Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The gunfire went out, and the wriggling stone hands on the body slowly receded. The midnight moonlight shone through the glass of the church on the floor tiles, and the blood mixed with rain slowly penetrated into the soles of Hoffa's shoes from the cracks in the bricks.

Hoffa straightened up from the wall, his face solemn.

Noble lowered his gun, his expression turned from fierce to depressed, and he clutched his severed arm: "Damn, how did I start business with this guy..."

"The Wizarding Association must know where we are."

Norbert gritted his teeth and said: "I can't stay here anymore, immediately retreat. Otherwise, they will catch you and you will die."

"But what about that batch of weapons?"

Hoffa seemed quite calm: "Without that batch of guns, the capital chain will be broken, and the capital chain will be broken, and the business we have just started will be in vain."

"You think those people are also third-rate bar monsters with Muggle weapons. Those people are well-equipped wizards."

Noble said: "Now we have no capital to conflict with them."

"No, please respect the objective facts."

Hoffa calmly said: "We are already on the verge of bankruptcy. Without that batch of weapons, all this year's time has been lost."

"What, brat, you are crazy, with such a big heart?

"I'm not crazy."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Noble snorted, "Go to the Wizarding Association and tell them that the contraband was made by us, and the ownership belongs to us?"

"No, I'll go to Durant's warehouse first."

Noble jumped anxiously: "Well, what if those people wait for us and wait for us next to the goods?"

"I have a special illusion technique, they can't catch me."

Hoffa paused: "I didn't let you go, you can go by yourself, just like before, I don't care."

After speaking, he found a bunch of keys on Durant's body with a calm expression, and then walked outside the church.

Noble looked at Hoffa's back with a look of disbelief. After a long pause, he murmured:

"jerk....."

But after scolding, he chased after him.

When he came back, Hoffa didn't say much.

......

......

The warehouse is located at the end of the street in the east side.

It was late, and the rain in the sky gradually stopped.

After arriving at the destination, both of them appeared extremely cautious.

Hoffa entered the state of disillusionment early, always preparing for a ghost walk, while Norbert also clutched his injured arm, pinched the gun, and carefully walked through the shadows.

They were vigilant for twelve points, but they didn't encounter any obstacles. Nor did he see any enemies or ambushes.

In the end, when the two came to the damaged wooden door of the warehouse, they both showed confused expressions.

"anyone there?"

Norbert asked, holding the gun, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Hoffa shook his head, and his perception clearly told him that there was no one in the room. Noble breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly stuck the gun around his waist and creaked open the warehouse door.

The warehouse door opened, and the old arched iron warehouse was filled with pieces of wooden boxes. When the wooden boxes were opened, some ordinary pots and pans were placed in each box.

The two carefully checked these things. Hoffa picked up one from time to time. When they returned to his hands, they began to squirm and deform, and finally turned into an unusually cold and hideous black. firearms.

When he put the weapons back again, those weapons changed back to seemingly ordinary pots and pans. This is all the structural products made by Hoffa and Noble in the past six months.

It looks the same as the Muggle supplies, only because he has to wrap the weapons with a Transfiguration Curse after the production is completed, so that they can escape the Muggle customs inspection.

"It's all here."

Noble breathed a sigh of relief.

"No matter what, take things away first."

And Hoffa rubbed his chin, frowning.

"Don't you think it's too quiet?"

"Don't worry about it being quiet, you're lucky if you didn't meet those Germans."

As he said, he took out a non-marking stretch backpack, drew out his wand, and lit the wooden boxes one by one.

With every click, a box floats and flies into the seamless stretch backpack like a bottomless pit.

Soon, they packed up their things. Like a full-fed hamster, sneaking out the door secretly, wanting to leave this place quickly.

But when he walked to the street, Hoffa, who felt fully open, noticed a creature appearing twenty meters away. He grabbed Norbert's arm, and Norbert was frightened, and quickly drew his weapon from his trouser pocket.

The two stood in the shadows, staring firmly at the other side of the road.

Later, a tall, thin, tall figure slowly appeared on the other side of the Jishui Road.

It was a woman in a gray robe. She was about 23 years old, with a high nose and deep eyes, white skin and no hair on her head. She looked like a European monk.

She stared at the hiding place in the dark without blinking.

Hoffa reacted for two seconds, and immediately realized that this was the woman who had just come up with him in the bar.

But it's one o'clock in the morning, under the high-handed German rule, it's not normal to think about it at this time.

Not to mention that they had met once before. Thinking about it this way, the meeting in the bar was premeditated.

"You actually came here first, it seems Durant is dead."

The woman speaks English, very clear on the quiet street.

"I know your skills, Mr. Bach, but I am not from the Wizarding Association. You don't have to run away right away."

There is no point in hiding, and the two slowly emerged from the hiding place.

"who are you?"

Hoffa's spirit is highly tense. In this crisis-ridden world, anyone can become his opponent, especially this kind of bald female head that pops up inexplicably, which is very wrong at first sight.

The woman unbuttoned her chest. Under the cover of her gray coat, she was wearing a black uniform with a shiny silver sign on it.

"The British Ministry of Magic prohibits the abuse of the Department of Magic, Delphine Raeburn. She is also an assistant to the current Minister of Magic."

Delphine, Hoffa was taken aback. When he was in the church, he heard a black friend tell him that someone from the British Ministry of Magic was also looking for Durant, but she didn't expect it to be her.

Nober glanced at Hoffa. The visitor was not a German wizard, which made him a little confused.

"Have we met?"

Hoffa frowned and asked, he always felt that the other party's name seemed to have been heard somewhere.

The bald woman shook her head and looked at him with a smile, "If you don't remember, then you haven't seen it. But I know you, Mr. Bach."

"What do you know about me?"

"I know that you left Hogwarts in 1941. A year ago, you were accused of being a dangerous wizard who bombed London. A year ago, you were arrested by the Ministry of Magic for allegedly manufacturing dangerous goods, but you finally slipped away. Am I right?"

Hoffa said nothing, his face twitching.

"In the past six months, you have disappeared, but a large number of constructed weapons are circulating in the world.

Wissengamer had banned construction technology in 1939, but unexpectedly, one of the best students at Hogwarts, known as the glory of Ravenclaw, became an arms dealer as soon as he left school. "

After a pause, the woman said slowly, "Don't you feel ashamed? Mr. Bach."

Click!

Norbert raised his pistol, "Knowing him so clearly, do you have a crush on him?"

Hoffa held up his arm and sneered: "That's right, are you here to want me? With the power of the Ministry of Magic now, self-protection can't be done."

The woman narrowed her eyes and smiled slyly, "Ha, you are right, we are also struggling to maintain, so I am not here to catch you."

"Then what are you doing."

"I come......"

The woman walked forward, holding the muzzle of Noble's black hole, the cageman walked up to Hoffa. Looking at him without blinking, he said:

"I'm here to ask you for help."

"Just said that I was so unbearable, and in a blink of an eye I asked for my help, I think I probably won't agree." Hoffa said.

"That was just a joke. You are wanted by Minister Mu En, but now Minister Mu En has taken the blame and resigned. The newly appointed Minister De La Cess... specially entrusted me to come and find you."

Hearing the last name again, Hoffa's eyelids twitched. He bypassed Delfina and wanted to leave directly.

As a result, the opponent stopped him with open arms.

"Eh...Don't be so indifferent, I have no malice, I just want to have a friendly chat with you."

"We don't talk to people from the Ministry of Magic, baby."

It was Norbert who answered her.

"Have I asked what you think?"

The woman glanced arrogantly at Norbert.

This made Norbert furious:

"Bald head, I don't care what you are. Get out of your way, or you will die."

"Hagrid, you have been wanted by the Fantastic Beast Management Department no less than 15 times in the past thirty years. Two Azkaban escorts were killed the year before.

Although you can kill me and leave, your son, Ruber Hagrid, is still studying at Hogwarts at the moment. You can't ignore his growth at all. "

"you!"

Norbert yelled like a cat stepped on its tail: "Do you dare to move my son..."

Hoffa stopped his irritable companion, "What are you talking about?"

Delfina: "Durant hunted up a lot of Jews from here, and one of them had a close relationship with the Ministry of Magic, and Minister Draces hoped that someone could send her back to England."

"What does that have to do with me? This is obviously your job."

"The British coastline has been sealed off by the entire territory of Grindelwald. No wizard can escape the eyes of the Imperial Wizarding Association. If you want to take someone out of his control, only you can do it."

Listening to her, Hoffa sneered. After the other party finished speaking, he denied it.

"I can't do it, you can find someone else."

"Weapons made by you and Hagrid can be shipped to the UK. Is it difficult to sneak people over?"

"Things are things, and people are people. I can't do it."

"You can do it."

"Can't do it."

"can."

The stubbornness of the bald woman bored Hoffa's heart. He was found inexplicably by the institution he had been fleeing from, and gave himself an inexplicable task. He simply didn't want to have anything to do with the British Ministry of Magic.

So he said straightforwardly: "What if I don't want to do it?"

"You must help with this."

"No one can force me to do anything, especially back to London."

"Minister De La Cess is unwilling to help out of his favor?"

A trace of disgust flashed in Hoffa's eyes: "The last thing I want to see in my life is him."

Seeing the decisive appearance of the other party, Delfina slowly lowered her arm.

"Then this conversation never happened."

"Farewell."

After speaking, Hoffa turned his head without hesitation, and left the place in a stride.

Norbert gave the woman a ferocious look.

"Don't follow us."

"I won't follow, I promise."

The woman looked at Hoffa's back and said.

Norbert lowered his arm and hurriedly followed Hoffa's footsteps, turning his head one step at a time. Until he couldn't see the tall figure, he said:

"This must be a strategy of the Ministry of Magic. I want to deceive us back to the UK and put us under house arrest. These guys, fighting each other, are still trying to trouble us at this time."

"Follow her."

Hoffa said: "I have already decided, I will not care about anything else."

"Ha, then you are really a clever ghost."

Norbert smiled, not knowing whether to praise him or embarrass him.