Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"More than 3,600 boxes of green cocoa, more than 120 tons. Enough for ten bases for one and a half years."

In the huge cave, Miranda looked at the old chief with a nasty look, "Inhanio, you have so many goods hoarding, and you want to increase the price, but you really know how to do business."

"Only enough for one and a half years! Only enough for one and a half years!" The old man paused the wand in his hand with a headache, "You also said, only enough for one and a half years. This green cocoa maturity cycle will take a whole year, and now you are right The demand for green cocoa is so great, who knows that after a year and a half, our output can't keep up, and of course the price will increase!

"Since it is just demand, we must control it, just like I will personally help you solve the problem, the price increase cannot exceed two levels at most." Miranda said categorically, with a very strong attitude.

"It's not your problem..." Inhanio muttered, lowering his head.

"Ah? What did you say?" Miranda pointed to her ear dissatisfiedly, "You say it again?"

"No, no...nothing!" Inhanio waved his hand quickly, looked solemnly, and said, "Sorry, Miss Goshak, this is not my sole decision. Those of my clans who help grow cocoa, They also have to live, eat, and bear the losses of this sleepwalker siege. Therefore, the price increase will require at least four floors."

"We can divide a part of the manpower to help you expand your planting, but I firmly disagree with you casually releasing red flags to the market!" Miranda picked up her own price parchment and said coldly: "At this time, I can't see it. Any clues to panic."

Inhanio slapped haha ​​and wanted to say something more.

But Miranda was impatient. The old man had been arguing with her for almost three hours. He had to adjust the price to a completely unreasonable level four or more. This made her not only laborious, but also time-consuming and cost-intensive.

She reached out and pressed Inhanio's shoulder.

"I said that the price has risen by two tiers. We will find someone to help you plant it. Do you accept this condition? If you don't accept it, I can find someone to develop other refreshing potions."

"This..." Inhanio keenly saw the wand handle on the girl's waist, and suddenly said with a bitter face and tears: "You have said so, what else can I do, Adbe. Goshak really gave birth to a good granddaughter, and he didn't even blink at the price."

"Huh... It doesn't look at how ridiculous the conditions you offer."

Miranda removed her hand from Inhanio's shoulder, rolled up the parchment, and put it in her arms. "That's all for the matter. I will send someone from Floo tomorrow."

After all, he turned his head and walked out of the warehouse.

The middle-aged native standing guard outside the warehouse hurriedly winked at Inhanio. Inhanio was surprised, and immediately stepped forward to hold Miranda: "Wait...wait a minute!"

Miranda frowned and looked at him displeased, "What's the matter? Inhanio, don't you want to regret it again?"

"of course not,"

Inhanio's wrinkled old face smiled with folds, "Do you want to take a look at our other stocks, and there are refreshing herbs that are better than green cocoa!"

"This...!" Miranda's eyes widened. "Is there really that kind of thing?"

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On the sand outside the warehouse, Hoffa clutched his lungs, panting like a cow.

Finally found the **** warehouse, he thought to himself, when he found Miranda, he must ask her why it takes so long to count the materials.

But he just wanted to approach the warehouse when an indigenous man stopped him outside the warehouse. He covered Hoffa's lips and tried to drag him back to the ceremony.

"Go away!"

Hoffa opened his hand and was about to walk into the warehouse.

The native man did not give up, still reaching out to grab Hoffa's collar. But Hoffa was three hundred times stagnant, making him slow as a snail.

In the cave, there are woven baskets stacked on top of each other, with huge masks. He did not find Miranda, but heard a faint conversation from the depths of the cave.

"...The root of vitality is still ten years old. It is the necessary material for refining endurance potions, speed pills, fitness pills, etc., look at it, how about it!"

"Inhanio, don't make fun of you," an unhappy female voice came from the cave: "This is a herbal medicine used to increase physical strength. What use is it for us? We don't need to improve our physical strength now, we just need to improve our spirits. To avoid sleeping."

"Hey, don't go!" The old man said again: "Come on, look at this, Rimbaud. You can laugh and laugh all day long with just one slice. How about this kind of thing, just use one slice. You don’t need to sleep."

Miranda’s voice sounded a bit annoyed: “Yes, I don’t need to sleep with this thing, but I don’t want to do other things. Besides, Rimbaud leaves have side effects on the human body. If you use too much, your muscles will twitch and die. Don’t you Thought I didn't know."

"Yes, yes..." the old man said, "Don't go, there is still..."

The conversation between the two gradually increased in Hoffa's ears, and he became excited. Can be considered to find this guy. She was still working. I didn't expect Miranda to be such a workaholic.

Just as he was about to follow the voice to find it, a group of natives followed his voice first and appeared at the corner. It turned out that the stagnation effect passed, and they caught up.

Ah oh...

Hoffa was desperate, and Grindelwald didn't knock him down. Is he going to capsize the boat in the hands of the Peruvian natives who have just met?

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In the depths of the warehouse, the old chief Inhanio enthusiastically introduced Miranda one after another medicine that didn't have much use for eggs. Miranda's patience was wiped away little by little, and a certain anxiety was brewing in her heart.

At this time, a faint fragrance penetrated into his nostrils.

"Ok?"

Miranda's nose twitched: "What's this smell?"

"Smell?" The old native twitched his nose, "What smell?"

Following the taste, Miranda came to a large woven basket at the corner. Inside the woven basket, there were a few round objects like nutshells, and a few scattered on the ground.

She picked up a nutshell, sniffed at the tip of her nose, squinted her eyes and asked the old chief, "Hey, Inhanio, it's winter. It's still early for the bull's estrus season, why are you taking it out? use?"

The old chief saw that Miranda was holding the nutshell thing in his hand, his face paled suddenly, and he chuckled: "Who uses it, I'm useless, it's just scattered."

Miranda squinted, threw away the husk, folded her arms, and said dangerously, "Old thing, are you hiding something?"

"I...I, how can I hide anything,"

The old chief said hesitantly. "Didn't I always accompany you around the warehouse?"

Miranda frowned suspiciously, staring at Inhanio's eyes, trying to see what the old man's wrinkled face was. Inhanio just chatted and laughed, and looked honest and couldn't be honest anymore.

suddenly.

Patter.

There was a faint scuffle and dragging sound behind him, as if someone had been dragged away from the ground.

Miranda's expression changed, she immediately drew out her wand and walked in the direction of the sound without hesitation.

The old chief also changed his expression. He quickly took the staff and stopped in front of Miranda: "No, no, you can't leave here."

"Why can't I leave here!?"

Miranda looked at the old chief with a sullen expression, her aura was rising steadily, which seemed strange to her before. Now that I think about it, this old thing is pulling her, wrangling in the cave, endless wrangling, no matter how you think it is wrong.

"I..." the old chief gritted his teeth, "outside is our harvest ceremony, women are not allowed to participate!"

"Huh?"

Miranda's eyes widened in an instant. She grabbed Inhanio's collar violently and pressed him against the wall with her elbows. Then she took out her wand from her pocket and placed it under Inhanio's neck. Sharp asked: "Asshole old guy, dare to play with me! Say, what ulterior idea are you playing!?"

The surging and dark magical energy made Miranda's face distorted, blurred, and terrifying.

The old chief was terrified. He screamed: "You can't go out, I...I...I saw a white light on your friend!"

"and then?"

Miranda gritted her teeth.

Inhanio: "In the mythology of our tribe, before the end, there will be a hero. He raises his hands and landslides. His eyes shine everywhere. He will devote everything to mortals and lead us into A brand new era, but the premise is that we also use everything to worship him!!"

"What about then!?" Miranda roared, her arms pressed more fiercely, and the old chief's wrinkled face was completely deformed.

Inhanio stuck out his tongue and said in a hoarse tone:

"I...I...think you...that friend is the hero, as...as the myth says, we...we have to Enshrine everything to him, talent... ability, liberation... liberation from this terrible apocalypse!"

Miranda thought it was too magical. She tilted her head and said in disbelief, "What the **** are you going to offer to that guy Hoffa?"

"No...no death...no...rebirth...food, wine, women, what we...have...the best Everything, all...all...have to be dedicated to him..."

The old chief said with great difficulty.

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Hoffa thought he might have crossed again.

Traveled back to the barbaric era of 10,000 years before history.

After the native Peruvians caught him, they covered his mouth without any explanation and put him back on the chief's chair.

The drum beats boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

Mixed with the barbaric shouts that echoed each other, four strong men dressed in gorgeous feather clothes and painted all over came out. They raised their chairs in silence, lifted Hoffa into a secret passage. This passage is narrow and dark in the mountains.

Along the way, there are countless fires, thorns and primitive trees.

On every tree, there is a wizard or witch climbing up, their eyes are green, and they are constantly sprinkling unknown herbs or liquor.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

Accompanied by deafening drum beats. Passing through the crevices of the mountains and the primitive jungle, four indigenous warriors carried Hoffa to a towering pyramid. Along the way, countless aboriginal people beat gongs and drums, shouting all kinds of monsters and ghosts, under the influence of music and dance. Some of them bowed down to worship, some offered food, and some even cut their tongues and dripped their blood to the ground in front of the chief's chair.

All kinds of incomprehensible behavior scared Hoffa.

Seeing the towering pyramid, he struggled to leave, but a large amount of hallucinogenic potions had blurred his consciousness. Let him see everything with multiple images.

Four or five sturdy warriors happily lifted the chair and lifted him up the pyramid.

On the Pagoda of Gold, a young girl with a veil is dancing. She wore the crown of a feather snake, her hair was shaved, and she was covered with ointment, ghee and turmeric root powder. Hoffa didn't even know who it was, and had never seen it before.

But at this time, the drugs in his blood began to work, his instincts began to gradually rise, and the dancing figure of the Peruvian girl became graceful and attractive.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

The sound of drums made him secrete a lot of adrenaline.

Even more frightening was that Hoffa's blurred vision gradually became clear amid the drums.

The dancing girl's hair changed from black to silvery white like a waterfall, her brown skin became white like milk curd, and her black pupils became blue like sea water and sky. His face became Hoffa's most familiar appearance.

Hoffa murmured: "A... Aglea...?"

"Do you miss me?"

The dancing figure spoke with his lips, and walked towards him slowly.

Hoffa struggled to sit up straight.

Then, she cleverly walked onto Hoffa's throne and hooked his neck with her arm.

The four strong and powerful warriors carrying Hoffa pulled out their daggers from their waists and stab them heavily against their necks without hesitation.

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After the old chief finished speaking, Miranda only felt cold in her hands and feet.

She moved her gaze to the woven basket that had been opened to the side, and saw the herbal medicine used to aphrodisiac bulls, and she was anxious.

"I killed you! You old madman!"

She raised her hand to launch five smashing spells, one finger at a time.

Inhanio reacted quickly, so he immediately raised his staff and propped up a shield for himself. However, the five spells were so powerful that the shield was shattered, and he was blasted out, collapsing more than a dozen rows of baskets in a row, and smashed on the wall of the cave, causing him to spit out a handful of blood.

The old man was also stiff. He opened his mouth and died like a mother, and shouted sternly: "Gorshak!! If you dare to stop our ritual!! I swear, from now on, I will be a green cocoa. I won't provide it to you!!!"

"There is no future!"

Miranda roared like a lioness, her five fingers clenched her fists together, and the rock collapsed, directly burying Inhanio in the pile of rocks.

After that, she ignored the life and death of Inhanio, waved her hand, strode out of the cave, and walked out.

As soon as she went out, she saw the blazing fire burning in the distance and the moon in the sky that was obscured by smoke. She turned around and disappeared in place.

When she reappeared, she saw a large group of indigenous wizards kneeling on the ground, Hoffa sitting on the throne at the top of the pyramid, and four people around him planning to sacrifice themselves.

"Stupid!"

She had a cold face, clutching her magic wand, and she was a spell: "Faint!"

A red spell spurted from her wand, turned into four in the flight, and hit the four indigenous Peruvian warriors next to Hoffa.

Before the sharp knives of the four samurai touched their necks, they were hit by the red stupor curse, their bodies softened, and they rolled down the stairs on the top of the high pyramid.

Miranda shook again, and the apparition disappeared again.

When she reappeared, she grabbed the girl who was attached to Hoffa like an octopus, raised her hand and threw her out, like a sack.

Under the girl, the hateful guy was lying on the chair with his face flushed, his mouth was drooling, his eyes were hollow and his face was smirking. It looks quite pleasant.

Miranda bit her lower lip, grabbed her hair and stomped her feet. Annoyed and helpless, she couldn't help but lift him up from the chair with one hand, while Hoffa naturally hung on her body, paralyzed. Like mud.

The group of wizards who bowed down and played drums were not happy anymore. Seeing that the sacred ritual was stopped, they got up like crazy and took out their weapons one after another.

"Why are you not so decisive against sleepwalkers!?"

Miranda pointed at the person under the pyramid and cursed.

Then, before they could react, she twisted and apparated again and left the high altar.