Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

One month later.

London, Westminster, Strand Street.

The sky at four o'clock in the morning was still not bright, the fog rose above the river, and a long, narrow wooden boat slowly passed by.

The dizzy lights of the white ship dazzled the dark waterway, the hull of the ship slapped the water surface, making a rhythmic rustling sound, and the two men sat on the wooden boat, sleepy.

One of them was tall and thin, lying prone on the cargo, napping, and the other was slightly fat. He sailed the boat while smoking a pipe one after another.

At this time, a roar of planes in the sky passed by, and the fat man sailing the boat was startled and immediately parked the boat under the mansion on the shore.

On the banks of the river, there are row upon row of tall churches and mansions. The owners are mostly British high-levels, but most of them have now been evacuated. Only a few empty abandoned houses were left leading to the water gate of the Thames.

With the roar of the plane, an oval beam of light swept across the river surface, like a spotlight on a black stage, the spot of light was close to the river surface, sweeping over the surrounding buildings, and soon returned to silence.

Seeing the plane disappear into the sky, the man lying on the cargo breathed a sigh of relief: "It's almost there, Weasley."

"Almost." The fat man pinched out his pipe.

"Really, the guard is so strict."

The lanky man murmured: "These Muggles make it the same as the German hunt for Jews. We should install a flyway net in the safe house so that it is easier to get the goods."

"Install Floo Net?" The man snorted coldly, "Then how do you pay taxes, and how do you explain that a group of wizards have opened a Muggle restaurant with Merlin's beard. I don't want to deal with the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh.............."

The thin and tall man obviously had nothing to say. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Is the boss awake?"

"He never got up after five o'clock." The fat man said.

"It's amazing, I couldn't do this when I was young."

The man glanced at the cargo on the ship and complained: "It's just that I made 20 pounds this month, and the ingredients are getting more and more expensive. God knows how long this shop can be open. If the boss still insists on checking the free food, we really It may not last long."

"In these days, no amount of money is useless. It would be nice to survive. I think the boss has an idea, and the wizard opens a shop for Muggles. How many people dare to do this?"

"Courage is indeed big." The thin man said: "If the Ministry of Magic knows that we are taking Muggle Apparitions to other countries, it is estimated that everyone in the shop will have to go to Azkaban for four or five years."

"What are you afraid of, clean your hands and feet, and use the forgetting spell every time you smuggle, who will find out?"

The fat man said lightly: "Besides, the boss is just interested in opening a store. If you don't like it, you can leave at any time."

"Hey, forget it." The thin tall man immediately denied: "I'm just talking casually. The boss is still good..."

While talking, the boat leaned against a small church on the river bank and stopped. There are piles of high gravel here, which at first glance is the place that was unfortunately bombed.

The two wizards carried the goods and stepped on the wooden bridge, making a pedaling sound.

Entering the church, the fat man drew out his wand and muttered a few spells. The dilapidated stone wall in front of him split on both sides.

This is the basement of the church, and it's dark outside, but the basement of the church is brightly lit, and there are a few tables on the ground. In the corner there was a flaming fireplace flame. There are a dozen deep gates on the wall, leading to different rooms.

There were a lot of scaffolding erected at the door of each room, and several wizards climbed up and down in the meantime, holding magic wands to patch up places bombed by Muggle planes.

Under a decapitated statue in the center of the basement of the church, there is a large wooden counter. A young man is sitting behind the counter, holding parchment in front of several large books, writing and drawing.

He has gray hair, pale golden eyes, a thin figure, and is dressed in a very ordinary shirt and overalls, and he is dressed no different from an ordinary mason on the construction site.

Joseph stepped forward and said to Hoffa, who was sitting behind the counter, "Boss, I bought things."

The boy looked up, saw the two of them, and said hello with a smile: "Yo, Joseph, Leon, you have worked hard."

The young man was Hoffa. After returning from Heilzburg, he was interrogated by the Ministry of Magic a dozen times. He had no job and no source of income. There was only fifty gallons left over from last year.

However, he has a few more subordinates inexplicably, and it may be wrong to say that it is a subordinate, maybe it should be called a follower or a friend.

Among the wizards saved by him in Heilzburg, five did not go to other places, but stayed by his side, unable to drive them away. Especially the salesman from Weasley's family, staying beside him when he said anything.

As for why, to use Joseph’s words, he feels "secure" with himself.

At the beginning, Hoffa was speechless. No matter where he swayed in London, there were a few big guys walking behind him, which made him very ashamed.

But gradually, he got used to it. He will not apparate, and there is no good place to go. They simply accepted them and formed a wizarding organization in the form of a group of wandering rock bands with them.

A group of people have to eat together, and the food outside is extremely expensive due to the outbreak of the war. In order to solve the problem of eating, a group of people found an abandoned church that had been bombed in London and temporarily settled down.

Since Hoffa had worked in the Broke Cauldron Bar last year and was a waiter, he knew a little about the operation of the restaurant, and he also had some money earned by working, so he proposed to open a restaurant.

At first he thought very simply, since there is a shortage of food, he should open a restaurant. Anyway, if you eat yourself, you can eat, and if you make one more serving, you can eat as well. If you can make a little money, it’s a little money.

Unexpectedly, because of the war, nine out of ten restaurants in London could not be opened. The restaurants opened by Hoffa survived unexpectedly although the environment was not good. Not only survived, but even opened up the lodging business and became an underground hotel.

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"Have you got all the books?" Hoffa put down his work and looked at Joseph.

"Well, according to what you said, they are all second-hand."

After speaking, Joseph handed over the bundle of books, and said to the tall thin man next to him: "Leon, go and prepare some food. Work will start right away."

The chef did not leave, he asked triumphantly: "Boss, do you have anything you want to eat today? I got a lamb chop from the farm."

"No, just like everyone else." Hoffa refused.

Over the past month, he has been jokingly called the boss. Hoffa thinks this title is ashamed, but the people around him call him happy, probably because they think it's fun to call a minor boss.

"OK then......"

The cook named Leon shrugged, hooked the backpack with his feet, floated the bag of food with a floating spell, and walked to the second basement.

After sending off the cook, Joseph lay on the counter and asked in a low voice: "Hoffa, although a bit talkative, I still want to ask, are you going back to Hogwarts this year?"

"Nonsense, if you don't go back, I will let you help buy books?"

While looking at the old books, Hoffa pointed the school notice to the course catalog without looking up.

"But our hotel has just started, you are leaving?"

"So what, I didn't do anything here." Hoffa didn't look up. "I can neither cook nor settle accounts. I just gave out fifty gallons."

"But you can stabilize their emotions." Joseph said firmly.

Hoffa: "Huh? I still have this function."

Joseph pointed to the wizards on the scaffolding and said:

"Listen, these people are here to help because you saved them. If you leave. This shop will definitely be gone."

Hoffa felt amused: "Please, it's you, not me, who saved them. I just helped."

While talking, he put books and luggage in the box. Today is August 31st, and he will return to Hogwarts tomorrow. Speaking of which, he can't wait.

This summer vacation was too long. First, I worked at St Mungo’s Hospital, and then went out to take risks in the Aglaia Pit. Later, I was dragged by the Ministry of Magic and questioned nearly ten times, and finally opened an underground restaurant in London... ...In contrast, life at Hogwarts is nothing short of vacation!

But as soon as Bao was half-packed, Joseph stopped in front of him again: "Listen, Hoffa, I don't have your legendary character. What they need is not me."

"What the hell, it's legendary." Hoffa laughed. "You see too much."

"My son is seventeen years old, and he is still eating and waiting to die in San Catchpole. You are only thirteen years old, but you can open an underground hotel in war-torn London. This is an incredible thing. They need you. , I need a legend like you..."

Before Joseph finished speaking, the gong sounded.

Dangdang!

Hearing the sound of the gong, the group of wizards busy on the scaffolding immediately put away their wands and climbed down the scaffolding. Pretending to be like a Muggle casually.

After a while, a group of people in dressing gowns walked out of the cubicles around the underground restaurant. Among them were men and women, old and young. The oldest was 60 or 70, and the youngest was less than 10 years old. .

The food delivery ports of the cooking and dining rooms were opened, and a strong fragrance emerged from them.

Everyone rushed to the cabinet where the tableware was placed, and people came and went, and they kept saying hello to Hoffa.

"Yo, boss, morning."

"Boss, how come your room is repaired so quickly?"

"Don't you know magic."

"Haha..."

"What a great young man..."

With an awkward and polite smile, Hoffa dealt with it one by one.

While those residents were joking with the cook, they scooped their food from the steaming bowl to their personal dishes, and then went to the long table to find a seat they liked.

After saying hello to the tenants, Joseph posted it again and whispered: "See, these Muggles didn’t greet me at all, they were all greeting you. It’s okay for a man in his thirties to open a hotel. It’s strange. But it’s different for thirteen-year-olds. People in this era need a bit of legendary people to make them fantasize and keep them confident. If you are leaving, our business will at least lose... .."

"Thank you!!" Hoffa interrupted the other's tirade, covering his ears:

"Wow, you are worthy of selling insurance. You slapped up a kit. But I have to go to school. As for the store, it should be fine if you have you. If you can't, just install a flyway net. I'll be back at Christmas. trip."

After speaking, Hoffa did not give Joseph any more chance to speak, he closed the box and left the counter. Went for breakfast.

Joseph turned around on the spot, sighed, and ran after him.

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After breakfast, Hoffa started his work on the last day of the summer vacation. His job content was very simple, no different from that in St Mungo.

Registered guests, if someone wants to stay in the hotel, Hoffa assigns them to different rooms.

It's easy, but it's a bit boring. Speaking of which, he can only do this. Although he said he could serve the plate, he was scolded privately by Joseph, saying that he didn't know how to be a boss...

People come and go in underground hotels. Due to the German bombing, there are many refugees displaced in London. Some people drag their families to seek asylum, some want to find a relationship and smuggle to other countries, and some just come here to fill their stomachs.

Hoffa’s business actually does not charge a lot. The accommodation is small and the food is free. He can only make a small profit when those rich people who want to smuggle to other countries come over.

Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, Hoffa was busy until the evening, at which time the hotel's guests gradually decreased.

He stretched his waist, prepared to rest early, and set off for school tomorrow.

However, at this time, the sliding door leading to the surface was opened, and a girl with a backpack swayed in.

She wears round-frame glasses, a light blue shirt, and a small wooden sculpture hanging on her chest.

Hoffa was still yawning behind the counter, but when he saw the girl looking around, he straightened up and shouted in surprise: "Huh, Miranda!"