snake?

Hoffa opened his mouth wide in the rainy night.

But before he could take a closer look at the unknown thing, the green snake disappeared on the deck in an instant.

No matter how he sensed it, he couldn't sense it at all.

This time, his mental force field was of no use.

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

I really hope there won't be any murders the next day...

Facts have proved that Hoffa was overthinking.

After a crazy and bumpy summer night with heavy rains, the sun rises and the clear sky reveals a pink glow.

Hoffa, who had not slept all night, came to the deck, where large groups of sailors were waving their wands and repairing the shell of the ship that had been damaged by heavy rain. A large group of seagulls screamed and circled in the sky, and some inexplicable marine life could be seen every few steps on the deck.

.

The hermit crabs carrying the house, curled starfish, limp salted fish, and limp transparent jellyfish were all swept up by last night's heavy rain.

He moved around cautiously, but found no trace of snakes. It was as if everything last night was just his imagination.

...

On June 1, after the heavy rain, which was the fourth day after setting off from Thames, the Papillon arrived in Lisbon on the Iberian Peninsula. The ship had to resupply and pick up passengers along the way.

However, due to the size of the Papillon, the ship did not dock. Hoffa could only lie on the deck and watch the transport boats bring all kinds of goods and wizards from land to the cruise ship.

Take a look at the famous Portuguese city with orange roofs in the distance, and imagine the possible scenery inside.

The Papillon will soon be replenished and will continue its departure.

At this time, Hoffa saw Osivia, who usually stayed in the room, talking to someone on the deck.

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

After the two of them finished chatting, Osivia lay on the deck guardrail with a frown on her face.

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

Osivia: "Nothing, it's work."

Hoffa looked back at the back of the man dressed as a clerk.

"Who is that?"

"Employees of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Department of the Ministry of Magic. When I go to Morocco, they will provide me with some help." She said calmly.

Department of Defense Against the Dark Arts? Isn't that an Auror?

Hoffa felt that something was not quite right. The last time he saw the Aurors was after the attack on Hogsmeade last year.

"What on earth are you doing here?" Hoffa asked.

Osivia glanced at Hoffa, and after a moment, she reached out her hand and helped Hoffa straighten his clothes.

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

Hoffa was speechless.

...

...

On the day of the cruise, Hoffa could already see the red 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 that Hoffa has come to this ancient continent. Of course, he now knows that Morocco was still under the protection of France in 199 and had no real independence.

As in Lisbon, the Papillon did not dock.

Hoffa and Osilvia took a small lifeboat, departed from the cruise ship's own dock, and sailed quickly to the dock in Casablanca.

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

However, when Hoffa disembarked from the ship, the chilly atmosphere in the air shattered his fantasy of traveling at public expense and the excitement of setting foot in Africa for the first time.

Soldiers with guns are everywhere here. They have brown skin and wear white or black Arab robes. A strong smell of violence blows against their faces.

On the mosaic streets filled with smoke, soldiers held guns against some black people from time to time, shouting loudly in an incomprehensible language as they walked.

The black people 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.

Could it be that Principal Dippet’s friend lives in a place like this...?

He couldn't help but doubt whether he could repair the watch, and at the same time he was confused about the task itself. What on earth did Osivia come to a place like this?

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

After getting off the boat, she pulled out her wand and tapped Hoffa casually. Immediately, Hoffa's shirt and overalls turned into an Arab robe.

Osivia's own clothes also turned into a pure black burqa as she walked. The robe covered her face, leaving only a pair of green eyes, which were airtight. She took it from her backpack

I took out the map, looked at it for a few times, and chose a direction.

Doing as the Romans do, Hoffa shrugged and followed the other person into this seemingly heavily guarded city.

The place is full of geometric gray and white houses, with Arabic and Quran inscriptions on the houses.

Occasionally, there would be Muggle soldiers carrying rifles around them who would cast a scrutinizing look at the two of them, but their attention would soon shift to other places.

After passing through six wired protective nets, the surrounding environment relaxed a little, and some pedestrians and vendors began to appear on the street carrying goods on their heads.

But that was only relatively speaking. Through the arcuate multi-leaf arch windows, Hoffa could still see many wary eyes and dark gun muzzles on the rooftops near the street.

Osilvia walked with Hoffa for about an hour, wandering around various streets and alleys, looking at the map as they walked.

After walking for half an hour, something was wrong, because Osilvia brought Hoffa back to where he first entered the city.

The hot and dry weather made Hoffa's back and chest completely soaked. The Arab robe on his body was like a blanket to cover his sweat. He gritted his teeth and looked at the tall girl next to him. She looked at the map with a calm expression.

Changed direction again.

Gradually, his muscles became a little tired. At this time, Hoffa thought of his newly acquired knowledge of the madman - Gu'gall's transformation technique.

Transform lives.

Suddenly, the blue groove in the sea of ​​consciousness dropped a little, and the red groove increased.

Hoffa transformed one-fifth of his magic into life

Life:6

Magic: 4

Most of the fatigue disappeared immediately.

Hoffa strode to catch up with senior Osilvia.

I have to say that this madman’s knowledge is quite useful sometimes.

But the transformation technique lasted less than half an hour, and Hoffa began to feel tired again.

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

She looked at the map calmly, then changed the direction and continued to walk with long legs. The two of them kept walking around in this kind of *** area where civilians lived. Finally, Hoffa couldn't stand it anymore. He felt that he was like this again.

Sooner or later, you will get a heat stroke if you continue walking. This senior may have some road blindness, otherwise why would she always go back to the same place?

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

Finally, after another half an hour, Hoffa covered his hands with the harsh sun and asked breathlessly.

The map was handed to Hoffa's nose.

Hoffa entered a meditative state with the map, and his 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?"

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

"Then where are we?"

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

"here."

Hoffa turned the map 180 degrees and clicked on the lower left corner of the map: "Sorry, you went the wrong way, we are here."

There was silence for a moment.

"The heat will affect my thinking." Osilvia said without embarrassment.

Hoffa didn't want to pay attention to her. He changed direction, used the conversion technique to turn his life to 7, and walked quickly, Osivia following behind him.

Although 70% of life is huge, the declining magic power has slightly affected his brain, and his head hurts.

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

Miranda, she may be reading Muggle books quietly in a library, blowing on the electric fan. Occasionally, she can chat with another personality.
To be continued...