Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Hoffa didn't care about the rifle that was not threatening to him in the captain's hand. He turned his head to look coldly, wondering who hit him with the nut. It turned out that Chloe was standing on the moonlit deck, wearing pajamas, holding his knees, panting.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What are you wandering around in the middle of the night?" Hoffa asked rhetorically.

"It's me who should ask this!"

She walked quickly to Hoffa's side, pointed at Matthew and said in amazement, "Don't tell you that you want to kill him."

"Asshole... despicable..."

Matthew, who finally reacted, touched his ears. The blood made him angry. He drew a dagger from his waist and stabbed it into Hoffa's heart.

The move was seen in an instant, Hoffa leaned sideways, grabbed his wrist, lifted it up, and pulled it up, he lost his balance, was dragged to the ground, and then pulled up high.

The captain on the other side pulled the trigger, but was hit by Matthew who was pulling up, and hit the wall with the gun.

Before Matthew resisted a little bit, he grabbed Matthew's hair and stepped on the abdomen of his calf, severely cutting off the possibility of his movement.

"Stop!" Chloe stamped his feet. "Stop it!"

Hoffa's expression gradually became indifferent, and he looked at Chloe, and his hostility gradually rose up.

Chloe: "No murder is allowed, this is the bottom line, I hear you!"

"Which eye did you see that I was about to kill?" Hoffa said softly, "Don't point fingers at me."

"I saw it, your hand deformed into a blade."

"It looks like you followed me for a long time."

"I guess you won't let it go! You promised me, Hoffa. Come back with me."

"These people are already thinking of ways to deal with us, do you know? They are going to poison you with medicine tomorrow!"

"Then you can't..."

"Can't kill him directly!?"

"Of course not."

Chloe stomped anxiously, "What's the difference between you and him when you killed him?"

Taiping, which has been deliberately whitewashed, has been poked into a hole. The differences between different professional values ​​are completely exposed. There is no more harmony, and the atmosphere has become extremely tense.

Hoffa sneered and said with disgust: "Don't tell me any profound truths."

"You...Listen, Hoffa, if you kill everyone and then drive the boat to England at this price, then I'd rather jump into the sea instead of following you."

"Ah?"

At the same time, the sound of violent conflict awakened this small ship, and soon the door of the captain's room was crowded with people.

Mary and the group of refugee children were among them.

Seeing Hoffa, who was holding Matthew's hair in one hand, and the captain slumped in the corner, the widow Mary exclaimed and covered her mouth.

"You...what are you doing...?"

Seeing Mary, Matthew yelled as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "This guy is totally different from us. He ran into the boat and wanted to change our course and want us to take us to the dangerous Britain. He didn't feel good at all. !"

The young widow took a breath, looked at Hoffa, and took a few steps back in horror.

"You...you lie to me!?"

The plan was revealed.

Hoffa let go of his hand expressionlessly, and Matthew fell to the ground with a plop, and he crawled towards Mary tremblingly.

"Mary...Mrs. Dean, madam, hurry up, let this guy get out of here."

Looking at Hoffa, Mary stammered and asked: "So...so, there is nothing...what German wizard wants Frank for?"

Hoffa tilted his head without answering.

Chloe glanced between Mary and Hoffa twice, and understood something. She stretched out her hand to help Mary, but she was chopped and pushed away.

She backed away helplessly, "You...you are a group, you lie to me..."

"Hoffa, explain clearly to her."

Chloe ordered anxiously.

At this moment, everyone looked at the gray-haired young man in the middle of the captain's room with devilish eyes. Seems to be expecting his explanation.

"Hum hum....."

The teenager in the crowd lowered his head and sneered.

The laughter was like the cold wind under the nine quiets blowing over everyone's backbone, making people cold all over.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, stepped forward, and stepped on Matthew's head, making him immobile.

He bent down, held Matthew's hair again, and pulled him up. At this moment, the entire iron cargo ship was creaking under the huge mental field. Matthew looked terrified, and his pants were mostly wet in an instant.

"So what? What if you don't? You don't really think that I care what you think? No, that's too wrong. Actually...I don't care what you think, let alone what the process is? "

Chloe staggered back and leaned against the railing.

The gray-haired boy in front of her made her feel extremely strange.

I saw him turning his icy gaze across everyone: "I will give you a little respect with some means, but now. I don’t care what method you use. After three days, I will see the coastline of the British Isles, otherwise, this There won’t be a single mouth in a boat."

After speaking indifferently, he hit Matthew's face with a heavy punch, which directly broke the bridge of his nose, blood gushing, and Matthew collapsed on the ground, clutching his nose and screaming.

Chloe screamed: "Stop, Bach!"

"As you wish, Sister Sister."

Hoffa threw Matthew away like a torn sack, slammed Chloe's shoulder, and left the captain's room completely ignoring anyone.

......

......

Dawn came again.

The ship turned ninety degrees and headed straight for the British coastal areas. Only this time, there was no more laughter on the boat. Instead, the dignified and murderous atmosphere, the violent bloodshed in the captain's room before, was like an invisible haze that shrouded everyone's hearts.

Those are the fangs of the wizard.

At breakfast, Chloe walked to the door of the widow Mary with a plate on which was neatly placed a few pieces of bread and a glass of water.

Standing at the door, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A hoarse and uneasy voice came from inside the door: "Who?"

"It's me, are you okay?"

Chloe asked through the door.

"Go away!"

The widow inside the door said irritably.

Chloe sighed, "I put the food at the door."

"Wait."

"I'm here."

"You...you come in." The widow changed her mind again.

So Chloe pushed open the door and saw Mary shrinking in the corner of the room, hugging her knees, not daring to move.

Chloe walked to her, patted her on the shoulder, and said softly, "Let's eat something."

"Will he kill me?" the widow asked scared: "If we fail to get the boat to England in two days."

"I won't let him do this. I promise you." Chloe whispered.

"What's the use," Mary sobbed hysterically, "He won't listen to you at all, you can't control him!"

Chloe looked at the frightened widow. There was no good way, but she could only pat her back constantly.

After sobbing for a while, the widow touched her tears, took a deep breath, and patted her chest, "calm...calm..."

She calmed down by talking to herself, and after thinking for a moment, she asked, "What does he like?"

Chloe was taken aback.

"what did you say?"

"I ask you, what does he like?"

"I don't know what he likes?"

"Isn't he your friend?"

"We only met for less than a week."

Mary almost fainted. She gritted her teeth, helped the wall to get up, sat in front of the dressing table, and tremblingly looked through the makeup box.

"what are you doing?"

Chloe asked.

Mary gritted her teeth: "What else can I do?" She started putting makeup on her face as she said. "I go to him at night, maybe it will be useful."

Chloe thought for a long time before realizing what the widow was going to do, only to see Mary painted her face delicate white and put on cherry-shaped lipstick. After painting, she even took off her dignified black robe, put on a set of quite revealing red shirt and short hot pants. At first glance, she was almost as **** as she was wearing no pants.

Chloe didn't know how to stop it, and only sighed in a low voice: "This is useless, trust me."

"Is he gay?" Mary started to panic.

"No...Listen, I don't know, I don't know him, but you don't need to belittle yourself like this."

"It's not like that kind of person." The widow breathed a sigh of relief and said to herself, "Men are the same. Frank beat Matthew before his death, but he never beat me."

She tucked her hair, took a deep breath, stood up, took a small folding fan, half-concealed her face. At this moment, she is more confident than ever.

One last check in the mirror: "I'm going."

After speaking, the widow took the door and left the room.

In the empty room, only Chloe sat on the bed blankly. She had no idea that things would happen to this point. She couldn't stop Mary's choice, and she didn't know how to stop it. She was willing to choose which way to gain a sense of security, that was her freedom.

However, less than three minutes passed.

The door of the room opened again.

Mary, with her delicate makeup, was standing at the door like a failed dog. She closed the door and threw the small fan on the dressing table in despair. She covered her face and said, "I'm done...why am I so unlucky?"

"what's happening?"

Chloe asked quickly.

"I went and knocked on his door, but he ignored it, and the door didn't open."

"Ok....."

Chloe didn't know what to say, she was in a mixed mood.

After being ignored, the widow in fear began to cry helplessly, this time she was really desperate. Tears quickly rushed her carefully prepared makeup into a mess.

While crying, she turned around in the room: "It's dead... It's dead... There are wars everywhere, dead people everywhere. Even if my husband is dead, I still have to meet a bad wizard, how can I? So unlucky...? Why am I so unlucky!?"

"Actually...in fact, you can go to England with me."

The nun suggested: "My grandfather has a manor in England. As long as you go to England with me, I will turn that manor into a monastery. We can live in it together."

"No...No, you must be in the gang with that Bach." The little widow started to smash things in the room hysterically. She pointed to the nun’s nose, indiscriminately: "You guys come together to lie to me, thinking Trick me to the UK... and then sell me, and then my back half spends miserably in the brothel, becoming the plaything of countless ugly men! I... even if I die, don’t accept that. ending!!"

"Hey, what are you thinking about in your head!?" Chloe sighed, rubbing his forehead helplessly, "Listen, if I am that kind of person, or that guy is such a person, you won't come back. So fast."

Her words silenced Mary.

Finally, she snorted angrily: "It must be because he is not normal. If I go to Matthew like this, he will probably go crazy. After Frank's death, those idiots were thinking about getting me to bed all the time, hum. ...And don't take a **** to take pictures of yourself!"

"You have said so, just give it a try. Maybe there will be changes, so that you can live a life of fear all the time, and you have to give up your dignity..."

"Britain is too dangerous," the widow interrupted Chloe without hesitation: "Everyone knows. Wars are the fiercest there, and the dead are the most dead."

"It doesn't matter. I have a great, great, great, great-grandfather who is very good to me. He has lived for hundreds of years, and he has seen any terrible scenes. If only to save his life, he said that the second person can be the first.

The emotional Mary gradually stopped her tears: "Really? Your grandfather is also a wizard?"

"Speaking of which, I am actually a wizard too." The nun said softly.

"Show me the proof." The widow demanded immediately.

Chloe smiled bitterly: "My ability cannot be proven, but I swear by my faith, I will never lie to you."

Looking at Chloe’s lavender eyes, the widow finally calmed down. She slowly said, "You are different from him, you are different from everyone I have seen."

Her face turned from cloudy to sunny, and the widow thought for a moment.

She was curious: "Is your grandfather good? Are the others in your family also wizards?"

Chloe sighed, and said reluctantly: "He is the Director of the Department of Mystery Affairs of the Ministry of Magic, and is probably the equivalent of a Muggle Minister of Defense. If that makes you happy... .."

"Great!" The widow clapped her hands and laughed. If it weren't for the tears on her face, who would have thought she was still crying and crying: "I will go to England with you."

"Yeah, that's great."

Chloe smiled reluctantly, she always thought something was weird. Things are a little different from what I imagined.

After being happy for a few seconds, the widow said anxiously:

"But... but I don't understand anything. Will it cause you trouble if I go, I... I don't know a few words in English."

"It's okay," Chloe comforted her softly, "I can teach you."

"Really?"

"Really, I promise."