Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Two wizards stood at the door, and Hoffa and the Gestapo stood face to face. The phone in the room kept ringing, and the Gestapo's face was uncertain.

"I'll answer the phone."

Hoffa asked tentatively.

The SS colonel nodded with a calm face.

Hoffa went to the phone and picked up the handset: "Hello"

"Let Mueller answer the phone."

The person on the phone spoke bluntly in German.

Muller Hoffa looked at the gloomy colonel next to him in surprise, and handed him the phone.

"I'm looking for you."

The SS colonel answered the phone suspiciously.

The SS Colonel answered the phone: "Who are you?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what was said.

The Gestapo asked, "Oh strange, how come you have this family number?"

I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, and the Gestapo's expression sneered: "Then what are your conditions?"

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

The Gestapo sighed, "Ah, not sincere, is it?"

At this moment, there was a sharp female voice on the phone. She didn't know what she called, and the Gestapo's face changed immediately: "Where are you? I'll pick you up right away."

I didn't know what was said on the phone, and then hung up.

Put down the phone. The Gestapo took a deep breath and sneered at the bewildered Hoffa.

"What a misunderstanding, Mr. Rapa, I wish you a good dream and a happy life."

Immediately, he did not give Hoffa a chance to speak, and opened the door without hesitation.

The wizards of the two wizarding associations gave Hoffa a cold look and followed behind the Gestapo. Leaving Hoffa's house in strides.

After the German police officer in charge of the search left, the room fell into a dead silence. Hoffa’s bones crackled, his body became shorter and thinner, and his hair turned gray.

The effect of the compound decoction disappeared, and he sat motionless on the edge of the table, staring straight at the old-fashioned phone in front of him, as if he wanted to stare at the thing.

There is no call reminder and no dial display these days.

If so, he has to find out who actually called himself just now.

The person on the phone didn't mean to talk nonsense with himself. He fully knew that there was a moral official in his family, and he might even know the predicament he was in. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to dissolve the crisis he might encounter so lightly.

But this didn't make Hoffa feel relaxed and fortunate at all.

On the contrary, it made him feel a great crisis. If his every move is under the surveillance of an unknown guy, then in the eyes of the other party, is there any secret at all?

This made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Almost restless.

Finally, he stood up very annoyed, raised his hand to smash the light switch, and then strode to his room and lifted the bed board with one hand.

In any case, he wants to pull out the source of the incident, the strange female thief, or interrogate her, or chase her away as soon as possible, or chase her away after the interrogation.

However, when he opened the bedboard of the room, there was no one under the bed, not even a personal shadow.

Looking at the empty bed underneath, a tinge of unpleasant premonition flooded Hoffa's mind. He immediately opened the cabinet and looked at the cardboard box he used to hide the magic booster gloves.

Borrow money?

Well, there is nothing left in the box. The magic booster gloves, money, and the pistol were all gone.

Looking at the empty box, Hoffa slammed his fist on the wall, stunned out of a national curse:

"Fuck, I knew it!"

It doesn't matter if you lose your money, most of your assets are not cash. But that magic booster glove, but with all my hard work for more than a year, without it, my combat power would at least drop by more than half!

He searched the house non-stop, but the female thief was completely lost, as if the world had evaporated.

"What's going on in a day?"

He sat on the mattress with a headache, rubbed his temples in pain, trying to analyze some useful information from these confusing events, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of any reason.

At night, the sky began to rain, lightning and thunder.

Another shower of rain began to pour down, and the room was pitch black, and occasionally silent lightning flashed by, outlining the rain trails leaking on the windows. Hoffa took off his clothes and lay on his back on the hard mattress.

The hurricane was beating Paris, and when the windows instantly brightened, thunder blasted through the room, and the afterimage of lightning was reflected on his iris.

Hoffa leaned on the mattress and fell asleep groggyly after going through the mess all day.

There were some mottled dreams in his brain, which made him sleep extremely restless. In his sleep, he would always dream of some memory fragments from the past unconsciously, good and bad.

Early the next morning, when the thunderstorm stopped, Hoffa got up with his hair messed up against dark circles under his eyes. He looked at the empty box and sighed.

After washing, he walked out of the house and came to the banks of the Seine. Norbert was wearing sunglasses looking at the newspaper, sitting on the wooden chair at the intersection and waiting for him.

Hoffa walked up to him and greeted him listlessly.

"Morning, have you packed up?"

"All right."

Noble put the newspaper together: "I'm going to take you to Yaounde. When I go there, no one can find it, etc. What's wrong with you, you look like you're dying?"

"It's thief."

Hoffa said with a black face.

"A little property has been stolen."

"Thief?"

Norbert was taken aback.

"What kind of thieves can steal your things, aren't you a wizard with the highest spirit and perception?"

"Okay, stop talking."

Hoffa managed to cheer up, "Yaoundé, what is that place?"

"Africa. There is a tribal armed group that is willing to pay a high price for our weapons. We have to send things by before the 5th."

"What's the date today?"

Hoffa asked casually.

"September 1st." Norbert said, "you guys can't even remember the time."

On September 1, Hoffa was taken aback.

If it were previous years, he should have boarded the express train to Hogwarts at this time.

The memory made him a little melancholy. He shook his head and threw the thought out of his mind.

"Let's go, let's go. Get out of here quickly."

He calmly said: "This place is violent with me, it's too unlucky."

With no words on the way, the two arrived at the port on the north coast of Seine and Marne, intending to go to sea all the way from here.

After arriving here, Hoffa found that the entire port was crowded with people, the crowds one after another, carrying large bags, and everyone's faces were filled with confusion and fear. Those are Jews who are being taken in, and they are about to be transferred from France to Germany.

Several transport ships were moored on the pier, and countless soldiers in black fur coats were standing near the pier with guns. The Jews lined up one by one, boarded the transport ship under the supervision of the soldiers, waiting for their fate, without exception, they were sent to the concentration camp and then died.

"These people will get retribution."

Noble sighed.

"Who will be retribution?"

Hoffa's mouth twitched a sarcastically smile.

Norbert warned: "It's not you either. Don't worry about it. We will leave when we get on the boat."

The two were about to leave, but Hoffa's toes touched a glass tube. He looked down subconsciously and found that it was an old-fashioned syringe with some subtle magical fluctuations remaining on it.

Out of curiosity, he bent over to pick up the syringe and sniffed it.

Years of magic education and alchemy proficiency immediately told him what was in the needle.

"How can there be such a powerful magic restoration potion?" he muttered.

Norbert asked, "What?"

Hoffa's eyes drifted away, and when he took a closer look, there were more than one on the ground, but a few discarded glass tubes scattered every few steps.

Walking along the glass tube, he unexpectedly found several German wizards in black robes by the river, one by one giving injections to the necks of the ragged Jewish Muggles. Only one will be released for each hit.

There are several large boxes on the ground, filled with unopened magic power recovery potions.

This abnormal behavior made Hoffa stunned.

What are these wizards doing? Why is it necessary to inject Muggles with the magic recovery potion? There is no magic in the Muggles, and it is useless to inject it.

Norbert followed and saw it, and he exclaimed in a low voice: "Does he panic if he has a lot of money?"

Before he could say anything, he shut up, and took Hoffa hurriedly to leave the group of weird German wizards.

In addition to the warships that transported Jews, there are also several small and small cruise ships at the pier. They are all ships leading to various German-occupied regions and Axis countries, and no ship will lead to any allied country.

But just as Norbert was about to get his ticket to board the ship, a group of armed soldiers came from a distance again.

"Wait."

Seeing the soldiers inspecting, Norbert took out a few documents in a familiar manner. However, the soldier waved his hand: "It is not allowed to board the ship today, you should go back first."

Hoffa was taken aback for a moment.

Noble: "That's not right. A few days ago, weren't they all allowed to be released?"

"A few days ago is a few days ago, we are going to investigate a fugitive recently."

The soldier opened the palm of Norbert's attempt to bribe impatiently.

"Come back in two days."

Noble and Hoffa looked at each other, "Let's do it in two days, two days in two days."

Leaving the cruise terminal, Norbert rubbed his chin suspiciously, "What is going on, why are these Germans suddenly blocking the terminal!"

Hoffa thought of the Gestapo who knocked on his door last night, and said, "They seem to be looking for someone."

"Looking for someone, who to look for, looking for you?"

"No, they are not looking for me, they are looking for a woman."

"female?"

"Female," Hoffa pointed his eyes, "a woman with cataracts."

"cataract?"

Noble suspiciously: "What are you talking about?"

"I"

Hoffa was just about to share his crazy experience with Norbert last night, but at this moment, a somewhat familiar figure came into Hoffa's eyes.

On the other side of the bridge, a nun dressed in monastery clothes bowed her head and hurried past. Seeing the monk robe, he immediately pushed Norbert away.

Norbert: "What's wrong with you?"

"You wait for me here."

After speaking, he rushed up without hesitation, and rushed to the other side of the bridge in three steps. The nun disappeared sideways into the bustling crowd.

"stop!"

Hoffa didn't care about frightening others. He separated the crowd with both hands and strove to catch up.

The nun hadn't heard of it, and walked straight forward. But she was also blocked by the crowd, which was extremely slow for a while.

Soon, Hoffa caught up with the opponent, put his hand on the opponent's shoulder, pressed it firmly, and broke it back.

"Hey!"

The nun was taken aback and turned her head abruptly.

Hoffa's face showed a pleasant grin. Although it was very dark last night, the other party also painted messy smoky makeup, and couldn't see the original face at all, but the iconic scar on the other party's face still made Hoffa recognize her at a glance. Come.

There is no doubt that this is the female thief who broke into his house inexplicably last night and stole her magic gloves and ten thousand francs.

Seeing the stunned expression of the other party, Hoffa grabbed the nun's wrist: "I caught you."

The young scar-faced nun was taken aback for a moment, and struck twice.

"Hey, who are you?"

"Pretend, pretend! Are you an idiot?"

Hoffa sneered: "I'm telling you, today you don't give me what you stole from me, we are not finished today!"

Seeing a dispute broke out, all the passengers waiting to board the ship around looked over.

The nun's expression became a little frightened, she looked around, and then secretly used force, angrily said: "You let go!"

As soon as Hoffa saw the other party, he didn't even mean to return something to himself, and he didn't even seem to be guilty of conscience at all.

He raised the nun's arm involuntarily:

"Look at you five or six in a monastic gown, pretending to be so skillful?"

The nun said angrily: "Are you crazy? What the **** are you talking about!"

Hoffa laughed angrily.

Seeing that there were more and more people around him, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, in case the German wizard was attracted, it would not be worth the loss.

So he calmed down and said in a low voice: "Asshole, you want to be short of money. I will give you one thousand francs, but you return my gloves to me, it is useless to you."

Snapped!

The words were not finished, but the answer to him was yes and a clear and loud slap.

The nun flushed, "Are you a lunatic, who took your things?"

"Shhh"

The passers-by watched the play and made a surprise sound.

Hoffa was stunned by this sudden slap. He opened his eyes a little bit and his face became gloomy:

"Toast and not eat fine wine, this is what you asked for!"

After speaking, Hoffa pulled her into the alley directly with his wrists.

The nun struggled hard, "Insane, you let me go! You let me go, help, help."

The few watching the show looked at each other. Two of them wanted to come forward, but they were held back by their companions.

It may also be that people's lives are so desperate these days, and everyone is eager to protect themselves. It may also be that Hoffa's mental force field is too deterrent, or it may simply be that the nun is too ugly.

She yelled a few times and no one came to rescue her.

Hoffa simply pressed the Scarfaced nun against the wall with one hand: "Scream! If you don't return my things, no one will save you if you break your throat!"

"Who are you and what are you doing?"

"Give me the gloves back, wherever you like to go, I promise not to look at you."

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

Hoffa nodded, "Yes, Durant said the same."

"What Durant?"

"Sure enough, you didn't tell me the truth. You forced me."

Hoffa reached into the pocket of her robe and fumbled.

The scarred nun panicked, and saw tears rolling in her eyes, and she began to plead: "You let me go, I didn't take anything."

When Hoffa saw her expression, he felt that it was not fake at first, but when he thought about her performance last night, he was immediately convinced that this guy was acting. Otherwise, you will be blind.

So he cursed secretly in his heart, and turned her over with the other hand, trying to search her waist.

This time the nun was crying loudly.

"Rogue, let go!!"

But just as Hoffa was about to stretch his hand to the opponent's waist, a shout came from a distance.

"stop!"

Hoffa, who was looking for his gloves, stopped when he heard the sound and looked at the person coming. I want to know who is still so nosy and injustice these days.

I saw a tall figure standing at the entrance of the alley. That figure was wearing a gray robe with a bare head. It was a woman, and it was the employee of the Ministry of Magic that Hoffa met yesterday, Delphine.

"Chloe"

Delphine walked quickly to the two of them, looked at Hoffa up and down, and said in disbelief: "Mr. Bach"

"Why are you?" Hoffa asked in a low voice.

"It's me who should ask."

Delfina: "What are you doing to her, Mr. Bach?"

Hoffa released his fingers. As soon as she let go, the scar-faced nun sat on the ground, hugging her knees, crying with shrugging shoulders, crying so sad.

Hoffa pointed to the nun squatting on the ground, "What is the relationship between this person and you?"

Delfina didn't answer, she squatted down first. Patting the crying nun on the shoulder, "What's the matter, Chloe?"

"He molested me."

Said the nun sobbing.

"Ugly monsters, who wants to molest you." Hoffa's stomach was sour, "You give me things back, and then we all go our own way, nothing to do with each other!"

Delfina: "Chloe, have you taken other people's things?"

"Slander, shameless slander,"

The crying nun stood up and pointed to Hoffa's nose with red eyes angrily and cursed: "The dog has taken your things, and I have never seen you!"

Hoffa smiled with arms akimbo. He had never seen a guy so good at acting. His acting skills had reached the limit, and he could almost get the Oscar statuette.