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The sky was as black as the theater curtain, the drizzle was falling incessantly, and the Scharnhorst battleship was swaying in the midst of the waves.

And a hundred meters beyond the dark clouds in the sky, there is a huge eye like the hull of the ship.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

A flash of red light lit up, illuminating the sky inside the glass bottle red.

Mance looked up from the wizard's glass bottle, only to see a man in a red robe waving his wand, a scarlet poisonous tongue spell wrapped around the ground, and a kneeling black-robed man screamed.

It is a large vaulted hall, and several maids with tassels and long robes reaching the floor stand in the hall, which is very classical. Some of them held their breath, some of them turned their heads away.

In order to conceal his whereabouts, Kleist, a red-robed wizard from the headquarters of the Wizarding Society, directly put the Scharnhorst battleship in a glass bottle with a spell and carried it with him, while they themselves were taken by Kleist to a hidden castle off the coast of England, where they searched for Ankel's traces day and night on the seashore.

Now, half a month has passed, Anker is still nowhere to be seen, and the patience of the red-robed Kleist is getting worse and worse. He sat in the hall of the castle every day and was furious. Every black robe who set out to find Ankel and finally returned in vain had to be tortured by Kleist's Heart Drilling Curse.

"It's been a whole month, and I haven't found it, you rice buckets!!" Kleist waved his wand, cursing mercilessly at the screaming man on the ground.

Looking at the tortured and twitching subordinates on the ground, Mance seemed quite calm, thanks to the perennial confidential missions, as well as the ** Germany's search for wizards' secret realms, Mance knew about the existence of wizards for a long time, and also knew the horror of the Drill Heart Charm.

Three years ago, when he first saw the Diamond Curse, it was on a scale even more terrifying than Kleist's fury.

At that time, he and his colleagues were drafted to Berlin on a classified mission. Before the mission, Grindelwald chose to test the qualities of each of them with the Diamond Heart Charm.

Bang!

The door was slammed open.

"Anker has been found!"

A black-robed man barged in, speaking anxiously and loudly.

Everyone in the hall stood up, and Kleist put away his wand and stepped over the black-robed wizard who had been tortured for returning in vain, "Where?"

The black-robed looked at his colleague on the ground, who was still twitching, and became hesitant for a while.

"Didn't you hear me when I asked you?"

Red-robed Kleist was anxious and angry.

"I guess it would be better for you to come and see for yourself. ”

The subordinate said.

The crowd rushed out of the hall.

In the corridor, several black-robed people came over dragging fishing nets, and the pungent smell of the sea in the air made several pot-wielding maids cover their noses.

In front of him was a man lying in a fishing net, drenched, apparently fresh from the sea. His complexion was as pale as a dead corpse, and his limbs were swollen and swollen like those of a beef cattle flooded with water. Some weird red hairs grow from all corners of the body. What's even weirder is that his eyes are open, his pupils are constantly turning, and he has an indescribable smile on his face.

Such a bizarre combination is astonishing.

Mance walked up to the net, and although the change was great, he still recognized that the man lying on the ground was really his former subordinate, Anker.

"This morning, my son found him in the shallow sea. ”

An old man in a gorgeous green robe with a handkerchief came out from the side of several black robes, with slightly pointed ears, old and withered skin, and a left hand bent at a strange angle: "There is still breathing, it should not be dead yet." ”

Kleist immediately crouched down and pressed his hand on his son's neck. Then he drew his wand and tapped it around his head, but no matter what he did, Anker ignored it.

A constant smile remained on his empty face, and a word kept repeating in his mouth, "More... More... More..."

Mance had never seen anything like this before, and he lowered his voice and asked his men, "What is this, Yin Corpse?"

"No, not really. ”

The subordinate shook his head: "The Yin corpse is controlled by people, and it still retains its human form, but Ankel... Anker is no longer human, and God knows what happened to him. ”

"There should be salvation. ”

Mance asked with concern.

"Save!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt like he was hit head-on by a running locomotive. Anker's father, the red-robed Kleist grabbed him by the neck without warning, pressed him heavily against the wall, and trembled with anger,

"You look like he looks like he's saved? You're going to pay for it, little Muggle! It's a simple capture mission, but you've made a lot of mistakes, and even put your precious wizarding life into it. ”

The wand was pressed against Mance's head, and the magic in the air made his scalp tingle.

Before Mance could speak, his throat was sealed. At this time, his subordinates turned into shrunken turtles again, silent, and honestly as quiet as the pot-wielding maids around them. They are all trying to eliminate their own sense of existence. Mance understood that even if the man in front of him killed him, he would not pay any price.

Between life and death, the green-robed old man holding a handkerchief stepped forward and grabbed Kleist's arm with his severed hand,

"Oh, Kleist, you're still as impatient as you used to be. Don't worry, there will be something to do. The old man smiled and started the round.

"He's already a corpse. ”

Kleist said angrily.

"Corpses can laugh, corpses can speak, they can laugh and talk, aren't they just normal people, right?"

The old man gave Mance a look, in the wizarding world, due to the continuous wars for many years, the penetration between countries is getting deeper and deeper, and the old man in front of him is a famous wizard in Britain on the surface, but in fact, he has already defected to Germany and become a secret minions of the wizarding association.

He ...... He's not dead yet. ”

Mance said hoarsely under the iron palm of the red robe.

"But he has no soul anymore!"

Kleist roared, "What's the difference between a soulless wizard and a dead man, it's nothing more than a beast under the control of instinct!

"I... I can.... Retrieving his soul ....."

Mance said with difficulty.

"What? It's up to you, a Muggle who doesn't even have magic, why would you let out such a big talk. ”

"I... Can you... Let go of me first?"

Mance's face turned the color of pig's liver, and saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

Kleist flicked his hand, and Mance was thrown to the ground like a broken sack, coughing incessantly.

The green-robed old man beckoned, and several maids stepped forward and lifted him up from the ground by the arm.

After a few breaths, Mance pushed away the maid who was supporting him, and said with a pale expression: "I really can't, but Grindelwald can, I know him." His magic is unfathomable. ”

As soon as the words were spoken, the face of the green-robed old man changed, he frowned, and quickly patted Mance on the shoulder, not knowing what to signal to him.

"Loud talk!" Kleist burst into a rage, "Are you a three-year-old?" Grindelwald has been shut up in his wizarding tower for almost a year. No one saw him during this time. ”

"It was a task given to me by Grindelwald and he knew me very well. Mance shook his neck: "And if you want to save your son, there is no other choice but to believe me." Unless you have another way to save him. ”

There was silence all around, and all eyes were focused on the red-robed wizard.

Kleist's face was cloudy, and eventually, he looked at Anker, who was still smiling mysteriously on the ground, and the guy was still smiling, muttering, more... More...

In the end, Kleist relented, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay, I'll give you three days, and after three days, you at least let me see Grindelwald, otherwise, I'll give you to my son's funeral!"

.......

.......

Another, the edge of an unknown cape.

Hoffa slowly woke up from his dream, and he returned to the deck of the lifeboat, in the exact same position as he had before his dream, with his head pressed down on the deck.

The castle is gone, the dark meadows and the forbidden forest are gone, and the lucidity breaks through the chaos, like the first awakening of a great dream. Cool currents mixed with salty and bitter sea breezes, Hoffa had never felt that the real world was so beautiful, and the precise laws of physics revealed in the bumpy currents were so poetic and romantic.

Getting up, he saw the nun lying beside him, the sea breeze blowing her hair, she snorted and chirped, slowly opened her eyes, and was about to wake up.

Smack.

There was a soft thud behind him.

Hoffa jerked his head.

Less than twenty centimeters behind them, a black unidentified object crawled rapidly from the side of the ship into the ocean.

Seeing that it was about to swim into the sea, Hoffa was quick-eyed, and like lightning, he pounced on the boat, swiped his hand into the water, and caught it a second before it was like water. Forcefully dragged half of its body into the water out of the sea.

The creature writhed wildly in his hands, tentacles flying around Hoffa's face.

The magic surged, and the sea water morphed into a crystal clear glass ball in Hoffa's hands, trapping the unknown creature in it.

Its limbs and tentacles slammed wildly against the glass, making angry movements. However, it has no effect, and the deformed glass spheres are far tougher than ordinary glass.

Hoffa took the glass ball in his hand and scrutinized the creature he had never seen before.

From the front, it had no face, only a cloud of chaotic black smoke floating within its skull, and below the skull, several flying tentacles. It reminded him of the most primitive fears, the fluttering tentacles and sharp mouths of the deep sea of dreams.

Is this little thing the one that has caused the four of them unspeakable nightmares?

It's just that it's too small compared to the behemoth of hundreds of meters seen at the bottom of the dream world.

"What's that?"

Chloe also woke up, and she asked with concern.

"I don't know, but it's clearly a magical creature. ”

Hoffa held up the glass ball and wondered, "It's strange why there are magical creatures in such a place. ”

"Shouldn't it?"

"Of course, the appearance of magical creatures is always accompanied by wizards or wizarding realms, and if it appears in some unknown underwater ruin, or some primitive wizard's island in the Pacific Ocean, then I can still believe it.

But here, the English Channel, a civilized waterway that has long been occupied by various forces, why such a rare and strange unknown creature appears, I really can't understand. ”

"Hmm..."

Chloe pondered for a moment, "Could someone have deliberately put it here to frame us?" ”

"It's possible, who have you offended?"

Hoffa asked.

"I've never been out of the monastery since I was a child, and you've been running outside a lot, have you offended anyone?"

When Hoffa thought about it, it seemed that there were too many to count. However, if someone really wanted to harm him, it shouldn't be so bothering, this creature doesn't seem to be something that ordinary people can have.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head at a loss.

"Forget it, I'll keep this, maybe I can study it in the future. As he spoke, a barb grew from the glass ball, and he hung it around his waist, thinking that this was also a strange harvest.

"You have to be safe. ”

Chloe watched with some trepidation as he held the orb around her waist and kept her distance from it, as if she feared that the thing would break through the orb and drag her into the terrible nightmare again.

Hoffa nodded, covering the glass ball with another layer of steel. Now, even the vibration is gone.

The British coastline can be seen faintly in the distance, and the real English Channel is so narrow, it is not at all the endless sea in the dream.

"What is the number today?"

Chloe asked.

Hoffa didn't know, he couldn't tell the time, he couldn't determine his position, only birds flying overhead, and a lot of silver flying fish streaked across the water.

He caught a glimpse of the birds and whitebait, which were crackling and gathering on the surface of the sea, presumably feeding. There was some kind of rancid smell in the air, and Hoffa sensed something, so he activated his lifeboat and rowed towards the place where the birds gathered.

When they reached the surface of the sea, the birds fluttered and some even pulled up their droppings in the air, as if trying to drive away the intruders.

"Damn ......"

Hoffa held up his shield, and then saw something even worse - the birds were pecking at a pale and swollen corpse, rotting and swollen, and wearing a cloak that was undoubtedly black in Germany.

When he turned over the corpse, he couldn't help but sigh secretly. Although his face and chest had been eaten away by schools of fish and birds, he could still make out that it was Aldo's body.

He's right, in the real world, he's dead.

Thinking of the nightmare adventure, Hoffa silently covered his face with his palm. "Rest in peace. ”

After speaking, the magic surged, and the water flow firmly imprisoned Aldo's corpse, turning it into a layer of ice coffin, and the surface of the ice coffin was deformed again, turning into heavy steel, and sinking to the bottom of the sea with Aldo's body.

The nun stood beside him, her fingers on her chest and forehead, and she gestured to the Trinity. The expression was also quite emotional, that man had helped them in a nightmare.

After doing this, Hoffa said to the nun: "Aldo and Anker have found us, which means that Müller Mance has been following us before, and he must have found the men on the ship, and we must get them back, otherwise they will be taken to the concentration camp and will surely die." ”

The nun was still looking at the sea with affection, but when she heard Hoffa say this, she was slightly stunned and looked at Hoffa in surprise.

"Don't look at me like that. ”

Hoffa waved his hand: "They weren't going to come to England, I forced them to come." I am responsible for their safety. ”

Chloe's eyes were bright, and she smiled happily, "Okay, so shall we go back?" she pointed to the sea behind her.

"No,"

Hoffa beaks Nunu on the coastline in the distance.

"Their giant warships could not have been at sea for too long, or they would have been discovered by the British navy. If nothing else, those people will be on land, waiting for us to fall into the net. ”

"Then aren't we in the right position to go up like this?"

Chloe said worriedly.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Hoffa wore black metal gloves.

"I'll find them and take you with me to London. ”