The 7th arrondissement, which is adjacent to the Eiffel Tower, has strips of commercial streets and many fortress-like buildings, most of which are monasteries and religious chapels.

After saying goodbye to Noble near the Eiffel Tower, Hoffa prepared to go home.

But at this moment, the inexplicable sense of voyeurism that had started during the day came to his mind again. He stopped and stood on the asphalt road whistling in the night wind and looked back.

Didn't see anyone.

He frowned and turned on his mental force field, and suddenly the whole world turned into black and white line drawings. His mind scanned the ground like a radar, but he still found no trace of the existence of other creatures.

"strangeness......"

Hoffa whispered.

Turning off mental perception, 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 can't beat him now.

, but they absolutely cannot escape his perception. As long as he deliberately scans, he doesn't think anyone can escape his perception, not even the Disguise Curse.

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

He knew there was something unusual about this.

The way to deal with it was not to panic, he was quite experienced. He had a bored and empty look on his thin face, pretending to drift with the crowd. He managed to stop in front of an unlit display window.

This was a fashion clothing store that was closed for renovation. He folded his hands and stared at the display window. There was a string of exquisite pearl necklaces placed on the imitation jade base. The shining color was like Durant's dancers, charming but cheap.

He didn't raise his head, just raised his eyes and looked at the reflections of the passing people on the glass windows.

Right there.

Behind the whirling tree shadows, the dark-colored clothes and slender figure disappeared immediately.

He took a look at the remaining magic power on his gloves, and saw that there was still plenty of it. He did not dare to save any more magic power, and immediately entered the ghost walk, disappearing into the air erratically.

After bypassing two streets filled with old black Mercedes-Benzes, he came to a tree-lined neighborhood. Only then did he reveal himself.

Through the shadows of the dancing trees, he could see several German officers in black military uniforms standing on the street, whispering something unknown.

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

The Gestapo did not notice Hoffa. He hurried to a row of front houses without attracting anyone's attention, took out a set of keys, and opened one of the wooden doors.

The first thing you can see is that it is a pretty good residence. Although the area is not large, the floor is covered with patterned wool carpets. There is a refrigerator and TV. There are three crystal chandeliers on the ceiling. There is not much concept of environmental protection in this era. There are even hangings on the walls.

It has a lion's head 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. He staggered to the sofa and collapsed on the sofa.

It was Hoffa's temporary home and the place where the Germans lived. Basically, except this area, other places in Paris were routinely searched every day.

After Noble 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 intelligence.

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

clang!

The metal gloves hit the marble table, making a heavy sound. In addition to the metal gloves, there were also rolls of messy banknotes scattered on the coffee table, including 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 did not fall asleep, so he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, and began to be in a daze.

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

The grandfather clock in the corner swung back and forth, making a ticking sound.

About ten minutes later, Hoffa frowned a little irritably.

...Creak...!

Accompanied by a heart-rending sound of gears twisting

The parts of the corner pendulum were twisted into twists under the influence of transfiguration.

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

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Silby. At this moment, he began to feel some sympathy for that guy. How did he survive this damn time after sitting in a wheelchair for hundreds of years?

He used magic to stop the ringing of the bell, and the surrounding area fell into complete silence. Only the occasional laughter came from the German officer's home in the distance.

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

Although there was no Internet and not much high technology in 1944, some of the most basic information technologies had begun to take shape. At least understanding the news was no problem.

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

The flashing images of Nazism on the black and white TV, Hitler's raised arms, his highly inflammatory speech, soldiers marching in neat steps, and swastika banners hung everywhere on the eaves.

Hoffa suddenly became drowsy.

Snap.

There was a slight sound of shoes being changed from the entrance.

Half asleep and half awake, the feeling of being spied on came up again.

Chaotic sleepiness disappeared, and rationality dominated his brain. He suddenly opened his eyes and shot up from the sofa like lightning. He entered the ghost walk without even thinking about it.

Boom!!

There was a muffled sound.

"ah......!"

Screams echoed in the room.

Then, the screams stopped suddenly, as if the volume off button was pressed.

A dark figure was grabbed by Hoffa and pressed hard against the refrigerator in the restaurant. The refrigerator shook violently, and the decorations and ceramics placed on top were smashed to the floor.

I don't know since when today, he has always had a vague feeling of being followed. He didn't expect that this guy actually followed him into the house. What a stealth ability he had.

"Got you!"

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

"Flying fluorescence!"

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 solidified.

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

The person in front of him who was strangled by his neck was a girl who was slightly younger than him. She was slender and wore a loose and dirty monastic robe. She seemed to be a nun from a nearby monastery.

This young nun has a very ugly appearance. Her face is messily painted with poor makeup, her cheeks are bulging high, and there is a scar on her face that looks like it was left by fire.

A stranger.

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

Hoffa grabbed the nun's neck and did not dare to let go at all. He could keep following him and even entered the house. This guy was definitely not as weak as he looked.

"You...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 hiding place and disappear, right?"

"No...no,"

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

This sentence was said in awkward English.

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

As soon as he let go, the girl collapsed on the ground with her legs crossed, covering her neck and coughing violently.

"Cough...cough..."

After coughing for a long time, the girl covered her red and swollen neck and said hoarsely: "Is there something wrong with your mind...? You were shocked! It scared me to death."

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

Hoffa said coldly: "I'll give you ten seconds to explain."

"You don't remember me?"

The scar-faced nun said bitterly: "We just met two hours ago."

"I've never seen you."

Hoffa said it bluntly.

The strange girl waved her hand in front of Hoffa's eyes: "Do you really not remember?"

"Are you kidding me? I've never seen you. Get out of here and don't force me to call the police."

Hoffa said solemnly.

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

The nun was delighted.
To be continued...