207 Chapter 7, Interrogation

There were dense footsteps outside the door, and after the footsteps approached the house, they all disappeared.

About three seconds later, there was a polite knock on the wooden door, as if a polite gentleman had come to visit.

Hoffa looked out from the cat's eye at the door, and there was a neatly dressed man standing outside, and several military officers who had invaded Germany stood at the door of Hoffa's house for some reason.

Not only that, behind the officer stood two tall figures wearing black hoods.

This scene surprised Hoffa secretly, it turned out to be a member of the Imperial Wizards Association.

Since Germany's influence in Europe has gradually expanded, the number of German wizards has also increased. These Grindelwald's subordinates merged together to form a special organization. Together, we hunt and slay aliens in this wizarding world.

Its status and the terror it creates are no less than that of the Gestapo officers among the Muggles.

It's just that these people don't always check the place where they live. Why did these people come here today to check?

Boom boom boom!

The wooden door rang again.

Like a call to death.

Hoffa bit his lower lip, looked at the ugly nun in a baggy monastic robe and whispered angrily:

"Why are you so loud?"

She covered her mouth and said apologetically, "Oh, oh, I'm sorry."

What a disaster!

Complaining incomparably in his heart, but the movements in his hands did not stop.

Without further ado, Hoffa immediately held the girl's mouth with one hand, dragged her clothes with the other, and forcibly pulled her into the room, and then pushed her under the bed without giving her any chance to resist.

"Shut up, or you'll die."

He warned the terrified nun viciously, then pulled the sheets, took out some clothes from the closet, changed in a hurry, and went to the coffee table cabinet to put away the coins and pistols on the table. Put it in a carton, and lock the carton into the cabinet in the room.

Then he took out a tube of gray mud-like liquid from the side drawer, and poured it down.

Outside the door, the German officer who knocked on the door three times got no response, so he took a step back and nodded to the two black-robed wizards standing beside him.

The black robe wizard took a step forward and drew out his wand.

Just as they were about to cast a spell to blow the door open.

The wooden door in front of him was suddenly pulled open.

A middle-aged black-haired man with beard in pajamas stood at the door and asked in fluent German, "What's wrong?"

The Gestapo immediately pushed away the two wizards in black robes, with a very professional smile on their faces: "Hello, is this Mr. Herrera Rapal's home?"

This is a very tall man - so tall that he can almost look down on the 1.9-meter-high Hoffa. He is dressed in black from the military and does not wear military ranks or medals.

His skin was brown and red, and he was obviously very healthy. He was as lean as a whip handle, and his shoulders, hands, and neck showed muscles. The colonel's eyes were small and black, like the omnidirectional lenses of some primitive video camera. The face is angular, shaded, flat, convex. Along the line of the jaw, there was a thin ring of beard, highlighting his angular face, like blood glorifying the blade of a knife.

"Yes, I am Herrera Rapal."

Hoffa nodded. The man's appearance reminded Hoffa of the poisonous leopard he met in the Forbidden Forest many years ago.

The Gestapo extended his hand familiarly, "Hi, it's an honor to meet you. I'm Colonel Muller Mans of the SS."

(However, when he spoke, he was quite soft-spoken.)

Hoffa quickly held the other's rough and slender hand, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Ah, we happened to be doing a routine inspection in the nearby area, and we happened to find your home. Do you mind if we go in and have a chat?"

"this"

Hoffa looked up at the sky with pretended embarrassment.

The tall SS colonel in front of him immediately smiled and said, "We'll leave in a while, we won't waste too much time."

Hoffa then showed a respectful smile: "Of course, please come in."

Colonel SS strolled into Hoffa's house with a briefcase under his arm, while the two figures in black hoods stopped at the door, like servants of death.

The colonel of the SS smiled and sat down on the chair in the dining room. He took off his gloves and looked around Hoffa's room.

"Your apartment is very stylish, Monsieur Rappale, and I am very fond of your taste."

"It's not tidy, it's messy."

Hoffa touched his head, a little embarrassed and laughed.

Although the guy in front of him looked very polite, he knew that everyone who could sit on the SS colonel was a guy who had hundreds of lives on his hands.

He stood calmly on top of the pile of broken porcelain, hoping to cover up the traces of the fight with the female thief just now.

"Is there anything to drink?"

The colonel of the SS kept his eyes on a decorative empty bottle on the ancient shelf: "Can you give me some gin, God knows how many houses I visited in a day."

"Finished,"

Hoffa said apologetically, "Now there is only water at home."

(The bottles are just for decoration; he doesn't drink at all.)

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay. It's a good thing to drink less alcohol, it helps to clear up the nerves."

Colonel Müller of the SS was as familiar as an old friend.

"Give me a glass of water, please."

Hoffa walked aside and silently poured a glass of boiled water for the uninvited guest. He could feel that when he was pouring water, the colonel's eyes were moving quickly around the room.

Then, very politely, he put the water in front of the Gestapo and stood aside.

The Colonel of the Gestapo picked up the cup and gulped it down.

After drinking, he breathed freely, like a traveler who has walked in the desert for a hundred days.

After burping comfortably, the colonel straightened up swiftly:

"Mr. Rapal, sit down. I have a few questions to ask, soon."

Hoffa sat down, and the Muggle in front of him was so strong that he controlled the context, without giving him the slightest chance to rebound.

He took out some documents from his briefcase, counted them row by row, and finally settled on a piece of paper.

"Monsieur Lapard, what is your business in Paris?"

"Leather, cloth."

"I was in charge of supplying a few clothing stores," Hoffa said.

"Oh ~ clothes, haha, I like French clothes, very stylish, where is your store?"

"Seine-Marne, but it's almost closed now."

"Senna Marne Province," the Gestapo nodded, "Can you show me your identity information? You know, it's necessary for work."

"It doesn't matter."

Hoffa straightened up, took out an iron box from the antique rack beside him, took out a few sheets of paper from the iron box, and handed it over.

Colonel SS politely took out a single eye from his breast pocket, and carefully checked the identity information on the document.

"Herrera Rapal, native of Italy, temporarily living in Paris for 20 years, proof of residence, proof of identity. Well, very correct, very correct"

After reading it, the Gestapo took off their glasses.

"There is nothing wrong with it, even the pickiest inspectors can't find any faults."

"Naturally, I've always followed the rules."

Hoffa said.

"That would be the best, it's like this, I have a little favor, and if Mr. Rapal can help us, I'm sure I'd be very grateful."

"What's busy?"

The strings in Hoffa's head gradually tightened. He knew that the other party had already shown his intention to come, and he had to deal with it with all his energy.

"Is such that,"

Colonel Müller of the Gestapo changed his posture and crossed his fingers: "We have lost a very, very dangerous prisoner."

"Prisoner?"

Hoffa repeated.

"Ha, yes, the prisoner."

Colonel Gestapo took out a photo and put it in front of Hoffa: "Female prisoner."

Hoffa turned his head and saw a black and white photo of a young girl with a rather strange appearance. She had black hair, her complexion was as pale as a paper, and she was wearing a white dress sitting on a black background. At first glance, this photo looked fine. But when he took a closer look, he found that the girl's eyes were pure white, without any dark eyes. She seemed to be blind, but she didn't seem to be. Her eyes stared at him directly through the photo, like a living thing. .

"Have you seen this girl?"

No, Hoffa replied honestly, it was true, he had never seen the guy in the photo in his life.

"Really haven't seen it?"

"No."

"But according to the clues I got, the location where she disappeared last should be where your apartment is."

Hoffa was startled, he immediately thought of the female thief just now.

But she and the guy in the photo are completely two people. The guy in the photo is much prettier than her.

"I don't know about that. I haven't gone out since I got off work at eight o'clock tonight, and no one else has come to my house."

After a pause: "And this person's eyes are very special, if I have seen them, I will definitely not forget them."

As he spoke, the Gestapo colonel looked into Hoffa's eyes, piercing, without blinking.

After watching for a few seconds, he grinned and straightened up: "If Mr. Lapal said so, I would be relieved. After all, the prisoner is very dangerous, and we are also worried that she will hurt the innocent. But since she is not here, it is nothing It's over."

The Gestapo stood up and held out its hand.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, at least a fight was avoided. Although he is not afraid of the few people in front of him, he has no way to compete with a huge empire. It would be best if he could slip through the border quietly.

He quickly held the other party's hand: "Okay, if I see her, I will notify you as soon as possible."

"That's best."

After shaking hands, the Gestapo said casually: "By the way, before I leave, can I have another glass of water? I may have several houses to leave tonight. God knows if those people will give me water."

"good."

Hoffa turned to pour the water again.

At the sink, Hoffa holds a glass to collect water.

The Gestapo asked casually behind him like an old friend.

"Monsieur Lapard, do you live alone?"

"Yes,"

"Isn't that lonely?"

"got used to."

Hoffa said. "It's been like this for years."

"Have you never thought about finding a partner? There are many women of the right age in our unit. They are eager to deal with successful businessmen like you."

"You're joking, I had a wife before, but she has passed away." Hoffa said calmly, "I don't plan to renew it for the time being."

"Ah, sorry, that's a sad story."

"It's okay, it's been a long time."

Hoffa stood calmly in front of the Gestapo and handed him the water glass in his hand.

(That's obvious, hope he drinks his water quickly and hits the road. The Polyjuice Potion is about to expire.)

The Gestapo accepted the water with satisfaction, but just held it and didn't drink it.

"I have one more question, Mr. Rapal."

"Excuse me."

"Whose women's shoes in the porch belong to?"

Hoffa looked sideways, and his heart stopped beating.

Like falling into an ice cellar.

On the floor of the entrance, there was a pair of dirty black women's Martin boots, which were left behind by the scar-faced female thief just now.

It's a fucking dog. Why does this female thief need to change her shoes to steal something? It's simply inexplicable.

The Gestapo slowly raised his head. At this moment, the professional smile on his face took on a certain sharpness and perspective.

He took a sip of water slowly.

"It seems that there is more than one person in your family."

"ah."

Hoffa said dryly: "I have a lover who is sleeping in the room."

The Gestapo looked at him and said nothing.

Hoffa felt like he had been spotted by a Muggle.

He was crazy inside, as expected, those who can get mixed up to a certain level in this era are not fuel-efficient lamps.

At this moment, he could feel that the effect of the compound potion on his body was gradually disappearing, and soon he would be exposed to this ****.

With his appearance, I am afraid that the two German wizards outside can recognize his identity at a glance, and a fight is inevitable.

Unexpectedly, when I went to Durant's warehouse to pick up goods, I didn't meet anyone from the Wizarding Association, and when I got home, I fell into the hands of an inexplicable female thief.

"Please take us up to see her, please?"

The SS colonel was still smiling, and his tone was questioning, but he exuded an awe-inspiring murderous aura, making him look extraordinarily cruel and cruel. Apparently this request is not allowed to be denied.

Hoffa nodded and said softly, "Okay."

Accompanied by his whispers, a huge mental force field flooded the room like an invisible tide.

In the shadow of the house, countless fine stone spikes slowly grew out, and the whole house seemed to be alive. It opened its huge mouth, revealing countless sharp fangs.

The two wizards outside the door sensed it immediately. They pulled out their standard black prickly pear wands in unison, and pushed open the door with great strides.

Just when the undercurrent between the four was about to break out.

Dinglingling! !

A cheerful bell rang in the room.

Hoffa was startled, the mental force field receded like a tide, and the countless spikes in the room disappeared instantly.

Turning around to look, the old brass-colored rotary phone at home is actually jingling and vibrating now.

He has stayed in this place for more than half a year, and he has never received a call. For fear of being monitored, he and Noble never communicate on the phone, and no one usually calls him. That thing is almost a decoration to him.

But at this juncture, the phone rang, what was going on, who would know his number?