Bang!!
Along with the gunshot.
The warm and cozy daily life disappeared. The cold fate pulled out its sharp fangs.
The bullet seemed to have penetrated young Hoffa's brain at the same time. It shattered all the education, training, and life he had experienced in the past, leaving only an empty hole.
He looked at the blood in front of him, the brain matter hanging from the back of the chair, the bone fragments that sprayed on the wall, the hand that hung under the chair, and the faint smile on the face. It was as if fate was mocking him the most.
"Ha … Ha …???"
The huge uncertainty and the huge certainty drowned him at the same time. Under the effect of the emotional compensation mechanism, he actually laughed. It was a twitching, difficult, and aimless laugh.
"Ha … Ha …"
He reached out his trembling hand, trying to wake up the smiling old man and tell him to stop joking with him. But what he touched was only a corpse that was gradually losing its temperature.
"Ah!!"
After confirming that his old self was really dead, he hugged his head, his fingers digging deep into his hair roots, and let out an unbelievable scream. All the Returning Sparrows within a radius of a few hundred meters scattered in all directions with this scream.
He retreated awkwardly and dashed out of the store. The revolving glass door of the video store slammed shut after he left. The signboard that said "Closed for the Day" flew high into the sky. A few neighbors who were carrying baguettes and vegetables home while chatting and laughing were knocked down by him. They complained in exasperation.
Hoffa was frightened and ran aimlessly. He did not even know what to run from or where to go. He felt that no matter what he did, he would not be able to escape this terrible fate.
He could only run forward, not daring to look back. It was as if he could see his smiling self lying on the chair with lifeless eyes if he looked back.
That old bastard!!
Damn it!
Damn it!!
The scenery around him receded rapidly. He did not know how long he had run, how far he had run, or how many turns he had taken. He crashed into a wall and stopped at an unfamiliar stone riverside. His body was trembling, and his body was pale.
He collapsed on the chair by the riverside and looked at his hand. It was intact. The time flare had disappeared, and the logical chain that maintained his existence was no longer broken. Even an idiot could figure out the reason. There were no two of him in this time and space.
But at this moment, his mental state couldn't be any worse. On July 24, 1994, he died of suicide. If a person's fate was a closed loop, then was this the day of his death?
Indeed, reason told him that everyone would die. Even in the most exaggerated fantasies, the so-called God of Creation, Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, and Primitive Dao Ancestor would eventually die in the long river of time. Immortality was nothing but a fool's fantasy. It was used to resist his cowardice and fear in the face of death.
But then again, who wouldn't be scared?
What was even more frightening was that although he still had 50 years to live, if he couldn't escape the fate of suicide no matter what he did, then what was the point of working hard?
She thought of the empty house, the pompous Lamborghini.
At this moment, he felt an extreme sense of powerlessness, and an indescribable sense of amusement. That dark humor must be the biggest joke that God had played on him.
He really wanted to find someone to talk to, talk about this impermanent world, talk about this damned fate, this crazy and extreme life, and his indescribable emotions.
But he found that he had no one to talk to.
He wasn't in his own time and space, nor was he in that familiar world. In fact, he felt that even if he was here, he couldn't find a suitable person to talk to.
Who would be willing to believe what he had experienced?
Who could understand this complex and absurd emotion?
The world was so big, perhaps there was no second person who had experienced a similar experience as him.
The great disbelief turned into humiliation and unwillingness. That was the humiliation of being played. He looked up at the sky, biting his fist, and his chest rose and fell violently.
"Darling, do you love me?"
"Of course, you little fool. Not only did I love you in the past, I love you now, and I will love you in the future."
"How long do you love me for?" The woman asked cutely.
"My whole life."
"Hmph, annoying."
"Why is it annoying, baby?"
"You won't love me in the next life?"
It was late at night, and there were many benches by the river. Some couples sat on the benches, kissing and whispering to each other. It was very romantic.
Huo Fa, who had almost bitten off his own hand, lowered his head and turned around in disbelief. Someone else's romance ignited the emotions that were about to explode in his chest like an explosive. That was a huge injustice, an incomparable injustice!
At this moment, the death of his lover, the forced transmigration, the death of the nun, Fatir's death, and many new and old grudges surged into his heart. He could no longer hold back.
"Why me!?"
Boom!!
With a loud noise, his arm transformed into a blood-red wing that was more than ten meters long, and swept across.
It was like an angry child kicking the building blocks that he had painstakingly accumulated. Those romantic, gentle, and peaceful couples who were whispering to each other were swept away by the sudden disaster. They were sent flying and spiraling into the river, screaming miserably.
"Me, why does it have to be me!?"
He raised his head and roared. Everything in all directions was like a huge prison. He was obviously free, but the pressure made it hard for him to breathe.
The crazy and shrill roar attracted the attention of the passersby. They saw a huge Thunderbird that was nearly a hundred meters long appear. He rose from the ground, fell from the sky, and slammed into the ground.
Countless houses collapsed, and the passersby fled in all directions.
As if he did not feel anything, he flew high into the sky like a madman, flew into the distance, and fell like a parabola, destroying everything in a radius of nearly a thousand meters.
Ministry of Magic.
The minister's meeting room.
Two men sat on both sides of the desk.
One of them was the short man, Fatso. He wore a long striped cloak and a four-horned wizard hat. He rubbed his hands and smiled uneasily. Behind him stood a large number of officials from the Ministry of Magic.
Sitting opposite him was an old man wearing a pointy wizard hat. He had a long white beard and a purple cloak that reached the ground. He leaned against the chair in a relaxed manner, and the blue eyes under the half-moon transparent glasses flickered.
"Professor Dumbledore, please take care of the security for this tournament. After all, it's related to the glory of the British wizards." The short man scratched his head and seemed a little nervous. "Try not to happen if you can."
"What are you thinking, Connelly?"
Abusi Dumbledore crossed his fingers helplessly. "This grand event is held in Hogwarts. Do you think I'll let my school's reputation be tarnished?"
"Haha, of course I'm happy that Professor Dumbledore said so." Connelly Foggy rubbed his hands and pushed a scroll of parchment in front of him forward. "Then, please sign this security agreement. When the time comes, we'll send some Aura to Hogsmeade. 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 last year's incident won't happen."
"No problem, no problem! Make sure that everyone will obey your orders. "As he spoke, he turned his head around in a dignified manner and looked at the one-eyed man with a face full of scars standing behind him." Moody, did you hear that? This year, your burden is also very heavy. "
"What are you worried about, minister?" The scarred Alastor Moody frowned in displeasure. "I promise, as long as I'm here, there won't be any accidents."
* Bang!! *
The door was suddenly pushed open.
A woman in Aura attire and covered her shoulder with her hands, broke into the meeting room. She was panting, and her face was full of anxiety.
Connelly Foggy frowned and immediately stood up. He said sternly, "What's the matter, Natalie? Can't you see that I'm having a meeting with Professor Dumbledore? "
"It's … not good!"
The drenched woman didn't care about Fudge's shout. She said anxiously, "Weybridge … Fifteen kilometers east of Weybridge, there's an … an uncontrollable thunderbird!!"
The meeting room was silent for a moment.
Then, there was a series of puzzling discussions.
"Ah, a Thunderbird?"
"Isn't that thing only found in America?"
"Could it be that someone has started to smuggle magical animals again?"
"Maybe it's someone … using the Quidditch World Cup as an excuse to smuggle …"
"Stop arguing!"
Aura was so anxious that she was about to cry. She took out her wand and pointed it at the ceiling. The ceiling of the meeting room quickly surged under the effect of the curse, reflecting the situation outside into the meeting room.
The night sky, which was supposed to be clear, was now abnormally filled with endless dark clouds. Within the dark clouds, lightning flashed like a spider web. Even though no sound could be heard, one could still imagine the extent of the storm that was happening in the outside world.
Aura pointed at the ceiling. "Half an hour ago, that creature went all the way to Westminster. Many Muggles saw it."
Connelly Foggy stood up in a daze and turned his gaze to Abusi Dumbledore. "Is it that guy, Newt?"
However, Dumbledore, who was always unmoved and calm even if the sky fell, was now staring at the rolling lightning on the ceiling in a daze. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were shining with an inexplicable light. Connelly Foggy called out to him a few times, but he didn't come back to his senses.
At this moment, the scarred, one-eyed man in the crowd stood out. He calmly stomped his wooden leg on the ground and an invisible mental force field spread out.
"Don't breathe, Natalie. Tell me clearly, what happened?"
Mad Eye Moody's usually frightening face was strangely safe at this moment. The woman wiped the water droplets off her face. "It's like this. Half an hour ago, someone saw a huge four-winged creature in Weybridge. It kept hitting the ground and seemed to have lost its mind. My colleagues from the Magical Zoology Department said that it's a Thunderbird that's about to reach adulthood. Now, there's a large-scale riot in the area. "
"I understand." Moody nodded steadily. "Immediately contact the Disaster Reversal Department and the Magical Zoology Department. Then call the people from the Invisible Task Force. We'll go together."
"No need."
Suddenly, Dumbledore, who had been in a daze, stood up and interrupted Moody. He straightened his robe and regained his unique calmness and rationality. "You guys deal with the Muggles. Leave the Thunderbird to me."
After that, he didn't look at anyone. He walked past the soaked Aura and left the meeting room.
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6. Unexpected Visitor
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