206 Chapter 6, Stalker

The seventh arrondissement, next to the Eiffel Tower, has stretches of commercial streets and many fortress-like buildings, most of which are monasteries and religious chapels.

After saying goodbye to Norbert near the Eiffel Tower, Hoffa was ready to go home.

But at this moment, the inexplicable sense of voyeurism that started during the day surged into his heart again. He stopped and looked back while standing on the windy asphalt road.

Did not see a person.

He frowned, opened the mental force field, and suddenly the whole world turned into a black and white line drawing. His mind scanned the ground like a radar, but he still didn't perceive any trace of the existence of other creatures.

"strangeness."

Hoffa whispered.

The spiritual perception was turned off, and the world returned to normal again.

What he is good at is spirit and perception. Since he reached a compromise with the nothingness in his heart a year ago, his perception and intuition have been greatly improved. Even top wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald, even if he can't fight now , but they absolutely can't escape his perception, as long as he deliberately scans, he doesn't think anyone can escape his perception, not even the Disillusionment Curse.

Could it be the woman from the Ministry of Magic? Hoffa thought.

He knew it wasn't normal.

The way to deal with it is not to panic, he is quite experienced. With a boring and empty expression on his thin face, he pretended to follow the crowd. He managed to stop in front of an unlit display window.

This is a fashion clothing store that has been closed for renovation. He stared at the window with his hands folded. There was a string of exquisite pearl necklaces on the imitation jade base. The shiny color was like Durant's dancer, charming but cheap.

He didn't look up, just raised his eyes and looked at the reflection of the passing crowd on the glass window.

right there.

Behind the whirling tree shadow. Dark clothes, slender figure, then disappeared.

He glanced at the remaining magic power on the glove, and there was still a lot of it. He didn't dare to save any more magic power, and immediately entered the ghost walk, and disappeared into the air erratically.

After bypassing two streets full of black old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz parked, we came to a tree-lined neighborhood. He just showed up.

Through the shadows of the whirling trees, he could see a few German officers in black military uniforms standing on the street, whispering something.

Seeing this scene, Hoffa quickly lowered his head. This was the era when Germany was the most powerful. As long as the German-occupied areas were occupied, the Gestapo was everywhere.

The Gestapo didn't notice Hoffa. He hurried to a row of facades without attracting anyone's attention, took out a bunch of keys, and opened one of the wooden doors.

It can be seen that it is a pretty good residence. Although the area is not large, there are woolen carpets with winding patterns on the floor, refrigerators and TVs, and three crystal chandeliers on the ceiling. There are not many environmental protection concepts in this era. There are even hanging on the walls. It has the head of a lion and several ivory ornaments.

There was a pair of rattan slippers waiting to be changed in front of him, but Hoffa didn't want to change them. He staggered to the sofa and collapsed on the sofa.

It was Hoffa's temporary home, and it was also the site where the Germans lived. Basically, except for this area, other places in Paris are routinely searched every day.

After Norbert bought this house from an Italian Muggle half a year ago, they used this place as a safe house to collect all kinds of useful and useless information.

Paralyzed for a long time, he took off the mechanical glove on his arm and threw it forward.

clang!

The metal glove hit the marble table, making a heavy sound. On the coffee table, in addition to the metal gloves, there were also messy rolls of banknotes, money from various countries, and a black pistol.

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep for a while, but maybe because of the intense conflict at night, he didn't fall asleep, so he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, starting to be in a daze.

He was the only one in the empty, dark house. The house was about three meters high, and there was always a subtle sound of marbles bouncing from the ceiling, as if trying to lure him to go upstairs to check it out.

A grandfather clock in the corner swung back and forth. Make a tick-tick-tick-tick-tick sound.

After about ten minutes, Hoffa frowned a little irritably.

creak!

Accompanied by the palpitating sound of gears twisting

The parts of the corner pendulum were twisted into twists under the effect of the transformation technique.

He picked up the pistol on the coffee table, stared at the gun for a long time, and some dusty memories suddenly broke into his brain.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Sylby, and at this moment he began to feel a little bit of sympathy for the guy, who had been in a wheelchair for hundreds of years, how the hell he had survived the damn time.

The ringing of the bell was stopped by magic, and the surroundings fell into complete silence, only the occasional laughter from the home of a German officer in the distance.

He threw away the gun, with a helpless smile on his lips, stood up from the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, and turned on the TV.

In 1942, although there was no Internet and not many high technologies, some of the most basic information technologies had already taken shape. At least it was no problem to understand the news.

It's just that if you want to understand everything and understand the meaning, you have to spend some brain cells to translate German, and he just doesn't want to spend more brain cells.

Flashing images of **** on the black and white TV, Hitler's arms raised high, extremely provocative speeches, soldiers marching neatly, and swastika banners hung everywhere on the eaves.

Hoffa fell asleep for a moment.

Slap.

There was a slight sound of changing shoes in the hallway.

Half asleep and half awake, the feeling of being peeped surged up again.

The chaotic drowsiness was gone, rationality dominated his brain, he opened his eyes suddenly, and was ejected from the sofa like lightning. Without thinking about it, I entered the ghost walk.

Boom! !

There was a muffled sound.

"ah!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Then, the screaming stopped abruptly, as if the volume off button was pressed.

A black figure was caught by Hoffa and pressed heavily on the refrigerator in the restaurant. The refrigerator shook violently, and the decorations and ceramics placed on the top crackled and smashed to the ground.

I don't know when it started today, but he has always had the feeling of being followed. He didn't expect this guy to follow him into the house. What kind of hidden ability is this.

"I got you!"

Hoffa firmly grasped the warm soft object in his hand, and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

"Fluorescence flying!"

Four or five light spots flew out from his palm, illuminating the room,

But after seeing the stalker clearly, the terrifying expression on Hoffa's face gradually froze.

He thought it was the bald woman from the Ministry of Magic who was following him, but it wasn't.

The person in front of her who was strangling her neck was a girl slightly younger than herself, with a slender figure, wearing a set of baggy and dirty monastic robes, she seemed to be a nun from a nearby monastery.

This young nun was very ugly. Her face was messed up with crude makeup, her cheeks were bulging, and there was a scar on her face that looked like she had been burned.

a stranger.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

Hoffa grabbed the nun's neck and didn't dare to relax at all. He was able to follow him all the time and even entered the house. This guy is definitely not as weak as he looks.

"You let go first."

The nun grabbed his arm and beat him hard twice.

Hoffa did not let go: "Do you have a special hiding method, as long as I let go, you will leave the concealment and disappear, right?"

"No, no,"

The nun's scarred face gradually turned red, "You let go first. I'm not here to make trouble."

This sentence is spoken in awkward English.

Hoffa hesitated for a moment, but still chose to let go.

As soon as he let go, the girl sat cross-legged on the ground, clutching her neck and coughing violently.

"Cough cough."

After coughing for a long time, the girl clutched her red and swollen neck and said hoarsely, "Do you have a brain problem? You were shocked! You scared me to death."

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

Hoffa said indifferently, "I'll give you ten seconds to explain."

"You don't remember me?"

The scar-faced nun said angrily, "We just met two hours ago."

"I've never seen you."

Hoffa said bluntly.

The strange girl waved her hand in front of Hoffa's eyes: "You really don't remember?"

"What an international joke, I haven't seen you. Get out of here quickly, and don't force me to call the police."

Hoffa said solemnly.

"Haha, you are so funny, the wizard calls the police."

The nun was happy.

Hoffa's face collapsed, he felt that the other party was playing tricks on him.

Seeing that the eyes of the man in front of her became more and more impatient, the nun said quickly:

"Well, it seems that you really don't remember. Let me tell you, I was locked in the room by that werewolf. He was going to eat us, and you saved us."

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had indeed saved a few people in Durant's bar, but it was all done casually, and he didn't think much about it at all, let alone remember the appearance of the people inside.

The nun said again: "I wanted to thank you very much, but I couldn't find any clothes that fit me, so..."

"So you followed me secretly?"

Hoffa's voice was ironic: "If that's the case, you have a hundred ways to thank me, but you chose the worst one. Who asked you to follow me?"

"No one, I'm coming by myself, I want someone to help us. Me and."

While talking, the strange nun suddenly covered her mouth, and she rolled her eyes: "I am wandering outside with a friend of yours, and I want to ask you to borrow something."

When she spoke, her eyes erratically turned around the room, and Hoffa was even more vigilant. Not to mention that the other party is an ugly girl with a scarred face, even if she is a peerless beauty, sneaking into other people's homes at such a time is not what he welcomes. There are too many secrets in him that cannot be revealed.

Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand to open the door and push the other party out, but the nun held the door. Seriously said:

"Don't push, do you know that you are going to die!"

"What?"

Hearing what she said, Hoffa was a little startled.

"Really, I'm here to remind you."

The nun said seriously.

"Okay, why don't you tell me how I died?"

The nun thought for a moment, then spread her hands, "I just want to die, turn into pieces, turn into ashes, or something like that."

Hoffa's eyes widened.

The nun patted him on the shoulder: "But don't be afraid, as long as you can lend me something, you won't die."

"Lend you what?"

The nun pointed to the coffee table: "That."

Hoffa turned his head and saw his magic booster gloves and a pile of francs on the coffee table.

At this point, he finally knew that the other party not only wanted to enter the house to steal things, but also made alarmist remarks to amuse himself, and his complexion became more and more unkind.

"Why should I lend you money?"

The nun said seriously, "This is for your own good."

After a pause, the ugly nun said, "Although you don't know what I'm doing now, you will understand in two days."

"What is inexplicable."

Hoffa was very annoyed and said: "I don't do charity, god stick!"

He pressed the other person's shoulder again, this time he was determined to push the stalker out the door.

The scar-faced nun opened Hoffa's hand angrily: "Yes, yes, you don't know what to do, don't push, I will go by myself!"

At the end, she sneered in a low voice: "You will regret it, but don't blame me for not reminding you"

But as soon as she took a step, there were dense footsteps outside the house.

Hoffa's face changed, and he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the house.

The scar-faced nun almost fell to the ground. She blushed and yelled angrily, "What are you doing?"

Before the word "matter" could be uttered, her mouth was covered, and then she saw the young man across from him put his hand to his lips in a serious manner.

"Hush."

The strange nun whose mouth was covered stared in horror. Within a few seconds, she heard a knock on the door.