Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In the middle of the night, a crackling flame was burning in the depths of the harbor. The enslaved men finished their work and returned to their camp under the watch of the sentry.

The filthy air was filled with whispers and mixed discussions, and the discussions were directed towards the young nun without exception.

I saw that guy took the food out of her non-mark stretched backpack and distributed them one by one to the refugees. Gradually, she became acquainted with the refugees. They put down their guard, surrounded her, and looked at Jesus. His eyes looked at her, full of reverence.

Because of her extremely firm belief, Hoffa couldn't persuade her not to do such a thing, and could only stay within her position and keep her away from her sight.

But her actions undoubtedly annoyed the local thugs.

After Frank's death, these thugs still surrendered to the widow Mary in name. In fact, this surrender was completely superficial. Their actual leader is the baboon male named Matthew.

And the measure he took was to arrange a dozen of his subordinates to watch Hoffa and Chloe in shifts on a distant sentry tower.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Chloe returned. She sat by the campfire, took off her nun hat, and rubbed her hair exhaustedly. After rubbing her hair, she straightened her arms and moved her muscles and bones in a way that **** was crucified. Afterwards, she squatted by the bonfire and sprinkled the spare march rations brought by Hoffa in a small tin pot and boiled it.

The food in the tin pot boiled, and the nun took a bite with a spoon and asked, "Have you eaten it?"

"No."

"Your slave friend didn't entertain you?"

She asked while serving the porridge.

"He's dead, don't tell me you haven't heard."

"Huh?" Chloe gave a spoon, stunned: "I don't know, how did he die?"

"It was chopped in half by a muscular idiot," Hoffa said calmly.

"Huh..." The nun sighed, put down the food-stirring spoon, touched the Trinity with her finger, and muttered an inaudible prayer.

After praying, she said to Hoffa quite sincerely: "Sorry."

Hoffa was expressionless: "I'm not sad, what are you apologizing for?"

"Oh my God..."

The nun groaned, "Okay, you are really cold-blooded."

She gave Hoffman a piece of porridge and asked: "By the way, how do you plan to get a boat to take me to England."

"I didn't think about it." He stared into the darkness, and his palm unconsciously flicked the flame.

To be honest, he and the widow named Mary were not acquainted, and after Chloe's troubles, he felt very hopeless that he could borrow the boat.

"By the way, when I was taking care of the refugees, they told me bad news."

"what?"

"There is only one boat here, the one we saw at the dock during the day."

Hoffa was taken aback, then sneered: "Impossible, Frank has at least twenty ships under his command."

"Yes, but there was a big bombing here a few days ago. Most of the ships were destroyed in that bombing. Only the last one is left here."

The only boat.....

He secretly said that it was bad, thinking that if there were twenty boats here, it would be easy to borrow one by himself. But if there is only one boat, it is not that simple to borrow it. Everyone understands the truth that things are precious.

As he was talking, a figure walked in the distance. It was the young widow she met during the day, Mary.

She was wearing the black dress during the day, wearing a retro black headdress with flowers, walking slowly to the bonfire, rubbing the skirt with some awkwardness, and waving hands to say hello to the two people sitting on the ground.

Chloe stood up, and Hoffa stood up too.

"Are you... sleeping out tonight?"

The widow seemed very polite.

The two nodded.

Mary: "Uh...you don't need to live here. There are many places to sleep in my house, if you want."

"I don't care." He Nunuou mouth, lightly kicked the ball to Chloe.

"Don't go."

Chloe said decisively.

She had a stinky face, looking upset at the other party.

The widow smirked awkwardly, but did not leave.

Hoffa: "Thank you for your kindness, but it's so late, what can you do for us?"

The young widow rubbed her hands anxiously: "I have something to trouble you."

"what is the matter?"

"There will be a funeral tomorrow, and the funeral needs a priest. But there is no priest in this area, so..." The woman turned her gaze to Chloe, "I would like to ask my nun to help us preside over the funeral. ."

Hoffa was taken aback. He didn't understand European funeral customs, so he turned his head to look at Chloe, only to find that Chloe's face was very ugly, and she decisively refused:

"That's the duty of a priest, and as a nun, I must never touch it."

"No...no, don't be so troublesome." Mary waved her hand quickly: "As long as you can go up and read..."

"Don't be kidding, okay?"

Chloe interrupted Mary: "Mass and burial ceremonies are both sacred. They are the gateway to heaven for the dead and the basis for helping God to judge souls. Do you think anyone in any church can preside?"

After Chloe had finished speaking, Hoffa couldn't help but want to laugh, and the widow Mary was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Chloe said with a cold face: "If you just want to find someone to deal with it, you don't actually have to ask someone from the church to host it. Normal male friends can also host it."

"But... Frank had no friends during his lifetime."

"Who said no friends, this is not a ready-made friend?"

Chloe pointed at Hoffa, then squatted down to take care of the porridge.

The widow turned to look at him again, her pretty face like a porcelain doll full of anxiety and helplessness.

The ball was kicked back into Hoffa's hands. He thought that if he agreed to preside over the funeral, it would be an opportunity to ease the relationship. There was only one ship left, and Frank passed away again. If you want to borrow the ship, you must pay a price.

So he smiled sincerely: "That's right, Frank was also a good friend of mine when he was alive, what should I do?"

......

......

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was gloomy like a thick ink splashing on the horizon, without the slightest whiteness, it was so heavy that it was about to fall, suppressing the whole world quietly.

In the early morning of the second day after Hoffa arrived in Normandy, Frank's coffin began to be buried. European funerals are not as complicated as Asian funerals. At the ceremony, only Frank's wife, Mary, and several of his men were present.

Standing in front of the big hole that had just been dug out, Hoffa coughed a few times while holding a crumpled piece of paper. Dryly recite the professional eulogy that Chloe wrote to him.

"The road to God is undetectable. In his proverbs and his mysteries, he shows his compassion. Even though he has given us revelations, we still need to consider carefully. When we open our arms, the earth Not only took away our ethereal body, but also took in our supremely glorious soul..."

Reading, Hoffa began to wander around.

(Frank is a violent and hot-tempered wizard. Because of smuggling activities, he offends and slaughters by no means a few. Even he and Norbert, when dealing with him, can never meet without seeing each other. This is the case. People, if you can go to heaven, there will be ghosts.)

".... Everything that passes quietly, this world has no end. Rest in peace, my friend, your soul will continue. Your birth and your existence are only to convey a poem of hope, forever , I walked through that dark lawn...I won't feel fear, because your soul is with me..."

Finally, after he read all the eulogy without emotion, applause was sparsely heard from below, the coffin was buried in the soil, and the funeral was over.

After the funeral, Hoffa walked to Mary in a black dress and whispered, "Can I take a step to speak, madam?"

After delaying for a day and giving Frank an end, it was time to say what he wanted.

Mary nodded.

The two walked to the far side of the tomb under the tree, and had not yet begun to speak.

A hand was inserted between the two.

It was the overseer named Matthew. He looked at Mary: "Madam, we are ready. May I ask when you will board the ship."

Mary said quickly: "Wait a moment, I'll talk to Mr. Bach, and I'll go over immediately."

Matthew: "Okay, hurry up, we are waiting for you."

After speaking, he glanced at Hoffa with an unkind expression and turned to leave.

Boarding...

Hoffa felt something was wrong. "Where are you going?"

"Oh." Mary smiled: "Matthew is going to take me to Switzerland, where there is no war, he said it is safe there."

Hoffa shook his heart.

It's over.

There is only one boat, and I have to go to Switzerland.

No wonder when I first arrived, I saw those armed mobs driving the refugees to add coal to the boat. That said, that boat would definitely not be loaned to myself.

Unknowingly, the situation took a turn for the worse. He encountered a silent crisis. Everything before that was gone. How could he borrow the boat?

"what's happenin?"

Mary asked curiously: "What's the matter with Mr. Bach coming over?"

Hoffa's heart moved quickly, but a relaxed smile appeared on his face:

"Madam, it's like this. Norbert and I owed Frank five hundred francs for the raw materials during our lifetime."

He snapped his fingers quite chicly, and a roll of paper money **** with rubber bands flew from the air extremely fast, and fell into Hoffa's hands precisely.

When Mary looked at his operation, her eyes suddenly became a little more fearful and respectful.

Catching the paper money, he unfastened the rubber band and said casually: "Although Frank is no longer there, I think the debt that should be repaid still has to be repaid."

"Uh...really? Oh, I really trouble you to take a trip."

Mary didn't doubt that he had him, and she was grateful and bent down while holding her skirt.

"but,"

Hoffa halted the money and slowly said: "Frank also promised us that there will be a batch of metal raw materials to be delivered to me and Norbert. Do you know about this, Madam?"

"what......"

Mary removed her eyes from the roll of money: "This...I never heard of it."

"I haven't heard of it, this is a headache."

After pretending to think about it, he passed the paper money in his hand.

"Forget it, I don't know if I don't know, after all, Frank has passed away, I will go to other suppliers."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bach." The woman respectfully accepted the money, looking relieved: "Then, I will leave first. Mr. Bach."

"Yeah." He nodded, with a very casual expression.

The little widow put the money in her pocket and turned around contentedly.

"Wait a minute." Hoffa stopped her.

"Are there any more orders? Mr. Bach." The widow looked at him curiously.

"You know the wizard, right."

Mary was startled, he glanced around and lowered his voice: "I know."

Hoffa looked more serious: "Okay, then I'll just say it. I'm coming from Paris and I've heard some rumors."

Seeing the other person's serious look, the widow was a little curious and nervous: "What rumor."

"There are a large number of German wizards who are looking for Frank everywhere because of arms smuggling. I have a few informants in the military, so I know about this. As Frank’s friend, I kindly remind you to be careful of Germany on the road. wizard."

"What! Germany... German wizards are looking for us..."

The widow exclaimed, and as soon as she finished her call, she slammed her mouth like a balloon being poked. She was so frightened that she grabbed Hoffa's arm and her back was straight.

"real or fake...?"

"Do I have to lie to you?"

Looking at each other for a moment, she stammered and asked: "Hug...sorry, I...what should I do, Mr. Bach."

"I don't know that."

He shrugged, "My friend and I will leave here this afternoon, so take care of yourself."

After speaking, he turned and left without reluctance.

Just a few steps away, an anxious cry came from behind: "Wait a minute, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. A smile at the corner of his mouth was fleeting, then he slowly turned around, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

"Um... I... I want to ask, where are you going?"

"Sorry, it has nothing to do with you." Hoffa said indifferently.

"no no....."

The woman waved her hands again and again: "I just, just ask casually, if I offend, just treat me as saying nothing."

Hoffa looked up and down at Mary for a moment, only to see that fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her anxious nose, and she snickered. Good guy, fortunately this woman has no brains, and what others say is what they say. Otherwise, my plan to borrow a boat to go to the UK will definitely fail.

"I want to help my friend find a safe place. As you know, France is a bit dangerous lately."

"Where do you go?"

"......"

He was silent in an unpredictable posture.

The widow rolled her eyes, "Uh... uh... it's like this, Frank... Frank has several warehouses in Switzerland. I think the materials you need, They may all be in the warehouse. If you don’t mind, you can, come with us."

After speaking, the widow rubbed her hands on the spot, looking at him expectantly.

Hoffa held his chin and pretended to think for a moment, and finally nodded reluctantly.

"Okay, right, it's okay anyway, I'll go with your boat once."

"Ah, that's great..."

The restless widow breathed a sigh of relief.