Chapter 205
Sector 7, which is next to Eiffel Tower, has a lot of commercial streets and many Fortress City-style buildings. Most of these buildings are some monasteries and religious chapels.
After saying goodbye to Norbert near Eiffel Tower, Hoffa is ready to go home.
But at this moment, the inexplicable sense of prying from the daytime once again rises in the mind. He stopped, standing on the asphalt road where the night wind roared and looked back.
No one was seen.
He wrinkled frowned and opened up the spirit strength field. Suddenly the entire world became a black and white, two colors line drawing. His spirit scanned the ground like a radar, but he still didn’t perceive anything else. Traces of biological existence.
"Strange..."
Hoffa whispered.
The mental perception is turned off, and the world returns to normal again.
He is good at spirit and perception. Since he reached a compromise with the emptiness in his heart a year ago, his perception and intuition have been greatly improved, even for top wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald, even if he is now playing They can't beat them, but they absolutely can't escape their own perception. As long as he deliberately scans, he doesn't think anyone can escape their perception, even Disillusionment Charm.
Will it be the woman from the Ministry of Magic? Hoffa thought.
He glanced at the remaining magic power on the glove. There was still a lot of surplus. He didn't dare to save the magic power anymore. He immediately walked into the ghost and disappeared into the air erraticly.
Passing around two streets full of black old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz, came to a tree-lined community. He just showed his figure.
Behind the shadow of the whirling tree, he could see a few German officers in black uniforms standing on the street, wondering what they were whispering.
Seeing this scene, Hoffa quickly lowered her head. This is the most powerful era of German power. As long as it is occupied by Germany, there are silhouettes of the Grand Guardian everywhere.
The Grand Guardian didn't notice Hoffa. He hurried to the row of facade houses without attracting anyone's attention, took out a bunch of keys, and opened one of the wooden doors.
You can see it is a very good residence. Although the area is not large, the floor is covered with wool carpets with winding patterns, refrigerators and TVs, and there are three crystal chandeliers on the ceiling. There is not much environmental protection in this era. Conceptually, there are even lion heads and several ivory ornaments hanging on the walls.
There was a pair of rattan slippers waiting to be changed, but Hoffa didn't want to change it. He staggered to the sofa and collapsed on the sofa.
It is Hoffa’s temporary home and the site where the Germans live. Basically except this area, every day all other places in Paris will be routinely searched.
After Norbert bought this house from an Italian muggle half a year ago, they took this place as a safe house and collected all kinds of useful and useless information here.
After paralyzed for a long time, he took off the mechanical glove on his arm and threw it forward.
clang!
The metal glove hit the marble tabletop, making a heavy sound. On the coffee table, in addition to metal gloves, there were scattered paper currency in rolls, money from various countries, and a black pistol.
He closed his eyes and tried to sleep for a while, but maybe the conflict at night was a bit fierce, and he didn't fall asleep, so he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, starting to daze.
He is the only person in the empty and dark house. This house is about three meters high. There will always be a slight bounce of marbles from the ceiling, which seems to be trying to seduce him upstairs to investigate. Something.
The grandfather clock in the corner swings back and forth. Make a ticking sound.
About ten minutes later, Hoffa frowned somewhat irritably.
......creak...!
With a palpitating sound of twisting gears
Under the action of transfiguration, the parts of the corner pendulum twisted into muggle.
He picked up the pistol on the coffee table and stared at the gun for a long time. Some dusty memories suddenly broke into his brain.
Don’t know why, he suddenly thought of Silby. In this brief moment, he started to sympathize with that guy. After sitting in a wheelchair for hundreds of years, how did he survive this damn long river of time? of.
I used magic to stop the bell from ringing, and the surroundings fell into complete silence, except for the happy laughter and cheerful voices from the home of the German military officer in the distance.
He threw the gun away, a helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, got up from the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, and turned on the TV.
In 1942, although there was no Internet and not much high technology, some of the most basic information technology had already taken shape, at least it was no problem to understand the news.
It's just that if you want to understand everything and understand the meaning, you have to spend some brain cells translating German, and he just doesn't want to spend more brain cells.
The flashing **** pictures on the black and white TV, Hitler's raised arms, inflammatory speeches, the soldiers marched neatly, and banners with swastikas hung everywhere on the eaves.
Hoffa became drowsy for a while.
Pattern.
The faint sound of changing shoes came from the hallway.
While half asleep and half awake, the feeling of being peeped rose again.
The chaotic drowsiness is completely absent, and reason dominates his brain. He suddenly opened his eyes and shot from the sofa like lightning. Not even think entered the ghost stroll.
dong!!
A muffled sound.
"Ah...!"
Screams echoed in the room.
After that, the scream stopped abruptly, as if pressing the off button of the volume.
A black figure was caught by Hoffa and pressed heavily on the refrigerator in the dinning hall. The refrigerator vibrated violently, and the decoration and ceramic crackle on the top smashed to the ground.
I don't know when from today, he has always felt faintly discernable being followed. Didn't expect this guy to follow him into the house. What kind of concealment is this guy.
"I caught you!"
Hoffa clenched something warm and soft in his hands, and the right hand snapped his fingers.
"Fluorescence dancing!"
Four or five spots of light fluttered from his palm, illuminating the room,
After seeing the stalker clearly, The terrifying expression on Hoffa's face gradually solidified.
He thought it was the bald woman from Ministry of Magic who was following him, but he didn't.
The one who was pinched in front of her neck was a young girl who was slightly younger than herself. She was slender and wore a loose and dirty daoist robe, which seemed to belong to the nearby monastery. nun.
This young nun has a very ugly appearance. Her face is messed up with crude makeup, her cheeks bulged high, and her face is like a scar left after being burned.
A stranger.
"Who are you? How did you come in?"
Hoffa grabbed the nun’s neck, didn’t dare to relax, could keep following herself, and even entered the house, this guy is sure It's not as weak as it seems.
"You...you first...let go."
The nun grabbed his arm and beat him twice.
Hoffa did not let go: "Do you have a special hiding method, as long as I let go, you will leave the concealed disappearance, right?"
"No... .. No,"
The nun's scar face is gradually reddening, "You...you let go first. I'm not...coming for trouble..."
This sentence was spoken in slurred English.
Hoffa hesitated for a moment, but still chose to let it go.
As soon as he let go, the young girl collapsed on the ground, clutching her neck and coughing violently.
"Cough...cough..."
After coughing for a long time, the young girl clutched her red and swollen neck hoarsely and said: "Are you a brain There is a problem...? frightened and flustered! It scares me to death."
"Who are you and what is the purpose?"
Hoffa said indifferently: "I will give you ten Explain in seconds."
"Don't you remember me?"
The Scarfaced nun said angrily: "We just met two hours ago."
"I have never seen you."
Hoffa said directly.
The strange young girl waved her hand in front of Hoffa's eyes: "Do you really remember it?"
"What an international joke, I haven't seen you. Leave now Here, don't force me to call the police."
Hoffa said solemnly.
"haha, you are so funny, the wizard is calling the police."
The nun was happy.
Hoffa's face collapsed. He felt that the other party was playing tricks on himself.
Seeing that the man in front of him looked more and more impatient, the nun quickly said:
"Well, it seems that you really don’t remember. Then let me tell you. Only werewolf locked in the room, he was going to eat us, you saved us."
Hoffa was taken aback, and then it occurred to him that he did save a few people in Durant’s bar, but It was all casual, and I didn't think much about it, let alone remember the looks of the people inside.
The nun said again: "I wanted to thank you very much, but I didn't find a suitable dress, so..."
"So you followed me secretly? "
Hoffa's voice is ironic: "If that's the case, you have a hundred ways to thank me, but you chose the worst one. Who asked you to follow me?"
"No one, I want to come by myself, I want to find someone to help us. I and..."
As we talked, the strange nun suddenly covered her Stopping her mouth, she rolled her eyes: "A friend of yours and I are wandering outside now and want to ask you to borrow something." When she spoke, her eyes were erratic in the house. Turning around, Hoffa became more vigilant. Don't say that the other party is an ugly girl with a scarred face, even a peerless beauty, sneaking into someone's home at this time is not what he welcomes, and there are too many secrets in his body that cannot be revealed.
He stretched out his hand to open the door and push him out, but the nun blocked the door. Seriously said:
"Don't push, do you know you are going to die!"
"What?"
Listening to her, Hoffa is a little bit Startled for a while.
"Really, I'm here to remind you."
The nun said seriously.
"Okay, do you want to talk about how I died?"
The nun thought for a moment, spread her hand, "I just want to die, become fragments, become ashes, etc. Right..."
Hoffa's eyes widened.
The nun patted his shoulder: "But don't be afraid, as long as you can lend me something, you won't die."
"What do you borrow?"
The nun pointed to the coffee table: "That."
Hoffa turned around and saw her magic power booster gloves and a bunch of francs on the coffee table.
At this point, he finally knew that the other party not only wanted to steal things, but also used alarmist talks to entertain himself, and his expression became worse.
"Why should I lend you money."
The nun said seriously: "This is for your good."
paused, the ugly nun said:" Although you don’t know what I’m doing now, you will understand in two days."
"What's unfathomable mystery."
Hoffa is very annoyed and said: "I won't do it Charity, god stick!"
He pressed the opponent's shoulder again, this time he was determined to push the stalker out of the door.
Scarfaced nun opened Hoffa's hand in annoyance: "Yes, can't tell good from bad guys, don't push, I will go by myself!"
Finally, she still Sneered in a low voice: "You will regret it, but don't blame me for not reminding you..."
But as soon as she took a step, there was a dense sound of footsteps outside the house.
Hoffa complexion changed, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the house.
The Scarfaced nun almost fell to the ground. She blushed and yelled angrily, "How come you are..."
Before the word "thing" could be spoken, her mouth was covered, and then she saw the young man facing him dignifiedly compare his hand to his lips.
"Shhh."
The strange nun whose mouth was covered stared in horror. Within a few seconds, she heard a knock on the door of dong dong dong.