Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

At six o'clock in the evening, the two had a dinner on the first floor of the hotel in exceptional silence. No one said a word to each other. After the meal, Hoffa went straight back to the suite.

He lay on the bed, thinking about the future arrangements.

However, at eight o'clock in the night, there was a knock on the door.

Hoffa was a little surprised: "Please come in."

The door opened, and I saw Osivia, who had just taken a shower, appeared at the door wearing a green nightgown, holding her hand. Something in it, a dress before going to bed.

However, her wet hair is still meticulous with a hairnet for sleeping.

"Mind if I come in?" she asked.

Hoffa shook her head and lifted the quilt up a bit.

She sat down by Hoffa's bed, and the smell of shampoo in the air suddenly became richer. Hoffa keenly observed that on her chest, where azure blood vessels could be seen, was a necklace of jade green, which contained mysterious and magical fluctuations.

Osivia said: "I hope you don’t mind things during the day. My job is more complicated than you think."

Hoffa is absent-minded: "Um."

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"However, to thank you for cooperating with my work." Osivia said, "As compensation, do you want to hear the story?"

While speaking, she raised her arms and shook I shook the book in her hand with an illustration of Pigwidgeon.

"Peter Poetry Story Collection"

Hoffa almost didn't sip the salt soda to death. Is the co-author of this guy planning to tell himself a bedtime story? How small is she in her eyes.

"No more, no more."

Hoffa shook his hand out of the Phantom.

"You'd better go back and rest soon."

Osivia was taken aback, she probably didn't expect Hoffa to refuse so simply.

"Angry?"

"How come." Hoffa smiled reluctantly.

"Okay." She stood up and pressed the light switch at the door.

"You stay in the hotel, don't run around, understand?"

"en."

"Good night."

"Wait a minute, Osivia Senior Sister." Hoffa stopped her suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to ask, when shall we go back?"

"From mid-July to August, wait I'm done with things here."

"Okay, good night."

Patter.

The room was dark.

After half an hour of silence, the lights in the room turned on again.

Only this time, Hoffa stood neatly on the head of the bed. In other words, he didn't take off his clothes at all. He opened the cabinet, threw his bag on his back, and then. He was standing at the door of his room wearing socks and shoes.

Hoffa held the doorknob, thought for a moment, and thought that he could be dispatched by Dippet to perform an unknown task, his ability must not be simple.

If you are her, you will definitely use defensive spell at the door to prevent unknown events from happening.

Sure enough, Hoffa opened his spirit strength field and felt a little bit.

He immediately felt a faintly discernable magical breath near the exit, which should be a warning spell. Not only that, he also felt an inexplicable jade green snake walking slowly in the corner of the living room. If you go out by yourself, I'm afraid you will be spotted by that little snake in an instant.

"Sure enough, Osivia Senior Sister."

Hoffa indifferently said.

Ghost stroll!

After that, he opened the door, and the whole person disappeared into the material world. Those magic power fluctuations could not hinder him at all, and the green snake could not detect his existence at all.

He calmly walked through the two doors, passing through the protective spells set by Osivia. Quietly came to the corridor of the hotel. As soon as he got out of the corridor, he put on his shoes and carried his bag, and walked all the way down the stairs.

He doesn't know if Osivia will come to him, but Hoffa still wants to settle down the work quickly. If he is caught and caught back, it will definitely not be so easy to run out again.

Go to the counter in the daytime, Raymond is already off work. There was only one old black woman mopping the floor, and that woman was about the size of five Hoffa's waist.

Hoffa ran up to her and hurriedly asked: "Where is Raymond? Where is Raymond?"

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The huge black woman patted her mountain-like breasts, shouting completely incomprehensible bird language in her mouth, as if she had eaten a cockroach.

Hoffa was anxious, and pointed to the counter: "Raymond, Raymond Le Brun."

The black woman waved irritably, shouting excitedly that she couldn’t listen at all. Knowledge of indigenous African languages.

"WTF!"

Hoffa hurriedly gave up and asked this black old woman who only speaks the native language. That old woman was still foul-mouthed in an unknown language behind him.

He ran out of the porch, passing by a group of women in old swimsuits playing in the pool, and came to the place where the doorman was during the day.

The door boy was standing guard, and Hoffa stopped in front of him with a sharp brake.

He immediately showed a professional smile.

"Where is Raymond Le Brun?" Hoffa asked, "I have something to do with him."

The doorman thought for a moment: "Oh, Mr. Le Brun is now Take a break in the underground winery."

Although the doorman has a strong French accent in English, he can communicate.

"Take me over."

"Please follow me."

Hoffa relaxed.

Following the doorman through several arched stone cloisters, Hoffa entered the underground winery full of brown floor tiles, and he saw the coquettish sitting in the crowd laughing loudly. Old man.

Raymond is sitting at the gaming table, playing cards with others.

Not only did he blush with a thick neck when he drank, he hugged two exposed girls on the left and right, who were still feeding him and drinking from time to time.

It's too late to express too much emotion about the lives of these French guys.

He stepped forward quickly and slapped Raymond Le Brun's shoulder with a slap.

"Hey!"

This old man turned his head with a drunken eye and thought about it for a long time before remembering it.

"Oh, oh. It's you, the transfiguration one, what's the matter, do you want to come for a drink?"

He took it from the female partner next to him.

A glass of wine juice was handed to Hoffa.

The alcohol in his mouth made Hoffa dizzy. He quickly took the cup and put it on the table.

"Thank you, uh, the job you mentioned this afternoon, I want to take it."

"Work?"

Raymond is already overwhelmed: "Hiccup, let me... let me find a key job?"

"What to find a key, disabled person, kid." Hoffa reminded him, holding his breath.

"Oh~the one from Spencer's house."

Raymond suddenly realized that he pushed away the two women around him, stood up, and put his hands in his pants pockets for a long time. . Turned out a large number of number plates, counted for a long time, took out one and handed it to Hoffa.

"701, go, hiccup. Just say... it's me, hiccup, the recommended candidate. However, I advise you, that kid has a weird temper and wants to pass his interview , It’s not easy."

"Interview more?" Hoffa was surprised.

But Raymond has started to continue playing cards, so he is so happy.

Hoffa took the number plate and quickly walked out of the underground winery and entered the hotel elevator.

701, it should be on the top floor of the hotel.

When he got out of the old-fashioned sliding door elevator and came to the top floor of the hotel. He found that there was only one room here.

Room 701.

And on the waiting seat at the door of the room, two young men in suits and leather shoes were sitting. Their hair was red and yellow, Erlang's legs crossed, and briefcases, their expressions were solemn.

It's so late, why are there such clerk-dressed guys here, Hoffa muttered in her heart.

Just as he was about to push the door in, a yellow-haired young man in the seat spoke up.

"Are you here to apply?"

Hoffa astonished and nodded.

"Don't you know the queue? We've been in line for a day." Another red-haired young man said unhappily.

Hoffa stared wide-eyed, this... why do you want to earn a 50 Galleon? There are so many people competing with you.

Is the world so difficult already.

Things have gone beyond Hoffa's expectations.

Since there is only one bench around, Hoffa paid a little nodded tribute to the two and sat down.

The two young men just hummed. They were wearing black suits, bow ties, golden watches, bright leather shoes, and there was no place on their bodies that was not marked with the word "Elite".

The three of them sat quietly for a while, and the yellow-haired young man beside Hoffa asked: "What kind of professional are you?"

"Professional? I..." Hoffa momentarily I haven't figured it out for a while. "Magic?"

The two young men were taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out, "haha, magic? Are you the clown running out of the circus."

"Don't Just kidding, you should go back to your mother for such a small child."

Hoffa looked at the two carefully, and said in surprise: "Are you muggle?"

Red-haired young man: "What is muggle?"

The young man with yellow hair was unhappy and said: "Hey, what are you talking about? I am a professional lawyer who graduated from the University of Lisbon and specializes in handling financial affairs and has a Level 1 lawyer's license. "

Hoffa was even more confused. He took out the number plate and looked at it, wondering if Raymond was drinking and drinking stupidly and gave himself the wrong number plate. Why do I apply for an escort for Beauxbatons students? I will meet top students who graduated from muggle University.

At this moment, another young man next to him was coldly snorted up. He glanced at the yellow-haired man and said, "University of Lisbon, lawyer's card? I want to apply for this job even with that ability."

Speaking, he opened his briefcase like a show.

In the briefcase, there are all kinds of shiny documents.

"I have a Level 1 medical certificate, a Level 1 dietitian certificate, a Level 1 nurse certificate, a Level 1 psychologist certificate, and even a special nursing certificate for the disabled. No one It’s better to be Mr. Spencer’s secretary than me."

Hoffa was listening in the clouds, and it took him a while before he suddenly realized something was weird.

Spensel, why is this surname so familiar?

So he asked the redhead.

"Who is this Mr. Spencer?"

"Ah!" Why don’t I even know the information of my employer?"

Hoffa glanced at his orchid finger and said, "I only received the news this afternoon."

"What about you? Maybe you can apply.” The red-haired man said arrogantly: “Spensel is one of the oldest families in Europe. Their history can be traced back more than a thousand years. There are countless assets all over Europe. Each generation of Spencer Searle’s descendants are the richest, most outstanding, and best men in Europe. The young Silby Spencer of this generation is even more..."

Erby...

Hoffa always finds this name more familiar.

The familiarity is a bit inexplicable, where did he hear the name.

Where is it?

Finally, his face changed.

When Indor took himself to Gringotts to scam money last year, didn't he just pretend to be a guy named Silby Spencer! ! !

Boom!

The door of room 701 suddenly opened

The red-haired man stopped talking.

A fatty brow beaded with sweat in the same suit and shoes got out of the room griefly, and his crotch was wet.

A little dark-skinned girl indifferently said behind him: "It's your turn, come here."

The dark-skinned girl was the mopping worker Hoffa saw during the day. , Nancy.

She tone barely fell, and the young man who graduated from Lisbon University stood up proudly and glanced at the fatty with wet crotch with disdain.

But the little dark-skinned girl said a little irritably: "You three, come in together, Mr. Spencer is tired."