Two wizards stood in the doorway, and Hoffa and the Gestapo stood facing each other. The phone in the room rang incessantly, and the Gestapo's face was cloudy.

"I'll answer the phone. ”

Hoffa asked tentatively.

The SS colonel grimaced and nodded.

Hoffa walked up to the phone and picked up the microphone: "Hey"

"Let Mueller answer the phone. ”

The person on the phone said bluntly in German.

Mullahofa looked in surprise at the grim-faced colonel next to him and handed him the phone.

"Looking for you. ”

The SS colonel answered the phone in disbelief.

The SS colonel answered the phone: "Who are you?"

The person on the other end of the line didn't know what was said.

The Gestapo asked, "Oh strange, how do you have a number for this family?"

I don't know what to say on the other end of the phone, and the Gestapo's expression sneered: "Then what conditions do you have?"

There was no sound on the other end of the line.

The Gestapo sighed: "Ah, not sincerely, is it?"

At this time, a high-pitched female voice came from the phone, she didn't know what she shouted, and the Gestapo's face immediately changed: "Where are you? I'll pick you up right away." ”

I didn't know what was said on the phone, and then I hung up.

Put down the phone. The Gestapo took a deep breath and smiled coldly at a bewildered Hoffa.

"What a misunderstanding, Mr. Lapar, I wish you good dreams and a happy life. ”

Immediately, he did not give Hoffa a chance to speak, and pushed the door open without hesitation.

The two wizards of the Wizarding Guild gave Hoffa a cold look and followed the Gestapo. Strode out of Hoffa's house.

After the German officer in charge of the search left, there was a dead silence in the room, and Hoffa's bones crackled, his body became shorter and thinner, and his hair turned gray.

The effect of the polyjuice decoction wore off, and he sat motionless on the edge of the table, staring directly at the old-fashioned phone in front of him, as if trying to stare at the thing.

There are no call alerts and no dial-up displays.

If so, he would have to find out who had just made the phone call to him.

The person on the phone didn't mean to talk nonsense with himself at all, he was fully aware that he had a German officer at home, and maybe even knew the predicament he was in, otherwise he would not have resolved the crisis he might encounter so lightly.

But this did not make Hoffa feel relaxed and happy in the slightest.

On the contrary, it made him feel a great crisis, if his every move was under the surveillance of an unknown guy, then in the eyes of the other party, is there a secret at all?

This made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

It's almost hard to sit still.

Finally, in exasperation, he stood up, raised his hand and smashed the light switch, and then strode to his room, lifting the bed with one hand.

In any case, he wanted to pull out the source of the crime, the strange female thief, or interrogate her, or drive her away as soon as possible, or drive her away after the interrogation.

However, when he pulled back the bed in the room, there was no one under the bed, not even a human figure.

Looking at the empty bed, a bad premonition welled up in Hoffa's heart, and he immediately opened the cabinet and looked at the cardboard box he used to hide the magic amplification gauntlet.

Borrow money?

Well, there's nothing left in the box. The Mana Gauntlet, the money, and the pistol were all gone.

Looking at the empty box, Hoffa smashed his fist against the wall, and was stunned to scold:

"Damn, I know!"

It doesn't matter if you lose your money, most of your assets are not cash. But that magic power amplification gauntlet, but all the hard work of more than a year, without it, his combat power has dropped by at least half!

He searched the house without stopping, but the female thief was completely gone, as if the world had vanished.

"It's all going on all day."

He sat on his mattress with a headache and rubbed his temples in pain, trying to extract some useful information from the confusing state of affairs, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't come up with anything.

At night, thunderstorms began to fall in the sky, lightning and thunder.

Another shower of rain began to pour down, and the room was pitch black, with the occasional silent flash of lightning outlining the trails of rain that had leaked on the windows. Hoffa took off his clothes and lay on his back on a hard mattress.

The hurricane pounded Paris, and when the windows brightened instantly, the thunder resounded throughout the room, and the remnants of lightning reflected on his iris.

After a long day of messy, Hoffa leaned back on his mattress and fell asleep.

There were some mottled dreams churning in his brain, which made him sleep extremely unstable, and in his sleep, he always unconsciously dreamed of some fragments of memories from the past, good and bad

The next morning, when the thunderstorm stopped, Hoffa got out of bed with his hair messy and a dark circle under his eyes. He looked at the empty box and sighed.

After washing up, he walked out of the house and came to the Seine, where Noble was wearing sunglasses and reading the newspaper, sitting on a wooden chair at the intersection and waiting for him.

Hoffa walked up to him and said hello listlessly.

"Early, are you packed?"

"Alright. ”

Noble closed the newspaper: "I'm going to take you to Yaoundé, go there, no one can find it, etc., what's wrong with you, you look like you're about to die?"

"Thief. ”

Hoffa said with a dark face.

"All the possessions were stolen. ”

"Thief?"

Noble was stunned.

"What kind of charlatan can steal your things, aren't you a wizard who puts spirit and perception first?"

"Alright, don't say it. ”

Hoffa barely bred up, "Yaoundé, what is that place?"

"Africa. There is a tribal armed group there that is willing to pay a premium for our weapons. We've got to get things over by the five. ”

"What time is it?"

Hoffa asked casually.

"September 1. "You can't even remember the time." ”

On September 1, Hoffa was stunned.

If it had been a previous year, he would have taken the express train to Hogwarts.

The memory made him a little melancholy, and he shook his head, throwing the thought out of his mind.

"Let's go, let's go. Get out of here. ”

He said calmly: "This place is too bad for me. ”

Without saying a word, the two arrived at the port on the north coast of the Seine-et-Marne, intending to sail all the way from here.

Upon arriving here, Hoffa found that the entire harbor was crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, carrying large bags and small bags, and each with confusion and fear written on their faces. Those were the Jews who had been taken in and were about to be transferred from France to Germany.

Several transport ships were moored on the pier, and countless soldiers in black fur coats stood near the pier with guns. The Jews lined up one by one, boarded the transport ships under the supervision of soldiers, and awaited their fate, without exception, being sent to concentration camps and then dying.

"There will be retribution for these people. ”

Noble sighed.

"Whose retribution will come?"

A sneering smile tugged at the corners of Hoffa's mouth.

Noble whispered: "That's not you either, don't worry about it, we'll leave when we get on the boat." ”

The two were about to leave, but Hoffa's toes touched a glass tube, and he subconsciously lowered his head to see that it was an old-fashioned syringe with some subtle magic fluctuations remaining on it.

Out of curiosity, he bent down to pick up the syringe and sniffed it.

Years of magical education and alchemical mastery immediately told him about the substance that had been in the syringe.

"Powerful Mana Recovery Potion, how could there be such a thing?" he muttered.

Noble asked, "What?"

Hoffa's eyes drifted into the distance, and when he looked closely, there were not just one on the ground, but several discarded glass tubes scattered every few steps.

Following the glass tube, he found several German wizards in black robes by the river, one by one of them injecting the ragged Jewish Muggles into their necks. For every dozen hits, only one is released.

There were several large chests on the ground, filled with unopened mana recovery potions.

This unusual behavior made Hoffa smack.

What are these ** wizards doing?Why do you inject Muggles with mana recovery potions, Muggles don't have magic in their bodies, and it's useless to inject this thing.

Noble came after and saw it, and he exclaimed in a low voice, "Is there a panic in the burning of the money?"

Before he could finish speaking, he shut up and dragged Hoffa away from the strange group of German wizards.

In addition to the warships transporting Jews, there were several small and small cruise ships moored at the docks, all of which were ships to various German-occupied territories and the Axis powers, and no ships at all were bound to any of the Central powers.

But just as Noble was about to get his ticket to board the ship, a group of soldiers with guns came from a distance.

"Wait a minute. ”

Seeing the soldiers inspecting, Noble took out a few documents with ease. However, the soldier waved his hand: "You are not allowed to board the ship today, you go back first." ”

Hoffa was slightly stunned.

Norber: "No, wasn't it all allowed to go the other day?"

"The other day was the other day, and recently we were going to check a fugitive. ”

The soldier impatiently opened the palm of Noble's hand that he was trying to bribe.

"Come back in two days. ”

Noble and Hoffa looked at each other, "In two days, in two days, in two days, in two days." ”

Leaving the cruise terminal, Noble touched his chin suspiciously, "What's going on, why are these Germans suddenly blocking the dock!"

Hoffa thought of the Gestapo who knocked on his door last night and said, "They seem to be looking for someone." ”

"Looking for someone, who are you looking for?"

"No, they're not looking for me, they're looking for a woman. ”

"Female?"

"Woman," Hoffa pointed to her eyes, "a woman with cataracts." ”

"Cataracts?"

Noble wondered, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Me"

Hoffa was about to share with Noble about his crazy encounter last night, but at that moment, a somewhat familiar figure caught Hofa's eye.

On the other side of the bridge, a nun dressed in monastery clothes hurried by, bowing her head. Seeing the monastic robe, he immediately pushed Noble away.

Noble: "What's wrong with you?"

"You wait for me here. ”

After saying that, he rushed forward without hesitation, and rushed to the other side of the bridge in three steps and two steps. The nun turned sideways and disappeared into the crowd.

"Stop!"

Hoffa didn't care to frighten the others, he used his hands to separate the crowd and chased after them.

The nun didn't hear it, and walked straight forward. But she was also blocked by the crowd, and her speed was very slow for a while.

Soon, Hoffa caught up with the other party, put his hand on the other party's shoulder, and pressed it hard to break back.

"Hey!"

The nun was startled and turned her head sharply.

A happy smile appeared on Hofa's face, although it was very dark last night, and the other party was also wearing messy smoky makeup, so she couldn't see her face clearly, but the iconic scar on the other party's face still made Hofa recognize her at a glance.

There is no doubt that this is the female thief who inexplicably broke into his house last night and stole her magic glove and ten thousand francs.

Looking at the other party's stunned expression, Hoffa grabbed the nun's wrist: "I caught you." ”

The young scar-faced nun was stunned for a moment, and struggled twice.

"Hey, who are you?"

"Pretend, pretend, what are you going to do with me?"

Hoffa sneered: "I'll tell you, if you don't give me back what you stole from me today, we're not done today!"

Seeing that there was an argument, all the passengers waiting to board the ship around looked over.

The nun's expression became a little frightened, she looked around, and then secretly exerted force, and said angrily, "You let go!"

When Hoffa saw that the other party had no intention of returning anything to him at all, and he didn't even look like a thief, he couldn't help but be annoyed.

Without saying anything, he took the nun's arm:

"Look at you wearing a monastic robe with five or six people, pretending to be stupid and so skillful?"

The nun said angrily, "Are you insane? What the hell are you talking about?"

Hoffa chuckled.

Seeing that there were more and more people around him, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, in case he attracted a German wizard, it would be worth the loss.

So he whispered, "Bastard, you are short of money, and I will give you a thousand francs, but you give me back my gloves, and it is useless for you to give you that thing."

Syllable!

Before he finished speaking, he was answered with a crisp and loud slap.

The nun blushed, "Are you crazy, who took your things?"

"Shh~"

The surrounding passers-by watched the play with a sound of surprise.

Hoffa was dumbfounded by this sudden slap, his eyes widened a little, and his face became gloomy:

"Toast without eating and drinking, this is what you brought on yourself!"

After saying that, Hoffa used his wrist and dragged her directly into the alley.

The nun struggled, "Neurotic, you let go of me!

A few people watching the play next to each other looked at each other, and two of them wanted to step forward, but were pulled by their companions.

It may also be that human life is like a mustard in these years, and everyone is eager to protect themselves. It could also be that Hoffa's mental force field was too intimidating, or that the nun was simply too ugly.

She shouted a few times, but no one came to save her.

Hoffa simply pressed Sister Scarface against the wall with one hand: "Shout! If you don't return my things, no one will save you if you shout and cut your throat!"

"Who are you and what are you going to do?"

"Give me back the gloves, and I promise not to look at you wherever you like. ”

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Hoffa nodded, "Okay, that's what Durant said too. ”

"What Durant?"

"You didn't tell me the truth. You forced me. ”

Hoffa reached into the pocket of her robe and fumbled.

Sister Scarface panicked, seeing tears rolling in her eyes, she began to plead, "You let me go, I won't take anything." ”

When Hoffa saw her expression, he first thought it didn't look fake, but after thinking about her performance last night, he immediately decided that this guy was acting. Otherwise, you are blind.

So he secretly cursed in his heart, and turned her over with his other hand, trying to search her back.

Then the nun began to cry.

"Rascal, you let go!!"

But just as Hoffa was about to stretch out his hand to the other party's waist, a shout came from afar.

"Stop!"

Hoffa, who was looking for his gloves, stopped and looked at the comer. I want to know who is still so nosy and upset these days.

I saw a tall figure standing at the mouth of the alley, the figure was wearing a gray robe, and his head was bare. It's a woman, and it's actually the same Ministry of Magic employee that Hoffa met yesterday, Delfina.

Chloe

Delfina walked quickly to the two of them, looked Hoffa up and down, and said in disbelief: "Mr. Bach"

"Why are you?" asked Hoffa in a low voice.

"It's me who should ask. ”

Delfina: "What are you doing to her, Mr. Bach?"

Hoffa let go of his fingers. As soon as she let go, the scar-faced nun sat on the ground, hugged her knees, and shrugged her shoulders and began to cry so that she could not be sad.

Hoffa pointed to the nun who was squatting on the ground, "What is the relationship between this person and you?"

Delfina didn't answer, she crouched down first. Patting the weeping nun on the shoulder, "What's wrong, Chloe?"

"He, he molested me. ”

The nun said with a sob.

"Ugly bastard, who wants to molest you. "You give me back the things, and then we go our separate ways, and we have nothing to do with each other!"

Delfina: "Chloe, did you take something from someone else?"

"Slander, shameless slander,"

The weeping nun stood up, pointed at Hoffa's nose with red eyes and scolded, "The dog has only taken your things, and I have never seen you at all!"

Huo Fa smiled angrily, he had never seen such a good actor in acting, his acting skills have reached the realm, and he can win the Oscar.