The two wizards stood at the door. Hoffa and the Gestapo stood face to face. The phone in the room kept ringing, and the Gestapo's expression was uncertain.
"Let me take this call."
Hoffa asked tentatively.
The SS colonel nodded with a sullen expression.
Hoffa walked to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Let Müller answer the phone."
The person on the phone spoke bluntly in German.
Müller Hoffa looked in surprise at the gloomy colonel next to him and handed him the phone.
"It's 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 said something unknown.
The Gestapo asked, "Oh, that's strange. Why do you have this family's number?"
The person on the other end of the phone said something again, and the Gestapo's expression became sarcastic. "Then what are your conditions?"
There was no sound from the other end of the phone.
The Gestapo sighed. "Ah, you don't mean it, do you?"
At this moment, a shrill female voice came from the phone. She shouted something unknown, and the Gestapo's expression immediately changed. "Where are you? I'll pick you up right away. "
The person on the other end of the phone said something unknown, and then hung up.
He put down the phone. The Gestapo took a deep breath and smiled coldly at the dumbfounded Hoffa.
"It's a misunderstanding, Mr. Raphael. I wish you good dreams and a happy life."
Then, without giving Hoffa a chance to speak, he opened the door without hesitation.
The two Adepts from the Adept's Association glanced at Huo Fa coldly and followed behind the Gestapo. They strode out of Hoffa's room.
After the German officer in charge of the search left, the room fell into a dead silence. Hoffa's bones cracked, his body became shorter and thinner, and his hair turned gray.
The effect of the compound decoction disappeared. He sat motionless at the table and stared at the old-fashioned phone in front of him, as if he wanted to stare at it until it exploded.
These days, there was no incoming call notification, nor was there a dial display.
If there was, he would find out who had called him just now.
The person on the other end of the phone had no intention of talking nonsense with him. He was fully aware that there was a German officer in his family, and he might even know about the predicament he was in. Otherwise, he wouldn't have resolved the crisis so easily.
However, this did not make Hoffa feel relaxed or relieved at all.
Instead, it made him feel a great sense of danger. If his every move was under the surveillance of some unknown person, then would he still have any secrets in the eyes of the other party?
This made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He could hardly sit still.
Finally, he stood up angrily, raised his hand and smashed the light switch. Then, he strode to his room and lifted the bed board with one hand.
No matter what, he wanted to find the source of the trouble, the strange female burglar, or interrogate her, or chase her away as soon as possible, or chase her away after the interrogation.
However, when he pulled open the door to the room, there was no one under the bed, not even a shadow.
Looking at the empty space under the bed, Hoffa had a bad feeling. He immediately opened the cupboard and looked at the box he used to hide the Magic-Amplifying Gloves.
Borrow money?
Well, there was nothing left in the box. The Magic-Amplifying Gloves, the money, and the pistol were all gone.
Looking at the empty box, Huo Fa smashed his fist on the wall and cursed out loud, "What the hell?!
"F * ck, I knew it!"
It was okay to lose the money since most of his assets were not in cash. But the Magic-Amplifying Gloves were all his hard work for more than a year. Without it, his combat power would be reduced by at least half!
He searched the room without stopping, but the female burglar was nowhere to be found. It was as if she had evaporated into thin air.
"What the hell is going on? One day."
He sat on the mattress with a headache and painfully rubbed his temples. He tried to analyze some useful information from the confusing situation, but no matter how hard he thought, he could not think of anything.
At night, the sky began to rain, lightning flashed, and thunder roared.
Another shower began to pour down, and the room was dark. Occasionally, there would be silent flashes of lightning, outlining the raindrops on the window. Hoffa took off his clothes and lay on his back on the hard mattress.
The hurricane beat Paris, and when the window suddenly lit up, the sound of thunder echoed throughout the room, and the afterimages of lightning were reflected in his eyes.
Hoffa, who had been through a whole day of chaos, leaned back on the mattress and fell into a deep sleep.
His mind was filled with various dreams, which made his sleep extremely restless. In his sleep, he would always unconsciously dream of some fragments of the past, good and bad.
The next morning, when the thunderstorm stopped, Hoffa got up with messy hair and dark circles under his eyes. He looked at the empty box and sighed.
After washing up, he walked out of the house and came to the bank of the Seine. Norbert was sitting on a wooden chair at the intersection, reading the newspaper with a pair of sunglasses, waiting for him.
Hoffa walked to him and greeted him listlessly.
"Morning, are you done packing?"
"Yes."
Norbert closed the newspaper. "I'm going to take you to Yaounde. No one can find you there. Wait, what's wrong with you? You look like you're about to die."
"We were robbed."
Hoffa said with a dark face.
"What little property we have was all stolen."
"Robbed?"
Norbert was shocked.
"What kind of robber could steal your things? Aren't you a wizard whose mind and perception are supreme?"
"Okay, stop talking."
Hoffa forced himself to be alert. "Yaounde, where is that?"
"Africa. There's a tribal armed group there that's willing to buy our weapons at a high price. We have to send the things there before the fifth. "
"What's the date today?"
Hoffa asked casually.
"The first of September," Norbert said. "You can't even remember the time."
The first of September. Hoffa was stunned.
If it was in the past, he would be on the express train to Hogwarts by now.
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. Let's get out of here quickly. "
He said calmly, "This place is against me. It's too unlucky."
They did not speak on the way. The two came to the port on the north coast of Seine-Marne, intending to go out to sea from here.
When they arrived, Hoffa found that the whole port was crowded with people. They were carrying bags of various sizes, and their faces were full of confusion and fear. They were all Jews who were about to be transferred from France to Germany.
There were several transport ships docked at the dock, and countless soldiers in black leather coats stood near the dock with guns in their hands. The Jews lined up one by one and boarded the transport ships under the supervision of the soldiers. The fate that awaited them was, without exception, being sent to concentration camps and then death.
"These people will get their retribution."
Norbert sighed.
"Who will get their retribution?"
Hoffa's lips curled into a sarcastic smile.
Norbert whispered in his ear, "It's not you. Don't be nosy. We'll leave once we get on the ship."
The two were about to leave when the tip of Hoffa's foot touched a glass tube. He subconsciously looked down. It turned out to be an old-fashioned syringe. There were still some faint magic waves on it.
Out of curiosity, he bent down to pick up the syringe and sniffed it with his nose.
Years of magic education and proficiency in alchemy immediately told him what the syringe used to contain.
"A powerful magic recovery potion. How can there be such a thing?" he murmured.
Norbert asked, "What is it?"
Hoffa's eyes drifted into the distance. Looking carefully, there was more than one glass tube on the ground. Instead, there were several abandoned glass tubes scattered every few steps.
Walking along the glass tubes, he actually found a few German wizards in black robes by the river. They were injecting the necks of the ragged Jewish Muggles one by one. Only one was released after each injection.
There were several large boxes on the ground, filled with unopened magic recovery potions.
This unusual action made Hoffa click his tongue.
What were these corrupt wizards doing? Why were they injecting the Muggles with magic recovery potions? The Muggles had no magic power in their bodies, so it was useless to inject them.
Norbert followed him and saw it too. He exclaimed in a low voice, "Do they have so much money to burn?"
Before he finished his sentence, he shut up and dragged Hoffa away from the group of German wizards who were behaving strangely.
In addition to the warships transporting the Jews, there were also several medium-sized cruise ships docked at the dock. They were all ships heading to various German-occupied areas and the Axis Powers. None of the ships were heading to any of the Allies.
But just as Norbert was about to board the ship with a ticket, a group of armed soldiers came from afar.
"Wait a minute."
Seeing the soldiers inspecting the ship, Norbert took out a few documents with ease. However, the soldier waved his hand. "You're not allowed to board the ship today. Go back first."
Hoffa was slightly stunned.
Norbert said, "That's not right. Weren't we allowed to board the ship a few days ago?"
"A few days ago was a few days ago. Recently, we're investigating a fugitive."
The soldier impatiently slapped Norbert's hand away.
"Come back in two days."
Norbert and Hoffa looked at each other. "Two days is fine. Two days it is."
After leaving the cruise terminal, Norbert touched his chin suspiciously. "What's going on? Why did these Germans suddenly seal off the dock?!"
Hoffa thought of the Gestapo who knocked on his door last night and said, "They seem to be looking for someone."
"Looking for someone? Who? You?"
"No, they're not looking for me. They're looking for a woman."
"A woman?"
"A woman." Hoffa pointed to his eyes. "A woman with cataracts."
"Cataracts?"
Norbert was suspicious. "What are you talking about?"
"Me."
Hoffa was about to share his crazy experience with Norbert last night, but at this moment, a familiar figure came into view in front of Hoffa.
On the other side of the bridge, a nun in convent clothes hurried past with her head lowered. Seeing the monk's robe, he immediately pushed Norbert away.
Norbert asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Wait for me here."
With that, he rushed up without hesitation and reached the other side of the bridge in a few steps. The nun turned sideways and disappeared into the bustling crowd.
"Stop!"
Hoffa didn't care about scaring others. He used his hands to push the crowd apart and chased after the nun.
The nun didn't seem to hear him and walked straight ahead. But she was also blocked by the crowd and for a moment, her speed was strangely slow.
Very soon, Huo Fa caught up to him. He placed his hand on the man's shoulder and forcefully pulled him back.
"Hey!"
The nun was startled and turned her head abruptly.
Huo Fa revealed a sinister grin. Although it was very dark last night and the other party was wearing a mess of smoky makeup, making it impossible to see her face clearly, Huo Fa still recognized her at first glance because of the iconic scar on her face.
There was no doubt that this was the female thief who inexplicably broke into his house last night and stole his magic glove and 10,000 francs.
Looking at the other party's stunned expression, Hoffa grabbed the nun's wrist. "Caught you."
The young nun with a scar on her face was taken aback and struggled to break free.
"Hey, who are you?"
"Pretend, keep pretending! Do you think I'm an idiot? "
Hoffa sneered. "I'm telling you, if you don't return what you stole from me today, we're not done today!"
Seeing the dispute, the passengers waiting to board the ship all looked over.
The nun's expression became a little frightened. She looked around, then secretly exerted force and said in exasperation, "Let go of me!"
Hoffa couldn't help but be annoyed when he saw that the other party had no intention of returning his things and didn't even look guilty.
He grabbed the nun's arm without allowing her to explain.
"Look at you wearing a monk's robe and acting dumb so skillfully?"
The nun said angrily, "Are you crazy? What the hell are you talking about! "
Hoffa was so angry that he laughed.
Seeing that more and more people were looking over, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous. It wouldn't be worth it if he attracted the attention of the German wizards.
So he settled the matter and said in a low voice, "B * stard, if you're short on money, I'll give you a thousand francs, but you have to return my gloves. That thing is useless to you."
Slap!
Before he could finish his words, the only reply he got was a loud and clear slap on his face.
The nun's face turned red. "Are you crazy? Who took your things?"
"Shh ~"
The passers-by who were watching the show clicked their tongues in surprise.
Hoffa was stunned by the sudden slap. His eyes widened little by little, and his face darkened.
"You're asking for it! You're asking for it!"
With that, Hoffa exerted force on his wrist and dragged her directly into the alley.
The nun struggled hard. "Psycho, let go of me! Let go of me! Help, help! "
A few people who were watching the show looked at each other. Two of them wanted to go forward but were stopped by their companions.
It could be that human lives were worthless these days, and everyone was eager to protect themselves. It could also be that Hoffa's mental strength was too strong, or that the nun was simply too ugly.
She screamed a few times, but no one came to save her.
Huo Fa simply pressed the scarred nun against the wall with one hand. "Shout! If you don't return my things, no one will save you even if you scream yourself hoarse! "
"Who are you? What do you want? “
"Give me back my gloves. You can go wherever you want. I promise I won't even look at you."
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
Hoffa nodded. "Okay, that's what Durant said too."
"What Durant?"
"You really didn't tell me the truth. You forced me to do this. "
Hoffa reached into the pocket of her robe and fumbled.
The scar-faced nun panicked. Tears welled up in her eyes. She began to plead. "Let me go, I didn't take anything."
When Hoffa saw her expression, he didn't think it was fake. But when he thought about her performance last night, he was immediately sure that she was acting. Otherwise, he would be blind.
So he cursed in his heart. He flipped her over with his other hand and wanted to search her waist.
This time, the nun wailed.
"Rogue, let go!!"
But just as Hoffa was about to reach for her waist, a shout came from afar.
"Stop!"
Hoffa who was looking for his gloves stopped and looked at the person who came. He wanted to know who still loved to meddle in other people's business and fight for justice in this day and age.
He saw a tall figure standing at the entrance of the alley. The figure was wearing a gray robe and had a bald head. It was a woman. It was actually the Ministry of Magic employee Hoffa saw yesterday, Delfina.
"Chloe."
Delfina quickly walked to the two of them. She looked at Hoffa up and down and said in disbelief, "Mr. Bach."
"Why are you here?" Hoffa asked in a low voice.
"I should be the one asking."
Delfina: "What are you doing to her, Mr. Bach?"
Hoffa loosened his fingers. As soon as he let go, the scar-faced nun sat on the ground, hugging her knees. Her shoulders shook as she cried. She cried very sadly.
Hoffa pointed at the nun squatting on the ground. "What's your relationship with this person?"
Delfina didn't answer. She squatted down first. She patted the crying nun's shoulder. "What's wrong, Chloe?"
"He, he, he molested me."
The nun sobbed.
"Ugly, who wants to molest you?" Hoffa's stomach churned. "Give me back my things, then we'll go our separate ways and have nothing to do with each other!"
Delfina: "Chloe, did you take someone else's things?"
"Slander, slander without shame."
The crying nun stood up and pointed at Hoffa's nose with red eyes and scolded, "Only a dog would take your things, I've never seen you at all!"
Hoffa laughed with his hands on his waist. He had never seen such a good actor. Her acting skills were so good that she could win an Oscar.
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