1942 year.

Outside of Paris, France.

Inside the abandoned factory building, huge iron chains hang low, and the yellow-brown walls of the factory are covered with scabies-like mold. The mold-strewn walls are covered with weapons of all kinds. From pistols and daggers to submachine guns and assault rifles

The floor was littered with parchment sheets of mysterious, intricate designs, some intact and some crumpled.

In the corner, a dim light shone on a wooden table. There were scattered fragments of parts on the wooden table, as well as a black metal glove.

An old-fashioned radio on the table was playing an old-fashioned German song, Lily Marlene.

“Vor der Kaserne”

“Vor dem gro?en Tor”

“Stand eine Laterne”

“Und steht sie noch davor”

“So woll'n wir uns da wieder seh'n”

“Bei der Laterne wollen wir steh'n”

“Wie einst Lili Marleen”

Listening to the song, the young man behind the table had a little confusion on his face.

He looked out the window at the crackling raindrops, where a strange and familiar pair of eyes seemed to be looking at him.

This feeling of being watched had lasted for several minutes, leaving him unmotivated to work.

After about five or six seconds, he couldn't help but stand up, open the window and look out, but saw nothing.

"Overtime?"

Hoffa muttered and rubbed his temples back to the table.

"Lily Marlene" was still playing on the radio, he stretched out his finger and pressed the button, the channel switched, and the German song was replaced by an English broadcast.

"The Ministry of Magic would like to remind you to continue to defend yourself as the Wizarding Daily reported in real time on the Muggle Battlefield on August 28 that Jews in Europe were hunted down on a large scale and anti-Semitic activity in France was on the rise."

Click.

That hand reached out again, and adjusted it a few more times.

English on the radio has changed to German again.

On August 27, the Imperial Wizards' Guild raided three private weapons factories in the North. The Wizarding Guild reminds everyone who listens.

The use and possession of any unregistered weapons and alchemical artifacts is strictly prohibited, and violators are punishable by fines of more than five thousand Galleons, or a Dementor's Kiss."

Click.

The channel switches again.

German became English again.

The latest broadcast, Leonard Spencer Muen, the British Minister of Magic, will announce his resignation at the end of this month, and the new Minister of Magic will be Fatil Drazes. It is reported that Fatil de la Ses served as the head of the Wizengamot in 1923.

Smack!

The knob of the radio was twisted sharply.

The sound of the announcement, which was originally unclear, became a completely chaotic magnetomagnetic current sound.

The quill, which had been brushed, stopped writing, and it rested on the paper, the ink casting a black spot on the parchment.

The boy turned off the radio impatiently, leaned back in his chair, and kept combing his hair with his hands. Appears restless. At the same time, the sense of peeping made him uneasy.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock at the door.

He heard it and ignored it at first.

Knock knock!

Knock on the door to continue.

It's more intense.

"It's coming!"

Hoffa scrambled to his feet and came to the door a little top-heavy. Opened the speculum on the dilapidated iron door.

Outside the door stood a stocky man in a raincoat carrying a large woven bag.

It's Noble Hagrid.

Seeing that it was him, the impatience on Hoffa's face disappeared slightly, and he ripped off the chain and opened the iron door.

The stocky man squeezed in and stuffed the woven bag in his hand to Hoffa.

"It's damn weather, it's raining endlessly. ”

Noble grumbled loudly, he took off his rubber boots and poured the rain out.

"Is anyone coming?"

Hoffa asked, holding the woven bag, locking the door.

"Nope. ”

Noble picked up a jug of water, poured it down, and then touched his mouth: "Don't lock the door, we'll go out later." ”

After taking off the poncho and returning his rubber boots, Noble took his wand and tapped it on his body, and suddenly, steam like the front of a train came out of his body.

"What's the matter?"

Through the steam, Hoffa keenly observed two more bruises and cracks on Nobber's right eye and cheekbone.

"There's something to deal with. ”

As he said indifferently, Noble reached out and flipped through the parchment that Hoffa had spread out on the table.

"Merlin's beard, are you really determined to learn alchemy?"

"Where did you just go?"

Hoffa interrupted Noble and placed supplies on the table.

"It's taking so long to buy supplies?"

"Eastside, I took a job. ”

"Or are I still us?"

"We, we. ”

Noble put his mouth on the pot and waved his hands nonchalantly.

Hoffa hugged his arms and looked displeased: "My mana amplification gloves haven't been completely perfected yet, and I'm going out now?"

"Stay in this place all day, you're going to rot too. ”

As he spoke, Noble pulled open the drawer of the cabinet, pulled a tattered roll of paper towels from the mess of parts, and wiped his cheekbones.

Hoffa watched coldly.

Knobber: "I can't do this without you. ”

"Don't change the subject, did you mess up the deal again?"

Hoffa looked unkind.

"Bullshit!"

Noble pulled a clear plastic bag out of his pocket and threw it in Hoffa's face. Hoffa took it and saw that the bag contained ten rolls of francs rolled into a roll by rubber bands.

"The deal was a huge success, and the money was enough for us to spend until next year. ”

Hoffa simply glanced at the bag of muggle money and tossed it aside. "Do you want to explain that, then?"

He gestured to his cheek.

The water vapor dissipated, and Noble said impatiently: "When I came back, I accidentally met two old dogs from Berlin, and they beat me very badly, and"

Hoffa: "And?"

"They're Durant's men. ”

"Durant, the wolves of the Eastern Side?"

Hoffa frowned: "The intermediary from Germany?"

"That's right, the idiot who stole our weapons. He knew I was looking for him all the time and wanted to strike first. ”

Noble wiped his face and spat on the ground.

Hoffa laughed, "He's pretty smart. ”

"It's clever, but it's too imprudent. You know, this time he was pulled by the tail by me, and in March of this year, he bought a bar in the East End for women who had escaped from the Jewish Quarter. ”

"So what are you waiting for, let's go. ”

Hoffa picked up the black-and-red mechanical glove from the broken parts.

The metal glove has exposed copper wire and red paint, and looks rather hideous. He took a purple crystal from his pocket and slipped it into the card slot.

He put the glove on his arm, and the glove clicked and deformed, wrapping his right hand inside, and soon, the glove lit up with a faint green glow, and the magic scale hand on the back of his hand turned to 1X.

The magic watch given to him by Principal Duper had been destroyed in the battle the year before, but at the end of the second year, Diper gave him a book on construction techniques. After more than a year of studying, he was able to develop some mana booster items on his own.

Noble took a pistol from the wall and stuck it in his waist.

Then, the two walked out the door together.

In Paris at the end of August, the air is a mixture of heat and rain.

It was getting late, it was drizzling, and a large number of mosquitoes were flying under the dilapidated lamps on the roadside, which were so dense that they almost obscured the light.

Heavy, thick pipes littered the gloomy rain, and the huge demands of war have left the planet full of factories.

As he walked, Noble chatted with Hoffa about his recent work:

"The head of the underground anti-war organization in France wrote a letter today, saying that he wants to pre-order 500 alchemy guns, and I wonder if I can recruit a few more people. ”

Hoffa: "If you can trust it, look for it." ”

"When you come back today, you contact Frank and ask him to bring the ingredients by sea. ”

"Hmm. ”

Hoffa nodded, a little absent-minded.

"Tell Frank that I want pure, impurity-free metals and potions, not dirty old bottles of inferior goods"

As he walked, Noble chatted with Hoffa about some of the things that didn't get it. As he spoke, Hoffa kept nodding and nodding, and he stood abruptly and looked back.

Several black-robed figures appeared on the shoddy concrete road, pulling a young woman through the rain and stuffing the struggling woman into a black Mercedes sedan.

Noble also saw this scene, and he immediately grabbed Hoffa: "Don't worry about it, it's none of our business. ”

The door slammed shut and sped away in the rain.

Hoffa slowly turned his head: "It's nothing, you go on." ”

Knobber: "When we get back the weapons that Durant's idiot stole back, we'll be able to recoup at least five thousand gold galleons." If Durant doesn't dare to return us, we'll kill him and turn it upside down, that guy is still quite rich."

Noble muttered, and suddenly, Hoffa thought of something and asked, "Do Grindelwald's men have any of our weapons?"

"Nope. ”

Noble looked around and whispered cautiously, "Boy, I don't care what nonsense you're thinking. I warn you, you're still young, don't think about going against the Imperial Wizarding Guild, that's a behemoth"

"Outpost. ”

Hoffa interrupted Noble.

Noble looked up and saw that they had come to a heavily armed outpost. There are a number of heavily loaded tanks parked here, and the towering walls are covered with barbed wire. Guarded by a squad of heavily armed Germanic soldiers.

In the mid-twentieth century, the French Third Republic collapsed, and until the establishment of the Fourth Republic in 1946, it was a German-occupied area. In order to enter the city center, you had to be questioned by German soldiers.

Just as they were about to pass through the outpost, a soldier stopped Noble and Hoffa, who asked in German, "What are you doing so late?"

"Go to the city and see the family. ”

Noble smiled resignedly, and stuffed a roll of Mark into the soldier's hand without leaving a trace.

The soldier accepted the roll, still looking Noble up and down, and said coldly, "Documents." ”

Noble pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over. The soldier glanced at him and handed it back, then turned his gaze to Hoffa, who had his head bowed to the side.

"What about his?"

The soldier asked.

"He's my son. ”

Noble hurriedly smiled: "I just came from Hamburg, and the documents are still being processed." ”

The corners of Hoffa's mouth twitched when he lowered his head, he was no longer the little white who couldn't understand anything, and after living in this dangerous world for so long, German had become a compulsory language for him.

"Son?"

The soldier looked at the figures of the two and said to Hoffa very suspiciously, "Raise your head." ”

Hoffa looked up and smiled. The moment he looked up, the golden light in his eyes went out and turned into ordinary black pupils.

The soldier with the gun stared at Hoffa in the rain for a moment, then waved his hand.

"Let's go over. ”

The outpost opened, and the two walked outside.

Squeak !!

And yet at this moment.

The dark night sky suddenly brightened, and with the harsh sound of crawler grinding, a burning fire rushed out from afar, tearing through the night.

Hoffa subconsciously turned his head to see that it was a Black Panther medium tank on fire, it was covered in orange flames, the barrel of the gun was blown up, it was like a dying beast on a rampage, and it was about to drag everyone it saw into hell.

The sense of danger penetrates the heart.

Without hesitation, Hoffa swooped down on Noble.

Rumble!!

The incendiary tank that came out of nowhere slammed into the outpost, and the ammunition stored at the outpost collided violently with the ammunition loaded by the tank, and the explosion exploded, and the oxygen in the air was emptied in an instant.

Countless pieces of burning rubble flew in, and Hoffa raised his hand to prop up his shield. The gravel smashed against the shield and failed to break through, but the huge shockwave still pushed him and Noble directly out of the air for more than ten meters.

Chest tightness and shortness of breath. The intense tinnitus made Hoffa almost deaf for a while, and the night was as bright as day.

Then, the night sky, which was as bright as day, was suddenly overwhelmed by darkness again. Some were devoured and invisible, leaving only a jumble of cries for help.

Hoffa stumbled to his feet, his eyes returning to gold, and the wall of the sentry in front of him was half shattered by the aftermath of the explosion, and several sentry soldiers slammed Hofa into his feet.

"Let's go!"

He then grabbed the pager and screamed, "Outpost B136, here is under attack"