Chapter 207

Two witches were standing at the door. Hoffa and Gestapo were standing face to face. The telephone in the room was ringing and Gestapo's face was cloudy.

"I'll... Take a call."

Hoffa asked tentatively.

The SS colonel was calm and nodded.

Hoffa went to the phone and picked up the phone: "hello...

" let Mueller answer the phone. "

The person on the phone said directly in German.

Muller... Hoffa looked at the sullen Colonel next to him in surprise and handed him the phone.

"For you."

The SS captain answered the phone suspiciously.

The SS captain got through: "who are you?"

The person on the other end of the line didn't know what to say.

The Gestapo asked, "Oh... Strange, how could you have this family number?"

The other end of the phone didn't know what to say. Gestapo's expression sneered: "what conditions do you have?"

There's no sound on the other end of the phone.

Gestapo sighed: "ah, it's not true, is it?"

At this time, a sharp voice came from the phone. She didn't know what to shout. Gestapo's face changed immediately: "where are you? I'll pick you up right away

I didn't know what to say on the phone, and then hung up.

Put down the phone. Gestapo took a deep breath and gave Hoffa a cold smile.

"What a misunderstanding, Mr. lapar. I wish you a good dream and a happy life."

Immediately, he did not give Hoffa a chance to speak, and did not hesitate to open the door.

The two sorcerers of the wizarding society gave Hoffa a cold look and followed the Gestapo. He left Hoffa's house with great strides.

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

The effect of the compound decoction disappeared. He sat still on the edge of the table, staring straight at the old telephone in front of him, as if trying to make a splash out of it.

There is no call reminder or dial-up display these days.

If so, he has to find out who just called him.

The person on the phone didn't mean to talk to him. He knew that there was a German officer in his family, and he might even know his predicament. Otherwise, he would not have solved the crisis he might encounter so lightly.

But this did not make Hoffa feel relaxed and happy.

On the contrary, it makes him feel a great crisis. If his every move is under the surveillance of an unknown guy, then in the eyes of the other party, does he have any secrets?

It made him extremely uncomfortable.

It's almost impossible to sit still.

Finally, he stood up in anger, raised his hand and smashed the light switch. Then he strode to his room and lifted the bed board.

In any case, he wants to pull out the source of the accident, the strange female thief, or have a trial, or get rid of her as soon as possible, or get rid of her after the trial....

however, when he opened the bedplate of the room, there was no one under the bed, not even a personal shadow.

Looking at the empty bed, a bad feeling came to Hoffa's mind. He immediately opened the cabinet and looked at the carton he used to hide his magic gloves.

Borrow money?

Well, there's nothing left in the box. The magic gloves, the money, and the pistol, they're all gone.

Looking at the empty box, Huo FA smashed his fist on the wall, and was stunned by the sentence: "lying in the trough... I knew it!"

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

He kept looking in the room, but the female thief lost her trace completely, as if the world had evaporated.

"It's nothing... It's been a day..."

he sat on the mattress with a headache, rubbing his temples in pain, trying to analyze some useful information from these complicated events, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of the reason.

At night, the sky began to thunderstorm, lightning and thunder.

Another shower of rain began to pour down, the room was dark, occasionally there would be silent lightning flash, outlining the rain on the windows. Hoffa took off his clothes and lay on his back on the hard mattress.

The hurricane pounded Paris, and when the window brightened, the thunder rang through the room, and the remnants of the lightning were reflected on his iris.

Hoffa, who had been through a mess all day, leaned on the mattress and fell asleep.

There are some mottled dreams in his brain, which make him sleep very uneasy. In his sleep, he always unconsciously dreams about some memory fragments of the past, good and badThe next morning, when the thunderstorm stopped, Hoffa got up with his hair in a mess and dark circles under his eyes. He looked at the empty box and sighed.

After washing, he walked out of the house and came to the Bank of Seine. Nob was wearing sunglasses, looking at the newspaper and waiting for him on the wooden chair at the intersection.

Hoffa came up to him and said a languid greeting.

"Good morning, are you ready?"

"All right."

"I'm going to take you to Yaounde, where no one can find you... Wait, what's the matter with you, you look like you're dying?"

"Stolen."

Hoffa said with a black face.

"A little bit of property has been stolen."

"Stolen?"

Norbert was stunned.

"What kind of bandit can steal your things? Aren't you a wizard with the highest spirit and perception?"

"Come on, stop it."

Hoffa reluctantly raised his spirits. "Yaounde, where is that?"

"Africa. There's a tribal armed group out there willing to pay high prices for our weapons. We have to deliver things by the fifth. "

"What's the date today?"

Hoffa asked casually.

"September 1st." "How come you can't even remember the time," he said

On September 1, Hoffa was stunned.

If it was in the past years, he should have got on the express train to Hogwarts by this time.

Memories let him a little bit melancholy, he shook his head, the silk idea thrown out of his mind.

"Go, go. Get out of here. "

He said calmly, "this place is against me. It's too bad luck."

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with nothing to say, they arrived at the port on the North Bank of seine man province and planned to sail all the way from here.

After arriving here, Hoffa found that the whole port was full of people, and the crowd was one after another. They were carrying big and small bags, and each face was full of confusion and fear. Those are the Jews who have been taken in. They are about to be transferred from France to Germany.

Several transport ships are moored on the wharf, and countless soldiers in black fur coats are standing near the wharf with guns. The Jews lined up, boarded the transport ship under the supervision of the soldiers, waiting for their fate. Without exception, they were sent to the concentration camp and then died.

"These people will be punished."

Noah sighed.

"Retribution... Who's coming?"

Hoffa had a sneer on his lips.

"It's not you," Norbert warned in his ear. "Don't worry. We'll leave when we get on the boat."

As they were about to leave, Hoffa's toes met a glass tube. He looked down subconsciously. It turned out to be an old-fashioned syringe with some subtle magic waves on it.

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

Years of magic education and alchemy proficient immediately told him that the needle had been filled with material.

"Powerful magic recovery potion, how can there be such a thing..." He murmured.

"What?" Norbert asked

Hoffa's eyes drifted to the distance. When he looked carefully, there was more than one glass tube on the ground, but several abandoned glass tubes scattered every few steps.

Walking along the glass tube, he found that there were several black robed German witches by the river. They were injecting the ragged Jewish Muggles one by one. Only one is released for each dozen.

There are several large boxes on the ground, which are full of unopened magic recovery potions.

This abnormal behavior made Hoffa smack his tongue.

What are these witches doing? Why inject magic recovery potion into Muggle? There is no magic in Muggle. It's useless to inject it.

Norbert followed and saw it. He exclaimed in a low voice, "are you burning too much money?"

Before his words were heard, he shut up and took Hoffa away from the group of weird German witches.

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in addition to the warships transporting Jews, there are also several cruise ships, which are all ships leading to various German occupied areas and Axis powers, and no ship will lead to any ally.

But just as Norbert was getting ready to take the ticket to board, a group of armed soldiers came from a distance.

"Wait a minute."

Seeing the soldiers checking, Norbert took out several documents with great skill. However, the soldier waved his hand: "you are not allowed to board the ship today. Go back first."

Hoffa was slightly stunned.

Norbert: No, I can't let you go a few days ago

"A few days ago is a few days ago. Recently we are going to investigate a fugitive."

The soldier impatiently opened the palm of nober's hand as he tried to bribe."Come back in two days."

Norbert and Hoffa looked at each other. "In two days... OK, in two days, in two days."

Leaving the cruise terminal, Norbert felt his chin suspiciously, "what's the matter? Why do these German guys suddenly block the terminal?"

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

"To whom, to whom, to you?"

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

"Woman?"

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

"Cataracts?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" asked Norbert

"I..."

Hoffa was just about to share his crazy experience with Norbert last night, but just then a familiar figure came into his eyes.

On the other side of the bridge, a nun in convent clothes bowed her head and hurried by. When he saw the robe, he immediately pushed Norbert away.

Norbert: what's the matter with you

"Wait for me here."

With that, he rushed to the other side of the bridge without hesitation. The nun sidled away in the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

"Stop!"

Hoffa didn't care to scare others. He separated the crowd with his hands and tried to catch up.

As if she had not heard of it, the nun went straight ahead. But she was also blocked by the crowd, which was extremely slow for a time.

Soon, Hoffa caught up with the other side, put his hand on the other side's shoulder, pressed it hard and broke it back,

"Hello

The nun was startled and turned her head abruptly.

Hoffa's face showed a happy grin. Although it was very dark last night, the other side also painted a mess of smoky make-up and couldn't see her face clearly, the landmark scar on the other side's face made Hoffa recognize her at a glance.

There is no doubt that this is the woman thief who broke into his house last night and stole her magic gloves and 10000 francs.

Looking at each other's stunned expression, Hoffa grabbed the nun's wrist: "I got you."

The young Scarface nun was stunned and earned twice.

"Hello, who are you?"

"Load, load again! Do you think I'm an idiot? "

Hoffa said with a sneer, "I tell you, if you don't give me what you stole today, we won't finish today!"

Seeing that there was a dispute, all the passengers waiting to board the ship looked around.

Nun expression became a little scared, she looked around, and then secretly forced, angry defeat bad way: "you let go!"

As soon as Hoffa saw that the other party didn't mean to return something to him at all, and he didn't even have the appearance of being guilty, so he couldn't help getting very angry.

He couldn't help but pull up the nun's arm:

"look at you, five people and six people, wearing a monk's robe, pretending to be stupid, so skillful?"

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

Hoffa laughed angrily.

Seeing more and more people around him, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous. If he attracted German wizard, it would not be worth the loss.

So he said in a low voice: "son of a bitch, if you want to be short of money, I'll give you a thousand francs, but you give me back my gloves. It's useless to give you that..."

PA!

The words didn't finish, and the answer was a clear and loud slap.

The nun blushed. "Are you crazy? Who took your things?"

"Shh ~"

passers-by around the theater made a tut tut surprise.

Hoffa was stupefied by the sudden slap. He opened his eyes a little wider and his face became gloomy:

"you asked for a toast instead of a penalty!"

With that, Hoffa wrists hard and drags her straight into the alley.

The nun struggled, "Psycho, let me go! You let me go, help me... Help me "

several people at the theatre looked at each other, two of them wanted to come forward, but they were held by their companions.

It may also be that people's lives are like weeds these days, and everyone is eager to protect themselves. Maybe Hoffa's mental field is too intimidating, or the nun is too ugly.

She yelled a few voices, but no one came to save her.

Hoffa pressed sister Scarface on the wall with one hand: "shout! If you don't return my things, you won't be saved even if you shout out your throat! "

"Who are you and what are you doing? "

" give me back the gloves. I promise I won't even look at you where you like. "

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

Hoffa nodded. "OK, that's what Durant said."

"What Durant?"

"You didn't tell me the truth. You forced me toHoffa reached into the pocket of her robe and fumbled.

Scar face nun panic, saw tears in her eyes, she began to beg: "you let me go, I didn't take anything."

As soon as Hoffa saw her expression, he thought it was not fake. But when he thought about her performance last night, he immediately decided that this guy was acting. Otherwise, I will be blind.

So he scolded the playwright in his heart, and turned her over with his other hand, trying to search her back.

Now the nun began to wail.

"Hooligan, you let go!"

But just as Hoffa was about to reach out to each other's waist, a cry came from a distance.

"Stop it

Hoffa, who is looking for his gloves, stops at the sound and looks at him. I want to know who is so nosy these days.

I saw a tall figure standing at the entrance of the alley. The figure was dressed in a gray robe with a bare head. It's a woman. It's delphina, the Ministry employee Hoffa met yesterday.

"Chloe..."

delphina walked up to them, looked at Hoffa up and down, and said in disbelief, "Mr. Bach..."

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

"It's me that should be asked."

Delphina: what are you doing to her, Mr. Bach

Hoffa released his finger. As soon as she let go, the Scarface nun sat on the ground, hugging her knees and shaking her shoulders, and began to cry.

Hoffa pointed to the nun squatting on the ground. "What's the relationship between this man and you?"

Delphina didn't answer. She squatted down first. Patting the weeping nun on the shoulder, "what's the matter, Chloe

"He... He... He molested me."

Said the nun sobbing.

"Ugly, who's going to molest you." Hoffa's stomach was sour. "You give it back to me, and then we go our separate ways. It's none of our business."

Delphina: Chloe, did you take someone else's things

"Slander, shameless slander,"

the weeping nun stood up, pointed to Hoffa's nose angrily with red eyes, and said, "the dog has taken your things. I haven't seen you at all!"

Hoffa forked his waist and laughed angrily. He had never seen a guy so good at acting. His acting skills had reached the ultimate level, and he could win an Oscar.