Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After reaching the goal by suggestion, Hoffa returned to Chloe, but he did not tell the nun that he had deceived the widow, only that he had borrowed the boat.

The nun did not express anything special about the news.

However, as soon as he packed their luggage, the nun disappeared, which frightened him.

He quickly left his luggage to look for her, but didn't find it for a long time.

As a result, when he returned to the cargo ship in annoyance, the nun walked over with a large number of people from a distance. Those people are old and young, male and female, and they are all refugees.

Hoffa was stunned. He quickly handed his suitcase to a sailor and walked quickly to Chloe: "What do you want to do with a moth!?"

Chloe said, "I want to take them along."

"No, no." Hoffa flatly refused.

"Why don't you take these people with you? They stay here a dead end."

"My little grandma, this ship is only about 30 meters long. It is a small transport ship. Such a ship can carry 20 or 30 people at most. There are hundreds of refugees. It exists in theory."

"Is there nothing you can do, Wuhen Stretching Curse?"

"Magic can't change the nature of things. Even if I can squeeze them into the cabin without enough food, their fate will be worse than it is now."

Chloe looked at Hoffa suspiciously. "I don't believe it."

"Yes," Hoffa pointed at the overseers in the distance.

"You don't have to believe it, but I didn't count this ship. Go and ask that guy."

"Just ask."

Chloe said to the people behind him: "You wait for me here."

Hoffa watched Chloe approach the overseers like a joke.

On the other side, Ma Xianxian directed the sailors to carry items on the spot.

After being reminded by his subordinates, he turned his head and yelled: "Hey, why did you bring them here?"

Chloe didn't panic at all, she said calmly: "I want to take them along."

"So many people are taken away, what about the supply? Don't excrete on the boat. Do you have five loaves and two fishes? You have to follow **** and follow the example yourself. Don't drag us into the water!"

"Hahaha!"

The sailors and armed mobs on the side burst into laughter, and the air was full of joy.

"Can you sympathize with your own kind?"

"Sorry, great good man, I only know that the one who is going to blow up this place is our kind. There are some things you leave to say to the great head of state."

"you......"

"What am I? I'm crazy, they have something to do with me?" Matthew waved his hand irritably, "Come and cool down. I'm not your father, so I don't need to listen to you."

Chloe paled with anger, and Hoffa could not stand in the distance.

He sighed, stepped forward and held her:

"I know your professional requirements, but you also have to respect the objective facts. You can't do it with so many people. This ship is so big."

An elderly female refugee stepped forward. She stood in front of Hoffa and Chloe and prayed in a low voice: "It's okay, don't force it. If you can, just take these children away."

Finished,

"This......"

Hoffa hesitated.

This request is not excessive, there are probably only a dozen children in the crowd. It's just that their destination is not a safe Switzerland, but the United Kingdom, which is full of black witches. Bring these drag oil bottles, I'm afraid it will be difficult to move.

But Chloe agreed.

"Okay, I promise you."

"Hold on here, and I will be back."

She definitely said.

Hey, you two, can't get up yet?

An overseer shouted condescendingly from the ship's side.

"We don't take everyone, we only take a few children.

"If I said no, it won't work. Either you two will come up or don't come up either." Matthew poked his head out and said arbitrarily.

His hand pulled up the rope and stopped the two of them outside the deck.

Just when they were in a stalemate, the widow Mary appeared on the edge of the ship's gunwale:

"Let them come up."

She said: "It's just a few children, it doesn't take up much space and food."

Chloe looked at Mary a little surprised, and Matthew was also quite surprised.

"These people have nothing to do with us."

"It's related, Matthew, please."

The widow whispered.

Seeing the weak appearance of the widow in front of him, the man softened after all, he gave them a vicious look.

"Luck you guys!"

His men untied the rope, and Chloe guarded the children onto the ship. When passing by Mary, she sincerely took her face by the other's hand: "Thank you, you have done a very noble thing."

Mary blushed and she lowered her head.

"It should be."

......

......

The breath of land was left behind, and the cargo ship sailed into the fresh breath of the ocean in the early morning. In a certain area of ​​water not long after entering the sea, the phosphorescence of Sargassum fruit sac flashed, and the ocean current hit the cliffs of the abyss, stirring up whirlpools.

On the deck, the children happily gathered around Chloe to play around. After all, children's nature, adult wars and troubles were quickly abandoned by them.

Widow Mary will bring them some food from time to time, and will talk to Chloe from time to time.

After Mary agreed to let the refugee children board the ship, Chloe's attitude towards her was obviously much better.

She began to speak to Mary to help her with some chores. As the dusk approached, Hoffa even saw Chloe sitting on the deck with her, recite a few poems for her in French.

When Chloe was reciting the poem, Mary was sitting on the deck with her cheek supported, and she looked at each other with bright eyes.

The friendship between them seemed to come more quickly than Hoffa had imagined.

At dusk, while Hoffa was guarding Chloe on the second deck, the captain of the ship came to Hoffa with a few sailors: "Yo."

He has never seen these people. If you look at the dressing up, they are not the same group of armed mobs as Matthew.

One of the sailors took out a bottle of beer and handed it to Hoffa, looking very friendly.

Hoffa declined his beer and nodded politely: "Hello."

"Are you Frank's friend?"

The captain asked.

"Yes it is."

"Then you are...that kind of person?"

The captain's expression seemed to be a thief.

"What kind of person?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Frank's kind...Uh..."

As he asked, the captain looked at Hoffa, "Someone who can use the magic black stick."

Hoffa understood what he was talking about.

The World War led to the collapse of various social orders. Under such circumstances, it is not surprising that Muggles knew about the existence of wizards.

"I don't have a magic wand, but I am a wizard," he replied.

"Without a magic wand...?"

The captain was suspicious.

"Hmm." Hoffa was noncommittal.

Several beer-drinking sailors raised their arms and looked curious.

Captain: "Excuse me, can you show us your hand."

Hoffa smiled: "I'm not a juggler."

"Show your hand." The captain had a look of expectation on his face.

Several sailors nearby also agreed, "Let's open our eyes."

"Just looking at it will not lose anything."

Hoffa just lay on the railing with a smile, watching the sunset over the ocean in the distance, motionless.

After some persuasion to no avail, some sailors thought he was pretending to be a fool, and their expressions became a little contemptuous, and the sailors who didn't want to ask themselves to be bored left him.

It just didn't take a few steps, and an exclamation came from behind.

"what?"

One of the sailors drinking beer suddenly found that the beer in his bottle could not be poured out.

He held the bottle in a puzzled way and looked at the setting sun, only to see that the mouth of the glass bottle in his hand was entangled like a rope for some reason, and a drop of wine could not flow out.

But just now, the mouth of the wine bottle was still normal.

This matter, all the sailors holding the beer discovered the problem, and all of them shouted in a fuss.

The gray-haired boy lying on the railing raised an arm.

"It's better not to drink while sailing, understand?"

Looking at the young man's back, they threw away the twisted wine bottle in their hands, pushing and shoving back.

......

......

Finally, the setting sun sinks to the bottom of the sea, and night falls.

The children on the deck were also tired from playing. They went to the cabin on the lower deck to rest after Chloe’s greeting.

The room Mary arranged for Hoffa was fairly comfortable. The heavy brass flowerpots in the room were planted with green plants, and the tiles looked like worn-out marble chessboards. The rolling shutter door resembles a gilded iron cage, and the mahogany panelling exudes the fragrance of lemon oil and cigarillos.

He lay down in an armchair, and the fluffy fiber padding created a comfortable contrast with the soft Belgian carpet.

But he was not dizzy by the warmth, the destination of this ship was not England, and he had to find a way to make it turn.

Was thinking about it. There was a knock at the door, opening the door, it turned out to be Chloe.

There was excitement and joy on her face, and after entering the door, she circled happily: "I have a great idea, Hoffa."

"what?"

"When we return to England, I want to build a monastery there so that the children can live in it."

"Ok."

"I think the woman named Mary is pretty good." Chloe said: "It's actually much better than I expected. Today she accompanied me to distribute food to the children."

"Ok."

"When my monastery is built, Mary, I can let her be my deputy."

"Really?" Hoffa smiled.

He didn't tell her that Mary's goal was not Britain at all. In fact, this ship is not going to Britain at all.

Chloe, "How about you?"

"I?"

"Do you have any arrangements, after you return to the UK."

After asking, after waiting for a long time, Hoffa croaked out a word, "Let's talk about it."

The nun said enthusiastically:

"Why don't you come here after the completion of my monastery? I can open a male monastery and invite some priests to teach you about Christianity..."

"Humph......"

Before she finished speaking, Hoffa chuckled lightly.

"What are you laughing at?"

Chloe asked curiously.

"Are you trying to preach to me?"

"Hey, can't it?"

"Did I tell you that my father is actually an Oriental?"

"so what."

"There is a saying in the East that the world is not benevolent and everything is a dog. I don't believe in God, let alone that God cares about humans, so no matter what you say, I won't believe it." Hoffa simply rejected Chloe.

The nun's passionate expression solidified and slowly disappeared. The boy in front of him is like a firefighter standing on an iceberg. No matter how she burns, there will always be cold water pouring down, making her very clear and disappointed.

She stood up: "I'm going back, it's already late, you can rest early."

"Ok."

Chloe closed the door glumly, in a bad mood.

Except for the sound of the engine, the room was silent.

Hoffa sat up from the chair. At this point, Chloe still didn't know where the ship was heading. He only thought that he had borrowed the ship, but the ship was not heading in the direction of his destination.

How to make this ship change its course and head to England has become the biggest problem before him.

His purpose is ulterior, and he is unwilling to tell others, but he has to turn the ship around, no matter what the cost is.

Thinking about it, his gaze focused on the chart hanging on the wall.

Now they are in the English Channel. The English Channel is only 560 kilometers long, which is not wide, it can be said to be very narrow. The narrowest point is the Strait of Dover, which is only 34 kilometers wide.

If you can find a relatively suitable position, you can change the direction without knowing it.

It may only take two days, or even only one day. Perhaps by the time those crew members reacted, the ship was already close to the British coast.

At that time, I will transform into a Thunderbird, take Chloe to the British Isles, send it to London, and give it to Fatir, maybe...

Thinking of the excitement, he bit his lower lip, his body trembled slightly, and punched his palm.

Making up his mind, he opened the door without hesitation, and sneaked to the captain's room in the dark.

The room leading to the captain's room was guarded by two armed mobs. There was no threat to Hoffa, who was good at sneaking. He bypassed the guards and then climbed to the top of the cabin like a chameleon. I want to adjust the route to the direction close to the UK without knowing it.

However, when he stood on the wall and stood at the door of the captain's room, he heard someone chatting in the captain's room.

"Did Mary rest?"

"rest."

"Where did you sleep?"

"The third bedroom under the deck, but..."

"But what?"

"But you can't pass."

"why?"

"Because she lives with that ugly nun."

"Shit, really?"

"Really,

"Oh shit....."

Hoffa poked his head slightly and saw the scene in the room clearly.

Matthew scolded and placed the tripod on the instrument tray, holding the wine bottle and cigarette, and vomiting fog. Next to him, sat the captain whom he saw during the day.

Matthew: "Let me tell you that the nun is a bit ugly, she is still in good shape, and her head is the same. Are you interested?"

"Don't mess around, Matthew. The kid next to her is a wizard."

"what,"

Matthew had a drink with his hand: "What did you say?"

"I said you don't do anything messy, that gray-haired boy is a wizard!" The captain warned in a low voice.

The legs that Matthew had placed on the cabinet snapped back.

"It's a wizard again!?"

"Yes, I went to test it during the day, he can block the bottle without knowing it."

"Block the bottle? What are you talking about..."

The captain mysteriously took out a glass bottle with a knotted mouth from the cabinet and handed it to Matthew.

Looking at the wine bottle with wide eyes, Matthew was relieved, and he threw the bottle away: "That's it, I thought it was a terrific method. This is far from real witchcraft." He waved his hand indifferently.

"Have you seen any witchcraft."

"Of course I have seen it. Do you know how Frank died?"

"How did you die?" The captain became curious.

A look of fear appeared on Matthew's face, and he fell into the memory.

"I still remember three days ago, Frank took us to sea to receive a batch of goods from America. As a result, the entire sea surface was inexplicably frozen at the time of delivery.

Afterwards, a man carrying a huge cross sword walked on the sea, like a statue of a god, he was unattainable and unstoppable.

With just one sword, he cut off the boat that Frank was riding in, and Frank jumped into the sea, trying to escape. He was abruptly grasped in his hand, and chopped in half in a blink of an eye.

On that day, all of Frank's smuggling ships were wiped out in gunfire, and it took less than three minutes. I, you want to ask me what is witchcraft, that man uses witchcraft. "

After listening to Matthew's words, the captain looked at the wine bottle in his hand and threw him away annoyed: "It's actually teasing me... Since that's not real witchcraft, that ugly nun and gray-haired man, we want How to do?"

"We give him some medicine."

Frank said indifferently, "Increase the dose, put it in the breakfast tomorrow morning and send it to him and the foolish nun, and throw these two guys and the group of refugee kids into the sea early, saving me looking sick."

"But...Mrs. Dean...?"

"Ok?"

Matthew made a questioning prolonged sound through his nose.

"Excuse me, what about Miss Mary?

"Let her go, her ears are soft, and she will be convinced by a slight tap. This time, I should teach him a lesson and let her know who is the boss here."

"I understand."

Facing Matthew's madness, the captain echoed in a low voice.

After one hour.

The full moon is high above the sea.

The captain's room fell into silence, with only undulating snoring.

Hoffa quietly walked out of the darkness, and crept around a few glass wine bottles on the ground.

Matthew was leaning on the leather chair, snoring with his head up, drooling from the corners of his mouth. The captain was lying in the gondolas beside him, snoring loudly.

Standing next to the sleeping Matthew, Hoffa raised his right hand, his fingers grew and grew like vines, and gradually became entangled into a sharp spiral thorn.

He lifted the thorny spikes gleaming high, and stabbed them heavily.

A second before the blood splashed on the spot, a screw cap flew from a distance and hit Hoffa's head with a thud.

He crooked his hand after the pain, and sharply slid the target once and swiped under Matthew's temple. It pierced his ears straight.

The sleeping man screamed.

"Who...who is there!!"

He pushed Hoffa aside, rolled over and fell to the ground, and then climbed up from his seat, seeing a pair of eye-catching golden eyes in the dark.

The call awakened the captain, who backhanded out a rifle from under the console and pointed it tremblingly at Hoffa.

"You... raise your hand!"