Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

1942.

Outskirts of Paris, France.

In the abandoned factory building, one after another huge iron chain hangs down, and patches of mange-like mold grow on the yellow-brown walls of the factory. All kinds of weapons were hung on the mold-dense wall. As small as pistols and daggers, as large as submachine guns, assault rifles...

There are parchments scattered on the ground, and various mysterious and complicated designs are drawn on those parchments. Some pages are intact, some are crumpled up.

In the corner, a dim light shines on a wooden table. On the wooden table are scattered pieces of parts and a black metal glove.

An old-fashioned radio on the table is playing an unsharp old-fashioned German song, Lily Marlene.

"VorderKaserne"

"VordemgroßenTor"

"StandeineLaterne"

"Undstehtsienochdavor"

"Sowoll' nwirunsdawiederseh'n"

"BeiderLaternewollenwirsteh'n"

"WieeinstLiliMarleen..."

Listening to the song, the teenager behind the table has A little confused.

He looked at the crackle raindrops outside the window, where there seemed to be a pair of strange and familiar eyes looking at him.

This sense of being peeped has been going on for several minutes, making him work unintentionally.

About five or six seconds later, he couldn't help but stand up, opened the window and looked out, but saw nothing.

"Working overtime for a long time...?"

Hoffa grumbled, rubbing his temples and returned to the table.

The "Lily Marlene" on the radio is still playing. He extends the hand means pressing the button, the channel is switched, and the German songs are replaced by English broadcasts.

"...On August 28, the wizard daily newspaper muggle battlefield real-time report, European Jews were hunted down on a large scale, and anti-Semitic activities in France are growing day by day. The Ministry of Magic would like to remind you , Continue to do a good job of defense..."

Click.

The hand stretched out again, and I debugged it several times.

The English on the radio has become German again.

"...On August 27 days, the Empire Wizards Association inspected three private weapons factories in the north. The Wizards Association reminds everyone who listens again.

We It is strictly forbidden to use and possess any unregistered weapons and alchemy creations. Violators will be fined more than 5,000 Galleon or dementor kisses..."

Click.

The channel is switched again.

German has become English again.

"...The latest report, the Britain Ministry of Magic Leonard Spencer Muen will announce his retirement statement at the end of this month. The new Ministry of Magic will be replaced by Fatiel Della Seth served. It is reported that Fatiel De La Seth served as Wizengamot in 1923..."

Papa!

The knob of the radio was turned sharply. move.

The originally unclear broadcast sound has become a completely disorderly sound of magnetic and magnetic current.

The quill of shua~ shua~ shua~ stopped writing, it stayed on the paper, and the ink stained a dark spot on the parchment.

The boy turned off the radio rather impatiently. He leaned on the chair and kept combing his hair with his hands. Appears restless. At the same time, the faintly discernable sense of peep made him feel ill at ease.

peng peng peng!

There was a knock on the door.

He heard it, and immediately ignored it.

dong dong!

Knock on the door to continue.

It's more intense.

"It's coming!"

Hoffa stood up abruptly, and came to the door somewhat top-heavy. Pulled open the sight glass on the shabby iron door.

A short man in a raincoat stood outside the door, he was carrying a big woven bag.

It is Norbert.Hagrid.

Seeing that it was him, the impatience on Hoffa's face was slightly reduced. He pulled the chain and opened the iron door.

The short man squeezed in and stuffed the woven bag in his hand to Hoffa.

"This damn weather, it's raining endlessly."

Norbert complained loudly. He took off his rubber boots and poured rainwater out.

"Is anyone coming?"

Hoffa asked while holding the woven bag while locking the door.

"No."

Norbert picked up a pot of water, poured it out, and then touched his mouth: "Don't lock the door, we will go out soon."

Norbert finished taking off his poncho and putting back his rubber boots. He took wand and tapped on his body. Suddenly, steam came out of his body like a locomotive.

"Why are you still going out?"

Across the steam, Hoffa keenly observed two more bruises and cracks on Norbert's right eye and cheekbones.

"There is something to deal with."

While speaking indifferently, Norbert reached out and flipped through Hoffa's parchment on the table.

"Merlin's beard, are you really determined to learn alchemy...?"

"Where did you go?"

Hoffa interrupted Norbert and put the supplies on the table.

"It takes so long to buy supplies?"

"Eastern District, I took a job."

Norbert picked up a kettle.

"I am still me?"

"We, we."

Norbert put his mouth to the pot and waved his hands indifferently.

Hoffa raised his arms with an unhappy expression: "My magic power booster gloves are not completely perfected yet. I want to go out now?"

"Stay in this place all day, you too It's going to rot."

Speaking, Norbert opened the drawer of the cabinet, pulled out a roll of tattered tissues from the mess of parts, and wiped his cheekbones.

Hoffa looked on coldly.

Norbert: "This is really not good without you."

"Don't change the subject, did you mess up the transaction again?"

Hoffa Look bad.

"Shit!"

Norbert took a transparent plastic bag from his pocket and threw it on Hoffa's face. Hoffa took it and took a look. The bag contained ten rolls of francs rolled into one by a rubber band, which was colorful.

"The transaction was a great success. The money is enough for us to spend until next year."

Hoffa just glanced at the bag of muggle money and threw it aside. "Then you want to explain this?"

He pointed to his cheek.

The steam dissipated, and Norbert said impatiently: "When I came back, I accidentally ran into two Old Dogs from Berlin. They beat me badly, and... "

Hoffa: "And?"

"They are Durant's men."

"Durant, the wolf of the East?"

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Hoffa frowned: "The intermediary from Germany?"

"Yes, that's the fool who stole our weapons. He knows that I have been looking for him, and he wants to make the first move. ."

Norbert wiped his face and spit on the ground.

Hoffa laughed: "He is quite clever."

"He is clever, but too careless. You know, this time he was caught by my tail this year. In March, he bought a bar in the Eastern District to recruit women who had escaped from the Jewish Quarter."

"What are you waiting for, let's go."

Hoffa from the broken Pick up the black and red mechanical glove from the part.

There are bare copper wires and red coating on this metal glove, which looks quite hideous. He took a purple crystal from his pocket and inserted it into the card slot.

He put the glove on his arm, and the package was deformed when the glove clicked, and wrapped his right hand in. Soon, the glove lit up with a faint green rays of light, and the magic on the back of the hand The power scale pointer has turned to 1X.

The magic power watch presented by Diepert’s headmaster was destroyed in the battle of the previous year, but fortunately, at the end of the Second Year, Diepert gave him a book on construction technology. After more than a year of study, he has been able to develop some magic power augmentation props by himself.

Norbert took a pistol from the wall and stuck it around his waist.

Then the two went out together.

......

......

At the end of August in Paris, the air was mixed with high temperature and rain.

It was getting late, there was light rain under the patter, and a large number of mosquitoes were flying under the shabby light tubes on the side of the road. They were close and numerous, almost obscuring the lights.

Some thick and thick pipes are scattered in the rain of gloomy. The huge demand brought by the war has made this planet plant all over the place.

While walking, Norbert chatted with Hoffa about his recent work:

"The leader of the underground anti-war organization in France wrote a letter today, saying that he would pre-order five hundred golden refineries. Spear, I’m wondering if I can hire more people."

Hoffa: "If you trust it, look for it."

"After you come back today, you can contact Frank and ask He sent the raw materials by sea."

"Um."

Hoffa nodded, a little absent-minded.

"...Tell Frank, what I want is pure, impurity-free metal and potion, not inferior goods in dirty old bottles..."

While walking, Norbert and Hoffa talked about something. When he said, Hoffa stayed nodded, lit and lit, and he stood still and looked back.

Several silhouettes in black robe appeared on the rough concrete road. They pulled a young woman in the rain and stuffed the struggling woman into a black Mercedes-Benz sedan.

Norbert also saw this scene, and he immediately stopped Hoffa: "Don’t worry about it, it’s okay with us."

The car door slammed shut and galloped through the rain. go.

Hoffa turned his head slowly: "It's nothing, you can keep talking."

Norbert: "Wait until we get back the weapon that Durant stole. We at least Can recover the cost of five thousand gold Galleon. If Durant dares not to return us, we will kill him, and take a copy, that guy is still quite rich..."

Norbert was muttering, suddenly, Hoffa thought of something and asked: "Does Grindelwald have any weapons with us?"

"No."

Norbert looked around, cautiously He whispered: "Boy, I don't care what messy things you are thinking about. I warn you, now that you are still very young, don't think about getting right with the Empire Wizard Association, that's a behemoth..."

"Outpost."

Hoffa interrupted Norbert.

Norbert looked up and they came to a fully armed outpost. There are a large number of heavily loaded tanks parked here, and the towering and continuous walls are covered with barbed wire. The guard was a team of fully armed German soldiers.

Norbert’s astringent expression. In the middle of the twentieth century, the Third French Republic was destroyed. Before the establishment of the Fourth Republic in 1946, it was a German-occupied area. To enter the city center, you must accept the interrogation of German soldiers.

Just as he was about to pass the outpost, a soldier stopped Norbert and Hoffa. He asked in German, "What did you do at this night?"

"Go to the city Take a look at the family."

Norbert only said with a smile, putting a roll of Mark in the soldier's hand without leaving a trace.

The soldier took the roll of Mark and still looked Norbert up and down, icily said: "Certificate."

Norbert took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over past. The soldier glanced roughly, then handed it back, then his eyes turned to Hoffa, whose head was drooping.

"Where is his?"

The soldier asked.

"He is my son."

Norbert hurriedly said with a smile: "I just came over from Hamburg, the certificate is still being processed."

Low The corners of Hoffa's mouth twitched. He is no longer the little Bai who can't understand anything. After living in this world of danger lurks on every side for so long, German has become his compulsory language.

"Son?"

The soldier looked at the figures of the two men, and said to Hoffa suspiciously: "Put your head up."

Hoffa lifts the head, laughed. The moment he raised his head, the golden rays of light in his eyes went out and turned into ordinary black pupils.

The soldier with the gun stared at Hoffa in the rain for a while, then he waved his hand.

"Come over."

The outpost opened, and the two walked out.

Crack! ! !

But at this moment.

The dark night sky suddenly brightened, and a group of burning flames rushed out from a distance, accompanied by the harsh sound of track friction, tearing through the night.

Hoffa turned his head subconsciously. It turned out to be a Panther medium tank on fire. It was full of orange flames, and the barrel was blown up. It was like a dying wild ramming. beast, it is about to drag everyone who sees it into hell.

The sense of danger fills my heart and spleen.

Hoffa without the slightest hesitation fought hard and threw Norbert down.

bang!!

The burning tank that didn’t know where it came from slammed into the outpost. The ammunition stored in the outpost collided violently with the ammunition loaded by the tank. The explosion hit the air. The oxygen was evacuated in an instant.

Countless burning rubble splashed, Hoffa raised his hand to prop up the shield. The rubble hit the shield and failed to break through, but the huge shock wave still pushed him and Norbert directly out more than ten meters.

Chest tightness and shortness of breath. The intense tinnitus made Hoffa almost deaf for a while, and the night was as bright as daylight.

Then, the night sky, bright as daylight, was once again submerged by darkness in an instant. Some were swallowed invisible, leaving only a mess of cries for help.

Hoffa stumbled and got up, his eyes regained his golden eyes. The wall of the sentry in front of him was half collapsed by the aftermath of the explosion. Several guards slammed Hoffa.

"Go! Go!"

Then he grabbed the pager and screamed: "Outpost B136, here is attacked..."

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