Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"Are you not leaving?" Hoffa gave her one more look.

"Not in a hurry."

Delfina said lazily, turning her finger, and a letter appeared between her fingers, "This letter is from Norbert. I gave it to you."

She threw the letter at Hoffa in the air, and Hoffa clamped it accurately with her fingers.

"Oh yes, and as a reward, we asked him to transport all kinds of alchemy equipment for the Ministry of Magic. After that, if you still want to do arms business in the future, you don't need to be sneaky. Of course, That is limited to the territory of the Allied Powers."

"That's really good."

Hoffa said indifferently. He took the letter and did not rush to open it. Instead, he asked: "When I was in France, I just went to the toilet and you disappeared. Then the German army came to the door and told me, is that a coincidence?"

"Coincidence, there is no coincidence, everything is an arrangement of fate." Delphine put her hand on her waist, appearing very dignified.

"Yes, then why don't you bring her back yourself, I think you are much faster than me." Hoffa asked, squinting.

"I’m a woman. To be honest, I don’t want to talk and chat with a same sex or other people all the way. Would you like to stay alone with a man for half a year?"

She laughed and stretched out her slender fingers to lift Hoffa's chin: "Of course, if I can, of course I would like to have a thrilling adventure with a handsome guy like you."

pa!

Hoffa opened her palm and looked at her ugly.

But Delphine was not angry, she blew a kiss, then smiled and spun the Disapparation very gracefully and disappeared.

Looking at the bald woman disappearing, for some reason, he always felt that this guy is not someone who is easy to deal with. However, he had already decided to leave, so he didn't think much, but turned his attention to the letter in his hand.

Opening the letter, it is a messy handwriting.

【Ministry of Magic gives me the right to sell arms privately. I think we sent it. Now the most out-of-stock place in the world is in the Far East. I will go to the Soviet Union first, and wait for you to deliver that girl. You can come to Moscow to find me, let's do a big deal! ——Norbert.Hagrid】

"Damage..."

After reading the letter, Hoffa couldn't help but laughed. He breathed a sigh of relief. Norbert was in the Soviet Union. Although this place was far and cold, it was still a place to go. Fortunately, he had not fallen to the level of a fly without his head.

Putting up the letter, he rushed to the London dock non-stop. For some reason, he doesn't want to stay in Britain at 1 point now, just like a criminal wants to escape from the crime scene in a hurry.

Almost all pedestrians on the road wear winter robes, but Hoffa still wears a summer shirt. It only takes less than a day to walk in the future. He walked for nearly half a year, wandering around in the middle, spending far more time than himself. Expected. He didn't even have time to change his clothes.

As the time was approaching midnight, he arrived at the pier, and the ticket office had already closed, but he still asked the night watchman about the time of the British London ferry to Murmansk, the Soviet Union. There was a freighter passing by the next morning, and he only had to wait one night.

Hoffa checked the time and decided to wait until daylight to leave immediately and embark on the journey again. He found a broken chair on the pier square, planning to mix time with meditation.

This kind of square is full of homeless people wrapped in newspapers, and there are piles of wine bottles under almost every chair.

He has just entered meditation, not long ago the nightmare content has risen in the mind again, and these content became very clear when he was alone. Suddenly he felt extremely irritable, unable to meditate at all, and on the chair beside him there was an adult magazine that he didn't know who was thrown down by a tramp.

He unceremoniously picked up the magazine and turned it over. The content of the magazine was similar to those of later playboy magazines. They were all exposed photos of third-rate actresses, except that they changed from color to black and white.

The only color in the magazine is a yellowish-brown stain, spray-like, on almost every page, heaven knows what happened to this poor magazine.

"Fuck the ice cream..."

Hoffa mumbled flipped through the magazine aimlessly, as if only in this way could he forget the contents of the nightmare.

He is turning over.

Suddenly.

A white finger pulled on the cover of the magazine and slowly pulled the magazine up, and at the same time a slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Hi, Hoffa, long time no see."

Hoffa was leaning up on the chair to read the magazine, and the guy who suddenly came to say hello stood behind the chair, looking down at him.

So in Hoffa's perspective, the guy's face was upside down, but even so, he recognized her at a glance.

The maroon's short shoulder-length hair, the round rimless glasses, and the pointed chin, the moment he recognized it, he was electrocuted and bounced off the chair, backing a few words helplessly. step.

"Mi...Miranda..."

He looked at the visitor with surprise and joy. I touched my palms on my body, first straightened out my collar to see if there was any mess, then touched my hair, trying to press down the edge of the night breeze, so as not to look too haggard.

"You, why are you here!?"

He stammered in surprise. I didn't expect to meet her in this kind of place, one of my best friends and one of my most dangerous opponents.

Compared with a year ago, her appearance has changed a lot. First of all, her height has become quite high, about one meter six to five, which is completely different from the appearance of a small carrot head.

She is wearing a cool black studded motorcycle jacket, a pair of black shorts, a pair of high-top Martin boots under Bai Shengsheng’s long legs, and a very ethereal world-weary makeup on her face. There are obsidian earrings on the ears, and the eyebrows are sharp. However, Hoffa, who has seen the world outside, can tell at a glance that the makeup is actually not very good, the technique is very jerky, and the color of the lips is too dark.

"Isn't it me who should be asking?"

Miranda squinted and said: "This is Britain, I have a problem in London?"

"Isn't this the school point?"

"Yes, isn't this the school point?"

Miranda asked, she picked up the magazine in her hand and scanned it After a glance, he shook it in front of Hoffa's eyes, grinning sneer, "You have changed quite a lot, you are mature?"

"Gan!"

Hoffa almost blushed. Blood, he thought it was Murphy's law. He didn't have time to get a little yellow after four or five years of life. Just as he wanted to cultivate his sentiment, he was caught by his best friend. There was no luck.

He held his forehead with one hand, waved his hand with a wry smile, and changed the subject: "Come on, how do you know where I am?"

"I'm passing by,"

Miranda casually threw the broken magazine in her hand aside, folded her arms and said, "Go to a bar with friends for a drink, and then I will see you on the road."

"Yes, you I also learned to make-up."

Hoffa smiled and couldn't help but start to complain about her appearance.

Although I haven't seen it for more than a year, the familiar feeling will never go away. He still remembers the literary young girl style when this guy was reading on the train in First Year.

Miranda raised her eyebrows and folded her arms, "Yes, is it good-looking?" She said that she was disgusted, "What about you, you have gone from mining in Africa to the point where you can't mix, come back Take the bottle?"

Hoffa couldn't help laughing with her abnormal tongue, and the embarrassment was wiped out. He bent over and sat back on the chair laughed heartily, his legs arched up laughing. Indeed, the appearance of his covered in dust is indeed not decent, the clothes he wears were changed when he picked up Vampire in Bournemouth, dirty and crotch.

Several homeless men wrapped in newspapers next door were awakened by his laughter and foul-mouthed.

"There is no way, I have to collect the tatters so that I can barely maintain my life." Hoffa slumped into the chair and said with mud that could not support the wall.

Miranda puci laughed out loud. With her world-weary makeup, she felt a bit of melting iceberg. After smiling, she immediately held her face: "Where are you going?"

She put her hand in her pocket and asked.

"Soviet Union."

Hoffa said: "My friend has an alchemy workshop over there, which allows me to resell arms, eat fragrant and spicy food, and go to the peak of life. "

Miranda laughed, but then sighed, took out two pieces of paper from the black jacket pocket, and handed it to Hoffa.

Hoffa took a look. It was a newspaper, plus an arrest warrant.

The newspaper is a newly published Daily Prophet, and it is a big headline that is visible to the eye, in bold English [shock! The black witch Grindelwald dísciple Hoffa .Bach appeared in Britain and slaughtered hundreds of Vampire! ! 】

There is also a photo of him walking side by side with Tom Riddle on a cloud base under the title, and I don’t know when those people took it secretly.

The accompanying text below the photo reports in detail the Vampire incident in Bournemouth, without mentioning Mans, only that he killed a large number of German wizards and groups of Vampire.

Take a look at the arrest warrant below. The expression on the photo is gloomy, looking sideways to the rear, which has several points of villain style. The series of close and numerous introducing herself in German hadn't had time to read, Hoffa was bluffed by the long series of zeros at the bottom.

"I thought it would be so good for you to hang around outside. Didn't expect is the same as before. It makes people worry." Miranda sighed: "Germany has now issued death to you. Arrest warrant, if your head is equivalent to a gold Galleon, you can buy more than half of Norway. I can guarantee that as long as you leave this pier now, what is waiting for you is endless assassination."

Hoffa's face is calm. After reading the newspaper and arrest warrant, he handed it back.

He failed to capture Mans alive and killed a piece of Tom Riddle's soul fragment. Naturally, he didn't have the face to report back to Slughorn. The news was finally leaked out and it was being cleaned up. All the things Mans did fell on him, whether it was good or bad, just as he had foreseen it.

Miranda rubbed the newspaper with the arrest warrant, and the paper was turned into ashes in the air. Then she sat next to Hoffa, worriedly said: "You can't go out, stay in Britain, it's safe here."

"No."

Hoffa is flat and determined Rejected Miranda: "I have already bought the ticket for the six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Are you crazy?"

Miranda stared, her expression a little excited:" The secret forces of the Empire Wizards Association are all over the world. Even if they want to assassinate the President of the United States, no one can stop them."

"In that case, what good is it for me to stay in Britain? It has already happened." Hoffa said indifferently, as if she was stating something that had nothing to do with her.

"I can..."

Her excited voice became stuttered, "Protect, protect you."

Hoffa laughed, with The finger flicked her head, "It's nice to see you, Miranda, but let's go back, it's getting late."

The young girl suddenly stood up, her expression turned a little angry. , Coupled with that world-weary makeup, looks gloomy terrifying: "I haven’t seen you in a year and a half, and if you don’t write a letter, you will blow me away when you meet?" Miranda sneered and squeezed out a few words from her teeth, "I think I found the wrong person."

Hoffa didn't expect her sudden reaction so big, she was a little surprised. The awakened hobos next to each other yelled and laughed, "Yo, Little Sister, he doesn't want you, Uncle wants you!"

"Come here to father, father will love you very much!"

"Are the pants so short and cool at night?"

"hahahahaha ....."

(salience)

The lines on Miranda's face are as sharp as a knife. She grinned out a row of white teeth, looked sideways at the fragrant homeless men, and stretched her fingers to her glasses.

Hoffa felt a little bit in her heart, thinking of her terrifying dark side, so she pressed the palm of her hand forward, and she pressed the Miranda glasses back. Then, he took her wrist and stepped on the ground.

The chair followed by the glass bottle under the chair turned into powder. The vagrant with foul language was blown to pieces by the glass bottle that exploded suddenly, and they pulled open the newspaper foul-mouthed and stood up and patted. The clothes. Some people even picked up the wine bottle to find the difference, but when they set up their posture, they could still see half of the silhouette.