Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The mist shrouded Hoffa heavily, making it difficult for him to see the truth, just like Sylby's mind, like the Mariana Trench, which is unsearchable.

"I want to go up."

Hoffa whispered: "Go up and make some conversation."

"What are you going to do?"

asked the elf from Chloe.

"You hide first."

Hoffa closes her eyes and visualizes in her head.

Chloe got into Hoffa's collar and stopped talking.

Hoffa changed, the clothes on his body became the same as the clothes of the wizards, and the killer whale at his feet became a wooden boat filled with heavy goods, drinks, food, and grilled. Chicken roast goose and the like, braving the steaming heat.

After that, he rowed the boat and came to the front of the black battleship.

The sound of water quickly attracted the wizards on the deck. They saw Hoffa rowing and immediately became vigilant. Some of them raised the wand, some took out the burning potion bottle and held it in their hands. A horn was blown on the mast.

Wu wu’s voice, someone yelled: "Hey, who you are?"

"I am a quartermaster from the rear! Here comes the supply!"

Hoffa, who had prepared for a long time, said in a loud voice: "Victory is imminent, but the weather is so cold. Master Spencer arranged for me to send you some food to reward you. More passion for fighting."

The voice spread far away in the cold night sky, the atmosphere of killing was disintegrated by him in a few words, and the wizard on the deck dropped the wand and potion bottles. The wizard on the watchtower climbed down, and before long, all the wizards in the cabin rushed to the deck.

A large net bag was thrown off the deck. Hoffa bent over and carried the roast chicken and goose that he had visualized onto the net bag, and then sat on the net bag, letting the sailor on the deck take himself Pulled up.

He was pulled onto the deck, and immediately countless hands stretched out and said enthusiastically: "My friend is lucky!"

"Run over braving the heavy snow."

"How is it in the camp now?"

The group of wizards everyone talking at once asked, Hoffa also answered one by one with a smile, answering and taking out from his arms. Gin was distributed one by one, as if his pocket was a bottomless pit.

Soon, he fought fiercely with the wizard on the deck.

But after a while, there was an impatient murmur from behind the crowd: "What are you doing around here, I haven't seen a supply supplier?"

It was in the captain's room just now. The two fat and thin wizards who are drinking, their brows and eyes are full of baleful aura, they have several points of bloodthirsty twins.

When the wizards on the deck saw the two of them coming, they scattered to the two sides one after another, without saying more.

The fatty wizard walked up to Hoffa, stretched his head to look at the supplies he brought, and muttered: "It's really rich."

The thin wizard circled Hoffa. , The negative test asked: "This friend looks very face-to-face, which team is it, and who will be in charge?"

Hoffa's heart beats, and he whispers that it’s not good. This thin guy is not good. To deal with it, he was a bit more thief than the priests of the previous church, and he actually asked about the incision.

The problem stuck him. Hoffa knew nothing about the regulations of Silby's army at the moment, nor did he know the composition of the people around him.

Under the gaze of the thin wizard, he was silent.

The longer the silence, the worse the look in the skinny wizard's eyes. He stretched his hand to his waist.

Hoffa's heart thumps.

He didn't dare to drag on any longer, so he decided to take a gamble.

So he said: "I belong to the Hawks and I am under the care of Ravenclaw."

"Huh."

The skinny wizard slightly relaxed and moved his hands away from his waist. .

“It turned out to be Ronai’s people, but I’m lucky. I’m the commander of the Gemini, Tyra.”

Hoffa relaxed, I made a bet, this Silby of the 19's should have started cooperating with the four founders, but I don't know if Hogwarts has been founded now.

"Does Master Spencer have anything else to order?" Tyra asked again.

"Yes," Hoffa said affirmatively: "Please take a step to speak."

wizard Tyra immediately became serious, pulled the fatty wizard away from the pile of food, and then ordered Everyone, "You guys, take a break in shifts. The watchers have something to eat first. Those in charge of torture, you go to the watch shift!" The crowd moved in an orderly manner. Hoffa couldn't help but behave like a cabinet minister. Looking a little bit tall, the thin man is indeed more flexible than the fatty wizard.

After arranging the ship’s affairs, the fat and thin wizards took Hoffa to the captain’s room. In just such a short time, Hoffa found that the captain's room was clean and simple. The treasures he had just seen were missing, apparently hidden by these two people using magic.

Now Hoffa is even more suspicious that this is not a dream.

It seems too real.

"Master Spencer, what do you want to order?"

Tara sits behind her desk, like a minister waiting for the emperor’s imperial decree, while the fatty wizard secretly covers With his mouth closed, he hiccuped the wine quietly with his mouth.

"Don't be so serious."

Hoffa happily waved his hand: "It's not a major event. I have some good things privately. It was Master Spencer who asked me to I gave it to you personally."

"oh?"

Fatty eyes lit up, "What good thing."

Tara kicked him secretly. With one kick, he shut up immediately and gave the initiative to Tyra.

"What is it?" he asked calmly.

Hoffa closed her eyes and pulled out a flat, curved, small wine bottle with a red five-pointed star, and said with a solemn expression: "This is made by Master Spencer for you. The special magic potion. "

"magic potion? "

The two curiously looked at the glass bottle with the red star label that Hoffa pulled out of his pocket.

Hoffa slightly smiled, with a solemn expression: "This potion is extraordinary This is the potion made by Mrs. Spencer and Mrs. Hufflepuff using 17 treasured medicinal materials. The potion is called "flame in the belly." You kill the enemy on the front line, you can also keep warm from the cold, very cherish, so he let me bring him the most important officer to enjoy. "

"This? "

fatty looked at the little bottle suspiciously, "Is there really such a magical potion?" "

Hoffa's heart beats, but then he straightens his face: "Are you doubting Master Spencer's ability?" "

Tara's expression was agitated for a moment, but he was soon suppressed by himself. He took the small glass bottle with the red star expressionlessly, and looked inside. The transparent liquid, a little suspiciously asked: "Is this really Master Spencer doing this? How could he suddenly care about us so much? "

Hoffa's heart beat unnaturally, and he pretended to be displeased and criticized: "Hey! How can you be so undervalued oneself! As the forefront of the battlefield, you are as important as human eyes and cannot be damaged in the slightest. "

After he finished speaking in the official language proficiently, the wizard Tyra suddenly choked up. He held the Red Star Erguotou, his palms trembling constantly: "I...I have what skills and abilities, Can you get such attention from that adult? "

After that, he took a deep breath and opened

Hoffa was secretly surprised by the side, he actually just praised this guy with Silby's name. He was in tears. If Silby came to praise him personally, he would not be happy to faint. What did that guy do, it is worth his subordinates to treat him so hard.

Tara breathed a sigh of relief The Erguotou visualized by Hoffa drank half of it, and then passed the remaining half to the fatty. When he said that, the fat wizard's eye sockets were also red, and he immediately took the drink and came over with a mouthful of stuffiness.

Quiet for a second.

The two coughed fiercely, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the captain’s room, making Hoffa unable to hold his breath. He began to worry. When I got up, I was bored with such a high number of wines. I was afraid that it would not be poured soon!?

But the two people were much stronger than he thought. After a while, they slowed down. Come over, clutching your lower abdomen, panting heavily.

"Oh! "

The fat wizard also made various weird calls: "Oh! Yo! Oh hoho... Yo... it's really amazing, it's a fire in the belly! "

He rubbed his round belly, "I really feel like a fire is burning in my stomach." He rubbed and slapped his lips: "And... it's delicious." "

Tara also took a sigh of relief. He looked at Hoffa calmly, a satisfied nodded: "You really deserve to be Spencer, please go back and tell him, we will definitely... ..."

"don't, don't, don't...don't worry. "

Hoffa's sweat came out of his head, and when they saw that they were so sober, knowing that he was muttering about the amount of alcohol in medieval Europeans. So he gritted his teeth and took out another bottle from his arms. The giant glass bottle, which was ten times the size of the small bottle, was placed on the table with a thud, and the table was shaking.

"Just now...that was just issued by Mr. Spencer. Sample, this is what I officially brought here. "Hoffa took a deep breath and said: "You really don't know Mr. Spencer. You will be so stingy with your most important subordinates." "

"This..."

Tara looked at the huge bottle in a daze: "This is too much. "

"Yes, as long as you drink this bottle, when the war begins, you can spray out raging fire like human dragons and burn to ashes the gods in the Holy See. "

After finishing talking, he opened the bottle, took a glass on the table, filled Erguotou, poured three cups in a row, and poured a cup by himself, then he took the initiative to pick up a cup and hold it in his hand. Inside.

"For Master Spencer! "

He shouted piously.

Such a politically correct action forced the two wizards to follow him and raise the cup, shouting together: "For Spencer grown ups! "

Hoffa grumbled and drank the contents of the glass, but before he drank it, he closed his eyes and visualized the spirits in the glass as soda water.

The two wizards He also followed him, groaning and boring, but he swallowed a large cup of Erguotou firmly, which is estimated to be half a catty.

Skinny Tyra is not good on the spot, he has a weak footsteps. After shaking for a while, I stopped forcibly.

Who expected that just after drinking a cup, Hoffa immediately poured three more cups, held them in his hands, and enthusiastically shouted: "For the wizard empire! "

Under the madness of alcohol, the IQs of the two wizards fell in a straight line. They couldn't think about the know-how anymore. They followed Hoffa mechanically and lifted the cup: "For the wizard empire. "

After drinking in one sip, it's half a catty again.

"For a bright future! "

Seeing that the two of them were still strong, Hoffa gritted his teeth and poured another cup.

.....

So, amidst the swaying candlelight, the cabin The three people here are like holding a cult ceremony, toasting frantically and chanting slogans frantically, "For Spencer...for the wizard empire...for the bright future...for the sake of Sri Lanka." Binsel...for the wizard empire...for a bright future...for Spencer...for the wizard empire...for a bright future..."

Finally, after drinking seven or eight cups, Tyra finally couldn't bear it, but the respect for Silby made him forcibly not spit it out. He staggered wildly, and then sat down on a chair. , Touched his lower abdomen, his eyes were dull, his tongue was sticking out, and he couldn't say a word. The spitting out of alcohol could be ignited directly.

He drank too much, but the fat wizard was on his head. He He gasped heavily, and stared at Hoffa with red eyes, "Brother...brother......and...and...and...and to have another glass!" "

Hoffa finally relaxed, thinking that the time is almost ripe.

"Don't worry, Old Brother, don't worry, take your time. "

Hoffa took the drunk drooling fat wizard to the chair one by one, coughed slightly, poured him another glass, and said cordially: "Well, I am a wizard apprentice. Follow Master Spencer. His time is not very long, you must have followed him for a long time. "

"That...that of course...a long time...hiccup..."

The fat wizard grabbed goblet and drank it and said : "When I first saw him, I knew that he was a great wizard. "

"I'm so envious, I sometimes feel that it's too late to follow the adults, and there are many things that have not caught up. "Hoffa looks at the fat wizard with longing eyes.

The eyes make the fat wizard very useful. Under the action of the alcohol in the blood vessels, he feels ecstatic, happy and uncontrollable. See Hoffa It’s more cordial than seeing my own father. I just feel that I have a confidant in life and I want to say a thousand words to him.

"That...hiccup...that's not it. ! "

He poured a whole bottle of Erguotou with his head up, and said with a warm breath of wine: "Earlier, big...big...big...sir." The story of Yu Wei Mo, that...that's a wonderful one. "

"Oh? What happened? "

A trace of bright light flashed in Hoffa's eyes, "Can you talk to me?" "

"Hey, this....this....this is the right person. "

The fatty wizard said with a big tongue. Under the influence of alcohol, a thousand words rushed to his mouth like a river. He danced and said: "I will talk about Lord Spencer earlier The experience, but... no one knows better than me. "

Hoffa saw that the guy started to talk, couldn't help holding a chair and sitting next to him, quietly listening.

"Hiccup...that is. .. In the autumn five years ago, when we were still in Pandora City on the Iberian Peninsula, Queen Pandora issued a red invitation letter to the outside..."

The candle in the copper table flickered, In the drunk cabin, the past stories are slowly narrated from the mouth of the drunken fat wizard Dodoro.