Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Snake?

Hoffa opened her mouth wide in the rainy night.

But before he took a closer look at the unknown thing, the green snake disappeared on the deck in an instant.

No matter how he perceives, it is imperceptible to the minute.

This time, his spirit strength field did not come in handy.

Hoffa slowly moved his body to the corner of the cabin, the cruise ship in the rainstorm, the snake on the cruise ship.

I really hope that there will be no murders the next day...

It turns out that Hoffa thinks too much.

After experiencing the crazy and turbulent summer rainstorm night, the morning sun rose, and the sunny sky revealed pink rays of light.

Hoffa, who hadn't slept all night, came to the deck, where a large group of sailors were waving wand, repairing the hull of the ship damaged by the rainstorm. in the sky A large group of seagulls screamed and hovered, and some inexplicable marine life could be seen on the deck a few steps away.

The hermit crabs carrying the house, the curly starfish, the limp salted fish, and the limp transparent jellyfish, these all are swept up by the rainstorm last night.

He shook around cautiously, but found no signs of snakes. It's as if everything last night was just his illusion.

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After the rainstorm ended on June 21, that was the fourth day after departure from the Thames, the Papillon arrived in Iberia Lisbon on the peninsula. The ship has to supply supplies halfway and pick up and change passengers.

However, due to the size of the Papillon, the ship did not dock, and Hoffa could only lie on the deck and watch the transport boat carry all kinds of cargo and wizards from the land. Take a cruise and take a look at the famous Portuguese city with orange roofs in the distance, YY the possible scenery inside.

The Papillon will soon be resupplied and will continue to set off.

At this time, Hoffa saw Osivia, who had been living in the room, talking to people on the deck.

The other party is an employee of Ministry of Magic wearing a wizard gown, about forty years old, wearing glasses, and his expression is a bit anxious and nervous.

After the two talked, Osivia brows tightly frowns on the deck guardrail.

Hoffa has never seen that expression on her face, so he approached and asked casually: "What's the matter?"

Osivia: "Nothing, work Matter."

Hoffa looked back at the back of the clerk who dressed up the man.

"Who is that?"

"Ministry of Magic Defense Against the Dark Arts employees, when I go to Morocco, they will provide me with some help." She said indifferently .

Defense Against the Dark Arts? Isn't that Auror?

Hoffa feels a bit ungreat enemy. The last time he saw Auror, it was after the Hogsmeade attack last year.

"What are you doing here?" Hoffa asked.

Osivia glanced at Hoffa, and after a while, she extended the hand and helped Hoffa arrange her clothes.

"The collar has turned up again. Don't be so casual in Morocco."

Hoffa was speechless.

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On the 23rd, Hoffa can already see the red earth continent of Africa and the coastline The date tree of jade green. That night, the Papillon crossed the Strait of Gibraltar and entered northwest Africa.

This is the first time Hoffa Two came to this ancient continent. Of course, he now knew that Morocco had no real independence under the protection of France in 1939.

As in Lisbon, the Papillon did not dock.

Hoffa and Osivia took a small lifeboat, set off from the cruise ship’s own small dock, and sailed to the pier in Casablanca at high speed.

In the line of sight, the famous African city gradually became clear, and the yellow-green tower of the Hassan II Mosque could be seen from a distance.

However, when Hoffa disembarked, the solemn killing aura in the air shattered his illusion of traveling at public expense and also broke his excitement about setting foot in Africa for the first time.

There are soldiers armed with guns everywhere. Their skin is brown and yellow, and they wear white or black Arab robes. They have a strong breath of *** assaults the senses.

On the smoky mosaic streets. From time to time, soldiers held guns against some black people, and they walked loudly and yelled at the language they didn't understand.

Those black men hold their heads in their hands, mostly in ragged clothes, with chains tied to their feet.

Looking at these people, Hoffa couldn't help but glance at her magic power watch.

Does the friend of Dipper’s headmaster live in a place like this...?

He couldn't help but wonder if he could fix the task of repairing the watch, and at the same time he was puzzled about the task itself. What exactly did Osivia do when he came to such a place?

Of course, he doesn't expect Osivia to give himself an answer.

After disembarking from the boat, she took out wand and gave Hoffa a casual spot. Immediately, the shirt and overalls on Hoffa turned into Arabian robes.

And Osivia’s own clothes turned into a pure black burqa when she was walking. The robe covered her face, leaving only a pair of green eyes. Ventilate. She took out the map from her shoulder bag, stared at the map a few times, and chose a direction.

Being in the countryside, Hoffa shrugged and walked into this seemingly heavily guarded city with him.

There are geometric ash-gray houses everywhere, and the houses are engraved with Arabic and Quran.

Occasionally, there were muggle soldiers carrying rifles around them and cast their scrutiny gazes, but soon their attention shifted to other places.

Continuously passing through the protective net pulled by Six Paths, the surrounding environment relaxed a little, and some pedestrians and vendors carrying goods above their heads began to appear on the street.

But that's only relative. Through the arc and leafy arch windows, on the roof near the street, Hoffa can still see a lot of vigilant gaze, as well as the black hole muzzle.

Osivia walked with Hoffa for about an hour, dangling around various streets and alleys, looking at the map while walking.

After walking for half an hour, things were a little bit wrong, because Osivia brought Hoffa back to where he entered the city at first.

The hot and dry weather made Hoffa's back and chest soaked, and the Arabian robe on her body was like a blanket to cover her sweat. He gritted his teeth and looked towards the tall young girl beside her. She looked at the map calmly and changed directions.

Gradually, the muscles became a little fatigued. At this time, Hoffa thought of the knowledge of his new madman-Chu'gall's conversion technique

to transform life.

Suddenly, the blue slot in Sea of ​​Consciousness dropped a bit, and the red slot grew.

Hoffa transforms one of the 5 points of magic power into life

Life: 6

magic power: 4

Fatty Most of the time.

Hoffa strode to catch up with Osivia Senior Sister's footsteps.

I have to say that this madman knowledge is quite useful sometimes.

But after the conversion technique persisted for less than half an hour, Hoffa began to wear out again.

Moreover, the bad news is that after half an hour, Osivia took Hoffa back to the starting point.

She calmly looked at the map, changed the direction and continued to walk with her long legs. The two had been going around in this kind of *** area where civilians lived. Finally, Hoffa couldn't stand it anymore. He felt that sooner or later he would have heat stroke if he went on like this. This Senior Sister may be a little blind, otherwise why would he always go back to the same place.

"Excuse me, can you show me the map?"

Finally, after another half an hour, Hoffa asked, covering the venomous sun with her hand, gasping for breath .

The map was handed to Hoffa's nose.

Hoffa took the map and entered a state of meditation, and the spirit strength field began to quickly cover the surrounding environment.

After analyzing the surroundings for a while, his face went black. He held up the map: "Where are we going?"

Osivia extend the hand clicked on the map, "The Le Brun hotel in the center of the city."

"Then where are we?"

Osivia hesitated for a moment, and tapped the lower right corner of the map with his hand.

"Here."

Hoffa turned the map 180 degrees and clicked on the lower left corner of the map: "Sorry, you are going the other way, we are here."

There was a moment of silence.

"The heat will affect my thinking." Osivia said without embarrassment.

Hoffa didn't want to care about her, he changed a direction, used the conversion technique to turn his life to 7, and walked quickly, Osivia followed him.

70% of life is huge, but the declining magic power has slightly affected his brain, and his brain is a little bit painful.

At this moment, Hoffa suddenly thought of two of her friends.

Miranda, she might be watching a muggle book quietly in a library, blowing on an electric fan. Occasionally, you can also chat with another personality.

As for Aglaia, she is now estimated to be lying on a white sand beach in the Mediterranean, basking in the sun, drinking iced juice, and commanding a bunch of people to add ice cubes to her juice. .

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Finally, after another half an hour of walking. When they came to the heights of the city, the surrounding architectural styles began to change, and the geometrical buildings gradually disappeared. It has become a towering bishop style building.

The top of the building began to change from round to pointed, and the decoration changed from the Quran to intricately carved patterns and crosses.

Osivia showed her credentials and took Hoffa across a heavily guarded street. The environment here has become neat and clean. The surrounding vegetation increased, and the brown race gradually became white.

She pulled down the black scarf on her face, changed her body, and changed back to the outfit she had in London. She pinched the wand and just wanted to turn around to relieve the transfiguration for Hoffa.

But Hoffa relieved Osivia's transfiguration at the moment she deformed, and he also specially shortened the sleeves of his shirt.

It is too hot. If the magic power is enough, he can't wait to transform into Thunderbird immediately and give it a rainstorm first.

Osivia froze for a few seconds, probably didn't expect her transfiguration to be cracked so easily by the boy in front of her.

She was frowned insignificantly and took Wand back.

The two passed through a row of dense palm and dragon blood trees, and came to a manor with a round thatched dome. The building is six 7th Layer high, with simple but elegant decoration. The mosaic tiles at the entrance are full of various Master cars.

This is a hotel, quite a high level hotel. Even in later generations, it can be counted as a star hotel.

"Here, do you speak French?"

Osivia asked. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the drops of sweat on her face, then took out another handkerchief and handed it to Hoffa.

"No." Hoffa said obediently and honestly. He took the handkerchief, wiped his sweat, and handed it back, but the other party waved his hand and motioned Hoffa to keep it.

"In this case, don't run around when you get here. It's a bit messy here recently."

The two one after the other just entered the hotel, and as soon as they opened the door, they heard the counter There was a pleasant beep from ding dong.

Immediately, a doorman came from the porch, and he and Osivia exchanged a few words in French. Then he bowed politely and led Osivia and Hoffa through a narrow corridor and around an open-air swimming pool.

They came to a counter inside the hotel.

Behind the counter, there is an arched Baltic hall with a rough redwood wall and a circular dark red carpet on the ground.

An old man and a young registration girl were sitting in front of the counter in the center of the lobby. Hoffa could tell at a glance that the old man was in charge of this place.

He has pure white hair and a half-convex head. He is wearing a tropical style shirt with palm trees printed on it. She wears a silver necklace around her neck, and at least 7 of her ten fingers wear a ring. The naked neck and arms are tattooed.

This is an old man of a sorrowful package.

Seeing the two coming over, the old man who was groaning on the hookah sat up straight from the wicker chair.

slightly smiled, revealing a mouthful of bright red gums.

"Hello, welcome to Le Brun Hotel, is it for accommodation or business?"

His English has a strong French accent, which makes it difficult to hear clearly.

Osivia took out a hairpin, which turned into a letter, and she handed it over.

"Working with errands, and staying for a while."

The old man was still smiling, but when his eyes turned to the signature of the letter in witch's hand, his smile disappeared immediately. NS.

Receiving the letter, the old man took out a pair of glasses from his shirt pocket, looked at the letter carefully, and read it word by word for a long time.

After that, he took another wand from under the counter and clicked it on the headmaster stamp of Dippet.

Finally, he put away his glasses. Stand up and face Osivia extend the hand: "Raymond Jean Le Brun."

"Osivia." The tall young girl extended the hand expressionlessly, and the two shook hands. grip.

Later, Raymond sat down and said with emotion: "I haven't seen Hogwarts for a long time. How is the body of Dippet headmaster?" (this time his English standards are quite different)

"Very healthy," Snake Yard witch indifferently said, "I would like to trouble you to inform me about the Beauxbatons."

Raymond's expression was slightly nodded: "I will notify the school. By the side."

Osivia: "When you come back, I will bring things back, it’s better to move a bit faster."

Hoffa doesn’t know the specifics of these two people What kind of planes are you talking about? Anyway, he can hear them in the mist.

However, this man's name is Raymond Le Brun. I must have some relatives with his watch maker, François Le Brun.

It seems that Dippet headmaster asked himself to find this place.

The two finally ended the conversation.

Raymond old man put the letter in his pocket, only then did he notice the thin boy next to green robe witch.

He turned his head and looked towards Hoffa: "What about you? Stay or work."

Hoffa took off his watch and handed it over.

"Dippet headmaster asked me to fix this watch." Hoffa said.

Well, the old man took a glance and showed a smile: "Yes, François magic power watch is very intact. This is my father’s old product. It can measure magic power. Plus storage of magic power. Very reliable design, but this watch seems to have no magic power crystal installed, and now it can’t store magic power."

father, the old man in front of me was Franco Was it the son of Wa? So François...

"Can it be repaired?" Hoffa asked.

"Xiu must be able to repair." Leimen shrugged, "but you didn't happen to come, my father disappeared the year before, and when I went to Tibet, I might have died."

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