Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

1 month later.

London, Westminster, Strand Street.

The sky at four o'clock in the morning was still not bright, the fog rose above the river, and a long, narrow wooden boat slowly passed by.

The white ship's dizzy lights dazzled the dark waterway, the hull of the ship slapped the water, making a rhythmic rustling sound, and the two men sat on the wooden boat, drowsy.

One of them, thin and tall, is lying prone on the cargo and napping, the other is slightly fat. He is sailing and smoking a pipe one after another.

At this moment, the rumbling sound of the plane passed by in the sky, and the fat man sailing the boat was shocked and immediately parked the boat under the mansion on the shore.

On the banks of the river, there are row upon row of tall churches and mansions. The owners are mostly high-ranking Britain, but most of them have now been evacuated. Only a few empty abandoned houses were left leading to the water gate of the Thames.

With the rumbling sound of the airplane, an oval beam of light swept across the river surface, like a spotlight on a black stage, the spot of light was close to the river surface, sweeping the surrounding buildings, and soon returned to silence.

Seeing the plane disappear into the sky, the man lying on the cargo sighed in relief: "Is it almost there, Weasley."

"Alright." The fat man squeezed out the pipe.

"Really, the security is so strict."

The thin and tall man murmured: "These muggles are like the German hunt for Jews. We should install a Floo in the safe house. Network, it’s easier to get goods like this."

"Install Floo Network?" The man coldly snorted, "Then how do you pay taxes, and how do you explain that a group of wizards opened a muggle dinning hall, Merlin Beard I don’t want to deal with Ministry of Magic people anymore."

"Oh..."

thin and tall The man obviously had nothing to say. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Is the Boss awake?"

"He never got up after five o'clock." The fat man said.

"It's amazing, I couldn't do this when I was young."

The man glanced at the cargo on the ship and complained: "It's just that I made 20 pounds this month. The ingredients are getting more and more expensive. Heaven knows how long this store can be opened. If the Boss still insists on checking the free food, we may not be able to last too long."

"In these years, there is more money. It’s useless. It’s good to survive. I think Boss has an idea, and the wizard opens a shop for muggle. How many people dare to do this?"

"The courage is indeed big." The thin and tall man said "If the Ministry of Magic knows that we are taking muggle Disapparation to other countries, it is estimated that everyone in our store will go to Azkaban for four or five years."

"What are you afraid of? Clean your hands and feet. After using Obliviate after smuggling this time, who will find out?"

The fat man said indifferently: "Furthermore, Boss is only interested in opening a store. If you don't like it, you can leave at any time."

"Eh, that's fine." The thin and tall man immediately denied: "I'm just talking casually. Boss people are still good..."

While talking, the hull side He stopped by a small church on the bank of the river. There are piles of high gravel here, which at first glance is the place that was unfortunately bombed.

Two wizards are carrying goods, stepping on the wooden bridge deck, making the sound of deng deng.

Entering the church, the fat man pulled out the wand and mumbled a few spells. The dilapidated stone wall in front of him split on both sides.

This is the underground of the church. It’s dark outside, but the underground of the church is brightly lit, and there are a few tables on the ground. In the corner there is a fireplace flame burning prosperously. There are a dozen deep gates on the wall, leading to different rooms.

There are a lot of scaffolding erected at the door of each room. Several wizards climbed up and down in the meantime, holding wands to repair the places bombed by muggle planes.

Under a decapitated statue in the center of the basement of the church, there is a large wooden counter. A young man is sitting behind the counter, holding a parchment in front of a few large books, writing and painting.

He has gray hair, pale-gold eyes, a thin body, and is dressed in an ordinary shirt and overalls. He is dressed no different from an ordinary mason on the construction site.

Joseph stepped forward and said to Hoffa who was sitting behind the counter: "Boss, I bought the things."

The boy looked up, saw the two of them, and said hello with a smile : "Yo, Joseph, Leon, you have worked hard."

The boy is Hoffa. After returning from Heilzburg, he was interrogated by the Ministry of Magic more than a dozen times, no job, no more The source of income is only fifty Galleons left over from last year.

However, he has a few more subordinates in unfathomable mystery. It may be wrong to say that it is a subordinate, maybe it should be called a follower or friend.

Of the wizards saved by him in Heilzburg, five did not go to other places, but stayed by his side, unable to drive them away. Especially the salesman of the Weasley Family, stay beside him when he says anything.

As for why, in Joseph’s words, he feels that he has a "sense of security with him."

In the beginning, Hoffa was very speechless. Wherever he went, there were a few big men walking behind him, which made him very ashamed.

Gradually, he got used to it. He doesn't know how to Disapparation, and there is no good place to go. They simply accepted them and formed a wizard organization in the form of a group of wandering rock bands with them.

A group of people have to eat together. The food outside is extremely expensive due to the outbreak of the war. In order to solve the problem of eating, a group of people found an abandoned church that had been bombed in London and temporarily settled down.

Because Hoffa worked in Leaky Cauldron last year and was a receptionist, he knew a little about the operation of dinning hall, and he also had some gold Galleon earned by working in him, so he proposed to open a dinning hall.

At first, he thought very simply. Since there is a shortage of food, he should open a restaurant. Anyway, if you eat yourself, you can eat, and if you make one more serving, you can eat as well. If you can make a little money, it’s a little money.

Unexpectedly, due to the war, nine out of ten restaurants in London could not be opened. Although the environment of Hoffa's restaurant was not good, it survived unexpectedly. Not only survived, but even opened up the lodging business and became an underground hotel.

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"Have you got all the books?" Hoffa put down the work in her hand, looking towards Joseph.

"Well, according to what you said, they are all second-hand."

After that, Joseph passed the bundle of books over, and asked the thin and The tall man said, "Leon, go get some food and start work right away."

The chef didn’t leave. He triumphantly asked: “Boss, do you have anything you want to eat today? I’m from the farm. I got a lamb chop."

"No, just like everyone else." Hoffa refused.

Over the past month, he has been jokingly called a boss. Hoffa thinks this title is ashamed, but the people around him call it happy, probably because they think it's fun to call a minor Boss.

"Well then..."

The cook named Leon shrugged, hooked his backpack with his feet, and floated the bag of food with the Levitation charm Go to the second layer underground.

After sending the cook away, Joseph leaned on the counter and asked in a low voice: "Hoffa, although a bit talkative, I still want to ask, are you going back to Hogwarts this year?"

"Nonsense, don't I go back and let me help you buy books?"

Hoffa looked at the old books and pointed the school notice to the course catalog without looking up.

"But our hotel has just started, you are leaving?"

"So what, I didn't do anything here." Hoffa didn't look up. "I can neither cook nor settle accounts, I just made fifty Galleons."

"But you can stabilize their emotions." Joseph said firmly.

Hoffa: "Huh? I still have this function."

Joseph pointed to a few wizards on the scaffold and said:

"Listen, these people It’s all because you saved them that they are here to help. If you leave, this shop will definitely be gone."

Hoffa felt amused: "Please, you are the one who saved them, and It's not me. I just helped."

While saying, he put books and luggage in the box. Today is August 31st, and he will be back to Hogwarts tomorrow, speaking of which, he still can't wait.

This summer vacation is too long. First, I worked in St. Mungo's Hospital, then I was taken out by Aglaia Pit to take risks. Later I was dragged by the Ministry of Magic for questioning nearly ten times, and finally I was in London. Opened an underground dinning hall...In contrast, life in Hogwarts is simply a vacation!

Ke Bao just half of Pack, Joseph stopped in front of him again: "Listen, Hoffa, I don't have your Legendary color, what they need is not me."

"What the hell , And also the legendary color." Hoffa laughed out, "You read more novels."

"My son is seventeen years old, and he is still eating in San Catchpole and waiting to die. You only have Thirteen years old, but being able to open an underground hotel in war-torn London is an incredible thing. They need you, a Legendary like you..."

Nothing about Joseph After speaking, the gong sounded.

dang dang dang!

Hearing the sound of gongs, the group of wizards busy on the scaffolding immediately put away the wand and climbed down the scaffolding. Pretending to be like a muggle casually.

After a while, a group of people in nightgowns walked out of the cubicles around the underground dinning hall. Among them, there were men and women, old and young, and the oldest was 60 or 70 years old. The youngest is less than ten years old.

The delivery openings of the cooking and dining rooms were opened, and a strong fragrance emerged from them.

Everyone rushed to the cabinet where the tableware was placed, people coming, people going, they kept saying hello to Hoffa.

"Yo, Boss, early."

"Boss, why did you fix this room so quickly?"

"You don't know how to magic, right? "

"haha..."

"What a great youngster..."

Hoffa is embarrassed and not With impolite smiles, they dealt with them one by one.

While joking with the cook, the residents scooped their food from the steaming big bowl to their personal dishes, and then went to the long table to find a seat they liked.

After greeting the tenants, Joseph posted it again and whispered: "See, these muggles didn’t say hello to me at all, they are all saying hello to you. One more than thirty It’s not unusual for a year-old to open a hotel. But it’s different for a thirteen-year-old. People in this era need a little Legendary to make them fantasize and keep them confident. You are leaving, our business is at least You have to lose..."

"Got it!" Hoffa interrupted the other's long talk by covering her ears:

"Wow, you deserve to be an insurance seller. , I took a flattery to make a set. But I must go to school. As for the store, it should be fine if you have you. If it doesn’t work, I’ll install a Floo Network. I’ll come back on Christmas."

, Hoffa didn't give Joseph more chance to speak, he closed the box and left the counter. Went for breakfast.

Joseph turned around in place, sighed, and chased him.

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After breakfast, Hoffa started his work on the last day of summer vacation. His The job content is very simple, and it is no different from St. Mungo's.

Registered guests, if someone wants to stay in the store, Hoffa assigns them to different rooms.

It's easy, but it's a bit boring. speaking of which, he can only do this. Although he said he could serve the plate, he was scolded by Joseph privately, saying he didn’t know how to be a boss...

underground hotel people coming, people going, due to German bombing, London There are many displaced refugees. Some people drag their families to seek asylum, some want to find a relationship and smuggle to other countries, and some just come here to fill their stomachs.

Hoffa’s business actually does not charge a lot. Accommodation is small and food is free. He can only make a small profit when rich people who want to smuggle to other countries come over.

The time passed quickly. Unconsciously, Hoffa was busy until the evening. At this time, the number of guests in the hotel gradually decreased.

He stretched his waist, ready to rest early, and set off for school tomorrow.

However, at this time, the sliding door leading to the surface was opened, and a girl with a backpack swayed in.

She wears round-frame glasses, a light blue shirt, and a small wooden sculpture hanging on her chest.

Hoffa was still yawning behind the counter, but when he saw the girl glanced around, he straightened up and shouted in surprise: "Huh, Miranda!"