Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In the dim but spacious room, Aglaia sat on the bed and said grinning: "I have a plan."

Hoffa was even more wary: "Huh?"

Aglaia's voice was extremely subtle, and it tickled Hoffa's ears.

"I stole an order from my mother. There is a group of wizards in Heilzburg, Wales. They need a batch of medicine. I had nothing to do during the summer vacation and made that medicine."

Hearing what she said, Hoffa immediately wanted to get up and leave, but Aglaia quickly encircled him with eyesight and hands, almost pressing on him: "Hehehe...Let's do it."

"What?" Hoffa was sweating coldly.

"Sell medicine and go to Wales."

"Wales?"

"Yes. They are all medicines for injuries and illnesses. There was a wizard over there who issued a thousand gallons and asked our family to buy 500 pounds of medicines. If you want, we will send them together."

"How much to give?"

Hoffa was stunned.

"Shhh..."

Seeing Hoffa's voice a little louder, Aglaia immediately covered his mouth with excitement.

"Keep your voice down, don't let my mother hear it, I'll be dead if my mother hears it."

"Who sent it?"

Hoffa stared and lowered his voice.

"We, of course we send it."

"We? Smuggling drugs...I rub..." Hoffa was stunned: "Miss, you are afraid that you are not teasing me!? Five hundred pounds, do you carry it or me? "

"I have a Wuhen stretched backpack, what are you afraid of."

Aglaia shook Hoffa around: "Listen, after finishing this ticket, we have earned the first pot of gold in our lives, and we can drink spicy food deliciously..."

"You can go downstairs now and you can have a delicious and spicy drink." Hoffa sensibly exposed her lie.

"Different! Can it be the same?"

Aglaia kicked Hoffa barefoot in a hurry.

"Listen, Hoffa, you have to help me. If I stay in this place like this, I'm going crazy. A machine-like housekeeper, a machine-like maid, socializing without fun, and all day long with those boring people. Together, I'm almost reaching the limit..."

Hoffa's eyes widened: "Why are you looking for me!?"

Aglaia: "Please, you don't think I'm here for you to eat cake."

Hoffa's eyes widened: "Asshole, I'm here for my classmate's birthday. Why don't you come to eat the cake?"

"If you want to eat cake, I will send it to you now."

Hoffa looked at her in disbelief: "What kind of business, what kind of shit, you just want to play, don't you?"

"Yes, take me to play." Aglaia said confidently, "Wales, Ireland, New Zealand, whatever he is, as long as he is not here."

"No." Hoffa categorically refused. "If something goes wrong with your identity, you can't afford to sell me."

"Hey!" Aglaia was anxious: "You are the youngest Animagus in history, and you are the one who released the legendary shield curse. You can't bear this."

"Oh, how did your blind trust come from."

Hoffa spread his hands: "I'm just a poor wizard without a magic wand."

"Buy another one. As long as you take me out, I will buy you another magic wand every minute."

"Give up." Hoffa said lazily, "I've been to Ollivander's house long ago, and there is no magic wand suitable for me. I can't let it out with those wands."

Aglaia was upset. She sat cross-legged on the bed and pursed her mouth very uncomfortably: "Hoffa~Have you brought a birthday gift? I remember that someone said at Christmas that the gift was made up for the birthday. ."

Hoffa turned his head awkwardly, unwilling to look directly at those blue eyes.

Aglaia knelt on the bed and moved her knees to the other side: "Look at you, I haven't had a happy birthday for a long time. Let you take me out to play. You still push me out. Do you think I am a friend?"

"You come here less!"

Hoffa pushed her away and sneered: "I guessed that you didn't feel good about asking me to come to your house. It seems that you didn't feel good about letting me go to work in Saint Mungo."

Aglaia: "Hoffa, you are the best."

"It's no use flattering. You die, you are fighting outside. If you want to go out with me, first ask your mother to agree."

After Hoffa finished speaking, he walked out the door without looking back. At this moment, he felt that he was possessed by Osivia's soul, and the woman changed herself.

But when he held the doorknob, a faintly cold snort came from behind him: "The medical bills, you pay for it yourself."

Hoffa shook his head and asked, "What medical expenses?"

Aglaia gave a smile that looked like a devil: "Injury to Corrigan Bolton, as well as the cost of his treatment, as well as the subsequent criminal responsibility, judicial proceedings, you handle it yourself."

Hoffa: "hat?"

"Go out, I won't know you after this door, you either take me out of this house, or just wait for the black-hearted capitalists to squeeze it out."

Hoffa abruptly stopped.

Agleia lay his head on his side and lay on his side on the bed. He scratched his right thigh with his left toe in an extremely shameless manner. He said with a strange emotion: "You are responsible for beating people. A few times, hey, that place, I don’t want to go the second time after going there once."

Hoffa groaned: "...you old witch..."

"Hee hee, look at it~"

Aglaia sat up, spread her hands happily, and said with a smile: "My friend is still useful, isn't it?"

Hoffa stopped speaking, he was silent, and Ruoyouruwu shouted from downstairs.

"...Honey, are you ready?"

Aglaia walked to the door, patted Hoffa and whispered: "Then, let's go smuggling drugs together, earning him thousands and tens of thousands of gallons, hehehe..."

Hoffa frowned and looked at her idiot face without answering.

Called from downstairs: "My dear..."

Aglaia showed an impatient expression. She opened the door and shouted sweetly below: "Okay, here it comes!"

After shouting, she quickly ran to the bed, put her high heels around her feet, then took out a small pearl bag from under the pillow, adjusted the silver jewelry on her head, and said to Hoffa: "Now you go to eat below. Cake, remember to wait for my signal."

"What signal?"

Hoffa asked coldly.

The answer to him was a bang.

Aglaia carried her skirt, closed the door and went out.

......

......

Hoffa stayed in the room alone. After three seconds, he grabbed his hair angrily: "Damn it!"

Aglaia's sudden and willful request made Hoffa not upset. He really wanted to go out and search for the wizard's secret realm, but he didn't want to bring an oil bottle with him.

If she were Miranda, Hoffa might have asked for it, because Miranda is strong enough and calm enough to be a good helper.

But Aglaia is not a good candidate for teammates. Although she is not bad in strength, she is too easy to get ahead. At first, it was like drinking fake wine. God knows if she is getting better now.

He was shocked, not wanting to go to the party in a hurry, so he just wandered around in Aglaia's room for a while.

At this time, Ruoyoruowu's air defense sirens came from a distance. He walked to the window and leaned on the eaves of the window to look out. In the dark blue sky, there were dense dark clouds, and in those clouds, there were some faintly. The fire shines.

It's an airplane.

In 1940, I was afraid that the German Muggle was already planning an air war against the United Kingdom. His memory of history was not clear, but he knew that London would be bombed on a large scale in the past two years.

He didn't know when it was exactly. I don't know if the wizards' gathering place will be bombed in this world, and the wizards will participate in these Muggle wars.

But the only certainty is that this will not be safe everywhere, and Aglaia, this guy, really picks the time.

After watching for a while, the air defense alarm in the distance was gradually lifted.

(Why don't you make a short report with her mother...)

At the moment the alarm was lifted, a thought suddenly came to Hoffa's mind. He thought that anyway, Aglaia had given himself so many short reports when he was in the first grade, or he would be the second or fifth son of Murong.

He grinned smirkly, turned and opened the door, and went downstairs.

As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs, he heard a determined voice coming from downstairs.

(...The more this kind of time is, the more it is necessary for everyone in the family to unite. The family’s plan for transformation of the industry is not for a while. The benefits of this transformation for the future are immeasurable, but the cost and pain of reform are Only by working together can we take it down...)

Downstairs, the birthday party is being held. Standing on the third floor, Aglaia’s mother was still giving a speech below, but the content of the speech had nothing to do with Aglaia’s birthday. Most of them are the strategic policies of some families in this era.

In order not to cause embarrassment, Hoffa wandered to the corner of the hall with a ghost and sat down.

When he saw Aglaia’s mother giving a speech, Aglaia herself was talking to several men and women of the same age, who should be her childhood playmates or relatives and friends.

At the end of the speech, everyone applauded. Then, those who came to the party in well-dressed began to turn around, talking and chatting with each other, but almost everyone talked about business.

Medicine, arms, real estate, immigration...

Gradually, Hoffa began to feel something was wrong.

He had never seen such a birthday party.

Indeed, as Agleia said, her mother was just looking for a reason to gather the people of those families together. The huge birthday cake is placed in the center of the hall, but not many people care about it, it is just a display.

Not many people remember or care about the original meaning of this birthday party.

Hoffa held up a glass of water in a bit of astonishment, took a sip, and silently observed the surroundings.

The more you look at him, the deeper the frown, and there is only an endless exchange of information around him. Adult conversations that were extremely complex, these voices were like flies, buzzing in his ears.

Aglaia was talking and laughing with a group of men and women of the same age in the hall. She had a happy expression, but there were irritability and impatience hidden deep in her eyes. She looked around with her eyes from time to time.

It wasn't until she saw Hoffa who was drinking quietly in the corner, that she was a little settled.

While Hoffa was drinking water, a woman sat in front of him.

Hoffa was taken aback and put down the glass.

The visitor was wearing a black dress and black gloves on her hands. It was Agleia's mother. After the speech, she did not discuss business with others, but sat in front of Hoffa. Staring at him without blinking.

She has blue ghost-like eyes exactly like Aglaia, very beautiful.

But Hoffa could see the subtle crow's feet in the corners of the opponent's eyes. This was a woman in her thirties. She was well maintained, but she still couldn't resist the traces of the passage of time.

"Hello Auntie."

Although she didn't know her purpose, out of politeness, Hoffa wanted to stand up and say hello. However, this movement was stopped by her wave of hands.

"Don't be restrained, your name is Hoffa Bach, right?" the woman asked directly.

"Yes it is."

"This suit is quite suitable for you." She said, "It should be my husband's clothes when he was young."

"Thank you." Hoffa put his hands together in a polite manner, looking very obedient.

But Aglaia's mother did not relax because of his performance, her eyes turned to Hoffa's ears.

"Did you fight it yourself?"

Hoffa touched his silver earrings and smiled a little embarrassingly. Speaking of it, his image did have the taste of a bad boy, although that was not his intention.

"A friend gave it." He replied.

"Is the hair dyed too?"

Hoffa was taken aback and shook his head.

Elise raised her eyebrows noncommittal, obviously not very convinced, she said: "In the past two years, I have often heard Aglaia mention you. She always talks to me about a rival in the school. I am curious. Who can be her enemy."

Hoffa's lips twitched twice when he heard the words.

"Why don't you go play with them?" the woman asked, pointing to Aglaia who was chatting with the crowd.

Hoffa looked at the crowd and shook his head: "I don't understand what they are talking about."

"I don't understand or don't want to understand."

The woman's eyes were slightly sharper.

Hoffa was stunned.

The woman smiled and waved her hand: "I also graduated from Ravenclaw, and I was very proud when I was young."

"That's it." Hoffa scratched his head, thinking that the academy seems to be hereditary.

"I heard Jacob tell me about the hospital."

The woman suddenly changed her conversation, and Hoffa immediately sat upright without being muddled.

"I......"

"That's not a big deal. It's normal to have friction between employees. It's just that, it's not a big deal after all.

(Hoffa frowned slightly, this woman is more powerful than Aglaia, and she never gave herself a chance to interrupt.)

"I see." Hoffa said restrainedly, and he didn't want to continue this topic.

The woman nodded, her expression softened, she looked at the daughter in the crowd, her eyes overflowing with love:

"Aglaia is a very well-behaved girl, I think she probably doesn't want to see this happen."

Hoffa was drinking water at the time, and he almost squirted the water when he heard this.

They all say that they know the daughter Mo Ruomu, but this woman really knows her daughter? Or is there a disagreement between them in understanding the word clever?

"How long have you not talked to her face to face?" Hoffa asked.

Elise turned her head and frowned: "What?"

"It's nothing." Hoffa shook his head.

"What about your parents?" She changed the subject and seemed to want to have a chat with Hoffa.

"Uh...none of them."

"Grow up in an orphanage?"

"Almost." Hoffa said dryly. He felt that there was some interrogation in the other party's words.

"Which one?"

"Wu's Orphanage."

"Ms. Cole takes care of you?"

Mrs. Cole? Hoffa thought for a long time before finding out the person's name in his memory.

He finally understood that the things that Aglaia's mother asked him had probably been investigated clearly, but he had to ask again, what is this? Do you test your honesty?

Hoffa's attitude became cold. "What do you want to say, I listen to it with all ears."

She said politely: "Sorry, I am a straightforward person. But as a mother, I always hope that the child can live in a stable environment. I hope you will not fight casually in the future, can you guarantee it?"

Frozen for about three seconds.

Hoffa finally understood what the other party was coming from. She regarded herself as an unstable factor, so she came over and talked to herself.

The glass was pushed aside, Hoffa looked at each other without blinking, and asked, "Why is Agleya still at Hogwarts?"

Elise: "What?"

Hoffa: "I mean, based on your family background, arranging a transfer shouldn't be a difficult task. Since you think it's very unstable here, why not just send her to the United States. Isn't there a magic school there too? "

Elise probably didn't expect that this young boy who seemed to be young was surprisingly calm, and that it was completely different from the violent boy she had expected.

"Does this have anything to do with what we are talking about?"

"You care about your daughter's safety, I understand. But you don't want to let her go to a safe place. Why is that?"

There was a moment of silence.

The woman's body was tight, and she said in a deep voice: "She is too young to live outside for the time being. She should stay with her family, and if she wants to go, she will also go together."

"You don't want to give up her company."

Hoffa said sharply: "I am frank, she may not like you so much."

Elise stood up abruptly, her expression was very cold but suppressed with anger. Several men chatting around were stunned. They stopped their business chats, looking at the young woman in black with some wonder and fear.

Hoffa felt that if she hadn't cared about face, she might have driven herself out immediately.

Elise: "A 13-year-old boy will teach me how to take care of the child?"

The thought of having a good chat gradually faded away, and Hoffa sighed secretly. Every family had a hard-to-read scripture.

He gave up the idea of ​​telling Aglaia's careful thoughts to her, the mother Ravenclaw in front of him was a bit too much.

Staring at Hoffa for a few seconds, she seemed to suppress her anger and wanted to say something.

However, at this moment, all the lights in the hall suddenly went out after hearing a light crackling from the top upload.

The surroundings were plunged into darkness.