151 Chapter 16, Prison Ferry

Ten minutes later, Norber finished eating, left ten pennies on the table, and walked towards the edge of the North Sea.

Walking to the corner of the street, he drew out his wand, and tapped on his face, "Makeover."

Immediately, his appearance became younger, turning into a scar-faced man with beards.

At this time, he felt a little more comfortable. The vague sense of peeping just now made him extremely uncomfortable. But it was obvious that the other party was also a master at using the mental force field, and he didn't give him any clues about anti-tracking.

He started to walk along the coastline, trying to find a moving freighter, but he walked along the coastline for a full ten kilometers without finding a ship.

The sky is gray and gray, just fish belly white. There is no sun, only gloomy clouds. Gives a very unclean feeling. There was silence everywhere. Not even a bird chirping. There was only the sound of clattering sea water. The sea water didn't have that blue feeling at all. It was gray and mixed with foam and black seaweed, as if it was the water of the turbid river Styx.

Looking at the distant target on the beach for a moment, Noble kicked a shell tens of meters away angrily.

"Grass, damn it!"

He cursed habitually.

"Why are there so many broken things, there are no ships!"

After losing his temper, he calmed down a bit, rubbed his chin and said to himself, "Do you want to apparate?"

As soon as the thought came to him, he shook his head vigorously. Now it is obvious that someone is following him. Maybe he hasn't been exposed yet, but once he apparates, it is almost 100% locked in position, and he cannot apparate.

After making up his mind, Norbert returned to the Muggle town just now, and began to search along the inland river.

Not long after, he came to an inland river pier, which was bustling with many Muggle ships loading and unloading here.

He started asking around, trying to find a freighter he could take to the islands on the edge of the North Sea. But no ship wanted to go to that place, and some cargo ship captains even waved off passengers as soon as they heard the name of the small island.

Noble asked one by one, but no one was willing.

In the end, he sat helplessly on the bench at the pier and began to think about countermeasures.

However, at this moment, he saw a dilapidated cargo ship beeping over and stopping at the edge of the pier.

On the boat, a thin man dressed like a Muggle policeman was squatting on the deck, smoking a cigarette every now and then. He looked haggard and had dark circles around his eyes.

After the boat stopped, another man on the pier, holding a wooden box, began to load goods onto the boat one by one. Fat as a balloon. He was wearing a dirty apron like a chef's.

It stands to reason that this scene is very ordinary, but Noble has sharply noticed something unreasonable. No matter how loaded the ship is, the waterline has not changed in the slightest.

Such a violation of the laws of physics immediately made him understand that the ship had been cast with a levitation spell and that it was a wizard ship.

So, Norbert got up, walked to the side of the boat and asked, "Excuse me, where is your boat heading?"

The thin smoking man glanced at him, turned around, and ignored him.

Noble turned around reluctantly, "Excuse me, do you want to go to Rules Island? If you go, I will pay you."

The thin man looked him up and down, then turned around again.

Noble looked around and lowered his voice: "Gold Galleons, I have a lot of Gold Galleons."

The thin man stopped smoking.

"Are you a wizard?"

Noble snorted to show his affirmation.

The thin man smiled, showing black and yellow teeth and bright red gums, "That place is haunted, we won't go there."

"Hey, you are a wizard, do you believe those Muggle rumors?"

"Wizard?" the thin man laughed. "I'm sorry, we brothers are Squibs."

Squib.

Noble couldn't help but look at the fat man more, and the fat man who was carrying the goods turned his head and made a whining sound. Only then did Norber realize that the fat man's mouth was actually sewn shut.

Seeing him surprised, the thin man moved his head and shook the soot: "But since we are wizards, I can give you a ride, but wizards, how much do you want to give us?"

"Ten Galleons." Norbert said.

"Fifty Galleons."

The thin man opened his mouth wide without hesitation.

"So expensive?"

Noble licked his lips, a fierce look flashed in his eyes. But the glare was fleeting.

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, you can go to another boat."

The thin man smiled and blew on Noble's face.

The corner of Noble's mouth twitched, but he didn't refuse. Instead, he nodded with a smile, took out a money bag and threw it over.

Then, with one arm stretched out, he pulled the ship's strings and jumped off the dilapidated iron cargo ship.

The thin man opened the purse, and immediately showed a satisfied smile. He knocked on the side of the boat: "Theo, hurry up, don't dawdle, we have a wizard to serve!"

The fat man carrying the goods made a whining sound, and ran faster and faster.

Noble always felt that something was wrong. He frowned at the fat man and asked, "What's wrong with his mouth?"

"oh?"

The thin man was still counting the money, and when he heard this, he immediately became interested: "Guess what."

"I have no idea."

"He's so good at eating, if he doesn't keep his mouth shut, he'll eat up all my savings, haha."

He laughed nervously, and then he tapped the side of the boat again in a rage.

"Fool, hurry up, what's the use of feeding you so much?"

The fat man ran even faster, and finally, he carried four or five boxes and smashed them on the deck with a bang. Panting comically, drool spurting from his sewn-up mouth.

"waste!"

The thin man stepped over the fat man's body, stepped on his crotch, and came to the console on the deck, and lit the engine.

The dilapidated freighter made a beeping sound as it nimbly moved around in the crowded river. Like a loach, it is abnormally fast and flexible. Norbert had to hold onto the railing to keep himself from falling over the boat.

But the Muggles around turned a blind eye to this smart boat, they couldn't see it at all.

After crossing the river, the three of them entered the North Sea, where the waters are wide and the boat no longer twists and turns.

Norbert finally climbed up while leaning on the railing.

At this time, the thin man at the helm asked, "Hey, hunk. How old are you?"

"Older than you." Noble said lightly.

"What is your name?"

"none of your business."

Noble asked vigilantly, "Where is the household registration?"

"Oh, no, I'm just a little curious, haha"

The thin man laughed to himself, but Norbert ignored him.

"Your body is muscular enough. Few people can stand firmly on my boat, not even Theo."

Norbert glanced at the fat man named Theo, and saw him lying lazily on the deck, rolling along the ship, looking like a mangy mentally handicapped child.

"Don't be surprised, my brother has some brain problems."

The thin man grinned, his eyes turned around on the scar on Noble's face, "How did you get this scar on your face?"

Noble withdrew his eyes and said casually, "It was left over from work."

"Oh, what do you do for work?"

The thin man looked very familiar.

"Security work." Noble said indifferently.

Looking at the thin man's exposed red gums, Norber felt uncomfortable. He didn't want to communicate with this weird-looking guy.

"Security work, that's much better than our life, haha."

The thin man laughed nervously, "We brothers have no skills, we can only do the low-level work of helping people deliver goods."

"Delivery, who do you deliver to?"

Norbert asked absently.

"To whom? Do you know what kind of ship we are?"

Norbert: "I don't know."

"Hey, Theo! What kind of ship are we?"

The fat man rolling around on the ground raised his leg and knocked heavily on a sickle and death pattern on the iron wall of the ship.

"us."

The thin man smiled: "We are the ship delivering supplies to Azkaban Prison."

Noble was startled, and unconsciously reached for the wand in his pocket, but slowly, his expression calmed down.

"My lord wizard, if you want to go to that small island of Rules. Why don't you apparate there?"

asked the thin man.

Noble turned his head, and said lightly: "Do you dare to apparate in the jurisdiction of Azkaban?"

"If I were a wizard, of course I would dare, and I'm not a criminal." The thin man said.

He turned the boat around. At this time, a wave hit from the left, the hull trembled violently, a cargo box fell from a height, and a black figure flashed behind the box.

Noble noticed the abnormality from the corner of his eye, he turned his head like lightning, and stretched out his palm to his waist. He just clearly felt a faint fluctuation of magic power coming from the shadows. But if you look closely, you can't see anything. This made him wary.

"What about you? Are you a criminal?"

The thin man was still asking incessantly.

"No," Norbert turned,

"Is there anyone else on your boat?"

"No, it's just me and Theo."

The thin man grinned: "We brothers are the only ones who drive this boat, how could there be other people?"

Noble ignored the other party, and he put his hand into his arms. He took out a magic wand in his left hand and an alchemy pistol with a huge caliber in his right hand. Walk slowly to the stern where the waves beat, and look down.

Nothing was seen.

You can only see rows of white foam rolling out of the dark sea water under the action of the propeller.

After observing carefully for a moment with bated breath, he put his wand and alchemy pistol back on him, and returned to the bow without saying a word.

While sailing the boat, the thin man asked curiously, "Hey, buddy, what are you looking at?"

"nothing."

Noble said that, but he had a bad premonition in his heart.

If the Ministry of Magic sent others to hunt him down, it seemed that this time the pursuers were more cautious and trickier than the previous ones.