Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

It took a long time for Hoffa to adapt to his peculiar short vacation, which lasted a year, perhaps four or five years. He is either doing people or being fucked. Either it is on the way of doing and being fucked.

But these days, he eats as he wants, and sleeps as long as he wants to sleep, as long as he is not afraid of nightmares. He can even stay in bed all day without getting up.

But he still doesn't want to have nightmares, so he uses meditation to replace sleep almost every day. Since he died once before and was rescued by the night god, he can hardly see the sun, so he usually meditates during the day and at night. Then go shopping and buy some food at the 24-hour convenience store.

Fortunately, London is an cosmopolitan city with a rich nightlife, but don't be wrong. In the area near Downing Street, there are many high-ranking Muggle officials. The red light district certainly does not exist, and there is no mess.

Since it was wartime, it was basically normal for high-ranking officials to work overtime until late at night. A high-ranking official worked overtime, which meant that his subordinates had to work overtime, so the night here was unexpectedly lively.

He can often see cars coming in and out, back and forth behind the closed iron fence on Downing Street. He even saw the fat man with a big belly wearing a black top hat and a scepter in his hand, getting out of a black Daimler D18 and entering and exiting Downing Street.

When I first saw him, he was so novel that he was as famous as Stalin, Roosevelt, and Hitler. In the past, he could only look at pictures in history books.

But after a few days, he got used to it. Because of his excellent ears, sometimes in the middle of the night, he could even hear Churchill at No.10 Downing Street in the distance shouting something to the phone with his exhausted voice. After the call, the secretary crackled and tapped the printer. . Sometimes he could hear the flushing of the toilet and the sound of his cursing smoking.

There are many hidden but very high-standard restaurants and bars on a street along Big Ben. They are open 24 hours a day. Even if no one goes in, they are still lit with elegant and soft orange lights.

Only after trying it once, Hoffa was bluffed by the price on the menu. He felt that he had to kill himself and then take his head to exchange for money in order to spend daily here.

Of course, there are many clothing stores here, all of which are very high-end custom handmade suit shops. I don’t know if it’s accustomed to it or under age. Hoffa always doesn’t like that kind of suit that looks very formal. That kind of clothes may be replaced by Tom Riddle comes to wear it, it will fit perfectly.

What he likes the most is the simplest work clothes or casual suits. Maybe he is born socialist. Those well-marked suits always make him feel a little breathless.

On the second night of staying at Miranda's house, he asked Miranda to ride a motorcycle to the Portobello Road Market in London, where he changed into clean and tidy clothes. Miranda worked hard to help him choose, but because of his earrings and hair color, no matter how they match them, they look very mixed. In Miranda's words, he is simply a wandering artist and cannot go to formal occasions.

When Miranda was staying with him, he vowed to make breakfast for him every day, but the fact is that she is not a diligent girl. She usually sleeps until three poles in the day before getting up, and she will find out after she gets up. Hoffa's door was locked and could not be knocked.

In fact, she rarely sees Hoffa himself, because the work and rest of the two are completely opposite. During the day, she will perform the patrol and protection missions arranged by Hogwarts. She will only come back at dinner, talking about things encountered during the day, or going shopping together, shopping, shopping, eating and eating. Night or something.

Hoffa did not tell Miranda what happened to him. He felt that most people couldn't accept what happened to him. Fortunately, Miranda never asked him why he always sleeps during the day. Maybe she was just wishful thinking that Hoffa had been running outside, so she was exhausted.

The short and pleasant holiday is as fast as riding a rocket, and before Hofado can taste it, Christmas comes in an instant. This made him even suspect that Mans was not dead yet, secretly manipulating time to flow forward at a hundred times faster.

On Christmas Eve, Hoffa did not meditate much during the day. Before the first snowflake on the edge of the window fell, he came downstairs early because he heard the voice of another man in the living room.

When he came to the restaurant with squinting eyes and facing the sun, the old professor Adbe Gorschak, who had been away for three years, was already sitting at the table and reading the newspaper.

He is tall, wearing a gray robe at home, holding a newspaper in his hand, and his short gray hair looks a little bald in the sun.

Adbe Gorschak, the former Hogwarts vice-principal, Ravenclaw Dean, is also the grandfather of Miranda Gorschak and the only living relative. He was his first-year curse teacher, and he once gave Grindelwald's spell, the broken grip to himself. However, in the second grade, because of the war, he temporarily handed the position of dean to Dumbledore as an agent, and he went to the Soviet Union to perform an unknown mission. This was the first time Hoffa saw him after four years.

"Professor Gorsak."

Hoffa quickened his pace and came to the table.

"Bach, get up so early today?"

Adebe was uselessly surprised at his arrival. He didn't seem to have seen him in three years at all, but rather as if he hadn't seen him in three days. "I heard Miranda said that you have to sleep until the afternoon every day."

"Nothing like that..."

Hoffa put his hands on his head and sneered.

Compared to the calmness of the old professor, he seemed much cramped. After all, he is a guest, and he is the actual owner of this house. I've been at his house for so many days, and I'm really embarrassed that I haven't been able to say hello to him.

"Is it accustomed to live?" Professor Gorsak asked.

"Very good." Hoffa said, "Miranda is good, and Petty is good too."

"That's good," Professor Gorshak nodded blankly, and he took up the wand in his hand and waved it slightly. The chair under the table automatically ran under his butt.

"sit."

Adebe put down the newspaper and said briefly.

Hoffa was sitting at the dining table, and the Christmas sun shone on his face through glass snowflakes, making him involuntarily feel a burning pain.

At this time, Miranda woke up too, she stepped on her slippers and walked upstairs, still wearing the obsidian earrings and painting her newly learned dark lips.

Seeing Professor Gorschak, she did not say hello, and sat down in the morning corner of the dining table, saying good morning to Hoffa. Seeing her look like this, Adbe Gorshak frowned.

Hoffa was very grateful to Miranda for inadvertently blocking the sun, but at the same time he felt that the atmosphere in the restaurant was a bit tight. He had known that the two of the two had different personalities. When Miranda was in the first grade, he did not hesitate not to see Professor Gorsak After missing the spell class for a whole year, Hoffa believed that the departure of the second-year Professor Gorschak was largely because of his granddaughter's inability to do anything, and he took the initiative to let her.

Hoffa knew that the Gorschak family was actually a German family and moved to England after World War I. The old professor retained more or less the rigidity and seriousness of some German men. Sometimes he also thinks that the German nation is very strange. On the one hand, they will give birth to some rigid, very measured, and very rigorous people, just like Professor Gorsak.

But at the same time, it will also produce very rebellious bands and singers. They resist all day long, but the core of the resistance is difficult for Hoffa, an outsider, to understand, perhaps for the more elegant and traditional British. It is also difficult to understand. But he thinks Miranda has a tendency to develop in that direction.

At this time, the house elf Petty came out of the kitchen, holding a large tray, and diligently placing food on the table. The breakfast was much richer than usual. There are bread, bacon, orange juice, milk, oatmeal.

"Running outside, you have suffered a lot."

Adebe took the initiative to stand up and put Bacon on Hoffa's plate: "I think your face is a little pale."

"No, it's okay...no, I'll do it myself."

Hoffa was flattered, and quickly got up to take the plate, and caught two pieces by himself.

"Ok."

Adebe sat back and looked up and down Hoffa: "I have heard about you. You have grown a lot in the past two years. I am very pleased."

Hoffa chewed on the bacon and turned his eyes to the Adbey newspaper, which was the one that Miranda had read to himself, the newspaper about Bournemouth. There is no doubt that he also thinks that he did it himself, and judging from the appreciation in his eyes, he thinks it is a kind of improvement.

"It's okay."

Hoffa said politely. He took the milk from the elf and asked kindly: "By the way, how did you go to the Ministry of Magic."

"This is also the above arrangement. It was the same as when I went to the Soviet Union. I was only ordered to act." Adbey said lightly, "But when the Ministry of Magic is over, I will return to Hogwarts."

The old professor said, lowered his head and drank the fruit oatmeal on his plate without making any noise. That poker face is the same as when he first entered school, and it can make everyone's hearts afraid of seeing him.

So he stopped talking and drank his cereal with his head down.

Suddenly, there was a cold on the instep.

Hoffa couldn't help but glanced at Miranda, and found that she was putting jam on the bread seriously. Although his face was expressionless, his feet were not honestly stepping on his feet, using his toes to make circles on the back of his insteps, scratching it.

He stepped on Miranda angrily, not letting her move.

She kicked both feet over, Hoffa couldn't help laughing, put her knees on the table, her feet dangling, curled up to drink porridge. When she can't kick herself.

Adbe Gorshak glanced at the two of them and shook his head impenetrably. After the breakfast was over in silence, Gorshak wiped his thin lips and rushed away and said, "Petty."

The well-groomed house elves put their heads out of the kitchen wearing gloves, "What's the matter, Master?"

"Prepare more vegetarian food. I have a few friends from political circles who are coming tonight." Gorsak said.

The elf was surprised: "But, the lady said, there are only three people."

Miranda also raised her head and said in surprise: "Yes, it's good that there are only three of us."

"Things have changed," Professor Gorschak's eyes softened, and he looked at Hoffa: "You don't mind."

"Don't mind." Hoffa said immediately, with a smile on his face, "I can leave early if it is not convenient."

"Do not."

Adbe Gorshak said decisively: "You must stay."

Hoffa's expression froze a little, then nodded.

"Well."

Professor Gorschak nodded with satisfaction, "Miranda, take him to Anderson and Shepard, get the clothes back, and pack your third-world clothes, don’t embarrass me at night." He stared at Miranda's ears and mouth displeased.

Creak! !

Accompanied by the sour voice, the silver spoon in Miranda's hand was pinched into twists. She raised her head and pushed her glasses.

"Look at others, then look at you."

Professor Gorschak completely ignored his granddaughter's discomfort. He sighed and stood up, "You are so old, so you have to think about your future." After that, he walked upstairs.

Hoffa slowly raised his head on the dining table until the door of the study was shut with a bang, some not sure who Professor Gorschak said the last sentence to. Is it to myself, Miranda, or to two people at the same time, after all, I also have earrings on my ears.

"Damn old thing."

Miranda wiped her mouth, and the twisted spoon returned to its original shape in her hand. She threw the spoon into the bowl: "It is said that only family members will live, but now I am looking for a bunch of outsiders. I have to come to someone else's house on Christmas Eve. Know who is sick."

"I'm sick," Hoffa said glumly.

"Oh, I didn't mean you." Miranda quickly took his hand.

"I think Professor Gorschak is also doing good for you." Hoffa said with a hand.

"Yeah, it's good for me, it's a great reason."

Miranda leaned back in the chair sullenly: "Would you like to go to Saville Street to buy clothes with me?"

"I don't want to go out..."

Hoffa thought this was probably a one-time thing, and he was leaving tomorrow. It was almost meaningless to spend, and he really didn't want to go out during the day at all.

"Then I'll just find a store and buy a suit to fool around," Miranda said. "Anyway, the people in the Ministry of Magic don't know anything about Muggle clothes."

"Then dare to love it."

Hoffa cheered up a little.

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......

Twelve hours later, when he stood in front of the mirror in his room and tied the elegant gray bow tie around his neck with the help of the house-elf, he felt that he had silently fallen into a trap. This suit was nothing but a trap. They are not bought casually, but are designed for themselves. According to the rules of Savile Street, he knew that if it hadn't been booked in advance, it would have been impossible to send a completely close-fitting suit so quickly.

"It really suits you, Mr. Bach."

Petty, the house elf, stood by the mirror in his room, holding a stack of dark gray suits, and he was full of praise. And when I first saw him, I looked like two elves, I saw it turning around Hoffa, screaming in admiration, and small stars in its big eyes: "If you want me to say, you really should wear it every day. In this way, more decent."

"Thank you, Petty."

Hoffa, in a white shirt, said, "I wear the clothes and pants by myself. Is it convenient to go out?"

"Of course, but Mr. Bach's shy look is very cute." The house elf said in a sharp and thin voice. He put the clothes pad on Hoffa's hand and stepped out with pink slippers. Go to the door.

After leaving the house elf, Hoffa didn't wear any clothes. He slowly moved back and sat on the bed with his fingers in his hair. He thought of the past again, and thought that the girl’s housekeeper was also in England one day, and asked him to take off his plain clothes and put on an elegant suit.

Although the time is different, the two images can't stop intersecting together. As I thought about it, a strong self-blame flooded my heart. His fingers were drawn from the scalp to the cheek, and he was holding himself so hard that The nails were sunken in the flesh of the cheeks, and he was about to tear off his entire face.

again and again! !

He looked at his **** face in the glass mirror, and let out a kind of silent roar, his expression looked like an evil dragon.

"That kind of thing won't happen again." There was a voice in his mind.

"How do you know!?" The **** face in the mirror turned his head abruptly, staring at the glass ball he put on the bedside table.

"You are not a person who will fall twice in the same place." The monster in the glass ball said: "According to my observations, you have some kind of strong self-reflection mechanism. Although it is sometimes overkill, it is A rare advantage."

"You made me have nightmares countless times."

Hoffa stood in front of the glass ball with ten claw marks on his face.

"Those are your own disturbing projections, I just show you what you are inside." The little monster in the glass ball calmly communicated with him with thoughts, "Let's watch, one day you will be grateful for the nightmare, take the initiative Come to find nightmares."

"Ghosts," Hoffa said bitterly. Under the moonlight, his **** face quickly healed, and he put on a suit and trousers in front of the mirror honestly.

The nightmare **** looked at him in the glass ball, quietly watching him take off his pants, put on clothes, tie and comb his hair, dressed up like a dog.

"Tell me, do you also know what will happen in the future?" After putting on the suit, Hoffa asked while combing his hair.

"I don't know. I am not a madman who needs to see through the future, and I have already lost the ability to interfere with reality. It's just that there is nothing new under the sun for a long time. What I rely on is nothing more than experience." God said in his head in Gujing Wubo's voice.

"According to your experience, what does Adbe Gorschak want to leave me behind?"

"You underestimated your sense of existence, Bach. You are a rare combat power in the wizarding world, and even his most proud disciple. Although he doesn't say it on the surface, I think if I can keep you by my side, I'm afraid Let the little girl who turns around outside the door marry you, and he will not hesitate to agree."

Click!

Hoffa almost didn’t press the comb into his skull. Miranda married him. For some reason, his first reaction when he heard this was nausea. He could be sure that he had a lot of love for her, but he didn’t. The relationship between men and women, besides, there is still a dark male personality in that guy. There are some things, just thinking about it almost makes his scalp numb.

"Are you all right?"

Miranda asked outside. The voice is a bit nervous.

Damn...

He took out the wooden comb stuck in his scalp: "Okay."