Snake?

Hoffa's mouth was wide open on a rainstorm night.

But before he could take a closer look at the unknown, the green snake disappeared from the deck in an instant.

No matter how much he perceived, he couldn't perceive a single bit.

This time, his mental force field didn't come in handy.

Hoffa slowly moved his body to the corner of the cabin, the cruise ship in the storm, the big snake on the cruise ship.

I wish there wouldn't be any killings the next day.......

As it turned out, it was Hoffa who overthought.

After a night of crazy bumpy summer rainstorms, the morning sun rises and the sky glows pink after the rain.

Hofa had not slept all night and was on deck, where hordes of sailors were waving their wands and repairing the hulls of ships damaged by the rainstorm. Flocks of seagulls chirp and hover in the sky, and some inexplicable sea creatures can be seen on the deck every few steps.

Hermit crabs carrying the house, curling starfish, limp salted fish, and soft and crumbling transparent jellyfish were all swept up by last night's rainstorm.

He swayed cautiously around, but found no sign of a snake. It's as if everything last night was just his hallucination.

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On 21 June, four days after the rainstorm, the Papillon arrived in Lisbon on the Iberian Peninsula. The ship had to replenish its supplies and pick up passengers.

However, due to the size of the Papillon, the ship did not dock, and Hoffa could only lie on the deck, watching the transport ship bring all kinds of cargo and wizards from the land to the cruise ship, and by the way, he looked at the famous Portuguese city with orange roofs in the distance, and YY the possible scenery inside.

The Papillon was quickly resupplied and was about to continue its departure.

At this time, Hoffa saw Osivia, who had been staying in his room for a long time, talking to people on the deck.

The other party was a Ministry of Magic employee in wizard robes, about forty years old, wearing glasses, and his expression was a little anxious and nervous.

After the two finished talking, Osylvia leaned on the deck railing with a frown.

Hoffa had never seen that look on her face, so he approached and casually asked, "What's wrong?"

Osivia: "Nothing, work. ”

Hoffa glanced back at the back of the clerk dressed as a man.

"Who's that?"

"Employees of the Defence Against the Dark Arts Department of the Ministry of Magic, they will give me some help when I come to Morocco. She said lightly.

Defense Against the Dark Arts? Isn't that the Auror?

Hoffa felt something was wrong, the last time he saw the Aurors was after the attack on Hogsmeade last year.

"What are you doing here?" asked Hoffa.

Ossivia glanced at Hoffa, and after a moment, she reached out and helped Hoffa straighten his clothes.

"The collar is turned over again, don't be so casual when you get to Morocco. ”

Hoffa was speechless.

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On the 23rd, Hoffa could already see the red earth continent of Africa and the green date palms on the coastline. That night, the Papillon crossed the Strait of Gibraltar and entered northwest Africa.

This was the first time that Hofa had visited this ancient continent. Of course, he now knew that Morocco was still under French protection in 1939 and had no real independence.

As in Lisbon, the Papillon did not dock.

Hofa and Osivia set off from the ship's own dock in a small lifeboat and sailed quickly to the pier in Casablanca.

In the distance, the yellow-green tower of the Hassan II Mosque can be seen in the distance.

However, when Hoffa disembarked, the air was filled with a sense of murder that shattered the illusion of traveling at public expense, and also shattered his excitement about his first time in Africa.

There are soldiers with guns everywhere, their skin is brown and yellow, they are wearing white or black Arab robes, and a strong *** atmosphere is blowing in their faces.

Mosaic streets filled with smoke. From time to time, soldiers held guns to some black people, shouting at unintelligible language as they walked.

The blacks had their heads in their hands, most of them in ragged clothes, with chains on their feet.

Looking at these people, Hoffa couldn't help but glance at his magic watch.

Could it be that Principal Dippert's friend ...... live in such a place?

He couldn't help but wonder if he would be able to fix the watch's task, as well as the task itself. What exactly did Ossivia come to this kind of place?

Of course, he didn't expect Ossivia to give him an answer.

After disembarking, she drew her wand and tapped it casually on Hoffa. Immediately, Hoffa's shirt and cargo pants turned into Arab robes.

And Osivia's own clothes, too, turned into a pure black burqa burqa as she walked, and the robe covered her face, leaving only a pair of green eyes, impermeable. She took the map out of her satchel, stared at it a few times, and chose a direction.

Doing as the locals do, Hoffa shrugged and followed the other into the seemingly heavily guarded city.

It is full of geometric, gray-and-white houses with Arabic and Quran inscriptions.

Occasionally, Muggle soldiers with rifles on their backs would cast scrutinizing glances at the two of them, but their attention soon shifted elsewhere.

After passing through six lines of protective netting with wires, the surrounding environment relaxed a little, and some pedestrians and vendors with goods on their heads began to appear on the streets.

But that was only relative, and through the curved leafy arched windows, on the rooftops of buildings near the street, Hoffa could still see a lot of vigilant gazes, as well as the muzzles of the black holes.

Ossivia walked with Hoffa for about an hour, wandering through the streets and alleys, looking at maps as she went.

After walking for half an hour, something was wrong, as Ossivia had brought Hoffa back to where he had entered the city at the beginning.

The hot and dry weather soaked the back and chest of Hoffa, and the Arabic robe on his body was like a blanket covering sweat. He gritted his teeth and looked at the tall girl beside him, who looked at the map calmly and changed directions.

Gradually, his muscles became a little tired, and at this time, Hoffa thought of his new knowledge of the madman, the transformation technique of Gugar

Transform lives.

Suddenly, the blue trough in the sea of knowledge dropped a little, and the red trough grew.

Hoffa transforms ten percent of his magic into life

Life: 6

Mana: 4

Fatigue faded in half.

Hoffa strode in the footsteps of Osivia.

I have to say that this madman knowledge is quite useful sometimes.

But the conversion technique lasted less than half an hour, and Hoffa began to get tired again.

And, the bad news, after half an hour, Ossivia took Hoffa back to the starting point.

She calmly looked at the map, changed directions and continued to walk on her long legs. The two of them kept going around this kind of *** area inhabited by civilians, and finally, Hoffa couldn't stand it anymore, and he felt that sooner or later he would suffer from heat stroke if he continued like this. This senior sister may be a little road blind, otherwise why would she always go back to the same place.

"Can you show me the map?"

Finally, after another half hour, Hoffa asked breathlessly with his hands over the scorching sun.

The map was handed to Hofa's nose.

Hoffa entered a meditative state with the map in hand, and the mental force field began to quickly cover the surrounding environment.

After analyzing the surroundings for a while, his face darkened. He held up the map: "Where are we going?"

Ossivia reached out and tapped on the map, "Hotel Lebrun in the heart of the city." ”

"And where are we?"

Ossivia hesitated for a moment, then tapped his hand at the bottom right corner of the map.

"Here. ”

Hoffa turned the map 180 degrees and clicked on the bottom left corner of the map: "Sorry, you're going the other way, we're here." ”

There was a moment of silence.

"The heat affects my thinking. Osivia said without embarrassment.

Hoffa ignored her, he changed direction, used the Conversion Technique to turn his life to 7, and walked quickly, Ossivia following behind him.

70% of his life is huge, but the magic power of the decline has already affected his brain slightly, and his skull hurts a little.

At this moment, Hoffa suddenly thought of his two friends.

Miranda, she might be quietly looking at Muggle books in some library, blowing an electric fan. Occasionally, you can chat with another personality.

And Aglaia, she is now probably lying on some white sand beach in the Mediterranean, basking in the sun, drinking cold juice, commanding a bunch of men to add ice to their juice.

......

......

Finally, after another half hour of walking. They came to the high point of the city, and the surrounding architectural style began to change, and the geometric *** buildings gradually disappeared. It was transformed into a towering Catholic-style building.

The top of the building began to change from round to pointed, and the decoration changed from the Qur'an to the intricately carved patterns and crosses.

Ossivia showed her ID and led Hoffa across a heavily guarded street. The environment here is neat and clean. The surrounding vegetation became more abundant, and brown people gradually became white.

She pulled down the black scarf from her face and changed her body back to the way she had been in London, clutching her wand, just as she wanted to turn around and disarm Hoffa.

But Hoffa lifted Osivia's transfiguration at the moment of her transformation, and he made the sleeves of his shirt shorter.

It was too hot, and if his magic was enough, he would immediately transform into a Thunderbird and give it a rainstorm first.

Ossivia was stunned for a few seconds, probably not expecting that his transformation technique would be cracked so easily by the boy in front of him.

She frowned imperceptibly and took her wand back.

The two walked through a row of dense palms and dragon's blood trees to a round thatched domed manor house, six or seven stories high, with simple but atmospheric decoration. The mosaic floor tiles at the entrance are full of all kinds of classic cars.

It's a hotel, quite a high-class hotel. Even if it is put in the future, it can be regarded as a star hotel.

"When you arrive, do you speak French?"

Ossivia asked, taking out her handkerchief and wiping the sweat from her face, then pulling out another handkerchief and handing it to Hoffa.

"No, it won't. Hofa said honestly, he took the handkerchief, wiped his sweat, and handed it back, but the other man waved his hand and motioned for Hoffa to keep it for himself.

"In that case, don't run around where you go, it's been a bit chaotic here lately. ”

As soon as the two of them entered the hotel one after the other, as soon as they pushed the door open, they heard a pleasant sound in front of the counter.

Immediately, a doorman came from the porch, and he and Ossivia exchanged a few words in French. Then politely bent over, he led Ossivia and Hoffa through a narrow hallway, skirting a large open-air pool.

They came to a counter on the side of the hotel.

Behind the counter is a vaulted bal hall with rough mahogany walls and a circular crimson carpet on the floor.

In front of the counter in the center of the hall sat an old man and a young registration girl, and Hoffa could tell at a glance that the old man was in charge here.

He has pure white hair, a half-convex head, and wears a tropical shirt with palm trees printed on it. He wears a silver necklace around his neck and rings on at least 7 of his ten fingers. Tattoos are on the neck and arms that are exposed.

This is a sassy old man.

Seeing the two coming, the old man, who was muttering a hookah, sat up straight from the wicker chair.

Smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of bright red gums.

"Hello, welcome to the Hotel Le Brun, whether it is accommodation or errands. ”

His English has a strong French accent that is not very clear.

Ossivia pulled out a hairpin, which turned into a letter, which she handed over.

"Errands, also live for a while. ”

The old man was still smiling, but when his eyes turned to the witch's hand to sign the letter, his smile disappeared immediately.

After receiving the letter, the old man took out a pair of glasses from his shirt pocket, looked at Nei Ying carefully, and read it word by word for a long time.

Then, he took out a wand from under the counter and tapped it at the headmaster's stamp in Dippert.

Finally, he put away his glasses. Stood up and held out his hand to Osivia: "Raymond Jean Lebrun." ”

"Osivia. The tall girl stretched out her hand expressionlessly, and the two shook hands.

Afterwards, Raymond sat down and sighed, "It's been a long time since I've seen anyone from Hogwarts coming, how is Headmaster Dippert's health?" (this time his English standard is quite a lot)

"Very healthy," the Snake Courtyard Witch said lightly, "Beauxbatons's matter, please inform me about it." ”

Raymond nodded with a slightly solemn expression: "I'll inform the school." ”

Osivia: "When you get back, I'll bring things back, preferably faster." ”

Hoffa didn't know what the two were talking about, but he listened to it in a fog.

However, the man's name was Raymond Lebrun. Presumably he is related to the maker of his watch, François Lebrun.

It seems that Principal Dippet asked him to come to this place.

The two finally ended the conversation.

Old man Raymond carried the letter in his pocket, and it was only then that he noticed the somewhat thin boy beside the green-robed witch.

He turned to look at Hoffa, "What about you?" ”

Hoffa untied his watch and handed it over.

"Principal Duppert asked me to fix the watch," Hoffa said. ”

Well, the old man took it and glanced at it, and changed into a smile: "Yes, François's magic watch is very well preserved. This is my father's old product. Can measure mana and store mana. Very reliable design, but this watch, it seems that there is no magic crystal installed, and now it can no longer store magic power. ”

Father, is the old man in front of him François.......' son?

"Can you fix it?" asked Hoffa.

"Cultivation must be able to cultivate. Raymond shrugged, "But it's not a coincidence that you're here, my father disappeared the year before last, and he may have died when he went on an adventure in Tibet." ”