Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

On the mountain road, Hoffa drove the car silently, with mixed feelings in his heart. Originally, he thought that this was just a 50 Gallon **** mission, pushing a wheelchair to go to Barcelona, ​​and then coming back, Gallon would get it.

But it wasn't until this guy peeed in his pants that Hoffa understood that making money is not easy, even if it's only 50 gold gallons.

As a disabled person with only his head, Silby does not have the ability to control his own defecation.

After the first crazy night, Hoffa did not dare to touch Silby another drop of water. At around nine o'clock in the morning, the three people entered the rest stop on the side of the road.

Hoffa wanted to buy some food here, and then set off after a short rest.

But when he entered this town, he found that there was no one in the town. This small town has long been dilapidated, deserted, and empty street, let alone people, there is no ghost in sight.

The wooden houses in the small town were full of bullet marks, and there were huge gaps in the ground that were blown out by shells. From time to time, Hoffa could see one or two dead bodies lying in the shadows.

Some corpses even hung on the glass windows, wearing cyan military uniforms, and some lay on the damaged rusty vehicles, as if they were fused with the cold metal.

Rotting and broken limbs are everywhere on the ground.

The air is full of the smell of death and decay.

Hoffa slowed down, walked around a trench slowly, and muttered, "What's the situation?"

What kind of situation is this?

Hoffa murmured to himself, apart from watching movies, he had never seen so many bones.

"This country has just finished the civil war, there are too many such places." Silby sighed in the back seat.

"But it's fine to drive forward, it's not like this in big cities."

civil war?

It's war again.

Faced with such a scene, Hoffa had to abandon his plan of rest and reorganization, accelerate forward, and leave this wasteland.

On the way, Hoffa saw many such dilapidated towns, and there were some destroyed tanks and aircraft wreckage on the road.

For some reason, Hoffa saw the red **** on some tanks, which made him unable to understand.

I was clearly in Spain, why would I see German vehicles? Obviously, before World War II started, was this country on the bar with Germany?

Finally, around 11 noon.

Pedestrians and vehicles began to appear in Hoffa's sight, and the surrounding environment and the town were restored to life.

The heavy and solemn atmosphere faded, and they came to the southern Spanish city of Granada.

The city is located in the famous Sierra Nevada Mountains, at the foot of the mountain, Hoffa can see layers of ancient buildings built on top of the mountain.

After entering the city, Silby became active again.

He stuck out his tongue, pointed to the palace with red brick walls in the distance, and said: "That's the Alhambra, built by the Moors in the 13th century."

Hoffa glanced at the palace, and Yu Guang turned back to the co-pilot.

Compared to the palace of the ancients, he was more worried about the mental state of the senior. Since that crazy night, she has always had a look of extreme disgust on her face.

"Are you all right." Hoffa asked worriedly.

"Stop." She said coldly.

The black car was parked on the side of the road. There are not many cars in this era, it can be said that there are very few. A black car is eye-catching enough, not to mention that this car lacks a door.

Some Spanish women passing by watched with shocked eyes a tall woman in a green nightgown came out of the car with a cold face. The stories that happened in the car made them dream.

Hoffa rolled down the window probe and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Buy clothes and take a bath."

With that, she took out her wand and tapped it on Hoffa's shoulder.

"I left a trace of the tracking magic beacon, don't go too far with this waste."

After speaking, she strode away without looking back.

Silby kept watching Osivia leave, and he suddenly asked, "Are you Slytherin too?"

"Me? I'm not," Hoffa said.

"Gryffindor?" Silby asked.

"Gryffindor? Am I alike?"

"Like."

"Okay." Hoffa shrugged. In fact, Silby was not the first person to think so, but Hoffa didn't have much to explain.

All he is thinking about now is eating and resting.

Cleanliness is a more important issue than satiety for the Snake Academy elders who are obsessed with cleanliness.

But Hoffa is not. He is hungry and hungry. After tossing all night and driving for a long time, he can't wait to eat a meal, and then find a hotel to rest.

He decided to find a restaurant first.

Soon, Hoffa saw a fast food restaurant on the street.

The shop windows are full of hams, sausages, cheeses, salmon, cuttlefish, barnacles, and other seafood that Hoffa can’t name.

To complete the **** mission, you must first fill your stomach.

He parked the car in front of the fast food restaurant, then pushed Silby into the restaurant.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Hoffa's rich aroma came in his nose. The aroma of olive oil, garlic, pepper, and other spices made him secrete a lot of saliva.

He hurriedly pushed Silby to a position by the window, and began to call the waiter in his mouth.

Hearing his shouting, a red-necked and white apron male waiter turned his head rather indifferently and stood beside Hoffa.

"?Quieres　er　algo?"

(What can I do?)

"Menu, menu!"

Hoffa couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but he motioned to the other party to bring the menu to himself.

The waiter shrank his hands, avoiding Hoffa, and asked more coldly: "?Los　s?"

(you are British?)

what? What did you say. Hoffa did not understand at all, so he asked him in English: "Can　you　speak　English?"

As soon as the voice fell, Hoffa felt something was wrong.

At this moment, all the people who dine in the restaurant, the staff, all turned their heads and looked at him.

The face of the waiter in front of him completely cooled.

Ten seconds later.

With a bang!

Hoffa, who had just entered the restaurant, was pushed out. His buttocks were not hot yet, and even the wheelchair with Silby was kicked out by spinning around on the ground.

"?Ves　este　letrero!!?" (Can't see the sign?)

A shopkeeper wearing a red dress, a white skirt, and a chef's hat standing at the door of a fast food restaurant, knocking on a sign and roaring frantically, Hoffa was at a loss.

"Los　s　y　el　perro　no　puede　entrar!!!"

(We declined to entertain anyone from the British Isles!!)

After cursing, the old man made an international gesture to Hoffaby, spit on the ground viciously, and walked back to the store with a spatula.

Hoffa stood there blankly, completely dumbfounded.

Silby turned his wheelchair a few times and turned to Hoffa's side. He was not angry. Instead, he said with a grin:

"This country has been bullied by the British very badly. Half of the overseas territories have been taken away by the British. You dare to speak English in Spain, so courageous."

"Then what do I say if I don't speak English?" Hoffa was startled.

"Spanish, Valencian." Silby said casually.

"I haven't heard anything about Valencia!"

Hoffa rubbed his abdomen and vomited bitter water.

"Well, well, it would be nice if you can speak German." Silby said.

"What...!? Why should I speak German..."

"Do you know a general named Franco in Spain?"

"Please, can you not tell me about history..." Hoffa said.

"What history? Just a few months ago, the Muggle leaders of Germany and Italy helped Franco to overthrow the previous government. Now, this country has a large number of German troops.

I read the news the day before yesterday. Hitler himself is holding a meeting in this city. If you can speak German, you will be very popular..."