Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Dumbledore raised his head, and the huge iron cylinder water tanks at the top of the abandoned factory were marked with claws by huge force, showing how violent destruction they had suffered not long ago.

The ground was scattered with metal round pipes, lying in the mud after the rainstorm, some round pipes were even bent to ninety degrees.

Dumbledore bent down and touched the traces of violence on the metal tube. The expression on his face was a bit solemn: "Alchemy and deformation..." he muttered to himself.

After a while, the flying broomsticks in the sky fell on the ground, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic hurriedly walked in Dumbledore's direction. Headed by the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

"Merlin Beard, what happened..."

Fudge looked at the huge scratches and the toppling buildings, and said in shock: "Could it be that some foreign dark wizards invaded collectively?"

"Have you settled the Muggles?"

Dumbledore straightened up and asked.

An Auror next to Fudge stood up: "Settled. Many people were slightly injured and several were seriously injured, but fortunately no one died."

The Auror paused, and said with some confusion: "It's weird... that thunderbird seems to be flying in a remote direction on purpose, away from the crowd. It looks like it has been domesticated."

"I have been domesticated, and sure enough, someone wants to plot against us." Cornelius Fudge narrowed his eyes. "Go, find the guy who took Thunderbird, and you must catch him. Such people are never allowed in the UK. Presumptuous within the territory!"

When the Aurors received the order, they nodded and drew their wands. But at this moment, Dumbledore raised his hand and prevented the Aurors from leaving: "Wait a minute."

Fudge looked at him in surprise: "What's the matter, Professor Dumbledore?"

"Nothing happened," Dumbledore said.

"Huh...?" Connelly Fudge would not react for a while.

"I said, nothing happened!" Clean up the area, and then erase the Muggles who witnessed the incident. Don't promote the incident. "

"But...but..."

Facing the rare tough attitude of this kind old wizard, the current Minister of Magic uneasily rubbed his hands, his eyes floated on his Auror. But his Auror could only look at him, waiting for his expression.

The atmosphere was a bit stiff for a while.

Dumbledore smiled, and his attitude was milder: "Minister, the Quidditch World Cup is coming soon. Do you want those in the Sports Department to be invisible to foreigners? This kind of event will cause panic. It's better to block it."

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief and immediately smiled: "Principal Dumbledore's words are reasonable, but I did not consider them properly."

As he said, he scratched his head with some wonder: "Then what should I do with this matter, if there is a huge and uncontrolled thunderbird hidden in London..."

"Leave this to me." Dumbledore said decisively, "I believe the professor at Hogwarts has enough ability to deal with a magical creature."

"Then really trouble Principal Dumbledore."

Cornelius Fudge said with a smile, the opponent made a color. The Aurors nodded and retreated.

It wasn't until Dumbledore's Apparition moved away that the muscles on Connelly Fudge's face twitched.

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One month later.

London, Soho, Bar Street, night.

The air was filled with small clouds of cigarettes lit, and under the neon shining, the crowd swarmed in twos and threes. There are many beautiful picture flyers posted in the phone booths on the street, all of them are young girls, and they have phone numbers.

In 1994, it was one of the most famous red light districts in the UK. Countless young British men choose to come here to relax after work. Especially on weekends, almost all the people gathered here are handsome men and women, which is very eye-catching.

Usually, at this point of the night, the streets and alleys are full of men and women with ostentatious costumes, luxury cars everywhere, and a lot of people. But today, compared to the past, here is surprisingly quiet.

The eyes of the crowd were attracted by a woman.

She seemed to be the widow Marina in "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily", who was fascinated by the men in the city. When she appeared, she attracted everyone's attention.

The woman has a devilish hot figure. She is one and a half meters tall, with a big wavy golden curls emitting a dazzling light. Her slender thighs are wearing a goose yellow mini skirt, showing her perfect figure. .

She carried a small bag and walked alone through the feasting streets, as if she was not a creature of this world.

You know, most of the people who appear in Bar Street at this point are in pairs. Men have their own wingmen, and women take their sisters.

Good-looking women are still alone, unimaginable.

The men passing by stopped and let their eyes grow, and even more boldly whistled.

And that woman would not refuse to come. As long as someone whistled at her, she would give a brilliant smile. The green eyes under her eyelids flashed with madness that made men crazy, and the melon seeds were covered with a layer. The light makeup, the right eye shadow, the watery red lips are very seductive.

A man plucked up the courage to come forward to strike up a conversation, but when he was more than one meter away from the woman's body, he was so dizzy and smirked that he couldn't laugh at a word.

Some men even ignored the pinch of their female companions. The moment they saw the woman, they couldn't move their eyes anymore, and followed her step by step.

Gradually, behind the woman, a group of men gathered silently, and they followed the woman like puppets to a theater under neon lights.

There was a long line at the entrance of this theater. There were tramps in ragged clothes, scrawny addicts, and all kinds of young people with hair dyed in weird colors.

They didn't know what they were waiting for, desperately trying to squeeze into the theater, one by one, looking through.

At the door, there were a few doormen with open arms, desperately blocking these trivial and diverse people outside.

However, when the blonde woman arrived, the large-scale crowd commotion here stopped, and everyone stared directly at the woman.

"Don't let in?"

The blond woman turned her head to ask the two doormen in suits at the theater.

One of the two doormen had a nosebleed, and one leg was soft, and he buckled the door latch to prevent him from falling.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry.... We, we haven't... not yet reached the open point..." The doorman with no nosebleeds kept in front of the enchanting woman with a hoarse voice. With reason.

"Your boss and I are friends."

The woman said with a smile.

"I...our club...just changed...just changed boss..."

"He invited me here," the blonde woman said.

"Yes... is it?"

The doorman's face was red and bleeding. He wanted to see but didn't dare to look. Under the peculiar green eyes, he completely forgot about any regulations. He moved aside and opened the door for the woman. .

"Thank you."

The blond woman said politely, and then she entered the theater.

As soon as she entered the theater, the men following her, the crowd at the entrance of the theater, and the two dizzy doormen shivered, like an electric toy that was cut off, standing motionless. Ground. After a while, they looked at each other in wonder, wondering what happened.

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Inside the theater, in the dressing room of the three-story box.

"what......"

Hoffa opened his mouth.

A young maid in a white dress next to him immediately bent over and fed a sliced ​​pear into his mouth, and deliberately or unintentionally rubbed the murder weapon on the shoulder of the young upstart.

Since this young man bought the theater in full a week ago, she felt that this young man is a typical example of a stupid man with a lot of money. If he can catch him, then he must be worrying about nothing in the next half of his life. The child is enough... the maid dreamed about it romantically.

Hoffa didn't realize it. He chewed the pears and looked at the big mirror with two people ten people wide in front of him. In the mirror was a strange boy.

It was a guy dressed like a black flamingo. He wore a flashy tall black feather shawl on his shoulders. Under the shawl was a gorgeous white suit. He had fine gray hair combed back and a cover on his face. Half of the face is red sunglasses, the wrist is silver Patek Philippe, and each finger on the back of the hand wears a luxurious ring.

He leaned on a wide scary white sofa, behind which stood a dozen respectful men and women. Some of them are holding elegant glass wine vessels with Coke with ice in them. Some people are combing his hair, while others are holding a large pile of watches and whispering quickly to report on work.

"Mr. Bach, the CEO of Dunlop wants you to meet him. If you really want to invest in sports and fashion, it's better to make plans after the interview."

"No, why should I see him instead of him coming to see me!?" The gray-haired young man in the mirror said frantically, "Didn't I say to buy his stock, did you buy it?"

"You really want to buy it, that's a huge sum of hundreds of millions of pounds!" The secretary's hand was a little trembling.

"Buy, why not buy," Hoffa put his leg in front of the mirror indifferently, "As long as I see it, buy it all."

"Yes." The man put away his file, took another file out of his bag, bending over and said timidly: "Mr. Bach, Bill Gates of Microsoft...Mr. Bill Gates, rejected your suggestion."

"What?" The guy in the mirror in the black flamingo jacket was taken aback.

"He not only rejected what you developed...what...the next era...the idea of ​​a game console, but also, even more, spoke to you and spoke insultingly..."

"He dare!!" The flamingo in the mirror became angry: "What did he say?"

"He said... he said... he said he would not cooperate with a rich second-generation who is waiting to die!"

"Fearing death, dare to look down on me!!! Ah..."

He slapped his thigh angrily and opened his mouth. The maid beside him hurriedly bent down again and put a sliced ​​apple in his mouth.

"Hmm..."

He chewed the apple in his mouth, his eyes behind the red sunglasses flashed with unpleasant light. The people behind him shivered and dared not let out the atmosphere. This inexplicable guy has a perverse personality, moody, and knows nothing about doing business, but the salary is higher than anyone else, which makes people dare not speak.

He leaned on the sofa and thought for a while with Erlang's legs tilted. He pulled out a stock market report from his secretary, and his face turned gloomy.

"what!"

Suddenly he had a good idea, and he hooked his finger: "Todd, come here!"

The secretary named Todd hurried forward, bent over and stood beside the gray-haired boy, and saw him pointing to a company on the watch:

"Have you seen this company called Apple? Go, buy his stock, buy as many as there are!"

"Ah!" Secretary Todd was horrified: "Mr. Bach, please calm down. This company has not had any outstanding performance in the past ten years. In the past three years, they have exchanged three presidents in a row. Last year, their market The market share has dropped from 20% to 5% within ten years..."

"Nonsense! You are the boss or I am the boss!"

The teenager in the mirror yelled and interrupted his secretary, only to see that the list in his hand was slammed on his face with a sullen expression: "Buy, buy, buy, if I let you buy, you can buy, let them call Jobs back quickly Go develop a mobile phone for me!!"

"Yes Yes......."

Under the violent anger, the guy in the suit sweaty picked up the list on the ground, hurriedly ran out of the room, and fled.

"Huh, Bill Gates."

Hoffa let out a disdainful nasal: "Damn programmer...ah!"

He opened his mouth again, and behind him a girl with long legs and stockings dressed as a bunny hurried forward and inserted a straw into the precious glass that was supposed to be Lafite in 1982 but now contained ice-cola. In the utensils.

I saw him biting the straw and starting to drink Coke with an unhappy expression. When he was sucking Coke, no one behind him dared to speak. Finally, he washed half a liter of Coke in one breath, sucked the bottle upside down, and burped a long time. He turned his head and asked, "Carlson, did you find the person I asked you to find?"

Another male secretary in a suit and leather shoes quickly stood up.

"I can't find it, Mr. Bach..." The man wiped the sweat from his forehead with a helpless and aggrieved look: "Hua Xia is so big, how far away from here, where are we going to find a horse named Jack? My English teacher."

After a pause, he showed a flattering smile: "Besides, you are talented and memorable. You don't need to be taught whether it is in English or Chinese."

"The mouse is short-sighted!!"

The black flamingo, who had just calmed down after taking a Coke, became angry again, and he yelled: "You are short-sighted, you group of British rice barrels, can you come out with a bit of 007 spirit! Find me, and dig the ground three feet Find him out for me!!! If you can't find you, get out of here!!!"

Seeing that the opposite side of his flattery didn't react at all, instead he was yelled at. The secretary named Carlson was angry and angry. He lowered his head and grasped his fist.

But thinking of his monthly salary of £50,000 a month, the man named Carlson took a deep breath, and when he raised his head, he showed a sweet smile: "Yes...Yes...what Mr. Bach taught us is This will help you find Mr. Jack Ma."

"roll!"

"Great."

Carlson rolled around on the wool carpet in embarrassment, and then ran out of the large dressing room.

The rest were trembling, secretly making eye contact with each other, for fear that this perverse and young guy might come up with some inexplicable idea.

At this time, the solemn atmosphere of the room was broken by the sound of pushing the door.

"Mr. Bach, someone wants to see you."

A lovely Asian maid, she was fair-skinned, wearing black Lolita clothes, not tall, with cat ears, and six bars painted on her face with lipstick, three on the left and three on the right.

"Hmm!?" The black flamingo in the mirror tilted Erlang's legs, played with his fingers, raised his eyebrows unhappily, making a strange sound of Yin and Yang.

"No, no, no..." The poor vase intern who had just graduated from the London talent market and knows nothing, cramped his legs into the inner eight, and folded his hands together: "I mean... ..Master...Someone wants to see you..."

"That's the truth, hiccup~"

The exaggerated black flamingo in the mirror burped, and the evil charm smiled wildly: "You grinning little fairy, who wants to see me?"