After achieving his goal through hints, Hoffa returned to Chloe, but he did not tell the nun that he had deceived the widow, only telling her that he had borrowed the boat.

The nun had no special reaction to the news.

However, as soon as he packed their luggage, the nun disappeared, which frightened him.

He quickly dropped his luggage and looked for her, but he couldn't find her after searching for a long time.

As a result, when he returned to the cargo ship angrily, the nun came from a distance with a large number of people. The people were old and young, male and female, and they were all refugees.

Hoffa was stunned. He quickly handed the suitcase in his hand to a sailor and walked quickly to Chloe: "What are you trying to do again!?"

Chloe said: "I want to take them with me."

"No, no." Hoffa flatly refused.

"Why don't you take these people with you? They will die if they stay here."

"My little grandma, this boat is only about 30 meters long. It is a small transport boat. Such a boat can only carry twenty or thirty people at most. And there are hundreds of refugees. It is only a matter of time to take them with them.

Exists in theory."

"Isn't there anything you can do, the Traceless Stretching Spell?"

"Magic can't change the nature of things. Even if I can stuff them into the cabin, there won't be enough food. Their fate will be even worse than now."

Chloe looked at Hoffa suspiciously, "I don't believe it."

"Okay," Hoffa put his hands on his waist and pointed to a few supervisors in the distance.

"You don't have to believe it, but I don't care about this ship. You go ask that guy."

"Just ask."

Chloe said to the people behind her: "Wait for me here."

Hoffa looked at Chloe walking towards the supervisors as if he were laughing.

On the other side, Matthew was directing sailors to move items.

After being reminded by his subordinates, he turned around and cursed: "Hey, why did you bring them here?"

Chloe didn't panic at all, she said calmly: "I want to take them with me."

"With so many people taking away, what to do with the supplies? There is no need to urinate on the boat. Do you have five loaves and two fishes? You have to imitate Jesus and do it yourself. Don't drag us into the water!"

"Hahaha!"

The sailors and armed thugs nearby burst into laughter, and the air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"Can you have some sympathy for your own kind?"

"I'm sorry, good man, I just know that the people who want to blow this place up are our kind. You should save some words to say to the great head of state."

"you......"

"What am I, I'm crazy, do they have anything to do with me?" Matthew waved his hand irritably: "Go and cool off, I'm not your father, there's no need to listen to you."

Chloe's face turned pale with anger, and Hoffa couldn't stand it anymore.

He sighed and stepped forward to hold her:

"I know your professional requirements, but you also have to respect objective facts. You can't take so many people away. This ship is only so big."

An old female refugee stood up. She stood in front of Hoffa and Chloe and prayed in a low voice: "It doesn't matter, don't force it. If you can, just take these children away."

After saying that,

"this......"

Hoffa hesitated.

This request was not too much. There were only about a dozen children in the crowd. However, their destination was not the safe Switzerland, but the UK where witches were infested. If they brought these bottles of oil with them, they would be unable to move at all.

But Chloe agreed immediately.

"Okay, I promise you."

"You guys just hang on here, I'll be back."

She affirmed.

Hey, you two, why don’t you come up?

An overseer shouted condescendingly from the side of the ship.

"We don't take everyone, we just take a few kids.

"If I say no, it won't work. Either you two come up, or none of you come up at all." Matthew stuck his head out and said decisively.

His men pulled up the rope and stopped the two people outside the deck.

Just when they were at a stalemate, the widow Mary appeared on the edge of the ship:

"Let them come up."

She said: "There are just a few children, so they don't take up much space and food."

Chloe looked at Mary with some surprise, and Matthew was also quite surprised.

"These people have nothing to do with us."

"It doesn't matter, Matthew, I beg you."

whispered the widow.

Seeing the weak look of the widow in front of him, the man finally softened and glared at the two of them fiercely.

"You're lucky!"

His men untied the rope, and Chloe escorted the children onto the ship. When passing by Mary, she sincerely took the other person's hand and said, "Thank you, you did a very noble thing.

"

Mary blushed and lowered her head.

"It should."

...

...

The smell of land was left behind, and the cargo ship sailed into the fresh breath of the early morning ocean. In a certain area of ​​water not long after entering the sea, the phosphorescence of Sargassum spores flashed, and the ocean currents impacted on the cliffs of the abyss, stirring up whirlpools.

On the deck, the children happily gathered around Chloe and played. After all, children are in nature, and the wars and worries of adults were quickly forgotten by them.

Widow Mary would bring them some food from time to time, and would also talk to Chloe from time to time.

After Mary agreed to let those refugee children board the ship, Chloe's attitude towards her improved significantly.

She began to take the initiative to talk to Mary and help her with some chores. As dusk approached, Hoffa even saw Chloe sitting on the deck with her and reciting a few poems to her in French.

While Chloe was reciting the poem, Mary sat on the deck holding her chin and looking at each other with bright eyes.

The friendship between them seems to be coming more quickly than Hoffa imagined.

At dusk, while Hoffa was guarding Chloe on the second deck, the captain of the ship came to Hoffa with several sailors: "Yo."

He had never seen these people before. Judging by their appearance, they were not the same group as Matthew's group of armed thugs.

One of the sailors took out a bottle of beer and handed it to Hoffa, looking very friendly.

Hoffa declined his beer and nodded politely: "Hello."

"Are you Frank's friend?"

the captain asked.

"Yes."

"Are you also... that kind of person?"

The captain's expression seemed to be that of a thief.

"What kind of person?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Frank kind of... uh..."

As he asked, the captain looked over Hoffa, "Someone who can use the magic black stick."

Hoffa knew what he was talking about.

The world war led to the collapse of various social orders. Under such circumstances, it is not surprising that Muggles know about the existence of wizards.

"I don't have a wand, but I am a wizard," he replied.

"Even without a wand...?"

The captain was a little suspicious.

"Hmm." Hoffa said noncommittally.

Several sailors drinking beer crossed their arms and looked curious.
To be continued...