As night falls, the cold current of November makes the land of England colder than that of France. Some dim stars are shining in the sky, just like the dying fireworks.

Hoffa walked along the long coastline with a torch in his hand, surrounded by a nun and a desolate, empty town.

He doesn't use light magic, and it's not difficult for him not to use the wand's light spell, but he doesn't want to be noticed by anyone.

However, there was no accident during the period after they landed on the coast. For a long time, they didn't meet anyone.

There are no black witches walking everywhere, and most of the corpses are like dogs. There are no Muggles in the legend. There are only open land due to war, and abandoned towns covered with water vapor.

In addition to the roar of the wind, the land is still. In contrast, even the low creaking sound of walking is particularly loud. There were no birds singing in the woods and no pedestrians walking in the streets.

There are only dilapidated houses, intertwined withered thorns, bare growth on rocks, a few weeds, almost all nettles, and occasionally some plants with serrations or spines.

There are even some odor plants. If you step on them carelessly, they will stink everywhere. Even if there is moonlight, there is no warmth. Pale half moon hanging in the Western forest, light with a trace of cold, as if mixed with the shadow.

Occasionally, you can see pools of dried blood on the ground. They are distributed everywhere like brown lichens, but unexpectedly there are no bodies.

The calm is terrible.

If he didn't wake up every morning with a cold face and groan every night because of food shortage, Hoffa would almost think he was in some strange dream.

It's a long walk in no man's land, from day to night, after night.

"Do you want a rest? We've been walking all day

Chloe asked in a low voice beside Hoffa. Her clothes were sloppy at the moment, but the ugly makeup on her face gradually disappeared, revealing her tired but refined face.

"All right."

Hoffa didn't talk much. He pressed down on the ground and made a simple cave on the rock with metamorphosis to make a bonfire. In the surrounding open towns, he collected some food for Chloe and himself.

Most of them are ordinary cans, hard and moldy cheese, or some soldiers' discarded March food. But they can't be picky at this time. They can only eat what they have.

With the time approaching the middle of November, Hoffa couldn't help doubting whether his judgment was correct after a long search. If Muller mans was not as smart as he thought, he would not have put his treasure on the children and waited on the shore.

Or Chloe is not so important to them. He has turned back to Germany for a long time. Isn't his search a waste of time.

The fire was crackling in the dark, and there were only two of them around. They could talk about almost everything. Most of the time, there was only silence between them.

"Do you want any more?"

Suddenly Chloe asked with her knees in her arms.

"No

Hoffa fiddled with the fire. For the first time in a long time, the nun gave him up.

"I'm just asking. I don't mean to give up."

"Then go on." Said Hoffa.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Why did you send me back? What good will delphina do for you, or do you have anything I can do for you? " She asked half jokingly and half seriously.

"Why? Why do you ask that? "

"I want to know," the nun said in a rare and charming tone, "you tell me."

"When I get to London, I'll tell you."

Hoffa said absentmindedly, "he doesn't want to answer this topic."

"Good." Nun some tired smile way: "you and I just met when not the same."

"True or false," Hoffa said curiously, "what's the difference?"

"Well," thought the nun, "I'll tell you when I get to London."

Hoffa said, "rest early and continue tomorrow."

The stars were a little brighter in the sky. After a simple dinner, the nun leaned against the rock and began to doze off. When she fell asleep, her head slid over Hoffa's shoulder.

I don't know how many times she fell asleep and leaned on herself. Maybe it was because of the cold, or maybe her shoulder was a little softer than the stone.

Hoffa didn't push her away. In this empty and lonely environment, he was very glad that there was a life around him.

Maybe there were two... He took out the glass ball at his waist and looked at the unknown creature captured by himself. It stretches its tentacles and slowly spins and dances in the glass ball made by metamorphosis.These days, every night, he would curiously take out this thing to observe, hoping to find out its hidden secret.

But it's just hovering in a glass bottle every day, neither eating nor drinking, nor communicating with Hoffa. Even if he stabbed it with a tip in the glass bottle, it just hovered gracefully out of the way, quietly.

Today, however, the creature's performance is somewhat strange. When it detects that Hoffa is looking at it, its chaotic smoke like head opens like a flower, and the starlight refracts on the glass ball through the smoke to form a map.

On the map, he saw his own bonfire, sleeping Chloe, and a moving spot of light in the distance.

"What does that mean?"

Hoffa came to the spirit, he whispered, this can bring nightmare little monster mysterious, until now, he did not find out what its ability is.

The monster in the glass bottle is just rising and circling, just like a spirit in the bottle, silent but enchanting.

"Chloe?"

He pushed the nun beside him. The nun breathed evenly. She curled up beside his arm like a cat. She didn't remember.

Hoffa gave up the idea of waking her up. He pushed her head away and stood up, staring at the moving light spot on the map. Is this little monster reminding himself that there is someone nearby?

So many days, no one can see, if you can find a person to ask, understand the situation, it is also excellent.

That light spot is not far from his position. In the end, Hoffa made up his mind to go and have a look. She covered Chloe with a garment and put a protective spell on her side. Then we set out quickly.

He was very fast. In the night, he was like a ghost. There was no one in the open town at night to hinder him. Soon, he followed the road map on the glass ball to the estuary of the coastal river.

Here, he found a small freighter stranded at the mouth of the sea, with a big hole in its belly blasted by gunfire. It was the small freighter they were riding in after Normandy, France.

When he saw the ship, Hoffa's eyes lit up. He stepped on the cargo ship which was leaning on the sand.

However, when he boarded the ship, it was already empty. The deck full of mess and blood was still telling about the chaos and cruelty that had happened here. Hoffa touched the dried and brown blood on the ground and frowned.

People were taken away.

He took out the glass ball. The light spot on the glass ball flickered less than five meters around him and moved slightly.

"Who's there?"

He asked.

No one answered.

In such a quiet but solemn atmosphere, the abacus of peace gradually failed. He put on his metal gloves and covered his right hand with black iron pieces.

It seems to feel the danger, the monster's head in the glass ball closed, and continued to hover aimlessly.

As the glass ball went out, Hoffa raised his finger and whispered, "fluorescent dance." A silver dot of light flew up from his fingertips in an anti gravity way and circled his head.

Continue to go inside, the light of fluorescent incantation seems to meet some resistance and become dim.

It was completely different from the ship he saw when he crossed the sea. There were blood spots on the white painted walls.

On the wall by the door was a stick with a hook in it. That's the way the crew hang their clothes. There was a newspaper under the stick. The newspaper was full of scratches. When someone was dragged away from here, he grabbed the board with great force, but there was no scratch.

Next to the wall. There's nothing left. Only the wire hanging on it was connected to the door of the captain's room. I don't know whether it was blasted by magic or by gunfire, a piece of rotten pieces on the ground.

He went all the way down.

The sloping stairs creaked under his feet. He still remembered this place. At that time, on the sea, there were many children running in the corridor.

When he got to the left staircase on the second floor under the deck, the color of the ground became more broken and chaotic, and he stepped on a semi soft but not hard thing. It turned out to be a human hand.

Broken hands from the blast.

Looking down at the break, he saw the moonlight shining in through the huge gap in the bulkhead, which was blasted out by gunfire. There was a man's head hanging on the metal of the gap.

Flying in the light, Hoffa came up to the man's head.

It's Matthew.

The thug, who had planned to throw himself into the sea to feed the fish, now looks at himself in a white and ferocious manner in the light of flying fluorescence, and seems to be accusing the ruthlessness and cruelty of the moment when the German wizard arrived.

Hoffa moved his eyes and looked at the ground.

The pedal is covered with thick coagulated blood, which has been coagulated for a long time, but still with the unique texture of blood. In the dry blood, you can see some footprints, very shallow, left not long ago.He gently put his foot on the pedal and stepped on it. The explosion didn't completely destroy the structure of the hull, and it could bear its own weight.

So I went down to the bottom floor and saw the room I used to live in. Now the door is open. The way to open it is not because of the explosion, but because someone pushed the handle to open it.

He touched the wall and raised his guard again.

If as expected, all the people here should have been taken away by mans. Can there be any fish in the net under so many witches?

Or are their people sure they will come back?

So stay here and block yourself.

The incantation disappears.

He was still, his body was like a chameleon, fluctuating and disappearing into the air, and at the same time. He carefully kicked away the glass fragments scattered on the ground and stood at the door like a ghost. In the cold moonlight, he saw the light spot on the ground in the room blurring quickly.

There are people.

He was sure of that.

But he was also sure that the other side couldn't see him. Just like he can't see that guy.

For nearly three or four minutes, a dark cloud covered the bright moonlight. There was a light sound in the corner, and a faint magic wave. The shadow on the ground was blurred again.

Hoffa immediately turned around, and a dangerous coma spell floated past him. His magic glove flashed a dangerous red light, and he raised his hand and smashed it back.

The wooden door panel seemed to be hit by an invisible air hammer, and then it fell down, followed by a dull hum which suppressed the pain.

"Come out."

Hoffa pressed his hand on the invisible transparent head.

This time, the answer was a sharp knife, which was a deformed wand. Hoffa could not understand this kind of trick better. He only made a slight mistake. Under the confrontation of mental power, the transfiguration mantra was quickly disintegrated, and the opponent's sharp knife turned back into a magic wand. Not only that, he also grasped the opposite man's transparent wrist.

"Is that the only way?"

Said Hoffa.

The phantom man struggled for a moment, did not earn to get away, he whispered: "flame burning body!"

The orange flame rose from the transparent arm and made his arm hot. Hoffa shook off his arm and grabbed his wand. He quickly stepped back three steps.

"Don't blame me for not coming out again."

With Mori Leng's words, in addition to his feet, other parts of the cabin have been deformed, growing sharp iron thorns.

Crackle, a light sound, accompanied by violent fluctuations of magic. The man gave up his magic wand and planned to change the shape of the phantom. Hoffa's fingers closed, and the spines curved and grew wildly five meters away.

"Ouch!"

With a cry of pain with London accent, "let me go!"

A wizard was dragged out of the phantom's shifting state. This is a man in a black and yellow robe, with a high and wide chin,

he also looks young, only one or two years older than Hoffa.

If it is in the past, in such an environment, Hoffa will probably not hesitate to let the opponent lose all the ability to act, and then cross examine.

However, this time, he did not choose to do so, but let go of the youth in front of him. Because he had a badger tattooed on the chest of his yellow and black wizard robe. This is a student at Hogwarts, or at hutchpatch college.