Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

A certain invisible temptation is fascinating for a lifetime of thought.

He looked back at Chloe, who was putting on makeup by the mirror, a little tangled. If this oneself goes out, what if she is taken away by the gangster again.

However, watching Chloe become more and more ugly, he is almost completely unrecognizable, and he feels that there should be nothing wrong with this appearance, even if it is his mother, he will not recognize it.

In any case, he also wants to try.

In the dressing room, he found himself a suit for the bartender. This suit was not his own size, so it was a little loose after putting it on.

"Chloe."

Hoffa called to her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll go out for a while and be back in a while."

"Why are you going?"

"Go to the toilet."

Hoffa said casually.

Putting on his clothes, he went straight to the second floor of the bar. He remembered that Durant had eaten in a certain room on the second floor.

But after he went up to the second floor, Hoffa found that the rooms were densely packed, and he couldn't tell which one was which.

He rushed up the stairs on the right. There was an unpainted mottled wooden floor under his feet. There were identical doors on both sides of the corridor, as well as cramped office cubicles in the doors. One of the doors was open, and a European girl in a black sleeveless T-shirt was embracing a tattooed man in the corner and kissing, and the man's palm was walking around her chest.

Perceiving the noise, the two of them split their lips. The man looked at the ignorant guy threateningly, as if making him roll with his eyes.

"Don't stay on it for too long."

The moment he passed by, Hoffa reminded him.

Then he left the vision of the two and ran towards the end of the corridor. The last two doors were closed tightly and should be locked. He turned around abruptly and kicked the innermost metal blue lacquered door with the sole of his shoe.

The door slammed open, the door frame shattered, and cheap hardware fell one after another. It was dark inside. The light was on in the alley behind the bar. The light came in through the soot-stained plastic window. He saw snake-like antlers protruding from the wall of the room. And glass mirror. There was nothing else but a pile of discarded food boxes and an electric fan that had no blades.

At this moment, he heard a noise from the next room, and he immediately drew back and turned around the corner of the corridor.

However, he saw a familiar figure looking around from room to room in the corridor.

It was Norbert, and he was also looking for Durant at this time.

Hoffa's heart banged, and he realized that his "self" was sitting downstairs. If he saw it, he would have to explain it himself.

Seeing Norbert turned his head to look at him, he held the transparent plastic handle of the right door with both hands, pushed his shoulders inward, and walked into the room amidst the cracking sound.

The door slammed shut.

However, he was still a step late, and his signature hair and body shape made Norbert, who had been across the hallway, recognize him at a glance.

"Hoffa?"

A tempting voice came from outside the door, "Didn't I let you wait for me below?"

The voice came through the door, Hoffa leaned back against the door, thinking to himself that the old guy had sharp eyes.

Norbert stood there for a while, but did not see the other person answering, so he asked again: "Is that you, how did you change your clothes?"

"it's me."

Through the door, Hoffa answered, his heart pounding.

"I got my clothes wet downstairs, come up and change it."

He didn't care about being seen through, and he made a fool of himself.

"You...change clothes in there?"

Noble was suspicious.

"Yes, didn't you look for Durant, did you find it!?"

"No...there are a lot of strange rooms. Would you like to come out and look for it with me?"

"No, that's your job!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth.

"Okay........are you really not coming out?"

"Can you go there first. I'll look for you later."

The people outside were silent for a while, and Hoffa could feel that he was not leaving. This made him want to go crazy.

"What are you doing?" Hoffa asked across the wall.

"I...I'm thinking, thinking of something."

"What's the matter, hurry up."

"Are you really alone in there?"

"Nonsense, isn't there someone else?"

"Ok."

The people outside heaved a sigh of relief, "Then you change it, and remember to come out early after the change."

After speaking, the sound of footsteps went away.

Norbert left.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, he sensed that there were three other people in the room he was in, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air.

Sniff.....

His face changed, and he turned around like lightning.

There are many wooden cubicles in this room. The floor is damp. There are many advertisements and *** job lists on the walls like psoriasis. The only problem is that something is missing.

Creak!

A wooden door of a small cubicle opened, and a dancer poked her head out to explain to him the problem.

"Sir, this is the women's toilet."

On the sign of the wooden door, a simple symbol of wearing a skirt was drawn, and Hoffa's eyes turned from that symbol.

"Oh."

He nodded calmly and opened the door, as if he were a gentleman. Around the corner, he covered his face and let out a long sigh.

"day......"

Damn it, no wonder Norbert was talking outside the door for so long, and God knows what that guy was thinking.

The soreness of the arm worsened.

He rolled up his sleeves and took a look.

Hey, the entire forearm almost seemed to evaporate and became transparent. If the blood vessels and bones were not faintly visible inside, he almost suspected that he had no hands.

He gradually understood that the more things he did at this time, the faster he would disintegrate.

At this time, there was a roar from far away.

That's Durant's howling wolf.

Norbert found his room.

Hoffa stood up silently, wasted too much time, and now it was meaningless to go to Durant. This attempt was a complete failure.

......

......

Back in the dressing room again, Chloe had become the ugly girl they had when they first met. However, she was shivering under the table in the dressing room. Seeing her looking up, her lavender eyes were smoky and she looked like a frightened mole.

Hoffa squatted down: "What's the matter with you?"

"What's going on outside? I heard gunshots and saw werewolves."

"It's ok."

Hoffa said softly, "It's just a little riot, let's go."

"I saw you."

"It was me two days ago. I was working."

"What do you do, so violent?"

"Those are all necessary methods, I don't like them personally."

Hoffa said.

"Is it."

Chloe suspiciously: "Why do I think you are enjoying it."

Hoffa shook his head and stretched out his hand: "Would you like to go?"

Chloe got out from under the table, stared outside for a while, and suddenly asked, "Did you kill that werewolf?"

"Ok."

Hoffa was noncommittal, and agreed at will: "Let's go."

"You shouldn't kill him."

The nun sighed, "God said..."

"Have you noticed that black glove on my hand?"

Hoffa didn't want to be too entangled in moral issues with a dead person, he simply interrupted the nun neatly.

Chloe: "I saw it."

"That's what you want to steal. With it, I can restore your magic power and take me back to the future."

After leaving the bar, he took Chloe to his residence in the 7th arrondissement of Paris. Two days ago, I was receiving the goods at this moment, and there are about two hours before I return.

Sometimes, time passes extremely slowly.

When longing for someone to appear, or longing for something to happen quickly, time always flies extremely slowly.

But time will pass quickly, especially when he becomes a consumable with a visible end, such as ten minutes after class.

Hoffa was in such a contradiction at the moment.

He longed for himself to come back early two days ago, just like a long-distance couple waiting at the station.

At the same time, he was afraid of the rushing time, just like when a child is drinking yogurt, he cherishes every bite.

During this period of time, he did not speak to Chloe, but sat alone on a bench in the park, struck a match.

Many match sticks burned into black coal were scattered on the ground, and Chloe shook in front of him anxiously.

Finally, her irritability spread to Hoffa, and he threw away the match. "What are you shaking?"

Chloe stopped, looked at his face, hesitantly did not speak.

Hoffa: "Just say what you want."

Chloe: "You didn't even know me two days ago, would you..."

Thinking of Hoffa's madness when he was fighting the dark wizard before, Chloe made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"will not."

Hoffa said, "I will probably find you and dislike you, but I can't kill you."

"Then I have to say something, in case... just in case you cross-examine." Chloe was still a little worried.

"You said that you were the one who was saved by me. You will be eaten in the werewolf's room, and then saved by me. Maybe this way, I will treat you better."

After Chloe got this answer, he went silent, but Hoffa always felt that she was a little bit hesitant.

So he asked: "What are you thinking about."

After thinking for a moment, Chloe looked up at Hoffa: "What does it feel like to kill?"

Hoffa was taken aback. He didn't expect Chloe to ask him this question, and he didn't know how to answer her for a while.

When he left Hogwarts alone, he ran out of money, had nothing, and fell into a quagmire. Eventually he began to make money with an unprecedented coldness. He killed two men and a woman in that month, and the amount he earned a year ago would only make him feel ridiculous.

"What do you mean?"

"I am a Jew, no matter how confused my religious beliefs become, I will never tolerate an organic killing machine." Chloe said. "

"Is the voice of God's loyalty? Hoffa pouted. "The Crusaders have also fought, and I don't think your thoughts will affect me. "

"Although many believers believe that violence is a means of punishment, I must admit that this is a crooked doctrine, and there is no such record in the Bible or related Christian literature."

Hoffa shrugged. "I am an atheist," he said, "I have never dealt with the church."

"So don't you care about these things?" Chloe asked.

Hoffa wanted to sneer, but the opponent's lavender eyes were like transparent glass. He looked at the reflection of his face in the opponent's pupils, and he was speechless for a while.

After the speech jam was followed by an inexplicable boredom.

He turned his head, unwilling to continue discussing the issue with the other party.

Fortunately, the appearance of a figure on the side of the road broke the invisible contradiction between them. A figure in a black leather jacket staggered out of the road.

Hoffa, sitting on the bench, hurriedly pushed Chloe.

"Go ahead, I'm back."

Two days ago, Hoffa felt something. He first walked to a shopping mall on the side of the road and looked at the goods in the glass cabinet pretendingly. After confirming the location of the stalker through the glass, he immediately followed the eyes of the two. I looked over, but saw nothing.

For safety reasons, he bypassed a tree two days ago and disappeared into the air.

Looking at the disappearing figure, Chloe said to Hoffa nervously: "Your sixth sense is better than a woman."

"It's okay. Although he can feel it, he can't find me." Hoffa relieved her: "It's fine if everything goes according to plan."

"Is there anything that needs attention."

Chloe asked: "You have experienced this, you should know what to do."

Hoffa immediately thought of the detail that Chloe had to take off his shoes because he entered the door, and the Gestapo saw the flaw. He wanted to remind Chloe, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed it back abruptly.

At this point in the situation, he already had the feeling of walking on thin ice. Any step you take will lead to different results. As long as you make a mistake in one step, it will lead to unpredictable consequences. Instead of this, it may be the best choice to say nothing.

......

......

When they came to the door of the house, the two leaned against the door, their ears pressed against the wall. Time spent every minute and a second in the depression of wind and rain.

There was a sizzling sound from the TV show in the room, and the other himself was almost falling asleep.

Outside the door, the two who were about to steal the gloves looked at each other and nodded to each other. Afterwards, Hoffa pressed the doorknob, and the lock cylinder quietly bounced away with a click under the influence of Transfiguration.

Chloe slipped in through the crack in the door, and he walked around to the other side of the room, watching the changes.

Sure enough, about three minutes later, there was a thumping sound in the room, and Chloe was discovered by himself two days ago.

Without further ado, he slipped to the window immediately, trying to steal his gloves when Chloe attracted his attention.

However, as soon as he ran to the window, there was the sound of cars passing by in the distance.

The car lights were dazzling, and he squinted at a row of brand-new black Mercedes-Benz cars. The red **** flag was floating on the ears of the car.

And in the back door of that row of black Mercedes-Benz cars, five or six heavy armored vehicles followed.

It's from Germany.

The Mercedes Benz rounded the corner, and the lights shot straight towards the house where Hoffa was.

He murmured something bad, and immediately jumped out of the window and hid in the grass.

The vehicles stopped at a distance of only fifty meters from the house.

With the car lights turned off, a large number of black-robed wizards got out of the car silently. After getting off the car, they waved their magic wands and placed a defensive spell around them. Soon, those wizards disappeared with the car. In the air. But they did not leave, they were scattered and orderly distributed behind the canopy of the surrounding trees, on the roof, and in the shadows.

Hoffa, who was hiding in the grass and seeing this scene, was shocked. I thought that there were only three people looking for Chloe, one Muggle and two wizards, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

This posture, I am afraid that all the German wizards stationed in Paris came out.

Moreover, these guys are good chicken thieves, but they stopped outside the scope of their own perception, and the cautious old man is not like the idle generation.

Three people walked out of the defensive enchantment and strode towards Hoffa's house without any hesitation. They were the same guys who came to investigate themselves that night.

There was a knock on the door.

Two days ago, Hoffa locked Chloe under the bed on the second floor, put away all the magic gloves and money, and drank the compound soup at the same time, but he didn't know that he was surrounded by groups. .

Looking at himself in the room, Hoffa bit his lower lip. Things have become more complicated, this matter is not settled, maybe two days ago I will not survive now.

He didn't dare to waste time, the ghost wandered on the wall and climbed to the second floor, pulling Chloe out of the bed.

In the room, Chloe grumbled in a low voice, "You are too unkind."

"That's not me." Hoffa said hastily.

He glanced out against the window, then quickly walked to his cabinet and opened it.

He took out the box in which he had hidden the magic gloves, put the gloves on his hand, and then unceremoniously stuffed all the money into his pocket.

"How?"

Chloe asked happily, "Can we go now?"

"You performed well, but we can't leave yet."

Hoffa whispered.

"Why don't you go, your body may not last long."

Hoffa walked to the door and listened to it for a while, downstairs, two days ago, he was dealing with Gestapo Colonel Mueller Mans.

Pursing his lips for a moment, he pulled Chloe up and the ghost wandered and disappeared into the room.

On the street, Chloe kept asking Hoffa: "What are you doing, what are you doing, why not go back?"

However, he did not answer. He hurriedly found a telephone booth on the side of the road, got in, looked at the room in the distance, and dialed his number.

Soon, the call was connected.

Two days ago, Hoffa’s voice rang on the other side of the phone: "Hey..."

"Let Mueller answer the phone."

The Hoffman in the phone booth said straightforwardly.

When he said this, he could feel that the time flare on his body instantly expanded and more than doubled, the crystal clear and transparent climbed up to his neck, and his entire arm holding the phone was almost gone.

Chloe looked at Hoffa worriedly.

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

"Hoffa Bach, Colonel Mans, the person you are looking for is with me."

Hoffa said to the phone.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent, and he was breathing a little excited.

"Oh... weird, why do you have this family number?"

"This has nothing to do with you. If you want to find Chloe LeMay, you have to do what I say."

Chloe on the side of the phone changed her face. She immediately moved her head over. After hearing the voice of the person inside, she grabbed Hoffa’s clothes and said, "Are you a fool?" Staring at him with angry eyes.

The scorching breath sprayed on Hoffa's face, and Hoffa stepped away from her, pressing her heavily on the glass of the phone booth with one hand.

Colonel Gestapo on the other end of the phone chuckled, "Then what do you have?"

Hoffa shook his heart. He just wanted to take the Gestapo away from him two days ago. He didn't really want to hand Chloe to the other party. What conditions could he offer.

"Ah, it's not true, is it?" said the Gestapo on the phone.

Hoffa clenched his fists. For some reason, the Gestapo Colonel named Mueller could always see through his true thoughts immediately, which made him extremely passive.

However, at this moment, the phone was seized by a hack.

Chloe grabbed the microphone and shouted, "Let the Jews go."

Hoffa was stunned for a moment.

"Ok, where are you? I'll pick you up right away." the Gestapo asked.

"I'm at the phone booth No. 36 of University Way. If you want to find me, come directly!"

After speaking, she hung up the phone with a snap, looked at Hoffa and sneered: "Are you satisfied now? That guy will definitely come."

Hoffa was stunned. "Did you reveal the real location to him?"

"Then why are you calling him!"

Chloe roared, and in the small phone booth, she pressed Hoffa firmly, "Do you know what a demon he is? Lies have no effect on him!"

The voice did not fall.

The space was violently distorted. A dozen dark wizards appeared near the phone booth. Numerous car lights lit up in the distance, and the harsh tire rubbing sound heralded the danger of rapid approach.