Chapter 208
"Oh, ah, don't quarrel, don't quarrel."
Delfina said quietly, "There must be some misunderstanding, Chloe, this This is Hoffa. Bach, whom I and I mentioned, originally I was going to let him send you back to London."
"He?"
The nun shouted in disbelief, "Just him? Never!"
At this time, Norbert also rushed over.
Seeing Delphine standing in front of Hoffa, he took off his sunglasses. Fiercely said: "It's you again, bald girl, didn't you say not to follow us?"
"Sorry," Delphine Lazily said, "Mr. Bach found it by himself at this time. "
Norbert saw a nun on the opposite side sobbing with her head down. She was a little embarrassed for a while. He whispered to Hoffa, "Hey, young man, what's the matter with you?"
Hoffa gave him a fierce look.
At this time, the Scarfaced nun was sobbing lifts the head, and seeing the honor of the other person, Norbert exclaimed: "So frustrated...?"
Delfina Sneered: "Is it more frustrated than a giantess?"
Norbert snorted: "You know what a fart!"
Then, he was rarely angry, but said in embarrassment. , "What's the matter, let's sit down and talk slowly."
Delfina raised her arms and looked towards Hoffa, teasing: "What do you mean?"
Hoffa now Instead, he calmed down. In broad daylight, he didn't believe that this nun could disappear by his side like magic.
"Okay, it's okay anyway, let's sit down and talk slowly."
So a group of four returned to the dinning hall of the Hoffa hotel.
In the dinning hall, four people sat face to face, Hoffa and Norbert sat together, and on the opposite side sat Delphine, a bald employee of Ministry of Magic, and the one with the ugly scar on his face. nun.
After sitting down. Hoffa didn't leave the nun's eyes from start to finish, and didn't dare to relax for a moment.
The nun was full of grievances and resentment, she hugged her arms in anger, not looking at Hoffa at all.
Delfina was the first to break the deadlock. She shook her palm and said with a smile: "This is Chloe Flamel. That is the person I intend to send you to London. She is a famous alchemist. Great-great-great-granddaughter of teacher Nick Flamel."
Nicholas Flamel.
The name like thunder piercing the ear can be said to be one of the most famous top alchemists in this world.
didn't expect The ugly nun with long scars on the face in front of her still has such a remarkable identity. Hoffa put a little contempt, but he became more confused.
Nicholas Flamel is someone who can be made by the Philosopher's Stone of immortality, can this little girl be guilty of stealing her magic power gloves?
Norbert eyes shined after hearing the surname Flamel, and his attitude is a lot better: "It seems that I am lucky enough to run into a direct descendant of the top Alchemist. Where are you going?"
p>"The port can be unblocked tomorrow, when the time comes, I will bring Chloe back to Britain by sea."
"Are you sure you can pass the wizard association's interrogation?"
Norbert Fox questioned: "Any ship must pass through at least three islands to stop at sea, and there are layers of investigations on each island.
As long as there is one you expose the Britain wizard Identity, you will be locked into a dungeon by those Germans. Even if you cross the sea, the coastline of the British Isles will be almost eroded by the dark wizard. Now it is the darkest place in the world..."
"I know, I came from there."
Delfina sighed: "Inferius is everywhere and monsters are rampant. Compared with that, Paris is heaven. To be honest. , I don’t have much confidence to lead a person across the heavily guarded border between Britain and France."
The bald-headed female said, leaning close to her head, lowering her voice:
"Listen, as long as You can help send her to Britain, London, I can apply to Ministry of Magic to release your wanted, and we can cooperate and face the common enemy together."
"No way." Norbert Shrugged: "Although I respect Mr. Flamel very much, he has helped me a lot on alchemy, but I'm really sorry, we still have our own things to do."
"Where are you going?" Delphine asked.
"Africa, I won’t reveal the specific location."
(Norbert and Delfina’s chirp chirp twitter twitter talks messy, Hoffa told them Things are almost deaf, his attention is completely focused on the scarfaced nun opposite.)
Delfina: "cough cough, forgive me to speak bluntly, you make weapons and sell them to the rebel organizations, This idea is good, but there are only you two, which is too weak.
We can provide you with raw materials, venues and various assistance, as long as you can provide us with a little help on the way back. "
"This..."
Norbert hesitated, he looked at Hoffa.
Hoffa shook his head.
So Norbert looked at Chloe, hesitated again and again, and said:
"We can’t help, but we have a friend named Frank who lives in the English Channel all year round. Run smuggling.
If you can find him and give him enough benefits to make his heart beat, I think he can help you send her back to Britain."
Delfina I lifted my spirits: "Where should I find him?"
Norbert stood up: "You come with me, and you get a token for you. When the time comes, you give it to him and you say yes Hoffa and Norbert asked you to find him, that’s it."
Delfina smiled: "That's a big help."
She stood up and tidied it up. Robe: "Mr. Bach."
Hoffa, who has been holding her arms silently, glanced at her coldly.
Delfina: "I'm going to get some tokens with Mr. Hagrid, can I trouble you to take care of this Miss Flamel? Just a moment."
"Don't! "
The silent Chloe looked at Hoffa and screamed: "I'll go with you."
Hoffa sneered.
Delfina quickly touched Chloe’s head: "Observe, no matter what misunderstandings, it is never the time to fight. Believe me, although Mr. Bach is sometimes weird, But you can definitely trust it."
"I..."
Delphina: "Good."
Scarfaced nun is full of faces Not happy, sit down bitterly.
Hoffa sneered: "I don't know where your unfathomable mystery trust comes from."
Delfina gave him a big smile. She made a begging gesture, and then she followed Norbert and left.
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Only two people are left on the table, Hoffa, and the ugly nun Chloe. The atmosphere is awkward and not harmonious.
Chloe froze, she grabbed a magazine casually, flipped through it, and threw it aside, then grabbed another magazine and turned it over to make a crash-bang sound .
Hoffa stirred her coffee, thinking about how to get the magic power gloves back. If the other party keeps saying nothing, it seems that I can't do anything with her.
"Are you a wizard?" He tried to be soft.
The ugly nun glared at him with a scarred face from behind the magazine.
"mind your own business!"
"I came from Hogwarts, which school are you from?"
The nun panting with rage's face slightly a little better.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? You are the house."
"Ravenclaw." Hoffa said.
"The Ravenclaw I know is not as unreasonable and indecent as you."
The nun said unceremoniously: "They are all polite and intelligent gentlemen, and you... The evil Slytherin is also only this."
Hoffa thought that you are also worthy of a daoist robe. How blind is God to choose you to serve him.
Thinking that his gloves did not know where he was hiding, he did not show his thoughts, but gave a false smile: "What about you? Beauxbatons."
" No, I have never been to magic school, nor wand."
"Muggle? Squib?" Hoffa suspiciously.
"No, I am the wizard." Chloe said calmly.
"It's just that I can't control my magic power. I can't go to school."
"Oh, that's a shame."
Hoffa is duplicity Said: "The magic school is really interesting."
The nun sneered:
"Interesting you are not going to school? It's September 1st, and you are still transferring in France. What turn, oh, yes, you have to go to Africa!"
The nun haha laughed: "When did Hogwarts switch to Africa?"
Hoffa thinks he still Shut up as well. He was afraid that if he kept asking like this, he was pissed to death because he could not find the glove.
He turned his head and looked out the window. There were countless soldiers passing by, and heavy tanks rumbling across the ground, as if preparing for a military parade. Several of them were wearing black plain clothes. The Grand Guardian showed his face from behind the newspaper, and a solemn and solemn atmosphere gradually filled the streets.
Several black robe wizards jumped out of the tank from a distance, grabbed a few muggles on the street without any scruples, and then began to inject magic power into their necks to restore potion.
Hoffa turned his head mechanically, expressionless.
Chloe is still chattering on the other side, "I said I didn’t steal anything, but I didn’t steal it. Also, why don’t you go to the police if the thing is lost? Why are you staring at me and not letting it go? It’s nothing worth me..."
She was looking at Hoffa with disgust. At this moment, a female server wearing an apron in the distance walked over slowly, and she was carrying coffee. Kettle with a professional smile on his face.
"Would you like coffee?"
The waitress asked.
"Uh..." Chloe stopped talking: "Yes, add more milk and sugar."
"Okay."
The waitress bent over and started to pour coffee.
Hoffa rolled his eyes and found a slight bump on the waiter's belt. Although the bulge was extremely inconspicuous, Hoffa still noticed a dangerous magic power fluctuation in it.
That is a...wand?
Why does the waitress in the dinning hall have a wand?
As soon as this question surfaced in his mind, the waitress reached out to Chloe's cup without leaving a trace, and the spirit strength field si si spread like a poisonous snake.
In the next second, the coffee pot in the waitress's hand deformed into a sharp syringe and took Chloe's neck straight.
Hoffa murmured in secret, he leaped forward and rushed towards Chloe opposite the dinning table.
In a flash, Chloe's head was pushed down by him, the table was smashed by a violent bump, and Hoffa kicked the waitress on the chest.
She flew out and slammed into the notice board of the dinning hall. The bulletin board was smashed to pieces, and the people dining in the dinning hall began to flee screaming.
But the waitress stood up like a okay person, snapped her crooked neck to straighten it.
But at the same time, countless soldiers with guns filed in from outside the door, and the momentum was astonishing. The man headed was the SS Colonel, Muller Mann, who went to search Hoffa's house last night. S.
The waitress took out the wand, and opened a table blocking the road with one hand, "The magic power response is detected, it is her!"
Müller Mans cheetah like His head turned around in an instant and locked the corner firmly. With a wave of his arm, a dozen soldiers rushed to Hoffa and Chloe in the corner with guns.
Hoffa didn't have time to think about what happened. He pushed aside the plank on his body and climbed to Chloe's side.
I saw Chloe lying halfway on the ground with a needle tube inserted in her neck. The blue magic power recovery potion in the needle tube was drastically decreasing. After being injected, she trembled.
He yanked out the needle tube and half-wrapped Chloe.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?"
"Go...hurry up...!"
Chloe struggled to say This sentence.
"Damn it!"
Seeing the soldiers getting closer, Hoffa took Chloe's arm and framed her up without the slightest hesitation, entering the state of disillusionment and disappearing In the air.
The front door was blocked by the crowd, so he could only take Chloe and ran to the back of the hotel.
Smashing into the back kitchen of the hotel, Hoffa slammed the iron door shut. As soon as it was closed, countless bumps appeared on the iron gate. The soldiers outside the door were shooting frantically.
Hoffa stepped back two steps, clasping his hands together, trying to seal the iron gate with broken grips to prevent the soldiers from coming in.
But before he could start the use spell, a sense of suffocation flooded his brain. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. The room was filled with surging and frantic magic power. Under the action of this magic power, the air turned into a heavy substance as thick as butter, which made people unable to breathe.
Turning her head to look, she saw Chloe lying on the ground, her face flushed with blue veins on her forehead, and her whole person was like a dying salted fish, looking unusually twisted and stiff.
"Hey, hello, what's the matter with you?"
She didn't answer, her slender fingers scratched her cheek, and the veins on her arm were clearly visible. Amazing magic power flows in that vein.
"My God..."
Hoffa groaned.
He didn't know what was wrong with this guy, but he had a hunch that something bad would happen next.
Bang dong!
Bang dong!!
There was a strong knocking sound outside the door, and the soldiers outside prepared to force a breakthrough to come in.
Hoffa's palm presses the ground. Countless stone hands hovered out from the ground, firmly buckled on the iron gate, so that the soldiers behind could not break through.
After several rumbles, the soldiers outside the door also stopped shooting. But Hoffa knew that those people would never let it go.
Perceptions told him that the building had been surrounded by crowds, and the water was impenetrable. Among those people are not only soldiers, but also wizards.
It was quiet for a moment.
dong dong dong!
A polite knock on the door.
Hoffa posted to the door.
The hoarse and low voice of a man resounded outside the door.
"Mr. Bach, I know you are listening, right?"
There was no answer.
Hoffa's heart sank, is he recognized after all.
The person outside continued to persuaded: "I am the colonel of SS, Muller Mans. The woman next to you is an anomalous human that we contain. She is very, very dangerous. Now you come out, we don’t What will it do to you. Instead, I will reward you."
Abnormal...
Thinking of the photo the SS officer showed himself the night before, he turned his head to look.
Chloe, lying in the corner twitching constantly, is nothing like the white-eyed woman in the photo.
He walked to the struggling Chloe, reached out to her chin, and gently tore it.
It was then that the scar on Chloe’s face was actually a mask applied by Appearance Changing Technique. Under the violent exercise just now, most of the mask of her face has fallen off.