Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Hoffa rubbed his temples, staring at the ceiling of the coffee shop with a headache. There are clusters of silver stars hanging there. They are hung on scarlet suede by transparent nylon fishing line, with a dragon pattern or yin and yang symbol printed in the center. The light shines on it, reflecting the twisted light.

He realized that he had fallen into an unknown situation again. The crisis came so swiftly and concealed that it left him no room for preparation.

Chloe still had a conscience, and she comforted: "Don't be so pessimistic, if you can make my magic runaway again within two days, then things will be very simple."

"Magic runaway."

"Aren't you also a wizard? It shouldn't be difficult for you."

Hoffa didn't speak, he touched his chin to think. To restore Chloe's magic power, he had a very simple way. He himself is a man lacking in magic power, and he has some magic power recovery potions.

But to let the magic power run away, he has no experience at all. During the three years at Hogwarts, he learned to control magic precisely all the time. Never tried to let the magic go. "

"Why, can't you help it?"

"Stop talking! I'm thinking."

"Every minute you think is closer to death." Chloe reminded.

"To shut up!"

Hoffa said angrily: "I'm thinking, can the magic restoration potion work?"

"Do you have it, that amount would have to be quite large."

Chloe said confidently.

"I have got."

Hoffa stood up without hesitation, "I'll get it, you're waiting for me here."

Chloe also stood up, "I'll go with you."

"Can you go?"

Hoffa asked suspiciously.

"If you can't go, you have to go," Chloe pointed out the window. "I'm here alone like a lamb to be slaughtered."

Hoffa followed her finger and saw the number of tanks rumbling past the street.

Behind the tank, dozens of soldiers escorted hundreds of unkempt Jews along the street.

Upon seeing this scene, Hoffa's eyes dimmed.

"Okay, you follow me, don't get lost."

It was probably because of a meal. The relationship between the two was not as rigid as when they first met. When they left the coffee shop, it was already close to night.

After passing through the densely packed checkpoints and outposts, they came to the outskirts of Paris.

It can be seen that the rugged and winding giant snakes generally hover on the ground and the metal pipes and chimneys in the air. The huge demand brought by the war makes these suburban factories like giant beasts at full capacity, constantly devouring metal and coal.

When they came to the outskirts of the factory, the sky was completely dark, and the hot and humid night sky was pattering with heavy rain, and it was very uncomfortable to be wet.

Standing in a canopy downstairs in his factory, Hoffa said to Chloe: "You are here waiting for me, I'll get the potion."

Chloe looked around and asked with some worry, "Is it safe here? Now the ** wizards are looking for me all over the street."

Hoffa stared at the gray rain and fog outside the canopy, and thought for a while: "It should be safe. I have rarely seen German soldiers come to a place where birds do not shit." After a pause, "I'll be back in ten minutes." ,it's OK."

"Okay, you go and come back quickly."

Chloe said: "But you have to remember that it's best not to meet with yourself, let alone with people you know."

"What's the rule?"

"Have you ever seen yourself?" Chloe asked back.

"No."

Hoffa shook his head.

"That's right. Everything that has happened is unchangeable and irreversible. It is best to have only one you in a time and space. This is the most reasonable. If your existence is seen by yourself, then it will be produced. No one can predict the unreasonable consequences. The only thing that can be known is that the rate of disintegration of your body will reach its limit."

"Good." Hoffa agreed.

Then he disillusioned and disappeared into the air.

Chloe looked at Hoffa disappearing in the rain, sighed, and sat on the bench in the canopy. This is probably a bus stop sign that no one has used for a long time, and the surrounding area is sparsely populated.

After sitting for a while, she was bored with her legs dangling, and she began to hum some unclear tunes.

At this time, a black old Mercedes-Benz sedan slipped out of the rain curtain silently, with orange lights on, like a ghost wandering in this factory area.

The black car drove more than fifty meters away from the stop sign, and then turned backwards back to the canopy.

The window rolled down, revealing a figure wearing a hood behind him.

"Hello, Miss LeMay."

Chloe, who was humming, saw the hooded man near Chi Chi, and the cold sweat immediately came down, she got up and ran.

On the other side, on the wall of the factory, Hoffa climbed like a gecko. His daily work was on the second floor of the factory. However, after being reminded by Chloe, he was afraid to take the normal route, so he went straight from the factory. The external sewage pipe climbed up.

When he came outside the window of his office, he looked inside carefully.

Then, he saw an unforgettable scene in his life.

I saw in that old office, the guy exactly like himself was writing and drawing at the desk.

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"

"This song is really poisonous"

He muttered to himself, hiding from the window and looking at himself. This feeling was so weird and novel, Hoffa couldn't help but look at himself a few more times.

Looking at it, he seemed to have noticed something three days ago, and he suddenly looked up.

Hoffa immediately escaped into the ghost walk, avoiding his gaze. But the other himself didn't give up. He got up and went to the window, looking outside with wonder.

Then, just separated by a wall, two days ago, he poked his head from behind the window. At this moment, there was a sharp pain in his arm, which was like cutting meat with a sharp blade.

He rolled up his sleeves and took a look.

The middle piece of the entire forearm has all turned into a crystal.

Not only that, but there was faint pain in his lower abdomen, thigh, and many places, even if he didn't look at it, Hoffa knew it. The time flare is expanding on him, and he is becoming more and more illogical.

Although he didn't know what would happen if he jumped out now, he estimated that if he was seen by himself, this flare would instantly swallow him.

It's too dangerous.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and leaned against the wall, afraid of the atmosphere.

He thought to himself that it was also a time shift, why the future Harry and Hermione would not have to bear any side effects, but he was like a beast that drank blood and suffered direct damage from the laws of the world.

Two days ago, Hoffa looked around for a while and saw nothing, so he returned to his position and wrote and painted. In the process, he dared not move.

About five minutes later, until the drizzle drenched the body, there was a knock on the door in the room.

He turned his head slightly and saw that he stood up and opened the door of the room two days ago.

Noble, covered in rain, walked into the room: "This **** weather, it's raining endlessly. "

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

"Is anyone following?"

Hoffa, holding the woven bag two days ago, asked while locking the door.

"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."

"Go out, what's the matter?"

"There is something to deal with."

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

"Where have you just been? It takes so long to buy supplies?"

"Eastern District, I took a job."

"Me or us?"

"We, us."

The two talked inside the house, and Hoffa hurriedly scratched his heart outside. He had never thought that Norbert was so long-winded before. You know, every second, your body is one step closer to disintegration.

"Durant, the wolf of the East End? 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."

"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."

Finally, the conversation between Norbert and Hoffa in the room was finished, and the two packed up their equipment and led the door.

Just as they left, Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief outside. He opened the window and jumped in from the outside without even catching the rain.

I walked quickly to the desk and opened the drawer to search for it. Soon, he found two spare tubes of magic restoration potions in his pocket, hurriedly turned the window, and walked out.

Steal your own things yourself.

Hoffa thought it was crazy.

When passing by the factory, a few workers raised their heads in wonder, staring at Hoffa who hurriedly passed by. Perceiving their gazes, Hoffa immediately flashed into the shadows. He thought to himself that he walked on the front foot, and the same guy appeared on the back foot. These workers must be a **** of a life.

In any case, I got the potion, and then as long as Chloe takes the potion, he can return to his time and space.

But when Hoffa hurried back to the canopy separated from Chloe, the nun was nowhere to be seen.

Where did this guy go?

He looked around on tiptoe with some puzzlement. He didn't see Chloe, but saw an extra colorful gasoline mark on the rain.

A car has parked here.

This detail makes him feel a little bad.

At the same time, the image he had seen two days ago flashed in his mind. At that time, he saw a woman in the rain with her mouth covered and stuffed into the car.

This flashing picture was like a very strong signal light, igniting his adrenaline, and he secretly said that it was not good.

bad! It turned out to be her!

I didn't think much about it at the time, but now I know the whole story.

He leaped forward, stepped on the canopy and jumped onto a street sign more than ten meters high, looking into the distance. Sure enough, he saw the if there were no taillights in the rain in the distance, and he was running out of sight.

At the same time, the image he had seen two days ago flashed in his mind. At that time, he saw a woman in the rain with her mouth covered and stuffed into the car.

This flashing picture was like a very strong signal light, igniting his adrenaline, and he secretly said that it was not good.

bad! It turned out to be her!

I didn't think much about it at the time, but now I know the whole story.

He leaped forward, stepped on the canopy and jumped onto a street sign more than ten meters high, looking into the distance.

Sure enough, he saw the if there were no taillights in the rain in the distance, and he was running out of sight.

It thumped, and the heart stopped beating.

Fear hits like an old friend who has been forgotten. Simple, primitive fear. He has lived in peace for a long time, and has almost forgotten this real fear. If Chloe is taken away, it is absolutely impossible for him to find her within forty-eight hours.

Waiting for oneself, there is only one result of annihilation.