Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

As night fell, the November cold made the land of England even colder than that of France. The sky was shining with dim stars, like fireworks that were about to go out.

Hoffa walked along the long coastline with a torch in his hand, with only a nun beside him, and a desolate and empty town.

He didn't use lighting magic, and the lighting spell without the wand was not difficult for him, but he didn't want to be noticed by anyone.

However, no accident happened for a while after the two landed on the coast. For a long time, none of them met a single person.

I didn't see the black witch walking everywhere, the corpses were as many as dogs, and I didn't see the legendary Muggle army. Some only have land left empty due to war, and abandoned towns densely covered with water vapor.

Except for the screaming noises one after another when the wind comes, the land is deadly silent. In contrast, even the low squeaking noise of walking is particularly loud. There are no birds singing in the forest, and no pedestrians walking in the streets.

There are only dilapidated and collapsed houses, and there are intertwined withered thorns growing bare on the rocks. The few weeds are almost all nettles, and occasionally some plants with jagged or spiked thorns.

There are even some smelly plants, if you accidentally step on them, the rancidity will overflow. Even where there is moonlight, there is no warmth at all. The pale half-moon hung in the forest tips in the west, and the light was cold, as if it was mixed with shadows.

On the ground, you can occasionally see pools of dried blood, which are scattered everywhere like brown lichens, but unexpectedly there are no corpses.

Calm and terrible.

Had it not been for the icy coldness on his face every morning when he got up, and the groaning of his hungry stomach every night because of food shortage, Hoffa would almost think he had entered some strange dream again.

It was another long walk in no man's land, from day to night, after night.

"Should you take a break? We've been away all day."

Chloe asked in a low voice beside Hoffa, her clothes were sloppy at the moment, but the ugly makeup that covered her face gradually disappeared, revealing a tired but refined face.

"Ok."

Hoffa didn't talk too much nonsense. He held down the ground and used Transfiguration to create a simple cave in the rock and start a bonfire. In the surrounding empty towns, he collected some food for Chloe and himself.

It's mostly ordinary canned food, hard and moldy cheese, or marching food discarded by some soldiers. But they can't be picky at this time, they can only eat what they have.

Time was approaching mid-November, and the long search without results made Hoffa wonder whether his judgment was correct. If Muller Mans was not as shrewd as he thought, he would not bet on the group of children at all, waiting on the shore .

Or Chloe is not that important to them. He has turned around and returned to Germany a long time ago. Isn't his search during this period of time a waste of time?

The flames were crackling and burning in the dark, and there were only two of them around, and they were talking about everything they could talk about. Most of the time, there was only silence between them.

"Are you still looking for?"

Suddenly Chloe asked, hugging his knees.

"Don't find it!?"

Hoffa fiddled with the fire. This was the first time the nun had given him up in such a long time.

"I just asked, and didn't mean to give up."

"Then continue." Hoffa said.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"what?"

"Why are you sending me back? What benefits Delfina promises you, or do you need me to do something for you?" She asked half jokingly and half seriously.

"Huh? Why are you asking this?"

"I want to know," the nun said in a rare and delicate tone: "You tell me."

"When I get to London, I will naturally tell you."

Hoffa said absently, "He doesn't really want to answer this topic."

"Okay." The nun said with a tired smile: "You are different from when I first met."

"real or fake,"

Hoffa was curious, "Where is it different?"

"Well," the nun thought for a while, "I'll tell you when we get to London."

Hoffa curled his lips. "Get off early and continue tomorrow."

The stars in the sky shone slightly, and the nun who had eaten a simple dinner leaned against the rock and began to doze. When she fell asleep, she slid her head on Hoffa's shoulder.

I don't know it was the first few times that she leaned on herself after falling asleep. It might be because of the cold, or it might just be that her shoulders were slightly softer than the rock.

Hoffa didn't push her away. In this empty and lonely environment, he was glad that there was a life around him.

Maybe there are two... He took out the glass ball around his waist and looked at the unknown creature he had captured. It stretched its tentacles, slowly spinning and dancing in the glass ball made by Transfiguration.

These days, he would curiously take out this thing every night to observe it, hoping to figure out its hidden secrets.

But it just hovered in the glass bottle every day, neither eating nor drinking, let alone any communication with Hoffa. Even if he used Transfiguration to conjure a spike in the glass bottle and stab it, it just circled away gracefully, silently.

However, the creature's performance today is a bit strange. When it noticed that Hoffa was looking at it, its chaotic smoke-like head opened like a flower, and the starlight passed through the cloud of smoke and refracted on the glass ball. Maps.

On the map, he saw the campfire he had lit, the sleeping Chloe, and a moving light spot in the distance.

"What does it mean?"

Hoffa came to the spirit, he asked in a low voice, this little monster that can bring nightmares is mysterious and unpredictable, until now, he has not figured out what its power is.

The monster in the glass bottle just rises and circulates, like a spirit in a bottle, silent but enchanting.

"Chloe?"

He pushed the nun next to him, and the nun let out a uniform breathing sound, lazily like a cat, curled up next to his arm, without thinking of it.

Hoffa gave up the idea of ​​waking her up. He pushed her head away a little bit, stood up, and stared at the moving light spot on the map. Is this little monster reminding himself that there is someone nearby?

I can't see it alone for so many days. It would be great if I could find someone to ask and understand the situation.

The spot of light was not far from his position. In the end, Hoffa made up his mind and he wanted to see it. A piece of clothing was covered on Chloe, and a protective charm was imposed on her side. Then set off quickly.

He was very fast, in the night, like a ghost, and there was no one in the empty town at night to hinder him. Soon, he followed the route map on the glass ball to the estuary of the river near the sea.

Here, he found a cargo ship stranded at the mouth of the sea with a big hole in its abdomen exploded by artillery fire. It was the small cargo ship they took after the Normandy port in France.

Seeing the ship, Hoffa's eyes lit up, and he stepped onto the freighter skewed on the sand in three steps and two steps.

However, when he boarded the ship, the ship was already empty. The messy and **** deck still told of the chaos and cruelty that had happened here. Hoffa touched the dry and brown blood on the ground and frowned.

People were taken away.

He took out the glass ball, and the light spot on the glass ball flickered and moved slightly less than five meters away from him.

"Who is there!?"

He asked.

No one answered.

In such a quiet but solemn atmosphere, the abacus for peaceful questioning gradually fell through. He put on his metal gloves, and the black iron piece covered his right hand little by little.

As if feeling the danger, the head of the monster in the glass ball closed and continued to hover aimlessly.

The light of the glass ball went out, and Hoffa raised his finger and chanted softly, "Fluorescence is flying." A silver light spot flew up from his fingertips in an anti-gravity manner, and circled his head once.

Continue to walk in, the light of the fluorescent curse seemed to meet some resistance, and it became dimmed.

It was completely different from the ship he saw when he was crossing the sea. There were spots of blood stuck to the white painted walls.

A wooden stick with a clothes hook was nailed to the wall by the door. That's what the crew used to hang clothes. Newspaper is pasted under the stick. The newspaper was full of scratches. When someone was being dragged away from here, he used to forcefully grasp the board but nothing happened.

The wall on the side. There is nothing left. Only the wires hanging on it were originally connected to the doorway of the captain's room. I don't know if it was exploded by the curse or by the artillery fire, and a piece of pulp was broken on the ground.

He went all the way down.

The sloping stairs made a creaking sound under his feet. He still remembered this place, when it was at sea, and there were many children running around in this corridor.

When he reached the left stairs on the second floor below the deck, the ground became more broken and chaotic, and he stepped on something that was semi-soft and not hard. When I moved my foot away, it turned out to be a human hand.

Broken hands that were blown up.

Looking along the broken part, he saw moonlight shining in from the huge gap in the bulkhead. It was a gap exploded by artillery fire. There was a man's head hanging on the metal of the gap.

Under the flying fluorescence, Hoffa walked to the man's head.

It's Matthew.

The mob who originally planned to throw his hemp into the sea to feed the fish, now under the shining of the flying fluorescence, looking at himself with a pale and grim attitude, seems to be accusing the German wizard of the ruthlessness and cruelty at the moment of his arrival.

Hoffa removed his eyes and looked at the ground.

The pedal is covered with thick coagulated blood, which coagulates for a long time, but still has the unique texture of blood. In the dried blood, some footprints can be seen, very shallow, left behind not long ago.

He gently put his foot on the pedal and stepped on it. With a creaking sound, the explosion did not completely destroy the structure of the hull, and was able to bear his own weight.

So I went all the way down to the ground floor and saw that the door of the room I used to live in was now open. The opening method was not shaken off by the explosion, but was opened by someone pushing the handle.

He touched the wall, his vigilance increased again.

If unsurprisingly, all the people here should have been taken away by Mans. Could it be that there are still fish that slip through the net under the hands of so many wizards?

Or do they think they will come back?

So stay here to block yourself.

The fluorescent spell disappeared.

???? He concentrated, his body waved and disappeared into the air like a chameleon, at the same time. He cautiously kicked away the shards of glass scattered on the ground, standing at the door of the room like a ghost. Under the cold moonlight, he saw the light spots on the ground in the room blur quickly.

Someone.

He is sure of this.

But he was also sure that the other party could not see him. Just like he couldn't see that guy either.

It was so stalemate for almost three or four minutes, and a dark cloud in the sky obscured the bright moonlight. There was a soft noise in the corner, and a faint wave of magical power, and the shadows on the ground were blurred again.

Hoffa immediately turned around, and a dangerous coma spell floated past him. A dangerous red light flashed on his magic gloves, and he raised his hand and slammed it back.

The wooden door panel seemed to be hit by an invisible air hammer, and it sagged, followed by a muffled grunt that suppressed pain.

"come out."

Hoffa pressed the invisible transparent head tightly with his hands.

This time, the answer was a sharp sharp knife, which was a deformed wand. Hoffa knew nothing more about this trick, and he only made a slight mistake. The transformation curse was quickly disintegrated under the confrontation of mental power, and the opponent's sharp knife turned back to a magic wand. Not only that, he also grabbed the transparent wrist of the opposite person.

"Is it only to this degree?"

Hoffa said.

The disillusioned man struggled for a while, did not break free, he chanted in a low voice: "Burning flames!"

The orange flame rose from the transparent arm, making his arm hot and hot. Hoffa threw his arm away, and at the same time snatched his wand, and quickly moved back three steps.

"If you don't come out again, don't blame me for being impolite."

Accompanied by Sen Leng's words, except for his feet, other parts of the cabin were deformed, and sharp iron thorns grew.

Crackling, a soft noise was accompanied by violent fluctuations in magical power. The man actually abandoned his wand, intending to Apparate, Hoffa's five fingers joined together, and the spikes were bent and grew wildly five meters away.

"Ouch!"

Accompanied by a cry that took away the London accent, "Let go of me!"

A wizard was dragged out of the state of apparition. This is a man in a black and yellow robe, with a tall and wide chin,

He didn't seem to be very old, only one or two years older than Hoffa.

If it was an opponent encountered in this environment in the past, Hoffa would probably not hesitate to incapacitate the opponent and then interrogate him.

But this time, he didn't choose to do that, but Yiyan let go of the boy in front of him. Because he had a badger tattooed on his chest in a yellow and black wizard robe. This is a Hogwarts student, or Hufflepuff College.