Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"You won't go?" Hoffado gave her a look.

"Not urgent."

Delphine said lazily, turning her finger, and a letter appeared between her fingers, "Noble asked me to give you this letter."

She threw the letter at Hoffa in the air, and Hoffa clamped it accurately with her fingers.

"Oh yes, and, as a reward, we asked him to transport all kinds of alchemy equipment for the Ministry of Magic. From now on, if you want to do arms business in the future, you don't need to be sneaky. Of course, that's only limited to the turf of the Allies."

"That's great."

Hoffa said indifferently. He took the letter and did not rush to open it. Instead, he asked: "When I was in France, I just went to the toilet and you were gone. Then the German army Just come here and tell me, is that a coincidence?"

"Coincidence, there is no coincidence, everything is an arrangement of fate." Delphine put her hand on her waist, appearing very dignified.

"Yes, then why don't you bring her back personally, I think you are much faster than me." Hoffa asked, squinting.

"I'm a woman. To be honest, I don't want to talk and chat with someone of the same gender at all. Would you like to stay alone with a man for half a year?"

She smiled and stretched out her slender fingers to provoke Hoffa's chin: "Of course, if I can, of course I would also like to have a thrilling adventure with a handsome guy like you."

Snapped!

Hoffa opened her palm and looked at her with ugly eyes.

But Delphine was not angry. She blew a kiss, then smiled and turned the apparition very gracefully and disappeared.

Seeing the bald woman disappear, for some reason, he always felt that this guy was not a fuel-efficient lamp. However, he had already decided to leave, so he didn't think much, but turned his attention to the letter in his hand.

Opening the letter, it was a mess of handwriting.

[The Ministry of Magic gave me the authority to sell arms. I think we sent it. Now the most out of stock in the world is in the Far East. I will go to the Soviet Union first. After you send it out, the girl can come to Moscow to find me. Let’s do it. A big one! ——Noble Hagrid]

"It's a big deal..."

After reading the letter, Hoffa couldn't help grinning. He breathed a sigh of relief. Noble was in the Soviet Union. Although this place was far and cold, it was still a place to go. Fortunately, he had not fallen to the level of a fly without his head.

Putting up the letter, he rushed to the London dock non-stop. For some reason, he now doesn't want to stay in the UK for a minute, just like a criminal anxiously wants to escape from the crime scene.

Almost all the pedestrians on the road wore winter robes, but Hoffa still wore a summer shirt. It only takes less than a day in the future. He walked for nearly half a year, going around in the middle, and it took much more time than he expected. He didn't even have time to change his clothes.

When the time was approaching midnight, he arrived at the pier, and the ticket office had already closed, but he still asked the night watchman about the ferry time from London, England to Murmansk, the Soviet Union. There was a freighter passing by the next morning, and he only had to wait one night.

Hoffa checked the time and decided to leave immediately after daylight and set off on the journey again. He found a broken chair on the pier square, planning to mix time with meditation.

This kind of square is full of homeless people wrapped in newspapers, and there are piles of wine bottles under almost every chair.

He had just entered meditation, not long ago, the contents of the nightmare came to his mind again, and these contents became very clear when he was alone. Suddenly he felt extremely irritable, unable to meditate at all, and on the chair beside him there was an adult magazine that he didn't know who was thrown down by a tramp.

He unceremoniously picked up the magazine and turned it over. The content of the magazine was similar to those of the Playboy magazines of later generations. They were all exposed photos of third-rate actresses, but changed from color to black and white.

The only color in the magazine is a yellowish-brown stain, spray-like, on almost every page, God knows what happened to this poor magazine.

"Fuck the ice cream..."

Hoffa mumbled through the magazine aimlessly, as if only in this way could he forget the contents of the nightmare.

He is turning over.

suddenly.

A white finger pulled on the cover of the magazine and slowly pulled the magazine up, and at the same time a slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Hi, Hoffa, long time no see."

Hoffa was leaning up on the chair to read the magazine, and the guy who came over to say hello stood behind the chair, looking down at him upside down.

So in Hoffa's perspective, the guy's face was upside down, but even so, he recognized her at a glance.

The chestnut shoulder-length short hair, the round rimless glasses, and the pointed chin, the moment he recognized it, he bounced off the chair when he was electrocuted, and stepped back helplessly.

"M... Miranda..."

He looked at the visitor with surprise and joy. I touched my palms on my body, first straightened my collar to see if there was any mess, then touched my hair, trying to press down the edge of the night breeze, so as not to look too haggard.

"You, why are you here!?"

He stammered in surprise. I didn't expect to meet her in such a place. One of my best friends once was also one of my most dangerous opponents.

Compared with a year ago, her appearance has changed a lot. First of all, she has become a lot taller, about one meter six to five meters, which is completely different from the appearance of a small carrot head.

She is wearing a cool black studded motorcycle jacket, a pair of black shorts, a pair of high-top Martin boots under Bai Shengsheng’s long legs, her face is painted with ethereal world-weary makeup, and obsidian earrings hung on her ears. The eyebrows are sharp. However, Hoffa, who had seen the world outside, could tell at a glance that the makeup was actually not very good, the technique was very jerky, and the color of the lips was too dark.

"Isn't it me who should ask?"

Miranda squinted her eyes and said, "This is Britain, I have a problem in London?"

"Isn't this the point of school?"

"Yes, isn't this the point of school?"

Miranda asked back. She picked up the magazine in her hand and shook it in front of Hoffa's eyes after a glance. She sneered, "You have changed quite a bit, are you mature?"

"Gan!"

Hoffa blushed and almost dripped blood. He thought it was Murphy's law. He hadn't had time to engage in yello after four or five years of life. Just as he wanted to cultivate his sentiment, he was caught by his best friend. Luck is gone.

He held his forehead with one hand, waved his hand with a wry smile, and changed the subject: "Come on, how do you know where I am?"

"I'm passing by,"

Miranda casually threw the broken magazine in her hand aside, folded her arms and said, "Go to the bar for a drink with friends, and I will see you on the road."

"Yes, you also learned to make up."

Hoffa grinned and couldn't help but began to complain about her appearance.

Although he hadn't seen it for more than a year, the familiar feeling lingered forever. He still remembered the literary and artistic style when this guy was reading on the train when he was in the first grade.

Miranda raised her eyebrows and folded her arms, "Yes, is it good-looking?" She said that she was disgusted, "How about you, from Africa to digging and digging until you can't go down, come back to collect the bottle?"

The unusually poisonous tongue made Hoffa burst into laughter, and the embarrassment was wiped out. He bent over and sat back on the chair with a laugh, his legs bowed. Indeed, his airy appearance is indeed not decent, the clothes on his body were changed when Bournemouth was picking up a vampire, dirty and crotch.

Several homeless men wrapped in newspapers next door were awakened by his laughter and scolded.

"There is no way, only to collect the tatters to barely maintain the appearance of life." Hoffa slumped into the chair, and said with mud that could not support the wall.

Miranda chuckled and laughed. With her world-weary makeup, she felt a bit of melting icebergs. After laughing, she immediately stunned her face: "Where are you going?"

She put her hand in her pocket and asked.

"Soviet Union."

Hoffa said: "My friend has an alchemy workshop over there, which allows me to resell arms, eat fragrant and spicy food, and reach the pinnacle of life or something."

Miranda smiled, but then sighed, took two pieces of paper from the black jacket pocket, and handed it to Hoffa.

Hoffa took it and saw it was a newspaper, plus a wanted warrant.

The newspaper is a new daily prophet, and it is a big headline that is visible to the eye, in bold English [shock! Hoffa Bach, a disciple of the Black Witch Grindelwald, appeared in England and slaughtered hundreds of vampires! ! 】

There was also a picture of him walking side by side with Tom Riddle on a cloud base under the title. I don't know when those people took it secretly.

The accompanying text below the photo reports in detail the vampire incident that took place in Bournemouth, without mentioning Mans, only that he killed a large number of German wizards and groups of vampires.

Take a look at the wanted order below. The photo shows me with a gloomy expression, looking to the back, a bit of a villain. Before he had time to read the densely packed German text that introduced him, Hoffa was bluffed by the long string of zeros at the bottom.

"I thought it would be so good for you to hang around outside. I didn't expect it to be as worrying as before." Miranda sighed: "Germany has now issued a death warrant against you. If Alloy Garon can buy more than half of Norway, I can guarantee that as long as you leave this pier now, what is waiting for you is endless assassination."

Hoffa calmly read the newspaper and the wanted order and handed it back.

He failed to capture Mans alive, and killed a piece of Tom Riddle's soul. He naturally had no face to return to Slughorn to report. The news was finally leaked out and it was being cleaned up. All the things Mans did fell on him, whether it was good or bad, just as he had foreseen it.

Miranda rubbed the newspaper and the wanted order, and the paper was turned into ashes in the air. Then she sat next to Hoffa, worrying: "You can't go out, stay in England, it's safe here."

"Do not."

Hoffa flatly and resolutely rejected Miranda: "I have already bought my ferry ticket for six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Are you crazy?"

Miranda stared, her expression a little excited: "The secret forces of the Imperial Wizarding Association are all over the world, and no one can stop them even if they want to assassinate the President of the United States."

"In that case, what good is it for me to stay in the UK? It has already happened." Hoffa said indifferently, seeming to state something that has nothing to do with him.

"I can......"

Her excited voice stammered, "Protect, protect you."

Hoffa smiled and flicked her head with his fingers, "It's nice to see you, Miranda, but let's go back, it's getting late."

The girl Huo Ran stood up, her expression turned a little angry, and with that world-weary makeup, she looked gloomy and terrible: "I haven't seen it in a year and a half, and I haven't written a letter. If I meet, I will be blown away?" Miranda sneered between her teeth Squeeze out a few words, "I think I found the wrong person."

Hoffa didn't expect that she suddenly reacted so strongly, a little surprised. The awakened vagrants next to each other yelled and laughed, "Yo, little sister, he doesn't want your uncle to want you!"

"Come to Dad, Dad will love you very much!"

"Aren't the pants so short at night?"

"Hahahahaha..."

(Slobber)

The lines on Miranda's face are as sharp as a knife. She grinned out a row of white teeth, looked sideways at the fragrant homeless men, and stretched her fingers to her glasses.

Hoffa shook his heart, thinking of her terrible dark side, and pressed the palm of his hand forward, which was able to push Miranda glasses back. Then, he took her wrist and stepped on the ground.

The chair followed by the glass bottle under the chair turned into powder, and those tramp with foul language were blown up by the glass bottle that exploded suddenly, and they pulled away the newspaper cursingly got up and patted his clothes. Some people even picked up the wine bottle to find the fault, but when they set up their posture, there was nowhere to see a half-person figure.