Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

It took a long time for Hoffa to adapt to his peculiar short vacation, which lasted a year, perhaps four or five years. He is either doing people or being fucked. Either it is on the way of doing and being fucked.

The past few days, he eats as he wants, and sleeps as long as he wants to sleep, as long as he is not afraid of nightmares. He can even stay in bed all day without getting up.

But he still doesn’t want to have nightmares, so he almost always uses meditation instead of sleep. Since he died once before and was saved by the night god, he can barely see the sun, so he usually Meditate during the day, go shopping at night, and buy some food at the 24-hour convenience store.

Fortunately, London is an international city with rich nightlife, but don’t be wrong. In the area around Downing Street, there are many muggle high-ranking officials. The red light district must not exist, dirty, messy, rundown. It doesn't exist either.

Because it was wartime, it was normal for those high-ranking officials to work overtime until late at night. A high-ranking official worked overtime, which meant that his subordinates had to work overtime, so the night here was unexpectedly lively.

He can often see cars coming in and out, back and forth behind the closed iron fence on Downing Street. He even saw the fat-bellied fatty wearing a black top hat and a cane in his hand, getting out of a black Daimler DB18 and entering and exiting Downing Street.

When I first saw him, he was so novel. He was a figure equal to Stalin, Roosevelt, and Hitler. In the past, he could only look at pictures in history books.

But after a few days, he got used to it. Because of his excellent ears, sometimes in the middle of the night, he could even hear Churchill at No.10 Downing Street in the distance shouting something to the phone with his exhausted voice. After the call, the secretary crackled the printer again. . Sometimes he could hear the flush of the toilet and the sound of his foul-mouthed smoking.

There are many hidden but very high-standard dinning halls and bars on a street going forward along Big Ben. They are open 24 hours a day. Even if no one goes in, orange is lit inside. -yellow Elegant and soft lighting.

Just after trying it once, Hoffa was bluffed by the price on the menu. He felt that he could only be here if he killed himself and then took his head to ** in exchange for money. Daily consumption.

Of course, there are also many clothing stores here, all of which are very high-end custom handmade suit shops. I don’t know if I’m used to it or I’m under age. Hoffa always doesn’t like the kind of very formal suits. This kind of clothes may be replaced by Tom Riddle, which will fit perfectly.

His favorite is the simplest work clothes or casual suits. Maybe he is born socialist. Those well-marked suits always make him feel a little breathless.

On the second night of staying at Miranda's house, he asked Miranda to ride a motorcycle to the Portobello Road Market in London, where he changed into clean and tidy clothes. Miranda worked hard to help him choose, but because of his earrings and hair color, no matter how they match them, they look very mixed. In Miranda's words, he is simply a wandering artist and cannot go to formal occasions.

When Miranda was staying with him, once solemnly vowed to make him breakfast every day, but the fact is that she is not a diligent female child, she usually sleeps until late in the morning Will get up, and when she gets up, she will find that Hoffa's door is locked and cannot be knocked at all.

In fact, she rarely sees Hoffa himself, because the work and rest of the two are completely opposite. During the day, she will perform the patrol and protection tasks arranged by Hogwarts. She will only come back at dinner, talking about things encountered during the day, or going out shopping together, shopping, eating, eating, supper, etc. .

Hoffa didn't tell Miranda what happened to him. He felt that most people couldn't accept what happened to him. Fortunately, Miranda never asked him why he always sleeps during the day. Maybe she just wished that Hoffa was running outside all the time, so she was exhausted.

The short and pleasant holiday is as fast as riding a rocket. Before Hoffa can taste the taste, Christmas is here in no time. This made him even suspect that Mans was not dead yet, secretly manipulating time to flow forward at a hundred times faster.

On Christmas Eve, Hoffa did not meditate much during the day. Before the first snowflake on the edge of the window fell, he came downstairs early because he heard the voice of another man in the living room.

When he came to the dinning hall with squinting eyes and facing the sun, the old professor Adbe Gorschak, who had been away for three years, was already sitting at the dinning table and reading the newspaper.

He is tall, wearing a gray robe at home, holding a newspaper in his hand, and his short gray hair looks a little bald in the sun.

Adbe Gosak, the former Hogwarts Deputy Headmistress, Ravenclaw head, is also the grandfather of Miranda Gosak, the only living relative. He is the Charms teacher of his First Year, and he has given Grindelwald's spell, the broken grip to himself. However, during the Second Year, he temporarily handed the post of head to Dumbledore's agent due to the war, and he went to the Soviet Union to perform an unknown mission. This was the first time Hoffa saw him after three years.

"Professor Gorshak."

Hoffa quickened his pace and came to the dinning table.

"Bach, get up so early today?"

Adebe was a little surprised at the uselessness of his arrival. He was not like having seen him in three years at all, but like three I haven’t seen it, "I heard Miranda say that you are going to sleep every day until the afternoon."

"Nothing like that..."

Hoffa covered her hand On the head, he said with a smile.

Compared to the calmness of the old professor, he seemed much cramped. After all, he is a guest, and he is the actual owner of this house. I stayed at his house for so many days, and I couldn't say hello to him. It was really sorry.

"Are you still used to living?" Professor Gorsak asked.

"Very good." Hoffa said, "Miranda is very good, and Petty is also very good."

"That's good," Professor Gorschak nodded expressionlessly. , He picked up the wand beside him and waved it slightly. The chair under the table automatically ran under his butt.

"Sit down."

Adebe put down the newspaper and said briefly.

Hoffa is sitting in front of the dinning table. The Christmas sun shines on his face through the snowflakes of the glass, making him feel a burning pain involuntarily.

At this time, Miranda also woke up, she stepped on her slippers and walked upstairs, still wearing the obsidian earrings and painting her newly learned dark lips.

When she saw Professor Gorschak, she didn't say hello, and sat down at the corner of the dinning table morning sun, saying good morning to Hoffa. Seeing her look like this, Adbe Gorshak frowned.

Hoffa is very grateful to Miranda for inadvertently blocking the sun, but at the same time feels that the atmosphere of the dinning hall is a bit tight. The two characters are not compatible. He has known for a long time. Without seeing Professor Gorsak, Charms spent a whole year, Hoffa believes that the departure of Professor Gorsak in Second Year was largely because of his granddaughter's inability to let her go.

Hoffa knew that the Gorschak family was actually a German family, and moved to Britain after World War I. The old professor retained more or less the rigidity and seriousness of some German men. Sometimes he also thinks that the German nation is very strange. On the one hand, they will give birth to some rigid, very measured, and very rigorous people, just like Professor Gorsak.

But at the same time, the opposite will also produce very rebellious bands and singers. They resist all day long, but the core of the resistance is difficult for Hoffa, an outsider, to understand, perhaps for a more elegant tradition. For the British people, it is also difficult to understand. But he thinks Miranda has a tendency to develop in that direction.

At this time, house elf Petty came out of the kitchen, holding a large tray, and diligently placing food on the dinning table. The breakfast was much richer than usual. There are bread, bacon, orange juice, milk, oatmeal.

"Running outside, I had a lot of hardship."

Adebe took the initiative to get up and put bacon on Hoffa's plate: "I see your face is a little pale. "

"No, it's okay...no, I'll do it myself."

Hoffa was flattered, and quickly got up to take the plate and took two slices by herself.

"en."

Adebe sat back and looked at Hoffa up and down: "I have heard about you. You have grown a lot in the past two years. I I am very pleased."

Hoffa chewed on the bacon and turned his eyes to the Adbey newspaper, which was the one Miranda showed him, the newspaper about Bournemouth. There is no doubt that he also thinks that he did it himself, and judging from the appreciation in his eyes, he thinks it is a kind of improvement.

"It's okay."

Hoffa said politely. He took the milk from the elf and asked kindly: "By the way, how did you go to the Ministry of Magic? "

"This is also the arrangement above. I was ordered to act like I went to the Soviet Union at that time." Adebe said indifferently, "But when the Ministry of Magic is over, I still have to go back to Hogwarts. Yes."

The old professor said, lowered his head and drank the fruit oatmeal on his plate without making any noise. That poker face is the same as when he first entered school, and it can make everyone see him in awe.

So he stopped talking and drank his cereal with his head down.

Suddenly, there was a cold on the back of the feet.

Hoffa couldn't help but glanced at Miranda and found that she was putting jam on the bread seriously. Although his face was expressionless, his feet were not honestly stepping on his feet, using his toes to make circles on the back of his insteps, scratching it.

He stepped on Miranda angrily, not letting her move.

She kicked both feet over. Hoffa couldn't help but put her knees on the table, her feet hanging in the air, and she curled up to drink porridge. When she can't kick herself.

Adbe Gosak glanced at the two of them, and shook his head insignificantly. After the breakfast was over in silence, Gorshak wiped his thin lips, and rushed away and said, "Petty."

The neat and tidy house elf dressed up wears gloves from the kitchen Then he poked his head out: "What's wrong, Master?"

"Prepare more vegetarian food. I have some political friends coming tonight." Gorsak said.

The elf was surprised: "But, the lady said, there are only three people."

Miranda also lifts the head, surprised: "Yes, it’s just us. Three."

"Things have changed," Professor Gorsak's eyes softened. He looked at Hoffa: "You don't mind."

"Don't mind." Hoffa said immediately, with a smile on his face, "If it is not convenient, I can leave early."

"No."

Adbe Gosak said firmly, "You Must stay."

Hoffa's expression froze a little, then nodded.

"That.....okay."

Professor Gorschak was satisfied and nodded, "Miranda, take him to Anderson and Shepard, get the clothes back, Also, pack your third world bastard outfit and don't embarrass me at night." He stared at Miranda's ears and mouth displeased.

Crack! !

With the sour voice, the silver spoon in Miranda's hand was twisted. She lifts the head and pushed her glasses.

"Look at others, and then look at you."

Professor Gorsak completely ignored his granddaughter’s upset, he sighed and stood up, "You are so old, too. Think about his future." After speaking, he walked upstairs.

Hoffa slowly lifted the head on the dinning table until the door of Study was closed with a thump. Some were not sure who the last words of Professor Gorsak said to him. Is it to myself, Miranda, or to two people at the same time, after all, I also have earrings on my ears.

"Damn old bastard."

Miranda wiped her mouth, the twisted spoon returned to its original shape in her hand, and she threw the spoon into the bowl: "It is said that only I’m looking for a bunch of outsiders. I have to come to someone else’s house on Christmas Eve. I don’t know who is sick."

"I’m sick." Hoffa said sullenly.

"Oh, I didn't mean you." Miranda quickly took his hand.

"I think Professor Gorschak is doing good for you, too." Hoffa said with a hand.

"Yes, it’s good for me. It’s a great reason."

Miranda leaned back in a chair sullenly: "Would you like to go to Saville Street to buy clothes with me? ??"

"I don't want to go out..."

Hoffa thought that this is probably a one-time thing, and I will leave tomorrow, and the expense is almost meaningless , And he really didn't want to go out during the day at all.

"Then I'll just find a store and buy a suit to fool around," Miranda said: "Anyway, the Ministry of Magic people don't know anything about muggle's clothes."

"That's good."

Hoffa cheered up a little.

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Twelve hours later, he stood in front of the mirror in his room, in house elf When I tied the elegant gray bow tie around my neck with help, I felt that I had fallen silently into a certain trap. This suit was not bought casually at all, but designed completely for myself. The rules of Savile Street, he knew, if it weren't for pre-booking, it would be impossible to send a set of completely close-fitting clothes so quickly.

"It really suits you, Mr. Bach."

House elf Petty stood by the mirror in his room, holding a stack of dark gray suits, and he was full of praise. And when I first saw him, I looked like two elves, I saw it turning around Hoffa, admiring tsk tsk in his mouth, and small stars in his big eyes: "If you want me to say, you should really wear everyday all It's so decent."

"Thank you, Petty."

Hoffa, in a white shirt, said, "I wear the clothes and pants by myself. Can I go out?"

"Of course, but Mr. Bach's shy look is very cute." House elf said in a sharp and thin voice. He put the clothes pad on Hoffa's hand and stepped on the pink slippers pa ta pa ta's go out the door.

Moving away the house elf, Hoffa didn't wear any clothes. He slowly moved back and sat on the bed with his fingers deep in his hair. He thought of the past again, and thought that the girl’s housekeeper was also in Britain one day, and asked himself to take off his plain clothes and put on an elegant suit.

Although the time is different, the two images can't stop intersecting together. Thinking about it, a strong self-blame rise in the mind, his fingers are drawn from the scalp to the cheek, he is so I grasped myself so hard that my nails were sinking into the flesh of my cheeks, almost tearing off my entire face.

Time and time again! !

He looked at his bloody face in the glass mirror and let out some kind of silent roar, his expression looked like an evil dragon.

"That kind of thing won't happen again." There was a voice in his mind.

"How do you know!?" The bloody face in the mirror turned his head abruptly, staring at the glass ball he put on the bedside table.

"You are not a person who will fall twice in the same place." The monster in the glass ball said: "According to my observation, you have some kind of strong self-reflection mechanism, although there is It will be overkill at the time, but this is a rare advantage."

"You made me have nightmares countless times."

Hoffa, with ten paw prints on his face, stood on the glass ball. In front of me, "Let me say, I have fallen on you several times."

"Those are your own disturbing projections, I just show you your heart." In the glass ball The little monster calmly communicated with him with thoughts, "Let's watch, one day you will be grateful for nightmares, and take the initiative to find them."

"Ghosts." Hoffa said bitterly. Under the moonlight, his drenched with blood face quickly healed, obediently and honestly put on a suit and trousers in front of the mirror.

The nightmare god looked at him in the glass ball, quietly watching him take off his pants, put on clothes, tie his tie, comb his hair, put on airs dressed up.

"Tell me, do you also know what will happen in the future?" After putting on the suit, Hoffa asked while combing her hair.

"I don’t know, I’m not a madman who needs to see through the future, and I’ve already lost the ability to interfere with reality. It’s just a long and ruthless time, and there’s nothing new under the sun. I rely on nothing more than It's experience." The nightmare god said in his head in a calm and composed voice.

"According to your experience, what do you want to do if Adbe Gosak stayed with me?"

"You underestimated your sense of existence, Bach .You are a rare battle strength in the wizard world, and even his most proud disciple. Although he doesn’t say it on the surface, I think if I can keep you by my side, I’m afraid to let the little turning around outside the door. If girl marries you, he will also agree without the slightest hesitation."

Kacha!

Hoffa almost didn’t press the comb into her skull. Miranda married him. For some reason, his first reaction when he heard this statement was nausea. He can be sure that he has a lot of things about her. Love, but there is no love between men and women, besides, there is still a dark male personality in that guy, and there are some things, just thinking about it almost makes his scalp numb.

"How are you?"

Miranda asked outside. The voice is a bit nervous.

Damn...

He took out the wooden comb stuck in his scalp: "Okay."