"Hey, eh, eh, don't quarrel, don't quarrel."

Delphine calmly said, "There must be some misunderstanding, Chloe. This is the Hoffa Bach I mentioned to you. Originally, I was planning to ask him to send you back to London."

"he?"

The nun shouted in disbelief, "Just him? No way!"

At this time, Norbert also rushed over.

When he saw Delphine standing in front of Hoffa, he took off his sunglasses and said fiercely: "It's you again, bald girl, didn't you say you won't follow us?"

"Sorry," Delphine said lazily, "Mr. Bach came here by himself this time."

When Noble saw a nun sobbing with her head lowered opposite her, he felt a little embarrassed for a moment. He asked Hoffa in a low voice: "Hey, young man, what's wrong with you?"

Hoffa gave him a fierce look.

Just at this time, the scar-faced nun raised her head while sobbing. Seeing the dignity of the other party, Norbert exclaimed: "So frustrated...?"

Delphine sneered: "Is it more frustrating than the giantess?"

Norbert sighed: "You know nothing!"

Then, he was rarely angry, but said awkwardly, "If anything happens, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Delphine crossed her arms and looked at Hoffa, teasing: "What do you think?"

Hoffa calmed down now. In broad daylight, he didn't believe that this nun could magically disappear beside him.

"Okay, it's okay anyway, let's sit down and talk slowly."

So, the four of them returned to the restaurant of Hoffa's temporary residence hotel.

In the restaurant, four people sat face to face, Hoffa and Noble sat together, and opposite them sat Delphine, a bald employee of the Ministry of Magic, and the nun with an ugly scar on her face.

After sitting down, Hoffa's eyes never left the nun from beginning to end, and he did not dare to relax for a moment.

The nun's face was full of grievance and resentment. She crossed her arms angrily and did not look at Hoffa at all.

Delphine was the first to break the deadlock. She put her hands on her hands and said with a smile: "This is Chloe Flamel. She is the person I plan to ask you to help send to London. She is the great-grandmother of the famous alchemist Nick Flamel.

Great-great-granddaughter.”

Nico Flamel.

With a thunderous name, he can be said to be one of the most famous top alchemists in the world.

He didn't expect that the ugly nun with scars on his face in front of him had such an extraordinary status. Hoffa slightly stopped his contempt, but he became more and more confused.

Nicoléme is a man who can create the magic stone of immortality. Can this little girl steal his magic glove?

Noble's eyes lit up when he heard the surname Flamel, and his attitude improved a lot: "It seems that I am quite lucky. I actually met a direct descendant of a top alchemist. Where are you going?"

"The port will be unblocked tomorrow, and then I will take Chloe back to the UK by sea."

"Are you sure you can pass the Wizards Association's interrogation?"

Noble Fox asked: "Any ship on the sea must stop at at least three islands, and each island has layers of checks.

As long as one of you exposes the identity of a British wizard, you will be imprisoned in a dungeon by the Germans. Even if you cross the sea, the coastline of the British Isles has been almost eroded by dark wizards, and it is now the darkest place in the world.

place......"

"I know, that's where I came from."

Delphine sighed: "Inferi are everywhere and monsters are rampant. Compared with there, Paris is paradise. To be honest, I don't have much confidence in leading a person across the heavily guarded border between England and France."

As the female bald head spoke, she leaned her head closer and lowered her voice:

"Listen, as long as you can help send her to London, England, I can apply to the Ministry of Magic to lift your wanted order. Also, we can cooperate and face the common enemy together."

"No." Noble shrugged, "Although I respect Mr. Flamel very much, he has helped me a lot in alchemy, but I'm really sorry, we still have our own things to do."

"Where are you going?" Delphine asked.

"Africa, I won't reveal the specific location."

(Norbert and Delphine chattered some nonsense, Hoffa almost turned a deaf ear to what they said, his attention was completely focused on the scar-faced nun opposite.)

Delphine: "Ahem, with all due respect, your idea of ​​making weapons to sell to those rebel organizations is a good one, but with just the two of you, you are too weak.

We can provide you with raw materials, venues and various assistance, as long as you can give us a little help on the way back."

"this......"

Noble hesitated and looked at Hoffa.

Hoffa shook his head.

So Norbert looked at Chloe, hesitated, and said:

"We can't help, but we have a friend named Frank who has been smuggling on the English Channel all year round.

If you can find him and give him enough benefits to make his heart flutter, I think he can help you send her back to England."

Delphine cheered up: "Where should I find him?"

Noble stood up: "You come with me, and I will get you a token. When you give it to him, just say that Hoffa and Noble asked you to find him, and that's it."

Delphina beamed: "That will be a big help."

She stood up and adjusted her robe: "Mr. Bach."

Hoffa, who had been keeping his arms crossed and silent, glanced at her coldly.

Delphine: "I'm going to get some tokens with Mr. Hagrid. Could you please take care of Miss Flamel? Just for a moment."

"don't want!"

Silent Chloe looked at Hoffa and screamed: "I'll go with you."

Hoffa sneered.

Delphine quickly touched Chloe's head: "Be obedient, no matter what misunderstanding there is, now is not the time to quarrel. Believe me, although Mr. Bach can be weird sometimes, he can definitely be trusted."

"I......"

Delphine: "Be good."

The scarred nun looked unhappy and sat down reluctantly.

Hoffa was full of sarcasm: "I don't know where your inexplicable trust comes from."

Delphine showed him a big smile and made a please gesture, and then she followed Norbert and left.

...

...

There were only two people left facing each other at the table, Hoffa and the ugly nun Chloe. The atmosphere was awkward and not harmonious.

Chloe was restless. She picked up a magazine, flipped through it, and threw it aside. Then she grabbed another magazine and flipped it over, making a clattering sound.

Hoffa stirred his coffee and thought about how to get the magic gloves back. If the other party didn't tell her, there seemed to be nothing he could do against her.

"Are you a wizard?" He tried to be gentle.

The ugly nun showed her scarred face from behind the magazine and glared at him.

"none of your business!"

"I'm from Hogwarts, which school are you from?"

The nun's face looked a little better as she huffed.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Which house are you from?"

"Ravenclaw," Hoffa said.

"The Ravenclaws I know are not as unreasonable and nasty as you."

The nun said unceremoniously: "They are all polite and intelligent gentlemen, and you...the most evil Slytherin is nothing more than that."

Hoffa thought to himself that you are worthy of wearing a monk's robe. How blind must God be to choose you to serve Him.

Thinking that he didn't know where his gloves were hidden, he didn't show his inner thoughts, but showed a fake smile: "What about you? Beauxbatons."

"No, I didn't go to a magic school and I don't have a wand."

"Muggle? Squib?" Hoffa was confused.

"No, I'm a wizard." Chloe said calmly.

"It's just that I can't control my magic power and can't go to school."

"Oh, that's such a shame."

Hoffa said duplicitously: "Magic school is really interesting."

The nun retorted:

"What's interesting, you're not going to school yet? It's already September 1st, why are you still wandering around in France? Oh, by the way, you're also going to Africa!"

The nun laughed and laughed: "When did Hogwarts open in Africa?"
To be continued...