Chapter 240
Night is falling, and the cold current in November makes Britain's land even colder than France. The sky was shining with dim stars, like fireworks that were about to go out.
Hoffa is walking on the long coastline with a torch in his hand, with only a nun beside him, and a desolate and empty town.
He didn't use light magic, and it was not difficult for him not to use wand's lighting spell, but he didn't want to be noticed by anyone.
However, no accident happened for a period of time after the two landed on the coast. For a long time, none of them met a single person.
Neither saw the black witch walking everywhere, Inferius many as dogs, nor the legendary muggle army. There are only land left empty due to war, and abandoned towns densely covered with water vapor.
Except for the one after another when the wind comes, there is a dead silence on this land. In contrast, even the low creak sound made by walking is particularly loud. There are no birds singing in the forest, and no pedestrians walking in the street cultivation.
Only the dilapidated and collapsed houses, and the intertwined withered thorns growing bare on the rocks, the few weeds are almost all nettles, and occasionally some have jagged or spiked ones plant.
There are even some smelly plants, if you accidentally step on them, the rancidity will overflow. Even where there is moonlight, there is no warmth at all. The pale half-moon hung in the forest tips in the west, and the light was chilly, as if it was mixed with shadows.
Occasionally, pools of dried blood can be seen on the ground. They are scattered everywhere like brown lichens, but unexpectedly there are no dead bodies.
Quiet terrifying.
If it weren't for the icy coldness on his face every morning when he got up, and the hungry stomach gu gu every night because of food shortage, Hoffa would almost think that he had entered some weird dream again.
It's another long walk in no man's land, from day to night, after night.
"Should we take a break? We've been away for a day."
Chloe asked in a low voice beside Hoffa, her clothes are sloppy at the moment, but her face is covered Her ugly makeup gradually disappeared, revealing her tired but refined face.
"Okay."
Hoffa is not too nonsense. He held down the ground and used transfiguration to create a simple cave in the rock and start a bonfire. In the surrounding empty towns, he collected some food for Chloe and himself.
Mostly ordinary canned food, hard and moldy cheese, or marching food discarded by some soldiers. But they can't be picky at this time, they can only eat what they have.
Time is approaching mid-November, and the long search without results makes Hoffa wonder whether his judgment is correct. If Muller Mans is not as shrewd as he imagined, he would not bet on that group at all. On the child, wait for the rabbit on the shore.
Or Chloe is not that important to them. He has turned around and returned to Germany a long time ago. Isn't his search during this period of time a waste of time?
The flame was crackling in the dark night, and there were only two of them around, and they were talking about everything they could talk about. Most of the time, there was only silence between them.
"Are you still looking for?"
Suddenly Chloe asked, hugging his knees.
"Don't find it!?"
Hoffa fiddled with the fire. This was the first time the nun had given him up in such a long time.
"I just asked, I didn't mean to give up."
"Then continue." Hoffa said.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"What?"
"Why are you sending me back? Delfina promises What good are you, or do you need me to do something for you?" She asked half jokingly and half seriously.
"Huh? Why are you asking about this?"
"I want to know," the nun said in a rare and delicate tone: "You tell me."
p>"When I get to London, I will naturally tell you."
Hoffa said absently, "He doesn't really want to answer this topic."
"Okay. "The nun was a little tired said with a smile: "You and I are not the same when we first met."
"Really,"
Hoffa was curious, "Where not The same?"
"Well," the nun thought for a while, "I will tell you when I get to London."
Hoffa twitched his lips, "rest early and continue tomorrow."
The starlight in the sky was a little shining, and the nun who had eaten a simple dinner leaned against the rock and began to doze. When she fell asleep, her head slid onto Hoffa's shoulder.
I don’t know that it was the first few times that she leaned on herself after falling asleep. It might be because of the cold, or it might just be that her shoulders were slightly softer than the rock.
Hoffa didn't push her away. In this empty and lonely environment, he was thankful that there was a life around him.
There may be two... He took out the glass ball around his waist and looked at the unknown creature he had captured. It stretched its tentacles, slowly spinning and dancing in the glass ball made of transfiguration.
These days, he would curiously take out this thing every night to observe it, hoping to figure out its hidden secrets.
But it just hovered in the glass bottle everyday all, neither eating nor drinking, let alone any communication with Hoffa. Even if he used transfiguration to conjure a spike in the glass bottle to stab it, it just circulated gracefully and moved away quietly.
However, the creature's performance today is a bit strange. When it noticed that Hoffa was looking at it, the chaotic smoke-like head opened like a flower, and the starlight reflected through the cloud of smoke and reflected on the glass ball. It turned out to be a map.
On the map, he saw the campfire he lit, the sleeping Chloe, and a moving light spot in the distance.
"What does this mean?"
Hoffa came to the spirit, he asked in a low voice, this little monster that can bring nightmares is unfathomable, until now, he has not figured it out. What is the ability of that.
The monster in the glass bottle just ascends and circulates, like a spirit in a bottle, silent but enchanting.
"Chloe?"
He pushed the nun beside him, and the nun breathed evenly, lazily like a cat, curled up beside his arm, and did not Remember the meaning.
Hoffa gave up the idea of waking her up. He pushed her head away a little bit, stood up, and stared at the moving light spot on the map. Is this little monster reminding her? Is there anyone near you?
For so many days, I can’t see a person alone. It would be great if I could find someone to ask and understand the situation.
The spot of light was not far from his position. In the end, Hoffa made up his mind and he wanted to take a look. A piece of clothing was covered on Chloe, and a protective charm was imposed on her side. Then set off quickly.
He is very fast. In the night, he looks like a ghost. There is no one in the empty town at night to hinder him. Soon, he followed the route map on the glass ball to the river near the sea. Haikou.
Here, he found a cargo ship stranded at the mouth of the sea with a big hole in its abdomen exploded by artillery fire. It was the small cargo ship they took after the Normandy port in France.
Seeing the ship, Hoffa's eyes lit up. He stepped on the freighter skewed on the sand in three steps and two steps.
It’s just that when he boarded the ship, the ship was already empty. The messy and bloody deck still told of the chaos and cruelty that happened here. Hoffa touched the dry and brown blood on the ground. , Browse tightly frowns.
Everyone was taken away.
He took out the glass ball, and the light spot on the glass ball flickered and moved slightly less than five meters away from him.
"Who is there!?"
He asked.
No one answered.
In such a quiet yet solemn atmosphere, the abacus for peaceful questioning gradually fell through. He put on his metal gloves, and the black iron sheet covered his right hand little by little. .
As if feeling the danger, the monster's head in the glass ball closed and continued to hover aimlessly.
The glass ball rays of light went out, Hoffa raised his finger and chanted softly, "Fluorescence is flying." A silver light spot flew upwards from his fingertips in an anti-gravity manner, around him His head circled for a week.
Continue to walk in, the rays of light of the fluorescent curse seemed to have encountered some resistance, and it became dimmed.
Here is completely different from the ship he saw when he was crossing the sea. There were spots of blood stuck to the white painted walls.
A wooden stick with a clothes hook is nailed to the wall by the door. That's what the crew used to hang clothes. Newspaper is pasted under the stick. The newspaper was full of scratches, and when someone was dragged away from here, he used to forcefully grasp the board but nothing happened.
The wall on the side. There is nothing left. Only the wire hanging on it was originally connected to the doorway of the captain's room. I don't know if it was exploded by the curse or by the artillery fire, and a piece of pulpy shattered to the ground.
He went all the way down.
The sloping stairs made the sound of creak creak under his feet. He still remembered this place, when it was on the sea, there were many children running around in this corridor.
When he walked to the left stairs of the second layer under the deck, the ground discoloration became more broken and chaotic, and he stepped on something that was not hard but soft. When I moved my foot away, it turned out to be a human hand.
The broken manpower that was bombed.
Looking along the broken part, he saw moonlight shining in from the huge gap in the bulkhead. It was a gap exploded by artillery fire. There was a man's head hanging on the metal of the gap.
Under the flying fluorescence, Hoffa walked to the man's head.
It's Matthew.
The mob who planned to throw his hemp into the sea to feed the fish, now under the shining of the flying fluorescence, looks at him with a pale and grim attitude, seems to be accusing the German wizard of the ruthlessness of the moment he arrives. brutal.
Hoffa removed his eyes and looked at the ground.
The pedal is covered with thick coagulated blood, which coagulates for a long time, but still has the unique texture of blood. In the dried blood, some footprints can be seen, very shallow, left behind not long ago.
He gently put his foot on the pedal and stepped on it. With the sound of creak, the explosion did not completely destroy the structure of the hull, and was able to bear his own weight.
So I went all the way down to the ground floor, and saw that the door of the room I used to live in was now open. The opening method was not shaken off by the explosion, but opened by someone pushing the handle.
He touched the wall, his vigilance increased again.
As expected, all the people here should have been taken away by Mans. Is there still a fish that escaped the net under the hands of so many wizards?
Or do they think they will come back?
So stay here to block yourself.
The fluorescent spell disappeared.
He concentrated his breath, his body waved and disappeared into the air like a chameleon, at the same time. He cautiously kicked away the shards of glass scattered on the ground, and a ghost stood at the door of the room. Under the cold moonlight, he saw the light spots on the ground in the room blur quickly.
Someone.
He is sure of this.
But he was also sure that the other party could not see him. It's like he couldn't see that guy either.
It was so stalemate for almost three or four minutes, and a dark cloud in the sky obscured the bright moonlight. A light sound came from the corner, and there was a faint wave of magic power, and the shadows on the ground were blurred again.
Hoffa immediately turned around, and a dangerous Stunning Spell floated past him. Dangerous red rays of light flashed on his magic power gloves, and he raised his hand and slammed it back.
The wooden door panel seemed to be hit by an invisible air hammer, and it clicked into a depression, followed by a muffled hum that suppressed the pain.
"Come out."
Hoffa firmly held down the invisible transparent head with his hands.
This time, the answer to him was a sharp sharp knife, which was a deformed wand. For this kind of trick, Hoffa couldn't understand it better, he only made a slight mistake. The Transfiguration Spell was quickly disintegrated under the confrontation of spirit strength, and the opponent's sharp knife changed back to wand. Not only that, he also grabbed the transparent wrist of the opposite person.
"Is there only this degree?"
Hoffa said.
The disillusioned man struggled for a while, did not break free, he chanted in a low voice: "Burning flames!"
The orange-yellow flame rose from the transparent arm, Scorching his arm hot and hot, Hoffa shook his arm away, and at the same time snatched his wand, quickly backed up three steps.
"Not coming out again, don't blame me for being impolite."
With Sen Leng's words, except for his feet, other places in the cabin deformed and grew sharp. Iron thorns.
Crack, a light sound accompanied by violent fluctuations in magic power. The man actually abandoned his wand, intending to Disapparation, Hoffa's five fingers joined together, and the spikes grew wildly five meters away.
"Ouch!"
With a cry that took away the London accent, "Let go of me!"
A wizard forcibly from Disapparation Hooked out in the state. This is a man in a black and yellow robe with a tall and wide chin.
He doesn't look very old, he is only one or two years older than Hoffa.
If it was an opponent encountered in this environment in the past, Hoffa would probably incapacitate the opponent without the slightest hesitation, and then interrogate him.
However, this time, he did not choose to do that, but Yiyan let go of the boy in front of him. Because he has a badger tattooed on his chest in a yellow and black wizard robe. This is a student from Hogwarts and from the Hufflepuff house.