"Hey, hey, don't quarrel, don't quarrel."
Delfina tried to smooth things over. "There must be some misunderstanding, Chloe. This is Hoffa Bach I mentioned before. I was going to ask him to send you back to London."
"Him?"
The nun shouted in disbelief. "Him? No way! "
At this time, Norbert also rushed over.
When he saw Delfina standing in front of Hoffa, he took off his sunglasses. He said fiercely, "It's you again, bald woman. Didn't you say you wouldn't follow us?"
"Sorry," Delfina said lazily. "This time, Mr. Bach came here himself."
Norbert saw the nun sobbing with her head down and felt a little awkward. He whispered to Hoffa, "Hey, young man, what did you do to her?"
Hoffa glared at him.
At this time, the scarred nun looked up while sobbing. Norbert exclaimed when he saw the other party's face, "So pathetic?"
Delfina sneered. "More pathetic than the female giant?"
Norbert spat. "What do you know!"
Then, he was not angry, which was rare. Instead, he said awkwardly, "What's the matter? Let's sit down and talk."
Delfina crossed her arms and looked at Hoffa. She teased, "What do you think?"
Hoffa calmed down. In broad daylight, he did not believe that the nun could magically disappear from his side.
"Okay, since we have nothing to do, let's sit down and talk."
Thus, the four of them returned to the restaurant of the hotel where Hoffa was temporarily staying.
In the restaurant, the four of them sat facing each other. Hoffa and Norbert sat together, and opposite them sat the bald employee of the Ministry of Magic, Delfina, and the nun with the ugly scar on her face.
After sitting down. Hoffa's eyes never left the nun, and he did not dare to relax for a moment.
The nun's face was full of grievance and resentment. She hugged her arms angrily and did not look at Hoffa at all.
Delfina was the first to break the ice. She clapped her hands and smiled. "This is Chloe Lemour. The one I want you to help send to London. She is the great, great, great, great granddaughter of the famous alchemist, Nick Lemay. "
Nicole Lemay.
It could be said that he was one of the most famous alchemists in the world.
Hoffa didn't expect the ugly nun with a scar on her face to have such an extraordinary identity. He slightly retracted his contempt, but he was even more puzzled.
Nicole Lemay was someone who could create magic stones that could grant immortality. Why would this little girl steal her magic gloves?
Norber's eyes lit up when he heard Lemour's name, and his attitude became much better. "It seems that I'm quite lucky to run into the direct descendant of a top alchemist. Where are you going?"
"The port will be unsealed tomorrow. When the time comes, I will bring Chloe back to England by sea."
"Are you sure you can get past the Adept's Association?"
"Any ship at sea has to stop at at least three islands, and there are layers of checks on each island.
If you reveal your identity as an English wizard, you will be thrown into the dungeon by the Germans. Even if you cross the sea, the coastline of the British Isles has been eroded by the dark wizards. It is now the darkest place in the world. "
"I know, I came from there."
Delfina sighed. "Zombies are everywhere, and monsters run rampant. Paris is heaven compared to that place. To be honest, I don't have much confidence in bringing someone across the heavily guarded border. "
As the female baldy spoke, she moved closer and lowered her voice.
"Listen, as long as you can help send her to London, I can apply to the Ministry of Magic to remove your arrest warrant. Also, we can work together to face a common enemy."
"I can't." Norber shrugged. "Although I respect Mr. Lemay, who has helped me a lot in alchemy, I'm really sorry. We have our own things to do."
"Where are you going?" Delfina asked.
"Africa. I won't tell you the specific location."
(Norber and Delfina chattered nonsensically. Hoffa turned a deaf ear to what they were saying. His attention was completely focused on the scarred nun opposite him.)
Delfina coughed. "Forgive me for being blunt, but it's a good idea to make weapons and sell them to those rebel groups. But with just the two of you, you're too weak.
We can provide you with raw materials, venues, and all kinds of assistance, as long as you can help us on our way back. "
"This …"
Norber hesitated. He looked at Hoffa.
Hoffa shook his head.
Norber looked at Chloe and hesitated again.
"We can't help, but we have a friend called Frank. He smuggles on the English Channel all year round.
If you can find him and give him enough benefits to tempt him, I think he can help you send her back to England. "
Delfina perked up. "Where should I find him?"
Norbert stood up. "Come with me. I'll give you a token. Give it to him and say that Huo Fa and Norbert asked you to find him. That'll do."
Delfina beamed. "That'll be a great help."
She stood up and straightened her robe. "Mr. Bach."
Hoffa, who had been silent with his arms crossed, glanced at her coldly.
Delfina said, "I'm going to get some tokens with Mr. Hagrid. Can I trouble you to take care of Miss Lemay? Just for a moment. "
"No!"
Chloe, who had been silent, looked at Hoffa and screamed, "I'll go with you."
Hoffa sneered.
Delfina quickly patted Chloe's head. "Be good. No matter what the misunderstanding is, now's not the time to quarrel. Trust me, although Mr. Bach is sometimes weird, you can definitely trust him. "
"I …"
Delfina said, "Good girl."
The scarred nun looked unhappy and sat down angrily.
Hoffa's mouth was full of sarcasm. "I don't know where your inexplicable trust comes from."
Delfina gave him a big smile. She made a begging gesture and then left with Norber.
There were only two people left at the table, Hoffa and the ugly nun, Chloe. The atmosphere was awkward and not harmonious.
Chloe couldn't sit still. She casually grabbed a magazine, flipped through it, and threw it to the side. Following that, she grabbed another magazine and flipped through it, producing clattering sounds.
Hoffa stirred his coffee and thought about how to get the Magic Gloves back. If she didn't say anything, he didn't seem to be able to do anything to her.
"Are you a wizard?" He tried to appease her.
The ugly nun's scarred face popped out from behind the magazine and glared at him.
"It's none of your business!"
"I'm from Hogwarts. Which school are you from?"
The nun's angry face was a little better.
"Hogwarts School of Magic? Which school are you from? "
"Ravenclaw," said Hoffa.
"The Ravenclaw I know isn't as unreasonable and obscene as you," the nun said bluntly.
"They're all polite and smart gentlemen, and you, the most evil Slytherin, are nothing more than that."
Hoffa thought to himself, you're not worthy of wearing a monk's robe. How blind is God to choose you to serve him?
Thinking that he still didn't know where his gloves were hidden, he didn't reveal his thoughts. Instead, he gave a fake smile. "What about you? Boosbottom? "
"No, I didn't go to a magic school, and I don't have a wand."
"Muggle? Dud? "Hoffa was suspicious.
"No, I'm a wizard," said Chloe calmly.
"It's just that I can't control my magic power and can't go to school."
"Oh, that's a shame."
"The magic school is really interesting," Huo Fa said, not really meaning it.
The nun retorted, "Interesting?
Why don't you go to school? It's already the first of September, why are you still in France? Oh, right, you still have to go to Africa! "
The nun laughed and said, "Since when did Hogwarts move to Africa?"
Hoffa felt that it was better for him to keep his mouth shut. He was afraid that if he continued to ask, he would die of anger before he could find the gloves.
He turned his head and looked out the window. Countless soldiers walked past, and heavy tanks rumbled on the ground as if they were preparing for a military parade. A few Gestapo in plain clothes peeked out from behind the newspaper, and a somber and dignified atmosphere gradually filled the street.
A few black-robed wizards jumped off the tanks from a distance, grabbed a few Muggles on the street, and began to inject magic power recovery potions into their necks.
Hoffa turned his head mechanically, his face expressionless.
Chloe was still chattering on the other side. "I said I didn't steal anything, so I didn't steal anything. Also, why don't you go to the police if you lost something? Why are you staring at me? There's nothing on you worth my attention."
She was scolding Hoffa with a face full of disdain. At this moment, a waitress wearing an apron slowly walked over from a distance. She was carrying a coffee pot and had a professional smile on her face.
"Do you want coffee?"
The waitress asked.
"Uh …" Chloe stopped scolding. "Yes, add more milk and sugar."
"Okay."
The waitress bent down and began to pour the coffee.
Hoffa rolled his eyes and found a slight bulge on the waitress' belt. Although the bulge was extremely inconspicuous, Hoffa still detected a trace of dangerous magic power in it.
Was that a magic wand?
Why would a waitress have a magic wand?
As soon as this question appeared in his mind, the waitress discreetly stretched her hand towards Chloe's cup. Like a viper, her spiritual force spread out with a hissing sound.
In the next second, the coffee pot in the waitress' hand turned into a sharp syringe and went straight for Chloe's neck.
Hoffa knew that something was wrong. He jumped up and threw himself at Chloe across the table.
In the blink of an eye, Chloe's head was pressed down and the table was smashed to pieces. Hoffa kicked the waitress in the chest.
She flew backwards and crashed heavily into the restaurant's bulletin board. The bulletin board was smashed to pieces and the diners in the restaurant screamed and fled.
But the waitress stood up as if nothing had happened and straightened her crooked neck with a crack.
But at the same time, countless armed soldiers entered the restaurant. The man in the lead was the SS Colonel who had searched Hoffa's house last night, Muller Manse.
The waitress pulled out her magic wand and pushed aside a table blocking the way. "Magic reaction detected. It's her!"
Muller Manse's cheetah-like head instantly turned and locked onto the corner. He waved his arm and a dozen armed soldiers rushed towards Hoffa and Chloe in the corner.
Hoffa didn't have time to think about what had happened. He pushed aside the wooden plank on his body and crawled to Chloe's side.
Chloe was half-lying on the ground with a syringe inserted into her neck. The blue magic potion in the syringe was rapidly decreasing. After being injected, she was trembling uncontrollably.
He pulled out the syringe and half-hugged Chloe.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Walk faster!"
Chloe struggled to say.
"Damn it!"
Seeing the soldiers getting closer and closer, Hoffa grabbed Chloe's arm and lifted her up. Without hesitation, he entered the illusion state and disappeared into thin air.
The front door was blocked by the crowd. He could only take Chloe and run to the back of the restaurant.
Crashing into the kitchen, Hoffa slammed the iron door shut. As soon as he closed it, countless bumps appeared on the iron door. The soldiers outside the door were madly shooting.
Hoffa took two steps back and put his hands together. He wanted to use the Crushing Grip to control the stones to seal the iron door and prevent the soldiers from coming in.
But before he could cast the spell, a suffocating feeling surged into his brain. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. The room was filled with surging and frantic magic. Under the effect of this magic, the air became as thick as butter, making it difficult for people to breathe.
Turning his head, he saw Chloe lying on the ground. Her face was flushed and the veins on her forehead were bulging. She looked like a dying salted fish, abnormally twisted and stiff.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong with you?"
She did not answer. Her slender fingers clutched her cheeks tightly. The veins on her arm were clearly visible. Those veins were flowing with jaw-dropping magic.
"Oh my god."
Hoffa groaned.
He did not know what was wrong with this girl, but he had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.
Bang!
Bang!
There was a strong impact outside the door. The soldiers outside were about to force their way in.
Hoffa pressed his palms against the ground. Countless stone hands spiraled out from the ground and firmly locked the iron door, making it impossible for the soldiers behind to break through.
The soldiers outside the door also stopped shooting after a few rounds of fruitless banging. However, Huo Fa knew that those people would definitely not let the matter rest.
His perception told him that this building was already surrounded by people, and not even a drop of water could trickle through. Not only were there soldiers, but there were also Wizards.
There was a moment of silence.
Bang! Bang!
Polite knocks on the door.
Hoffa leaned against the door.
A man's hoarse and deep voice sounded outside the door.
"Mr. Bach, I know you're listening, right?"
There was no answer.
Hoffa's heart sank. In the end, he was still recognized.
The man outside continued to persuade him, "I'm a colonel of the SS, Muller Manse. The woman beside you is an abnormal human that we took in. She's very, very dangerous. Now that you've come out, we won't do anything to you. Instead, we'll reward you. "
Abnormal?
Thinking of the picture that the SS officer showed him the night before, he turned his head to take a look.
Chloe, who was lying in the corner and twitching non-stop, did not look like the white-eyed woman in the picture at all.
He walked to the struggling Chloe's side, reached out to her chin, and gently tore it open.
Only then did he realize that the scar on Chloe's face was actually a mask that had been pasted on. Under the intense exercise just now, half of the mask on her face had fallen off.
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