English Channel.

The deck of the battleship Scharnhorst.

A platoon of crew members and a group of children knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands, and behind them, stood a group of heavily armed soldiers with guns. The strong sea breeze passed, and the straps and pieces of iron on the steel helmets on the soldiers' heads clanged pleasantly.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven......"

A pair of black booties stepped in front of them. He counted as he stepped on it, and counted to the end, and counted from tail to end, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven......"

In the middle of the deck.

Muellermans sat in a chair, expressionless, and looked at the kneeling sailors and his counted men with gloomy eyes. The nonchalant sound of counting gave him a headache. These goddamn wizards are so stupid to line up in two lines and sweep through them in a long line, God knows if they've ever studied math or not.

"Seven, eight, nine, eleven, twelve...."

The voice pulled him into a whirlpool of memories as he remembered the black robe that rustled in front of him, and the pale hair of the robe's owner.

It was a cold winter three years ago, and he was ordered to set off from the elite troops in Munich for a special mission in Berlin. He vaguely remembered the hundreds of people he saw when he got off the Opel truck.

And in that dark hall, Grindelwald did the same, casually counting the number of people, he still remembered the other party's cold, piercing fingers slashing over his head, like an ice blade, counting as he scribbled, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

From beginning to end, no one wanted to look him in the face, only his voice could be heard floating in the dark night sky.

“... I don't care if you're Muggles or wizards. Before I choose, though, I want to know what the quality of your souls is. ”

The guy said nonchalantly: "Thief, robber will say soul." Porters, boatmen will speak soul, rich businessmen, politicians will speak soul, warriors, killers will speak soul, Muggles and wizards will speak soul. But what is a soul, and who can answer me?"

The long line was silent under his cold fingers.

No one answered, it seemed that it was too early to awaken, and the flowers living in the greenhouse would not understand what a soul was, let alone a soul. Only when people have nothing can they understand what the soul is, and only when life is miserable and humble can they touch the essence of the soul. I think that everyone has the potential to awaken their soul, and the key to this potential is pain, no pain, no soul, so ..... In order to find the one I wanted....."

He pulled out his black wand and smiled.

"Drill the heart carpal bone. ”

A flash of red light flashed.

"Your Excellency. The call next to him woke Mance from his memory, and he slowly raised his head: "Counted?"

"Thirty-seven people. ”

He whispered.

"There were only thirty-seven people. ”

"Yes. ”

"What about them, did they find it?"

"No, we searched all the places within a radius of twenty nautical miles, including the bottom of the sea, but we did not find any trace of Le May and Bach. ”

"Well......" he sighed, as if to say to himself, "how foolish I am to catch thirty-seven Muggles at the cost of two guild wizards." ”

"What happens after that?" asked the subordinate next to him uneasily.

"Go directly to the British mainland to prevent Lemay from absconding before us. ”

"No, I mean what about Aldo and Anker?"

The black-robed question made Mance frown, and he stood up and went to the edge of the deck, looking at the vast ocean and the rolling white clouds in the distance, and was silent. The captive Muggles trembled around him like planks in the waves, not knowing where their fate was.

"Let them go. "We've done our best, and even if we can't find it, we're going to keep the damage to an acceptable level." ”

After he finished speaking, the black robe beside him looked at him motionlessly.

"Why, didn't you hear what I commanded?"

"Mr. Mance, I have something to remind you. The black robe leaned over and said, "Aldo is fine, but Ankel, Ankel belongs to the Kleist family, which is one of the most famous wizarding families in Europe, and their family is not only in the wizarding world, but also in the Muggle field, it is very famous. Anker's father is one of the high-ranking members of the association, and if he can't be found, I'm afraid ......"

"I'm afraid I'll lose my life, right?"

"Quite possibly. ”

......

......

The strange and changeable dream was once again beyond Anker's expectations, and the cave just now was still rocky, but in the blink of an eye, it was as complete as a bibliography. There wasn't even a crack in it.

He touched the wall and muttered, "Are you still reasonable?"

Hoffa thought to himself that if he dreamed and reasoned, he would have a ghost.

Although he was inexplicably a little refreshed when he saw Ankel deflated, the real uneasiness in his heart could not be dispelled.

It's been almost two days, and he doesn't even know where his entity is now, maybe floating on the sea, maybe someone else has caught it.

Worst of all, he still can't store even the slightest bit of magic, and he doesn't have the slightest control over the current terrible situation.

Chloe, who was behind her, suddenly shouted, "Hey, you two, look over here!"

The two turned around to look, only to see Chloe pointing to the ground with a confused expression. They walked to the place where Aldo had fallen and saw another path appear five meters away.

The path was in the shape of a hole, and inside it was a ruined staircase that went all the way down, and it was black and hollow, as deep as a dog hole leading to hell. A breeze blew out of it and blew on the three dazed faces, leaving the three sober people in the cave confused.

Anker swallowed, "Why is the wind blowing out of the ground? ”

Hoffa: "You ask me, who do I ask? But depending on the situation, there is something that wants us to go down." ”

He grabbed a pebble and threw it in, and it made a pleasant tinkling sound, and it never returned, without touching the bottom in the slightest.

"I refused to go down. Anker didn't want to, "God knows what's down there." ”

"No one is forcing you down. Hoffa sat back beside Chloe, his expression calm.

"Hmph. ”

Anker also sat down, he looked at the inexplicable hole with a heavy heart, and looked at Hoffa on the side, his eyes rolling around.

In this cave of less than thirty square meters, Chloe couldn't help but grab the arm of the young man next to her, she was really scared.

Feeling the tense palm on his elbow, Hoffa felt a little uncomfortable. If it was usual, he was glad that Chloe had finally confessed and was willing to reconcile with him, but now, what was the point of reconciliation.

After sitting for a while, Anker stood up restlessly. He looked at Aldo, who was still unconscious, hatefully, "There is no way out just sitting here. He repeated: "We have to find a way to get out." ”

Hoffa sat cross-legged by the fire and said calmly, "I didn't force you to stay here. ”

"Is that your cooperative attitude?"

"I didn't force you to cooperate with me. ”

"Yes, yes. Are you and this Miss Lemay going to sit here and die?"

"That's not bad, I think at least she's pretty and not a loss for me. ”

(The hand on the arm is released)

Anker's hated teeth itched, because the cave was dark, Hoffa couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only hear his squeaky grinding teeth, but he estimated that the other party's forehead was already bruised, but he had already figured out the other party's thoughts.

"Anker, no matter what you say, I will not take the initiative to go down and find your way out. Hoffa said softly, "Besides, I remember, we just agreed that you would collect information, and I would find a way to take you out, right?"

"You...!?"

"Or are you just saying it casually. ”

Anker's face changed and changed, and finally, he stretched out a fist, bared his teeth and said: "Guess the box, this is the fairest, whoever loses will go down to explore the way." ”

Hoffa smiled: "Don't. ”

"What the fuck ......" Anker strode towards Hoffa.

"Anker. ”

"What?"

"Have you ever thought about something? What will Aldo think of you if he wakes up later? I won't be able to get out for a moment, but at least for now, in our small group, you may become isolated. ”

Anker stopped, he looked at him deeply, and the murderous intent in his eyes almost burst out.

"You win, Bach. ”

He stretched out his hand and pulled a torch out of the fire, and strode towards the mouth of the cave, and when he reached the mouth of the cave, he said coldly, "In that case, I will go and see the way, and I hope that when I return, you will still be safe in the cave." ”

After saying that, he walked down the stairs of the black hole without looking back.

Hoffa lay on the edge of the cave and breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the figure of the guy with the torch disappear into the darkness.

"Gone. He said to Chloe.

It was the first time in days that he had sat alone with Chloe, and if it weren't for the fainting Aldo, he thought they needed to talk.

Chloe sat by the fire and looked at him coldly, "Isn't it fun to calculate?"

His words about the funeral angered the nun, and even in such strange and changeable circumstances, she did not look good, perhaps she had no intention of reconciling with him in the first place.

Hoffa: "You're still mad at me?"

Chloe: "What's the reason I shouldn't be mad at you?"

Hoffa: "Don't you feel ashamed, if you weren't so impulsive at the time, I would have gone to such great lengths?"

"Okay, it's my fault too, it's all my fault. Chloe turned her head away, puffing out.

"It's awesome that you can think so. ”

Hoffa didn't want to bother arguing with her, just looking at the cave where Ankel disappeared.

For some reason, he was faintly worried in his heart.

If it were in the normal world, then he would like the black robe of the Imperial Wizards Association to die, and he would die as many as he wanted, these people were Grindelwald's lackeys.

Especially Ankel, this guy had an attitude of putting himself to death when they first met. Even in this case, what he thinks is that the dead Dao friend is not the dead poor Dao.

But at this moment, he more or less hoped that Anker would return safe and sound, and then told himself that this was a door to the real world.

After thinking about it, he felt that he was so stupid, and the probability of this kind of thing happening was similar to Tom Riddle growing up to be a charity and Chloe becoming a chainsaw murderer.