Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In 1942.

Outskirts of Paris, France.

In the abandoned factory buildings, huge chains hang down, and patches of mange-like mold grow on the yellow-brown walls of the factory buildings. All kinds of weapons are hung on the mold-dense wall. As small as pistols and daggers, as large as submachine guns, assault rifles...

Pieces of parchment were scattered on the ground. All kinds of mysterious and complicated designs were drawn on those parchments. Some of the pages were intact, and some were crumpled up.

In the corner, a dim light shone on a wooden table. On the wooden table are scattered pieces of parts and a black metal glove.

An old-fashioned radio on the table was playing an old-fashioned German song, Lily Marien, which was not very bright.

"Vor　der　Kaserne"

"Vor　dem　gro?en　Tor"

"Stand　eine　Laterne"

"Und　steht　sie　noch　davor"

"So　oll\'n　ir　uns　da　ieder　seh\'n"

"Ei　der　Laterne　ollen　ir　steh\'n"

"Ie　einst　Lili　Marleen..."

Listening to the song, the teenager behind the table was a little confused.

He looked at the crackling rain outside the window, where there seemed to be a pair of strange and familiar eyes looking at him.

This sense of being watched has lasted for several minutes, making him work unintentionally.

About five or six seconds later, he couldn't help but stand up, opened the window and looked out, but saw nothing.

"Working overtime for a long time...?"

Hoffa grumbled, rubbing his temples and returned to the table.

The "Lily Marlene" on the radio was still playing. He stretched out his finger and pressed the button, the channel was switched, and the German songs were broadcast in English.

"... On August 28, the Wizard Daily reported on the Muggle Battlefield in real time that European Jews were hunted down on a large scale, and anti-Semitism activities in France were growing day by day. The Ministry of Magic would like to remind you to continue to do a good job of defense. ....."

Click.

The hand stretched out again and debugged a few more times.

The English on the radio changed to German again.

"... On August 27th, the Imperial Wizarding Association inspected three private weapons factories in the north. The Wizarding Association once again reminded everyone who listened.

We strictly prohibit the use and possession of any unregistered weapons and alchemy creations. Violators will be fined more than five thousand gallons, or dementor kisses ranging from..."

Click.

The channel is switched again.

German became English again.

"... The latest report, the British Minister of Magic Leonard Spencer Muen will announce his resignation at the end of this month. The new Minister of Magic will be served by Fatiel Drasses. It is reported that France Tyre De La Cesus served as Wisengamao in 1923..."

Pop!

The **** of the radio was swiftly twisted.

The originally unclear broadcast sound became a completely disorderly sound of magnetic and magnetic current.

The brushing quill stopped writing, it stayed on the paper, and the ink stained a black spot on the parchment.

The teenager turned off the radio impatiently. He leaned on the chair and kept combing his hair with his hands. Appears restless. At the same time, Ruoyouruuo's sense of peep made him uneasy.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door.

He heard it and ignored it for the first time.

Boom!

Knock on the door to continue.

More intense.

"coming!"

Hoffa stood up abruptly and came to the door somewhat top-heavy. Pulled open the sight glass on the shabby iron door.

A short man in a raincoat stood outside the door, carrying a big woven bag.

It's Norbert Hagrid.

Seeing that it was him, the impatience on Hoffa's face was slightly reduced, he pulled the chain and opened the iron door.

The short man squeezed in and stuffed Hoffa with the woven bag in his hand.

"This **** weather, it's raining endlessly."

Noble complained loudly. He took off his rubber boots and poured rainwater out.

"Is anyone following?"

Hoffa asked as he locked the door while holding the woven bag.

"No."

Norbert picked up a pot of water, poured it out, and then touched his mouth: "Don't lock the door, we will go out soon."

Norbert finished taking off his poncho and rubber boots. He took his magic wand and tapped him. Suddenly, steam came out of his body like the head of a train.

"Go out, what's the matter?"

Through the steam, Hoffa keenly observed two more bruises and cracks on Norbert's right eye and cheekbone.

"There is something to deal with."

While talking indifferently, Norbert reached out and flipped through Hoffa's parchment on the table.

"Merlin's beard, are you really determined to learn alchemy...?"

"Where did you go?"

Hoffa interrupted Norbert and put the supplies on the table.

"It takes so long to buy supplies?"

"Eastern District, I took a job."

"Me or us?"

"We, us."

Norbert opened his mouth to the kettle and waved his hands indifferently.

Hoffa lifted his arms and looked unhappy: "My magic booster gloves have not been completely perfected yet, I am going out now?"

"Stay in this place all day, and you will be rotten too."

While speaking, Noble opened the drawer of the cabinet, pulled out a roll of tattered tissues from the mess of parts, and rubbed his cheekbones.

Hoffa looked on coldly.

Norbert: "It really won't work without you."

"Don't change the subject, did you mess up the transaction again?"

Hoffa looked bad.

"Shit!"

Noble took a transparent plastic bag from his pocket and threw it on Hoffa's face. Hoffa took it and saw that there were ten rolls of francs rolled into one by a rubber band in the bag, colorful.

"The transaction was an incredible success. The money is enough for us to spend until next year."

Hoffa just glanced at the bag of Muggle money and threw it aside. "Then do you want to explain this?"

He pointed to his cheek.

When the steam dissipated, Norbert said impatiently: "When I came back, I accidentally ran into two old dogs from Berlin. They beat me badly, and..."

Hoffa: "And?"

"They are Durant's men."

"Durant, the wolf of the Eastern Side?"

Hoffa frowned. "That intermediary from Germany?"

"Yes, that's the fool who stole our weapon. He knows I've been looking for him, and wants to be better."

Norbert wiped his face and spit on the ground.

Hoffa laughed: "He's quite clever."

"It's very clever, but too careless. You know, this time he was caught by my tail. In March of this year, he bought a bar in the East Side to recruit women who had escaped from the Jewish Quarter."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go."

Hoffa picked up the black and red mechanical glove from the broken parts.

This metal glove has bare copper wires and red paint, which looks quite hideous. He took a purple crystal from his pocket and inserted it into the card slot.

He put the glove on his arm, the glove squeezed the package and deformed, and wrapped his right hand in. Soon, the glove lit up with a faint green light, and the magic scale pointer on the back of his hand turned to 1X.

The magic watch presented by Principal Dipeter had been destroyed in the previous year's battle, but fortunately, at the end of the second grade, Dipeter gave him a book on construction technology. After more than a year of study, he has been able to develop some magic booster props himself.

Norbert took a pistol from the wall and stuck it around his waist.

Afterwards, the two went out together.

......

......

In Paris at the end of August, the air was mixed with high temperature and rain.

It was getting late, and it was raining lightly, and there were a lot of mosquitoes flying under the shabby lights on the side of the road. They were densely packed, almost obscuring the lights.

Some thick and thick pipes are scattered in the gloomy rain, and the huge demand brought by the war has made factories everywhere on this planet.

As he walked, Norbert chatted with Hoffa about his recent work:

"The leader of the underground anti-war organization in France wrote a letter today, saying that he wants to pre-order 500 alchemical guns. I wonder if I can recruit a few more people."

Hoffa: "If you trust it, look for it."

"After you come back today, you can contact Frank and ask him to send the ingredients by sea."

"Well."

Hoffa nodded, a little absent-minded.

"...Tell Frank that I want pure, impurity-free metals and potions, not inferior goods in dirty old bottles..."

As he walked, Norbert and Hoffa were talking about some things. When he said, Hoffa kept nodding, nodding, and he stood still and looked back.

Several figures in black robes appeared on the crude concrete road. They pulled a young woman in the rain and stuffed the struggling woman into a black Mercedes-Benz sedan.

Norber also saw this scene, and he immediately stopped Hoffa: "Don't be troublesome, it has nothing to do with us."

The car door slammed shut and galloped away in the rain.

Hoffa slowly turned his head: "It's nothing, you can keep talking."

Noble: "When we get back the weapon that Durant's stupid stole, we can recover at least the cost of five thousand gold gallons. If Durant dare not return us, we will kill him and take a copy. , That guy is quite rich..."

Norbert was muttering, suddenly, Hoffa thought of something and asked: "Does Grindelwald have any of our weapons?"

"No."

Noble looked around and said cautiously, "Boy, I don't care what mess you are thinking about. I warn you, now that you are still very young, don't think about doing it right with the Imperial Wizarding Association. giant......"

"Outpost."

Hoffa interrupted Norbert.

Noble looked up, and they came to a heavily armed outpost. There are a number of heavily loaded tanks parked here, and the towering walls are covered with barbed wire. The guard was a group of heavily armed German soldiers.

Noble's expression was constricted. In the middle of the twentieth century, the Third French Republic was destroyed. Before the establishment of the Fourth Republic in 1946, it was all occupied by Germany. To enter the city center, you must accept the interrogation of German soldiers.

Just as he was about to pass the outpost, a soldier stopped Norbert and Hoffa, and he asked in German: "What's the matter for so late?"

"Go to see family in the city."

Noble smiled only innocently, and put a roll of Mark in the soldier's hand without leaving a trace.

The soldier accepted the roll of Marks, still looking at Norbert up and down, and said coldly: "Certificates."

Norbert took a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over. The soldier glanced roughly, handed it back, and then turned his eyes to Hoffa, whose head was drooping.

"Where's his?"

The soldier asked.

"He is my son."

Noble hurriedly smiled and said, "I just came from Hamburg, and the documents are still being processed."

The corners of Hoffa's mouth twitched with his head drooping. He was no longer the Xiaobai who couldn't understand anything. After living in this dangerous world for so long, German had become his compulsory language.

"son?"

The soldier looked at the figures of the two men and said to Hoffa suspiciously, "Hold your head up."

Hoffa raised his head and smiled. The moment he raised his head, the golden light in his eyes went out and turned into ordinary black pupils.

The soldier with the gun stared at Hoffa in the rain for a while, then he waved his hand.

"Come on."

The outpost opened, and the two walked out.

Creak! ! !

But at this moment.

The dark night sky suddenly brightened, and a group of burning fire rushed out from a distance, accompanied by the harsh sound of track friction, tearing the night.

Hoffa turned his head subconsciously and saw that it turned out to be a Panther medium tank on fire. It was covered in orange flames, and its barrel was blown into bloom. It was like a dying beast on a rampage. It was about to be seen. People are dragged into hell.

The sense of danger refreshes my heart and spleen.

Hoffa did not hesitate to stand up and knocked down Norbert.

boom! !

The burning tank that did not know where it came from crashed heavily on the outpost. The ammunition stored in the outpost collided with the ammunition loaded by the tank. The explosion hit, and the oxygen in the air was instantly destroyed. Take time out.

Countless burning rubble splashed, Hoffa raised his hand to prop up the shield. The gravel hit the shield and failed to break through, but the huge shock wave still pushed him and Norbert directly out more than ten meters.

Chest tightness and shortness of breath. The severe tinnitus made Hoffa almost deaf for a while, and the night was as bright as day.

Then, the night sky, bright as daylight, was once again submerged by darkness in an instant. Some were swallowed invisible, leaving only a mess of cries for help.

Hoffa stumbled to his feet, his eyes regaining gold, and the wall of the sentry in front of him was half collapsed by the aftermath of the explosion. Several guards pushed Hoffa violently.

"Go! Go!"

Then he grabbed the pager and screamed: "Outpost 136, here is attacked..."