Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Which flavor do you like?"

Asked the owner of the ice cream shop.

This should be a sunny street, with brilliant light shining on the snow-white table, shining brightly.

"What's the taste?"

Hoffa leaned over at the table behind the ice cream parlor, excited.

"There are two flavors."

The boss stood by the big bucket on the left side of the bar, pressed the switch, and a ball of light blue and white ice cream spun out from the opening: "This flavor is mint and vanilla flavor. It will make you fascinated by it. Energetic and full of passion for life!"

Snapped.

The boss put the ice cream in front of Hoffa, turned around and went to another big bucket behind the bar, pressed the switch, and a bunch of red ice cream hovered out of the machine: "This one is strawberry and rum flavor, although There is no excitement like the previous one, but it allows you to find a lasting gentleness and sweetness in the scorching summer, which will last for a long time."

Two ice creams, one red and one blue, were placed on the snow-white table and pushed over. The boss asked: "Which one do you want?"

"This......"

Hoffa hesitated for a while, then waved his hand: "Oh, children only make choices. I want them all."

The boss shook his head, "No, our shop only sells one flavor, and one person can only choose one."

"Ok......"

"Ok......"

"Ok......"

Hoffa was entangled. He chewed on his nails and looked at the two glasses of ice cream in front of him. After thinking for a long time, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the blue-white mint vanilla flavor: "Forget it, I still want this."

"Are you sure?"

The boss pointed to the blue and white ice cream and asked with a smile.

"This....."

Hoffa stared at the red ice cream for a long time, then hesitated for a long time, finally he moved his eyes away and gritted his teeth, "Forget it, I want this."

The boss pushed the blue and white ice cream to him, then changed hands and threw the red ice cream into the trash can.

"What are you doing!" Hoffa yelled, "Don't give it to me."

"It's not that I don't want it, you don't want it."

The boss shrugged: "Let's go, we are closed today."

Hoffa took the blue-and-white ice cream in his hand and turned away depressed and puzzled. But looking at the ice cream in his hand, he felt better again. He licked a mouthful of joy, and at the moment of the entrance, it was as if he was kissing a peerless beauty, and every pore on his body opened up comfortably.

"Ah~"

He smiled and licked the blue and white ice cream in his hand, licking, he suddenly felt that the red ice cream that he didn't choose should also taste good.

Thinking left and right, he started running back again, and wanted to ask the boss if he could think of a way to try that flavor of ice cream for himself.

It’s really not good. It’s okay to flip it out of the trash can and lick it...

But as soon as I walked back, the brilliant sunshine disappeared, and the indestructible red was enveloped in all directions, and the air was like cut flesh and blood.

Back at the ice cream shop, the originally clean and bright bar was covered with black and red veins. Every corner of the wall was hung with dark red blood and unknown human tissues, which were as terrible as diseased internal organs.

The ice cream shop has completely turned into a slaughterhouse.

Countless flies are buzzing and flying, and cockroaches are crawling around.

The ice cream in Hoffa's scared hand fell to the ground, and he walked very slowly to the place where the trash can was originally placed. In that bucket, there was no red ice cream, only a **** head.

"what!!"

......

......

The screams were drowned out by the whistle of cars.

Hoffa opened his eyes sharply. Holding his chest tightly, it was cold sweat from top to bottom.

He was sitting in a bus, and outside the window was a flash of scenery, with tall buildings in the sky, and the night was dark. The young man reflected on the glass was in a cold sweat on his forehead, and there was a deep fear in his golden eyes.

After a while, he released his hand and took out a round glass ball from his chest. The monster inside the glass ball was quietly examining him.

It was another nightmare.

hateful!

He pushed the glass ball back into his chest and didn't want to say a word.

The God of Nightmare did not break his promise, as long as he accidentally fell asleep, he would definitely usher in a nightmare. This is already the third nightmare he accidentally made in the past few days.

The shoulders are heavy.

Looking sideways, thick long burgundy hair hangs from his shoulders to his chest. He can hear the light breathing under the red hair, and his heart is a little settled. The nun is sleeping soundly beside him.

"Hee hee hee......"

Low laughter sounded from his side.

Hoffa lifted his head on his shoulders and poked his head out unhappily. Under the dim lights of the bus, a few little boys and girls sitting next door were shaking their calves and watching him snickering.

"What are you laughing laughing!?"

Hoffa lowered his voice to reprimand.

The little girl looked at him and made a shy gesture.

"People are big and small!"

Hoffa reprimanded again, in exchange for more grimacing faces.

He sat back reluctantly. The nun was already awake, rubbing her eyes and yawning. Seeing him sitting down, she smiled and patted his shoulder to signal him to relax.

At this time, the driver driving in front said: "Sir, the Tower Bridge has arrived. Do you plan to get off in the South or North?"

"Just get down on the bridge," Hoffa replied. "I can just walk the rest of the road by myself."

"OK."

The driver stepped on the brakes, and the bus slowly stopped on the bridge between the two high towers. Under the bridge, there was the surging Thames. On the river not far away, the British warship "Belfast" was still parked, and the battleship was brightly lit.

A week has passed since they killed Mans. After no opponents stopped him, he took Chloe to his destination, London, England in just a few days.

However, in order to conceal people's eyes, he did not use any magical means, but instead chartered a bus and rode to this place after more than a year's absence.

After paying the driver, Hoffa took the nun and the group of children out of the car, and the group of children ran around enthusiastically when they got out of the car, seeing everything fresh.

When a cargo ship passed the Tower Bridge in London, and the deck under the Tower Bridge opened, they all exclaimed.

As the bus drove away, Hoffa asked Chloe: "How can I get in touch with Nicole LeMay?"

"I don't know, Delfina told me that if I return to London, someone will come to pick me up."

Hoffa: "......"

Chloe seemed quite natural. She stood on the Tower Bridge and looked at the buildings in the distance: "I haven't been back here for many, many years. Would you like to take me around first?"

"Okay, then turn around."

Hoffa didn't have any good ideas either. He gathered the children together and didn't let them run around. Then he took Chloe and the group of children for a purposeless stroll in London.

London in 1943 was far from the same as later generations. The streets were full of luxury cars and brand-name shops were everywhere. Perhaps it was still the same after a decade of going backwards. But the huge devastation caused by the war left the entire city in a bleak atmosphere.

However, as one of the largest cities in the world, its huge population is still not comparable to a small city like Bournemouth. He could see countless scaffolds on Big Ben in the distance, black cars running by him, and most of the pedestrians with black umbrellas, his expression numb and hurried, and all the walls he saw were posted signs of enlistment. Only the occasional shining neon lights on the side of the road and some hanging branches of pine trees reminded Hoffa that it is not too far away from Christmas at this moment.

However, none of this affected Chloe's mood. She put her hands behind her back, walked backwards in front of Hoffa, and asked with a smile, "Where are you going afterwards?"

"It's not clear yet."

Hoffa answered honestly, the Ministry of Magic hasn't come yet, and he is reluctant to think about his future plans until the nun is completely sent away.

"Then, is there anything you really want to do?" She turned around and stood shoulder to shoulder with Hoffa.

"What do you want to do especially?"

"Yes, it's the future life, dreams or something?"

"What do you ask this for?"

"This battle can't be fought endlessly. When the war is over, you have to settle down, but you can't keep floating."

"Well, go back to Norbert and continue to make alchemy weapons with him..." Hoffa said uncertainly.

"Do you just do this for a lifetime?"

"Well."

Hoffa scratched his head, noncommittal.

But Chloe looked at him with a little reluctance, so he thought about it and said, "Actually, I want to open a shop in the wizarding market and sell all kinds of things."

"What are you selling?"

"Um... potions, maybe."

Hoffa subconsciously said his choice: "What do you think."

"That's great. When the war is over, I will open a monastery, and then you will open a potion shop next to me, and we can be neighbors."

"Are you a neighbor? But my last name is not Wang."

He muttered to himself.

"What are you talking about?" Chloe asked puzzled.

"It's nothing."

Hoffa was amused by the stalk that only he knew: "I'm talking nonsense."

"correct,"

Chloe suddenly stopped, and the two stopped him when they passed a fountain in Prancing Horse Square, their expressions becoming a little serious.

"What's the matter." Hoffa was alert.

"You said, tell me the reason for sending me back to London, can you tell me now?"

"Ahem... you haven't forgotten..."

Hoffa coughed a few times, and countless words flashed through his mind for a moment. After thinking about it for a long time, he almost sorted out his thoughts and looked upright: "I have a very good friend..."

"Chloe!!"

A cry of surprise interrupted the chat between the two.

Looking up, a group of men in standard Muggle suits turned out behind the public telephone booth downstairs in a row of apartments in the distance. A bald head came out of the crowd, still a tall female bald head. She beckoned to both of them excitedly.

"look here!!"

It took Hoffa for a while to recognize the female bald head. She was the employee of the Ministry of Magic, Fatir's secretary, Delfina, who had handed over the **** task to her in France.

She wore a lace skirt with a black high collar with ruffles. The skirt may be from the 19th century, but it looks inexplicably fashionable. Her waist is straight and calm.

Then, there was another very old, crouching old man behind the bald woman, he put a cane on him, and smiled at the coming crowd.

The old man still has hair, but it is cut very short. Hoffa could see the brown scalp through his loose white hair. When he laughed, two rows of teeth were exposed, only two or three were dropped from the bottom and the back.

However, what impressed him most was the old man's eyes. In his opinion, those eyes didn't seem to leave any traces of time, and there was no turbidity or godlessness at all. On the contrary, it is as clear as a young man.

Hoffazhi stopped chatting, his expression became serious. Even if he didn't say it, he knew who the man came over, Nico Lemay, one of the most famous alchemists in history.

The bald woman Delphine greeted the old man with a quick meteor, stood in front of Hoffa and Chloe, and praised: "Look, I said it was right to leave this to him, right?"

The old man ignored her. He looked at Chloe and opened his arms to hug her, but Chloe took a step back and hid behind Hoffa, and said embarrassedly: "Long time no see, my grandfather."

The inexplicable resistance made Nicole May a little embarrassed. He retracted his arm and stretched out his hand to Hoffa: "I have heard of you a long time ago, but I only saw you today. Thank you for your help, thank you so much."

"Well, no thanks." Hoffa shook the palm that was as old as a bark. "You are younger than I thought."

"You are taller than I thought, and a little more handsome." Nicole May held him with both hands.

Hoffa pouted and was too lazy to be polite. He let go of his position and pushed Chloe out, "When the matter is over, I don’t want to bother too much. I don’t have after-sales service, so if something happens in the future, don’t call me again. ."

"Nature.....Nature....."

"that's for sure."

Delphine and Nicole both laughed, only Chloe lowered his head, his face a little pale.

Hoffa didn't want to stay here too much, anyway, Nico Lemay taking care of Chloe is definitely more reliable than his temporary bodyguard. After all, in the past six months, I haven't seen any gains, and I have struggled with countless weird wizards and monsters, almost killing my life.

Hoffa thought it was enough to do this kind of stupid thing once in a lifetime.

As for what the current Minister of Magic Fatir would do with her abilities, he probably knew, but he didn't want to participate because he didn't want to see the man at all.

After pushing Chloe to Nicole May's side, he planned to leave immediately. However, after just two steps back, a shout came from behind:

"Wait a minute."

Looking back, I saw Chloe very politely greeted Nico Lemay, ran to Hoffa in three steps and two steps, and quickly asked: "Are you wishing to fulfill your own wishes?" No, I hope I can help you reach it."

After a pause, she said again: "Tell me, if I can do it, I will definitely help you!"

"what......"

Hoffa looked down at his shoelaces with his hands behind his back, his expression a little melancholy. But when he raised his head, his face was already covered with a bright smile: "Actually there is no one. I am glad to meet you, Miss Le May."

Chloe didn't smile, she stood in the chilly air and looked at him seriously, "Is that it?"

Hoffa glanced at the crowd behind her and sighed secretly. He wanted to hug her. He knew Chloe would definitely not refuse, but the impulse eventually turned into restraint. He finally just patted the nun on the shoulder. ,"Let's go back."

"Goodbye, then, Mr. Bach."

"Goodbye."

She walked slowly back to the waiting line, Nico Lemay took off his robe and put it on her, leaning on her shoulder, and nodded at Hoffa, who also nodded to him.

Crackling.

A soft sound.

Nicole May took Chloe and the children into a plume of blue smoke, and the apparition disappeared.

Only the bald woman was left at the scene, looking at him with a smile.