1942.
Outside of Paris, France.
Inside an abandoned factory building, huge chains hung low, and patches of mangy mold grew on the yellow-brown walls of the factory. All kinds of weapons hung on the mold-covered walls. From pistols and daggers to submachine guns and assault rifles.
Pieces of parchment were scattered on the ground, and on the parchment were drawings of all kinds of mysterious and complicated designs. Some of the pages were complete, while others were crumpled into a ball.
In the corner, a dim yellow light shone on a wooden table. On the wooden table, there were some scattered parts and pieces, and a black metal glove.
On the table, an old radio was playing an old German song that was not very bright. Lili Marleen.
“Vor
Kaserne”
“Vor
gro?
Tor”
“Stand
Laterne”
“Und
davor”
“So
woll'n
seh'n”
“Bei
steh'n”
“Wie
Marleen”
Listening to the song, the young man behind the table was a little confused.
He looked at the pitter-patter of the rain outside the window, and there seemed to be a pair of strange and familiar eyes looking at him.
The feeling of being watched lasted for a few minutes, and he was not in the mood to work.
After about five or six seconds, he couldn't help but stand up, open the window and look outside, but he didn't see anything.
"Working overtime for too long?"
Hoffa muttered, rubbed his temples, and returned to the table.
"Lili Marleen" was still playing on the radio, and he pressed the button with his finger. The channel changed, and the German song was replaced by an English broadcast.
"August 28th, The Daily Wizard reports in real time on the Muggle battlefield. European Jews are being hunted down, and anti-Semitic activities in France are growing. The Ministry of Magic reminds everyone to continue to take precautions."
Click.
The hand reached out again and adjusted a few more times.
The English on the radio became German again.
"August 27th, The Imperial Wizard Association raided three private weapons factories in the north. The Sorcerer's Association reminded everyone again.
We strictly prohibit the use and possession of any unregistered weapons and alchemical creations. Violators will be fined more than five thousand Galleons, or be kissed by a dementor. "
Click.
The channel changed again.
The German became English again.
"Latest broadcast, the British Ministry of Magic Minister Leonard Spencer Moen will announce his resignation at the end of this month. The new Ministry of Magic Minister will be Fatir Dracath. It is reported that Fathil Dracath served as Wissengamo in 1923. "
Click!
The radio's knobs were quickly turned.
The originally unclear sound of the broadcast turned into a completely disorderly sound of magnetic current.
The quill stopped writing. It stayed on the parchment, and the ink formed a black spot on the parchment.
The young man turned off the radio impatiently. He leaned on the chair and kept combing his hair with his hand. He was restless. At the same time, the faint feeling of being watched made him uneasy.
Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door.
He heard it, but he ignored it immediately.
Knock knock!
The knocking continued.
It was more intense.
"Coming!"
Hoffa stood up abruptly and walked to the door with a heavy head. He pulled open the peephole on the old iron door.
A short man in a raincoat stood outside the door. He was carrying a large woven bag.
It was Norb Hagrid.
Seeing him, the impatience on Hoffa's face faded a little. He pulled the chain and opened the iron door.
The short man squeezed in and stuffed the woven bag in his hand to Hoffa.
"This damned weather. Once it starts raining, it won't stop."
Norb complained loudly. He took off his rubber boots and poured the rainwater out.
"Did anyone follow us?"
Hoffa hugged the woven bag and asked as he locked the door.
"No."
Norb picked up a bottle of water and gulped it down. He then touched his mouth and said, "Don't lock the door, we have to go out later."
Norb took off his raincoat and returned his rubber boots. He tapped his body with his wand, and instantly steam rose from his body like a train.
"Go out? What's the matter?"
Through the steam, Hoffa sharply noticed that there were two bruises and cracks on Norb's right eye and cheekbone.
"I have something to take care of."
Norb said nonchalantly as he flipped through the parchment that Hoffa had spread on the table.
"Merlin's beard, are you really determined to learn alchemy?
Where did you go? "
Hoffa interrupted Norb and put the supplies on the table.
"You took so long to buy supplies?"
"East Borough. I took a job."
"Me or us?"
"Us, us."
Norb waved his hand carelessly with his mouth facing the bottle.
Hoffa crossed his arms and looked displeased. "My Magic Amplification Gloves haven't been perfected yet, and you want to go out now?"
"You're going to rot if you stay in this place all day."
As he spoke, Norber pulled open a drawer in his cabinet and pulled out a tattered roll of tissue from a pile of messy parts. He wiped his cheekbones.
Hoffa looked on coldly.
Norb said, "This job really can't be done without you."
"Don't change the subject. Did you screw up the deal again?"
Hoffa looked unfriendly.
"Bullshit!"
Norb took out a transparent plastic bag from his pocket and threw it at Hoffa's face. Hoffa caught it and looked inside. There were ten colorful rolls of francs rolled up with rubber bands.
"The deal was a great success. This money is enough for us to spend until next year."
Huo Fa only glanced at the bag of muggle money before throwing it to the side. "Then do you want to explain this?"
He pointed at his cheek.
The steam dissipated, and Norb said impatiently, "I accidentally ran into two old dogs from Berlin on my way back. They beat me up pretty badly, and …"
Hoffa asked, "And?"
"They were Durant's men."
"Durant, the Wolf of East Borough?"
Hoffa frowned. "The middleman from Germany?"
"Yes, the idiot who stole our weapons. He knew that I'd been looking for him and wanted to strike first. "
Norb wiped his face and spat on the ground.
Huo Fa laughed out loud. "He's pretty smart."
"He is, but he's too careless. You know, I caught him by the tail this time. In March, he bought a bar in East Borough that caters to women who escaped from the Jewish Quarter. "
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go."
Hoffa picked up the black and red mechanical glove from the broken parts.
This metal glove had exposed copper wires and red paint, which looked quite ferocious. He took out a purple crystal from his pocket and inserted it into the slot.
He put the glove on his arm, and the glove changed shape with a click, wrapping around his right hand. Soon, the glove lit up with a faint green light, and the magic scale on the back of his hand turned to 1X.
The Magic Watch that Dippet's principal had given him had been destroyed in the battle two years ago, but fortunately, at the end of the second grade, Dippet had given him a book on construction technology. After more than a year of study, he could already develop some magic amplification items on his own.
Norb took a pistol from the wall and put it at his waist.
Then, the two of them walked out together.
At the end of August in Paris, the air was a mixture of heat and rain.
It was late and it was drizzling. There were a large number of mosquitoes flying under the shabby lamps on the side of the road. They were so dense that they almost covered the light.
Some thick and heavy pipes were scattered in the gloomy rain. The huge demand brought about by the war had caused factories to be everywhere on this planet.
While walking, Norb chatted with Hoffa about his recent work.
"The leader of the underground anti-war organization in France wrote a letter today, saying that he wants to pre-order five hundred alchemy guns. I'm wondering if we can recruit a few more people."
Hoffa said, "If you trust him, then go ahead."
"After you come back today, contact Frank and ask him to send the materials over by sea."
"Okay."
Hoffa nodded, a little absent-minded.
"Tell Frank that I want pure metals and potions without impurities, not dirty old bottles of substandard goods."
As they walked, Norbert chatted with Huo Fa about random things. Hoffa kept nodding as he spoke. While nodding, he suddenly stopped and looked back.
Several figures in black robes appeared on the crudely made cement road. They were dragging a young woman in the rain and stuffing the struggling woman into a black Mercedes-Benz car.
Norb also saw this scene. He immediately pulled Hoffa back. "Don't meddle, this has nothing to do with us."
The car door slammed shut and sped away in the rain.
Hoffa slowly turned his head. "Nothing, continue."
Norb said, "When we get back the weapons that idiot Durant stole, we can at least recoup the cost of five thousand gold coins. If Durant dares not return them to us, we'll kill him and rob him clean. That guy is quite rich. "
While Norb was talking, Hoffa suddenly thought of something and asked, "Does Grindelwald's men use our weapons?"
"No."
Norb looked around and cautiously said in a low voice, "Kid, I don't care what nonsense you're thinking. I'm warning you, you're still very young. Don't think about going against the Imperial Wizard Association. That's a colossus. "
"Outpost."
Hoffa interrupted Norb.
Norb looked up and saw that they had come to a heavily armed outpost. A number of heavy tanks were parked here, and the towering walls were covered with barbed wire. And guarding the pass was a team of heavily armed Germanic soldiers.
Norb's expression changed. In the middle of the twentieth century, the French Third Republic was destroyed. Before the establishment of the Fourth Republic in 1946, this place was occupied by Germany. To enter the city center, they had to be interrogated by the German soldiers.
Just as they were about to pass through the outpost, a soldier stopped Norb and Hoffa and asked in German, "It's so late, what are you doing?"
"Going to the city to see my family."
Norbert smiled submissively and stuffed a roll of marks into the soldier's hand without anyone noticing.
The soldier took the roll of marks, still looking Norb up and down, and said coldly, "Identification."
Norb took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over. The soldier glanced at it and handed it back. Then his eyes turned to Hoffa, who had his head lowered.
"Where's his?"
The soldier asked.
"He's my son."
Norb quickly smiled and said, "He just came from Hamburg. The identification is still being processed."
Hoffa, who had his head lowered, twitched the corner of his mouth. He was no longer the naive boy who couldn't understand anything. After living in this dangerous world for so long, German had become a language that he had to learn.
"Son?"
The soldier looked at the two figures and said to Hoffa suspiciously, "Raise your head."
Hoffa raised his head and smiled. The moment he raised his head, the golden light in his eyes extinguished and turned into ordinary black pupils.
The soldier with the gun stared at Hoffa in the rain for a while, then waved his hand.
"Let's go."
The outpost opened, and the two walked out.
Creak!
But at this moment.
The dark night sky suddenly brightened. Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of friction, a burning flame rushed out from the distance and tore the night sky apart.
Hoffa turned his head subconsciously. It turned out to be a Black Panther medium tank covered in flames. Its body was covered in orange flames, and its barrel was blown apart. It was like a dying beast that was rampaging, trying to drag anyone who saw it to hell.
The sense of danger seeped into his heart.
Hoffa did not hesitate to pounce on Norb.
Boom!
The burning tank that came out of nowhere crashed heavily into the outpost. The ammunition stored in the outpost and the tank collided violently. The explosion came with a loud bang, and the oxygen in the air was sucked out in an instant.
Countless pieces of burning debris splashed out, and Hoffa raised his hand to form a shield. The debris smashed into the shield and did not break through, but the huge shockwave still pushed him and Norb more than ten meters away.
His chest tightened and he was short of breath. The intense ringing in his ears almost made Hoffa deaf for a moment. The night sky was as bright as day.
After that, the night sky that was as bright as day was once again drowned in darkness. Some were swallowed up, leaving only a mess of cries for help.
Hoffa stumbled to his feet, and his eyes regained their golden color. The wall of the outpost in front of him had collapsed due to the aftermath of the explosion. Several soldiers on duty pushed Hoffa.
"Go! Go! "
Then he grabbed the pager and screamed, "Outpost B136 is under attack."
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