The 7th arrondissement, next to the Eiffel Tower, is home to shopping streets and many fortress-like castle-like buildings, most of which are convents and religious chapels.

After saying goodbye to Noble near the Eiffel Tower, Hoffa prepared to go home.

But at this moment, the inexplicable sense of peeping that had begun in the day came back to his heart, and he stopped and stood on the asphalt road where the night wind was howling and looked back.

Didn't see a single person.

He frowned, turned on the mental force field, and suddenly the whole world turned into a black and white line drawing, and his spirit scanned the ground like a radar, but still did not perceive any trace of the existence of other creatures.

"Strange"

Hoffa whispered.

Psychic perception is turned off, and the world returns to normal.

He is good at spirit and perception, since he reached a compromise with the inner void a year ago, perception and intuition have improved significantly, even top wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald, even if he can't beat it now, they will definitely not be able to escape their own perception, as long as he deliberately scans, he doesn't think anyone can evade his perception, even if it is a phantom spell.

Could it be the woman from the Ministry of Magic?" Hofa thought to himself.

He glanced at the remaining mana on the glove, there was still a lot of left, he didn't dare to save any more mana, and immediately entered the ghost walk, and disappeared into the air in a daze.

Skirting two streets full of old-fashioned black Mercedes, you will find yourself in a tree-lined neighborhood. He just showed his form.

Through the shadows of the trees, he could see several German officers in black uniforms standing on the street, whispering something to no avail.

Seeing this scene, Hoffa quickly lowered his head. This was the era when Germany was at its most powerful, and as long as it was in German-occupied territory, the Gestapo was everywhere.

The Gestapo did not notice Hoffa, and without attracting anyone's attention, he hurried to a row of façade rooms, took out a bunch of keys, and opened one of the wooden doors.

It is a pretty good place to live, although the area is not large, but the floor is covered with a wool carpet with twisted patterns, a refrigerator and a TV, and there are three crystal chandeliers on the ceiling.

There was a pair of rattan slippers to be changed in front of him, but Hoffa didn't want to change them, he staggered to the sofa and collapsed on the sofa.

It was Hoffa's temporary home and the site of the Germans. Basically, apart from this area, the rest of Paris is routinely searched on a daily basis.

After Noble bought the house from an Italian Muggle half a year ago, they used the place as a safe house, where they collected 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 slammed against the marble tabletop with a heavy sound. On the coffee table, in addition to metal gloves, there were also rolls and rolls of paper money, money from various countries, and a black pistol.

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep for a while, but perhaps because the conflict at night was a little intense, he did not fall asleep, so he opened his eyes and looked at the suspended ceiling and began to be in a daze.

He was the only one in the empty, dark house, which was about three meters high, and there was always a slight sound of marbles bouncing on the ceiling, as if trying to lure him upstairs to investigate.

The floor clock in the corner swings back and forth. Make a tick-tock

After about ten minutes, Hoffa frowned a little irritably.

Creak!

Accompanied by a palpitating sound of gear twisting

The parts of the corner pendulum were twisted into Muggles by Transfiguration.

He picked up the pistol on the coffee table and stared at it for a long time, when some dusty memories suddenly broke into his brain.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Sylby, and at this moment he began to feel a little sympathy for the guy, who had been in a wheelchair for hundreds of years, how the hell had he survived this damn long river of time.

The bell was stopped from ringing with magic, and the surroundings fell into complete silence, except for the occasional laughter and laughter from the distant ** German officer's home.

He threw away his gun, grinned helplessly, got up from the couch, poured himself a glass of water, and turned on the TV.

In 1942, although there was no Internet and not much high technology, some of the most basic information technology had begun to take shape, and at least there was no problem in understanding the news.

It's just that if he wants to understand it all and understand the meaning, he has to spend some brain cells translating German, and he just doesn't want to spend more brain cells.

The flashing **** images on the black-and-white TV, Hitler's raised arms, his highly incendiary speeches, the soldiers marching neatly, and banners with swastika hanging everywhere on the eaves.

Hoffa began to feel drowsy for a moment.

Smack.

There was a faint sound of changing shoes in the hallway.

Half-asleep, the feeling of being spied on came up again.

Chaos was sleepy, reason dominated his brain, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and it catapulted off the couch with lightning speed. I didn't want to enter the ghost walk.

Boom!!

There was a muffled sound.

"Ahh

Screams echoed through the room.

Then, the screaming stopped abruptly, as if the off button was pressed on the volume.

A dark figure was grabbed by Hoffa and pressed heavily against the refrigerator in the dining room. The refrigerator shook violently, and the decorations and ceramics on the roof crackled and smashed to the ground.

I don't know when it started today, he has always had a feeling of being followed, but he didn't expect this guy to follow him into the house, what a hidden ability this is.

"Got you!"

Hoffa clutched the warm soft object in his hand and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

"Fluorescent Flying!"

Four or five points of light flew out of his palms and illuminated the room.

But after seeing the stalker clearly, the terrifying expression on Hoffa's face gradually froze.

He thought it was the bald woman from the Ministry of Magic who was following him, but it wasn't.

In front of her, she was choked by the neck by a young girl who was slightly younger than herself, with a slender figure and wearing a loose and dirty monastic robe, who seemed to be a nun from a nearby monastery.

The young nun was very ugly, with a mess of make-up on her face, her cheeks bulging high, and a scar on her face that looked like it had been burned by fire.

A stranger.

"Who are you, and how did you get in?"

Hoffa grabbed the nun's neck, not daring to let go at all, he could follow him all the time, and even entered the house, this guy would definitely not be so weak as he looked.

"You let go first. ”

The nun grabbed him by the arm and thrashed him twice.

Hoffa didn't let go: "Do you have a special means of concealment, as long as I let go, you will leave the concealment and disappear, right?"

"No, no, no,"

The nun's scarred face gradually turned red, "You let go first." I'm not here to find trouble."

This sentence was uttered in awkward English.

Hoffa hesitated for a moment, but chose to let go.

As soon as he let go, the girl collapsed on her knees, clutching her neck and coughing violently.

"Ahem"

After coughing for a long time, the girl covered her red and swollen neck and said hoarsely: "Do you have a problem with your mind? ”

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

Hoffa said indifferently, "I'll give you ten seconds to explain. ”

"You don't remember me?"

Sister Scarface said smugly, "We just met two hours ago. ”

"I've never seen you. ”

Hoffa said bluntly.

The strange girl waved her hand and shook it in front of Hoffa's eyes: "Do you really really not remember?"

"What an international joke, I haven't seen you. Get out of here, don't force me to call the police. ”

Hoffa said solemnly.

"Haha, you're funny, the wizard called the police. ”

The nun was happy.

Hoffa's face fell, and he felt that the other party was playing tricks on him.

Seeing that the eyes of the man in front of her became more and more impatient, the nun hurriedly said:

"Well, I don't think you really remember. Then let me tell you, I was locked in my room by that werewolf, and he was ready to eat us, and you saved us. ”

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, and then it occurred to him that he had indeed saved a few people in Durant's bar, but it was all done casually, and he didn't think much about it, let alone remember the appearance of the people inside.

The nun said, "I wanted to thank you, but I couldn't find the right clothes, so"

"So you're secretly following 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 told you to follow me?"

"Nobody, I'm coming by myself, I want someone to help us. I'm with."

As she spoke, the strange nun suddenly covered her mouth, and her eyes rolled: "A friend of yours and I are wandering outside right now and want to ask you to borrow something." ”

As she spoke, her eyes wandered around the room, and Hoffa was even more vigilant. Not to mention that the other party is an ugly girl with a scarred face, even if she is a peerless beauty, sneaking into someone else's house at such a time is not what he is welcome, and there are too many secrets on his body that cannot be exposed.

Without saying a word, he reached out to open the door and push the other out, but the nun held the door. Seriously:

"Don't push, do you know you're going to die!"

"What?"

Hearing her say this, Hoffa was slightly startled.

"Really, I'm here to warn you. ”

The nun said earnestly.

"Okay, how do you tell me how I died?"

The nun thought for a moment and spread her hands, "It's going to die, to pieces, to ashes, or something."

Hoffa's eyes widened.

The nun patted him on the shoulder: "But don't be afraid, as long as you can lend me something, you won't die." ”

"Borrow you what?"

The nun pointed to the coffee table: "That." ”

Hoffa turned his head to see his own mana amplification glove and a bunch 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 things, but also specially alarmist to entertain himself, and his face became more and more unkind.

"Why should I lend you money. ”

The nun said seriously: "This is for your good. ”

After a pause, the ugly nun said, "You don't know what I'm doing now, but you'll understand in two days." ”

"What inexplicable. ”

Hoffa was very annoyed and said, "I don't do charity, God!"

He pressed the other man's shoulder again, this time determined to push the stalker out the door.

Sister Scarface opened Hoffa's hand in annoyance: "Okay, okay, I don't know what to do, don't push, I'll go myself!"

At the end, she sneered in a low voice: "You will regret it, don't blame me for not reminding you"

But as soon as she took a step, there was a dense sound of footsteps outside the house.

Hoffa's face changed, and he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the room.

Sister Scarface almost fell to the ground, her face flushed, and she shouted angrily, "What's wrong with you?"

Before the word "thing" could be spoken, her mouth was covered, and then she saw the young man opposite holding his hand to his lips.

"Shhhh ”

The strange nun, whose mouth was covered, stared in horror, and within a few seconds she heard a knock on the door.