208 Chapter 8

The two wizards stood in the doorway, and Hoffa and the Gestapo stood facing each other. The phone in the house kept ringing, and the Gestapo's expression was cloudy.

"I'll take a call."

Hoffa asked tentatively.

The SS colonel nodded sullenly.

Hoffa walked to the phone and picked up the receiver: "Hello"

"Put Mueller on the phone."

The person on the phone spoke bluntly in German.

Muellerhoffa looked at the gloomy colonel next to him in surprise, and handed him the phone.

"Looking for you."

The SS colonel answered the phone suspiciously.

The SS colonel answered the phone: "Who are you?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say.

The Gestapo asked: "Oh strange, how do you have this family's number?"

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, and the Gestapo's expression became sarcasm: "Then what conditions do you have?"

There was no sound on the phone.

The Gestapo sighed: "Ah, it's not true, is it?"

At this time, a shrill female voice came from the phone. She didn't know what she called, and the Gestapo's expression changed immediately: "Where are you? I'll pick you up right away."

I didn't know what to say on the phone, and then hung up.

Put down the phone. The Gestapo took a deep breath and smiled coldly at the bewildered Hoffa.

"What a misunderstanding, Monsieur Rapal, I wish you sweet dreams and a happy life."

Immediately, without giving Hoffa a chance to speak, he pushed open the door without hesitation.

The two wizards from the Wizarding Association gave Hoffa a cold look, and followed behind the Gestapo. He strode out of Hoffa's house.

After the German officer in charge of the search left, the house fell into a dead silence. Hoffa's bones cracked, his body became shorter and thinner, and his hair turned gray.

The effect of the Polyjuice Potion disappeared, and he sat motionless on the edge of the table, staring straight at the old-fashioned telephone in front of him, as if he wanted to stare at it.

These days there are no incoming call alerts, and no dialer ID.

If so, he would have to investigate who called him just now.

The person on the phone didn't mean to talk nonsense with him at all. He was fully aware of the fact that there were German officers in his family, and he might even know the predicament he was in, otherwise he wouldn't have resolved the crisis he might encounter so lightly.

But this did not make Hoffa feel relaxed and fortunate at all.

Instead, he felt a great crisis. If his every move was under the surveillance of an unknown guy, would he still have any secrets in the eyes of the other party?

It made him extremely uncomfortable.

Almost restless.

Finally, he stood up very annoyed, raised his hand and smashed the light switch, then strode to his room, and lifted the bed board with one hand.

In any case, he wanted to pull out the source of the accident, the strange female thief, or interrogate her, or drive her away as soon as possible, or drive her away after the interrogation.

However, when he opened the bed board in the room, there was no one under the bed, not even a figure.

Looking under the empty bed, a bad premonition came to Hoffa's heart. He immediately opened the cabinet and looked at the cardboard box he used to hide the magic power-enhancing gloves.

borrow money?

Well, there's nothing left in the box. The magic booster gloves, the money, and the pistol are all gone.

Looking at the empty box, Hoffa slammed his fist on the wall, holding back a curse:

"Damn it. I knew it!"

It doesn't matter if you lose your money, most of your assets are not cash. But that magic booster glove is all my hard work for more than a year, without it, my combat power will be reduced by at least half!

He searched the house non-stop, but the female thief completely disappeared, as if the world had evaporated.

"It's all in one day."

He sat on the mattress with a terrible headache, rubbed his temples in pain, and tried to analyze some useful information from these confusing situations, but no matter how he thought, he couldn't think of any reason.

At night, the sky began to thunder and rain, with lightning and thunder.

Another shower of rain began to pour down, and the room was dark, except for occasional silent flashes of lightning, which traced the trails of rain on the windows. Hoffa undressed and lay on his back on the firm mattress.

The hurricane pounded Paris, and as the windows brightened for an instant, thunder blasts rang through the room, and afterimages of lightning flashed on his irises.

Hoffa, who had been through a mess all day, leaned on the mattress and fell asleep drowsily.

Some mottled dreams were churning in his brain, which made him sleep extremely unsteadily. In his sleep, he would always unconsciously dream about some fragments of memories from the past, good or bad.

The next morning, when the thunderstorm stopped, Hoffa got up with messy hair and dark circles under his eyes. He looked at the empty box and sighed.

After washing up, he walked out of the house and came to the banks of the Seine. Noble was reading the newspaper wearing sunglasses, and was waiting for him sitting on the wooden chair at the intersection.

Hoffa walked up to him and greeted him listlessly.

"Morning, are you ready?"

"alright."

Noble folded the newspaper together: "I'm going to take you to Yaoundé, where it's impossible for anyone to find you. Wait, what's wrong with you, you look like you're about to die?"

"It was stolen."

Hoffa said with a dark face.

"All property has been stolen."

"Being thief?"

Norbert was taken aback.

"What gangsters can steal your things, aren't you a wizard with the supremacy of spirit and perception?"

"Okay, stop talking."

Hoffa barely pulled himself together, "Yaoundé, what's that place?"

"Africa. There's a tribal armed group out there that's willing to pay a premium for our weapons. We've got to get it there by the fifth."

"What's the date today?"

Hoffa asked casually.

"September 1st." Noble said, "You guys can't even remember the time."

On September 1st, Hoffa was taken aback.

If it was previous years, he should have boarded the express train to Hogwarts at this time.

The memory made him feel a little melancholy, he shook his head and threw the thought out of his mind.

"Let's go, let's go. Get out of here quickly."

He said calmly: "This place conflicts with me, it's too unlucky."

Without talking all the way, the two came to the port on the north coast of Seine-Marne, planning to go all the way to sea from here.

After arriving here, Hoffa found that the entire port was crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, carrying large and small bags, and everyone's face was full of confusion and fear. Those were asylum Jews about to be transferred from France to Germany.

There were several transport ships moored on the pier, and countless soldiers in black fur coats stood near the pier with guns. The Jews lined up one by one, boarded the transport ship under the supervision of soldiers, and waited for their fate, without exception, to be sent to concentration camps and then died.

"These people will be punished."

Norbert sighed.

"Retribution. Who will come?"

Hoffa's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile.

Noble whispered a warning: "That's not you either, don't worry about it, we'll leave when we get on the boat."

The two were about to leave, but Hoffa's toes touched a glass tube. He subconsciously lowered his head and saw that it was an old-fashioned syringe with some subtle magic fluctuations remaining on it.

Out of curiosity, he bent down to pick up the syringe and sniffed it.

Years of magical education and mastery of alchemy immediately told him the substance that had been contained in the needle.

"Powerful mana recovery potion, how could there be such a thing?" He murmured.

Norbert asked, "What?"

Hoffa's eyes drifted to the distance, and when he looked carefully, there was not just one, but several discarded glass tubes scattered every few steps on the ground.

Walking along the glass tube, he unexpectedly found several German wizards in black robes by the river, and they were giving injections to the necks of those ragged Jewish Muggles one by one. Every time one is hit, one is released.

There are several large boxes on the ground, which are full of unopened magic power recovery potions.

This abnormal behavior made Hoffa gasp.

What are these **** wizards doing? Why do you need to inject magic power recovery potion into Muggles? Muggles have no magic power in their bodies, so injecting this stuff is useless at all.

Nor Bo also saw it when he came over, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "Are people with a lot of money burning?"

Before he finished speaking, he shut up and dragged Hoffa away from the group of weird German wizards.

In addition to the warships transporting Jews, there are also several small and large cruise ships moored at the pier. They are all ships heading to various German-occupied areas and the Axis countries, and no ships will lead to any Allies at all.

But just as Norber was about to get a ticket to board the ship, a group of armed soldiers came from a distance.

"Wait a moment."

Seeing the inspecting soldiers, Noble took out several documents with ease. However, the soldier waved his hand: "Boarding is not allowed today, you go back first."

Hoffa was slightly taken aback.

Noble: "That's not right, wasn't everyone allowed to pass a few days ago?"

"A few days ago, we are going to investigate a fugitive recently."

The soldier impatiently opened the palm that Noble was trying to bribe.

"Come back in two days."

Noble and Hoffa looked at each other, "It's okay in two days, two days in two days."

After leaving the cruise terminal, Noble touched his chin suspiciously, "What's going on, why did these Germans suddenly block the terminal!"

Hoffa thought of the Gestapo who knocked on his door last night, and said, "They seem to be looking for someone."

"Looking for someone, looking for someone, looking for you?"

"No, they're not looking for me, they're looking for a woman."

"female?"

"Female," Hoffa pointed to the eyes, "a woman with cataracts."

"cataract?"

Noble was suspicious: "What are you talking about?"

"I"

Hoffa was just about to share his crazy encounter with Norber last night, but at this moment, a somewhat familiar figure came into Hoffa's eyes.

On the other side of the bridge, a nun in convent clothes hurried past with her head bowed. Seeing the monastic robe, he immediately pushed Noble away.

Norbert: "What's wrong with you?"

"You wait for me here."

After speaking, he rushed up without hesitation, and rushed to the other side of the bridge in two steps. The nun disappeared sideways into the bustling crowd.

"stop!"

Hoffa didn't care about scaring others. He separated the crowd with both hands and chased after them.

The nun walked straight forward as if she had never heard of it. But she was also blocked by the crowd, and her speed was extremely slow for a while.

Soon, Hoffa caught up with the opponent, put his hand on the opponent's shoulder, pressed it hard and broke back,

"Hello!"

The nun was taken aback and turned her head abruptly.

There was a happy grin on Hoffa's face. Although it was very dark last night, and the other party was also painted with messy smoky makeup, it was impossible to see her original face, but the iconic scar on the other party's face made Hoffa recognize her at a glance. Come.

There is no doubt that this is the female thief who inexplicably broke into his house last night and stole his magic gloves and ten thousand francs.

Seeing the stunned expression of the other party, Hoffa grabbed the nun's wrist: "I got you."

The young scar-faced nun froze for a moment, and then struggled twice.

"Hey, who are you?"

"Pretend, pretend again! Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Hoffa sneered and said, "I tell you, if you don't give me back what you stole from me today, we won't finish today!"

Seeing the dispute, all the passengers waiting to board the ship looked over.

The nun's expression became a little terrified, she looked around, and then secretly exerted force, angrily said: "You let go!"

Hoffa saw that the other party had no intention of returning the things to him at all, and he didn't even look guilty at all, so he couldn't help being extremely annoyed.

He pulled the nun's arm involuntarily:

"Look at you wearing monastic robes with five people and six people, how skillful you are to pretend to be stupid?"

The nun said angrily, "Are you crazy? What are you talking about!"

Hoffa laughed angrily.

Seeing that more and more people were looking around, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous. If he attracted a German wizard, the gain would outweigh the loss.

So he calmed down and said in a low voice: "Bastard, if you want money, I'll give you a thousand francs, but you give me back my gloves, and you won't use them."

Snapped!

Before he finished speaking, he was answered with a loud and clear slap.

The nun blushed, "Are you crazy, who took your things?"

"Shh~"

The passers-by who watched the show made a sound of surprise.

Hoffa was stunned by the sudden slap, he opened his eyes a little bit, his face darkened:

"If you don't eat a toast, you will be fined, this is what you asked for!"

After speaking, Hoffa pulled her into the alley with force on his wrist.

The nun struggled, "Crazy, let me go! Let me go, help!"

A few theatergoers looked at each other in blank dismay, and two of them wanted to step forward, but were held back by their companions.

It may also be that human life is so precious these days, and everyone is eager to protect themselves. It may also be that Hoffa's mental force field is too deterrent, or simply that this nun is too ugly.

She yelled several times, but no one came to save her.

Hoffa simply pressed the Scarface nun against the wall with one hand: "Shout! If you don't return my things, no one will save you if you shout your throat!"

"Who are you and what are you doing?"

"Give me back the gloves. Wherever you like to go, I promise I won't even look at you."

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

Hoffa nodded, "Okay, Durant said the same thing."

"What Durant?"

"You really didn't tell me the truth. You forced me to do this."

Hoffa reached into the pocket of her robe and began to feel.

The scar-faced nun panicked, and she saw tears rolling in her eyes, and she began to beg: "You let me go, I didn't take anything."

When Hoffa saw her expression, he first thought it didn't seem fake, but after thinking about her performance last night, he immediately decided that this guy was acting. Otherwise, you are blind.

So he cursed secretly in his heart, and turned her over with his other hand, trying to search her lower back.

Now the nun burst into tears.

"Rogue, let go!!"

But just when Hoffa was about to reach out to the opponent's waist, a cry came from afar.

"stop!"

Hoffa, who was looking for his gloves, stopped when he heard the sound, and looked at the person coming. I want to know who is still so meddling and fighting against injustice these days.

I saw a tall figure standing at the entrance of the alley, that figure was wearing a gray robe, with a bare head. It was a woman, and it turned out to be the employee of the Ministry of Magic that Hoffa met yesterday, Delphine.

"Chloe"

Delphine walked quickly to the two of them, looked Hoffa up and down, and said in disbelief, "Mr. Bach."

"Why are you?" Hoffa asked in a low voice.

"It's me who should ask."

Delphine: "What are you doing to her, Mr. Bach?"

Hoffa released his fingers. As soon as she let go, the scar-faced nun sat on the ground, hugged her knees, and began to cry, crying very sadly.

Hoffa pointed to the nun squatting on the ground, "What is the relationship between this person and you?"

Delphine didn't answer, she squatted down first. Patting the shoulder of the weeping nun, "What's wrong, Chloe...?"

"He...he molested me."

said the nun sobbing.

"Ugly, who wants to molest you." Hoffa's stomach was sour, "You give me back the things, and then we will go our separate ways, and have nothing to do with each other!"

Delphine: "Chloe, did you take something from someone else?"

"Slander, shamelessly slander,"

The weeping nun stood up, pointed at Hoffa's nose with red eyes and cursed angrily: "The dog took your things, I have never seen you at all!"

Hoffa smiled with his hands on his hips. He had never seen a guy who was so good at acting. His acting skills had reached the peak, and he could almost win an Oscar.