Night fell, and the November chill made the English land even colder than the French. A few dim stars shone in the sky, like fireworks that were about to be extinguished.
Hoffa walked along the long coastline with a torch in his hand. There was only a nun beside him, and a desolate and empty town.
He did not use illumination magic. An illumination spell without a wand was not difficult for him, but he did not want anyone to notice that something was wrong.
However, after the two of them landed on the coast for a while, nothing unexpected happened. For a long time, they did not meet a single person.
They did not see Black Sorcerers walking everywhere, and there were as many Yin Corpses as dogs. They also did not see the legendary army of Muggles. There was only empty land due to the chaos of war, and abandoned towns that were densely covered in water vapor.
Other than the whistling of the strong wind, this land was dead silent. In comparison, even the low creak of footsteps seemed particularly loud. There were no birds singing in the forest, and no pedestrians walking on the streets.
There were only dilapidated houses, and intertwined dead thorns growing naked on the rocks. The few weeds were mostly nettles, and occasionally there were plants with sawtooth or sharp thorns.
There were even some smelly plants. If one accidentally stepped on them, the rotten smell would spread everywhere. Even where the moonlight shone, there was no warmth at all. The pale half-moon hung in the western forest, and there was a hint of coldness in the light, as if it had blended into the shadows.
Puddles of dried blood could occasionally be seen on the ground. They were scattered everywhere like brown lichen, but surprisingly, there were no corpses.
It was terrifyingly calm.
If it was not for the cold on his face when he woke up every morning, and his stomach growling because of the lack of food every night, Hoffa would almost think that he had entered some strange dream again.
It was another long walk in the no man's land, from day to night. After nightfall.
"Do you want to rest? We've been walking for a day. "
Crowley asked in a low voice beside Huo Fa. At this moment, her clothes were sloppy, but the ugly makeup covering her face was gradually disappearing, revealing a tired yet elegant and refined face.
"Okay."
Hoffa did not waste any time. He pressed down on the ground, used a transformation spell to create a simple cave in the rock, and started a bonfire. In the surrounding empty towns, he collected some food for Chloe and himself.
Most of it was ordinary canned food, hard and moldy cheese, or military rations discarded by soldiers. However, they could not be picky at this time, and could only eat what they had.
It was almost the middle of November, and the fruitless search made Huo Fa wonder if his judgment was correct. If Muller Manns wasn't as smart as he thought, he wouldn't have bet on the kids at all and just waited on the shore for them to show up.
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The flames crackled and burned in the dark night. There were only the two of them around. They had talked about almost everything they could talk about. Most of the time, there was only silence between them.
"Are you still looking?"
Suddenly, Chloe asked, hugging her knees.
. "No!?"
Hoffa's hand that was fiddling with the bonfire paused. This was the first time in a long time that the nun had asked him to give up.
"I'm just asking. I have no intention of giving up."
"Then continue," Hoffa said.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"What?"
"Why do you want to send me back? What did Delfina promise you? Or is there something you need me to do for you? "She asked half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"Eh? Why are you asking this? "
"I want to know," the nun said in a rare tone, "Tell me."
"When we get to London, I'll tell you."
Hoffa said absent-mindedly, "He doesn't want to talk about this topic."
"Okay." The nun smiled tiredly, "You're not the same as when we first met."
"Really?"
Hoffa was curious, "What's the difference?"
"Well," the nun thought for a moment, "When we get to London, I'll tell you."
Hoffa pursed his lips, "Rest early. We'll continue tomorrow."
The stars in the sky shone a little brighter. The nun who finished her simple dinner leaned against the rock and began to nap. As she slept, her head slid to Hoffa's shoulder.
He didn't know how many times she had leaned on him after she fell asleep. Maybe it was because of the cold, or maybe it was because his shoulder was slightly softer than the rock.
Hoffa didn't push her away. In this empty and lonely environment, he was glad that there was a life beside him.
Maybe there were two … He took out the glass ball from his waist and looked at the unknown creature that he had captured. It stretched out its tentacles and slowly spun and danced in the glass ball made by the transfiguration spell.
For the past few days, he would take this thing out of curiosity every night to observe it, hoping to figure out its hidden secret.
But it only hovered in the glass bottle every day. It didn't eat or drink, and it didn't communicate with Hoffa. Even when he used the transfiguration spell to create a sharp thorn in the glass bottle to stab it, it only gracefully circled away silently.
But today, the creature's behavior was a little strange. When it sensed that Hoffa was looking at it, its misty head opened like a flower. The starlight shone through the mist and reflected on the glass ball, forming a map.
On the map, he saw the bonfire he lit, the sleeping Chloe, and a moving dot of light in the distance.
"What's the meaning of this?"
Hoffa asked in a low voice. This little monster that could bring nightmares was mysterious. Until now, he still didn't know what its ability was.
The monster in the glass bottle only rose and hovered, like a fairy in a bottle, silent but enchanting.
"Chloe?"
He nudged the nun beside him. The nun breathed evenly and lazily like a cat. She curled up beside his arm and didn't seem to have any intention of waking up.
Hoffa gave up on the idea of waking her up. He slowly pushed her head away and stood up. He stared at the moving dot of light on the map. Could it be that this little monster was reminding him that there was someone nearby?
He hadn't seen anyone for so many days. If he could find someone to ask and understand the situation, that would be great.
The dot of light wasn't far from his position. In the end, Hoffa decided to go and take a look. He covered Chloe with a coat and cast a protective spell around her. He quickly set off.
His speed was very fast. In the night, he was like a ghost. There was nothing in the empty town at night to obstruct him. Soon, he followed the route on the glass ball and arrived at the estuary of the coastal river.
Here, he found a freighter stranded at the estuary. Its abdomen was blown open by cannon fire. It was the small freighter that they had boarded in the French port of Normandy.
Seeing this freighter, Hoffa's eyes lit up. He quickly stepped onto the freighter that was tilted on the sand.
However, when he boarded the freighter, there was no one on the freighter. The mess and blood on the deck still told of the chaos and cruelty that had happened here. Hoffa touched the dried blood on the floor and frowned.
Everyone was taken away.
He took out the glass ball. The dot of light on the glass ball was flickering less than five meters away from him.
"Who's there!?"
He asked.
No one answered.
In such a quiet and austere atmosphere, his plan to peacefully ask questions gradually failed. He put on his metal gloves and black metal pieces covered his right hand little by little.
As if sensing danger, the monster in the glass ball closed its head and continued to hover aimlessly.
The light on the glass ball went out. Hoffa raised his finger and chanted softly. "Fluorescent Dance." A silver dot of light flew up from his fingertip in an anti-gravity way and circled around his head.
As he continued to walk in, the light of the fluorescent spell seemed to encounter some resistance and dimmed.
This place was completely different from the ship he saw when he crossed the sea. The walls were painted white, and there were specks of blood stuck to them.
A wooden stick with a clothes hook was nailed to the wall by the door. It was used by the crew to hang clothes. There was a newspaper under the wooden stick. The newspaper was full of scratches. When someone was dragged away from here, they had grabbed the wooden board with all their strength but to no avail.
Then there was the wall by the side. There was nothing left. There was only the wire hanging on it that was originally connected to the captain's room. Not sure if it was blown away by the spell or by the cannon fire, it was smashed to pieces on the ground.
He went all the way down.
The slanted stairs creaked under his feet. He still remembered this place. When he was at sea, there were many children running around in this corridor.
When he reached the stairs on the left of the second floor below the deck, the ground was even more broken and chaotic. He stepped on something that was neither hard nor soft. When he moved his foot to take a look, it turned out to be a human hand.
It was a human hand that was blown apart.
Looking at the broken part, he saw the moonlight shining in through the huge gap in the bulkhead. It was a gap caused by the cannon fire, and a man's head was hanging on the metal of the gap.
Under the dancing fluorescent light, Hoffa walked to the man's head.
It was Matthew.
The thug who planned to paralyze him and throw him into the sea to feed the fish was now looking at him with a pale and ferocious face under the dancing fluorescent light, as if he was accusing the German wizard of being ruthless and cruel when he arrived.
Hoffa moved his eyes away and looked at the ground.
The footboard was covered with a thick layer of congealed blood. It had been congealed for a long time, but it still had the unique texture of fresh blood. Some footprints could be seen in the dried blood. They were very shallow and were left not long ago.
He gently put his foot on the footboard and stepped on it. There was a creaking sound. The explosion did not completely destroy the structure of the hull, and it could still bear his weight.
So he kept going down to the bottom floor and saw the door of the room he used to live in was wide open. The way it was opened was not because of the explosion, but because someone had pushed the handle open.
He touched the wall and raised his vigilance again.
If he was not mistaken, everyone here should have been taken away by the Manse. Could there be a fish that escaped the net among so many wizards?
Or did they know that he would come back?
So they stayed here to block him.
The fluorescent spell disappeared.
???? He focused his mind and calmed his breath. His body rippled like a chameleon and disappeared into the air. At the same time. He carefully kicked away the scattered glass shards on the ground and stood at the door of the room like a ghost. Under the cold moonlight, he saw the light spots on the floor of the room quickly blurring.
Someone.
He was sure of it.
But he was also sure that the other party could not see him. Just like he could not see that guy.
The stalemate lasted for almost three or four minutes, and a dark cloud covered the bright moonlight in the sky. There was a soft sound in the corner, and a faint magic wave. The shadow on the ground blurred again.
Hoffa immediately turned around, and a dangerous coma spell floated past him. His magic glove flashed with a dangerous red light, and he raised his hand and smashed it behind him.
The wooden door seemed to be hit by an invisible air hammer, and it caved in with a click, followed by a suppressed groan of pain.
"Come out."
Huo Fa pressed down on the invisible head with his hand.
This time, the answer he got was a sharp dagger. It was the transformed wand. Huo Fa was very familiar with this trick. He only needed to make a slight mistake. The transformation spell was quickly disintegrated under the confrontation of mental power, and the sharp knife turned back into a magic wand. Not only that, he also grabbed the transparent wrist of the person opposite him.
"Is this all you've got?"
Hoffa said.
The illusory man struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free. He whispered, "Burning Flame!"
Orange flames rose from the transparent arm, burning his arm. Hoffa shook off his arm, grabbed the magic wand at the same time, and quickly took three steps back.
"If you don't come out, don't blame me for being rude."
Accompanied by the cold words, the cabin changed shape, except for under his feet, and sharp iron thorns grew.
Crack. There was a soft sound, accompanied by a violent magic wave. The man abandoned his magic wand and tried to use Mirage. Hoffa closed his five fingers, and the thorns five meters away bent and grew wildly.
"Ouch!"
Accompanied by a painful cry with a London accent, "Let me go!"
One of the adepts was forcefully dragged out of the state of Phantom Transference. It was a man in a black and yellow robe, tall and with a wide chin.
He didn't look old, only a year or two older than Hoffa.
If it were in the past, Huo Fa would have incapacitated any opponent he encountered in such an environment and interrogated them without hesitation.
But this time, he didn't choose to do that. Instead, he let go of the boy in front of him. This was because there was a badger tattooed on the chest of his yellow and black robe. This was a student of Hogwarts, and from Hufflepuff Academy.
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