Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Eh, eh, don't quarrel, don't quarrel."

Delphine said quietly, "There must be some misunderstanding, Chloe, this is Hoffa Bach, whom I and I mentioned. I was going to let him send you back to London."

"he?"

The nun shouted in disbelief, "Just him? Never!"

At this time, Norbert also rushed over.

Seeing Delfina standing in front of Hoffa, he took off his sunglasses. Fiercely said: "It's you again, bald girl, didn't you say not to follow us?"

"Sorry," Delfina said lazily, "Mr. Bach found it by himself this time."

When Norbert saw a nun on the opposite side lowered her head and sobbed, feeling a little embarrassed for a while, he whispered to Hoffa: "Hey, boy, what's wrong with you?"

Hoffa gave him a fierce look.

Just at this time, the Scarfaced nun choked and raised her head. Seeing the honor of the other party, Norbert exclaimed: "So frustrated...?"

Delfina sneered: "Is it more frustrated than the giantess?"

Noble snorted: "You know what a fart!"

Then, he was rarely angry, but said embarrassingly, "What's the matter, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Delfina folded her arms and looked at Hoffa, teasing: "What do you mean?"

Hoffa calmed down now. In broad daylight, he didn't believe that this nun could disappear by his side like magic.

"Okay, it's okay anyway, we sit down and talk slowly."

So, the group of four returned to the restaurant of the Hoffa Temporary Residence Hotel.

In the dining room, the four people sat face to face. Hoffa and Norbert sat together, while the bald employee Delfina of the Ministry of Magic and the nun with the ugly scar on the face sat opposite.

After sitting down. Hoffa did not leave the nun from the beginning to the end, and did not dare to relax for a moment.

The nun was full of grievances and resentment, she hugged her arms in anger, not looking at Hoffa at all.

Delfina was the first to break the deadlock. She slapped her hands and smiled: "This is Chloe Leme. That is the person I plan to ask you to send to London. She is the famous alchemist Nick Leme’s former father. Zeng Zeng Zeng, great-great-granddaughter."

Nicole LeMay.

With a name like Thunder, it can be said that he is one of the most famous top alchemists in the world.

Unexpectedly, the ugly nun with long scars in front of her had such a remarkable identity, Hoffa put aside his contempt, but he became more confused.

Nicole Mayor is someone who can be made from the magic stone of immortality, can this little girl steal her magic gloves?

Noble's eyes lit up when he heard the surname Le May, and his attitude improved a lot: "It seems that I was lucky enough to run into a direct descendant of a top alchemist. Where are you going?"

"Tomorrow the port can be unblocked, and I will take Chloe back to England by sea at that time."

"Are you sure you can pass the interrogation of the Wizarding Association?"

Noble Fox questioned: "Any ship must pass through at least three islands to stop at sea, and each island has layers of investigation.

As long as there is one who reveals your identity as a British wizard, you will be locked into a dungeon by those Germans. Even if you cross the sea, the coastline of the British Isles will be almost eroded by the black wizard, which is now the darkest place in the world..."

"I know, I came from there."

Delfina sighed: "The corpses are everywhere and monsters are rampant. Compared with that, Paris is heaven. To be honest, I don't have much confidence to lead a person across the heavily guarded border between Britain and France."

The female bald head leaned close to her head as she spoke, lowering her voice:

"Listen, as long as you can help send her to London, England, I can apply to the Ministry of Magic to release your wanted, and we can cooperate and face the common enemy together."

"No." Norbert shrugged. "Although I respect Mr. LeMay, he has helped me a lot in alchemy, but I'm really sorry, we still have our own things to do."

"Where are you going?" Delfina asked.

"Africa, I won't disclose the specific location."

(Norbo and Delfina were chatting in a mess. Hoffa almost turned a deaf ear to what they said, and his attention was completely focused on the scarfaced nun opposite.)

Delfina: "Ahem, with all due respect, you make weapons and sell them to rebel organizations. This is a good idea, but only you two are too weak.

We can provide you with raw materials, venues and all kinds of assistance, as long as you can provide us with a little help on the way back. "

"This......"

Noble hesitated, he looked at Hoffa.

Hoffa shook his head.

So Norbert looked at Chloe, hesitated and said:

"We can't help, but we have a friend, Frank, who runs smuggling on the English Channel all year round.

If you can find him and give him enough benefits to make his heart move, I think he can help you send her back to England. "

Delphine refreshed: "Where should I find him?"

Norbert stood up and said, "Come with me, you will bring you a token, and you will hand it to him at that time. Just say that Hoffa and Norbert asked you to find him, and that's it."

Delfina beamed with a smile: "That's a great help."

She stood up and adjusted her robes: "Mr. Bach."

Hoffa, who had been holding his arms silently, gave her a cold glance.

Delfina: "I'm going to get some tokens with Mr. Hagrid, can I trouble you to take care of this Miss Lemay? Just a moment."

"No!"

Silent Chloe looked at Hoffa and screamed, "I'll go with you."

Hoffa sneered.

Delphine quickly touched Chloe's head: "Observe, no matter what misunderstandings, it is always not the time to quarrel. Believe me, this Mr. Bach is sometimes weird, but he can definitely be trusted."

"I......"

Delfina: "Good."

The scarred nun sat down bitterly with her face full of discomfort.

Hoffa sneered: "I don't know where your inexplicable trust comes from."

Delphine gave him a big smile. She made a begging gesture, and then she followed Norbert and left.

......

......

There were only two people left at the table, Hoffa, and the ugly nun Chloe. The atmosphere is awkward and not harmonious.

Chloe froze, she grabbed a magazine casually, flipped through it, and threw it aside, then grabbed another magazine and turned it over and made a clattering sound.

Hoffa stirred his coffee, thinking about how to get the magic gloves back. If the other party keeps saying nothing, it seems that I can't do anything with her.

"Are you a wizard?" He tried to be gentle.

The ugly nun showed a scar from behind the magazine and glared at him.

"none of your business!"

"I came from Hogwarts, which school are you from?"

The nun's angrily expression was slightly better.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? That school you are."

"Ravenclaw," Hoffa said.

"The Ravenclaw I know is not as unreasonably indecent as you."

The nun said unceremoniously, "They are all polite and intelligent gentlemen, and you... the most evil Slytherin is nothing but that."

Hoffa thought that you are also worthy of monastic gowns. How blind is God to choose you to serve him.

Thinking of his gloves still not knowing where he was hiding, he didn't show the thoughts in his heart, but gave a false smile: "What about you? Boothbarton."

"No, I haven't been to a magic school, and I don't have a magic wand."

"Muggle? Dumb gun?" Hoffa was suspicious.

"No, I am a wizard." Chloe said calmly.

"It's just that I can't control my magic, and there is no way to go to school."

"Oh, that's a shame."

Hoffa duplied: "The school of magic is really interesting."

The nun sneered:

"It's interesting that you don't go to school? It's September 1st. What are you still doing in France? Oh, yes, you have to go to Africa!"

The nun laughed: "When did Hogwarts switch to Africa?"

Hoffa thought he better shut up. He was afraid that he would continue to ask, but he was **** to death because he could not find the glove.

He turned his head and looked out the window. There were countless soldiers passing by, heavy tanks rumbling past the ground, as if preparing for a military parade. Several Gestapo in black plain clothes showed their faces from behind the newspapers. A solemn and solemn atmosphere gradually permeated the streets.

Several black-robed wizards jumped out of the tank from a distance, grabbed a few Muggles casually in the street without any scruples, and then began to inject magic healing potions into their necks.

Hoffa turned his head mechanically, expressionless.

Chloe was still chattering on the other side, "I said I didn't steal anything, but I didn't steal it. Also, why don't you go to the police if the thing is lost? Why are you staring at me? There is nothing worthy of me on you... ..."

She was screaming at Hoffa with a disgusting face. At this moment, a female server wearing an apron in the distance slowly walked over. She was carrying a coffee pot with a professional smile on her face.

"Would you like coffee?"

The waitress asked.

"Uh..." Chloe stopped talking. "Yes, add more milk and sugar."

"Ok."

The waitress bent over and started to pour coffee.

Hoffa rolled his eyes and found a slight bump on the waiter's belt. Although the bulge was extremely inconspicuous, Hoffa still noticed a dangerous wave of magic power in it.

Is that a...magic wand?

Why do waitresses in restaurants have magic wands?

As soon as this question surfaced in his mind, the waitress stretched out her hand to Chloe's cup without leaving a trace, and the mental field hissed like a poisonous snake.

In the next second, the coffee pot in the waitress's hand deformed into a sharp syringe and took Chloe's neck straight.

Hoffa murmured something bad, and he leaped forward and rushed towards Chloe across the table.

In the flash of light, Chloe's head was pushed down by him, the table was smashed by a violent bump, and Hoffa kicked the waitress on the chest.

She flew out and slammed into the notice board of the restaurant. The bulletin board was smashed to pieces, and the people dining in the restaurant began to flee screaming.

But the waitress stood up like an okay person, and slapped her crooked neck to straighten it.

But at the same time, countless soldiers with guns filed in from outside the door, and the momentum was astonishing, and the man headed was the SS Colonel, Muller Mans, who went to search Hoffa's home last night.

The waitress drew out the magic wand and opened a table blocking the way with one hand, "Detected the magic reaction, it's her!"

Mueller Mans’ cheetah-like head instantly turned around and locked the corner firmly. With a wave of his arm, more than a dozen soldiers rushed towards Hoffa and Chloe in the corner with guns.

Hoffa didn't have time to think about what happened. He pushed aside the plank he was pressing on and climbed to Chloe's side.

I saw Chloe lying halfway on the ground with a needle tube inserted in her neck. The blue magic restoration potion in the needle tube was rapidly diminishing. After being injected, she trembled.

He pulled out the needle tube and half-wrapped Chloe.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

"Go.... hurry up...!"

Chloe said these words struggling.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the soldiers getting closer, Hoffa took Chloe's arm and framed her up without hesitation. He entered the state of disillusionment and disappeared into the air.

The front door was blocked by the crowd, and he could only take Chloe and ran to the back of the hotel.

After crashing into the back kitchen of the hotel, Hoffa slammed the iron door shut. As soon as it was closed, countless bumps appeared on the iron gate. The soldiers outside the door were shooting frantically.

Hoffa stepped back two steps, clasping his hands together, trying to seal the iron gate with broken grips to prevent the soldiers from coming in.

But before he had time to start casting the spell, a sense of suffocation flooded his brain, and he staggered and almost fell to the ground. The room was filled with surging and frantic magic power. Under the action of this magic power, the air turned into a heavy substance as thick as butter, making people unable to breathe.

Turning her head and looking, she saw Chloe lying on the ground, her face flushed, her forehead was full of blue veins, and her whole person was like a dying salted fish, looking unusually twisted and stiff.

"Hey, hello, what's wrong with you?"

Without answering, her slender fingers scratched her cheeks, and the veins on her arms were clearly visible, and there was a tongue-in-cheek magic flowing in those veins.

"Oh my God......"

Hoffa groaned.

He didn't know what was wrong with this guy, but he had a hunch that something bad would happen next.

Boom!

Boom! !

There was a strong impact from outside the door, and the soldiers outside prepared to force a breakthrough.

Hoffa's palm pressed the ground. Countless stone hands hovered out from the ground, firmly buckled on the iron gate, so that the soldiers behind could not break through.

After a few bangs and no results, the soldiers outside the door also stopped shooting. But Hoffa knew that those people would never let go.

Perception tells him that the building has been surrounded by crowds, and the water can't leak. Among those people are not only soldiers, but also wizards.

It was quiet for a moment.

Boom boom boom!

A polite knock on the door.

Hoffa stuck to the door.

A man's hoarse and low voice sounded outside the door.

"Mr. Bach, I know you are listening, right?"

no answer.

Hoffa's heart sank, was he recognized after all.

The person outside continued to persuade: "I am the colonel of SS, Muller Mans. The woman next to you is an anomalous human that we contain. She is very, very dangerous. Now that you come out, we won't do anything to you. It will reward you instead."

abnormal....

Thinking of the photo the SS officer showed himself the night before, he turned his head to look.

Chloe, lying in the corner twitching constantly, is nothing like the white-eyed woman in the photo.

He walked to the struggling Chloe, reached out to her chin, and gently tore it.

It was only then that the scar on Chloe's face was actually a mask put on by Disguise. Under the violent exercise just now, most of the mask of her face has fallen off.