Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Is it all right to go in?"

Somewhere on the street, beside a red public phone booth, Hoffa held an umbrella and asked Miranda, "You can get there by calling?"

At this moment, the heavy snow is flying, and the whole of London is plunged into white. As long as pedestrians go out, they can only see the part above the knee. This is a rare heavy snow in history. There was snow on their shoulders, and no one was seen on the road.

"It's not that simple." Miranda stood beside the phone booth. "Visitors have to report."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the dial of the phone and turned it around for a few seconds. After waiting a few seconds, a man's indifferent voice rang from the other side of the phone booth, "Ministry of Magic, please tell me your name and take care of the matter."

"Miranda Gosak. Adbe Gosak has something left in the office. I'll help him get it."

"Understood," the man said in a cold voice, "show your identification, and I will help you start the elevator immediately."

Ding Lingling, the number dial in front of him for dialing numbers rolled over and turned into another kind of slot machine. Miranda hung up the phone and fumbled for a brass coin on her body.

"Let me see." Hoffa reached out his hand and looked at the brass coin.

"Why? What's so good about this." Miranda was puzzled, and was about to stuff the coin into the phone.

"Don't rush down."

Hoffa covered the coin slot, "We have to discuss something to prevent any uncontrollable situation from appearing below."

Miranda: "What's the matter?"

Hoffa retracted his hand and shrugged: "For example, the Ministry of Magic is so big, how can I find the position of Minister of Magic?"

"Oh, don't worry about this. I know the location, just follow me, it's on the first floor, but you have to go deep to find it." Miranda said, she put her brass coin to the phone again Tucked it into the metal chute, but Hoffa stopped her again, only to see him with a hesitant look: "Will there be a lot of people below, are they going to face heavy investigations?"

Miranda frowned and looked at Hoffa: "There must be an interrogation. The average visitor and the gate wizard will also ask you why, let alone enter the office of the Minister of Magic, but is there a magical magic spell for you? , We can certainly not be discovered."

"Yes," Hoffa murmured, then suddenly looked behind Miranda and exclaimed: "Professor Adbe!?"

Miranda quickly turned her head, but only saw the vast white snow.

"I am sorry."

The companion's voice came from behind.

She reacted extremely quickly and turned her head, and immediately held the palm of the hand that volleyed towards the back of her head. At the same time, she did not hesitate to put her hand holding the brass coin behind her, gritted her teeth and said: "I knew you were not at ease. I agreed to find Fatir, but I have been talking nonsense to me when I got there!"

"Give me the coin," Hoffa said helplessly. "Good."

"Don't think about it..."

Miranda gradually felt that the wrist he was holding was extremely heavy, as if he was not holding a human hand, but the boom of a crane, "Don't want to leave me one more!"

"I can't take any more risks." Hoffa raised his arm and kissed Miranda's forehead. "When the war is over, you can go with me wherever you want."

Miranda was stunned by Hoffa's sudden blow, and instantly blushed. At the moment when her attention was distracted, the snow on the ground hovered and raised her legs firmly.

Hoffa held Miranda's shoulder, forcibly turned her around, and took the coin from Miranda's hand with his hands, and his palms closed.

Outside the phone booth, countless snow formed a secret room in the blink of an eye. He pushed Miranda out of the phone booth and pushed it into the secret room.

Miranda reacted, raising her leg and rushing out of the dense ice and snow.

Click! Click!

The snow has become countless icy shackles, like the central bank's treasury, which has sealed the small secret room firmly.

Boom boom boom! !

There was a furious tapping sound from the phone booth.

And the sound of the curse bombarding the iron shackles.

"Asshole!"

"Bach, you bastard!!"

"The biggest mistake in my life is to meet you..."

"I'm very happy to meet you." Hoffa posted outside the secret room and gently said to the locked Miranda: "You rest here for one night. When the day breaks, the magic will naturally be lifted."

"Go to hell! I don't know you anymore!"

"You don't understand anything, you don't understand anything!"

"Unless you open this door, don't show up in front of me for the rest of your life!"

"Hey, hello, have you heard?"

......

......

A dull voice came from the secret room. Hoffa didn't speak. He stepped back into the phone booth, closed the door, and could no longer hear Miranda's voice.

He stuffed Miranda's brass coin into the telephone. The floor of the phone booth trembles immediately. The snow-covered sidewalk outside the glass window of the telephone booth rose higher and higher, and he slowly sank into the ground. In the end there was darkness above his head, and nothing was seen, except the monotonous, harsh rubbing sound of the phone booth as it plunged into the ground.

Hoffa's face was calm and calm, with the back of his hands behind him.

After about a minute, the elevator shook slightly and fell to the ground. A pale white light shone on his feet, then gradually widened and expanded to his body, which was the light after the elevator door opened.

"Merry Christmas, Gosak."

A voice came from a high place, ethereal and indifferent.

Following the sound, Hoffa could see the wizard sitting high behind the counter. He looked like a bird nesting high, wearing a top-pointed hat, sitting tightly closed, staring open in confusion. Elevator.

From his perspective, the elevator is indeed open, but there is no one inside.

Hoffa did not disturb the wizard on duty, he had already wandered into the shadow world as a ghost. The ghost walk, which almost overstretched its physical strength five years ago, can be used almost unlimitedly at night five years later.

Passing through the bewildered duty wizard sitting on the high platform, he came to an empty hall. The hall is full of fireplaces all the way forward, left and right. They are embedded in wooden boards, empty, like one tombstone after another.

On the ground is the dark wood floor polished brightly. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with dim golden symbols, motionless. If it is the past, if it is the future, there must be crowds coming and going in this fireplace, and the flames will not stop.

But on this Christmas Eve night, no one could be seen in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, only some pale lighting on the peacock blue ceiling shone on the empty fireplaces, hitting the ground, forming long elongated shadows one after another.

lifeless.

It's on the first floor, but you have to go deep to find it.

Thinking of Miranda, he walked straight in. After passing through the fireplace hall, Hoffa came to a deep corridor.

This corridor is completely different from the corridors above. It has no doors or windows. Below is a black corridor for people to walk on.

At the top, there are countless gargoyles carved out of marble. Those gargoyles perched on high places with their wings spread and arms raised in different postures, as if they were holding something invisible.

At night, although Hoffa can use the ghost walk indefinitely, but the ghost walk lasts only ten seconds. If he enters after he runs out, there will be an interval of about one second.

In this second, he will walk out of the shadow world and return to the real world. In the past, there was no difference between the gray shadows and the real world, but the colors were different.

But this time, there was an accident.

For the first time in the shadow world, he saw another creature besides himself.

It is resting on top of countless gargoyles, dragging a long tail, and having a snout similar to a crocodile. Its body is about ten meters long and transparent. Its sharp claws are resting on the heads of those gargoyles. rest.

Seeing that creature, Hoffa subconsciously withdrew from the shadow world, intending to act first. But when he quit the shadow world, the creature disappeared.

There was nothing on the hands raised by countless gargoyles.

Entering the shadow world again, the sleeping creature was already awake. It straightened up and lay on a high place, staring directly at Hoffa with its gray and colorless eyes, with a little horror in its eyes.

Hoffa moved.

The guy, like a lizard that sensed the danger, slipped off the numerous gargoyle sculptures, slid and disappeared deep in the corridor, very fast.

Just as the transparent strange dragon-shaped creature slipped away, the eyes of the tall gargoyle sculptures sparkled with blue light, and they opened their wings with a click, and the dust rustled away. They all came back to life. And twisting his hard head, staring at Hoffa in the shadows.

"There is something strange." Hoffa thought to himself, he could detect himself in the shadows, he was indeed the Ministry of Magic.

All the gargoyles in the corridor came to life. They crawled over with a creaking creaking sound. Hoffa didn't want to destroy this place and attracted widespread attention, so he planned to leave immediately.

At this moment, a figure turned out from the corner.

"Who is where?" she asked.

All the gargoyles have not moved, and have become sculptures after another, but the direction they are facing is Hoffa's position.

The visitor is a bald woman, with her palms crossed around her waist, looking very solemn. She still wears the 19th century white lace dress. The skirt is tall and long, very gothic and retro.

"Is that you, Bach?"

The bald woman asked: "If it's you, please come out, I won't do anything to you."

Hoffa slowly revealed his figure from the ghost walk. In the dark corridor, the boy and the bald woman looked at each other face to face.

"How do you know it's me?" Hoffa asked Delfina.

"I guessed it was you." Delfina said: "Just now the night watchman told me that an intern reported to enter the Ministry of Magic, but no one came in. I suspected that this place was invaded.

It can invade the most heavily guarded magic spot in the UK without knowing it, and I think only you can do it. "Delfina said with a smile.

The slight compliments did not arouse Hoffa's favor. He looked nervously at the pale and tall woman in front of him, and said directly: "I want to see Fatir, take me to see him."

The woman raised her brows and smiled: "The Minister of Magic is very busy. Generally speaking, if you want to see him, you must first register with the gate wizard, and then the gate wizard will forward the application to me. After I saw it, I thought it was OK. meeting......"

"Take me to see Fatir." Hoffa repeated, interrupting her.

The woman sighed and opened her hands: "There is nothing you can do, Hoffa, you are so stubborn. No one else will listen to anything."

After speaking, she turned around: "If you want to see Fatir, then follow me."

She walked deep into the corridor, and Hoffa caught up with her in three steps and two steps. Walk side by side with her. After walking quietly for three minutes, Hoffa asked, "Did I see you before, before Paris."

"Why do you say that."

"I think you are a little familiar, and I seem to have heard the name somewhere."

"Maybe I owe you money and haven't paid it back?"

Delphine smiled gracefully, stopped in front of a black door, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

There was a tired voice from inside the door.

The door opened and Hoffa could see the familiar guy sitting alone in the office reviewing documents. The room was dark, but it did not affect his vision. He could see the piles of books beside Fatir. And documents, the walls are dotted with some branch-shaped candles, the flames are blue, and the swaying cold light casts on the bright marble floor, making people feel that the feet are dark water.

He could even detect something sliding around in the room, avoiding his sight. Even if he didn't enter the shadow world, he knew that it was the strange creature he had just seen outside.

"Hoffa Bach is here." Delfina said dignifiedly: "He said he has something to ask you."

The man stopped writing, raised his head from behind a pile of desks half the height of a person, and looked straight ahead. Under her long silver hair, her blue eyes gleamed with unpredictable light.

Seeing what he looked like, Hoffa felt melancholy again.

He hated Fatir and didn't want to see him, not only because his choice killed Aglaia, but also because his appearance was at least 50% similar to his daughter, especially the eyes, which were almost exactly the same. He started Understand why the British always like to say that your eyes are very similar to the lines of your father and your mother, because your eyes can really recall a lot of things.

"I know."

Fatir said briefly, then lowered his head and started reviewing the documents. He was not surprised at all, and he didn't even care how Hoffa entered the Ministry of Magic: "Go out, Delfina. Just leave him."

"You also pay attention to rest."

Delphine nodded and bowed decently. He slapped Hoffa's **** unfaithfully with his hands behind his back.

Hoffa had no idea what this guy was doing suddenly. He jumped abruptly and looked at her inexplicably, but Delphine had already walked out the door. It seemed that the frivolous movement just now was not made by her at all.

"Have dinner?"

Fatir's question came from behind, and when he looked over, he had already reviewed the documents at the desk again.

"Ate."

"Adebe took care of you?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry I have been busy, and I have no time to see you." He said while reviewing the documents.

Hoffa was curious, and he wandered forward. Stopped at Fatir's desk, picked up a document on the desk and flipped through it. "Conference to Promote the Integration of Allied Wizards", the document was circled, and many places were marked in detail. He put down this document and picked up another one, the "American Wizarding Congress War Aid Program". Up.

Fatir didn't stop any of his actions, and after seeing him at the first glance, he never looked up again, just doing his own thing for himself.

"You know, what I hear most outside is your inaction." Hoffa chatted casually while flipping through the documents: "Say you stay closed all day and ignore political affairs, but now it seems, You are not very hardworking, you are working on Christmas Eve."

"Humph......"

Fatir, who worked at the desk, gave a short but sarcasm smile, and calmly said: "If you take my position, they will say the same about you. Leaders in wartime have only two results, deified and vilified. Unfortunately, I am the latter, because I, like you, disdain to explain to mediocre people."

Hoffa put down the papers, looked at his silver hair, and felt softened at the thought that he was Aglaia's father after all.

He pushed away the documents piled up on the table and leaned on the table and said in a low voice, "Did you know you are dangerous, Fatir?"

Fatir wrote and painted, and his voice did not fluctuate at all: "Adebe told you about his plan?"

"No, I overheard."

"Counting his acquaintance, he didn't drag people outside the political circle into the water."

Hoffa saw that he was like a dead man, with no mood swings from beginning to end. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He held down Fatir's hand in reviewing the documents and stopped him from writing, writing and painting: "Tell me, what are you doing? What are you up to, why do you want me to help you send Chloe Lemay to England?"

"It has nothing to do with you, just take care of yourself." Fatir said lightly.

"Are you going back to a year and a half ago?" Hoffa's voice was lowered to the limit.

Fatir finally stopped reviewing the documents. He slowly raised his head, looking at Hoffa with blue eyes, and for the first time a different kind of luster appeared in it.

"Do you want me to go back a year and a half ago?"

He put aside the pen, leaned back on the chair and asked.

Hoffa didn't speak, he didn't know what to say, the tearing and torment in his heart was almost magnified to the limit at this moment, as if two souls were tearing and wailing in his body at the same time, making all the muscles of his body tense for a while. He nodded, very difficult: "Yes, I hope."

Fatir, who was leaning on the chair, smiled and smiled. He actually stood up, walked around the table, came to Hoffa, and held his hand: "I did not misunderstand you, sure enough. ..." He held Hoffa's hand excitedly, Ru Boya grasped Zhong Ziqi, Guan Zhong grasped Bao Shuya: "You love Aglaia, it means that you are still on the same front with me."

Hoffa stared at him blankly.

"There is no one you can trust around me, only you can still be trusted." He held Hoffa's hand tightly: "Tell me, will you help me?"

"I have helped you, Fatir." Hoffa withdrew his hand, "but I have to say..."

"I'm sorry, Hoffa, I don't plan to resurrect her a year and a half ago."

"I...what?"

Hoffa had already prepared a set of rhetoric, but Fatier suddenly came such a sentence and caught him off guard.

I saw Fatir turned around and stood with his hand holding his hand: "What's the point of resurrecting a person, even though that is my daughter, I love her very much, but it is nothing more than a temporary cure."

Hoffa was unbelievable.

I saw Fatir clenched his fists, "If Grindelwald is still alive, he will think of countless ways to torture the world, he is the real root of all evil."

Hoffa: "Then you..."

Fatir turned abruptly, and the black cloak projected on the wall, like a dragon spreading its wings, and the anger and hatred in his eyes burned like flames: "I want to go back fifty years ago, there was no place in Grindelwald. Kill him directly when it becomes a weapon, cutting off the source of all disasters."