Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Silby spoke, but Hoffa's face gradually paled. He didn't know Franco at all, and he didn't know any unpopular things like Spanish history.

But Hoffa didn't expect that the place where he is actually is an Axis.

And the distance between Adolf Hitler, the most famous Great Demon King in history, and himself may not be 1 km.

If you are lucky, you may be able to meet him on the street.

On the streets of Spain, Hoffa swallowed his saliva and looked at the young girl with to-and-fro fans around him. For a while, he felt chilly.

This...is too real.

gu lu lu ......

gu lu lu ......

However, the soreness in the stomach caused Hoffa to return When it came to reality, he hadn't eaten for more than 30 hours. Regardless of the axis or the alliance, the meal is always to be eaten.

Would you like to steal some food? Hoffa thought.

But the next second he rejected the idea.

Don't want to steal food.

He looked down towards Silby, and Silby said: "This is the truth. If you still speak English, I'm afraid we will be beaten to death if we haven't starved to death."

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"Don't you speak Spanish? Your family..."

"I won't, I just passed by Spain and came home from here."

"Does Osivia speak?" Hoffa said glumly.

"Hey, I hired you but you. Besides, it's still unknown whether she can speak Spanish. If not, I'm afraid to be outside and I have to run into a wall."

Just a few moments when he and Silby briefly communicated, everyone around him looked at him with vigilance and dissatisfaction. Moreover, within the area covered by his spirit strength field, he also sensed the traces of one or two adult wizards.

Hoffa let out a long sigh, closed her mouth, and pushed Silby's wheelchair spinning on the streets of Spain.

Silby is right, this country has indeed just ended the civil war with the help of the police.

Brand new posters are posted in many places on the buildings on both sides of the city.

The head of state with a mustache smiled like a flower on the poster, holding another man's hand. Don't think about it, that man must be Franco.

Not only that, from time to time, there are soldiers driving by in an old-fashioned green jeep. The red swastika is printed on the jeep, which is provided by Germany.

While the jeep drove, there was a group of young men waving to them excitedly.

Obviously, in this era, ** is just an ordinary political party. These people still don't know what blood and horror they will bring to this planet in the future.

Hoffa watched the row of German jeeps leave.

Under the effect of hunger, his thinking began to become unusually active. An unfathomable mystery idea floated into his brain.

Actually speaking of which, although he does not speak German, he is quite familiar with German wizards.

If Hoffa is asked to describe Schmidt Rutrov, it is probably-I know everything turned into ashes.

Not to mention his dress, Hoffa remembers a few buttons on his clothes.

Although it is a wizard suit, it is not much different from the appearance of the German officers on the street. The only difference is that the two hats are different.

Looking at the delicacies in the window, the stomach is sour, the thought that suddenly arises grows like a virus.

Finding a corner with no people everywhere, Hoffa pushed Silby into an alley behind the clothes shop. In the alley, he held the wand on himself.

Under the effect of transfiguration, his clothes became the same standard robes as Schmidt Rutrov, black and strict, with a sleeve on his arm.

Hoffa turned around the window of the clothing store, nodded with satisfaction, and then he knocked on Silby's body, so the blanket on Silby's body became a German wizard The standard robe.

Not only that, he also knocked on the wheelchair and drew a * character on the wheelchair.

Silby was shocked. He looked at Hoffa: "The wizard is really convenient."

Hoffa looked at himself in the closet next door, and after thinking about it, he always felt that he paid him back. It's still a bit too immature. So he took out a tissue from Silby's wheelchair, turned it into a small square black wool, and stuck it on his upper lip.

It seemed a little funny suddenly, Silby leaned forward and backward with a smile.

Just in time, there were a few soldiers with guns walking by in the street saying hello. Hoffa slapped Silby quickly and told him to shut up.

Wand became a military cap in Hoffa's hands.

Hoffa puts the hat on his head, lowered his head, the brim of the hat covers most of his face.

Silby in the wheelchair shut up, but his face turned red.

The changed Hoffa walked into a Spanish dinning hall again. This dinning hall also had an anti-Britain sign, and it looked a bit higher than the previous one.

But this time, before Hoffa walked to the door, a waiter saw the two people outside.

He complexion changed, he rushed all the way in an instant, opened the door, and raised his hand.

"HeilHitler!!"

Hoffa was taken aback, but somehow he also watched a movie. Then he quickly raised his right hand habitually, just like a parrot.

"HeilHitler."

This time, it was the opponent's turn to froze. The waiter looked at his hand in wonder, as if wondering something, but then he let go of his doubts and smiled hehe and welcomed Hoffa into the dinning hall.

This dinning hall is much more upscale than the fast food restaurant just now, although the exterior decoration is ordinary. But inside gold and jade in glorious splendor, there is a transparent crystal chandelier hanging on the top.

As soon as I came in, a small half of the youngsters here stood up and raised their hands to Hoffa enthusiastically. Heil Hitler's voice is endless.

Hoffa was a little embarrassed, he also raised his right hand, and went back one by one. But every time he came back, someone looked at him with a puzzled expression.

In the wheelchair, Silby was going crazy, his lips wriggling to remind Hoffa: "Left hand...Left hand!"

He spoke too softly, Hoffa didn’t hear it. , Still stretched out the right hand.

The waiter respectfully pulled back the chair, bent over to let Hoffa sit down, and presented the menu with both hands.

Having looked at the menu, Hoffa screamed even harder.

But he learned well this time. He didn't speak at all, but held up his chest with restraint, pretending that his hand was pointing around on the menu, and he put all the dishes with the highest amount in the back. Click it again.

The waiter smiled like a flower, shua~ shua~ shua~ and kept remembering.

After Hoffa finished ordering and the waiter left, Silby widened his eyes and shouted, "Are you European?"

Hoffa: "Ah, what? "

"Left hand, what you just used was an ancient Roman military salute, fool! You will be shot if you meet a real German officer on the street!"

"Left hand. ....."

Hoffa looked at his hands, looking pale.

Is the right hand that I have been holding just now?

Just as he was about to speak, the waiter came back. Not only did he come back, but he also brought back a chef with a smile on his face.

The chef blushed and his neck was thick, nodded and he hunched over and said something for a long time.

But Hoffa couldn’t understand a word, but he lowered the brim of his hat and tapped his fingers on the table. Looks impatient.

So the chef turned to Silby again in a whisper.

In terms of pretending to be impatient, the French boy is much more adept than Hoffa. He is sickly on his side, but just browses slightly wrinkle, and the whole person exudes an aloof and remote aura of superiors. A posture that I don't want to care about you.

The chef stopped talking immediately, took the wine bottle from a waitress, opened it respectfully for the two of them, and then stepped back.

He is here to deliver wine.

Hoffa was cold on the surface, and couldn't help laughing inside, looking at the respectful appearance of these people. It is estimated that no one would dare to say anything even if it was a King's meal by himself.

Soon, the waiter shuttled between.

The dishes were presented one after another.

Spanish paella with bright red jade green, a whole leg of lamb roasted on coals, crispy and tender lamb, hot and sour and pleasant sardines stuffed with vinegar, thick and bubbling Madrid broth, as thin As cicada wing Iberian ham slices, Galician octopus slices roasted in a copper pan, and Spanish cold soup garnished with strawberries and tomatoes in a transparent cup...

Had it not been for his status as a "German Army Officer", the hungry Hoffa would have turned wand into chopsticks and pounced on it.

But due to identity, Hoffa picked up the knife and fork slightly trembling, but Sven quickly brought it to his mouth. After eating this food all night hungry, Hoffa felt that he was in heaven at the moment.

On the other side of the table, Silby kept coughing, squeezing a voice from between his teeth.

"Hurry up and feed me, don't worry about eating by yourself...!!!"

Due to his employer status, Hoffa forks the food with his left hand to his mouth Send it inside, the right hand forks the food to Sylby’s mouth.

The two cooperated well and in a tacit understanding.

After going back and forth, most of the food on the table quickly disappeared.

However, just as Hoffa stuffed a whole piece of shrimp into Silby's mouth, he suddenly screamed and his head trembled.

Hoffa thought he was choking, so he just went in and handed him the water glass next to him, but he shook his head abruptly and stared behind Hoffa.

Hoffa bulged her cheeks and asked: "What's the matter?"

Silby: "Back...back."

Hoffa turned her head. , Eyes widened rapidly.

zhi zhi zhi! !

With a few grumpy tires rubbing.

A black old-fashioned car parked at the entrance of the hotel. Following closely from behind were three green jeeps full of soldiers.

The car stopped and the door opened.

Three tall men wearing black military uniforms, black high-top leather boots, two silver stripes on their chests and a white swastika on their arms pushed open the glass door, stride proudly ahead and walked in.

Pattern!

The fork in his hand fell into the plate, and Hoffa felt a little dizzy in his head.

Gai...Grand Guardian! ?