Chapter 202 2, New Life

1942.

The outskirts of Paris, France.

In the abandoned factory building, huge iron chains hang down, and patches of mange-like mold grow on the yellow-brown walls of the factory building. Weapons of all kinds hang on the moldy walls. Small to pistols, daggers, large to submachine guns, assault rifles.

Sheets of parchment were scattered on the ground. All kinds of mysterious and complicated designs were drawn on those parchments. Some of the pages were complete, while some of the pages were crumpled.

In the corner, a dim light shone on a wooden table. There are some scattered parts and pieces on the wooden table, as well as a black metal glove.

An old-fashioned radio on the table was playing a dull old-fashioned German song, Lily Marlene.

"Vor der Kaserne"

"Vor dem groen Tor"

"Stand eine Laterne"

“Und steht sie noch davor”

"So woll'n wir uns da wieder seh'n"

"Bei der Laterne wollen wir steh'n"

"Wie einst Lili Marleen"

Listening to the song, the boy behind the desk was a little confused.

He looked at the crackling raindrops outside the window, and there seemed to be a pair of strange and familiar eyes looking at him.

This feeling of being spied on has lasted for several minutes, making him indifferent to work.

After about five or six seconds, he couldn't help standing up, opened the window and looked out, but didn't see anything.

"Have you worked overtime for a long time?"

Hoffa grumbled, rubbed his temples and returned to the table.

"Lily Marlene" was still playing on the radio. He stretched out his finger and pressed the button, the channel switched, and the German song was replaced by English broadcast.

".On August 28th, the Wizarding Daily reported in real time on the Muggle battlefield that European Jews were being hunted down on a large scale, and anti-Semitic activities in France are growing day by day. The Ministry of Magic hereby reminds everyone to continue to do a good job of defense."

click.

The hand was stretched out again, and it was debugged several times.

English on the radio changed to German again.

". On August 27th, the Imperial Wizarding Association raided three private weapons factories in the northern border. The Wizarding Association once again reminded everyone who listened.

We strictly prohibit the use and possession of any unregistered weapons and alchemical creations, violators will be punished with a fine of more than five thousand galleons, or a dementor's kiss."

click.

The channel switches again.

German becomes English again.

". According to the latest report, Leonard Spencer Moon, Minister of the Ministry of Magic of the United Kingdom, will announce his resignation at the end of this month, and the new Minister of Magic will be appointed by Fatiel Drasses. It is reported that Fatil Drasses Smith served as the Wizengamot in 1923."

Clap!

The knob of the radio was turned sharply.

The broadcast sound, which was not very clear at first, turned into a completely messy and disordered magnetic, magnetic and current sound.

The brushing quill stopped writing, it stayed on the paper, and the ink stained a black spot on the parchment.

The boy turned off the radio impatiently. He leaned back on the chair and combed his hair with his hands. Appear restless. At the same time, the vague sense of peeping made him uneasy.

bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door.

He heard it, but immediately ignored it.

Boom!

Knock to continue.

It's getting more intense.

"coming!"

Hoffa stood up abruptly, and came to the door a little top-heavy. Pulled open the sight glass on the dilapidated iron door.

Standing outside the door was a stocky man in a raincoat, carrying a big woven bag.

It was Norbert Hagrid.

Seeing him, the impatience on Hoffa's face eased a little. He tore off the chain and opened the iron door.

The short and stout man squeezed in and gave Hoffa the woven bag in his hand.

"This damn weather, it's raining forever."

Noble complained loudly as he took off his rubber boots and poured rain.

"Is anyone following?"

Hoffa held the woven bag and asked while locking the door.

"No."

Noble picked up a pot of water, gulped it down, and then touched his mouth: "Leave the door locked, we'll go out later."

After taking off his poncho and returning his rubber boots, Noble tapped his body with his magic wand. Immediately, steam like a locomotive rose from his body.

"Stay out, what's the matter?"

Through the steam, Hoffa keenly observed two bruises and cracks on Noble's right eye and cheekbone.

"There's something to take care of."

While talking indifferently, Norber reached out and flipped through the parchment that Hoffa spread on the table.

"Merlin's beard, are you really determined to learn alchemy?"

"Where did you go?"

Hoffa interrupted Noble, and put the supplies on the table.

"It takes so long to buy supplies?"

"East District, I took a job."

Norbert picked up a kettle.

"Me or us?"

"We, we."

Noble put his mouth to the pot and waved his hands nonchalantly.

Hoffa crossed his arms, looking displeased: "My magic booster gloves haven't been fully perfected yet, so I'm going out now?"

"Stay in this place all day, and you'll die too."

While talking, Noble opened the drawer of the cabinet, took out a tattered roll of paper towels from a pile of messy parts, and wiped his cheekbones.

Hoffa watched coldly.

Noble: "I can't do this job without you."

"Don't change the subject, did you mess up the deal again?"

Hoffa looked bad.

"Shit!"

Norbert took out a transparent plastic bag from his pocket and threw it at Hoffa's face. Hoffa took it over and saw that there were ten rolls of francs wrapped in rubber bands in the bag, colorful and colorful.

"The deal has been fantastic and the money is enough for us to spend until next year."

Hoffa just glanced at the bag of Muggle money and tossed it aside. "So you want to explain this?"

He pointed to his cheek.

The water vapor dissipated, and Noble said impatiently: "When I came back, I accidentally ran into two old dogs from Berlin. They beat me up pretty badly, and"

Hoffa: "And?"

"They're Durant's men."

"Durant, the Wolf of the East?"

Hoffa frowned: "The intermediary from Germany?"

"That's right, that idiot who stole our weapons. He knows I've been looking for him and wants to strike first."

Norbert wiped his face and spat on the ground.

Hoffa laughed out loud: "He's pretty smart."

"It's very clever, but it's too careless. You know, I caught him by the tail this time. In March of this year, he bought a bar in the East District, specially recruiting women who escaped from the Jewish Quarter."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go."

Hoffa picked up the black and red mechanical glove from the broken parts.

This metal glove has exposed copper wires and red paint, which looks quite hideous. He took out a purple crystal from his pocket and inserted it into the card slot.

He put the glove on his arm, and the wrapping of the glove clicked and clicked and deformed, wrapping his right hand inside. Soon, the glove lit up with a faint green light, and the magic scale pointer on the back of the hand turned to 1X.

The magic watch presented by Principal Dippet had been destroyed in the battle the year before last, but fortunately, at the end of the second grade, Dippet presented him with books on construction techniques. After more than a year of study, he has been able to develop some magic boosting props by himself.

Norbert took a pistol from the wall and stuck it at his waist.

Then, the two walked out the door together.

In Paris at the end of August, the air is mixed with heat and rain.

It was late, and it was raining lightly, and a large number of mosquitoes were flying under the old lamp tubes on the side of the road. They were so dense that they almost covered the lights.

Some thick and thick pipes are scattered in the gloomy rain, and the huge demand brought by the war has made the planet full of factories.

While walking, Norber chatted with Hoffa about his recent work:

"The leader of the French underground anti-war organization wrote a letter today, saying that he would pre-order 500 alchemy guns. I was wondering if I could recruit a few more people."

Hoffa: "Just look for it if you believe it."

"After you come back today, you can contact Frank and ask him to deliver the raw materials by sea."

"Well."

Hoffa nodded, absent-mindedly.

".Tell Frank that I want pure, unadulterated metals and potions, not second-rate stuff in dirty old bottles."

While walking, Norber was chatting with Hoffa about some things. When he was talking, Hoffa kept nodding and nodding, and he stood suddenly and looked back.

A few figures in black robes appeared on the rough concrete road. They pulled a young woman in the rain, and stuffed the struggling woman into a black Mercedes-Benz sedan.

Norber also saw this scene, and he immediately stopped Hoffa: "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with us."

The car door slammed shut and sped away in the rain.

Hoffa turned his head slowly: "It's nothing, you can continue talking."

Noble: "When we get back the weapon stolen by that idiot Durant, we can at least recover the cost of five thousand gold galleons. If Durant dares not return us, we will kill him and copy the bottom of the sky , that guy is quite rich."

Norbert was muttering, when suddenly, Hoffa thought of something and asked, "Do Grindelwald's men use our weapons?"

"No."

Norbert looked around and whispered cautiously: "Boy, I don't care what mess you are thinking about. I warn you, you are still young now, don't think about going against the Empire Wizards Association, that is a giant."

"Outpost."

Hoffa interrupts Norbert.

Noble looked up, and they came to a heavily armed outpost. There are a large number of heavy tanks parked here, and the towering walls are covered with barbed wire. And guarding the gate is a group of Germanic soldiers in full armor.

Noble restrained his expression. In the middle of the 20th century, the Third French Republic collapsed. Before the establishment of the Fourth Republic in 1946, this area was occupied by Germany. If you want to enter the city center, you must accept the interrogation of German soldiers.

Just as they were about to pass through the outpost, a soldier stopped Norber and Hoffa. He asked in German, "What are you doing so late?"

"Go to town and see family."

Noble smiled submissively, and stuffed a roll of Mark in the soldier's hand without leaving a trace.

The soldier accepted the roll of marks, still looked at Norber up and down, and said coldly: "Certificate."

Norbert took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over. The soldier glanced roughly, handed it back, and then turned his eyes to Hoffa, who was hanging his head aside.

"What about his?"

the soldier asked.

"He is my son."

Noble quickly smiled and said, "I just came from Hamburg, and the documents are still being processed."

The corner of Hoffa's mouth twitched with his head lowered. He is no longer the novice who can't understand anything. Living in this dangerous world for so long, German has become a compulsory language for him.

"son?"

Looking at the figures of the two, the soldier said to Hoffa suspiciously, "Raise your head."

Hoffa looked up and smiled. The moment he looked up, the golden light in his eyes extinguished and turned into ordinary black pupils.

The soldier holding the gun stared at Hoffa in the rain for a while, and then he waved his hand.

"Let's go."

The outpost opened, and the two walked out.

creak! ! !

But at this moment.

The dark night sky suddenly brightened, and accompanied by the piercing sound of the tracks rubbing against each other, a mass of burning flames rushed out from a distance, tearing apart the night.

Hoffa subconsciously turned his head to look, and it turned out to be a Panther medium tank that was on fire all over its body. It was covered in orange flames and its barrel was blown apart. People are dragged into hell.

A sense of danger permeated the heart.

Without hesitation, Hoffa threw himself on Noble.

boom! !

The incendiary tank that came out of nowhere slammed into the outpost, and the ammunition stored in the outpost collided violently with the ammunition loaded by the tank. The explosion came, and the oxygen in the air was destroyed in an instant. Empty.

Countless burning gravels splashed, and Hoffa raised his hand to prop up the shield. The gravel hit the shield and failed to break through, but the huge shock wave still pushed him and Noble to fly more than ten meters away.

Chest tightness and shortness of breath. The severe tinnitus made Hoffa almost deaf for a while, and the night was as bright as day.

Then, the night sky that was as bright as day was submerged in darkness again in an instant. Some were swallowed up invisible, leaving only a mess of cries for help.

Hoffa stumbled to his feet, his eyes returned to gold, the wall of the guard post in front of him was half collapsed by the aftermath of the explosion, and several sentry soldiers pushed Hoffa violently.

"Go! Go!"

Then he grabbed the pager and screamed: "Outpost B136, this is under attack."

Sorry for the long wait, recovery day update