in the corridor. The old man Hoffa picked up the clothes and looked at them. It was his favorite casual outfit. He had to admit that he was the only one who understood himself.
When he went downstairs, he heard the sound of vegetables being cut.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the old man Hoffa was wearing an apron and cutting vegetables in the kitchen. His knife skills were sharp and his expression was focused. On the chopping board were vegetables, lamb, potatoes, peas, radishes, lettuce, turnips, rosemary, basil, cumin, oil, and other ingredients. The stainless steel pot on the stove bubbled and boiled.
Seeing him like this, Huo Fa was infuriated. He was really going to be destroyed in both body and soul, yet he still had the time to cook.
The young Hoffa could not stand it anymore. He walked to the kitchen door and asked coldly, "If I die in this time and space, then you won't exist either, right?"
"Yes."
The old man Hoffa said calmly. He took out a bottle of iced Coke from the fridge and handed it to him. "Go sit for a while. I prepared three dishes. They will be ready soon."
Looking at the bottle of Coke hanging in the air, the young Hoffa was convinced. He took the bottle of Coke and sat on the chair.
Since the old man Hoffa was not in a hurry, then there was no point in him being anxious. Out of curiosity, he wandered around his future house. He wanted to see what he had done in the past fifty years.
The house was not big. Compared to the exaggerated Lamborghini and the two exquisite storefronts outside, this place was very ordinary. It was even smaller than Miranda's house. It was only a two-story bachelor apartment. The interior decoration was also very ordinary. The only decoration was a blue porcelain vase. It was a typical Ravenclaw style.
At the corner of the corridor, he heard the sound of birds chirping.
It turned out to be a group of pigeons resting under the eaves. Now that the sky was getting dark, they circled and descended from the sky one after another. They squatted in a few cages hanging under the eaves and stared intently at the corners.
Hoffa followed their gaze and saw a bag of corn next to his hand.
"Can I feed them?" He shouted into the house.
"Don't feed them too much," the old man Hoffa in the house replied. "They came back from the square and ate a lot during the day. I usually feed them before going to bed. "
The young Hoffa hesitated for a moment. In the end, he did not feed the pigeons. Instead, he glared at them and said fiercely, "What are you looking at? I'm not your master!"
The pigeons took a few poops of white feces and chirped even more happily.
Hoffa snorted and turned to leave.
After walking around the house, he did not find anything that was not related to his past. There were no photos of his friends, no letters with other people. Instead, he saw a whole row of Zizi bottles. He couldn't help but shudder at this thought.
Why was there nothing?
Where were his friends? Where did they go? Did his future change? Was there still a Harry Potter in this world?
With this thought in mind, he looked even more carefully.
When he walked to the fireplace, there was a light blue cushion on the stone fireplace. On the cushion was a wooden stick. The moment he saw the wooden stick, Hoffa's remaining eye lit up.
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