278 Chapter 78, the Strongest Prison

Looking at the woman carrying a skirt and walking up the stairs, Fatil was stunned for a moment, and Hoffa, who was locked in the planetarium, was also stunned. Afterwards, a strong ominous feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. , Is there something I have overlooked?

"Minister Draces, what's wrong with you, you look lost?" The tall woman stood upright in front of Fatil, who was hunched over, and said coldly, "This is not the attitude a demon king should have."

"Spencel. Aren't you, aren't you coming?"

In astonishment, Fatil called out his secretary's last name.

Hoffa looked at Delphine, heard her Spencer's surname, and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind. He finally understood why he felt that this woman's name was familiar.

Delphine Spencer! ?

That was five years ago, before entering the first grade, when he had no money to enroll, Indo, the liar goblin at that time, took him to Gringotts, borrowing the name of a declining family to cheat himself out of tuition fees.

And the false identity he gave himself was Delphine's younger brother, Sylby.

However, it wasn't until the second grade that he met another member of the Spencer family, Sylby, the crazy headmaster who almost destroyed Hogwarts, the one who can only board on the offspring and rely on the blood of the offspring Come fight against the super madman of the Slytherin curse, the half-human king!

After trying to understand the relationship, Hoffa trembled like chaff all over his body. He never imagined that the woman who sent Chloe to him, the old opponent of the guy who claimed to be the Secretary of the Ministry of Magic, was the last time he met. A man, this meeting turned into a woman.

"It's you.!!!"

In the planetarium, Hoffa was frightened and angry, unable to control himself.

"You finally remembered me."

Delphine, no, Sylby turned her head and smiled, and said in an extremely teasing and resentful tone: "It's so sad that you can't even recognize him when he's been around you so many times. , Is your impression of me so shallow?"

"Run!! Fatil!!"

The resentful tone caused Hoffa's hairs to explode. At this moment, yin and yang were reversed, and all the situations were completely reversed. With a trembling voice, he shouted at Fatiel in fear and despair.

But it was too late, and the bald woman shot like lightning, hooked Fatil's neck directly, and patted his stunned face: "Of course I'm coming, I have worked hard for me, I have to Thank you."

She grinned, and then unambiguously pulled out a black branch from her waist, hugged Fatier's neck and inserted it straight into his lower abdomen.

"stop!!"

Hoffa roared wildly, and in the turbulent emotional ups and downs, four wings grew out of his back, trying to break free from the shackles of the strange metal, and flew towards the two on the high platform. But the strange metal stuck to him like brushed cheese.

boom! !

Hoffa, with four wings on his back, was pulled back heavily into the planetarium by an irresistible force. The force was so great that he smashed through the metal belt and was pulled into the electric current-filled interior of the rotating planetarium.

Puff.

There was a very inconspicuous sound.

Fatil looked at the extra black thorn growing out of his lower abdomen, until now, his expression was still dull and stunned.

"No no no no.!"

Inside the planetarium, Hoffa struggled crazily and flew towards Fatil again, but bumped into the energy shell brought by the rotation of the planetarium again and again, like a moth to a flame.

Sylby yanked out the black mistletoe.

The black air flashed by, and Fatil stared blankly at his chest, then at the smiling woman behind him, until a thick black air floated out from his wound, and he realized what had happened. He closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, he was relieved and relieved, as well as extremely melancholy and helpless.

thump.

He knelt down on the ground, held his hand on the railing, looked at the boy in the distant planetarium, and murmured softly: "You promised me Hoffa"

Afterwards, he was head down, slipped and fell to the ground silently, and slipped at the feet of his secretary, the tall bald woman. His blue eyes widened.

"Oh God."

Looking at those eyes, Hoffa was so painful that he almost fainted. His whole body was cold, and he bent down in the huge planetarium, covering his lower abdomen, and his heart convulsed and almost stopped beating.

The bald woman turned her head slightly, looked at the boy in extreme pain, stepped over Fatil's body gracefully, and held the joystick of the Arrow of Time.

"Brother, I'm dreaming. I'm looking forward to this day, cough cough cough cough"

"Cough cough cough cough."

Suddenly, she bent over and coughed violently, barely able to help herself. She coughed until she gushed out a puff of bitter juice, and then she barely stood up holding the joystick, her skin was as pale as paper, and her posture was extremely weak, but that handsome face was full of arrogance and surly, she looked locked in the Hoffa in the planetarium said weakly and intermittently:

"Hey, hey hey, cough, cough, cough, guess the strongest prison cage in the world. What is cough? Oswell Oswitin? Bus bottom? Keke. Or, still Azkaban, or Azkaban ? Cough cough cough cough."

She was coughing out of breath, as if she had exhausted all her strength just to speak, she held the joystick, her tone was vicissitudes, as if she was asking Hoffa, and she seemed to be asking God.

"Silby"

"Silby!"

"Silby!!"

Hoffa crawled inside the planetarium, holding on to the energy field until the flashlight burned, and he didn't realize it. The desperation of being calculated made him unable to speak. He was so angry that the only thing he could do was to repeat his name. There is only endless regret and unwillingness in my heart, why I didn't find out earlier, why I didn't think about it more, why I was full of Grindelwald but forgot my real enemy.

"Neither."

Sylby said to himself, coughing and laughing:

"Yeah. Ahem. Fuck. Fuck. Time, smoothen. Smoothen people's edges and corners, kill... people's passion, swallow people's will, even, even... let your body, gone forever Nothing is a stronger prison than time hehehehhhhhhhhhhhh”

finished laughing.

Click! !

Accompanied by the heavy pull of the control lever.

The arrow of time rotates ninety degrees clockwise.

1→50

The huge planetarium turned suddenly, and Chloe, who was floating in mid-air, was directly melted into the endless current.

No! ! !

Hoffa opened his mouth to the base of his ears, and his mouth was full of sharp teeth, but he didn't make a sound.

The dense silver-white light completely overwhelmed him, and the endless power pushed and pulled him, pulling him into the long river of crazily flowing time, and pulling him into the rolling wheel of fate.

The last thing he saw was the woman smiling and mouthing a few letters.

see you forever

Spinning, dappled, shattered, nightmares, blood, magic, death, hope, despair, disillusionment, rebirth.

Quiet without the slightest sound.

Cold as a god, indifferent as a law.

A giant tortoise stands on the back of another giant tortoise, and a giant tortoise stands on the back of another giant tortoise. Countless giant tortoises are layered on top of each other, forming a long and endless tower, and the tower bends to form a The winding giant snake, the giant snake with its tail in its mouth, is intertwined with each other, and each snake ring has become a pattern on the back of a giant turtle.

The comet flashed across the sky and turned into dust before it hit the ground.

The trees grow crazily, the sky blinks, and the blink of an eye is miserable. The lizard sticks out its tongue and reaches for the flies flying in the air, but before catching its prey, it withers, decays, and turns to ashes.

The lover came to him, begging for a hug, but after the instant warmth of the touch, they turned away.

Everything flows, lost and regained, gained and lost again, the stars are swaying, the sun and the moon alternate, bright and dim, and the tide rises and falls, the rivers and rivers go east and west, the dead are like this, the beauty is dead, the sea is turbulent, the mortal world is gone, a river sway in the wind.

Countless strange pictures flashed before Hoffa's eyes, and he didn't feel that he had been lying on the ground for a long, long time until he fell heavily to the ground.

"Silby"

The sound is undetectable.

He murmured a name subconsciously, and he felt a little strange and distant. The intense emotions that had been violent just now had long since dissipated, and he looked at the dark dome, but he could see nothing except some large boxes and tarpaulins that were indistinct.

Memories flooded my mind.

"Fatier"

He yelled again, this time the exhaled air blew the top layer of cobwebs, rustling dust fell into his mouth, he slowly got up, the joints on his body made a crackling sound.

His vision was so broken that his own eyes seemed to have turned into kaleidoscopes. His body was so exhausted that he could hardly stand upright. He grabbed a black tarp beside him and managed not to fall.

But within a few seconds, he still fell to the ground, his legs trembling with pain.

"Chloe"

Memories gurgled out of his mind, he exhaled, rolled up a cloud of dust, and knelt and lay down exhausted.

"Sylby Fatil. Chloe. Sylby Fatil. Chloe."

He repeated these three names, completely unaware of where he was, besides the tarp with thick dust piled up beside him, it was still a tarp.

It wasn't until there was a hard object that caused his knee pain that he got up mechanically from the ground again, and took out the hard object. It was a crystal necklace with dim light, exquisitely crafted and very beautiful.

Out of some instinct, he subconsciously grasped the necklace firmly, supported the tarpaulin beside him, and walked out little by little. A row of shambling footprints was left behind.

"Sylby Fatil Chloe."

He repeated the three names unconsciously, and walked up the empty stairs. He didn't know where to go, he just instinctively felt that he should go out, find help, find some water, find some food, find some night

Instead, after a long journey, what he saw was the glare of the sun. It shone through the high, invisible dome skylight and shone on Hoffa's face, making him almost dizzy.

He held on to the wall beside him, fumbled around, and found a button, then leaned against the wall and gasped for breath, with a burning pain in his chest.

After a while, there was a pleasant sound.

Ding dong.

"The ninth floor is here."

A door opened, and the chirping and chattering was a headache. He was panting, his mind was in turmoil.

Until someone shouted, "Hey, can you get in, the elevator is leaving."

It wasn't until he realized that he subconsciously rolled over and got into the magnificent elevator.

The elevator is full of people.

But none Hoffa recognized.

"It's from the Disaster Reversal Department." Someone asked him sympathetically.

"Hehe." Hoffa held the necklace in his hand firmly, panting.

"It's so pitiful, the interns these days are really having a hard time."

Someone said sympathetically.

"Who said it wasn't? When I first came to practice, George sent me to fix a Muggle toilet. The toilet was cursed and sprayed when pressed."

"Yeah, you're disgusting."

"Don't talk about that, by the way, has your department found Bertha Jorkins?"

"not yet."

"It's strange, it doesn't take so long to go on vacation, Albania is so fun?"

"Never mind her, that woman is always neurotic, and it's not surprising where she goes."

Ding dong.

Sweet female voice: "The sixth floor, Department of Magical Transportation, including the Floo Network Management Bureau, the Broomstick Management and Control Bureau, the Portkey Office and the Apparition Test Center."

The elevator stopped, and the crowd came in and out, and in and out.

Listening to the female voice in his ear, Hoffa knew that he was still in the Ministry of Magic.

"Sylby Fatil. Chloe Miranda Miranda."

Thinking of his friend who was locked outside the phone booth, he seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, his chaotic and lifeless eyes regained some clarity, and he pressed his palm directly to the first floor.

The elevator stopped.

He was pushed out of the elevator by those people wearing tall hats, pushing and bumping into him, like a bouncing ball in the crowd, the air was full of annoying paper airplanes, and dazzling almost bright lights. Blind sunshine.

He lowered his head and tightly grasped the necklace in his hand. Staggering through the crowded fireplace corridor, crowded in the crowd, came to the London streets under the scorching sun.

glaring.

bright.

The snow and ice of Christmas have long since disappeared. On the wide and smooth asphalt road, a red double-decker bus gallops past. Pedestrians are chatting leisurely. Colorful balloons are flying in the air. There are glamorous brand-name shops on the side of the road. Skateboards slid down the steps, couples kissed on the side of the street, and Ferrari galloped past, making the roar of blasting the street.

A figure in the distance caught Hoffa's attention.

"Miranda"

He stumbled over.

When I got closer, I realized that it was just a poster on a billboard.

On the billboard, a cool man wearing sunglasses held a gun, and in his arms was a girl holding a paper bag. The girl looked a bit like Miranda, but she was definitely not her.

Looking at the billboard, Hoffa fell to the ground with a plop.

He sat under the poster of "This Killer Is Not So Cold". Looking at Jean Reno's cool big nose in the picture, he was in a trance.

1994.

Fifty years later.

(to be continued)