Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Hoffa didn't care at all about the rifle in the captain's hand that was not threatening to him. He turned his head to look at it with cold eyes, wondering who hit him with the nut. In the end, he saw Chloe standing on the moonlit deck, wearing pajamas, holding his knees, gasping for breath.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"What are you wandering around in the middle of the night?" Hoffa asked rhetorically.

"I should ask you that!"

She hurried to Hoffa's side, pointed at Matthew and said in amazement, "Don't tell you that you want to kill him."

"Bastard...despicable guy..."

Matthew finally reacted and touched his ears. The blood made him angry. He drew a dagger from his waist and stabbed it into Hoffa's heart.

The move was seen in an instant, Hoffa stepped sideways, grabbed his wrist, lifted it up, and pulled it, he lost his balance, was dragged to the ground, and then pulled up high.

The captain on the other side pulled the trigger, but was hit by Matthew, who was pulling up, and hit the wall with the gun.

Without waiting for Matthew to resist a little bit, he grabbed Matthew's hair and stepped on his calf belly in a very ruthless manner, cutting off the possibility of his movement.

"Stop!" Chloe stomped: "Stop it!"

Hoffa's expression gradually became indifferent. He looked at Chloe, and a wave of hostility gradually rose.

Chloe: "You are not allowed to kill. This is the bottom line. I hear you!"

"Which eye did you see that I was going to kill?" Hoffa said softly, "Don't treat me Point your hands and draw your feet."

"I saw it, your hand deformed into a blade."

"It looks like you followed me for a long time."

"I Guess you won’t give up! You promised me, Hoffa. Come back with me."

"These people are already thinking of ways to deal with us, do you know? They are going to take medicine poison to death tomorrow You!"

"Then you can't..."

"Can't kill him directly!?"

"Of course not."

Chloe stomped anxiously, "You killed him, what's the difference from him?"

Until now The peace that was deliberately whitewashed was poked into a hole, different professions The differences between values ​​are completely exposed, there is no harmony anymore, and the atmosphere becomes extremely tense.

Hoffa sneered and said with disgust: "Don't tell me any profound truths."

"You...Listen, Hoffa, if you kill everyone, Then I drive the boat to Britain at this price, then I would rather jump into the sea and not follow you."

"Huh?"

At the same time, there was a violent conflict. The sound awakened the small ship, and soon the door of the captain's room was crowded with people.

Mary and the group of refugees and children are among them.

Seeing Hoffa holding Matthew's hair in one hand, and the captain collapsing in the corner, the widow Mary cried out in surprise, covering her mouth.

& We are on different roads at all. He ran on the boat and wanted to change our course, asking us to take us to the dangerous Britain. He didn’t feel good at all!"

The young widow sucks in a breath of cold air, look. Looking at Hoffa, he took a few steps back in horror.

"You...you lie to me!?"

The plan was revealed.

Hoffa let go of his hand expressionlessly, and Matthew fell to the ground with a plop, and he crawled towards Mary with a shiver.

"Mary...Mrs. Dean, madam, hurry up, let this guy get out of here."

Mary looked at Hoffa and stammered: "So... .putting it that way, there is nothing...what German wizard wants Frank?"

Hoffa tilted his head and did not answer.

Chloe glanced between Mary and Hoffa twice, and understood something. She extended the hand, trying to help Mary, but she was chopped and pushed away.

She backed away helplessly, "You...you are a group, you are in a team, you lie to me..."

"Hoffa, you explain clearly to her ."

Chloe anxiously ordered.

At this moment, everyone looked at the gray-haired boy in the middle of the captain's room with devilish eyes. Seems to be expecting his explanation.

"hmph hmph hmph ....."

The young man in the crowd lowered his head and sneered.

The laughter is like the cold wind under Nine Nether blowing over everyone's spine, making people cold all over.

I saw him take a deep breath, lifts the head, stepped forward, and stepped on Matthew's head, making him impossible to move even a little bit.

He bent down, held Matthew’s hair again, and pulled him up. At this moment, the entire iron cargo ship was creaking under the huge spirit strength field, and Matthew looked terrified. The pants were mostly wet in an instant.

"yes and how, not yes and how? You don’t really think, I care what you think? No, that’s wrong. Actually...I don’t care what you do Think, don't care what the process is?"

Chloe staggered back and leaned against the railing.

The gray-haired boy in front of her made her feel extremely strange.

I saw his icy gaze swept over everyone: "With some means, I will give you a little respect, but now. I don’t care what method you use. After three days, I want to see the British three The coastline of the island, otherwise, this boat will not have a living mouth."

After speaking indifferently, he hit Matthew's face with a heavy punch, and this fist directly broke him. Blood was gushing on the bridge of his nose, and Matthew screamed screaming on the ground, clutching his nose.

Chloe screamed: "Stop, Bach!"

"As you wish, Sister Sister."

Hoffa is like throwing a torn sack Throwing Matthew away, slamming Chloe's shoulder, and leaving the captain's room ignoring anyone.

......

......

Dawn is coming again.

The ship turned ninety degrees and headed straight for the coast of Britain. Only this time, there is no more happy laughter and cheerful voices on the boat. Instead, the dignified and murderous atmosphere, the violent bloodshed in the captain's room before, was like an invisible haze that shrouded everyone's hearts.

That is the fangs of the wizard.

At breakfast time, Chloe walked to the widow Mary’s door with a plate on which was placed a few pieces of bread and a glass of water, neat and tidy.

Standing at the door, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A hoarse and uneasy voice came from inside the door: "Who?"

"It's me, how are you?"

Chloe is separated The door asked.

"Go away!"

The widow inside the door said irritably.

Chloe sighed, "I put the food at the door."

"Wait a minute."

"I am here."

"You...you come in." The widow changed her mind again.

So Chloe pushed open the door and saw Mary shrinking in the corner of the room, hugging her knees, not daring to move.

Chloe walked to her, patted her shoulder, and said softly: "Let’s eat something."

"Will he kill me?" The widow was scared. Question: "If we fail to get the boat to Britain in two days."

"I won't let him do this. I promise you." Chloe whispered.

"What's the use," Mary sobbed hysterically: "He simply won't listen to you, you can't control him!"

Chloe looked at the frightened widow, There is no good way but to keep patting her back.

After sobbing for a while, the widow touched her tears, took a deep breath and patted her chest, "calm...calm..."

She calmed down by talking to herself After thinking for a while, he asked: "What does he like?"

Chloe was taken aback.

"What did you say?"

"I ask you, what does he like?"

"I don't know what he likes?"

"Isn't he your friend?"

"We only knew each other for less than a week."

Mary almost fainted. She gritted her teeth and helped the wall to get up. Sitting in front of the dressing table, tremblingly looked through the makeup box.

"What are you doing?"

Chloe asked.

Mary gnashing teeth: "What else can I do?" She started putting makeup on her face while saying. "I'll go to him at night, maybe it will be useful."

It took Chloe for a long time to realize what the widow was going to do. Mary painted her face with refined white and painted it. Cherry shaped lipstick. After painting, she even took off her dignified black robe and put on a rather revealing red shirt and short hot pants. At first glance, she was almost as erotic as she was wearing no pants.

Chloe didn't know how to stop it, and only sighed in a low voice: "This is useless, trust me."

"Is he gay?" Mary was frightened. .

"No...Listen, I don't know, I don't know him, but you don't have to belittle yourself like this."

"It's easy to say if you are not that kind of person. "The widow relaxed, muttering to herself, "Men are the same. Frank beat Matthew before his death, but he never beat me."

She fluffed her hair, took a deep breath, and stood. He got up, took a small folding fan, half-concealed his face. At this moment, she is more confident than ever.

Finally checked in the mirror: "I'm going."

After speaking, the widow took the door and left the room.

In the empty room, only Chloe was left sitting on the bed in a daze. She had no idea that things would happen until this step. She couldn't stop Mary's choice, and she didn't know how to stop it. She was willing to choose which way to gain a sense of security, that was her freedom.

However, it took less than 3 minutes.

The door of the room opened again.

Mary with refined makeup was standing at the door like a failed dog. She closed the door and threw the small fan on the dressing table in despair. She covered her face and said, "I'm done..... Why am I so unlucky?"

"What happened?"

Chloe asked quickly.

"I went to knock on his door, but he ignored it, and the door did not open."

"Okay..."

Chloe didn't know what to say, she was in a mixed mood.

After being ignored, the widow in fear began to cry helplessly, this time she was really desperate. Tears quickly rushed her carefully prepared makeup into a mess.

While crying, she turned around in the room: "It's dead... It's dead... There are wars everywhere, and people are dead everywhere. Even if your husband is dead, you still have to I met a bad wizard, why am I so unlucky...? Why am I so unlucky!?"

"Actually...you can actually go to Britain with me."

The nun suggested: "My grandfather has a manor in Britain. As long as you go to Britain with me, I will transform that manor into a monastery. We can live in it together."

"No.. ...No, you must be with that Bach." The little widow started to smash things in the room hysterically. She pointed to the nun’s nose, indiscriminately: "You guys come together to lie to me, you want to lie to me. Britain...then, and then sold me, and then my back half spent miserably in the brothel and became the plaything of countless ugly men! I...even if I die, don’t accept that ending!!!"

"Hey, what are you thinking about!?" Chloe sighed, rubbing his forehead and said helpless, "Listen, if I am that kind of person, or that guy is such a person , You won't be back so soon."

Her words silenced Mary.

Finally, she was coldly snorted: "It must be because he is not normal. If I go to Matthew like this, he will probably go crazy. After Frank's death, those idiots are thinking about fucking me all the time. Go to the bed, huh...Don’t take a piss to take pictures of yourself!"

"You have said so, just give it a try. Maybe there will be changes, so all the time Don’t worry about a life of fear, and give up dignity..."

"Britain is too dangerous," the widow interrupted Chloe without the slightest hesitation: "Everyone knows. There is war there. The most fierce fight, and the most dead."

"It’s okay, I have a great-grandfather, Zeng Zengzeng who treats me very well. He has been alive for hundreds of years. What kind of terrifying scene I've seen it all. If you just want to save your life, he said that no one can be the first."

The emotional Mary gradually stopped her tears: "Really? Your grandfather is also a wizard?"

"Speaking of which, I am actually a wizard too." The nun said softly.

"Show me the proof." The widow demanded immediately.

Chloe smiled bitterly: "My ability cannot be proved, but I swear by my faith, I will never lie to you."

Looking at Chloe’s light purple eyes , The widow finally calmed down completely, she said slowly: "You are different from him, and different from everyone I have ever met."

The widow's face turned from cloudy to sunny, and the widow thought for a moment.

She was curious: "Is your grandfather very difficult to deal with? Are the others in your family also a wizard?"

Chloe sighed, reluctantly said: "He is The director of the Ministry of Magic Department of Mysteries, probably the equivalent to muggle's minister of defense. If that makes you happy..."

"very good!"Widow She clapped her hands and laughed. If it weren't for the tears on her face, who would have thought that she was still crying: "I will go to Britain with you."

"Yes, that's very good."

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Chloe was a little reluctantly laughed, she always thought something was weird. Things are a little different from what I imagined.

Just a few seconds after being happy, the widow said anxiously:

"But...but I don’t understand anything, will it cause you trouble if I go? , I.... I will not say a few words in English."

"It's okay," Chloe comforted her softly, "I can teach you."

"Really Of?"

"Really, I promise."