District 7 was right next to the Eiffel Tower. There were commercial streets and many fortress-like buildings. Most of these buildings were monasteries and religious chapels.
After saying goodbye to Norbert near the Eiffel Tower, Hoffa was ready to go home.
But at this time, the inexplicable feeling of being spied on since the day came back to him. He stopped and stood on the asphalt road where the night wind whistled and looked back.
He didn't see anyone.
He frowned and opened his mental strength field. Suddenly, the whole world turned into a black and white line drawing. His mental strength scanned the ground like a radar, but he still didn't sense any traces of other creatures.
"Strange."
Hoffa whispered.
He closed his mental perception and the world returned to normal.
He was good at mental strength and perception. Ever since he reached a compromise with the emptiness in his heart a year ago, his perception and intuition had been greatly improved. Even if he couldn't beat top wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald now, they definitely couldn't escape his perception. As long as he deliberately scanned, he didn't think anyone could escape his perception, not even the Phantom Spell.
Could it be the woman from the Ministry of Magic? Hoffa thought.
He glanced at the remaining magic power on his gloves. There was still a lot left. He didn't dare to save any more magic power and immediately entered Ghost Walk, drifting and disappearing into the air.
He went around two streets full of old black Mercedes-Benz cars and came to a small area covered with trees. Only then did he reveal himself.
Through the swaying shadows of the trees, he could see a few German officers in black military uniforms standing on the street, whispering to each other.
Seeing this, Hoffa quickly lowered his head. This was the era when Germany was at its strongest. As long as it was a German-occupied area, the Gestapo was everywhere.
The Gestapo didn't notice Hoffa. He didn't attract anyone's attention as he hurried to a row of houses. He took out a bunch of keys and opened one of the wooden doors.
The first thing he saw was a pretty good residence. Although the area was not big, the floor was covered with a patterned woolen carpet. There was a refrigerator and a television. There were three crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. There was not much environmental protection in this era. There were even lion heads and several ivory ornaments hanging on the wall.
There was a pair of rattan slippers in front of him, but Hoffa didn't want to change. He staggered to the sofa and collapsed on it.
It was Hoffa's temporary home and also the territory where the Germans lived. Apart from this quarter, the rest of Paris was routinely searched every day.
Half a year ago, Norber had bought the house from an Italian Muggle. They had been using it as a safe house to collect all kinds of useful and useless information.
After being 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 table with a heavy thud. On the coffee table, other than the metal glove, there were also rolls of paper money from various countries scattered around. There was also a black pistol.
He closed his eyes and tried to sleep for a while, but perhaps because of the intense conflict at night, he couldn't fall asleep. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
He was the only one in the empty and dark house. The house was about three meters tall, and there was always the faint sound of a pinball bouncing from the ceiling, as if trying to lure him upstairs to investigate.
The grandfather clock in the corner swung back and forth. It made a ticking sound.
After about ten minutes, Hoffa frowned in annoyance.
Creak!
There was a heart-palpitating sound of gears twisting.
The parts of the pendulum in the corner were twisted into a Muggle under the effect of the Transfiguration spell.
He picked up the pistol on the coffee table and stared at it for a long time. Some dusty memories suddenly entered his mind.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly thought of Silby. At this moment, he began to sympathize with that guy. He sat in a wheelchair for hundreds of years. How did he survive this damn river of time?
He used magic to stop the bell from ringing, and the surroundings fell into complete silence. Only the occasional laughter from the German officer's home could be heard.
He threw the gun away, and a helpless smile appeared on his face. He stood up from the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, and turned on the TV.
Although there was no Internet in 1942 and not much advanced technology, some of the most basic information technology had begun to take shape. At least, there was no problem for him to understand the news.
However, if he wanted to understand everything and understand the meaning, it would take some brain cells to translate German, and he didn't want to waste more brain cells.
The black and white TV flashed with images of Hitler's raised arms, his provocative speech, the soldiers marching in an orderly manner, and banners with swastikas hanging from the eaves.
Hoffa began to feel drowsy.
Click.
There was the sound of shoes being changed in the hallway.
Half asleep and half awake, the feeling of being watched surged up again.
The chaotic sleepiness disappeared, and rationality dominated his brain. He suddenly opened his eyes and shot up from the sofa like lightning. Without thinking, he entered Ghost Walk.
Boom!!
A muffled sound.
"Ah!"
Screams echoed in the room.
Then, the screams stopped abruptly, as if someone pressed the off button on the volume.
Hoffa caught a black shadow and pressed it heavily against the refrigerator in the dining room. The refrigerator shook violently, and the decorations and ceramics on the top were smashed to pieces.
He didn't know when it started today, but he always felt like he was being followed. He didn't expect this guy to follow him into the house. What kind of stealth ability was this?
"Got you!"
Huo Fa clenched the warm and soft object in his hand tightly and snapped his fingers with his right hand.
"Fluorescent Dance!"
Four or five light spots flew out from his palm and lit up the room.
But after seeing who the stalker was, Hoffa's scary expression gradually froze.
He thought the stalker was the bald woman from the Ministry of Magic, but it wasn't.
The one who was being choked was a girl slightly younger than him. She had a slender body and wore a loose and dirty monk's robe. She seemed to be a nun from a nearby monastery.
The young nun's appearance was very ugly. Her face was messy with coarse makeup, and her cheeks were puffed up. There was also a scar on her face that looked like it was left behind by a fire.
A stranger.
"Who are you? How did you get in? "
Hoffa grabbed the nun's neck and didn't dare to relax. To be able to follow him and even enter the house, this guy definitely wasn't as weak as he looked.
"Let go of me first."
The nun grabbed his arm and punched it twice.
Hoffa didn't let go. "Do you have a special hiding method? If I let go, you will leave and disappear, right?"
"No, no."
The nun's scarred face gradually turned red. "Let go of me first. I'm not looking for trouble. "
This sentence was said in awkward English.
Hoffa hesitated for a moment and chose to let go.
As soon as he let go, the girl collapsed on the ground and coughed violently with her hand on her neck.
"Cough, cough."
After coughing for a long time, the girl covered her red and swollen neck and said hoarsely, "Is there something wrong with your head? Why are you so surprised! You scared me to death. "
"Who are you? What's your purpose?"
Hoffa said coldly, "I'll give you ten seconds to explain."
"You don't remember me?"
The scarred nun said resentfully, "We just met two hours ago."
"I've never seen you before."
Hoffa said straightforwardly.
The strange girl waved her hand in front of Hoffa's eyes. "You really, really don't remember?"
"What kind of joke is this? I've never seen you before. Get out of here, don't make me call the police. "
Hoffa said solemnly.
"Haha, you're funny. A wizard calling the police."
The nun laughed.
Hoffa's face fell. He felt that the other party was playing with him.
Seeing the man in front of her getting more and more impatient, the nun quickly said,
"Well, it seems like you really don't remember. Then let me tell you. I was locked in a room by that werewolf. He was going to eat us. It was you who saved us. "
Hoffa was stunned. Then he remembered that he did save a few people in Durant's bar, but it was all done casually. He didn't think much about it, and he didn't remember the faces of the people inside.
The nun said, "I wanted to thank you properly, but I couldn't find any clothes that fit, so …"
"So you secretly followed me?"
Hoffa's voice was sarcastic. "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 wanted to come. I wanted to find someone to help us. Me and … "
As she spoke, the unfamiliar nun suddenly covered her mouth. She rolled her eyes and said, "A friend of yours and I are now wandering outside. We want to borrow something from you."
As she spoke, her eyes wandered around the room. Hoffa was even more vigilant. Not to mention that the other party was an ugly woman with a scarred face, even if she was a peerless beauty, he wouldn't welcome her sneaking into someone else's house. He had too many secrets that he couldn't expose.
Without saying anything, he reached out to open the door and push the other party out, but the nun held the door. She said seriously,
"Don't push, do you know you're going to die!"
"What?"
Hearing what she said, Hoffa was slightly shocked.
"Really, I'm here to remind you."
The nun said seriously.
"Okay, tell me how I'm going to die."
The nun thought for a moment and spread out her hands. "You're going to die. You're going to turn into pieces, ashes, something like that."
Hoffa widened his eyes.
The nun patted him on the shoulder. "But don't be afraid, as long as you can lend me something, you won't die."
"Lend you what?"
The nun pointed at the coffee table. "That."
Hoffa turned his head and saw his magic amplification gloves and a pile of francs on the coffee table.
At this point, he finally knew that the other party not only wanted to enter the house to steal, but also deliberately made alarmist remarks to amuse him. His expression became more and more unfriendly.
"Why should I lend you money?"
The nun said seriously, "It's for your own good."
After a pause, the ugly nun said, "Although you don't know what I'm doing now, you'll understand in two days."
"What's so strange about it?"
Hoffa was very annoyed. "I don't do charity, fraud!"
He pressed the other party's shoulder again. This time, he was determined to push the stalker out of the door.
The scarred nun angrily slapped Hoffa's hand away. "Okay, okay, you ungrateful guy, don't push, I'll walk by myself!"
In the end, she sneered in a low voice. "You'll regret it, don't blame me for not reminding you."
But as soon as she took a step, there was a lot of footsteps outside the house.
Hoffa's expression changed. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into the house.
The scarred nun almost fell to the ground. She blushed and shouted angrily, "What's wrong with you?"
Before the word "thing" could come out, her mouth was covered. Then she saw the young man in front of her put his hand to his lips solemnly.
"Shh."
The strange nun whose mouth was covered widened her eyes in horror. A few seconds later, she heard a series of knocks on the door.
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