Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

In the open space in the middle of the pier, dozens of private armed mobs are holding guns and aiming at the gray-haired youngster's head in the middle. The sound of gun safety bolts is one after another in the air, with swords drawn and bows bent.

Hoffa protects Chloe with a bad look.

"Wait a minute...Wait a minute...Don't, don't get excited..."

The nervous and uneasy voice was from far to near.

Hearing the sound, Hoffa turned her head to see that the person was a young woman in her twenties.

She is wearing a black embroidered coat, a black top hat, her black hair is combed to the back, and a white ribbon is tied into a ponytail. Her skin is sickly pale and tired, but still smooth And full, it looks like a beautiful but decadent porcelain doll.

"Frank is a woman?" Chloe asked in shock.

"No, can you shut up first."

He looked towards the twenty-year-old woman in front of him and bowed slightly: "long time no see, Mrs. Dean."

"cough cough...Matthew, this is Mr. Bach, Mr. Frank's friend." The black hair woman said to the overseer, "Let them, put... put away... weapons , Matthew."

Friend...

The overseer named Matthew touched the blood exploded on his face and waved his hand bitterly. The armed thugs put away their weapons one after another.

"Thank you..."

The restless black hair woman relaxed:

"long time no see, Mr. Bach, this is... .?"

She pointed to the nun.

"Chloe, my friend."

Hoffa said, "Let’s find Frank."

"Look for Frank."

The woman's expression became a little dazed, Hoffa extend the hand shook in front of her, and she woke up suddenly, with a hollow smile on her pale face, as tired as if she hadn't slept for three or four days.

"Okay, then... then you come with me."

When the woman turned around, Hoffa whispered to Chloe:

"Frank has a wife named Mary who helps him with all kinds of chores."

"She did those slaves?"

Chloe is still there Tangled.

"No."

Hoffa warned softly: "Listen, Frank is not a muggle, he is a wizard in a gray area, vicious and merciless. Drive these refugees to treat him In other words, there is no psychological burden at all, just like other pure-blooded wizards use house elf."

He explained to her patiently, but obviously these words are the head of Chloe who has been cultivating. For the nun, there is no effect.

"This...this is the twentieth century, why are there still people enslaving others?"

She said with a trembling voice.

Hoffa only thinks that her idea is simple and funny. These days he and the nuns are OK, but this guy always has a stinking problem. She always looks very true to many details of unfathomable mystery. .

When she was on the road a few days ago, she insisted on sending them to a safe place because she met a few stray dogs on the road, which delayed the whole day. Later, she was whimsical and wanted to dig a hole for all the corpses that could be seen on the road.

Hoffa almost went crazy. This was 1942. There were as many corpses on the roadside as plastic bags in the 21st century. They were buried one by one until the British war was over.

"What is the relationship between slave and age, it will exist if needed, and existence is reasonable."

She stopped talking, and after a while, she sneered coldly: "Your friend Are they all this kind of people? I think the people at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry should be friends with more talented people."

"This is not a monastery. Frank is not even a kind priest. Annoyed him, we can't borrow the boat, we..."

"It's all right, I know, don't be long-winded."

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The nun turned her head away with an irritable look.

Hoffa secretly sighed, thinking that he must not let this guy see Frank's smugglers, otherwise he would have to fight as soon as they met.

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Frank’s house is located behind a warehouse next to the port. It is a domed stone brick house. , The gray fabric of the outer wall is tightly stretched on the thin steel cables. There is a door at each end of the porch, the ceiling is made of plywood, and fluorescent light rings are installed in the middle, most of which are broken. The humid air is full of the smell of burning embers and concrete.

The black clothed woman politely opened the door for the two of them.

Hoffa said to Chloe: "Don't go in, wait for me here."

Chloe was not angry, snorted, standing there and holding his arms.

Hoffa alone and Mary walked into Frank's room.

Hundreds of candles were burning in the dimly lit room, and white wax oil was stacked everywhere like stratiform rocks. A huge stone platform was placed in front of him, and a black marble coffin was placed on the stone platform.

Hoffa didn't expect that the first time she saw this picture after entering the door. He turned his head involuntarily and looked at the black clothed woman beside him in confusion.

"I didn't see Frank."

"No,"

Mary's mouth, "There."

Shun With her eyes, Hoffa looked towards the sarcophagus, stared for a long time and then turned his head mechanically: "What are you talking about, Frank?"

"It's there."

paused, her pale tired face squeezed a sad expression: "It's really unfortunate that you came, he just died yesterday."

There was absolute silence in the room.

Hoffa: "sorry...what did you say?"

"Go and see by yourself."

Mary turned her head away sadly.

He stepped forward quickly and stopped beside the marble coffin.

The words "Frank. Dean" are affixed to the coffin. In the dark green square glass cover, an ancient copper lamp emits rays of light, covering Frank's wrinkled old face.

Frank Dean is forty-five years old. He lies in a circle of not much fresh plants. He looks like an 80-year-old man withered and covered with fish-scale tattoos.

Frank is dead?

Before he came here, he thought about a hundred kinds of probability. He thought about what to do if Frank was unwilling to lend him a boat. He thought about what lion's big mouth would do if he was too snobbish. He even thought about it. Well, what would happen to this guy if he took refuge in Germany.

But he didn't expect that he wrote to him last month, and he died this month.

This makes Hoffa want to laugh for some reason.

Since the first time I saw this guy, he has spent endless smuggling and various transactions. He is cunning and cautious by nature, and he is a well-known player in the Grey Wizard.

Don’t die early...Don’t die late...

What should I do now? Without a ship, the plan to go to Britain is simply a fantasy story.

Moving his gaze to Frank's wife Mary with a sad face, since he is dead, it is reasonable to talk to his wife about taking the boat. But when it came to his lips, Hoffa was a little bit hard to tell. It was too true that someone else's husband came to ask for a boat as soon as he died.

"How did you die?"

He asked in a heavy tone.

"I don’t know, what terrifying guy I met when I went out to sea, when I came back, when I was transported back by my subordinates, it was already like this."

, The woman covered her mouth with a handkerchief in unbearable grief.

refers to the middle part of the man's body.

Hoffa's eyes stopped in the middle. He vaguely saw that under the cover-up clothes, Frank's body was actually two pieces, and he was cut in half cleanly.

It stopped his heart for a beat.

Such a sharp sword wound can be done to this degree... Could it be that the guy is around here?

"Sorrow and change, madam." He patted the widow's shoulder, and said softly, politely.

"It's okay, may I ask, Mr. Bach, what's the matter?" the woman asked with tears.

"Oh, it's like this. I came here because I wanted to..."

I haven't waited for him to explain his intentions clearly.

Boom! !

A loud gunshot outside the house interrupted his plan to borrow a boat.

Screaming and angrily followed: "...put down the gun, you incompetent Barbarian!!!"

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Hearing the sound, the two complexion changed. Hoffa immediately left the young widow and hurried out of the darkroom.

A scene of chaos is happening right now outside the house. Several unopened packages of biscuits and bread are scattered on the concrete floor of the dock. A group of skinny children are lying on the ground like a group of monkeys, like dogs fighting for food. The group rushed to stuff food into their mouths, and some stuffed them too eagerly, causing the dirt to be eaten into their mouths.

Besides, several fully armed men held up their guns, trying to pull away the children who were fighting for food. Among them, the armed mob who looked like a baboon without the slightest hesitation picked up the collar of a refugee child, dragged him up, and smashed him heavily on the ground.

Chloe tried to push the armed mobs away with his hands, but the effect was counterproductive. The baboon-like man didn't mean to stop at all. He pushed back and pushed the nun to the ground heavily.

Boom!

After that, he fired another shot into the sky, trying to scare the nun away. But the nun stood up without the slightest hesitation, and rushed to stand in front of him again, "What are you doing!?"

The baboon-like man spit fiercely on the ground:" It’s me who should ask! What are you doing on my site?"

"I will give them some food! Are you in charge?"

"Here, I said No one can eat, no one is allowed to eat!"

"Who do you think you are, Caesar?"

"You...!"

"Enough!!"

Hoffa looked at the group of children fighting for food on the ground like wild dogs, using his buttocks to figure out what happened.

This maternally overwhelming nun never listened to her words at all. As soon as she left, she stabbed out a basket of neither too big nor too small.

He rushed forward, pushed the overseer away with one hand, and protected Chloe with the other.

"Take care of your girl!"

The armed mob pressed Hoffa's forehead angrily and hit it.

Hoffa felt angry, and at this moment he was not pleasing to Chloe, and even more not pleasing to the baboon in front of him. But he still had to borrow a boat, so he couldn't tear his face with the smuggler's men for the time being, so he could only stare back fiercely.

At this time, the young widow also came out. She saw the chaos at the scene, creded out in surprise, covered her mouth, and immediately retracted into the house.

When the nun saw her, she turned her head to meet her.

"Why don't you care about your subordinates?" she asked in the same way, and the armed mob on the side was furious.

"Uh...this, I...I...that's not..."

Twenty years old When asked aggressively by a young girl three or four years younger than herself, she stuttered and couldn't say a word.

"Are you indifferent to seeing those little children starving to death?" The nun took out her best moral condemnation.

"I...I...I...no..."

The young widow’s face was gloomy and ashamed, and she felt ashamed because of her negligence. With a very regretful look, she shed tears and looked towards her men as if she asked for help.

The baboon male Matthew straightened his chest, stride proudly ahead of the widow Mary, and scolded Chloe: "mental disorder, we don't care whether they live or die, do you have a fart relationship with you?" "

He said to the nun frigid irony and scorching satire: "It is not we who caused them to fall here, and we did not force them to live here."

The widow listened to her. , Relaxed, showing a relieved expression. After a little calm, she smiled bitterly again:

"Matthew, that's not right."

"Mary."

"You...you Go ahead. Leave it to me here."

Matthew coldly snorted, warning Chloe and Hoffa with a thumb, and then led his men in small groups to leave.

After leaving, Mary pulled up Chloe’s wrist very sorry, and said anxiously: "Yes...I was negligent, I will pay attention, sir."

"You guys should help them anyway, you don't look like you lack food."

"Yes, I was negligent."

"The guy named Frank Well, he is you who?"

"He...he is my husband..."

The widow stammered.

(She was talking to Chloe, but she looked at Hoffa from the outside.)

What else the nun wants to say, Hoffa drags her without saying a word, and can’t resist Dragged her to the corner. She was forcibly taken away from Frank's morgue.

The group of armed mobs who left earlier were gathering around the corner to smoke. When Hoffa and Chloe passed by, the baboon-like mob hit Chloe with his shoulder harboring malicious intentions. Then, deliberately yelled loudly: "Jesus is here, how did this kind of people live such a big life!?"

The group of armed thugs had a big laughter when Chloe looked back angrily.

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When he came to the corner of the dock, Chloe threw off Hoffa’s arm, his chest rising and falling indefinite.

"What's the matter with you?" Hoffa, like father educating his daughter, earnest and well-meant advised: "Didn't I tell you not to make trouble?"

Chloe Speaking and staring at him, it seems that he and Frank are jackals of the same tribe.

"What is the look in your eyes?"

She turned her head, not even answering.

"If you are like this, we will part ways here." Hoffa threatened duplicity.

"I didn't ask you to send it!"

"Oh...!" Hoffa's eyebrows were erected, "You are really capable."

"Can't you stand on my side and speak for me?"

"I will speak for you. Who will be responsible if I can't borrow the boat?"

"I thought your relationship with that Frank would be a bit stronger."

Hoffa thought that Frank was dead. No matter how strong the relationship is, there is something to be done.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

He quickly turned around.

It is not the group of thugs, but a few yellow-faced and skinny children. They hide in the shadow of the building sneakily, with hungry rays of light flashing in their eyes.

"War Orphans..."

Hoffa sighed, these children displaced by the war, no one cares about their life or death. Frank left them, I'm afraid he is also adding chips to the adults who enslaved him.

He reached into his pocket. This action caused those peeping children to get upset and restless, some backed back in fear, and some hugged their heads.

But what Hoffa took out was not a weapon, but a chocolate bar. He stretched out his hand and motioned for them to come and take it.

When they saw the food, the children rushed up, grabbing the chocolate wrapper, and stuffing it into their mouths before they had time to remove it. After devouring them, they stared at the gray-haired boy eagerly, wanting more.

Hoffa touched the withered head of one of them, and said softly, "No, come back tomorrow."

Get a positive answer, and several children whispered. Thank you, and left the two of them in one step and three backs.

When he looked back, Chloe's eyes were a lot more kind, and he was no longer disgusted as before.

Hoffa: "Why did you say you offended them."

"I don't want to ride these people's boats at all." Chloe: "These guys are simply not good people, they even Children are not let go."

Hoffa shook the head: "When the war is over, you will have a chance to save them, but now, none of us can care about it."

"But ......"

"Nothing but, we are not here to do charity, the German wizard is still looking for us everywhere, we must leave this land as soon as possible. Can you understand?"

Chloe pursed his lips, not seeming to understand.