Hoffa pointed at the newspaper. "Is it related to that key?"
Both of them remained silent.
Speak! Hoffa asked angrily.
"Stay out of this," Ossivia said bluntly.
Hoffa turned around and looked at Silby, but Silby sat there expressionlessly without saying a word.
There was no answer. Silby, who had always been good with words, seemed to have turned into a taciturn gourd.
Hoffa clenched his teeth and tossed the newspaper aside.
There must be something that they know but I don't. His curious colleague felt a tinge of panic at the same time.
Wizards were shot to death one after another. What was going on?
However, it was not the time to dwell on it.
After getting on the train, exhaustion began to pour into his brain, both physical and mental.
He began to meditate.
Every time Gugar's conversion spell was used up, Hoffa had to meditate to recover his mana, and the newly recovered mana would be converted into life force to maintain the balance of his body.
The train rumbled forward, but it was not fast. The three of them swayed around in the carriage.
Ossivia was reading the newspaper, and Hoffa was meditating to recover his mana from the battle and escape.
Four hours later, the sky turned to dusk.
The three of them rode the old-fashioned train into the wilderness of Spain, where the Valencia Plains stretched as far as the eye could see.
The Valencia Plains bordered the Mediterranean Sea, and a large number of orange trees were planted on the plains. Mixed with the sunset, it was like a scene out of an oil painting.
However, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it could not stop Hoffa's mental and physical exhaustion. After meditating, he was still exhausted, which was rare.
The reason was that he had not slept well for almost three days. After driving like crazy and being chased by criminals, the fatigue was not something meditation could eliminate.
Finally, in the dusk of the Valencia Plains, Hoffa leaned back on the seat and fell into a deep sleep.
It seemed like he had just fallen asleep when he was awakened by a series of rapid breathing.
When he opened his eyes, it was pitch black.
It was the middle of the night.
His ears were filled with extremely stifled rustling sounds.
Hoffa turned around and was shocked by the scene in front of him.
Silby was staring at him with bloodshot eyes.
In the dark carriage, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper. His nostrils flared as he bit his lips, as if he was trying his best to suppress his breathing.
At first, Hoffa thought that he was pretending to be sick again, but when he touched his forehead, there was no temperature at all. Instead, it was like a block of ice.
This symptom was very similar to magic overdraft. Touching his heart, his heartbeat was very weak, like a flickering candle in the wind.
But after that, his breathing became more and more painful and difficult.
Hoffa immediately sat up and saw that Silby had bitten his lips so hard that they were bleeding.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"What happened to you?"
Hoffa had no idea how to deal with this situation.
Silby didn't say anything. He just stared at Hoffa with wide eyes.
Something's wrong, Hoffa thought. He immediately wanted to wake up Ossivia who was sleeping on the left seat.
But Silby looked at Hoffa pleadingly with bloodshot eyes.
"Don't!"
Suffocate! "
Silby squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
Suffocate?
Hoffa felt a little.
Indeed.
There were many people in this carriage, and now it was indeed filled with a strong smell of carbon dioxide.
Without hesitation, Hoffa immediately carried the trembling Silby onto the wheelchair and quickly pushed him out.
Finally, when Hoffa brought him to the front of the first class carriage of the train, Silby breathed in some fresh air. It was a breeze from the exhaust fan on the first class seat.
After arriving here, Silby was still breathing in pain, but it was slightly better than before.
Seeing that he was still breathing, Hoffa decided to go all the way.
He directly took out his magic wand and transformed it into a sharp knife.
He directly inserted the knife into the slot on the glass window of the green train and forcibly pried open the glass.
This time, fresh air wrapped in the fragrance of oranges rushed in like a tide.
Silby's pale hair was blown by the wind. His whole body was like a salted fish in water, and he suddenly relaxed.
"Hoo!"
"Hoo!"
"Hoo!"
Silby closed his eyes and greedily breathed in the fresh air a few times to recover. He stopped moving. Hoffa put his finger on his chest, and his heart gradually returned to normal.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and murmured weakly.
"Thank you, Hoffa."
"Oh." Hoffa looked at his watch. It was five o 'clock in the morning. He had slept for 12 hours. God knows how long Silby had been panting in the seat.
"Can you push me closer? I want to feel the wind more." Silby said.
Hoffa followed his words and moved his wheelchair closer to the window. The night wind brought by the train blew all of Silby's hair, revealing his pale sculpture-like face. For some reason, Hoffa felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity on his face.
Inside the train, the dim and ancient tungsten filament lamps flickered. Silby's wheelchair slowly swayed along with the train.
At this moment, the train was passing by the coastal city of Valencia in Spain. Outside the window, one could see the night scene of the Spanish city.
Old street lamps, a decadent poet lying by the river, a musician sitting on a flower bed, playing the guitar. A couple huddled together by the river bank.
But soon, the train left the city and entered the empty wilderness again.
Suddenly.
Silby turned his head to Hoffa and said, "Can you feel it?"
"Feel what?" Hoffa asked.
"The decadence under the prosperity of this country."
"I can't feel it." Hoffa said dryly.
"It's said that Spain is the real Spain after midnight. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems to be true."
Silby said with emotion.
Hoffa didn't know how to respond. He didn't know much about Europe.
After a while, Hoffa asked, "What happened to you just now? Is it some kind of illness?"
"It's not really an illness. But sometimes, I feel like a zombie, a piece of frozen meat."
The train passed by a stone bridge. Silby looked at the river under the bridge and said slowly,
"Sometimes, I feel like I'm slowly rotting in the wheelchair, but at the same time, I'm slowly growing. This kind of contradictory delusion would bring great pain.
Although I don't have the sense of touch, my brain still feels pain. This is an abnormal physiological mechanism. Psychologists call this phantom limb. Some people say that this pain is just phantom pain. But I know that this is not the case. I'm cursed. "
Hoffa didn't know how to respond. Out of instinct, he covered Silby's blanket tighter.
"Are you sympathizing with me?" Silby suddenly asked.
Hoffa said softly, "No."
"The strong don't need sympathy. This is the teachings of our family," Silby said.
"But you need help. That's the truth," Hoffa said lightly.
"If you want to help, there's a cigarette under the wheelchair. Can I trouble you to take it out?"
Hoffa bent down. Sure enough, there was a small secret compartment under the wheelchair. There were magazines, candies, some drugs, and even a gun.
In the deepest part, Hoffa saw a silver cigarette case.
He opened the cigarette case. Inside was white paper and tobacco.
He hesitated for a moment, but still pulled out the white paper. "How do I do this?"
"Don't Hogwarts have cigarette classes?" Silby laughed.
"Does Boothbottom have one?" Hoffa retorted.
"No, help me roll it."
Silby said.
Hoffa rolled it for a long time. He couldn't roll it because he had never touched cigarettes before.
"Bring it to me."
Silby stuck out his tongue.
Hoffa put the cigarette to his lips.
Silby licked the cigarette and signaled Hoffa to roll it with his eyes.
Sure enough, he licked it and it was like a layer of glue. The cigarette was quickly rolled up.
Hoffa lit the match and helped Silby light it.
In the dark night, a red light lit up.
He took a deep breath and breathed out white smoke. When Hoffa put the cigarette to his mouth again, he shook his head, indicating that he didn't need it.
Hoffa put out the cigarette he had only taken a puff from.
Silby: "I wasn't born like this. At least 11 years ago, I could still run and jump."
Looking at the river, Silby said nostalgically.
"Then why are you?"
"My fate has been sealed by a curse. My family is also cursed. This is a curse from the depths of history," Silby said.
"Is it related to the key in Ossivia?" Hoffa asked.
Silby slowly turned his head and looked at Hoffa. It was a strange look of scrutiny.
Suddenly, he asked, "Are you willing to be my secretary?"
"What?"
"When I was in Morocco, I said I could provide you with a long-term job. Are you willing? "
Hoffa thought of his proposal to drop out of school and shook his head. "I won't give up school."
Silby's dim eyes became even dimmer.
"What a pity, you are me."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Boom!
The train shook heavily as if it had encountered some kind of obstacle and slowly came to a stop.
Hoffa looked at the empty wilderness outside. At this moment, a touch of pink appeared in the dark blue night sky. Dawn was coming.
Change passengers?
But there was no station here.
Hoffa was a little vigilant. His spiritual force field quickly searched for the possibility of other wizards within the carriage.
However, within a radius of fifty meters, he didn't find any other wizard's spiritual force field, except for the senior Ossivia who was sleeping fifty meters away from him.
"What's wrong?" Hoffa opened his eyes and turned to Silby. "What's the situation?"
Silby shook his head and said softly, "I don't know, but if I pay you, can you protect me if something happens?"
Hoffa didn't answer. He continued to open his spiritual force field and began to be alert.
At this moment, the carriage shook and started to move on the tracks again.
Hoffa, who found nothing, opened his eyes and frowned.
Was he overthinking?
At this moment, the tungsten lights in the empty carriage flickered, and an old woman pushing a small trailer slowly walked over from the aisle with tinkling sounds.
She was very old and walked very, very slowly. There was no magic fluctuation on her body.
She wasn't a wizard.
She was just a Muggle who sold breakfast in the morning.
But for safety reasons, Hoffa slowly stood in front of Silby.
The old woman pushed the cart and squeaked past.
When she passed through the corridor, she saw Hoffa standing by the window. She revealed a smile with only a few teeth left.
“?
Ida? "(Do you want snacks?)
Hoffa didn't understand what she was saying, so he waved his hand and motioned for her to leave quickly.
“es
Barato. "(Very cheap.)
“te
Gustar. "(You must like it.)
The old woman said a few more words, her hands still rummaging through the snacks. From time to time, she took out bread or candy and waved it in front of Hoffa's eyes.
Hoffa frowned and waved his hand.
Seeing that Hoffa kept refusing, she muttered a few more words, took back her snacks, pushed her cart, opened the wooden door to the first class carriage, and squeaked towards the empty first class carriage.
Seeing her leave, Hoffa's somewhat tense nerves relaxed.
He was slightly relieved.
But at this moment, a breeze blew in from the open window of the first class carriage. The moving train passed through a curve at a wide angle.
Hoffa was caught off guard and his body tilted to one side.
The old woman's body also tilted.
Her robe was blown up by the wind. At this moment, Hoffa keenly saw that the old woman's arm in front of him was actually glowing with a black-purple metallic luster.
He suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The old woman, who had already walked more than five meters away, suddenly turned around, tilted her body, and pulled out two huge black pistols from the cart piled with snacks at lightning speed, aiming at Silby.
The hair on Hoffa's forehead stood up.
Without thinking, he waved his magic wand, and the wand suddenly turned into a huge silver shield. He knelt on one knee and blocked in front of himself with the shield.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Tongues of fire spewed out.
At that moment, at least five or six bullets fell on the shield.
The sound of impact and impact was incessant. Hoffa hid behind the shield, his scalp tingling.
It was an assassin.
The gunshots stopped. Hoffa turned his head to look at Silby. He was sitting in a wheelchair, his face pale and his expression solemn.
His mind raced, thinking of Raymond who was assassinated, and the Ministry of Magic who was shot dead. And the so-called key.
The other party might be targeting Silby!
The shield slowly narrowed, but Hoffa could not see anyone through the gap of the shield.
The old woman who was pushing the cart disappeared from the carriage.
Only the cart was left on the ground.
Hoffa slowly stood up, the shield turned back into a magic wand. He did not dare to relax in the slightest, his nerves were tense to the extreme.
The strong wind outside the carriage blew the curtains, Hoffa took two steps forward, inspecting the surroundings.
Two soft sounds were heard.
At this moment, suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps from above the carriage.
Hoffa was frightened, and immediately raised his arm.
The exhaust fan smashed down first, followed by a grey figure.
The grey clothed old woman fell directly from the ventilation duct of the train, and heavily punched Hoffa.
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