Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Looking at the thinning hair on the forehead, the pink lip print left by the tender model on the aged face. Those golden eyes that are exactly the same as myself.

Hoffa was stunned at first, then top-heavy for a while.

"I......!?"

The left arm crystallized quickly, faster than ever. Ignoring the surprise and pain, he rushed forward and grabbed the old man's face as if he wanted to tear it off.

The old man was not surprised, but smiled and pushed him away with one hand, put on his sunglasses again, and started Lamborghini.

Hoffa was paralyzed in the co-pilot, his chest undulating violently, a thousand words rushed to his heart, but he couldn't say a word for a long time. He is not a stupid person, the moment he saw those eyes, he immediately thought of countless possibilities.

He is not dead.

I went back in time.

I lived to be more than 60 years old and bought a luxury car.

He even... he suddenly looked up in the rearview mirror, the woman had long since disappeared.

"That...that...who is that!?"

Hoffa's voice actually became a little trembling and vicissitudes, "Is that, my daughter?"

The old man glanced at him and raised his eyebrows, "Daughter? Ha, you think too much, I don't have the kind of daughter who sees money open, just a little girl who is greedy for money."

"I......!?"

Hoffa didn't know what to say. After making sure that the guy in front of him was himself fifty years later, he temporarily put aside his fear of death and replaced it with a black question mark.

"I know you have a lot to ask, but now is not the time."

The old man smiled and patted him on the back: "Let's eat something first."

With the last roar, the large Lamborghini drove into an alley, then turned a few more turns, and finally stopped in a square in the middle of a building complex.

The square is surrounded by villas with pitched roofs. The overall appearance is gray and blue, and it looks very elegant. There is a small lawn and garden downstairs. The entrance of the square directly faces the street. There is a row of iron fences on it, which looks like one. Quite upscale community.

After parking the car, the old man turned the car key and got off. He didn't have the demeanor of a successful man he imagined. After leaving the car, he looked unusually ordinary.

Hoffa followed behind his old self, looked at his sparse gray hair, and couldn't help touching his thick hair.

Damn, do you actually have hair loss one day? He is secretly annoyed, can't he take care of his hair if he has the money to buy a sports car?

A few middle-aged people holding Labrador came in the distance, who seemed to be their future neighbors. They smiled and greeted the self who was walking in front of them, and the elderly themselves responded with a smile, one The appearance of a deputy friendly citizen.

"Mr. Bach is back."

"Yes, good evening, Mr. Herbis."

"Do you come back from buying vegetables?"

"Hey, no, I will pick up my son and stay for two days."

After finishing talking, the old man still unceremoniously pulled the young Hoffa, holding his back with a bit of nasty fun: "Well, is my son very handsome?"

"Ah, Mr. Bach's son, this is the first time I have seen him."

The old man was surprised, completely ignoring the dirty hole in Hoffa's body: "The young man is very energetic."

The muscles on Hoffa's face twitched, and he was embraced by his old age. He endured the pain of time flare erosion, and he just said nothing.

But doubts popped up in my heart one by one, what happened in the past fifty years, how did he go back, and what happened to Silby in the end? Where are those familiar people now? The most important thing is that there may only be less than half a day left in his life. After half a day, how did he survive?

A lot of doubts are added, but I don't know how to speak. The elderly Hoffa took him to the door of a video store, and after entering, he hung a sign saying [Closed Today] on the door.

There are many, many vintage vinyl records and tapes in the store. There are a lot of movie posters on the walls and the band's promotional pictures. Characters such as Michael Jackson and Freddie Mercury. The decoration of the store is very modern. He is very familiar with the road, and he is undoubtedly the owner of this store.

Hoffa had ten thousand words in his heart and wanted to vomit. After holding back for a long time, he asked:

"You bought a Lamborghini by opening a video store?"

(He thought for a while or didn’t ask, I bought a Lamborghini by opening a speaker store?)

"Are you not confident in yourself?"

The old Hoffa smiled slightly, as if he could see through his subtext.

"Let's come." Hoffa frowned. "You are sure that you understand what happened next. Quickly, tell me how to get back."

"I am a hobby to open a store." The elderly Hoffa smiled, so he spoke from left to right, "Come on, I will show you another business of mine."

So he walked through the video store to the back door and opened another door. When he arrived at his residence, there was a small red rectangular wooden table surrounded by six upholstered hardwood chairs. Old Hoffa pushed the chair away and knocked a brick in front of the fireplace in the residence.

The wall deformed and opened to both sides. At the same time, his clothes changed from a simple white T to a simple brown wizard robe.

Walking through a stone corridor, the sun shone through the transparent blinds, causing the young Hoffa to raise his hand to cover his eyes.

The air is filled with the scent of herbs. Behind the rows of glass showcases there are bundles of herbs, such as mint, wild garlic, thyme, yarrow, rush, paramo, king leaf, hoofed cart, tansy, Laurel etc. In the corner, there are rows of copper tanks filled with potion materials such as bat spleens and eel eyes.

Many witches wearing wizard hats pick and choose behind the counter. Several young wizards sit behind the counter with a small brass scale in front of them. Some of them bargain with customers, and some wave their wands to help customers wrap up their goods.

The picture is in sharp contrast with the modern video store just now. It is completely two worlds. While the old man opened the video store, he actually opened a magic drug store in Diagon Alley by the wall.

"boss."

"boss."

Seeing the elderly Hoffa coming, the wizards behind the counter stood up and greeted him respectfully.

"You go back today."

The elderly Hoffa smiled gently and said: "I want to take care of the guests. I may not open the door these days. You can give yourself a few days off first."

"Uh..." The wizards looked unexpected, but they quickly looked at each other and smiled: "Okay, boss, how long is the vacation?"

"Wait for the notice, and I will pass the book to you."

The elderly Hoffa took out a temporarily closed sign from the side and handed it to the wizards under him: "Go, get ready, I'm going to close today."

After several wizards were ordered, they began to pack up their things, took away the garbage for the day, apologized to the customers, then closed the door and left the potion shop.

After everyone had left, the old Hoffa turned his head to look at the young Hoffa, and smiled: "Look, is this life leisurely? I usually sell potions and listen to Muggle music..."

"By the way, a woman who is fifty years younger than you?"

Hoffa asked, squinting.

The old man pouted his lips: "Are you scolding yourself?"

Hoffa stared at him. "I don't think I'm so unbearable."

"Young..."

The old man in front of him looked a little mad, and said lazily, "Anyway, you have to go through what I have experienced, and sooner or later you will become what I am."

After speaking, he patted Hoffa's shoulder, "Go, go upstairs, wash yourself, don't get dirty."

"what!?"

Hoffa raised his already completely transparent hands, "At this time you still let me take a bath? Are you clear about the situation?"

"What is it?"

The old man smiled slightly, "It's just time flare. Am I just standing here? What can happen, go."

......

An hour later, in the bathtub, Hoffa hugged his knees, and the water rushed down his body, washing away all the blood on his body. But at the same time, many transparent fragments fell off his body.

I don't know if it is too long for fifty years or he is too close to the other self. This time the fierceness of the time flare is more fierce than it was in Paris fifty years ago.

He couldn't help thinking of Chloe, his own negligence killed her, and Silby, his ambition has become clear, he exiled himself until fifty years later, fifty years, and gave five to that kind of people. In ten years, what kind of "earth-shaking" things can he do?

Can it be remedied?

He looked at himself with only half his shoulders in the mirror, and felt that a Tarzan was pressing on him.

But then I thought of the old Hoffa's calm and vowed look. He was also a little confused. Could it be that 50 years later, he has become so strong that he can heal the wounds of the law on his body?

He is not so sure, maybe he can.

After taking a shower, I had prepared a set of clothes outside the house and placed them on the corridor at random. Hoffa picked up the clothes and took a look at it. It was his favorite simple casual suit. I had to say that only I knew myself.

When I went downstairs, there was a faint sound of chopping vegetables in the room.

Upon closer inspection, it turns out that the elderly Hoffa was wearing an apron and was slicing vegetables in the kitchen. His knives were sharp and focused. There were kale, lamb, potatoes, peas, white radishes, lettuce, turnips and other ingredients and fans on the cutting board. Rosemary, basil, cumin, oil and other things. The stainless steel pot on the stove was bubbling.

Seeing him like this, Hoffa didn't get angry, and he really wanted to destroy his spirit, and he still had some spare time to cook.

Some young Hoffa who couldn't stand it walked to the kitchen door and asked coldly: "If I die in this time and space, then you won't exist."

"Ok."

Old Hoffa said calmly, took out a bottle of ice-cola from the refrigerator and handed it to him: "Go and sit for a while, I have prepared three dishes, and they will be ready soon."

Looking at the Coke hanging in the air, the young Hoffa was already convinced. He took the Coke with his hand and sat down on the chair.

Since the old Hoffa was not in a hurry, there was no point in his own urgency. Out of curiosity, he wandered in his future house, wanting to see what he had done in the past fifty years.

The house is not big. Compared with the exaggerated Lamborghini and the two exquisite storefronts outside, this place is very ordinary, smaller than Miranda's house, with only a two-story bachelor apartment. The interior decoration is also very common. The only decorations are the blue porcelain vases, typical of Ravenclaw’s cool style.

At the corner of the corridor, he heard the chirping of birds.

It turned out to be a group of pigeons living under the eaves. At this moment, it was getting late. They hovered from the sky one after another, squatting in several cages hanging under the eaves, staring at the corner intently.

Hoffa followed their eyes and saw a bag of corn next to his hand.

"Can I feed them?" he shouted into the room.

"Don't feed too much." Old Hoffa in the house replied: "They all came back from the square and ate a lot during the day. I usually feed them before bed.

The young Hoffa hesitated, and still did not feed the cooing and bulging pigeons. On the contrary, he glared at them and said fiercely, "What do you think, I am not your master!"

A few pigeons pulled a few white poops, and they cried even more joyously.

Hoffa snorted and turned to leave.

After going around, he found nothing in this room that had nothing to do with his past. There are no photos of friends, no letters with other people, but many wine bottles neatly lined up in a row. This made him shiver.

Why is there nothing?

Where are my friends...? Has the future destiny changed? Is there still Harry Potter in this world?

With this thought, he looked more closely.

When he walked to the fireplace, a light blue cushion was placed on the stone fireplace, and a wooden stick was quietly placed on the cushion. The moment he saw the stick, Hoffa's only eye brightened.

That is my own magic wand!