Chapter 205 5, Ministry of Magic Employees

The gunfire went out, and the wriggling stone hands on the corpse slowly receded. The midnight moonlight shone through the glass of the church on the floor tiles, and blood mixed with rainwater slowly seeped into the soles of Hoffa's shoes from the cracks in the tiles.

Hoffa straightened up from the wall, his face grave.

Noble lowered his gun, his expression changed from fierce to depressed, he clutched his broken arm: "Damn, how did I start a business with this guy?"

"The Wizarding Guild must know where we are."

Noble gritted his teeth and said, "I can't stay here anymore, withdraw immediately. Otherwise, I will be caught by them and I will die."

"But what about the weapons?"

Hoffa seemed quite calm: "Without those guns, the capital chain will be broken. Once the capital chain is broken, the business we started with great difficulty will be in vain."

"Do you think those people are third-rate bar monsters with Muggle weapons? Those people are well-armed wizards."

"Now we don't have the capital to conflict with them," Noble said.

"No, please respect the objective facts."

Hoffa said calmly: "We are already on the verge of bankruptcy. Without those weapons, all this year has been in vain."

"What, brat, are you crazy, with such a big heart?

"I'm not crazy."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Noble sneered, "Go to the Wizarding Association and tell them that we made the contraband, and the ownership belongs to us?"

"No, I'll go to Durant's warehouse first."

Noble jumped anxiously: "Then what if those people wait for us by the side of the goods?"

"I have a special illusion, they can't catch me."

Hoffa paused: "I didn't let you go, you can go first, just like before, I don't care."

After speaking, he calmly found a bunch of keys on Durant's body, and then walked outside the church.

Norber looked at Hoffa's back with an expression of disbelief. After being stunned for a long time, he murmured:

"jerk."

But after scolding, he still chased after him.

Seeing him come back, Hoffa didn't say much.

The warehouse is located at the end of the street in the East End.

It was very late, and the rain in the sky gradually stopped.

After arriving at the destination, both of them appeared extremely cautious.

Hoffa entered the phantom state early, ready to walk the ghost at all times, while Norber also clutched his injured arm, held the gun, and walked carefully through the shadows.

They played 12 points of vigilance, but did not encounter any obstacles. No enemies or ambushes were seen either.

Finally, when the two came to the broken wooden door of the warehouse, they both showed puzzled expressions.

"anyone there?"

Norbert asked with a gun in his hand, his brow was so tense that sweat dripped out.

Hoffa shook his head, his perception clearly told him that no one was in the room. Norber heaved a sigh of relief. He hastily put the gun in his waist and pushed open the door of the warehouse with a creak.

The warehouse door was opened, and the old arched iron warehouse was full of wooden boxes in pieces. When the wooden boxes were opened, there were some extremely ordinary pots and pans in each box.

The two inspected these things carefully, and Hoffa picked up one from time to time. When those seemingly ordinary daily necessities returned to his hands, they began to squirm and deform, and finally turned into a handful of unusually cold and hideous black objects. firearms.

When he put the weapons back, they turned back into seemingly ordinary pots and pans again. This is all the structural products made by Hoffa and Noble in the past six months.

It looks the same as Muggle supplies, just because he needs to pack the weapons with a transfiguration spell after making them, so that they can avoid being checked by Muggle customs.

"It's all there."

Norbert breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anyway, take the things away first."

Hoffa rubbed his chin and frowned.

"Don't you think it's too quiet?"

"Never mind if it's quiet or not, you'll be lucky if you don't meet those Germans."

As he said that, he took out a non-marking stretch backpack, pulled out his wand, and lit them on the wooden boxes one by one.

With every click, a box floats up and flies into the bottomless pit-like stretchable backpack.

Soon, they packed up their things. Like a well-fed hamster, it sneaked out the door, wanting to leave this place quickly.

But when he reached the street corner, Hoffa, who was fully aware, noticed a creature 20 meters away. He grabbed Norber's arm. Norbert was frightened and quickly pulled out the weapon from his trouser pocket.

The two stood in the shadows, staring firmly at the other end of the road.

Then, a tall and thin figure slowly appeared on the other side of Jishui Road.

It was a woman in a gray robe. She was about twenty-three years old, with high nose and deep eyes, fair skin, no hair on her head, she looked like a European monk.

Without blinking, she looked at the dark place where the two of them were hiding.

Hoffa reacted for two seconds, and immediately realized that this was the woman who came to strike up a conversation with him at the bar just now.

But it is one o'clock in the morning, and under the high-handed rule of Germany, it is not a normal person to wander around at this time.

Not to mention that they met once before. Thinking about it this way, the meeting in the bar was also premeditated.

"You guys came here first, it seems that Durant is dead."

The woman spoke English, which was very clear on the quiet street.

"I know your skills, Mr. Bach, but I'm not a member of the Wizarding Association. You don't have to run away immediately."

There was no point in hiding, and the two slowly emerged from their hiding places.

"Who are you?"

Hoffa's spirit is very tense. In this dangerous world, anyone can become his opponent, especially this kind of female bald head who appeared out of nowhere, which is very strange at first sight.

The woman unbuttoned her chest. Under the cover of her gray coat, she was wearing a black uniform with a shiny silver tag on the inside.

"Department of the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, British Ministry of Magic, Delphine Raeburn. She is also an assistant to the current Minister of Magic."

Delphine, Hoffa was slightly taken aback. When he was in the church tunnel, he heard a black friend tell him that someone from the British Ministry of Magic was also looking for Durant, but he didn't expect it to be her.

Norber glanced at Hoffa, who was not a German wizard, which made him a little confused.

"Have we met?"

Hoffa frowned and asked, he always felt that he had heard the name of the other party somewhere.

The bald woman shook her head and looked at him with a smile, "If you don't remember, then you haven't seen it. But I know you, Mr. Bach."

"What do you know about me?"

"I know you left Hogwarts in 1941, you were accused of being a dangerous wizard who bombed London a year ago, and you were arrested by the Ministry of Magic a year ago on suspicion of manufacturing dangerous objects, but you slipped away in the end, Am I right?"

Hoffa said nothing, his face twitching.

"In the past six months, you have disappeared, but a large number of constructed weapons have circulated in the world.

The Wizengamot already banned construction technology in 1939, but unexpectedly, one of the best students at Hogwarts, you, known as the glory of Ravenclaw, became an arms dealer right after leaving school. "

After a pause, the woman said slowly, "Aren't you ashamed? Mr. Bach."

Click!

Noble raised his pistol, "I know him so clearly, do you have a crush on him?"

Hoffa raised his hand to hold his arm, and said sarcastically: "That's right, are you here to arrest me? With the power of the Ministry of Magic now, you can't even protect yourself."

The woman narrowed her eyes and smiled slyly, "Ha, you are right, we are also struggling to maintain, so I am not here to catch you."

"Then why are you here?"

"I come."

The woman walked forward, holding Norber's black muzzle, and walked up to Hoffa with her hands in the cage. Looking at him without blinking, he said:

"I'm here to ask you for help."

"Just now he said that I was so embarrassing, and he asked me for help in a blink of an eye. I don't think I will agree." Hoffa said.

"It was all a joke just now. It was Minister Mu En who wanted you, but now Minister Mu En has taken the blame and resigned. The newly appointed Minister De Laces... specially entrusted me to come and find you."

Hearing that surname again, Hoffa's eyelids twitched. He bypassed Delphine and wanted to leave directly.

As a result, the other party stopped him with open arms.

"Hey, don't be so indifferent, I don't mean anything malicious, I just want to have a friendly chat with you."

"We don't chat with the Ministry of Magic, baby."

It was Norbert who answered her.

"Did I ask you what you thought?"

The woman glanced haughtily at Noble.

This made Noble furious:

"Bald, I don't care what your status is. Get out of the way, or you will die."

"Hagrid, you have been wanted by the Department of Magical Beasts no less than fifteen times in the past thirty years. You even killed two escorts from Azkaban the year before last.

Although you can kill me and leave, your son, Rubeus Hagrid, is still studying at Hogwarts. You can't ignore his growth at all. "

"you!"

Noble yelled like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "How dare you touch my son!"

Hoffa held back his irritable companion, "What are you talking about?"

Delphine: "Durant has arrested many Jews from here, and one of them has a close relationship with the Ministry of Magic. Minister De Laces hopes that someone can send her back to the UK."

"What does that have to do with me? It's clearly your job."

"The British coastline has been blocked by the entire territory of Grindelwald. No wizard can escape the eyes of the Imperial Wizards Association. Only you can lead people away from his control."

Hearing her speak, Hoffa sneered. After the other party finished speaking, he flatly denied it.

"I can't do it, you can find someone else."

"You and Hagrid's weapons can be transported to England. Is it difficult to secretly transport people there?"

"Things are things and people are people. I can't do that."

"You can do it."

"I can't do it."

"able."

The stubbornness of the bald woman bored Hoffa, and somehow he was found by the agency he had been running away from, and he was given an inexplicable task. He didn't want to have anything to do with the British Ministry of Magic at all.

So he said bluntly, "What if I don't want to do it?"

"You must help me with this favor."

"No one can force me to do anything, especially back to London."

"Minister De Laces is not willing to help?"

A trace of disgust flashed in Hoffa's eyes: "The last thing I want to see in my life is him."

Seeing the opponent's resolute appearance, Delphine slowly lowered her arm.

"Then this conversation never happened."

"Farewell."

After finishing speaking, Hoffa turned his head without hesitation, and strode away from the spot.

Norber gave the woman a rather fierce look.

"Don't follow us."

"I won't follow, I promise."

The woman looked at Hoffa's back and said.

Noble lowered his arms and hurriedly followed Hoffa's footsteps, turning his head three times a step at a time. He didn't say until he couldn't see the tall figure:

"This must be a strategy of the Ministry of Magic. They want to lure us back to the UK and put us under house arrest. These guys, fighting among themselves is worth two, and they still want to trouble us at this time."

"Never mind her."

"I've made up my mind that I don't care about anyone else," Hoffa said.

"Ha, then you are such a clever little ghost."

Norber laughed, not knowing whether to praise him or embarrass him.