Chapter 73 6, Halal

snake?

Hoffa opened his mouth wide on a rainy night.

But before he had a little more careful perception of the unknown thing, the green snake disappeared on the deck in an instant.

No matter how he perceives it, he can't perceive it at all.

This time, his mental force field was useless.

Hoffa slowly moved his body to the corner of the cabin, the cruise ship in the storm, the big snake on the cruise ship.

I really hope that there will be no murders the next day.

It turns out that Hoffa was overthinking.

After an insanely bumpy summer night of torrential rain, the sun is rising and the sky is pink after the rain.

Hoffa, who hadn't slept all night, came to the deck, where large groups of sailors were waving magic wands, repairing the hull of the ship damaged by the heavy rain. A large group of seagulls are singing and circling in the sky, and some inexplicable marine life can be seen on the deck every few steps.

The hermit crabs carrying the house, the curly starfish, the limp salted fish, and the limp transparent jellyfish were all brought up by the heavy rain last night.

He swung around cautiously, but saw no sign of a snake. It was as if everything that happened last night was just his hallucination.

After the rainstorm ended, on June 21, that was the fourth day after setting off from Thames, the Papillon arrived in Lisbon on the Iberian Peninsula. The ship needs to be resupplied midway and pick up and change passengers.

However, due to the size of the Papillon, the ship did not dock, and Hoffa could only lie on the deck, watching the transport boat bring all kinds of goods and wizards from land to the cruise ship, and by the way Take a look at the famous Portuguese city with orange roofs in the distance, and wonder about the possible scenery inside.

The Papillon will soon be resupplied and will continue to set off.

At this time, Hoffa saw Osivia, who had been staying in the room on weekdays, talking to people on the deck.

The other party was a Ministry of Magic employee wearing a wizard's robe, about forty years old, wearing glasses, and looked a little anxious and nervous.

After the two finished chatting, Osilvia frowned and lay down on the deck railing.

Hoffa had never seen that look on her face, so he approached and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Osilvia: "It's nothing, it's about work."

Hoffa looked back at the back of the staff member dressed as a man.

"Who is that?"

"Employees of the Department of Defense Against the Dark Arts of the Ministry of Magic, they will provide me with some help when I arrive in Morocco." She said lightly.

Defense Against the Dark Arts? Isn't that Auror?

Hoffa felt something was wrong. The last time he saw an Auror was after the attack on Hogsmeade last year.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Hoffa asked.

Osivia glanced at Hoffa, and after a while, she stretched out her hand and straightened Hoffa's clothes.

"The collar is turned up again, don't be so casual when you arrive in Morocco."

Hoffa was speechless.

On the 23rd, Hoffa could already see the red earth continent of Africa and the green date palm trees on the coastline. That night, the Papillon crossed the Strait of Gibraltar and entered northwest Africa.

This is the first time Hoffa II came to this ancient continent. Of course, he now knows that Morocco was still under the protection of France in 1939 and did not really have independence.

As in Lisbon, the Papillon did not dock.

Hoffa and Osylvia took a small lifeboat, set off from the small dock that came with the cruise ship, and headed quickly to the pier in Casablanca.

In sight, the famous African city gradually became clear, and the yellow-green tower of the Hassan II Mosque could be seen in the distance.

However, when Hoffa got off the boat, the chilling atmosphere in the air shattered the illusion of public travel in his heart, and also broke his excitement of setting foot on Africa for the first time.

Soldiers with guns are everywhere here, their skin is brown or yellow, and they wear white or black Arab robes.

A mosaic of smoky streets. From time to time, some soldiers held guns against some black people, shouting loudly in an incomprehensible language as they walked.

Those blacks held their heads in their hands, most of them were in ragged clothes, and their feet were tied with iron chains.

Looking at these people, Hoffa couldn't help but glance at his magic watch.

Does that friend of Principal Dippet live in this kind of place?

He couldn't help wondering whether he could fix the watch, and at the same time wondering about the task itself. What exactly is Osilvia coming to such a place?

Of course, he no longer expected Osilvia to give him an answer.

After disembarking, she drew out her wand and tapped Hoffa inadvertently. Immediately, the shirt and overalls on Hoffa's body changed to an abaya.

And Osivia's own clothes also turned into a pure black burqa while walking. The robe covered her face, leaving only a pair of green eyes, which were airtight. She took out the map from her satchel, stared at it a few times, and chose a direction.

Do as the Romans do, Hoffa shrugged, and walked into this seemingly heavily guarded city with the other party.

It is full of geometric gray and white houses, carved with Arabic script and the Koran.

Occasionally, Muggle soldiers with rifles on their backs would look at the two of them, but soon their attention was moved to other places.

After passing through six protective nets with barbed wires in a row, the surrounding environment relaxed a little, and some pedestrians and vendors with goods on their heads began to appear on the street.

But that is only a relative term. Through the arc-shaped leafy arched windows, Hoffa can still see a lot of vigilant eyes and black muzzles on the roofs near the street.

Osivia walked with Hoffa for about an hour, dangling in various streets and alleys, looking at the map while walking.

After walking for half an hour, something was wrong, because Osivia brought Hoffa back to the place where he entered the city at the beginning.

The hot and dry weather made Hoffa's back and chest completely soaked, and the Arabian robe on his body covered sweat like a blanket. He gritted his teeth and looked at the tall girl beside him. She looked at the map calmly, and then changed the direction.

Gradually, the muscles became a little tired. At this time, Hoffa thought of his new madman knowledge-Chogall's conversion technique

Transform life.

Immediately, the blue slot in the sea of ​​consciousness dropped a little, and the red slot increased.

Hoffa converts one-fifth of magic power into life

Life: 6

Mana: 4

Most of the fatigue disappeared.

Hoffa strode to catch up with Senior Osylvia's footsteps.

I have to say that the madman knowledge this time is quite useful sometimes.

But after less than half an hour of conversion, Hoffa began to get tired again.

Moreover, the bad news is that after half an hour, Osivia took Hoffa back to the starting point.

She looked at the map calmly, changed direction and continued walking with long legs. The two have been walking around in this kind of residential area where civilians live. Finally, Hoffa couldn't take it anymore. He felt that he would suffer heat stroke sooner or later if he continued walking like this. This senior may be a bit blind, otherwise why would she always go back to the same place.

"Excuse me, can you show me the map?"

Finally, after another half hour, Hoffa asked out of breath, shielding himself from the scorching sun with his hand.

The map was handed to Hoffa's nose.

Hoffa held the map and entered a state of meditation, and the mental force field began to quickly cover the surrounding environment.

After analyzing the surroundings for a while, his face darkened. He held up the map: "Where are we going?"

Osivia stretched out her hand and clicked on the map, "The Le Brun Hotel in the city center."

"Then where are we?"

Osylvia hesitated for a moment, and tapped the lower right corner of the map with her hand.

"here."

Hoffa turned the map 180 degrees and pointed at the lower left corner of the map: "Sorry, you're going the wrong way, we're here."

There was a moment of silence.

"The heat affects my thinking," said Osylvia without embarrassment.

Hoffa didn't want to pay attention to her. He changed the direction, turned his life to 7 with the conversion technique, and walked quickly, Osilvia followed behind him.

70% of life is huge, but the falling magic power has slightly affected his brain, and his brain hurts a little.

At this moment, Hoffa suddenly thought of his two friends.

Miranda, she might be reading a Muggle book quietly in a library somewhere, blowing on the electric fan. Occasionally, you can also chat with another personality.

As for Aglaia, she is probably lying on a certain white sand beach in the Mediterranean Sea, basking in the sun, drinking iced juice, and commanding a bunch of servants to add ice cubes to her juice.

Finally, after another half an hour of walking. When they came to the heights of the city, the surrounding architectural styles began to change, and the geometric high-rise buildings gradually disappeared. It became a towering Catholic-style building.

The top of the building began to change from round to pointed, and the decoration changed from the Qur'an to intricately carved patterns and crosses.

Osilvia produced her ID and led Hoffa across a heavily guarded street. The environment here has become neat and clean. The surrounding vegetation increased, and the brown people gradually turned into white people.

She pulled down the black scarf on her face, changed herself, and changed back to her London attire. She was holding her wand, just about to turn around and release Hoffa's transfiguration.

But Hoffa undid Osivia's transfiguration the moment she transformed, and he also specially shortened the sleeves of his shirt.

It's really too hot, if he has enough magic power, he can't wait to transform into a thunderbird immediately and let it rain here first.

Osilvia was stunned for a few seconds, probably not expecting that her Transfiguration was so easily broken by the boy in front of her.

She frowned imperceptibly, and put her wand back.

The two walked through a row of dense palms and dragon blood trees, and came to a manor with a round thatched dome. This building is six or seven stories high, and the decoration is simple but still atmospheric. All kinds of classic cars are parked on the mosaic floor tiles at the entrance.

This is a hotel, quite a high-end hotel. Even if it is put into later generations, it can be counted as a star hotel.

"Here, do you speak French?"

Osivia asked. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her face, then took out another handkerchief and handed it to Hoffa.

"No." Hoffa said honestly. He took the handkerchief, wiped his sweat, and handed it back, but the other party waved his hand, signaling Hoffa to keep it for himself.

"In this case, don't run around when you arrive, it's been a bit messy here recently."

The two had just entered the hotel one after the other, and as soon as they opened the door, they heard a pleasant sound of ding dong coming from the counter.

Immediately, a doorman came from the porch, and he and Osivia exchanged a few words in French. Then he bowed politely and led Osivia and Hoffa through a narrow corridor and around a large open-air swimming pool.

They came to a counter in the hotel.

Behind the counter is a vaulted Barr-style hall with rough mahogany walls and a round dark red carpet on the floor.

An old man and a young registration girl were sitting in front of the counter in the center of the hall, and Hoffa could tell at a glance that the old man was in charge here.

He has pure white hair, a half-protruded head, and a tropical-style shirt with palm trees printed on it. A silver necklace was worn around the neck, and rings were worn on at least seven of the ten fingers. There are tattoos all over the exposed neck and arms.

This is a cowardly old man.

Seeing the two coming, the old man who was smoking a hookah sat up straight from the wicker chair.

Smiling slightly, revealing a mouthful of bright red gums.

"Hello, welcome to Le Brun Hotel, is it for accommodation or business?"

His English has a thick French accent, making it hard to hear clearly.

Osilvia pulled out a hairpin, which turned into a letter, and she handed the letter over.

"Work and stay for a while."

The old man Saobao was still smiling, but when his eyes turned to the witch's hand to sign the letter, his smile disappeared immediately.

After receiving the letter, the old man took out a pair of glasses from his shirt pocket, looked at the letter carefully, and read it word by word for a long time.

Then, he took out another wand from under the counter and tapped it on Dippet's headmaster's seal.

Finally, he put away his glasses. He stood up and stretched out his hand to Osivia: "Raymond Jean Le Brun."

"Osilvia." The tall girl stretched out her hand expressionlessly, and the two shook hands.

Afterwards, Raymond sat down and said with emotion: "I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts come over for a long time. How is Headmaster Dippet's health?" (This time his English standard is quite good)

"Very healthy," the witch of the Snake Court said lightly, "Please let me know about Beauxbaton's affairs."

Raymond nodded solemnly: "I will notify the school."

Osivia: "When you come back, I'll take the things back. It's best to move quickly."

Hoffa didn't know what plane the two were talking about, but he couldn't hear it.

However, this man's name is Raymond Le Brun. Presumably, he has some relatives with the maker of his watch, Francois Le Brun.

It seems that this is where Principal Dippet asked him to find.

The two finally ended their conversation.

Old Man Raymond put the letter in his pocket, and only then did he notice the somewhat skinny boy beside the green-robed witch.

He turned to look at Hoffa: "What about you? Accommodation or business."

Hoffa took off his watch and handed it over.

"Principal Dippet asked me to fix this watch," Hoffa said.

Well, the old man took it over and glanced at it, showing a smile: "Yes, Francois's magic watch is very well preserved. This is my father's old product. It can measure magic power and store magic power. Very reliable design, but This watch does not seem to be equipped with a magic power crystal, and now it can no longer store magic power."

Father, is this old man in front of you the son of François? So Francois.

"Can it still be fixed?" Hoffa asked.

"Xiu can definitely fix it." Lei Meng shrugged, "But you came at an unfortunate time. My father disappeared the year before last. He probably died when he went to XZ for an adventure."

Thank you [Beikesi Going Back] Brother, you are too beautiful, those few German sentences are indeed basic translations, unprofessional and unprofessional 2333, they have been changed, hope you have a happy reading