240 Chapter 40, Landing

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The sky was as black as a theater curtain, the drizzle continued, and the battleship Scharnhorst kept swaying amidst the rough waves.

And a hundred meters away from the dark clouds in the sky, there is a huge eye like the hull of a ship.

"Cruciate!"

The red light flashed past, making the sky inside the glass bottle red.

Mance raised his head from the wizard's glass bottle, and saw a man in a red robe waving a magic wand. A curse like a scarlet poisonous tongue entangled a kneeling black robe on the ground, and the black robe screamed incessantly.

This is a wide vaulted hall. In the hall, there are several maids holding pots in fringed robes that reach the floor. They look very classical. Some of them hold their breath and concentrate, while others turn their heads away.

In order to hide their whereabouts, the red-robed wizard Kleist from the headquarters of the Wizarding Association directly put the Scharnhorst battleship into a glass bottle with a spell and carried it with him, and they themselves were brought to England by Kleist In a hidden castle along the coast, Anker was searched for traces by the sea day and night.

Now, half a month has passed, Anker is still missing, and the patience of the red-robed Kleist is getting worse and worse. Every day he sat in the great hall of the castle and lost his temper. Every black robe who set out to find Anker but returned in vain was tortured by Kleist's Cruciatus Curse.

"It's been a whole month, and I haven't found it yet, you bunch of idiots!!" Kleist waved his wand, mercilessly cursing the screaming man on the ground.

Looking at the twitching subordinates who were being tortured on the ground, Mance seemed quite calm. Thanks to years of secret missions, and the actions of raiding Germany to search the secret places of wizards, Mance knew about the existence of wizards very early on. , I also know the horror of the Cruciatus Curse.

Three years ago, when he saw the Cruciatus Curse for the first time, the scale was even more terrifying than Kleist's rage.

At that time, he and his colleagues were called to Berlin to carry out a classified mission. But before the mission, Grindelwald chose to use the Cruciatus Curse to test the quality of each of them.

boom!

The door was slammed open.

"Found Anker!"

A black robe broke in, speaking anxiously and loudly.

Everyone in the hall stood up, Kleist put away his wand, and stepped over the black-robed wizard who was tortured because he returned without success, "Where is it?"

The black robe looked at his colleagues who were still twitching on the ground, and became hesitant for a moment.

"I asked you something, didn't you hear me?"

Kleist in the red robe was anxious and angry.

"I think it's better for you to come and see for yourself."

Said the men.

The crowd filed out and out of the hall.

In the corridor, several black robes came over dragging fishing nets. The pungent sea smell in the air made several pot-holding maids cover their noses.

In front of him was a man lying in a fishing net. He was wet all over and had obviously just been fished out of the sea. His complexion was as pale as a corpse, and his limbs were swollen and swollen, like a beef cattle that had been injected with water. There are some weird red hairs growing from all corners of the body. What's even weirder is that his eyes are open, the pupils are constantly rolling, and there is an indescribable smile on his face.

Such a strange combination is astonishing.

Mance walked in front of the fishing net. Although he had changed a lot, he still recognized that the man lying on the ground was really his former subordinate, Anker.

"This morning, my heir found him in the shallow sea."

An old man in a gorgeous green robe with a handkerchief came out from the side of several black robes. He has pointed ears, old and withered skin, and a left hand bent at a strange angle: "There is still breathing!" , shouldn't be dead yet."

Kleist squatted down immediately, holding his son's neck with his hands. Then he took out his wand and tapped it on his head, but no matter what he did, Anker ignored it.

There was a constant smile on his empty face, and he kept repeating a word, "More. More more"

Mance had never seen this before, and he lowered his voice and asked his men, "What is this, Inferi?"

"No, not like."

The subordinate shook his head: "The Yin Corpse is controlled by people, and it still retains its human form, but Anker Anker has no human form anymore. God knows what happened to him."

"It should be saved."

Mance asked with concern.

"Is there help!?"

As soon as the words fell, he seemed to be hit head-on by a running locomotive. Anker's father, the red-robed Kleist, strangled his neck without warning, and pressed him against the wall heavily, trembling with anger,

"Do you think he looks like he can be saved? You have to pay the price for this, little Muggle! It is obviously a simple capture mission, but you frequently make mistakes, and even cost precious wizard lives."

The wand rested on top of Mance's head, and the magic in the air made his scalp tingle.

Mance's throat was gagged before he could speak. At this time, his subordinates turned into turtles again, silent, honestly as quiet as the maids holding pots around them. They are all trying to eliminate their own sense of existence. Mance understood that even if the man in front of him killed him, he would not pay any price.

Between life and death, an old man in a green robe with a handkerchief came forward, grabbed Kleist's arm with his severed hand,

"Oh, Kleist, you are still as impatient as before. Don't worry, there will be something to do." The old man smoothed things over with a smile.

"How? He's already a corpse."

Kleist said angrily.

"A corpse can laugh? Can a corpse talk? Can laugh and talk, isn't it a normal person, right?"

The old man gave Mance a wink. In the world of wizards, due to years of continuous wars, the infiltration between countries has become more and more infiltrated. The old man in front of him is apparently a famous wizard in England, but in fact he has already defected to Germany. Become the secret minion of the Wizarding Association.

"He's not dead yet."

With all his strength, Mance spoke hoarsely under the iron palm of the red robe.

"But he has no soul!"

Kleist roared: "What's the difference between a soulless wizard and a dead person? It's just a beast under the control of instinct! A deformed monster that's even worse than a vegetable!"

"I, I can. Get his soul back"

Mance said with difficulty.

"What? Just you, a Muggle who doesn't even have magic, how can you make such a big talk."

"Can you let me go first?"

Mance's face turned liver-colored, and saliva couldn't stop dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Kleist raised his hand and shook it, and Mance was thrown to the ground like a broken sack, coughing continuously.

The green-robed old man beckoned, and several maids stepped forward, holding Mance's arms and helping him up from the ground.

After taking a few breaths, Mance pushed away the maid who was supporting him, and said palely, "I can't, but Grindelwald can. I know him. His magical power is unfathomable."

As soon as the words came out, the face of the old man in green robe changed. He frowned, and quickly patted Mance on the shoulder, signaling to him for some reason.

"Let's talk nonsense!" Kleist was furious. "You think I'm a three-year-old? Grindelwald has been locked up in his wizard tower for almost a whole year. No one has seen him during this time."

"This task was given to me by Grindelwald. He and I are very familiar." Mance shook his neck: "And if you want to save your son, you have no other choice but to trust me. Unless you have other There is a way to save him."

The surroundings became quiet, and all eyes were on the red-robed wizard.

Kleist's face was cloudy and cloudy. In the end, he looked at Anker who was still smiling mysteriously on the ground. The guy was still smiling, whispering, more

In the end, Kleist compromised, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay, I'll give you three days. After three days, at least let me see Grindelwald, otherwise, I'll take you to my son's funeral!"

Another place, the edge of an unknown cape.

Hoffa slowly woke up from the dream, and he returned to the deck of the lifeboat again, maintaining the same posture as before falling into the dream, with his head down on the deck.

The castle disappeared, and so did the dark meadows and the forbidden forest, and soberness broke through the chaos, like waking up from a big dream. The cool sea current mixed with the salty and bitter sea breeze blows against his face. Hoffa has never felt that the real world is so beautiful, and the precise laws of physics revealed in the turbulent sea current are so poetic and romantic.

Getting up, he saw the nun lying beside him, the sea breeze was blowing her hair, she whimpered and sniffled, slowly opened her eyes, and was about to wake up.

Slap.

There was a soft sound behind him.

Hoffa turned his head sharply.

Less than 20 centimeters behind them, there was a black unidentified object quickly crawling from the ship's side to the ocean.

Seeing that it was about to swim into the sea, Hoffa rushed over the boat like lightning, swiped his hand into the sea water, and caught it a second before it became watery. It abruptly pulled half of its body into the water and pulled it out of the sea.

The creature writhed frantically in his hands, tentacles flying and wrapping around Hoffa's face.

The magic power surged, and the sea water transformed into a crystal clear glass ball in Hoffa's hands, locking the unknown creature firmly in it.

The tentacles of its four limbs slammed on the glass frantically, making a furious gesture. But it has no effect, the deformed glass ball is much tougher than ordinary glass.

Hoffa held the glass ball in his hand and carefully looked at the creature he had never seen before.

Viewed from the front, it has no face, only a cloud of chaotic black smoke floating in its skull, and under the skull, there are several flying tentacles. This made him think of the most primitive fear, the fluttering tentacles and sharp mouths in the deep sea of ​​dreams.

Was it this little thing that brought the four of them unspeakable nightmares?

It's just that it's too small compared to the hundreds of meters giant monster seen in the dream seabed.

"what is that?"

Chloe woke up too, and she asked with concern.

"I don't know, but it's obviously a magical creature."

Holding the glass ball, Hoffa said wonderingly, "It's so strange, why are there magical creatures appearing in such a place."

"Shouldn't it be?"

"Of course, the appearance of magical creatures is always accompanied by wizards or wizard secrets. If they appear in some unknown underwater ruins, or some primitive wizard island in the Pacific Ocean, then I can still believe it.

But here, the English Channel, this civilized waterway that has long been occupied by various forces, why such a rare and strange unknown creature appears, I really don't understand. "

"Um"

Chloe thought for a while, "Will someone put it here on purpose to frame us."

"It's possible, who have you offended?"

Hoffa asked.

"I have never been out of the monastery since I was a child. You often run outside. Have you offended anyone?"

When Hoffa thought about it, it seemed that there were too many to count. However, if someone really wants to harm him, it shouldn't take such a lot of trouble. This creature doesn't seem to be owned by ordinary people.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head without a clue.

"Forget it, I'll keep this, maybe I can study it in the future." While speaking, a barb grew out of the glass ball, and he hung the glass ball around his waist, thinking that this was also a strange harvest.

"You have to be careful."

Chloe watched with some anxiety as he held the glass ball around his waist and kept a distance from it, as if afraid that the thing would break through the glass ball and drag her into that terrible nightmare again.

Hoffa nodded, and covered the glass ball with another layer of steel. This time, even the vibration disappeared.

The coastline of England can be vaguely seen in the distance. The real English Channel is so narrow, it is not the endless sea in the dream at all.

"What's the date today?"

Chloe asked.

Hoffa didn't know, he couldn't tell the time, and he couldn't pinpoint his position, just birds flying overhead and lots of silver flying fish gliding across the water.

He caught a glimpse of the birds and the whitebait, which were gathering and crackling on the surface, presumably feeding. There was some kind of rancid smell in the air, and Hoffa sensed something, so he started the lifeboat and rowed towards the place where the flock of birds gathered.

When they reached a piece of sea, those birds flew up, and some even pulled up their feces in the air, as if they wanted to drive away the intruders.

"Damn."

Hoffa propped up his shield, and then he saw something worse—it turned out that what the birds had eaten was a pale and swollen corpse.

When he turned over the corpse, he couldn't help but secretly sighed. Although his face and chest had been eaten away by shoals of fish and birds, it was still recognizable that this was Aldo's body.

He was right, in the real world, he was already dead.

Thinking of the adventure in the nightmare, Hoffa silently covered his face with his palm. "rest in peace."

After speaking, the magic power surged, and streams of water firmly imprisoned Aldo's body, turning it into a layer of ice coffin. The surface of the ice coffin was deformed again, turning into thick steel, and sank to the bottom of the sea with Aldo's body.

The nun stood beside him, gesticulating the Holy Trinity with her fingers on her chest and forehead. The expression is also quite emotional, that man once helped them in the nightmare.

After finishing all this, Hoffa said to the nun: "Aldo and Anker found us, which means that Mueller Mance has been tracking us before. He must have found the people on the cargo ship. We have to put They get them back, or they'll be taken to a concentration camp, where they're bound to die."

The nun was still looking at the sea with concern, but when she heard what Hoffa said, she was slightly taken aback, and looked at Hoffa in surprise.

"Don't look at me like that."

Hoffa waved his hand: "They were not planning to come to the UK, but I forced them to come here. I have to be responsible for their safety."

Chloe's eyes were bright, and she smiled happily, "Okay, shall we go back then?" She pointed to the sea behind her.

"No,"

Hoffa nuzzled towards the distant shoreline.

"It's impossible for their giant warships to stay at sea for too long, otherwise they will definitely be discovered by the British navy. If nothing happens, those people will definitely be on land, waiting for us to fall into the net."

"Then, isn't it right for us to go up like this?"

Chloe said worriedly.

"It doesn't matter."

Hoffa put on black metal gloves.

"I'll find them and take you all to London."