Chapter 207
Two wizards stood at the door, Hoffa and the Grand Guardian stood face to face. The phone in the room kept ringing, and the face of the world's Grand Guardian was gloomy and uncertain.
"I...take a call."
Hoffa tentatively asked.
The colonel of the SS is calm and nodded.
Hoffa walked to the phone and picked up the handset: "Hey..."
"Let Mueller answer the phone."
On the phone Said bluntly in German.
Müller...Hoffa looked at the gloomy colonel next to him in surprise, and handed him the phone.
"I am looking for you."
The SS Colonel answered the phone suspiciously.
The SS Colonel answered the phone: "Who are you?"
The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what was said.
The Grand Guardian asked: "Oh...weird, why do you have this family's number?"
I don’t know what was said on the other side of the phone. Grand Guardian's expression sneered: "Then what do you have?"
There was no sound on the other end of the phone.
Grand Guardian sighed: "Ah, it’s not true, are you?"
At this time, a sharp female voice came on the phone. She didn’t know what she called, Grand Guardian. His face changed immediately: "Where are you? I will pick you up right away."
I didn't know what was said on the phone, and then hung up.
Put down the phone. The Grand Guardian took a deep breath and coldly smiled at Hoffa with a bewildered look.
"What a misunderstanding, Mr. Rapa, I wish you a good dream and a happy life."
Immediately, he did not give Hoffa a chance to speak, without the slightest hesitation pushing away door.
The wizards of the two wizard associations gave Hoffa a cold look and followed behind the Geshi Grand Guardian. Leaving Hoffa's house in strides.
After the German officer in charge of the search left, there was a dead silence in the house. The skeleton crackle on Hoffa's body made a sound, his body became shorter and thinner, and his hair turned gray.
The effect of Polyjuice Potion disappeared. He sat motionless on the edge of the table, staring straight at the old-fashioned phone in front of him, as if he wanted to stare at the thing.
There is no call reminder and no dial display this year.
If so, he has to find out who actually called himself just now.
The person on the phone didn’t mean to talk nonsense with himself. He knew that there were German military officers in his family, and he might even know the predicament he was in. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so casually resolved. The crisis encountered.
But this didn't make Hoffa feel relaxed and thankful at all.
On the contrary, it made him feel a great crisis. If his every move is under the surveillance of an unknown guy, is there any secret in the eyes of the other party?
It made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Almost restless.
Finally, he stood up very annoyed, raised his hand to smash the light switch, and then strode to his room and lifted the bed board with one hand.
Anyway, he wants to pull out the source of the incident, the strange female thief, or interrogate her, or chase her away as soon as possible, or chase her away after the interrogation... ....
However, when he opened the bedboard of the room, there was no one under the bed, not even a silhouette.
Looking at the empty bed, a faint premonition flooded Hoffa's heart. He immediately opened the cabinet and looked towards the cardboard box he used to hide the magic power booster gloves.
Borrow money...?
Well, there is nothing left in the box. The magic power booster gloves, money, and the pistol are all gone.
Looking at the empty box, Hoffa slammed a fist on the wall, stunned and cursed:
"Fuck...I just I know!"
It doesn't matter if you lose your money, most of your assets are not cash. But that magic power booster glove, but all my hard work for more than a year, without it, my battle strength would drop by at least half!
He searched the house non-stop, but the female thief was completely lost, as if disappeared from the face of the earth.
"What's the matter...a day..."
He was sitting on the mattress with a headache, rubbing it in pain He went to his temple and tried to analyze some useful information from these confusing events, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of any reason.
At night, the sky began to rain, lightning and thunder.
Another shower of rain began to pour down, and the room was pitch black, and occasionally silent lightning flashed by, outlining the rain trails leaking on the windows. Hoffa took off his clothes and lay on his back on the hard mattress.
The hurricane was beating Paris, and when the windows instantly brightened, the thunder blasted through the room, and the afterimage of lightning was reflected on his iris.
Hoffa leaned on the mattress and fell asleep drowsily after experiencing the mess all day.
There are some mottled dreams in his brain, which make him sleep extremely unstable. In his sleep, he always dreams of some memory fragments of the past unconsciously, good or bad... ....
Early the next morning, when the thunderstorm stopped, Hoffa woke up with his hair messed up against dark circles. He looked at the empty box and sighed.
After washing, he walked out of the house and came to the banks of the Seine. Norbert was wearing sunglasses looking at the newspaper and sitting on the wooden chair High Level at the intersection.
Hoffa walked up to him and greeted him listlessly.
"Morning, is the pack ready?"
"Alright."
Norbert put the newspaper together: "I plan to take you to Yaounde , I went there, someone was impossible to find...Wait, what's wrong with you, you look like you're dying?"
"He was thief."
Hoffa Said with a black face.
"A little property was stolen."
"Thief?"
Norbert was shocked.
"What gangster can steal your things, aren't you a spiritual and perceptual wizard?"
"Okay, stop talking."
Hoffa barely cheered up, "Yaoundé, where is that place?"
"Africa. There is a tribal armed group that is willing to pay high prices for our weapons. We have to be before the fifth Send things over."
"What's the date today?"
Hoffa asked casually.
"September 1st." Norbert said, "Why don't you remember the time."
September 1st, Hoffa was taken aback.
In previous years, he should have boarded the express train to Hogwarts at this time.
The memory made him a little melancholy. He shook his head and threw the thought out of his mind.
"Let's go, let's go. Get out of here quickly."
He calmly said: "This place is against me, it's too bad."
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Without words, the two arrived at the port on the northern coast of Seine-Marne, planning to go all the way to sea from here.
After arriving here, Hoffa found that the entire port was crowded with people, the crowds one after another, they carried large and small bags, and everyone's face was filled with confusion and fear. Those are Jews who are being taken in, and they are about to be transferred from France to Germany.
There are several transport ships moored on the pier, and countless soldiers wearing black leather coats stand near the pier with guns. The Jews lined up one by one, boarded the transport ship under the supervision of the soldiers, waiting for their fate, without exception, they were sent to the concentration camp and then died.
"These people will get retribution."
Norbert sighed.
"Retribution...who will come?"
Hoffa's lips tucked into a sneered smile.
Norbert gave an ear warning: "That’s not you, don’t worry, we will leave as soon as we get on the boat."
The two were about to leave, but Hoffa’s toes hit a When he looked down at the glass tube subconsciously, it turned out to be an old-fashioned syringe with some subtle magic power fluctuations remaining on it.
Out of curiosity, he bent over to pick up the syringe and sniffed it.
The years of magic education and alchemy proficiency immediately told him about the substance in the syringe.
"Strong efficacy magic power to restore potion, how can there be this thing...?" He muttered.
Norbert asked: "What?"
Hoffa's eyes drifted far away. Upon closer inspection, there were more than one on the ground, but a few scattered every few steps. A discarded glass tube.
Walking all the way along the glass tube, he unexpectedly found several German wizards wearing black robe by the river. They were giving injections to the ragged Jewish muggle necks one by one. Only one will be released for each hit.
There are several large boxes on the ground, which are filled with unopened magic power to restore potion.
This abnormal behavior made Hoffa smack.
What are these **wizards doing? Why is it necessary to inject magic power into muggle to restore potion? There is no magic power in muggle, it is useless to inject it into it.
Norbert followed and saw him, he whispered in exclamation: "Does the money burn?"
Before the voice was over, he shut up and pulled Hoffa in a hurry. Leaving the group of weird German wizards.
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In addition to those warships that transport Jews, there are also several ships that are either too big nor moored. Too small cruise ships, they are all ships leading to various German-occupied regions and Axis countries, and no ship will lead to any allied country at all.
But just as Norbert was about to get the ticket to board the ship, a group of armed soldiers came from a distance again.
"Wait a minute."
Seeing the soldiers inspecting, Norbert took out a few documents with ease. However, the soldier waved his hand: "You are not allowed to board the ship today, you go back first."
Hoffa was taken aback for a moment.
Norbert: "That's not right. A few days ago, wasn't it allowed to be released?"
"A few days ago, it was a few days ago. Recently, we are going to investigate a fugitive."
The soldier impatiently opened the palm of Norbert's attempt to bribe.
"Come back in two days."
Norbert and Hoffa looked at each other, "In two days...Okay, two days in two days." "
Leaving the cruise terminal, Norbert touched his chin suspiciously, "What is going on, why are these Germans suddenly blocking the terminal!"
Hoffa thought of last night The Grand Guardian who knocked on his door said: "They seem to be looking for someone."
"Looking for someone, who is looking for, are you looking for?"
"No.. .... They are not looking for me, they are looking for a woman."
"Female?"
"Female," Hoffa pointed her eyes, "A cataract. Woman."
"Cataracts?"
Norbert suspiciously: "What are you talking about?"
"I..."
Hoffa was just about to share with Norbert about her crazy experience last night, but at this moment, a somewhat familiar silhouette came into Hoffa's eyes.
On the other side of the bridge, a nun in a monastery dress hurried past. Seeing that daoist robe, he immediately pushed Norbert away.
Norbert: "What's the matter with you?"
"You wait for me here."
After that, he rushed forward without the slightest hesitation , Rushed to the other side of the bridge in two steps. The nun disappeared sideways into the bustling crowd.
"Stop!"
Hoffa didn't care about frightening others, both of his hands separated the crowd with all their strength and strove to catch up.
The nun walked forward without hearing about it. But she was also blocked by the crowd, which was extremely slow for a while.
Soon, Hoffa caught up with the opponent, put his hand on the opponent's shoulder, and pressed it back,
"Hey!"
The nun was taken aback and turned her head abruptly.
Hoffa’s face showed a delightful grin. Although it was very dark last night, the other party also painted messy smoky makeup, so I can’t see the original face at all, but the iconic scar on the other party’s face still makes Hoffa recognized her at a glance.
There is no doubt that this is the female thief who broke into his house inexplicably last night and stole her magic power gloves and ten thousand francs.
Looking at the other person’s stunned expression, Hoffa grabbed the nun’s wrist: "I caught you."
The young scar-faced nun was taken aback and struggling. Twice.
"Hey, who are you?"
"Pretend, then pretend! Are you an idiot?"
Hoffa said with a sneer: "I I'm telling you, today you won't give me what you stole from me, we are not finished today!"
Seeing that there was a dispute, all the passengers waiting to board the ship around looked over.
The nun's expression became a little horrified. She looked around, then secretly forcefully, flustered and exasperated, "You let go!"
Hoffa didn't return anything at all when she saw the other party. He didn't even seem to be guilty of what he meant, and he couldn't help being extremely annoyed.
He pulled up the nun’s arm involuntarily:
"Look at you five people and six people wearing a daoist robe, pretending to be so skillful?"
The nun said angrily: "Are you mental disorder? What are you talking about!"
Hoffa laughed angrily.
Seeing that there are more and more people around him, he doesn't dare to be too impudent. In case the German wizard is attracted, the gain is not worth the loss.
So he quietly said in a low voice: "Asshole, you want to be short of money, I will give you a thousand francs, but you return my gloves to me, it is useless for you... .."
pa!
I didn't finish speaking, but the answer to him was yes with a clear and loud slap.
The nun blushed, "Are you a madman, who took your stuff?"
"Shh"
Passers-by were watching the show. tsk tsk Surprised.
Hoffa was stunned by this sudden slap, he opened his eyes a little bit, his face gloomy down:
"refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit , This is what you asked for!"
After finishing speaking, Hoffa pulled her into the alley directly with her wrist.
The nun struggled and said, "mental disorder, you let me go! You let me go, help...Help..."
Several watching movies next to me Looked at each other in blank dismay, two of them wanted to step forward, but were pulled by their companions.
It may also be that people's lives are so desperate these days, and everyone is eager to protect themselves. It may also be that the Hoffa spirit strength is too deterrent, or it may simply be that the nun is too ugly.
She yelled a few times and no one came to rescue her.
Hoffa simply pressed the Scarfaced nun against the wall with one hand: "Scream! If you don't return my things, no one will save you if you break your throat!"
"You Who is it, what are you doing?"
"Give me back the gloves, where do you like to go, I promise not to look at you."
"I don't know What are you talking about!"
Hoffa nodded, "Yes, Durant said the same."
"What Durant?"
" You didn't tell the truth to me. It was you who forced me."
Hoffa reached into her robe pocket and fumbled.
Scarfaced nun panicked, and saw tears rolling in her eyes. She began to plead: "You let me go, I didn't take anything."
Hoffa took a look at her. This expression, at first I thought it did not look like a fake, but when I thought about her performance last night, I was immediately convinced that this guy was acting. Otherwise, you will be blind.
So he cursed secretly in his heart, and turned her over with the other hand, trying to search her waist.
This time the nun was crying.
"Rogue, you let go!!"
But just as Hoffa was about to stretch his hand to the opponent's waist, a shout came from a distance.
"Stop!"
Hoffa, who was looking for her gloves, stopped after hearing the sound, and looked towards the coming person. I want to know who is still so nosy and injustice these days.
I saw a tall silhouette standing at the entrance of the alley. That silhouette was wearing a gray robe with a bare head. It's a woman, it's the Ministry of Magic employee that Hoffa met yesterday, Delphine.
"Chloe..."
Delfina walked quickly to the two of them, looked at Hoffa up and down, and said in disbelief: "Bach Sir..."
"Why are you?" Hoffa asked in a low voice.
"I should ask."
Delfina: "What are you doing to her, Mr. Bach?"
Hoffa releases her finger . As soon as she let go, the scar-faced nun sat on the ground, hugging her knees, crying with shrugging shoulders, crying so sad.
Hoffa pointed to the nun who was squatting on the ground, "What is this person to do with you?"
Delfina did not answer, she squatted down first. Patting the crying nun on the shoulder, "What's wrong, Chloe...?"
"He...he...he molested me."
The nun said sobbingly.
"very ugly person, who wants to molest you." Hoffa's stomach was sour, "You give me things back, and then we all go our own way, nothing to do with each other!"
Delphine: "Chloe, did you take other people's things?"
"Slander, shamelessly slander,"
The crying nun stood up, flushed and flushed her eyes. Pointing to Hoffa's nose exasperated and cursing: "The dog has taken your things, I have never seen you!"
Hoffa smiled with arms akimbo. He has never seen such a good acting guy. , The acting has reached its perfection, and it can almost win the Oscar statuette.