Chapter 208

"Well, don't fight, don't fight."

Delfina said calmly, "there must be some misunderstanding, Chloe. This is Hoffa Bach and I mentioned. I was going to ask him to send you back to London."

"He?"

The nun exclaimed in disbelief, "just him? Never

At this time, Norbert also came.

Seeing delphina standing in front of Hoffa, he took off his sunglasses. Ferocious said: "it's you again, bald girl. Didn't you say not to follow us?"

"I'm sorry," said Delfina lazily. "Mr. Bach found it himself this time."

As soon as Norbert saw a nun sobbing with her head down, he was embarrassed for a moment. He asked Hoffa in a low voice: "Hello, young man, what's wrong with you?"

Hoffa gave him a fierce look.

Just at this time, sister Scarface raised her head with a sob. Seeing the other party's honor, noble exclaimed: "so frustrated..."

Delfina sneered: "is it more frustrating than the giantess?"

"You know what?" he said

Then, rarely angry, he said awkwardly, "what's the matter, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Delphina raised her arms and looked at Hoffa, teasing, "what do you say?"

Instead, Hoffa calmed down. In broad daylight, he didn't believe that the nun could magically disappear around him.

"OK, it's OK anyway. Let's sit down and have a chat."

So the four returned to the restaurant of Hoffa hotel.

In the dining room, the four sat face to face, Hoffa and Norbert sitting together, and opposite were delphina, a bald employee of the Ministry of magic, and the nun with ugly scars on her face.

After sitting down. Hoffa's eyes did not leave the nun from the beginning to the end, and he did not dare to relax for a moment.

But the nun was full of grievances and resentments. She hugged her arm angrily and didn't look at Hoffa at all.

Delfina was the first to break the ice. She clapped her hands and said with a smile, "this is Chloe lemme. That's the one I'm going to ask you to help send it to London. She is the great granddaughter of the famous alchemist Nick lemme

Nicole lemme.

He is one of the most famous top alchemists in the world.

I didn't expect that the ugly nun with long scar in front of him had such a terrible identity. Hoffa put away his contempt a little, but he was more and more confused.

Nicoleme, that's a man who can be made from an immortal Sorcerer's stone. Can this little girl steal her own magic gloves.

When Norbert heard the surname lemme, his eyes lit up and he had a good attitude: "it seems that I'm lucky to meet the direct descendants of the top alchemists. Where are you going?"

"The port will be unsealed tomorrow, and I'll take Chloe back to England by sea."

"Are you sure you can survive the wizarding society's interrogation?"

"Any ship at sea has to go through at least three islands, and there are layers of checks on each island," he asked suspiciously.

As long as you expose the identity of an English wizard, you will be put in a dungeon by those Germans. Even if you cross the sea, the coastline of the three British islands is almost eroded by the black wizard, which is now the darkest place in the world... "

" I know, that's where I came from. "

Delphina sighed: "there are so many corpses and monsters everywhere. Compared with there, Paris is paradise. To be honest, I don't have much confidence to take a person across the heavily guarded British French border. "

As she spoke, she leaned close to her head and lowered her voice:

"listen, as long as you can help send her to London, I can apply to the Ministry of magic to remove your wanted, and we can work together to face the common enemy."

"No way." Norbert shrugged: "although I have great respect for Mr. lemme, he has helped me a lot in alchemy, but I'm really sorry, we still have our own things to do."

"Where are you going?" Asked delphina.

"Africa, I will not disclose the specific location."

(Norbert and delphina chatter in a mess. Hoffa turns a deaf ear to what they say. His attention is completely focused on the Scarface nun opposite.)

Delphina: Well, with all due respect, it's a good idea for you to make weapons and sell them to those rebel groups, but it's just the two of you. You're too weak.

We can provide you with raw materials, venues and all kinds of assistance, as long as you can give us a little help on the way back. "

"This..."

Norbert hesitated and looked at Hoffa.

Hoffa shook his head.

So Norbert looked at Chloe, hesitated and said:

"we can't help, but we have a friend, frank, who runs smuggling on the English Channel all the year round.If you can find him, give him enough to make him happy, I think he can help you send her back to England. "

Delphina perked up: "where can I find him?"

Norbert stood up and said, "you come with me, you get a keepsake for you, you give it to him at that time, just say that Hoffa and Norbert asked you to find him."

"That's a big help," delphina said with a smile

She stood up and straightened her robe: "Mr. Bach."

Hoffa, who had been holding his arm and not talking, gave her a cold glance.

Delphina: I'm going to get some Keepsake with Mr. Hagrid. Can you take care of Miss lemme? Just a moment. "

"No!"

The silent Chloe looked at Hoffa and screamed, "I'll go with you."

Hoffa sneered.

Delphina quickly touched Chloe's head: "listen, no matter what misunderstanding, this is not the time to fight. Believe me, this Mr. Bach is strange at times, but he can be trusted. "

"I..."

delphina: "good."

Scar face nun is not willing to sit down.

Hoffa sneered: "I don't know where your inexplicable trust comes from."

Delphina gave him a big smile. She made a gesture of please, and then she followed him away.

...

...

there were only two people at the table, Hoffa and sister Chloe. The atmosphere is awkward, not harmonious.

Chloe was sitting on her feet. She picked up a magazine, flipped it over and threw it aside. Then she picked up another magazine and flipped it over and over to make a clattering sound.

Hoffa stirred his coffee, thinking about how to get the magic gloves back. If the other party does not say it all the time, it seems that there is no way to take her.

"Are you a wizard?" He tried to be soft.

The ugly nun showed her scar face from behind the magazine and glared at him.

"None of your business!"

"I'm from Hogwarts. Which school are you from?"

Nun's face was a little better.

"Hogwarts School of magic? You are the college

"Ravenclaw." Said Hoffa.

"I don't know Ravenclaw as mean as you are."

Nun impolitely said: "they are polite and smart gentlemen, and you... The most evil Slytherin is just like that."

Hoffa thought that you deserve to wear a monk's robe. How blind is God to choose you to serve him.

Thinking of his gloves, he didn't know where they were hidden. Instead, he showed a false smile: "what about you? Booth Barton

"No, I didn't go to magic school, and I didn't have a wand."

"Muggle? Squib? " Hoffa is suspicious.

"No, I'm a wizard." Chloe said calmly.

"It's just that I can't control my magic. I can't go to school."

"Oh, that's a pity."

"Magic school is really interesting," Hoffa said

But the nun retorted:

"it's interesting that you don't go to school yet? It's September 1st. What are you still doing in France? Oh, by the way, you're going to Africa! "

The nun laughed and said, "when did Hogwarts switch to Africa?"

Hoffa felt he had better shut up. He was afraid that if he continued to ask like this, he would not find the gloves, and he would be angry to death first.

He turned his head and looked out of the window. Outside, countless soldiers passed by. Heavy tanks roared past the ground, as if they were preparing for a military parade. Several gestapos in black plain clothes showed their faces from behind the newspapers. A solemn atmosphere gradually permeated the streets.

A few black robed wizards jumped out of the tank from a distance, grabbed a few Muggles in the street, and began to inject magic recovery potion into their necks.

Hoffa turned his head mechanically, expressionless.

Chloe was still talking on the other side, "I said I didn't steal anything, but I didn't steal it. Besides, why don't you go to the police when it's lost? Why don't you stare at me? There's nothing worth me on you..."

she was scolding Hoffa with disgust. At this time, a woman server in an apron came slowly in the distance, carrying a coffee pot with her job on her face The smile of the industry.

"Coffee?"

Asked the waitress.

"Er..." Chloe stopped, "yes, more milk and sugar."

"All right."

The waitress bent down and began to pour coffee.

Hoffa turned his eyes and saw a slight bulge on the waiter's belt. Although the bulge was not obvious, Hoffa noticed a dangerous magic wave in it.Is that a magic wand?

Why do waitresses in restaurants have wands?

As soon as the question came to his mind, the waitress reached out to Chloe's cup without leaving a trace, and the mental field like a poisonous snake hissed and spread.

The next second, the coffee pot in the hands of the waitress turned into a sharp syringe, straight to Chloe's neck.

Hoffa whispered that it was not good. He jumped up and jumped at Chloe across the table.

In a flash of lightning, Chloe's head was pushed down by him, the table was smashed, and Hoffa kicked the waitress in the chest.

She flew upside down and hit the notice board of the restaurant. The bulletin board was smashed to pieces, and the diners in the restaurant began to run away screaming.

But the waitress stood up as if nothing had happened and straightened her crooked neck with a click.

But at the same time, countless armed soldiers came in from the door, and the leader was captain SS, Muller Mans, who went to Hoffa's house last night to search.

The waitress pulled out her wand and lifted a table in the way. "She detected the magic reaction, that's her!"

Mueller mans's Cheetah head turned and locked the corner. With a wave of his arm, more than a dozen soldiers rushed to Hoffa and Chloe in the corner with guns.

Hoffa didn't have time to think about what happened. He pushed aside the plank and climbed up to Chloe.

Chloe was half lying on the ground with a needle inserted around her neck. The blue magic recovery medicine in the needle was rapidly decreasing. After being injected, she was shaking.

He pulled out the needle and half hugged Chloe.

"Well, what's the matter with you?"

"Go... Hurry up..."

Chloe struggled to say that.

"Damn it

Seeing the soldiers getting closer and closer, Hoffa took Chloe's arm and lifted her up. Without hesitation, she entered the phantom state and disappeared into the air.

The front door was blocked by the crowd, so he had to take Chloe to the back of the hotel.

Into the hotel kitchen, Hoffa slammed the iron door. As soon as it was closed, the iron door began to tinkle and bulge. The soldiers outside are shooting wildly.

Hoffa stepped back two steps, his hands clasped, trying to use the broken grip to control the stone to seal the iron door and prevent the soldiers from coming in.

But before he had time to start casting, a sense of suffocation came to his brain. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. The room was filled with surging and frenzied magic. Under the influence of this magic, the air became a thick substance like butter, which made people unable to breathe.

She turned to see Chloe lying on the ground. Her face was flushed, her forehead was blue, her whole body was like a dying salted fish, and she looked very twisted and stiff.

"Hey, hey, what's the matter with you?"

There was no answer. Her slender fingers clung to her cheek. She could see the vein on her arm clearly. There was magic flowing in the vein.

"My God..."

Hoffa groaned.

He doesn't know what happened to this guy, but he has a hunch that something bad will happen next.

Bang, bang!

Bang, Dong!!

There was a strong crash outside the door, and the soldiers outside were ready to break through.

Hoffa's palm on the ground. Countless stone hands crossed and circled from the ground, firmly buckled on the iron door, so that the soldiers behind could not break through.

The soldiers outside the door also stopped shooting after the crash failed. But Hoffa knows that those people will never give up.

Perception told him that the building had been surrounded by people, and it was full of water. There were not only soldiers but also witches among them.

There was a moment of silence.

Dong Dong!

A polite knock on the door.

Hoffa stuck it to the door.

There was a husky, low voice of a man outside the door.

"Mr. Bach, I know you're listening, right?"

There was no answer.

Hoffa's heart sank and he was recognized after all.

The man outside continued, "I'm the captain of SS, Muller Mans. The woman beside you is the abnormal human we take in. She is very, very dangerous. Now you come out, we won't do anything to you. It will reward you. "

Unusual...

thinking of the photo that the SS officer showed himself the night before yesterday, he turned to look at it.

Chloe, who was lying in the corner twitching, didn't look like the white eyed woman in the picture.

He goes up to Chloe, reaches for her chin and tears it.

It was only then that I found that the scar on Chloe's face was actually a mask pasted by transvestite. Under the intense exercise just now, most of the mask of her half face had fallen off.