242 Chapter 42, Bournemouth

After the boy fell to the ground, he rolled over and stood up, holding a glass shard he picked up from the ground like a fencer, with his right hand still clasping a magic bottle around his waist, and said in shock, "Hey, who are you? Why are you here?" here!?"

Hoffa looked him up and down, and said slowly, "I'm the one who should ask that question. Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Don't pretend to be advanced." The boy covered the big bag on his forehead, "If you don't stay in a safe area at this time, and go to this kind of place without permission, it's either a black witch or a monster. Wait."

Moonlight emerged from the dark clouds again, illuminating Hoffa's face and his shining pupils. The boy in the Hufflepuff wizard's robe stared at him in surprise.

"Grey hair, yellow eyes, it's you!! Aren't you that so-and-so, Hoffa of Ravenclaw, Hoffabach?"

Hoffa folded his arms, and then, the boy looked like he was about to faint, rushed forward and pulled his arm, "Dude, you have been missing for a year!! A whole year, my God !!"

The boy threw away his arm again, leaned back against the wall, and shook his head vigorously: "Wait, are you real, or fake? Did someone pretend to be you with Polyjuice Potion?"

"No, no, no, you must be real to be able to dissolve my Transfiguration so easily, right?"

He convinced himself in this way, and rushed forward again.

"I'm going to tell my friends. Tell them who I saw, wait. Where's my owl? Where's my owl? Damn it! Molly, where have you been?"

With a sharp whistle, a black and yellow spotted owl flew out of the hole in the cabin, landed on his shoulder with a finger in its mouth, and let out a dissatisfied cry.

"Oh, how many times have I told you that the things outside are not clean and have bacteria." The boy twisted and threw away the fingers in his owl's beak in disgust, and blew up its fur, "I need you Send me a letter, will you?"

The owl hooted very dissatisfied.

"Just a little way, a little way." The boy took out a roll of sheepskin from the pocket of his robe, plus a quill. He licked the quill and was about to write.

"Wait a minute." Hoffa interrupted the nervous boy indifferently.

"What's wrong? Hoffa."

"Don't be in a hurry to deliver the letter. I haven't asked you yet. What are you doing here? You're wearing a Hufflepuff wizard robe, so you probably haven't graduated yet."

"Oh, this one!"

The boy proudly puffed up his chest, "This year the school will send students above the fifth grade to go out on patrol missions in various cities, and those who can be selected are the best of the best.

Seeing his terrified expression, Hoffa was a little speechless. For a long time, I have been dealing with all kinds of insidious and cunning guys. The simplicity and pride in Hogwarts seems to have happened a long time ago, I have to say. If he came out to carry out such a dangerous task by himself, he had to dress up in disguise, the more inconspicuous the better, how could he wear the academy robes in a grand manner. If you really meet a straight black witch, wouldn't it be clear to let others cast a curse on your face?

"I didn't ask why you were chosen. I asked what you were doing on this ship. Also, have you seen the crew and passengers on this ship?"

"I have planted defensive spells in the coastal area under my jurisdiction, but half a month ago, all the defensive spells I planted were inexplicably invalid. I followed the traces of the spells and found the wrecked ship. The freighter, then, met you."

The boy sat down on the stairs, "Hey, let me tell you, can't you let me know in advance when you come back? Just looking for it like this scares me to death."

Hoffa didn't respond. He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. The defensive spell was destroyed. It must have been done by a wizard. It seems that Mance has sneaked into England, but he doesn't know where he is now.

"Why, do you have any clues, Hoffa. If you can tell me, it may be of great help."

"May I have your name?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." The wide-jawed teenager said excitedly, "I'm Ryan in the sixth grade, Ryan Garysian, do you remember? The batsman of Hufflepuff College. I One grade higher than you."

"Sorry. Hoffa shook his head: "I'm not interested in Quidditch. "

The dull and uninteresting answer dampened the enthusiasm of the Hufflepuff student, and he scratched his head in embarrassment: "Well, it's still very interesting. If you can come back, I really recommend you to watch it. See, if I can still play Quidditch in the future."

"It's been almost a week since I landed here, but I haven't seen a single person. Where are the people in this place?" Hoffa asked his last

"People around.?"

For some reason, Ryan shrugged helplessly: "They are all gathered together, after all, everyone is hugging together to keep warm these days."

"Where did you get together?"

Hoffa asked.

"Bournemouth, if you can find it. However, no one in this area can lead you to it except me. Because it has been cast by the Ministry of Magic with the Invisibility Charm."

"Why?" Hoffa was a little surprised.

"The current situation in the wizarding world is very tense. Some time ago, a small town in Ireland was slaughtered by a necromancer whom I hadn't seen for a long time. That guy was killed by our people, but after this incident, people from the Ministry of Magic cast an invisible spell outside all cities to prevent evil wizards from entering and exiting British cities."

"It's terrible."

Hoffa took a breath, "A city, that's how many people there are."

"Thousands," Ryan said with a long sigh: "These powerful wizards and wizard families are doing everything they can to accumulate power, and it's not uncommon for any terrible things to happen."

"Take me there."

Hoffa said indisputably, and after he finished speaking, he felt that he was too arbitrary, so he calmed down: "I brought the people on this boat to England, and I am responsible for them. I hope you can understand."

Ryan was not surprised at all. He grinned and gave a thumbs up: "Of course I will help you, Hoffa. But then again, can I write a letter to my friend now?"

Hoffa threw back his wand. "No."

Ryan: "."

Led by the newly met sixth-grade Hufflepuff students, they left the stranded freighter and hurried inland.

Along the way, Ryan caught Hoffa chattering and asking him why he left Hogwarts, what he was doing recently, and whether he knew the hot news in the British wizarding world, and finally asked to what he ate during the day.

Ryan is a very typical Hufflepuff, with excellent strength, warm heart, but a little too familiar. Hoffa couldn't bear his long-winded words, and he didn't want to entangle him too much. He just wanted to find Chloe quickly and tell her the news that he had found the clue.

However, when he returned to the resting place of the two, the nun was nowhere to be seen, and even the fire on the ground was completely extinguished.

Hoffa's brain buzzed. His first thought was that the nun had gone to the field to relieve himself, but the messy footprints on the ground denied his thoughts, and Chloe was taken away.

Is it human?

If you look carefully, there are four toes in the footprint on the ground, the toes and the heel are far apart, and the back part is very short, as if someone stepped on the ground on tiptoe.

His heart was pounding, and the more he beat, the colder he became. It feels like saving money for a long time to buy a new phone, only to have it stolen in a blink of an eye. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. This was the third time that the nun had disappeared. Before that, he didn't care much about Chloe's life, let alone what she thought. He chose to escort her only because of her amazing abilities.

But this time, he couldn't help worrying in his heart. Britain is no longer what it used to be. In this dangerous land, will something happen to her? He regretted not waking her up just now, not taking her with him.

Seeing Hoffa standing there like petrified, Ryan was curious, "What's wrong with you?"

"My friend, my friend is gone!"

He jumped to a high place and shouted Chloe's name loudly, but no one answered. Did not see any living things. Above the empty town, the moonlight is cold and blue.

Gary drew out his wand, walked to the embers of the fire, looked at the footprints on the ground with the fluorescent spell, looked up and said to Hoffa: "The people from Bournemouth took her."

"Man, you are kidding me, these are clearly the footprints of a beast."

"Yes, indeed." Ryan shook his head again: "The situation here is very complicated, and I won't be able to explain it to you for a while. In short, you come to Bournemouth with me first."

He put away his wand and ran away a few steps, "Are you coming?"

Hoffa gritted his teeth and looked at the place where the nun disappeared, put away unnecessary self-blame, and followed Ryan.

Ryan said to the owl on his shoulder: "Jasmine, you lead the way." The owl honked, and spread its wings and flew away into the distance. Ryan followed the owl, and Hoffa followed him.

Ryan might have noticed that Hoffa was in a bad mood, so he didn't bother him anymore, and the two of them kept on driving like this, from night to dawn, and from dawn to noon.

Under the bright sunlight, they came to the outer edge of a city, which looked like other places, empty, except for broken buildings, there was no one person, and there was nothing special about it.

However, Ryan untied a green potion bottle on his waist and poured it down along the air.

The scene in front of him was like a photo corroded by some kind of acid, which melted a gap enough for one person to pass through, and inside was another world.

Ryan put away the bottle, tapped his body with his wand, and disappeared into the air. The invisible Ryan said, "You'd better hide yourself, and don't let people in this city see you."

Hoffa entered the phantom state according to his words.

After the two transparent people entered the gap, the space behind them quickly grew and recovered, and the gap disappeared.

They were standing on the roof of a building in the city, under the glaring sunlight, a few crows that were looking for food fluttered past. Looking down on the street, Hoffa saw some pedestrians coming and going, very sparsely populated.

"Bournemouth?"

"Yes." The invisible Ryan whistled, the owl in the sky landed on the clothes rack on the roof, Ryan opened a door on the roof: "Come on, let me show you the city. "

The two came to the street from the roof, and the city was no different from the ordinary Muggle cities they saw in ordinary times. Commercial streets, residential buildings, and some service industries.

But the streets were very deserted, only some patrolling soldiers and some staggering drunks.

At first glance, they are no different from ordinary Muggle cities, but Hoffa noticed something wrong from their pale faces and restrained demeanor. Each of the soldiers wore thick gloves, as if trying to Avoid physical touching.

"What do you think of the city?" Ryan asked.

"There are very few people, very few." Hoffa frowned.

"You may not believe it," Ryan sighed, "When you first came here a month ago, there were still a lot of people here."

"What happened to them?"

Hoffa pointed to the corner of the street, where there were a few British soldiers wearing thick leather jackets. They carried a stretcher and hurried past. The stretcher was covered with a black cloth, and it was impossible to see what was covered under it.

"Dress like this, is there any disease or war here?"

"Both." Ryan said briefly.

"All of them?"

Ryan looked at the sky, "Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Come with me to the place where I stay first, and you will know what happened here at night."

"Why can't you look for it during the day?" Hoffa was displeased, he didn't want to procrastinate at all, since he came to this city, he wanted to find Chloe immediately.

"Believe me, if your friends are taken away by people from this city, they will never show up during the day." He pointed to the closed doors and windows on the street, "In this city, during the day You can't see anything, they're all sleeping."

Hoffa looked at the windows. Although the sunlight in the sky was dazzling, it couldn't make him feel the slightest warmth. He could feel the gloom and fear hidden behind those houses, as if the power of the sunlight had been deprived of it by something. .

There is no good way, he is not familiar with it at all. He had no choice but to agree, and followed Ryan to an ordinary apartment in the city.

It was similar to the apartment of young singles in the future, with messy sheets and socks strewn all over the floor, copies of wizard magazines on the bed, and bits of the Daily Prophet.

Ryan poured him a cup of tea and brought him some pastries. But he didn't have any appetite, so he just stood by the window, carefully parted the curtains, opened only a slit the width of his thumb, and looked out.

In the dead silent huge apartment complex. Not a single light was on. On the other side of the complex, huge buildings cover a mess of renovated conservatory balconies and ubiquitous wire antennas, straight lines that are sharp and dangerous.

If it was yesterday, he would be very happy to meet an alumni, at least to fill his stomach for a short time. But now, the anxiety in his heart swelled rapidly with the passage of time. The city had a sick feeling, which made it impossible for him not to think about the nun's safety.

At dusk, with restlessness, he barely slept for about three hours. It's more like dozing than sleeping, because that guy Ryan keeps talking to his owl like it's his girlfriend.

"Wake up."

In the early hours of the morning, Ryan woke him up.

At this moment, his Hogwarts school robe has been repaired with a repair spell, and his wand is inserted in the calfskin case. The bottle of magic elements at his waist is shining orange or blue, and he looks fully armed.

"Hoffa, it's time."

"Can you change your clothes?" Hoffa rubbed his eyes and said dissatisfiedly, "Do you have to wear the Hogwarts school uniform to perform the mission?"

"Why change, this is my pride."

The Hufflepuff boy smiled and said, "Would you like to change your outfit into a Ravenclaw uniform, so that we can be the Hogwarts adventure duo."

"You still have to explore the two heroes, you really have a sick mind."

Hoffa pushed him away and stood up, pulling on his Martin boots. The two disappeared into the air once again, and came to the street from their hiding place.

Good guy, there are too many people than during the day.

They got out from every corner of the city like they were going to a market, and got together in twos and threes in dark corners, not knowing what to do. With excitement and hunger on his face.

There was a faint fishy sweet smell in the air. The smell penetrated Hoffa's nostrils and made his stomach queasy. A certain morbid atmosphere began to intensify, and there was still some inexplicable atmosphere in it.

"What happened, this place?"

They passed by a group of men with crazy faces. In the illusion state, Hoffa asked Ryan.

Ryan took him to the corner of an extinguished lamppost, pointed at a blurred white shadow, and said, "Look for yourself, it's exciting."

vampire!