1942.

On the outskirts of Paris, France.

Inside the abandoned factory building, huge chains hung down, and scabies like molds grew on the yellowish brown walls of the factory building. The moldy walls were covered with weapons of all kinds. Small pistols, daggers, submachine guns, assault rifles....

the ground is strewn with sheets of parchment, which are painted with various mysterious and complex designs. Some of the pages are complete, and some of them are crumpled up.

In the corner, the dim yellow light shines on a wooden table. On the wooden table were scattered pieces of parts and a black metal glove.

An old-fashioned radio on the desk was playing old-fashioned German songs, Lilly Malian.

"Vorderkaserne"

"vordemgro ? entor"

"standeine laterne"

"undestehtsienochdavor"

"sowall'nwirunsdawelderseh'n"

"beider laternew ollen willsteh'n"

"wieeinst Lili Marleen......"

listening to the song, the teenager behind the table has a little confusion on his face.

He looked out of the window at the crackling rain, where there seemed to be a pair of strange and familiar eyes looking at himself.

This sense of being peeped has been going on for several minutes, making him not interested in work.

About five or six seconds later, he couldn't help but stand up, opened the window and looked out. He didn't see anything.

"Overtime

Hoffa mumbled, rubbed his temple and went back to the table.

Lily Malian is still playing on the radio. He reaches out his finger and presses the button. The channel changes and the German songs are broadcast in English.

"...... On August 28, the wizard daily Muggle battlefield reported in real time that Jews in Europe were hunted on a large scale, and anti Semitic activities in France were growing. The Ministry of magic would like to remind you to continue to do a good job in defense..."

click.

The hand came out again and adjusted several times.

The English on the radio became German again.

"... on August 27, the imperial wizard Association raided three private weapons factories in the north. The wizarding Association reminds you again.

We strictly prohibit the use and possession of any unregistered weapons and alchemy creations. Violators will be fined more than 5000 galleons, or the kiss of Dementors... "

click.

Channel switch again.

German became English again.

"...... The latest broadcast, the British Minister of magic Leonard Spencer Munn will announce his resignation statement at the end of this month, the new minister of magic will be fatil drasse. It is reported that in 1923, fatil drasse once served as visengamo....

Pa Pa!

The radio knob was whipped.

Originally not very clear broadcast sound became completely disordered magnetic current sound.

The brush of the feather pen stopped writing, it stayed on the paper, ink on the parchment out of a black spot.

The boy turned off the radio impatiently. He leaned back on the chair and combed his hair with his hands. He looks restless. At the same time, the feeling of peeping made him uneasy.

Bang bang!

There was a knock outside the door.

He heard it and ignored it for the first time.

Dong Dong!

Knock on the door and continue.

It's more intense.

"Here it is

Hoffa sprang to his feet and came to the door with some weight. He opened the sight glass on the old iron door.

Outside stood a stout man in a raincoat, carrying a large woven bag.

It's Norbert Hagrid.

When he saw that it was him, Hoffa's impatience was slightly removed. He opened the chain and the iron door.

The stout man squeezed in and gave Hoffa his woven bag.

"This damned weather, it's raining endlessly."

He took off his rubber boots and poured out the rain.

"Is anyone with you?"

Hoffa, holding the woven bag, asked as he locked the door.

"No

Norbert picked up a pot of water and gulped it down. Then he touched his mouth. "Don't lock the door. We'll go out later."

After Norbert finished his poncho and his rubber boots, he took a magic wand and lit it on his body. Suddenly, steam like a locomotive came out of his body.

"Still out, what's the matter?"Through the steam, Hoffa keenly observed two more bruises and cracks on Norbert's right eye and cheekbone.

"There's something to deal with."

As he spoke indifferently, noble reached out and rummaged through Hoffa's parchment on the table.

"Merlin's beard, are you really determined to learn alchemy..."

"Where have you just been?"

Hoffa interrupts Norbert and puts supplies on the table.

"It takes so long to buy supplies?"

"East side, I took a job."

Norbert picked up a kettle.

"Me or us?"

"We, we."

Norbert put his mouth to the pot and waved his hands indifferently.

Hoffa picked up his arm and looked unhappy. "I'm not perfect yet. I'm going out now?"

"If you stay in this place all day, you will be rotten."

With these words, Norbert opened the drawer of the cupboard, pulled out a roll of ragged tissue from a pile of messy parts, and wiped his cheekbones.

Hoffa looked on coldly.

Norbert: this job is not good without you

"Don't change the subject. Did you screw up the deal again?"

Hoffa didn't look good.

"Bullshit!"

Norbert took a transparent plastic bag out of his pocket and threw it in Hoffa's face. Hoffa took a look at it. There were ten rolls of francs rolled up by rubber bands in the bag.

"It's a great deal. It's enough money for us to spend until next year."

Hoffa just glanced at the Muggle bag and threw it aside. "Do you want to explain this?"

He pointed to his cheek.

As the steam dissipated, Norbert said impatiently, "when I came back, I accidentally met two old dogs from Berlin. They beat me badly, and...

Hoffa:" and? "

"They're Durant's men."

"Durant, the wolf of the east side?"

Hoffa frowned. "The agent from Germany?"

"Yes, the fool who stole our weapons. He knows I've been looking for him and wants to start first. "

Norbert wiped his face and spat on the ground.

Hoffa laughed. "He's very smart."

"It's clever, but it's too careless. You know, this time I pulled his tail. In March this year, he bought a bar in the east side to recruit women who fled from the ghetto. "

"What are you waiting for? Let's go."

Hoffa picked up the black and red mechanical glove from the broken parts.

This metal glove has exposed copper wire and red coating, which looks rather ferocious. He took a purple crystal out of his pocket and inserted it into the slot.

He put the glove on his arm. The package of the glove was deformed and his right hand was wrapped in it. Soon, the glove lit up a light green light, and the magic scale pointer on the back of the hand turned to 1x.

The magic watch presented by headmaster dipert had been destroyed in the battle the year before last, but at the end of the second grade, dipert gave him books on construction technology. After more than a year of study, he has been able to develop some magic props by himself.

Norbert took a pistol from the wall and stuck it in his waist.

Then they went out of the door together.

...

...

in Paris at the end of August, the air is mixed with high temperature and rain.

It's getting late. It's drizzling with light rain. A large number of mosquitoes are flying under the dilapidated lamps on the roadside. They are dense and almost cover the light.

Some heavy and thick pipes are all over the gloomy rain, and the huge demand brought by the war makes factories everywhere on the planet.

While walking, Norbert talked with Hoffa about his recent work:

"the leader of the underground anti war organization in France wrote a letter today, saying that he wanted to purchase 500 alchemy guns in advance. I was wondering if I could recruit more people."

Hoffa: "if you can trust me, just look for it."

"When you come back today, please contact frank and ask him to send the raw materials by sea."

"Well."

Hoffa nodded, a little absent-minded.

"... tell Frank that what I want is pure, impurity free metal and medicine, not the second-class goods in dirty old bottles..."

as I walk along, Norbert and Hoffa talk about some things that I don't have. As he spoke, Hoffa kept nodding and nodding. He stood still and looked back.

There are several figures in black robes on the rough concrete road. They pull a young woman in the rain and push the struggling woman into a black Mercedes.Norbert also saw this scene, he immediately grabbed Hoffa: "don't worry, it has nothing to do with us."

The door slammed shut and sped away in the rain.

Hoffa turned his head slowly. "Nothing. Go on."

Norbert: "when we get back the weapon that Durant's fool stole, we'll get back at least five thousand galons. If Durant doesn't return us, we'll take him out and copy him. That guy is still very rich....

Norbert was just talking about it. Suddenly, Hoffa thought of something and asked, "do we have weapons under grindevo?"

"No

Norbert looked around and whispered cautiously, "boy, I don't care what mess you're thinking. I warn you, you are still very young now. Don't think about fighting against the imperial wizard Association. It's a huge thing... "

" outpost. "

Hoffa interrupted Norbert.

Norbert looked up and they came to a heavily armed outpost. There are a number of heavy tanks parked here, and the towering walls are covered with barbed wire. The guard was a team of heavily armed German soldiers.

Norbert: in the middle of the 20th century, the Third Republic of France collapsed. Before the establishment of the Fourth Republic in 1946, it was occupied by Germany. If you want to enter the city center, you have to accept the interrogation of German soldiers.

Just as he was about to pass the sentry, a soldier stopped Norbert and Hoffa. He asked in German, "what are you doing so late?"

"Go to the city and see your family."

Norbert said with a submissive smile, putting a roll of mark in the soldier's hand without leaving a trace.

The soldier took the roll of mark, still looked up and down at Norbert and said coldly, "identification."

Norbert took a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him. The soldier glanced back, then turned his eyes to Hoffa's head.

"What about him?"

Asked the soldier.

"He's my son."

Norbert quickly said with a smile, "I just came from Hamburg, and I'm still applying for my certificate."

The corner of Hoffa's mouth twitched. Now he is not Xiaobai who can't understand anything. After living in such a dangerous world for so long, German has become his required language.

"Son?"

Looking at their figures, the soldier said suspiciously to Hoffa, "raise your head."

Hoffa raised his head and laughed. Looking up for a moment, the golden light in his eyes went out and became a common black pupil.

The soldier with the gun stared at Hoffa in the rain for a moment, then he waved his hand.

"Go ahead."

The outpost opens and the two go out.

Creak!!!

But at this point.

The dark night sky suddenly brightened, accompanied by the harsh sound of track friction, a burning fire burst out from the distance, tearing the night.

Hoffa subconsciously turned his head and saw that it was a medium-sized Panther tank full of fire. It was covered with orange flame, and its gun barrel was blown up. It was like a dying beast, and it was going to drag all the people who saw it into hell.

The sense of danger permeates the heart and spleen.

Hoffa did not hesitate to fight down Norbert.

Boom!!

The burning tank, which did not know where it came from, hit the sentry station heavily. The ammunition stored in the sentry station collided with the ammunition loaded by the tank. The explosion came, and the oxygen in the air was pumped out in an instant.

Countless burning stones splashed in, and Hoffa raised his hand to support the shield. Gravel hit the shield, failed to break through, but the huge shock wave still pushed him and Norbert directly out more than ten meters.

Chest tightness and shortness of breath. The intense tinnitus made Hoffa almost deaf for a moment, and the night was as bright as day.

Then, the bright night sky like the day was covered by darkness again. Some of them were engulfed and invisible, leaving only a messy cry for help.

Hoffa stumbled up, his eyes golden again, the wall of the sentry in front of him collapsed half by the aftershock of the explosion, and several sentry soldiers gave Hoffa a big push.

"Go! Let's go

Then he grabbed the pager and screamed, "outpost b136, attacked here..."

the police station was attacked