267 Chapter 67, Empty

"Which flavor do you like?"

asked the owner of the ice cream shop.

This should be a sunny street, and the brilliant light shone on the white table, shining brightly.

"What flavor?"

Hoffa was sprawled over a table behind the ice cream parlor, brimming with enthusiasm.

"There are two flavors."

The boss stood by the vat on the left side of the bar, pressed the switch, and a ball of light blue and white ice cream spun out from the opening: "Well, this flavor is mint and vanilla, and it will make you mesmerized. High spirits and a passion for life!"

Snapped.

The boss put the ice cream in front of Hoffa, turned around and went to another vat behind the bar, pressed the switch, and a ball of red ice cream circled out of the machine: "This one tastes like strawberry and rum, although It doesn't have the previous kind of stimulation and excitement, but it can let you find a kind of long-lasting gentleness and sweetness in the hot summer, which lasts for a long time."

Two ice creams, one red and one blue, were placed on the snow-white table and pushed over. The boss asked, "Which one do you want?"

"this"

Hoffa hesitated for a while, then waved his hand: "Oh, children only make choices, and I want them all."

The boss shook his head, "No, our store only sells one flavor, and each person can only choose one."

"Um"

"Um"

"Um"

Hoffa was very conflicted. He gnawed on his fingernails, looked at the two cups of ice cream with different styles in front of him, thought for a long time, then stretched out his finger and pointed to the blue and white cup of mint vanilla flavor: "Forget it, I still want this."

"Are you sure?"

The boss pointed to the blue and white ice cream and asked with a smile.

"this"

Hoffa stared at the red ice cream for a long time, hesitated for a long time, and finally moved his eyes away, gritted his teeth, "Forget it, I want this."

The boss pushed him the blue-and-white ice cream and then threw the red cup into the trash.

"What are you doing!" Hoffa yelled, "Don't give it to me."

"It's not that I don't want it, it's that you don't want it."

The boss shrugged: "Let's go, we are closed today."

Holding the blue and white ice cream in his hand, Hoffa turned and left depressed and puzzled. But looking at the ice cream in his hand, he felt better again. He licked it happily, and the moment he took it in, it was like kissing a peerless beauty, every pore on his body opened comfortably.

"Ah~"

He smiled and licked the blue and white ice cream in his hand, and as he licked it, he suddenly felt that the red ice cream that he didn't choose should also taste good.

After thinking about it, he started running back again, wanting to ask the boss if he could find a way to try that flavor of ice cream for himself.

No, it's okay to dig it out of the trash can and lick it

But as soon as he walked back, the bright sunlight disappeared, and the surroundings were covered with indelible red, and the air was like cut flesh and blood.

Back at the ice cream shop, the originally clean and bright bar was covered with black and red veins, and dark red blood and unknown human tissues hung on every corner of the wall, which was as terrifying as diseased internal organs.

The ice cream parlor has completely turned into a slaughterhouse.

Countless flies were buzzing and flying, and cockroaches were crawling everywhere.

The ice cream in Hoffa's hand fell to the ground in fright, and he walked extremely slowly to the place where the trash can was originally placed. In that bucket, there was no red ice cream, only a bloody human head.

"ah!!"

The screams were drowned out by the car horns.

Hoffa snapped his eyes open. He held his chest tightly, sweating all over him.

He was sitting in a bus, and there was a flash of scenery outside the window, with tall buildings and dark night. The young man reflected on the glass, with cold sweat on his forehead, and deep fear in his golden eyes.

After a while, he let go of his hand and took out a round glass ball from his chest. The monster inside the glass ball was watching him quietly.

Another nightmare.

hateful!

He stuffed the glass ball back into his chest, not wanting to say a word.

The God of Nightmare did not break his promise, as long as he accidentally fell asleep, he would definitely have a nightmare. This was already the third nightmare he had accidentally had in the past few days.

Heavy on the shoulders.

Looking sideways, the thick wine-red hair hung from his shoulders to his chest. He could hear the soft breathing under the red hair, and he felt a little more at ease. The nun was sleeping soundly beside him.

"Hee hee hee"

Low laughter sounded from beside him.

Hoffa lifted his head from his shoulders, and poked his head out unhappily. Under the dim light of the bus, a few little boys and girls sitting next to him were dangling their calves, looking at him and giggling.

"What are you laughing laughing!?"

Hoffa reprimanded in a low voice.

The little girl looked at him and made a shy gesture of shaving her face.

"Human kid is big!"

Hoffa reprimanded again, in exchange for more grimaces.

He sat back helplessly. The nun was already awake, rubbing her eyes and yawning. Seeing him sitting down, she smiled and patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to relax.

At this time, the driver driving in front said: "Sir, the Tower Bridge is here. Do you plan to get off in the South End or the North End?"

"Just get off the bridge," Hoffa replied. "I can walk the rest of the way by myself."

"OK."

The driver stepped on the brakes, and the bus slowly stopped on the bridge between the two towers. Under the bridge, there was the Thames River. On the river not far away, the British warship "Belfast" is still parked, and the battleship is brightly lit.

It had been a week since they killed Mance, and after no opponent stopped him, he sent Chloe to his destination, London, England, in just a few days.

However, in order to deceive others, he did not use any magical means, but instead chartered a bus and drove to this place where he had been away for more than a year.

After paying the driver, Hoffa took the nun and the group of children out of the car, and the group of children ran around excitedly as soon as they got out of the car, seeing everything new.

They all cried out in unison when a cargo ship passed Tower Bridge and the bridge deck below it opened.

As the bus drove away, Hoffa asked Chloe, "How can I contact Nicole Flamel?"

"I don't know, Delphine told me that if I go back to London, someone will definitely pick me up."

Hoffa: "."

Chloe seemed quite natural. She stood on Tower Bridge and looked at the buildings in the distance: "I haven't been back here for many, many years, why don't you take me around first?"

"Okay, let's turn then."

Hoffa didn't have a very good idea either. He gathered the group of children together and didn't let them run around. Then he took Chloe and the group of children to wander aimlessly in London.

London in 1943 was far from what it was in later generations, with luxury cars all over the streets and brand-name shops everywhere, maybe ten years back it would still be the same. But the huge ravages brought by the war left the whole city in a bleak atmosphere.

However, as one of the largest cities in the world, its huge population size is still not comparable to that of a small city like Bournemouth. He could see countless scaffoldings on Big Ben in the distance, black cars were running by, most pedestrians were wearing black umbrellas, their expressions were numb and in a hurry, notices of enlistment were posted on all the walls he could see. Only the occasional flashing neon lights and some pine tree branches remind Hoffa that Christmas time is not too far away.

But none of this affected Chloe's mood. She put her hands behind her back, walked backwards in front of Hoffa, and asked with a smile, "Where are you going after that?"

"It's not clear yet."

Hoffa replied honestly that the Ministry of Magic hadn't arrived yet, and he was reluctant to think about future plans before completely sending the nun away.

"Then is there anything in particular you want to do?" She turned around and stood shoulder to shoulder with Hoffa.

"What do you want to do in particular?"

"That's right, it's the future life, dreams or something like that?"

"What are you asking this for?"

"This battle can't be fought endlessly. When the war is over, you have to settle down. You can't keep floating."

"Well, go back and find Norber, and continue to make alchemy weapons with him." Hoffa said uncertainly.

"Do you want to do this kind of thing for the rest of your life?"

"Well."

Hoffa scratched his head, noncommittal.

But Chloe looked at him with some reluctance, so he thought carefully and said, "Actually, I want to open a store in the wizard market, and then sell all kinds of things."

"What are you selling?"

"Hmm potions, maybe."

Hoffa subconsciously expressed his choice: "What do you think?"

"That's great. When this war is over, I will open a monastery, and then you will open a potion shop next to me, and we can be neighbors."

"A neighbor? But my surname is not Wang."

He muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Chloe asked puzzled.

"nothing."

Hoffa laughed at the stalk that only he knew: "I'm talking nonsense."

"correct,"

Chloe stopped suddenly, and the two stopped him when they passed a fountain in Prancing Horse Square, their expressions became a little serious.

"What's the matter?" Hoffa was alert.

"You said, tell me the reason for sending me back to London, can you tell me now?"

"Ahem. You haven't forgotten yet"

Hoffa coughed a few times, and countless words flashed through his mind. After thinking for a long time, he almost sorted out his thoughts, and straightened his expression: "I have a very good friend."

"Chloe!!"

A cry of surprise interrupted the chat between the two.

Looking up, a group of men in standard Muggle suits turned out behind a public phone booth under a row of apartment buildings in the distance. A bald head stepped out from the crowd, and it was a tall female bald head. She excitedly waved at the two of them.

"look here!!"

It took Hoffa a while to recognize the bald woman. She was the employee of the Ministry of Magic who entrusted him with the escort task in France at that time, Fatil's secretary, Delphine.

She was wearing a lace dress with a black ruffled turtleneck that might have been from the nineteenth century but looked inexplicably stylish, her waist straight and poised.

Then, another very old man with a stooped waist came from behind the bald woman. He was holding a cane and looked at the crowd with a smile on his face.

The old man still has hair, it's just cut very short. Hoffa could see a brown scalp through his loose white hair. When he laughed, he showed two rows of teeth, but two or three were missing from the bottom and back.

However, it was the old man's eyes that left the deepest impression on him. In his opinion, those eyes did not seem to have left any traces of time, nor did they feel cloudy or lifeless at all. On the contrary, it is as clear as a young man.

Hoffa stopped chatting and his expression became serious. Even if he didn't say anything, he knew who the person was, Nicole Flamel, one of the most famous alchemists in history.

The bald woman, Delphine, walked up to the old man with the help of a meteor, stood in front of Hoffa and Chloe, and praised: "Look, I just said that it's right to leave this matter to him, right?"

The old man ignored her. He looked at Chloe and opened his arms to hug her, but Chloe took a step back, hid behind Hoffa, and said with some embarrassment: "Long time no see, Grandpa."

The inexplicable resistance made Nicole May a little embarrassed. He withdrew his arm and reached out to Hoffa: "I've heard about you for a long time, but I just saw you today. Thank you for your help, thank you so much."

"Well, you're welcome." Hoffa shook the palm that was as old as bark, "You are younger than I thought."

"You are taller and more handsome than I imagined." Nicole May held him with both hands.

Hoffa pouted, too lazy to be polite, he let go of his body, and pushed Chloe out, "It's over, I don't want to bother you, I don't have after-sales service, so if something happens in the future, don't come to me again .”

"Natural. Natural"

"that's for sure."

Both Delphine and Nico laughed, only Chloe lowered her head, her face pale.

Hoffa didn't want to stay here for too long. Anyway, Nicole Flamel took care of Chloe, which must be more reliable than his temporary bodyguard. After all, in the past six months, I haven't seen any benefits at all, and I have struggled with countless weird wizards and monsters, almost costing my life.

This kind of stupid thing, Hoffa thinks it is enough to do it once in a lifetime.

As for what Fatil, the current Minister of Magic, will use her abilities, he probably knows, but he doesn't want to participate because he doesn't want to see that man at all.

After pushing Chloe to Nicolas May, he planned to leave immediately. However, as soon as he turned back and took two steps, a shout came from behind:

"Wait a mininute."

Looking back, I saw Chloe greeted Nicole Flamel very politely, ran to Hoffa's side in three steps and two steps, and asked quickly: "Do you have any wishes to realize by yourself?" No, I hope I can help you achieve it."

After a pause, she said again: "Tell me, if I can do it, I will help you!"

"ah"

With his hands behind his back, Hoffa looked down at his shoelaces with a melancholy expression. But when he raised his head, there was already a bright smile on his face: "Actually, no, it's nice to meet you, Miss LeMay."

Chloe didn't smile, she stood in the chilly air and looked at him seriously, "Is that all?"

Hoffa glanced at the crowd behind her and sighed secretly. He wanted to hug her very much. He knew that Chloe would definitely not refuse, but his impulse turned into restraint in the end. He finally just patted the nun on the shoulder ,"Let's go back."

"Good-bye, Mr. Bach."

"goodbye."

She slowly walked back to the waiting line. Nicole Flamel took off his robe and put it on her body, supported her shoulders, and nodded to Hoffa, who also nodded to him.

crackling.

There was a soft sound.

Nicole May, Chloe and the group of children turned into a wisp of smoke, and Apparation disappeared.

Only the bald woman was left at the scene, looking at him with a half-smile.