Crunch!

The wooden door of Two Broomsticks was slowly pushed open.

Hoffa heard the faint sound of footsteps downstairs. He no longer hesitated, scratched the cracks in the window, and opened the old-fashioned blinds little by little.

The scraping sound from the old metal bolts of the window made Hoffa's instep arch and his nerves reach an extreme.

He never imagined that in the morning he was studying leisurely at Hogwarts, and in the evening he would put his life on the betting table and play against dark wizards.

Fortunately, the sound from the window was not noticed by the man below.

The footsteps downstairs became louder and louder, mixed with the sound of turning bodies.

The man is checking.

Hoffa pointed to the window and motioned for the goblin to go first.

The goblin immediately clung to the window eaves and stepped on the wooden citron outside the tavern.

Hoffa also jumped out of the window and stepped on it.

At this moment, they were more than three meters above the ground. For an 11-year-old child and a half-human elf, they were already very high.

Bang!

There was the sound of the door opening behind him.

Hoffa suddenly turned around, but it was not their room, but another room.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the goblin.

The goblin pointed to the ground, then to himself, and opened his arms.

That means he goes down first, and then lets Hoffa jump into his arms.

Hoffa nodded.

The goblin jumped down from the window.

He stood on the ground with a soft squeaking sound.

It was quiet for a few seconds.

Immediately, Hoffa heard the footsteps getting louder in the stairwell behind him.

He didn't dare to hesitate and jumped down immediately.

Fortunately, Indra was strong enough to catch him without making any sound.

The moment Hoffa left the window, the door of the room they had just been in was suddenly pushed open, and a tall man appeared in the room. He looked around and saw the open blinds.

He strode to the window, bent down and stuck his head out.

It's foggy down there and there's nothing there.

…

There was no sound at all, and the air was as thick as butter, making it difficult to breathe.

Hoffa and Indor covered their mouths and noses, silently holding the sign of Two Broomsticks, and stood in the thick fog. They did not dare to let out any air.

The hotel sign blocks the view from above.

They all felt the sharp and cold look in the man's eyes just now. It was a look that only a guy who had killed countless people would have.

After scanning for a long time, the pointed hooded head slowly retracted.

Indra nodded to Hoffa, and the two of them moved slowly against the wooden wall like moles.

Hoffa didn't dare to use the invisibility spell at all. On the one hand, his magic power had not been fully restored, and on the other hand, he was not sure whether the magic power fluctuation of the spell would expose himself. He did not want to backfire.

The area of ​​Hogsmeade is neither large nor small. There are at least five streets between the Honeydukes shop and the Two Broomsticks.

Hoffa came to the village for the first time, and he was definitely not familiar with the place. After leaving the area of ​​the Two Broomsticks, he could only rely on his memory to walk towards Honeydukes.

In addition, there was thick fog, so he had to take a few steps and then stop to judge whether his position was accurate.

On the road, there were some fainted pedestrians in twos and threes, some shop doors were wide open, and the bosses also fainted. This was all the result of breathing in poisonous gas in the air.

When Huofani Bodhisattva crosses the river, he cannot protect himself and cannot care about these people at all.

They didn't go far before the two of them braked suddenly and stopped.

Facing them was a tall standing figure. He was nearly two meters tall, holding a wand and a lantern, and was searching everywhere.

Fortunately, there were a few empty barrels nearby. They hid behind them and covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound.

Just after hiding, the tall dark wizard turned around.

The figure dragged his black robe past Hoffa, and the black robe made a rustling sound as it rubbed against the ground.

Hoffa saw his wand, which was thick and long and could almost be used as a close-quarters weapon.

As he passed the corner, the tall man raised his lantern and looked around.

Fortunately, Hoffa and the goblin were only about his waist height, and the thick fog filled the air, so they were not discovered.

When the man walked away, Hoffa lowered his voice to the lowest level.

"We had to change direction, but he blocked our way."

The goblin nodded tremblingly.

Hoffa rubbed his face to calm his violently beating heart. He thought that if he could escape this time, he would have to learn how to cast silent spells next time.

Two streets were changed again.

Hoffa saw a shop with a wide open door. It was Literenju Feather Shop, which specialized in selling quills.

There was a squeaking sound coming from the store.

Then a tall man dragged the fainted shop owner out of the shop. He lined up the fainted people in a row on the ground, and examined them carefully one by one with a bright light on his wand.

Damn it, I met another one! Hoffa cursed in his heart.

We have to change direction again, when can we return to Honeydukes?

He pulled Indor to change direction. But as soon as he took a step, Hoffa suddenly felt something was wrong.

Something suddenly wrapped around his arm.

He lowered his head and saw that on his arm, a creature with blue-green wings and an appearance between a reptile and a butterfly was looking at him with its head tilted. Its eyes were cruel and cold.

Indra also noticed the strange things on Hoffa's body. The moment he saw the blue monster, he screamed: "Get away, Hoffa, that's a curled-winged demon that specializes in eating human brains."

The butterfly-shaped reptile on the arm opened its mouth like lightning, and its sharp tongue shot towards Hoffa's head.

Hoffa only had time to flick his arm, but there was no way to avoid it.

The lightning room.

Indra flicked his fingers, strong magic waves shot out from his fingertips, and a silver ray of light hit the Winged Demon like a bullet.

boom!

The monster was hit by magic just a few centimeters away from Hoffa's face, and hit the wall behind him. It was broken into pieces, splattering a large amount of blue-purple blood.

Hoffa, who survived the disaster, was not happy at all.

On the contrary, his face was ashen.

Everything is exposed.

The tall hooded man behind him suddenly stood up and let out a sharp cry.

"Hier, eristhier!!!" (Here!!)

Following the shout, the tallest hooded man in the middle of the street suddenly turned around. He shook his robe.

A large number of curled-winged demons flew out from under the hooded man's robe, making a loud flapping sound! They surrounded Hoffa from all directions.

"Run!" Indra shouted.

Now, hiding has no meaning at all.

Hoffa ran away without thinking.

As he ran, he tapped his arm.

"Disler Falcont!"

Hoffa, who was running, disappeared into the mist and escaped the first wave of attack from the Winged Demon.

His invisibility was seen by the dark wizard behind him.

The dark wizard reacted extremely quickly and took off his cloak again.

A silvery ape stood on his shoulder. It squinted its eyes and looked around, then immediately raised its arm.

He screamed and pointed in the direction of Hoffa's invisible running.

The dark wizard moved, his black robes fluttering under the moonlight.

At the same time, the other two dark wizards also surrounded him at extremely fast speeds.
To be continued...