153 Chapter 18, You Chase After Me

In the dark room, Hoffa regained his sanity, and he glanced sideways. I saw the bearded face, it was a middle-aged man, his forty-year-old face had a pair of cold eyes, and he had deep nasolabial folds.

The moment the weird hallucination appeared just now, the wanted man came to him quietly.

Without daring to think too much, Hoffa hugged the shrine in front of him and ran away.

The man behind him pulled the trigger without hesitation, the blue flames illuminated the room, and the huge roar shattered the glass in the room.

Hoffa went into a ghost walk, dodging bullets.

He tried to hold the shrine and rush out of the door, but the more he ran, the door got farther and farther away from him, as if the ground was receding crazily, and the whole room was stretching infinitely.

He froze for a moment, and immediately understood what was going on.

Damn, it's illusion magic.

Hoffa bit his tongue, the severe pain revived him and he woke up.

He was actually lying on the ground, his legs were shaking constantly, his appearance was quite funny.

Norbert rushed over with his wand in hand. He grabbed the shrine in Hoffa's hand and punched him hard in the face.

"Lucky for you, little thief!"

With a click, Hoffa's tall nose bridge snapped.

He covered his nose and howled.

snort!

Noble put away the shrine, pushed open the door, and strode out.

However, within a short distance, the galloping Noble bumped into a huge stone wall.

The stone wall was made up of countless wriggling stone hands, which looked quite hideous.

He turned his head suddenly, and the boy who had been beaten to the ground stumbled up from the ground. He held his nose and twisted it forcefully, and then his body began to swell rapidly, transforming from a short and thin boy into a man in the blink of an eye. Tall, strong, with slender limbs, every muscle is like pouring steel.

In the next second, he disappeared in place.

Norber secretly thought that something was wrong, the troublesomeness of this weird boy was far beyond his imagination, he took out a glass ball from his arms, and smashed it heavily on the ground.

The glass ball shattered, and a fiery red hemispherical barrier appeared in the air. Hoffa's dropped arm hit the barrier, and the arm was scorched black immediately.

He backed back again and again, and the barrier lasted less than five seconds before breaking into pieces. Norbert waved his wand.

"Damned!"

Hoffa held up his shield,

There was a flash of lightning in his eyes, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. He raised his finger flat, and a lightning chain descended from the sky, bent into six arcs, and landed on Noble's body.

boom! !

Hit by the electric light, Noble flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground.

Hoffa in an activated state rushed over, firmly suppressing Norber with one hand, and pulled out a glass bottle from his waist with the other, trying to completely subdue him with the magic potion.

Seeing the glass bottle, Noble's expression changed.

"Forbidden potion, damn it!"

He forced his head up and banged it on Hoffa's forehead.

Boom! !

After a muffled sound.

Hoffa was caught off guard and was bumped into a mess.

The anti-magic potion in his hand was sprinkled backwards and landed on the faces of the two of them.

And Norber didn't expect that the opponent's head would be so hard. He hit his head with all his strength and bled, and fell to the ground with a plop, dizzy.

Hoffa stumbled back a few steps, clutched his forehead, and leaned against the wall.

At this time, a trace of sweet coolness seeped into his body from the skin of his face. With this coolness, the magic power flowing in his body seemed to be blocked by an invisible steel dam, making it more and more difficult to use.

He secretly thought that something was wrong, and he was also touched by this thing. At that moment, he shook his head vigorously, looked at the shrine in the distance, and rushed over in a stumble.

And Norber also staggered and got up from the ground. He was vaguely aware of Hoffa's movements, and he lay on the ground like a toad, and rushed towards the shrine.

He was closer and grabbed it first. Afterwards, Norbert carried the shrine and began to try to apparate. However, he hadn't run 10 meters just after he entered the shape-shifting state, and he exited the shape-shifting state and fell headfirst to the ground.

His magic power was also banned.

Hoffa touched the potion on his face, then looked at Noble who fell to the ground ten meters away, rushed over, and held the shrine again.

However, as soon as he grabbed the shrine, the man beside him turned his head and pulled out another alchemy gun from his chest, and pulled the trigger at Hoffa.

boom! !

The bright blue flames are dazzling.

A bullet split into three in the air, and hit Hoffa in the chest with a bang.

At this moment, he grabbed the shrine and flew backwards, smashed a glass heavily, and leaned against the living room of a three-story residential building.

In the living room, all three members of the family were hanged on the beams, floating like audiences singing and dancing.

In the broken glass on the ground, Hoffa spit out a mouthful of blood, propped himself up from the ground, and fixed his eyes, the entire right chest cavity was beaten to a bloody mess. That pistol was far more powerful than an ordinary Muggle pistol.

"Damn."

He pressed the wound, and fully activated the state.

But at the same time, the anti-magic potion was gradually taking effect, and under the action of the steel dam, his magic power was rapidly disappearing. He was becoming less and less able to maintain the activation state.

Halfway through the wound healing, he withdrew from the activation state, and his stature rapidly became thinner and shorter.

At this time, Noble held his shoulders, staggered open a wooden door with a gun, and chased after him.

Hoffa saw that the situation was not good, and the secret path was bad. If the magic power is banned, then there is no difference between myself and Muggles.

Noble raised his gun, and Hoffa scrambled across the ground.

boom!

Another shot, and the entire wall exploded as if it had been hit by a howitzer.

"Who sent you here? Little thief!"

Norbert yelled from behind.

"What's your relationship with Grindelwald?"

Hoffa clutched at the shrine and was panting behind the wall, not daring to lift his head. The heart beats like a drum.

At this moment, he is a wizard who has been forbidden by magic, and the opponent is also a wizard who has been forbidden by magic, but the opponent has a gun, which is completely beyond his ability to fight.

This kind of terrifying life-and-death wandering was something he had never encountered for a long time. He never thought that a seemingly simple task of fetching objects would push him to this extent.

His neck was covered with blood, cold sweat, and sticky. He licked his lips, took quick breaths, calmed down his beating heart, and the adrenaline that was being secreted crazily.

Under the three hanged ghosts, Norbert stepped on the glass, creaking and walking, and he looked quite cautious. As he walked, he shouted: "Put that thing down, and I can let you go. I keep my word! Your master, I will let you go!" I know you too, go back and tell him, he won't make things difficult for you."

Hoffa didn't know what he was talking about, but just glanced at the shrine in his hand. The colorful light in the shrine was so gorgeous that he instinctively didn't want to give it to anyone.

The sound of Norber's footsteps was getting closer, and Hoffa saw that he could not escape. Rolled over and walked out from the darkness, passed through the house, and ran along the stone floodplain to the river in the distance.

Norbert slammed open the door after him, raised his pistol again, and pulled the trigger.

Before the gunshot fired, Hoffa turned around and slammed the shrine at him.

"Little bastard, how dare you!!!"

Norbert was stunned, and he cursed.

He threw away the alchemy pistol without hesitation, turned around and rushed towards the shrine. Dangerously, he held the shrine in his hand before it fell to the ground.

However, when he opened the box, it was empty.

He immediately understood that he had been tricked.

"Dry!!"

Turning his head again, he saw that weird-looking young man rushing to the ground, picking up the alchemy pistol he had thrown away.

Pointed to his head.

"I got you, Mr. Noble, the famous wanted man."

Hoffa grinned, showing bloody red teeth.

"It is estimated that the Ministry of Magic will reward me with a lot of Galleons!"

"Little bastard! The lackey of the Ministry of Magic, I know you are not a good guy just by looking at you!"

"Try scolding me again?"

"You fucking robbed me, and I'm not allowed to scold you? You mudblood, grotesque freak, Irish white pig, little kid with no tutor"

"Shut up!"

Hoffa growled, the other party's stinky mouth was far beyond his imagination.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"You shoot!"

Noble sneered, "That's not your butt, you can shoot if you want!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth, a thought boiling in his chest. Just shoot, it doesn't matter.

This thought came up out of nowhere, and quickly occupied Hoffa's mind. He shook his head vigorously, trying to suppress the inexplicable killing intent.

"Young man, don't you dare to kill? You are still too tender."

boom! !

As if crossing an invisible bottom line, Hoffa's eyes turned red, he pointed at Noble's thigh and pulled the trigger.

However, the moment the trigger was pulled, an electric current spread directly from the gun stock to his whole body, causing him to twitch.

It's a trap.

Subsequently, Norbert hit Hoffa's elbow with a punch, opened his wrist, and snatched the alchemy pistol in his hand again.

The situation was reversed again, and Norber took the initiative. He stretched out his hand, pulled the colorful dragon egg out of Hoffa's chest, and spit on the ground:

"You dare to use my product! Idiot?"

After finishing the sarcasm, click!

The alchemy pistol was loaded, and Norbert was about to shoot.

However, at this moment, another sound of loading came from behind his head.

A joking voice came slowly from behind Noble's head.

"Put down the gun, hunk~."

Noble turned his head in astonishment.

"Who is where?"

"Shh, boy, put your hands up."

The voice said maliciously.

Noble turned around without hesitation, and was about to make a move, but that move was faster, and he dragged and knocked on Noble's head very skillfully, knocking him until his forehead bled, and passed out on the spot.

Hoffa languished on the ground, dumbfoundedly watching what happened.

In the darkness, a figure came out slowly holding a rifle, and he could clearly see who was coming. It turned out to be the skinny man who was driving the ship to Azkaban just now.

"Turn around."

The man pointed his rifle at Hoffa's head and said indifferently.

Hoffa turned around and leaned against the wall. At this moment, he has no room to resist.

The man immediately put his hands into Hoffa's pockets and trouser pockets, and groped for a long time on his armpits and buttocks.

"Where's your wand?" the thin man asked.

"lost."

Hoffa held his head and said.

"If you can lose your wand, why don't you lose yourself too."

The man blew against Hoffa's ear and took a step back.

"stand up."

Hoffa stood up.

The thin man asked, "Were you the one who hid on our boat just now?"

Hoffa pointed at Norber: "You don't understand, this man is a wanted criminal."

"Shut up!"

The man raised his pistol, "I asked if it was true."

Hoffa nodded: "Yes."

"You didn't pay."

"No."

"No one can take me and Theo's boat without paying."

After finishing speaking, a steam turbine whistle sounded in the thick fog far away.

The blinding light cut through the darkness. The ship that carried the cargo to Azkaban is back.

The thin man tilted his head: "Theo is here."

finished speaking,

Boom! !

He dragged a bullet to Hoffa's head, knocking him out too.