Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"5 of spades."

"Big you, Plum Blossom 10."

"K, press on."

"Ace of spades, you lose."

"Don't do useless work, square piece A."

"Oh, **** it!"

In the dim cell, a few goblins were playing cards around the table. But when they were playing cards, a vague quarrel came from next door.

......

(Blame you, blame you!)

(You blame me? If it weren't for your stupid idea, we would have fallen to this point.)

(If you didn't hurt Kerrigan Bolton, they would shut us down?)

(If you didn't let me stay in the hospital, how could I hurt him?)

(No matter, I rely on you, I rely on you!)

......

The few fairies at the poker table could tolerate at first, but gradually, the arguing became louder and louder. One of the fairies who had lost money threw their cards angrily and stood up: "Enough, those two little ones The wizard is noisy to death."

"Don't worry, let them go."

The fairy who wins and smokes put his arms around Jin Jialong, smashed his mouth, and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we don't kill people, it doesn't matter to us."

"Huh, both are idiots."

The female fairy took out two Jin Jialong and threw them on the table: "One more game."

So they started a new round of playing cards, but the quarreling over there did not stop at all.

(Boom, boom!)

"What sound." The female fairy was startled and looked behind her.

"Fighting? The relationship between these wizards is really fragile."

A goblin said coldly: "No wonder the war is going on every day."

......

(boom!)

(what!!)

A sharp scream followed behind him.

(Do you dare to hit me, do you dare to hit me)

(It’s you!)

(Ah, you let go!)

(Smelly girl, I have endured you for a long time)

......

The four card-playing goblins fell silent. They looked at each other, and the battle seemed a bit more intense than they thought.

The banshee took the lead in grabbing the lantern and said, "Let's take a look."

The four fairies stood up and walked quickly to the cage. When they reached the cage, they were stunned. The two little wizards who were kept in the cell by them fought together for some unknown time, and the two of them fought together. Insult the opponent verbally and physically hurt the opponent on one side.

The girl was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, and ten blood stains were caught on the boy's face. The two stared at each other fiercely, flaring their teeth and dancing.

The ground was sprinkled with blood, and the legs of tables, chairs and benches were broken everywhere.

"Let go!"

The female fairy screamed: "Quickly, go in and pull the boy away. The boy has a tendency to violence."

Three male elves rushed into the cell and forcibly tore apart the two who were fighting each other.

Without saying anything, he drew out chains to tie Hoffa together.

A stream of electric current flowed through the chain, and the electric Hoffa's scalp was numb.

But it was limited to the numbness of the scalp, because he had thunderbird magic power in his body. This electric current was undoubtedly tickling to him, and even quite refreshing, but he had to pretend to be electrocuted to death. Rolling on the ground, rolling his eyes, drooling at the corners of his mouth, and his body twitching.

At this moment, Aglea, with a blue nose and a swollen face, suddenly grabbed the banshee, grabbed her clothes, and swayed and cried:

"Take me away, take me out of here, hurry up! You can do anything you want me... I'm fed up with this lunatic!"

The female goblin kicked Hoffa and said angrily: "Shut up, be friends with this kind of person, your own vision is bad enough!"

Aglaia burst into tears, and she even tried to wipe tears on the banshee's shoulders. She was in a state of mental breakdown caused by excessive stress.

A trace of contempt flashed on the banshee's face, she pushed Aglaia away, but still said: "Take her to the treatment, look after her, don't let her escape."

A few male elves got orders, carried Aglea, and quickly walked out of the cell.

Only Hoffa and the banshee were left in the cage. The banshee rubbed her chin, circled around the bound Hoffa, and fumbled around him for a while.

Suddenly asked: "Are you making a horrible idea?"

Hoffa sipped it.

It flew into a rage and kicked Hoffa's head: "Forgive you for not dare, wait to feed the dragon. Rubbish."

After kicking and banging on Hoffa for a while, it lifted the lantern and strutting out of the cell. The cage was locked again, and the surroundings fell into darkness and silence.

The current on the chain gradually disappeared, and Hoffa struggled. Did not break free.

He opened his mental force field, the ground began to squirm, and three iron palms grew out of the ground like mushrooms. The palms opened, and the palms actually held a golden key.

That was the key to this cage. Aglaia stole it from the banshee when he was performing a miserable drama. I have to say that this guy really has the talent to be a thief.

He originally wanted Agleia to steal the key, divert the goblin's attention, and then he opened the cage and then went to find her, and the two left Heilzburg together.

It's just being **** with a chain by the goblin, which is not in his plan.

Now it is less than three minutes before the next spray of the Forbidden Magic Potion arrives. After three minutes, he will definitely lose his magic power again, and the female fairy will soon find out that his key has been stolen.

There must be a quick fight.

Because his hands were bound, he could only use the mental force field to control the key on the ground to unlock the chain on his body.

This is a great test for Hoffa's magical control. He had previously controlled his opponents with broken grips and had never performed such subtle and precise operations.

Not to mention that the keyhole on the chain is only a few millimeters in diameter. It is an extremely painful thing to control the transformation technique to grasp the key.

There was no nerve on the ground. He couldn't control his strength at all. Be lighter, the key fell on the ground and had to be picked up again. If he was heavier, the key made of pure gold was immediately bent.

This feels no less than controlling a claw machine to catch an egg. Coupled with the darkness around it, the difficulty can be imagined.

There are only two minutes left.

The trembling iron hand on the ground didn't mean to aim at the keyhole at all. It slid around the keyhole, just couldn't get in.

hateful! Why lock yourself up.

Hoffa struggled, the cold sweat on his forehead falling drop by drop.

He took a deep breath and entered a state of meditation. Although meditation greatly improved the spirit, this time, it was still not enough for the fine operation.

At this moment, he began to miss his magic wand so much, it was as easy to control as his own arm. If his wand is still there, he can easily transform it into any shape. Even the key...

There was only one minute left until the next forbidden magic potion.

Hoffa didn't even touch the door of the room to escape, and the anxiety in his heart can be imagined.

Thirty seconds before the arrival of the potion.

At this moment, in the calm sea of ​​knowledge, a face emerged from the water and quickly began to split.

Hoffa was in a daze, and the dazzling colors flashed past his eyes, all emotions were quickly cut off, and he became strangely indifferent.

The hard-to-manipulate iron hand on the ground instantly became like his own palm. It was inserted into the keyhole neatly and opened the chain, the precision was unimaginable.

At the same time, at the top of the dark cell, the shower head opened again, and the forbidden spray with a subtle bitter almond smell arrived as scheduled.

Hoffa broke the chains and stood up, the wound on his face healed quickly under the activated skin, and he moved his head. He pinched his nose, picked up the key, and quickly opened the cell door.

After running out of the forbidden magic potion, the sense of indifference disappeared, and Hoffa glanced at the key in his palm, slightly stunned.

What's this, is too much pressure causing you to break through the limit? He obviously doesn't have enough mental power to control the key, why is it suddenly enough?

After thinking for a long time, he also checked his body, but found nothing unusual.

Having found nothing, he turned his head and the ghost wandered and disappeared into the material world, following the wave of Aglaia's magical power to find it.

......

These goblins probably have a natural habit of caves, they have built these caves in all directions, and the structure is extremely complicated.

Different caves are filled with different things, magic materials, magical creatures, and even Muggle controlled items, guns, and poppies. These fairies really do any business.

After walking through the cave for a few minutes, Hoffa saw the female fairy who had imprisoned herself.

It was carrying a lantern, and walking forward twisting left and right, not knowing the guy who was approaching quickly behind him.

When Hoffa was almost five meters away from her, it noticed something was wrong and turned its head sharply. Carrying a lantern and shining it everywhere.

He touched his waist with his palm, searched in his pocket for a few seconds, and found that the key was missing.

Hmm...how...

Its expression changed, and it was about to rush back almost immediately. As soon as he turned his head, a slender palm stretched out from behind, holding down the head of the banshee with two pony tails.

It saw a pair of pale golden eyes behind him. The guy came around behind him somehow. It wanted to scream, but his mouth was covered. Hoffa released his hand and caught the falling lantern in the hand of the banshee.

Faintly said: "I'm sorry."

The goblin's head came into close contact with the wall next to him, and he passed straight into a coma.

Speaking of the lantern, Hoffa looked around.

At this moment, he has walked out of the location of the cell in the cave. The surroundings are no longer as primitive as the prison cells, and these fairies are also quite sophisticated about where they live. This is a rectangular hall with beveled corners, twenty meters long, six meters wide, and more than ten meters. The ceiling is decorated with Arabic patterns, emitting a bright and soft magical light, illuminating the collection in this room.

There are about thirty famous paintings by masters decorating the walls with carved patterns. The format of the picture frames is the same, and each picture is separated by a shining shield-shaped board. Hoffa has also seen some extremely valuable paintings, some of which have also been admired in the junior high school art textbooks of his previous life.

Van Gogh's starry night, Monet's church, the unknown woman painted by Titian...I don't know if it is a genuine product or a counterfeit.

Although this is not a good time to appreciate the paintings, he still carried the lantern to turn around the paintings for a while. After all, he had never seen so many paintings piled together.

Among them, Hoffa saw that in the center of these fairy collections, there was a huge oil painting, which was much larger than the oil paintings around him.

In that oil painting, the colors are so gorgeous that at first glance Hoffa thought it was an abstract painting drawn by a certain madman. But a closer look reveals that it is not.

In the painting is a huge and colorful dragon, its shape is distorted and weird. Sitting on the top of the cliff, surrounded by nothingness and paleness, the dragon looked lonely and looked like it was not worthwhile on earth.

Hoffa didn't know why he could see human emotions from the dragon's face. He didn't know at all, but there is no doubt that this oil painting conveyed such feelings to him.

Looking at it, Ruo Ruo Wu's voice came from a distance,

(That little girl is not bad, she should be of Veeva descent.)

(Yes, let me say that Ralf should sell her, maybe she can sell it for a good price.)

Hoffa was startled, and immediately extinguished the lantern and hid away. Hearing the voice, but no one came for a long time, Hoffa straightened up and slowly slipped to the place where he was speaking. Turning the corner, I found that the two fairies who had previously played cards were standing near a room chatting.

"Selling money, she can't sell it. Recently, the wizards abroad have all learned their skills, and they like to play some bartering scenes. It seems that they don't need Jin Jialong anymore."

"real or fake?"

"Like you? Some time ago, a group of Eastern wizards exchanged fireballs for a batch of medicine."

"Huh, get a bunch of dragons back. If there are no treasures to guard, what's the point? There are fewer and fewer people buying our insurance. This month's income has dropped by 30% compared to last month!"

"After all, the potions are not enough. The wizards are not fools. Seeing that our medicines are getting less and less, they are not fooled."

"Not fooled? Huh, next time you talk to Griphook, let it take away the group of protesting wizards, don't interfere with our business here."

"Where to pull it?"

"Let them go to Gringotts to get medicine, throw them underground, save the money and buy fodder for the fire dragons."

"But if those family members come up, wouldn't it be troublesome?"

"Just say it was the Germans who killed them. Who cares if thousands of people have died this year."

Hoffa stayed beside and listened for a while without saying a word. He knew that capital was chasing profits, but he found that he still greatly underestimated the cold-blooded ruthlessness of these fairies. These guys actually traded medicines for fire dragons from other countries, and then used fire dragons to guard the treasure. Even take the wizard to feed the dragon. Unbelievable, it really confirms the old saying of the East, if it is not my race, its heart must be different.