Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In the open space in the middle of the wharf, dozens of private armed mobs were holding guns and aimed at the head of the gray-haired young man in the middle. The sound of gun safety bolts in the air one after another, swords drawn.

Hoffa guarded Chloe with a bad look.

"Wait a minute...Wait a minute...Don't, don't get excited..."

The nervous voice was from far to near.

Hearing the sound, Hoffa turned his head to see that the person was a young woman in his twenties.

She was wearing a black embroidered coat, a black top hat, her black hair combed to the back, a white ribbon tied into a ponytail, her skin was sickly pale and tired, but still smooth and plump, it looked like It is a beautiful but decadent porcelain doll.

"Frank is a woman?" Chloe asked in shock.

"No, can you shut up first."

He looked at the twenty-year-old woman in front of him and bowed slightly: "Long time no see, Mrs. Dean."

"Ahem...Matthew, this is Mr. Bach, Mr. Frank's friend." The black-haired woman said to the overseer, "Let them, put away...weapons, Matthew."

friend......

The overseer named Matthew touched the blood exploded on his face and waved his hand bitterly. The armed mobs put away their weapons one after another.

"Thank you..."

The restless black-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief:

"Long time no see, Mr. Bach, this is...?"

She pointed to the nun.

"Chloe, my friend."

Hoffa said, "Let's find Frank."

"Look for Frank."

The woman's expression became a little dazed, and Hoffa stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her, and she was awakened suddenly, with a hollow smile on her pale face, as tired as if she hadn't slept for three or four days.

"Okay, then... then you come with me."

When the woman turned around, Hoffa whispered to Chloe:

"Frank has a wife named Mary who helps him with all kinds of chores."

"She made those slaves?"

Chloe is still struggling.

"No."

Hoffa warned softly: "Listen, Frank is not a Muggle, he is a wizard in a gray area, cruel and cruel. For him to drive these refugees, he has no psychological burden at all, just like other pure-blooded wizards use house elves. ."

He patiently explained it to her, but apparently these words had no effect on a nun like Chloe who had been growing up in the monastery.

"This...this is the twentieth century, why are there still people enslaving others?"

She said with a trembling voice.

Hoffa only thought her thoughts were simple and ridiculous. These days he and the nun are still OK, but this guy always has a stinky problem. She always appears extraordinarily true in many inexplicable details.

When she was on the road a few days ago, she insisted on sending them to a safe place because she met a few stray dogs on the road, which delayed the whole day. Later, she was whimsical and wanted to dig a hole for all the corpses that could be seen on the road.

Hoffa almost went crazy. This was 1942. There were as many corpses on the roadside as plastic bags in the 21st century. They were buried one by one until the British war was over.

"What is the relationship between slaves and the age, there will be a need, and existence is reasonable."

She stopped talking, and after a while, she sneered coldly: "Your friends are all this kind of people? I think the people at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry should be friends with more talented people."

"This is not a monastery. Don't come here because of your temper. Frank is not a kind priest. Annoyed him. We can't borrow a boat. We..."

"It's alright, I know, don't be fussy."

The nun turned her head away with an irritable look.

Hoffa sighed secretly, thinking that he must not be allowed to see Frank's smugglers, otherwise he would have to fight as soon as they met.

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Frank's house is located behind a warehouse next to the port. It is a domed stone brick house with a gray cloth on the outer wall tightly stretched on thin steel cables. There is a door at each end of the porch, the ceiling is made of plywood, and there are fluorescent light rings in the middle, most of which are broken. The humid air is full of the smell of burning embers and concrete.

The woman in black politely opened the door for the two of them.

Hoffa said to Chloe, "Don't go in, wait for me here."

Chloe snorted badly, stood still and took his arms.

Hoffa walked into Frank's house alone with Mary.

Hundreds of candles were burning in the dimly lit room, and white wax oil was stacked everywhere like stratoliths. A huge stone platform was placed in front of him, and a black marble coffin was placed on the stone platform.

Hoffa had no idea that the first thing he saw when he entered the door was such a picture. He couldn't help turning his head and looked at the black-clothed woman next to him in confusion.

"I didn't see Frank."

"promise,"

Mary whispered, "There."

Following her eyes, Hoffa looked at the sarcophagus, stared for a long time and then turned his head mechanically: "What are you talking about, the Franks?"

"It's there."

After a pause, a sad expression was squeezed out of her pale tired face: "It's really unfortunate that you came, he just died yesterday."

There was absolute silence in the house.

Hoffa: "I'm sorry...what did you say?"

"Go and see for yourself."

Mary turned her head away sadly.

He stepped forward quickly and stopped beside the marble coffin.

The words "Frank Dean" were affixed to the coffin, and in the dark green square glass cover, an ancient copper lamp glowed, covering Frank's wrinkled old face.

Frank Dean is forty-five years old. He is lying in a circle of not-so-fresh plants. He looks like an eighty-year-old man withered and covered with fish-scale tattoos.

Frank hung up?

Before he came, he thought about a hundred possibilities. He thought about what to do if Frank was unwilling to lend him a boat. He thought about what to do if he was too snobbish and the lion opened his mouth. He even thought about how this guy would take refuge. What will happen to Germany.

But he had no idea that he had written to him last month, and he would die this month.

This made Hoffa want to laugh for some reason.

Since the first time I saw this guy, he has spent endless smuggling and various transactions. He is cunning and cautious by nature, and is considered a well-known expert among the Gray Wizards.

Immortal early... Immortal late...

What to do now, without a ship, the plan to go to the UK is nothing short of a fantasy.

Looking to one side of Frank's wife Mary, who was full of distress, since he is dead, he should talk to his wife about borrowing the boat. But when it came to his lips, Hoffa was a little hard to tell. It was too true that someone else's husband came to ask for a boat as soon as he died.

"How did you die?"

He asked in a heavy tone.

"I don't know, what terrible guy I met when I went to sea, when I came back, when I was transported back by his subordinates, it was already like this.

With that said, the woman covered her mouth with a handkerchief in grief.

Pointed to the middle part of the man's body.

Hoffa's eyes stopped in the middle. He vaguely saw that Frank's body was actually in two pieces under the cover-up clothes, and he was neatly chopped in half.

This made his heart stop beating.

Such a sharp sword injury can be done to such a degree... Could it be that the guy is nearby?

"Sorrow and change, ma'am." He patted the widow on the shoulder and said softly, politely.

"It's okay, may I ask, Mr. Bach, what's the matter?" the woman asked, wiping her tears.

"Oh, that's it, I came here to want to..."

He hadn't waited for him to explain his intentions clearly.

boom! !

A loud gunshot outside the house interrupted his plan to borrow a boat.

What followed was screaming and angrily: "...put down your gun, you incompetent barbarian!!"

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Hearing the sound, their faces changed. Hoffa immediately left the young widow and hurriedly left the darkroom.

A chaotic scene was happening outside the house at the moment. Several unopened packages of biscuits and bread were scattered on the concrete floor of the dock. A group of skinny children lay on the ground like a group of monkeys, scrambling to deliver food like a group of dogs fighting for food. The mouth was stuffed, and some were stuffed too eagerly, causing the dirt to be eaten into the mouth.

On the side, several heavily armed men held up their guns, trying to pull the children fighting for food away. Among them, the armed mob who looked like a baboon did not hesitate to pick up a refugee child by the collar, drag him up, and slam him heavily on the ground.

Chloe tried to push the armed mobs away with his hands, but the effect was counterproductive. The baboon-like man didn't mean to stop at all. He pushed back and pushed the nun to the ground heavily.

boom!

Then he fired another shot into the sky, trying to scare the nun away. But the nun didn't hesitate to stand up, and rushed to stand in front of him again, "What are you doing!?"

The baboon-like man spit on the ground viciously: "It's me who should ask this! What are you doing on my site?"

"I'll give them some food! Are you in charge?"

"Here, I said you can't eat, no one is allowed to eat!"

"Who do you think you are, Caesar?"

"you......!"

"enough!!"

Hoffa looked at the group of children vying for food on the ground like wild dogs, and thought with his **** what was going on.

This mother-influenced nun didn't even listen to her words at all. As soon as she left, she stabbed out a small basket.

He rushed forward, pushed the overseer away with one hand, and protected Chloe with the other.

"Take care of your girl!"

The armed mob angrily pressed Hoffa's forehead and bumped it.

Hoffa felt angry, and at this moment he was not pleasing to Chloe, and even more not pleasing to the baboon in front of him. But he still had to borrow a boat, so he couldn't tear his face with the smuggler's men for the time being, so he could only stare back.

At this time, the young widow also came out. Seeing how chaotic the scene was, she covered her mouth with an exclamation, and immediately drew back into the house.

The nun saw her and turned to meet her.

"Why don't you care about your subordinates?" she asked in the same way, and the armed mob on the side was furious.

"Uh... this, I... I... that's not..."

The twenty-year-old woman was questioned fiercely by a girl three or four years younger than herself.

"Are you indifferent to seeing those children starving to death?" The nun took out her best moral condemnation.

"I...I...no..."

The young widow's face was gloomy and ashamed, and she looked very regretful for her negligence. She shed tears and looked at her subordinates as if for help.

The baboon male Matthew held up his chest, struttingly stopped in front of the widow Mary, and scolded Chloe: "Insane, let's care about them whether they live or die, do you have a fart relationship with you?"

He ridiculed the nuns and said: "It was not we who caused them to fall here, nor did we force them to live here."

The widow was relieved when she said this, showing a relieved expression. After a little calm, she smiled bitterly again:

"Matthew, that's not right."

"Mary."

"You... go ahead. Leave it to me here."

Matthew snorted, warning Chloe and Hoffa with a thumb, and then led his men to leave in twos and threes.

After leaving, Mary was very embarrassed to pull up Chloe's wrist, and said anxiously: "Yes...I was negligent, I will pay attention, sir."

"You should help them somehow, you don't look like you lack food."

"Yes, I was negligent."

"Where's that guy named Frank, who is he?"

"He..... He is my husband..."

The widow stammered.

(She is talking to Chloe, but Yu Guang looks at Hoffa.)

The nun wanted to say something more, Hoffa dragged her without saying a word, and dragged her to the corner without resistance. She was forcibly taken away from Frank's morgue.

The armed thugs who had left earlier were gathering around the corner to smoke. When Hoffa and Chloe passed by, the baboon-like thug hit Chloe with a bad shoulder and deliberately shouted loudly. : "Jesus is on, how did this kind of people live so big!?"

The group of armed mobs roared with laughter as Chloe turned his head angrily.

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Coming to the corner of the dock, Chloe shook off Hoffa's arm, his chest undulating.

"What's the matter with you?" Hoffa was like a father educating his daughter: "Didn't I ask you not to make trouble?"

Chloe didn't speak, and stared at him, seeming to believe that he and Frank were the same.

"What is your look?"

She turned her head, even owing her answer.

"If you are like this, we will part ways here." Hoffa threatened duplicity.

"I didn't ask you to send it!"

"Oh...!" Hoffa's eyebrows were erected, "You are really capable."

"Can't you stand on my side and say something for me?"

"I'll speak for you. Who will be responsible if you can't borrow the boat?"

"I thought your relationship with Frank would be stronger."

Hoffa thought that Frank was dead, and there was a **** when it came to the relationship.

At this time, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

He quickly turned around.

Not the group of thugs, but a few yellow-faced and skinny children, hiding in the shadow of the building sneakily, with a light of hunger flashing in their eyes.

"War Orphan..."

Hoffa sighed. No one cares about the lives of these children who were displaced by the war. Frank stayed with them, I'm afraid he would also increase his bargaining chip to enslave those adults.

He reached into his pocket. This action caused those peeping children to get upset and restless, some backed back in fear, and some hugged their heads.

But what Hoffa took out was not a weapon, but a chocolate bar. He stretched out his hand and motioned for them to come and take it.

Seeing the food, the children rushed up, grabbing the chocolate wrapper and stuffing it into their mouths before they had time to remove it. After devouring them, they stared at the gray-haired boy eagerly, wanting more.

Hoffa touched the withered head of one of them, and said softly, "No, come back tomorrow."

After getting an affirmative answer, several children said thank you in a low voice, and walked away from the two of them in one step and three backs.

When he looked back, Chloe looked at him a lot more kindly, no longer disgusted as before.

Hoffa: "Why did you say you offended them."

"I don't want to take these people's boats at all." Chloe: "These guys are not good people at all. They don't even let children go.

Hoffa shook his head: "When the war is over, you have a chance to save them, but now, none of us can care about it."

"but......"

"Nothing but, we are not here for charity. German wizards are still looking for us everywhere. We must leave this land as soon as possible. Can you understand?"

Chloe pursed his lips, not seeming to understand.