Chapter 205

District 7, which is closer to the Eiffel Tower, has a lot of commercial streets and fortress like buildings, most of which are monasteries and religious chapels.

After saying goodbye to Norbert near the Eiffel Tower, Hoffa was ready to go home.

But at this time, the inexplicable peeping feeling from the beginning of the day surged into his heart again. He stopped and stood on the asphalt road with the roaring wind at night, looking back.

I didn't see anyone.

He frowned, opened the mental field, and suddenly the whole world turned into a black and white line painting. His spirit scanned the ground like a radar, but still did not perceive the existence of other creatures.

"Strange..."

Hoffa whispered.

The mental perception is closed, and the world returns to normal again.

He is good at spirit and perception. Since he reached a compromise with inner nothingness a year ago, perception and intuition have been greatly improved. Even the top wizards like Dumbledore and greendevo, even if he can't fight now, they can't escape their own perception. As long as he deliberately scans, he doesn't think anyone can escape his own perception Not even the magic body curse.

Could it be the woman from the Ministry of magic? Hoffa thought.

He took a look at the remaining magic on the gloves, and there was a lot more left. He did not dare to save the magic, and immediately entered the ghost walk, and disappeared in the air.

Around the two streets full of black old-fashioned Mercedes Benz, came to a community of trees. He just showed his figure.

Through the whirling shadows of the trees, he could see several German officers in black military uniform standing on the street, not knowing what they were whispering.

Seeing this, Hoffa quickly lowered his head. This is the time when Germany was the most powerful. As long as it was occupied by Germany, Gestapo was everywhere.

The Gestapo didn't notice Hoffa. Without attracting anyone's attention, he hurried to a row of front rooms, took out a bunch of keys and opened one of the wooden doors.

It's quite a nice place to live in. Although it's not big, it's covered with woolen carpets, refrigerators and televisions. There are three crystal chandeliers on the ceiling. There are not many environmental protection concepts in these days. There are even lion's heads and several Ivory ornaments on the walls.

In front of him was a pair of rattan slippers to be changed, but Hoffa didn't want to change them. He staggered to the sofa and collapsed on it.

It's Hoffa's temporary home, and it's also German territory. Basically, apart from this area, other parts of Paris are routinely searched every day.

After Norbert bought the house from an Italian Muggle half a year ago, they took the place as a safe house and collected all kinds of useful and useless information here.

Paralyzed for a long time, he took off the mechanical glove on his arm and threw it forward.

Dang!

The metal gloves hit the marble table and made a heavy noise. On the tea table, in addition to metal gloves, there were also rolls of disorderly banknotes, money from all countries, and a black pistol.

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep for a while, but maybe the conflict at night was fierce. He didn't fall asleep, so he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling and began to be in a daze.

He was the only one in the empty and dark house. The house was about three meters high. There was always a slight bounce of marbles from the ceiling, which seemed to tempt him to go upstairs to investigate.

The clock in the corner swings back and forth. Make a ticking, ticking, ticking sound.

After about ten minutes, Hoffa frowned irritably.

... creak!

Accompanied by a palpitating and sour gear twisting sound

the parts of the corner pendulum twist into Muggles under the effect of deformation.

He picked up the pistol on the coffee table and stared at the gun for a long time. Some dusty memories suddenly burst into his brain.

I don't know why, he suddenly thought of Silby. At this moment, he began to sympathize with that guy. He had been in a wheelchair for hundreds of years. How did he get through this damn time.

With magic to stop the bell ring, the surrounding area fell into complete silence, only the distant German officer's home, the occasional laughter.

He threw away his gun, grinned helplessly, stood up from the sofa, poured himself a glass of water and turned on the TV.

In 1942, although there was no Internet and there was not much high technology, some of the most basic information technologies had begun to take shape. At least there was no problem in understanding the news.

Just want to understand all, and pay attention to the meaning, it must take a little brain cells to translate German, and he just does not want to spend more brain cells.

The flickering pictures on black-and-white TV, Hitler's high arms, provocative speeches, soldiers marching in neat steps, and banners with characters "卍" hanging everywhere on the eaves.

Hoffa began to fall asleep for a moment.

Click.There was a slight sound of changing shoes from the porch.

Half asleep and half awake, the feeling of being peeped up again.

Chaos of sleepiness, rational control of his brain, he suddenly opened his eyes, lightning from the sofa ejection up. I went into the ghost walk without thinking about it.

Dong!!

There was a dull noise.

"Ah...!"

Screams echoed through the room.

Then the scream came to an abrupt end, as if the volume off button had been pressed.

A shadow was caught by Hoffa and pressed heavily on the refrigerator of the restaurant. The refrigerator vibrated violently, and the decorations and ceramics on the top cracked to pieces.

I don't know when he started today. He always felt like he was being followed. I didn't expect that this guy actually followed himself into the room. What a hidden ability.

"I got you!"

Hoffa grabbed some warm soft things in his hand and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

"Fluorescent dance!"

Four or five light spots flew out of his palm and lit up the room.

after seeing the stalker clearly, the terrible expression on Hoffa's face gradually solidified.

He thought it was the bald woman in the Ministry of Magic who was following him, but it wasn't.

In front of her was a girl who was a little younger than herself. She was slim and dressed in a loose and dirty monastic robe. She seemed to be a nun in a nearby monastery.

The young nun had a very ugly face. Her face was in a mess with coarse makeup, her cheeks were bulging high, and she had a scar on her face that looked like it had been burned.

A stranger.

"Who are you? How did you get in? "

Hoffa grabbed the nun's neck and didn't dare to relax. He was able to track himself all the time and even entered the room. This guy certainly didn't look so weak.

"You... You first... Let go."

The nun seized him by the arm and beat him twice.

Hoffa did not let go: "do you have a special hiding method? As long as I let go, you will leave and disappear, right?"

"No... No."

the nun's scarred face gradually turned red, "you... You let go first. I'm not... Looking for trouble... "

this sentence is in awkward English.

Hoffa hesitated for a moment and chose to let go.

As soon as he let go, the girl knelt on the ground, covered her neck and coughed violently.

"Cough... Cough..."

after coughing for a long time, the girl covered her red and swollen neck and said hoarsely, "do you have any brain problems? What a surprise! It scared the hell out of me

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

Hoffa said coldly, "I'll give you ten seconds to explain."

"You don't remember me?"

"We just met two hours ago," said Sister Scarface bitterly

"I've never seen you before."

Hoffa said it straight.

The strange girl waved in front of Hoffa: "don't you really remember?"

"Are you kidding? I haven't seen you. Get out of here. Don't make me call the police

Hoffa said it solemnly.

"Ha ha, you are so funny. The wizard called the police."

The nuns are happy.

Hoffa's face broke down and he felt that he was being fooled.

Seeing that the man in front of her was more and more impatient, the nun said quickly:

"well, it seems that you really don't remember. I'll tell you, I'm locked up in the room by that werewolf. He's going to eat us. You saved us

Hoffa was stunned, and then he thought that he did save several people in Durant's bar, but it was all done at random. He didn't think much about it, and he didn't remember the appearance of the people inside.

The nun said, "I wanted to thank you very much, but I didn't find the right clothes, so...

" so you followed me secretly? "

Hoffa's voice was ironic: "if that's true, you have a hundred ways to thank me, but you chose the worst one. Who asked you to follow me?"

"No one. I'm coming myself. I want someone to help us. I was talking with... "

when the strange nun suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes turned:" I'm wandering outside with a friend of yours, and I want to ask you to borrow something. "

As she spoke, her eyes wandered around the room, and Hoffa was more alert. Don't say that the other party is an ugly girl with scarred face. Even if she is a peerless beauty, she is not welcome to sneak into other people at this time. She has too many secrets to reveal.

Without a word, he reached for the door and pushed it out, but the nun held the door. Seriously"Don't push. Do you know you're going to die?"

"What?"

Hoffa was a little surprised at what she said.

"Really, I've come to remind you."

Said the nun earnestly.

"Well, how can I die?"

The nun thought for a moment, spread out her hand, "is to die, become debris, become ashes, and so on...

Hoffa's eyes widened.

The nun patted him on the shoulder: "but don't be afraid. As long as you can lend me something, you won't die."

"What can I borrow from you?"

The nun pointed to the coffee table and said, "that one."

Hoffa turned and saw his magic gloves and a pile of francs on the coffee table.

At this point, he finally knew that the other party not only wanted to steal things, but also made threats to amuse himself.

"Why should I lend you money?"

The nun said seriously, "it's for your own good."

After a pause, the ugly nun said, "you don't know what I'm doing now, but you'll understand in two days."

"No wonder."

Hoffa was very tired and said, "I don't do charity, God stick!"

He pressed each other's shoulder again. This time, he was determined to push the follower out of the door.

Scar face nun angrily opened Hoffa's hand: "OK, don't push, I'll go myself!"

Finally, she sneered in a low voice: "you'll regret it, but don't blame me for not reminding you..."

but as soon as she started walking, there were dense footsteps outside the house.

Hoffa's face changed and he took her by the arm and pulled her into the room.

Sister Scarface almost fell to the ground. She blushed and yelled angrily, "how can you come back..."

before the word "thing" came out, her mouth was covered, and then she saw the boy's solemn hand on her lips.

"Shh."

The strange nun with her mouth covered stared in horror. Within a few seconds, she heard a knock on the door.