209 Chapter 9, Chloe

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

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

"he?"

The nun yelled in disbelief, "Just him? Never!"

At this time, Norber also rushed over.

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

"Sorry," Delphine said lazily, "Mr. Bach found it this time."

Seeing a nun sobbing with her head bowed across the way, Noble was a little embarrassed for a while, and asked Hoffa in a low voice, "Hey, boy, what happened to you?"

Hoffa gave him a fierce look.

Just at this time, the scar-faced nun raised her head sobbing, and seeing the honor of the other party, Norbert exclaimed: "So frustrated?"

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

Noble snorted, "You know what!"

Then, he was rarely angry, but said awkwardly, "What's the matter, let's sit down and talk slowly."

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

Now Hoffa calmed down instead. 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, a group of four returned to the restaurant of Hoffa's temporary residence hotel.

In the dining room, the four of them sat face to face. Hoffa and Norber sat together, while Delphine, a bald employee of the Ministry of Magic, and the nun with an ugly scar on her face sat opposite.

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

The nun, on the other hand, was full of grievances and resentment. She hugged her arms angrily and didn't look at Hoffa at all.

Delphine was the first to break the deadlock. She clapped her hands and smiled and said, "This is Chloe Flamel. That is the person I plan to ask you to help send to London. She is the great-great-grandfather of the famous alchemist Nick Flamel. Great-great-great-granddaughter."

Nicole Flamel.

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

Unexpectedly, the ugly nun with a scar on her face in front of her had such a great identity. Hoffa put away her contempt for a while, but he became more and more confused.

Nicolas Lemena is someone who can create the magic stone of immortality. Is this little girl worthy to come and steal her magic gloves?

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

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

"Are you sure you can pass the inspection by the Wizarding Association?"

Nuo Bohu questioned: "Any ship has to stop at least three islands at sea, and each island has layers of checks.

As long as you expose your identity as a British wizard, you will be thrown into a dungeon by those Germans. Even if you cross the sea, the coastline of the British Isles has been eroded by dark wizards, and it is now the darkest place in the world."

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

Delphine sighed: "Infernal corpses are everywhere and monsters are rampant. Compared to that place, Paris is heaven. To be honest, I don't have much confidence to lead a person across the heavily guarded British-French border."

The bald woman leaned closer to her head as she spoke, lowering her voice:

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

"No." Noble shrugged, "Although I respect Mr. Flamel, 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 disclose the exact location."

(Noble and Delphine are chattering nonsense, and Hoffa is almost deaf to what they say, and his attention is fully concentrated on the scar-faced nun opposite.)

Delphine: "Ahem, with all due respect, it's a good idea for you to manufacture weapons and sell them to those rebel organizations, but there are only two of you, it's too weak.

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

"this"

Noble hesitated, he looked at Hoffa.

Hoffa shook his head.

So Norber looked at Chloe, hesitated again and again, and said:

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

If you can find him, and give him enough to make him happy, I think he can help you get her back to England. "

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

Noble stood up: "Come with me, you get you a token, you hand it to him when the time comes, just say that Hoffa and Noble asked you to find him, that's all."

Delphine smiled happily: "That will be of great help."

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

Hoffa, who had been holding his arms silently, gave her a cold look.

Delphine: "I'm going to get some tokens with Mr. Hagrid. Can I trouble you to take care of this Miss Flamel? Just for a while."

"don't want!"

Silent Chloe watched Hoffa scream, "I'll go with you."

Hoffa sneered.

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

"I"

Delphine: "Good."

The scar-faced nun was full of displeasure, and sat down resentfully.

Hoffa sneered: "I don't know where your inexplicable trust comes from."

Delphine gave him a big smile. After making a gesture of please, she followed Noble and left.

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

Chloe was fidgeting. She grabbed a magazine, flipped through it, and threw it aside. Then she grabbed another magazine and turned it over and over again, making a clattering sound.

Hoffa stirred his coffee, thinking about the countermeasures to get the magic gloves back. If the other party keeps silent, it seems that I have nothing to do with her.

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

The ugly nun glared at him with her scarred face peeking out from behind the magazine.

"none of your business!"

"I came from Hogwarts, which school are you from?"

The nun's angry face was a little better.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? You are that house."

"Ravenclaw," Hoffa said.

"I don't know any Ravenclaws as unreasonable and nasty as you."

The nun said bluntly, "They are all polite and intelligent gentlemen, and your worst Slytherin is no more than that."

Hoffa thought to himself that you deserve to wear monastic robes, how blind God is to choose you to serve him.

Thinking that he didn't know where his gloves were hidden, he didn't reveal what he was thinking, but showed a fake smile: "What about you? Beauxbatons."

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

"Muggles? Squibs?" Hoffa wondered.

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

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

"Oh, that's such a pity."

Hoffa said duplicity: "The magic school is really interesting."

The nun retorted:

"It's interesting that you don't go to school yet? It's already September 1st, why are you still visiting France? Oh, by the way, you still have to go to Africa!"

The nun laughed and laughed, "When did Hogwarts open in Africa?"

Hoffa figured he'd better keep his mouth shut. He was afraid that if he continued to ask this question, if he didn't find the gloves, he would be pissed off first.

He turned his head and looked out the window. Countless soldiers passed by in unison outside, and heavy tanks rumbled past the ground, as if preparing for a military parade. A few Gestapo in black plain clothes showed their faces from behind the newspaper, A chilling and dignified atmosphere gradually permeated the street.

A few black-robed wizards jumped out of the tank from a distance, grabbed a few Muggles on the street without any scruples, and then began to inject magic power recovery potions into their necks.

Hoffa turned his head mechanically, expressionless.

Chloe was still chattering on the other side, "I said that if I didn't steal anything, I didn't steal it. Also, why don't you go to the police if you lose something? Why are you staring at me? You have nothing worthy of me."

She was scolding Hoffa with disgust on her face, when a waitress wearing an apron came slowly from afar, carrying a coffee pot with a professional smile on her face.

"Would you like coffee?"

asked the waitress.

"Uh" Chloe stopped talking, "Yes, add more milk and sugar."

"OK."

The waitress bent over and began to pour the coffee.

Hoffa rolled his eyes and noticed a slight bulge on the waiter's belt. Although the bulge was extremely inconspicuous, Hoffa still noticed a dangerous wave of magic power in it.

That's a .magic wand?

Why do restaurant waitresses have magic wands?

As soon as this question came to his mind, the waitress reached for Chloe's cup without leaving a trace, and the mental force field hissed and spread like a poisonous snake.

In the next second, the coffee pot in the waitress' hand transformed into a sharp syringe, which went straight to Chloe's neck.

Hoffa secretly exclaimed that something was wrong, he jumped up and rushed towards Chloe across the dining table.

In the blink of an eye, Chloe's head was pushed down by him, the table was smashed to pieces, and Hoffa kicked the waitress in the chest.

She flew backwards and slammed into the notice board in the restaurant. The bulletin board was smashed to pieces, and the diners in the restaurant screamed and started to run away.

But the waitress stood up as if nothing happened, and straightened her crooked neck with a snap.

But at the same time, countless soldiers with guns filed in from outside the door, the momentum was astonishing, and the leading man was the SS colonel, Muller Mans, who went to search Hoffa's house last night.

The waitress drew out her wand, and lifted a table blocking the way with one hand, "The magic reaction is detected, it's her!"

Muller Mance's cheetah-like head turned around in an instant, firmly locked on the corner, and with a wave of his arm, a dozen soldiers rushed towards Hoffa and Chloe in the corner with guns.

Hoffa didn't have time to think about what happened, he pushed away the wooden plank that was pressing on him, and climbed to Chloe's side.

I saw Chloe half-lying on the ground, with a needle inserted into her neck, and the blue mana recovery potion in the needle was rapidly decreasing. After being injected, she was trembling all over.

He pulled out the needle and put Chloe in his arms.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

"Go faster!!"

Chloe struggled to get the words out.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that the soldiers were getting closer, Hoffa took Chloe's arm and lifted her up without hesitation, entering the phantom state and disappearing into the air.

The front door was already blocked by the crowd, so he could only take Chloe to the back of the hotel.

Crashing into the back kitchen of the hotel, Hoffa slammed the iron door shut. As soon as it was closed, countless bulges appeared on the iron door. Soldiers outside the door were shooting wildly.

Hoffa took two steps back, clasped his hands together, and wanted to use the Broken Grip to control the stone to seal the iron gate, preventing those soldiers from coming in.

But before he could start casting the spell, a sense of suffocation flooded his brain, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. The room was filled with surging and frantic magic power. Under the effect of this magic power, the air turned into a substance as thick as butter, making it hard to breathe.

Turning her head, she saw Chloe lying on the ground. Her face was flushed, her forehead was full of veins, and her whole body was like a dying salted fish, looking abnormally twisted and stiff.

"Hey, hey, what's the matter with you?"

She didn't answer, her slender fingers scratched her cheek firmly, the veins on her arm were clearly visible, and there was a jaw-dropping magic power flowing in those veins.

"Oh My God"

Hoffa groaned.

He didn't know what happened to this guy, but he had a hunch that something bad was going to happen next.

bang bang!

bang bang! !

There was a strong knocking sound outside the door, and the soldiers outside were about to break through forcibly.

Hoffa pressed his palm to the ground. Numerous stone hands circled out from the ground and were firmly buckled on the iron gate, preventing the soldiers behind from breaking through.

After several bangs to no avail, the soldiers outside the door also stopped shooting. But Hoffa knew that those people would never let it go.

Perception told him that the building had been surrounded by people and was impenetrable. Among those people were not only soldiers, but also wizards.

There was a moment of silence.

Boom boom boom!

A polite knock on the door.

Hoffa stuck to the door.

A man's hoarse and low voice sounded outside the door.

"Mr. Bach, I know you're listening, aren't you?"

no answer.

Hoffa's heart sank, was he finally recognized?

The man outside continued to persuade: "I am the colonel of the SS, Mueller Mans. The woman next to you is an abnormal human being we have taken care of. She is very, very dangerous. If you come out now, we won't do anything to you. Instead, it will reward you."

abnormal

Thinking of the photo the SS officer showed him the night before, he turned his head to look.

Chloe, who was lying in the corner and twitching constantly, was nothing like the white-eyed woman in the photo.

He walked to the struggling Chloe, reached out to her chin, and gently tore it.

Only then did I discover that the scar on Chloe's face was actually a mask pasted by the Disguise Technique. Under the strenuous exercise just now, most of the mask on her face has come off.