Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Three Merpeople walked in and entered the room.

If Hoffa first saw his hotel room, he thought it was a good place. So now it seems that poverty has restricted his imagination.

This room is completely comparable to the Goblin office he saw in Gringotts last time. The room is occupying enormous land, elegantly studded with silver-lined carpets, and towering redwood cabinets with beautifully placed cabinets. Porcelain, and a black piano in the corner.

Of course, the most striking thing is the center of the room, where Hoffa saw a youngster sitting in a wheelchair.

He is three or four years older than himself, covered in a thick gray blanket, and looks about fifteen or sixteen. He is handsome, with ash-gray hair, gray eyes, and pale complexion. Mottled moonlight shone on him.

It's like Vampire that doesn't see light all year round, and it's like an old and faded empty shell.

What’s more eye-catching is that there is an oversized cup beside his right hand. A huge transparent straw sticks out of that cup. The straw goes around his neck and stops at him. Mouth.

His bleak eyes swept across the faces of several people, and paused for a while on Hoffa's face.

"Are you also applying?"

"en."

Hoffa lowered his head, thinking it was a coincidence. Last year, I went to Gringotts with Induo to deceive 5000gold coin with this guy's name. Now I see the deity, I will inevitably feel embarrassed.

Silby opened his mouth, and took a drool from the huge straw.

"Sit."

The three sat on the sofa.

"I'll just ask a few words." The blanket-wrapped boy said, "Do you know Spanish?"

The yellow-haired man immediately said: "Yes, I not only speak Spanish, And he knows Italian, French, Portuguese, German, and even Russian."

The red-haired man browses frowned and said very uncomfortably: "I can speak four languages, English, Spanish, French, and German. "

"What about you?"

Hoffa lowered his head: "No."

"Then what will you do?" the boy asked calmly.

"Chinese, English."

Hoffa said.

Chinese? The other two people looked at each other as if they heard something very weird, and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Silby asked quietly. The two of them shut up immediately, but this small boy has an amazing aura.

"Why do you want this job." The boy continued to ask.

The yellow-haired man has a chest: "In order to improve my ability, I always think that only the collision between genius and genius can produce the most beautiful sparks. At this point, I am very confident."

Red-haired man: "Humanistic care and helping others. This is what I have always wanted to do. Especially for people with disabilities, I have always cherished great love and think that letting them live an active life is the most important thing. A glorious thing."

Silby looked up at the ceiling for a while, then turned his eyes to Hoffa: "What about you?"

Hoffa frowned: "Lack of money."

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The other two finally couldn't help it, and they frowned at Hoffa.

But Silby remained unmoved, he asked feebly: "Work experience."

Hoffa was a little unhappy, just sent someone to Spain, why did it look like It's the same as selecting the presidential secretary.

"Administrative management, I am the best." Huang Fa-nan said. "Including financial management and asset restructuring. By the way, the internship I graduated from was Prime Minister Chamberlain of Britain. He spoke highly of me."

The red-haired man squinted at him and untied proudly. Briefcase, showing the ID.

"I have the world’s most authoritative Level 1 nutritionist, Level 1 nurse, and Level 1 mental health doctor certified, and I have served many non-profit charities. I believe that Mr. Alby will definitely experience an unprecedented experience under my care..."

When the redhead was talking about it, Silby looked up at the ceiling, as if he was in a state of wandering. , And it seems that I suddenly became interested in the carvings on the ceiling.

Finally, the redhead finished talking about his resume.

"Mr...?"

"Mr."

"Mr. Spencer?"

Silby He lowered his head, as if he had just reacted.

The little black girl who had been standing at the door stepped forward, carrying the pot and starting to help him fill the cup with water.

Can be the next second.

Suddenly, the little black girl threw the kettle at the three of them. Ghost-like took a fruit knife out of her pocket, and pierced the paralyzed boy's temple with a lightning bolt across her elbow.

Killing intent!

Suddenly in the drowsy scene, Hoffa's hairs stood up. At such a close distance, the spells were useless.

The reaction time left for him is less than one second.

He directly started the transformation technique

Life transformation

Life: 8

magic power: 2

In the midst of a severe headache, Hoffa's muscles swelled. He kicked off the chair and threw out like a sharp arrow. He hugged the girl's waist and pressed her against the carpet. The whole person took her out on the ground for more than 3 meters. .

"What are you doing!?"

Hoffa pressed the opponent's wrist and asked in surprise.

The knife is cold light shining, this is not a joke, this is a real knife.

The little girl smiled hehe and compared her finger to a muzzle, and made a gunshot gesture to Hoffa's head.

"Boom, you reacted very quickly."

Silby was sitting in a wheelchair, looking towards the two sitting in chairs, mouths open. The boss's youth. The warm water in the pot slowly dripped from their faces and slid on their crotch.

Silby said: "The door is behind, you can get out of here."

The two of them have not realized what is going on, complexion pale, they got out of the room wet. .

The wheelchair rolled gu lu lu and came to Hoffa. Hoffa let go of the little girl, frowned and stood up. Now he can't figure out the wheelchair boy in front of him.

The little black girl Nancy picked up the fruit knife, went out, and brought her home.

Only Hoffa and Silby are left in the room.

"What about your work experience?" Silby asked softly.

"No."

Silby stuck out his tongue and began to suck the liquid in the straw. After inhaling for a long time, he spoke slowly.

What is your name.

"Hoffa.Bach."

"Are you a wizard?"

"Are you not? I heard Raymond say that you are a student of Beauxbatons. "

Silby didn't speak, but looked at Hoffa carefully.

"Well, that's right." Hoffa nodded.

"I am the wizard."

"How old are you."

"15." Hoffa said.

"I am 15, why you look a lot younger than me."

"Short." Hoffa said.

"Even if you are 15 years old, shouldn't you stay at home obediently at this time? Write homework, eat some ice cream, write letters with your girlfriend?"

The wheelchair turned and he turned to Hoffa's right hand.

"Cheap clothes, the price and workmanship will not exceed 20 shillings, wear old shoes for more than a year, but there is a precious Francois magic power watch, why did you appear in Le Brun Hotel?"

"Then why did you leave me?"

Hoffa directly lifts the head and asked, the tone of every sentence of the other party is interrogation, this Makes him very uncomfortable.

"Curious." Silby took another sip of water, indifferently said: "Of the 49 applicants these days, you are the youngest one, but the one with the fastest response, so I'm curious."

Hoffa couldn't answer the conversation, and the two were silent for a few seconds.

"Do you like Mozart?"

Hoffa was confused: "What?"

"Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart , Do you like his music?"

"Never heard it."

Hoffa obediently and honestly said that he didn't have much contact with Western music.

"Where is Chopin?" Silby asked nonchalantly.

"No."

"Then why is your surname Bach, and what is your relationship with the German musician Bach?"

Hoffa was caught up in this series of messy questions Makes unfathomable mystery, isn't it just sending people to Barcelona, ​​why ask these irrelevant things.

"I don't have much contact with classical music." Hoffa said dryly.

"You don't like muggle's music." Silby said sharply.

Hoffa is unhappy. When it comes to music, I don’t know how many good songs I have listened to in his previous life. This guy actually listened to a few classical songs and installed 13 in front of him. What does this have to do with work? Or maybe he doesn't want to make himself qualified for the job, but he wants to entertain himself because of his young age.

"Why don't you talk about work?" Hoffa said: "I just heard that someone is going to Barcelona and needs escort. The escort fee is 50gold Galleon, so I will come."

Silby sipped the water and said slowly: "You don't like art."

Well, it seems that the job search plan may be stranded. Do you really have to sleep half a month in Morocco?

"I like it, but I won't force others to like it as much as I do." After speaking, Hoffa stood up. Intend to leave.

"I'm Squib." Silby suddenly answered the question asked by Hoffa at first slowly.

Hoffa glanced at him in surprise, but didn't care much, he nodded, oh after a sound, he continued to walk out the door.

"Are you not sympathetic to me?" Silby asked suddenly behind Hoffa.

"What?" Hoffa turned around and opened his mouth wide. "What did you say?"

"I said, do you sympathize with me? Squib, disabled, only his head can move up and down. "He asked, squinting.

"Sympathy?" Hoffa smiled. He pointed to the ceiling in confusion and wondered: "Why should I sympathize with you? You live in the presidential suite."

Alby's eyes widened instantly.

The little girl named Nancy came in from outside, looked at Sylby’s expression, and quickly stepped forward to pull Hoffa, whispering in a whisper: "Go out with me."

Hoffa stared at each other too.

The girl pulled him, and whispered: "Let’s go."

Hoffa murmured: "Weird guy."

"Wait a minute ."

Silby's voice came from behind.

Hoffa turned his head and saw his eyes squinted into crescents, Silby said with a smile: "You have been hired."

The little girl next to her opened her mouth. Be the boss.

The wheelchair gu lu lu rolled to Hoffa's side, Silby raised his head slightly and looked at Hoffa carefully.

Hoffa was a little bit unable to understand the other's brain circuits: "Mr. Spencer, are you serious?"

"Just call me Sylby." The boy was shallow. Smiled slightly.

After finishing, he turned his wheelchair: "My plan is to leave tomorrow, from Casablanca to Tangier Port, then from crossing the Strait of Gibraltar, through Spain, and back to Barcelona, ​​my family Someone will pick me up there.

This task, if you can complete the entire escort, I will not only pay you 50 gold Galleons, but also consider giving you a full-time job."

Hoffa frowned frowned: "What did you say, I'm just a temporary worker, I don't need a full-time job."

"I won't wait until you pass it." With that, Silby was right That little girl is nodded.

The little girl walked aside, opened a box, took out a Little Pi bag from it, and threw it to Hoffa.

Hoffa took it and opened it. There was a gold coin inside.

Silby: "Since you are a wizard, I will pay you Galleon, and I will give you 25 first, which is considered as a deposit for successful applicants. I will pay you the balance when the task is completed, and there may be a bonus. Now, help me return to Barcelona, ​​do you have any suggestions? If not, you will come to me again tomorrow."

Hoffa weighed the leather bag in her hand, thinking that this young man seemed pretty good. readily.

It's just tomorrow...

He put the leather bag into his chest and looked at the moonlight outside the window for a moment and thought.

Tomorrow, I'm afraid Osivia will find out that she is not in the room early in the morning.

"No," Hoffa said decisively.

"Uh-huh." The pale boy didn't expect Hoffa to refuse, "What do you think?"

"We will leave tonight." Hoffa asked, " Is it okay?"

Silby was silent for a moment: "May I ask why? Bach."

"Because I am very busy, I still have urgent business when I come back." Hoffa said.

"Oh? What time do you plan to leave tonight?" Silby asked with interest.

"Immediately."

"OK."

This time it is Hoffa's turn to be surprised. Is this employer so easy to talk about? Not only was he surprised, even the little girl named Nancy also exclaimed.

"Silby!"

"Needless to say, it makes no difference if you leave early for half a day and late for half a day. You don't need to worry about my business, please help me pack my luggage first, and then Help me to thank Raymond for taking care of him."

Speaking, he turned his wheelchair and came to Hoffa: "Wait, help me pack things."

Hoffa rubbed his chin, he had a feeling. The youngster in front of him seemed to want to leave here more eagerly than himself.