Chapter 241

After landing on the ground, the boy rolled and stood up, holding a piece of glass fragment picked up from the ground like a swordsman, and holding a magic bottle on his waist in his right hand. He was shocked and said, "Hey, who are you? Why are you here? "

Hoffa looked him up and down and said slowly, "I'm the one to ask. Who are you? What are you doing here? "

"Don't try to be profound." The boy covered the big bag on his forehead and said, "at this time, I'm not in the safe area. I'll be honest and run to this place. It's either a witch or a monster... Etc..."

the moonlight appeared again from the dark clouds, illuminating Hoffa's face and his shining pupils. The boy in the hutchpatch wizard's robe stares at him in amazement.

"Gray hair, yellow eyes, you... It's you!! Aren't you the one, Hoffa of Ravenclaw, Hoffa Bach? "

Hoffa picked up his arm, then the boy rushed forward and pulled up his arm like he was about to faint. "Man, you've been missing for a year!! A whole year, my God! "

The boy threw away his arm and leaned back against the wall, shaking his head: "wait, are you real or fake? Is someone posing as you with compound decoction? "

"No, no, no, you must be true to defuse my metamorphosis so easily, right?"

So he convinced himself to come back.

"I'm going to tell my friends. Tell them who I saw, wait... Where's my owl? Where's my owl? damn! Molly, where have you been? "

With a sharp whistle, a black and yellow spotted owl flew out of the hole in the cabin and landed a finger on his shoulder with a cry of discontent.

"Oh, I've told you many times that things outside are not clean and there are bacteria." Boys dislike their owl's mouth fingers twist throw away, and its hair blown up, "I need you to help me send a letter, OK?"

The owl let out a cry of discontent.

"Just a little way, a little way." The boy took out a roll of sheep leather from the pocket of his robe and a feather pen. He licked the feather pen and wrote.

"Wait a minute." Hoffa interrupted the nervous boy coldly.

"What's the matter? Hoffa

"Don't rush to deliver the letter. I haven't asked you yet. What are you doing here? You're wearing the wizard robe of hutchpatch. You should not have graduated yet. "

"Oh, this one!"

The boy stood up and said, "this year, the school will send students of grade five or above to patrol in various cities, and those who can be selected are all the elites among the elites.

Looking at his face, Hoffa was speechless. For a long time, I have been dealing with all kinds of insidious and cunning guys. The simplicity and pride of Hogwarts seems to be a long time ago, I have to say. If you come out to carry out such a dangerous task, you have to dress up. The less attractive you are, the better. How can you put on the robe of the college. If you really meet a black Wizard of the eight classics, don't you make it clear to let others cast a curse on your face?

"I didn't ask why you were chosen, I asked what you did on this ship, and have you seen the crew and passengers on this ship?"

"I've planted defense charms in the coastal areas under my jurisdiction, but half a month ago, all my defense Charms failed for no reason. I followed the trail of the curse all the way, and then I found the wrecked freighter, and then I met you

The boy sat down on the stairs, "Hey, I said, you can't inform me in advance when you come back. It's frightening for me to find out in this way."

Hoffa didn't take over. He felt his chin and thought for a moment. The defense curse was destroyed. It must have been made by a wizard. It seems that mans has sneaked into England, but he doesn't know where he is now.

"Why, do you have any clues, Hoffa. If you could tell me, it would be a big help. "

"What's your name? "

" Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. " The wide chin teenager said excitedly, "I'm Ryan in sixth grade, Ryan gaelisian. Do you remember? Hitchpatch college batter. I'm a grade ahead of you. "

"I'm sorry. Hoffa shook his head. "I'm not interested in Quidditch."

The dull and uninteresting reply, like cold water, dampened the enthusiasm of the students. He scratched his head awkwardly: "well, it's still interesting. If you can come back, I really recommend you to have a look, if I can play Quidditch in the future."

"It's been almost a week since I landed here, but no one has seen me. What about the people in this place? " Hoffa asked himself the most

"people around

I don't know why, Ryan shrugged helplessly: "they're all gathered together. After all, we're all warming up together these days.""Where did they get together?"

Hoffa asked.

"Bournemouth, if you can find it. However, no one in this area can take you to find it except me. Because it's under the Invisibility spell of the Ministry of magic. "

"Why?" Hoffa was a little surprised.

"The situation in the wizarding world is very tense now. Some time ago, a small town in Ireland was slaughtered by a long lost necromancer. The whole city was transformed into an army of ghost corpses, which made the whole country panic. Although the guy was killed by our people, after that, the Ministry of magic put a hidden and invisible curse on all the cities to prevent evil witches from entering and leaving the British cities. "

"It's terrible."

Hoffa took a breath of cold air. "In a city, how many people there are."

"Tens of thousands," Ryan sighed, "these days, those powerful witches and wizard families are accumulating their strength by all means. It's not uncommon that anything terrible happens."

"Take me there."

Hoffa said indisputably. After that, he felt that he was too arbitrary and relaxed: "I brought the people on this ship to England. I am responsible for them. I hope you can understand."

Ryan wasn't surprised. He grinned and gave a thumbs up. "Of course I'll help you, Hoffa. But then again, can I write to my friend now? "

Hoffa threw his wand back to him: "no way."

Ryan:....

led by the new sixth graders of hutchpatch, they left the stranded freighter and hurried inland.

Along the way, Ryan caught Hoffa and asked him why he left Hogwarts, what he was doing recently, whether he knew the hot news in the British wizarding world, and what he ate during the day.

Ryan is a very typical hutch patch, excellent strength, warm-hearted, but a little too familiar. Hoffa can't bear his wordiness, and he doesn't want to entangle with him. He just wants to find Chloe quickly and tell her the news that he has found a clue.

However, when he returned to their resting place, the nun disappeared, and even the fire on the ground was extinguished.

Hoffa's brain hummed. His first thought was that the nun had gone to the field to relieve him, but the chaotic footprints on the ground were negating his idea. Chloe was taken away.

Is it human?

If you look carefully, it's not. The footprint on the ground has four toes. The toe end and heel are very apart, and the back segment is very short. It seems that someone stepped on the ground on tiptoe.

His heart was thumping, the colder he was. It's like saving money for a long time to buy a new mobile phone, and it's stolen in the twinkling of an eye. The more he thought about it, the more worried he was. This was the third time the nun had disappeared. Before, he didn't care much about Chloe's life or death, let alone her thoughts. He chose to escort her just because of her amazing ability.

But this time, he could not stop worrying that Britain was not what it used to be. In this land of crisis, would she encounter misfortune? He regretted not waking her up and taking her with him.

Looking at Hoffa standing there petrified, Ryan wondered, "what's the matter with you?"

"My friend, my friend is gone!"

He jumped up and called Chloe's name, but no one answered. I didn't see any life. On the open town, the moon is cold and blue.

Gary drew out his wand, went to the edge of the fire, looked at the footprints on the ground with a fluorescent charm, looked up at Hoffa and said, "it's the people of Bournemouth who took her."

"Man, you're teasing me. It's the footprints of wild animals."

"Yes, indeed." Ryan shook his head again: "the situation is very complicated. I can't explain it to you for a while. Anyway, you come to Bournemouth with me first."

He put away his wand and ran away. "Are you coming?"

Hoffa gritted his teeth, looked at the place where the nun had disappeared, put away the senseless remorse, and followed Ryan.

Ryan said to the owl on his shoulder, "Molly, you lead the way." The owl chirped and spread its wings to fly far away. Ryan is behind the owl, and Hodgson is behind him.

Ryan probably saw that Hoffa was in a bad mood and didn't bother him any more. They just went on their way from night to dawn and from dawn to noon.

In the bright sunshine, they came to the outer edge of a city. It looked as empty as any other place. Except for the broken buildings, there was no one and nothing special.

But Ryan untied a green potion bottle at his waist and poured it down the air.

The scene in front of us is like a picture corroded by some kind of acid, which melts out a breach enough for one person to pass through, and inside is another world.

Ryan put away the bottle, with a magic wand on the body, he disappeared in the air, invisible Ryan said: "you'd better be invisible, don't let people in this city see you."Hoffayyan entered the phantom state.

After the two transparent people entered the gap, the space behind them quickly grew and recovered, and the gap disappeared.

They are standing on the top of a building in the city. The dazzling sunlight on the top of the building flies past several Ravens looking for food. Looking down on the street, Hoffa saw a few passers-by, very sparsely populated.

"Bournemouth?"

"Yes." Invisible Ryan whistled. The owl in the sky landed on the clothes rack on the roof. Ryan opened a door on the roof and said, "come on, I'll show you the city."

Two people from the roof to the street, the city peace day to see those ordinary Muggle city and no difference. Commercial streets, residential buildings, and some service industries.

But the streets were very cold, with only a few soldiers on patrol and some rickety drunkards.

At first glance, they were no different from the normal Muggle City, but Hoffa noticed something wrong from their pale faces and restrained manners. The soldiers were wearing thick gloves, as if trying to avoid physical touch.

"What do you think of the city?" Ryan asked.

"Very few, very few." Hoffa frowned.

"You may not believe it," Ryan sighed. "When you first came here a month ago, there were a lot of people here."

"What happened to them?"

Hoffa pointed to the corner, where there were several British soldiers in thick leather coats, carrying a stretcher, which was covered with black cloth and could not see what was covered below.

"Dressed like this, is there any disease or war here?"

"All of them." Ryan said briefly.

"All of them?"

Ryan looked at the sky, "seeing is better than hearing. You come with me to my place first. You will know what happened here in the evening."

"Why not during the day?" Hoffa was not happy. He didn't want to delay at all. Now that he came to the city, he wanted to find Chloe immediately.

"Believe me, if your friends are taken away by people in this city, they will never show up during the day." He pointed to the closed doors and windows on the street. "In this city, you can't see anything during the day, they are sleeping."

Hoffa looked at the windows. Although the sunlight in the sky was dazzling, it could not make him feel the slightest warmth. He could feel the gloom and fear hidden behind the houses. It seemed that the power of the sunlight was deprived by something.

There's no good way. He's not familiar here. He had to accept it and followed Ryan to an ordinary apartment in the city.

It's similar to the apartment of the future single young people, with messy sheets and socks on the floor, a few wizard magazines on the bed, and a bit of the prophet daily.

Ryan poured him a cup of tea and brought him some snacks. But he didn't have an appetite. He just stood by the window, carefully separated the curtains, opened a thumb wide seam and looked out.

In the dead pangran apartment group. None of the lights were on. On the other side of the complex, the huge building is covered with a messy renovated greenhouse balcony and ubiquitous wire antenna, with straight lines, sharp and dangerous.

If it was yesterday, he would be very happy to meet an alumni, at least a short time to fill his stomach. But now, the anxiety in his heart is expanding rapidly with the passage of time. The city has a morbid feeling, so he can't help thinking about the safety of nuns.

At dusk, he reluctantly slept about three hours with uneasiness. It's not so much sleep as sleep, because Ryan's been gossiping with his owl as if it were his girlfriend.

...

...

"wake up."

In the early hours of the morning, Ryan woke him up.

At the moment, his Hogwarts School robe has been repaired by the repair spell. His wand is inserted in the calf leather sleeve, and the magic element bottle on his waist is shining orange or blue. He looks fully armed.

"Hoffa, it's time."

"Can you change your dress?" Hoffa rubbed his eyes and said discontentedly, "do you have to wear Hogwarts uniform to carry out the mission?"

"Why, that's my pride."

"Would you like to change your outfit into Ravenclaw school uniform, so that we are the adventure boys of Hogwarts?" chuckled the boy

"And explore the twins... You're sick of your head."

Hoffa pushed him away, stood up and put on his Martin boots. They disappeared in the air again and came to the street from their hiding place.

Boy, there are more people than during the day.

They come out of every corner of the city like going to the market. They gather in twos and threes in the dark corner. They don't know what to do. With excitement and thirst on his face.There was a faint smell of fishy sweetness in the air. The smell penetrated Hoffa's nostrils and made him a little nauseous. Some kind of morbid atmosphere began to aggravate, which also filled with some unclear atmosphere.

"What happened, this place?"

They passed by a group of men with crazy faces. In the phantom state, Hoffa asks Ryan.

Ryan took him to the corner of a lamp post, pointed to a blur of white shadows and said, "see for yourself, thief."

Come closer and have a look. Well, under the extinguished street lamp, he saw a man holding a delicate but pale blonde, licking and sucking obsessively on her chest. And the woman stroked his head, stroking, and growing sharp canine teeth in her mouth. The lips grow wider and wider, and finally almost crack to the root of the ear.

The man didn't notice it at all. Even when the big mouth was biting heavily, he still had the grapes in his mouth with a high tide look on his face.

Vampire!