Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"Mr. Bach, I don't want this child..."

The woman said. She looked very embarrassed with her legs close together.

"No, now this world is lacking babies."

The gray-haired middle-aged man in front of the desk said with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"But...but I can't afford it, Mr. Bach, please do me a favour and give me a certificate of surgery."

"Wizard Society Now that the population is aging, the Ministry of Magic has banned wizard abortions. Don’t you know?"

The man’s face is not waved, he looks very numb.

"But, my ex-boyfriend abandoned me..."

The woman sitting across the table couldn't help but start to sob.

"I knew that, why did it in the first place. Find a picker."

Hoffa indifferently said, he quickly accepted this setting of his obstetrician and gynecologist.

"wu wu wu ......"

The woman cried desperately, stood up, swayed against the wall, and went out with her nose in her arms. .

Hoffa gritted her teeth and looked at the other person's back, suppressing the urge to stop her. What does this have to do with me, I should not violate the rules. He thought to himself.

As soon as the woman left, the door of the office was opened again.

A big-bellied bald dwarf walked in, looking like a penguin, holding a stack of paper in his hand, looking at Hoffa with a bad look.

Hoffa immediately remembered the name of this dwarf, Kerrigan Bolton, his immediate boss.

After that, Kerrigan Bolton threw the paper in front of Hoffa.

"Bach, how many hospitalization certificates did you approve this month!?"

Hoffa took a closer look, and an unfathomable mystery number flooded into his mind. He replied casually, 67 sheets .

"67 sheets! Do you write novels? Just open the hospitalization certificate! Do you think this is the Red Cross or a charity!?" The male penguin roared.

"I'm sorry."

The short and fat man trembled with anger: "Are you still responsible for the hospital shareholders, or are you responsible for your work, who was it? I recruited you...?"

"I'm sorry."

"Be more sincere!!"

"I'm sorry... ..."

"Be louder!"

"Sorry!!"

"Be louder!!"

"I'm sorry !!!"

nodded hunched away the big-bellied dwarf. Hoffa sighed, who has been graduating for several years and is almost 30 years old, leaned on the back of his chair.

He thought too terrifying, do I really want to live like this in this life? Sitting in front of the desk all day, wrangling with the leaders, and dealing with these young girls who stumbled...

Hey, wait, why do I work in the hospital?

Well, it seems...

It seems to be related to something that happened when you were young. What is it?

Can't remember.

Hoffa walked to the window, opened the window, adjusted his tie, lit a cigarette, and stroked his bald Mediterranean Sea.

Well, forget it.

It’s so boring, I really hope I can experience the sense of adventure like when I was young...

bang!! ! !

He just fell off his thoughts.

A loud noise appeared beside him, and the floor trembled like an earthquake. Then there was another loud noise, and all the walls in front of the office collapsed.

Hoffa collapsed to the ground in fright, and the few puffs of cigarettes in his mouth fell to the crotch.

On the open space in front of me, a huge drill bit mecha emerged from the ground. Dozens of meters high, terrifying beyond words.

Then the huge mecha bent down and opened his head, revealing a man with gray hair and Iron Body behind him.

The man said frantically with a big smile: "Hoffa! Bach! I finally found you!"

Hoffa was shocked, "West... Silby!?"

"Yes, it's me! You a living guy! You actually work in the hospital!"

The man laughed heartily in the huge mecha, he lifted I started a remote control in my hand: "Now, I have buried a big Ivan underground in London. If you don't hand over Tom Riddle, I will directly neutralize England!!!"

While talking, a robotic arm the size of a Jiefang Truck grabbed Hoffa and lifted him to in midair.

"Asshole! How did you find me..."

"Say, or I will kill you!"

"You , Don't think about it..."

"Don't think about it?"

Silby smiled wickedly at the corner of his mouth.

"Then, how about this!?"

Mecha waved his finger, and a container under it opened.

A scream came from the container. There was a scream.

"Husband!!!"

Hoffa looked down with difficulty, a vague silhouette holding the child in the container crying: "Let go of my husband, you want me to do anything Yes!"

The woman cried and yelled.

Hoffa was startled and panicked inexplicably.

"You...what did you do?"

"Is this the wife you married? Isn't she pretty?"

Silby's red eyes were pressed in front of Hoffa.

"When you told me that you liked beautiful women, did you marry such a yellow-faced woman? tsk tsk, Bach, you disappointed me too much!"

Hoffa is sad: "Let go of them."

"Where is Tom Riddle?"

Hoffa immediately began to think without the slightest hesitation, but no matter how much he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out Tom clearly. Where is Riddle.

"I will give you ten seconds to consider the time, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2..."

"Why does your countdown only have even numbers!"

Hoffa growled.

"Time is up, have you thought about it?"

"In...in Albania!"

Hoffa babbled.

pa!!

The wife and child were trampled by the huge mecha in an instant.

Silby laughed: "I lied to you! Fool!"

Looking at the two pools of blood on the ground, I don’t know why, Hoffa was torn by a colic in his heart. Cried out with a split lung.

"NO!!!"

......

......

He suddenly turned over He sat up, opened his eyes, and fumbled with his palms on the bed frantically, for about ten seconds before he realized.

I don’t have a wand anymore.

At the same time, he also realized that he was only 13 years old and had no wife or child at all.

Hoffa relaxed, exhaling a long breath, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Damn shit, I have a nightmare.

He opened his arms and lay down on the bed again, looking sideways at the deep blue night sky outside, extremely quiet, Insect Cry came into his ears with a loud voice, and the air was filled with the fragrance of honeysuckle unique to midsummer .

It's just that the occasional crackling gunshots from far away broke this harmony. Even though the silent spell set by the wizard, the air defense alarm outside was still visible.

This is not a peaceful place, nor is it a peaceful age.

London in 1940, the world war was in full swing.

...

After a while, the eyes became familiar with the darkness. The scenery in the bedroom slowly became clear, and the light from the hospital outside the window shone into the room, giving the top of the bedroom a few light orange spots.

The square room has neat wooden tables, white-painted wardrobes, and a few pictures of human body Dissection and fire safety spells on the walls.

Hoffa agreed to Aglaia at the beginning of the summer vacation and came to St. Mungo's for an internship. It has been almost a month since mid-June.

Now, he is lying in a room in an old dormitory building in St. Mungo's Hospital.

In this era, there is no mobile phone, and he has nothing to do. After squinting for a while, after all his sleepiness disappeared, he simply turned over and sat up and came to the table.

There is a slight green fluorescence on the table, which is the rays of light on the dial of the François magic power watch.

The time displayed on the watch is 3:30 in the morning, which is earlier than his usual time to wake up.

Three thirty, damn it, Hoffa rubbed his head. If he didn't have that damn dream, he could get a little more sleep.

I wake up so early, and when I go to work in the afternoon, I have to get stuck in a chair and become a horse. If you are unlucky, you may have to be rebukeed by that damn boss.

He rubbed his hair and sat down at the table.

There are close and numerous items spread out on the table, there are books, repair tools, and some postcards and letters sent from all over the world.

Thinking of the scary dream, Hoffa picked up the letters and tried to divert her attention.

He first picked up a dark green envelope with a white letterhead and purple iris inside. This letter was sent from the north by a snow owl before half a month.

"Hoffa, I was in Estonia when I wrote this letter. There was a war here. I tried to stop it, but with little success. At first, they were fighting for land, but later on, I didn’t know why they were fighting. Fighting. I hope I can find the answer.

Also, I heard that Germany is preparing for a large-scale air battle with Britain. Please be careful of your own safety.

Osivia Roman Nove.

July 1, 1940, the Baltic Sea."

This is a short letter from Osivia to herself. Hoffa finished reading, put it back, and took out another postcard with a high-rise building and free girl Divine Idol, with only a few words on it.

"Why do you never use the ticket I gave you, kid, why are you still staying in Britain, where it is almost blown up by Germany!!"

It's the liar Goblin because Duo’s postcard, Hoffa slightly smiled, throw the postcard aside, maybe he will go to the United States in the future, but not now.

Then he picked up another letter with the envelope of the red desert Gobi painted on it. Inside the envelope, there was a long and bright tail feather.

"Hoffa, how are you? Maya miss you very much. She is almost of adulthood now, with four wings. I really hope you can see it soaring into the sky.

However, recently many dragons from the US have been trafficked to Europe. I don’t know what will happen.

But in short, you should be careful in Britain. If the situation is really dangerous, you can come to me.

Joy Dago."

The letter is from the United States. It is from Hoffa First Year’s friend and hunting ground guard Joey.

Hoffa took the Thunderbird feather in his hand and admired it for a long time.

That is the feather of Thunderbird Maya. Stroking it, he can feel the free soul that is thousands of miles away.

He is envious of Maya, who can fly freely in the sky. Unlike myself, because I was trapped in a small place at work, I was depressed and unhappy.

Feeling the care of other friends, Hoffa's mood affected by the nightmare gradually recovered, and he put down the letter. He got up and went to his separate bathroom. He drew out the toothpaste and started brushing his teeth, brushing his teeth carelessly while looking at himself in the mirror.

The thirteen-year-old Hoffa has a very peculiar appearance. He has short gray hair, pale-gold pupils, and a silver earring on his ear. If he has a set of flamboyant clothes, puts on some eyeshadows, and poses in a sorrowful pose, then he can join the funeral family honorably.

However, he is not a non-mainstream person who deliberately highlights himself. The teenager in the mirror is quite higher than last year. His upper body counts scars and lean muscles all telling his exhausting adventures.

Just, who would have thought that the boy who rescued Hogwarts twice is now working as an intern in a hospital...

Hoffa spit out a mouthful of foam and rinsed it out Mouth, sighed.

Life...

He wiped his face with a towel for a while, threw the towel on his shoulder, walked into the bedroom, sat down at the desk, and collected the letters. Pull out two books from the drawer belly, one thick and one thin. Ready to read.

The thick one is Morgen Le Fay's "Dissection, Structure is King", the deformation secret book he obtained in First Year, and he has been studying it this summer.

The thin one is François Le Brun's notes on construction technology, which was handed over to him by Dipeter headmaster in March last year.

Hoffa has also been studying the construction technology given to him by the headmaster Dippet during the holidays.

Magic power is Hoffa’s biggest shortcoming. After last year’s battle, he has also received a lot of inspiration. He is determined to understand this knowledge well, hoping to solve his own problems through this technology. The shortage of magic power.

He sat down, took out a stack of paper, and began to concentrate on writing and drawing on the paper. After about two hours of research, the sky gradually brightened. At this moment, Hoffa heard a fluttering sound coming from outside the window.

In the sky of grey dawn, a white dot changed from small to large, which turned out to be a pure white owl. It stopped on the hanger for drying clothes outside the glass window, and pecked the glass window with its beak. .

Hoffa recognized it. It was the owl of Aglaia, named Elizabeth. During the First Year, she often dangled the owl on her shoulders.

Opening the window, owl got in. It arrogantly turned around on Hoffa's table. Hoffa wanted to see the letter tied to its feet, and wanted to reach for it.

But didn't expect, the owl took a step back and let go of his hand. Not only that, but also screamed at him proudly.

Hoffa was coldly snorted, stretched out his hand and grabbed it. Unexpectedly, this owl also reacted extremely fast, and fluttered away. Hoffa only caught a few white hairs.

Tossing for a while, seeing the table messed up, Hoffa shook his head helplessly.

He took out a small bag from the drawer and he didn't want to eat it at ordinary times. When he had the early nut oatmeal, he poured another glass of water for Owl.

Owl stopped making trouble. It put its head into the plate, picking up a few nuts, and then proudly extended its little paw to Hoffa.

"Like a squirrel, really like your master."

Hoffa spit out, patted owl's head.

It stepped away, snorted disdainfully, and flew out the window again.

Hoffa opens the note.

There are some wanton and frantic words written on it, as if it came from the handwriting of a drunkard.

"Hoffa, the internship feels good, right? Tonight on my birthday, I will ask someone to pick you up. If you don't come, you will be dead, haha....."

The letter is very short, but it shows that the writer's bad character, without any room for discussion with others, made a decision without authorization.

Aglaia’s birthday tonight?

I looked at the desk calendar, it was July 16th.

In this period of time, he had never seen Aglaia at all. Since she sent herself to the hospital, she seemed to disappear from the face of the earth, and she couldn't even contact her.

Hoffa picked up the shirt from the bed and put it on her head, and quickly assembled the watch parts with tools. The time displayed on the dotted dial is 6:15 in the morning, and the magic power scale is 0.7X. . The magic power crystal in this watch was seized from Silby's arm by Second Year, and it is considered his only one spoils of war last year.

The watch is worn on the wrist, and the magic power scale is turned to 0.8X.

He glanced at the faintly tall white building outside, and thought of the nightmare in the middle of the night, he sighed helplessly.

It’s almost time to go to work...