Snake?
Hoffa opened his mouth wide in the stormy night.
However, before he could carefully sense that unknown object, the green snake instantly disappeared from the deck.
No matter how he tried to sense it, he couldn't sense it at all.
This time, his spiritual force field wasn't of any use.
Hoffa slowly moved his body to the corner of the cabin. The ship in the storm, the large snake on the ship.
He really hoped that there wouldn't be any murders the next day.
Reality proved that Hoffa was thinking too much.
After experiencing the crazy night of the summer storm, the morning sun rose, and the clear sky revealed a pink radiance.
Hoffa, who hadn't slept the entire night, came to the deck. Here, large groups of sailors were currently waving their magic wands, repairing the ship's hull that had been damaged by the storm. A large group of seagulls were circling in the sky, and some strange sea creatures could be seen every few steps on the deck.
There were hermit crabs that carried houses, curled starfish, limp salted fish, and limp transparent jellyfish. These were all swept up by last night's storm.
He cautiously swayed around, but he didn't find any trace of a snake. It was as if everything that had happened last night was just his imagination.
After the storm ended.
On the 21st of June, four days after setting out from the Thames, the Papillion arrived at Lisbon on the Iberian Peninsula. The ship needed to resupply midway and pick up passengers.
However, because of the Papillion's size, the ship didn't dock. Hoffa could only lie on the deck and watch as the transport ship brought all kinds of goods and wizards from land onto the ship. He also took the opportunity to look at the orange roofed Portuguese city in the distance, fantasizing about the possible scenery inside.
The Papillion quickly finished resupplying and was about to continue setting out.
At this time, Hoffa saw Ossivia, who was usually holed up in her room, talking to someone on the deck.
The other party was an employee of the Ministry of Magic wearing a wizard's robe. He was around forty years old and wore glasses. His expression seemed a bit anxious and nervous.
After the two finished talking, Ossivia's brows were tightly furrowed as she lay on the deck railing.
Hoffa had never seen that expression on her face before, so he walked over and casually asked, "What's wrong?"
Ossivia said, "It's nothing. It's about work."
Hoffa turned around and looked at the back of the man dressed as an employee.
"Who is that?"
"Employees of the Defense Against Dark Magic Department of the Ministry of Magic. When I arrive in Morocco, they will provide me with some assistance," she said calmly.
Defense Department of Black Magic? Isn't that the Aura?
Hoffa felt that something was wrong. The last time he saw Aura was after the attack on Hogsmeade last year.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Huo Fa asked.
Ossivia glanced at Hoffa. After a while, she reached out and helped Hoffa straighten his clothes.
"You flipped your collar again. Don't be so casual in Morocco."
Hoffa was speechless.
On the 23rd, Hoffa could already see the red soil of Africa and the green date trees along the coastline. That night, the Papillion passed through the Strait of Gibraltar and entered northwest Africa.
This was the first time Hoffa had come to this ancient continent in his two lives. Of course, he already knew that in 1939, Morocco was still under the protection of France and did not have true independence.
Just like when they were in Lisbon, the Papillion did not dock.
Hoffa and Ossivia sat on a small lifeboat and set off from the ship's small dock. They quickly headed toward Casa Blanca's dock.
In their line of sight, the famous African city gradually became clear. In the distance, they could see the yellow-green tower of the Hassan II Mosque.
However, when Hoffa got off the boat, the air was filled with an austere aura that shattered his fantasies of traveling at public expense. It also shattered his excitement of setting foot in Africa for the first time.
There were soldiers holding guns everywhere. Their skin was either brown or yellow, and they wore white or black Arabian robes. The thick smell of Islam hit them in the face.
On the smoke-filled mosaic street. From time to time, soldiers would point their guns at some black people. As they walked, they loudly shouted in a language that they did not understand.
Those black people had their hands on their heads. Most of their clothes were tattered and their feet were bound with chains.
Seeing these people, Hoffa couldn't help looking at his Magic Watch.
Could it be that principal Dippet's friend lived in this kind of place?
He couldn't help doubting whether he could complete the mission to fix the watch. At the same time, he was also doubtful about the mission itself. What did Ossivia come to this kind of place for?
Of course, he already did not expect Ossivia to give him an answer.
After getting off the boat, she took out her magic wand and tapped Hoffa's body. Immediately, Hoffa's shirt and pants turned into an Arabian robe.
As for Osivia's clothes, they had turned into a pure black cloth robe as she walked. The robe covered her face, leaving only a pair of green eyes that were airtight. She took out a map from her bag and looked at it a few times before choosing a direction.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Hoffa gave a shrug and followed her into this heavily guarded city.
The place was filled with geometric gray-white houses, covered with Arabic and Quran inscriptions.
There were muggle soldiers with rifles looking at the two of them from time to time, but their attention quickly moved to other places.
After passing through six protective nets with iron wires, the surrounding environment relaxed a bit. There were some pedestrians and peddlers with goods on their heads that appeared on the street.
But that was only relatively speaking. Through the arched windows and on the roofs of nearby buildings, Hoffa could still see many vigilant gazes and black muzzles.
Ossivia led Hoffa for around an hour. They wandered through various streets and alleys while looking at the map.
After walking for half an hour, something was wrong because Ossivia brought Hoffa back to where they entered the city.
The hot and dry weather made Hoffa's back and chest wet. The robe on his body was like a blanket that covered his sweat. He gritted his teeth and looked at the tall girl beside him. She looked at the map calmly and changed directions.
Gradually, his muscles became tired. At this time, Hoffa thought of the Madman's knowledge that he had just obtained — Gujar's Transformation Spell.
Life Transformation.
Suddenly, the blue bar in his mind decreased a little and the red bar increased.
Hoffa converted 10% of his magic power into life.
Health: 6
Magic Power: 4
Most of his fatigue disappeared.
Huo Fa caught up with Senior Sister Oselvia in large strides.
He had to admit that the Madman's knowledge this time was quite useful.
However, the Transformation Spell lasted for less than half an hour before Hoffa began to feel tired again.
Moreover, the bad news was that half an hour later, Ossivia led Hoffa back to the starting point.
She looked at the map calmly, changed her direction, and continued to walk. The two of them kept walking in and out of the residential area. Finally, Hoffa couldn't take it anymore. He felt that he would get a heatstroke sooner or later if he continued walking like this. This senior might have some poor sense of direction. Otherwise, why would they always go back to the same place?
"Excuse me, can you let me have a look at the map?"
Finally, after another half an hour, Hoffa covered the scorching sun with his hand and asked while panting.
The map was handed to Hoffa's nose.
Hoffa took the map and entered a meditative state. His mental power field began to quickly cover the surroundings.
After analyzing the surroundings for a while, his face darkened. He raised the map. "Where are we going?"
Ossivia reached out and pointed on the map. "Hotel Lebrun in the center of the city."
"Then where are we?"
Ossivia hesitated for a moment and pointed at the bottom right corner of the map.
"Here."
Hoffa turned the map 180 degrees and pointed at the bottom left corner of the map. "Sorry, you went the wrong way. We're here."
There was a moment of silence.
"The heat will affect my thinking," Ossivia said without any embarrassment.
Hoffa didn't want to talk to her. He changed the direction and used a conversion spell to change his life to seven points. He walked quickly, and Ossivia followed behind him.
Although 70% of his life was huge, the decrease in magic power had already affected his brain slightly. His head hurt a little.
At this moment, Hoffa suddenly thought of his two friends.
Miranda, who might be here, was quietly reading Muggle books in a library somewhere, blowing on an electric fan. Occasionally, she could chat with her other personality.
Aglaia, on the other hand, was probably lying on a white beach in the Mediterranean, sunbathing, drinking iced juice, and ordering a bunch of servants to add ice to her juice.
Finally, after another half an hour of walking. They came to a high point in the city. The architectural style around them began to change, and the geometric buildings gradually disappeared. They turned into tall, Catholic-style buildings.
The tops of the buildings began to turn from round to pointed, and the decorations changed from the Koran to complicated patterns and crosses.
Ossivia showed her ID and led Hoffa across a heavily guarded street. The environment here became clean and tidy. There was more vegetation around, and the brown people gradually turned white.
She pulled down the black veil on her face and transformed back into the outfit she wore in London. Holding her wand, she was about to turn around and dispel Hoffa's transformation spell.
But Hoffa dispelled Ossivia's transformation spell the moment she transformed. He even specially shortened the sleeves of his shirt.
It was so hot that if he had enough magic power, he would've transformed into a Thunderbird and caused a storm here first.
Ossivia was stunned for a few seconds. She probably didn't expect her transformation spell to be so easily dispelled by the boy in front of her.
She frowned imperceptibly and put her wand back.
The two passed through a row of dense palms and dragon blood trees and came to a domed manor with a round thatched roof. The building was six or seven stories high. The decoration was simple but not lacking in grandeur. All kinds of old cars were parked on the mosaic tiles in front of the door.
This was a hotel, a rather high-end hotel. Even in the future, it could be considered a five-star hotel.
"We're here. Do you speak French?"
Ossivia asked. She took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her face and handed another handkerchief to Hoffa.
"No." Hoffa said honestly. He took the handkerchief, wiped his sweat, and handed it back. But the other party waved her hand, indicating that Hoffa should keep it for himself.
"In that case, don't run around when we're here. It's been a bit chaotic here recently."
The two entered the hotel one after the other. As soon as they pushed the door open, they heard a pleasant ding from the counter.
Immediately, a doorman came out from the porch and exchanged a few words with Ossivia in French. Then, he bowed politely and led Ossivia and Hoffa through a narrow corridor and around a large open-air swimming pool.
They came to a counter on the inner side of the hotel.
Behind the counter was an arched Barbal-style hall. The walls were rough mahogany and the floor was covered with a round crimson carpet.
In the middle of the hall, an old man and a young registration girl sat in front of the counter. Hoffa could tell at a glance that the old man was the manager of this place.
His hair was pure white and his head was half protruding. He wore a tropical shirt with palm trees printed on it. He wore a silver necklace around his neck and at least seven of his ten fingers had rings. His exposed neck and arms were covered with tattoos.
This was a flashy old man.
Seeing the two of them come over, the old man, who was smoking a hookah, sat up straight in his rattan chair.
He smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of bright red gums.
"Hello, welcome to Hotel Lebrun. Are you here for lodging or business?"
His English had a thick French accent, which made it hard for people to hear him clearly.
Ossivia took out a hairpin, which turned into a letter. She handed the letter over.
"Business, and also stay for a while."
The flashy old man was smiling at first, but when his eyes turned to the signature on the letter in the witch's hand, his smile immediately disappeared.
Taking the letter, the old man took out a pair of glasses from his shirt pocket and carefully looked at the spy, reading word by word for a long time.
Then, he took out a magic wand from under the counter and tapped it on Dippet's Headmaster's stamp.
Finally, he put away the glasses. He stood up and held out his hand to Ossivia. "Raymond, Lebrun."
"Ossivia." The tall girl held out her hand expressionlessly and the two shook hands.
Then, Raymond sat down and sighed. "I haven't seen the Hogwarts in a long time. How's Headmaster Dippet's health?" (This time, his English was much more accurate)
"Very healthy." The witch from the Snake Courtyard said indifferently. "I'll have to trouble you to inform Boothbottom about the matter."
Raymond nodded with a slightly dignified expression. "I'll inform the school."
Ossivia: "When you come back, I'll bring the things back. It's best to move quickly."
Hoffa didn't know what the two were talking about. In short, he was confused.
However, this man's name was Raymond Lebrun. Presumably, he was related to the maker of his watch, Francois Lebrun.
It seemed that Headmaster Dippet wanted him to find this place.
The two finally ended their conversation.
Raymond put the letter in his pocket. Only then did he notice the somewhat thin boy next to the green robed witch.
He turned his head to look at Hoffa. "What about you? Lodging or business? "
Hoffa took off his watch and handed it over.
"Headmaster Dippet wanted me to fix this watch. Said Hoffa."
Oh. The old man looked over it and revealed a smile. "Not bad, Francois's Magic Watch. It's very well preserved. This is my father's old product. It can measure magic power and store magic power. It's a very reliable design. But this watch doesn't seem to have a Magic Crystal installed, so it can't store magic power anymore. "
Father, so this old man in front of him was Francois's son? Then Francois?
"Can it still be fixed?" Hoffa asked.
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