Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"Daily Prophet": On July 6, a large-scale conflict broke out in Barcelona, ​​Spain. Dozens of wizards were killed and thousands of muggles died of trampling.

(What's wrong with you?)

"Daily Prophet": On July 17, a large-scale unknown wizard attacked the Saint-Valdo wizard street in Paris, France, causing numerous casualties .

(I tried my best.)

"Daily Prophet": On August 1, the director of the International Affairs Department of the British Ministry of Magic Albert Bouton was killed during a visit to Germany , The 1927 wizard peace agreement was torn up.

(Try your best? Just hurry up.)

"Daily Prophet": On August 7th, the Ministry of Magic of various countries determined that the perpetrator was the construction wizard, and the leader of the organization claimed to be half human King, Wizengamot issued an arrest warrant across the territory to arrest anyone connected with a terrorist organization.

(I want to complete the task.)

"Daily Prophet": Britain Ministry of Magic issued a statement to destroy all magic power crystals in the territory and strictly prohibit any wizard from researching muggle technology in any name .

(You can’t control yourself.)

"Daily Prophet": On August 19, Ministry of Magic Hecht. Welfare took the blame and resigned from the Ministry of Magic position. Nader Spencer Muen served.

(This has nothing to do with you.)

"Daily Prophet": On August 25, the new Ministry of Magic released a death wanted across the territory, arresting the half-man king, regardless of life or death.

(Very good, this is what I want to say, never show up in front of me.)

(Osivia: Hoffa.)

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Waitress: "Hoffa."

In the dark room, Hoffa was shaken violently and awake from the nightmare. Without the slightest hesitation, he pounced on the man in front of him who was closest to him.

dong!

A muffled sound.

The man who kept shaking him was pressed against the wall.

"What are you doing? Bach, it hurts me."

Hoffa's arms were blue veins, complexion pale, and cold sweat. After a while, his gaze returned to reality. It was a dim wooden room with many cupboards and kitchen utensils, as well as large and small bags of potatoes, carrots and other ingredients.

In front of him was a tense-looking teenager with a round pockmark face, wearing a shabby patched apron, holding up his hands, holding a small cloth bag in his right hand, and he was pressing hard against the wall by himself.

The clock on the wall is ticking.

Detecting that he has lost self-control, Hoffa releases his hand, takes a step back, and helps the other party to sort out the messy collar: "Sorry, Claire."

"Uh... .... No, it's okay. Your strength is really big enough." The pocky-faced boy laughed twice, a little embarrassed.

Hoffa sat back on the bench for sleeping, raised his head and slurped a sip of water from the wooden cup, and asked: "What's the matter?"

"Oh, Your enrollment subsidy is here."

Thinking of something, the pocky-faced teenager quickly stretched out the cloth bag in front of Hoffa, "I just sent it."

Hoffa One He took it without saying a word and opened it to see that there were ten gold Galleons inside.

"Thank you, Claire." Hoffa said indifferently.

"Do you still go to Hogwarts this year?"

"en."

"Uh...I'm not going this year, my plum Aunt Lil said, "I'm going to send me to Ephamoni in the United States."

Speaking of this, the boy with a round face stretched a little bit, "I heard it’s safer over there."

"en. ”

Hoffa is not interested and doesn't want to talk more with the teenager in front of him, but he always rubs his hands and stands in front of him.

"What else is there?" Hoffa asked directly, looking up.

"Oh, there is one more thing, Tom said, the salary cannot be given to you on the 30th, the salary is paid on the 15th of every month, so..."

"So what?" Hoffa asked calmly.

"So, he will send you the salary in owl on September 15th to school." The round-faced boy finished speaking quickly.

In the dimly lit room, Hoffa was silent for a moment.

"I understand, thank you for telling me."

"It's okay." The boy opened the door in relief and slipped out.

After the door was closed, Hoffa was the only one left in the dark and greasy kitchen storage room. He relaxed and looked at his watch.

The second hand on the fluorescent dial keeps turning.

The time displayed is August 29th, 2 o'clock and 5 points in the afternoon.

The magic power displayed is 0.2X.

Hoffa glanced at the small cloth bag in her hand and murmured: "It's time to buy a book."

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At this time, It has been more than a month since that thrilling summer adventure. After returning from Spain, Hoffa tried to find a lot of jobs, but it didn't go well.

In the last August, due to the outbreak of the wizard war, several entertainers of Leaky Cauldron quit their jobs in London, so Hoffa had a chance to get a job.

He sat on the stool for a while, then opened his backpack and packed his luggage in Leaky Cauldron. Put it in your backpack.

Stuffed and stuffed, his finger touched a hard object. He took it out and looked at it. It turned out to be a calf leather bag. He froze for a second, then frowned stuffed the leather bag into the corner of the backpack.

1 point later, Hoffa, wearing an apron, closed the door and walked out of the bar's storage room and came to the lobby of Leaky Cauldron.

Outside at this moment, Leaky Cauldron is much colder than when Hoffa came last year. The crowd at the counter was sparse and the seats on the table were empty.

It's no longer the overcrowded look when I came last year.

The bar Boss Tom is sitting in front of the stage, the sparse Mediterranean on his head has completely turned into a bald forehead. Because of the bad business, he is worried that everyday all will get angry.

Boss is difficult to serve, and Hoffa can't help it.

Fortunately, he will leave this bar soon.

He wiped the table clean quickly, Packed some wine stains and tea dregs left by others, and then took the trash can to Diagon Alley's trash deposit.

After cleaning the table and Packing the trash, Hoffa walked to the bar counter and jumped on the high stool.

Tom rubbed the cup and watched Hoffa come over, and said angrily: "What?"

Hoffa: "It's almost time for school, Tom, I'm going to resign I bought a book."

Tom said irritably while wiping the cup: "If you buy a book, buy a book. Why are you telling me?"

Hoffa sat on the high stool, "I I don't want to wait until the fifteenth, it's now."

"This is the rule. All my employees here are paid on the fifteenth." Tom aggressively said.

Hoffa grinned and laughed: "Really? According to Ministry of Magic rules, you are not allowed to recruit children under 16 to work, but you still recruited me."

" You..." Tom choked.

"One month, 3Galleon 4 Kexi, I count you 3Galleon, take it out, or I will report you to the Ministry of Magic's Labor Administration Department." Hoffa said dumbly.

dong!!

Tom put the glass on the table heavily, grinning. But Hoffa didn't blink his eyelids, he still looked at each other listlessly.

The two looked at each other for nearly twenty seconds, until the bell at the door rang and someone entered the store. Old Tom put his finger under the table and took out 3 gold coins, placed them in front of Hoffa, and gnashing teeth said, "Don't think about it next year, young wizard!"

"Uh-huh. "

Hoffa shrugged indifferently, wiped his finger, and put away his wages. Then, he jumped off the high stool, untied his apron and threw it aside, took out the wand, and stood in front of the wall of Diagon Alley, planning to buy a book.

However, at this time, the person who entered the store attracted Hoffa's attention, and a boy with pale-gold hair he had never seen walked in from the outside.

He is about the same height as himself, wearing a very luxurious dark green coat, and his short pale-gold hair is upside-down.

The weirdest thing is that there is a house elf next to the boy. It grows wrinkly and follows the boy step by step.

"Young Master, Young Master, wait for me. Young Master......"

"Trash, trash like your father! Will you go faster , Don't waste my precious time!"

The stabbing boy scolded and kicked house elf, kicking it into a roll.

Seeing the boy coming in, Tom who was sitting behind the bar counter brightened his eyes, and immediately rushed out with a flower-like smile.

I haven't waited for him to meet him.

"Go away, hump." The boy glanced at him disgustingly.

When he opened his mouth, the house elf under his feet also angrily shouted: "Get away, hunchback, did you hear me!"

Tom was taken aback, then rubbed his hands and retreated angrily. Aside.

Hoffa just looked back, and the thorny boy strode to his side, look steadily forward and knocked him away with his shoulder, as if he was just a branch.

Hoffa stood aside, squinted and folded his arms.

The boy stood there, took out a black prickly pear wand, and knocked on the bricks on the wall.

While waiting for the wall to open, he only noticed another teenager standing beside him. He glanced at Hoffa up and down, and his gaze stayed on his eyes and earrings for a moment.

After that, his attention shifted away because the elf was pulling on his trouser legs.

"Young Master, buy a book."

It's okay if it doesn't speak.

"Go away, idiot, want you to remind me?"

The young man kicked the elf at his foot and said angrily: "I have to buy the book by myself. What did this group of people eat?"

The kicked house elf was kicked to the ground and rolled, and then bounced like lightning. He waved his fist angrily: "Yes, What are you eating? That bunch of trash!"

The young man quickly stepped forward, leg raised, kicked the elf into the air like kicking a ball, and roared: "I scold my father, and you dare to scold me. "

House elf knelt on the ground immediately, shaking like chaff: "Young Master ......Young Master, I was wrong, Doro is a miserable wretch, Doro is a bad elf, Please cut off Doro's head..."

dong!

It was kicked off again.

The voice of one person, one spirit is getting smaller and smaller, gradually disappearing in Diagon Alley.

Hoffa stared blankly at the young man with football innate talent going further and further, thinking that he might be able to guess the identity of the opponent.

He took out the list of Hogwarts and walked into Diagon Alley. Now there is only one day left before the start of school. He has to buy all the textbooks he needs quickly.

Due to the outbreak of the wizard war, Diagon Alley is now also killing.

The broken leaves rolled up and clung to the back of his feet. The surrounding wizards hurried past in a turban, and some wizards stood in front of Gringotts arguing loudly.

Many of various shops selling entertainment and leisure equipment have been closed. Hoffa noticed that the shop selling broomstick had a sign posted on the door and the store was sublet.

Only those shops selling warning magic equipment and self-defense magic equipment are very crowded.

The shop that sells second-hand books is opposite to Flourish & Blotts. Second-hand books are much cheaper than first-hand books, only half of ordinary books.

As soon as he walked out of the store after buying the books, he saw the pale-gold boy with stabbed hair standing on his back and sneered at the door of the bookstore: "You can’t send it by post, is it the owl of Flourish & Blotts is dead? Finished?"

He glanced at Hoffa, paused for a second on the old book in his arms, lightly snorted disdainfully, and strode away.

House elf holding a stack of new books taller than himself, swayingly behind the boy,

"Master Malfoy, Master Malfoy, etc. Doro, etc. Doro..."

Malfoy.

Sure enough, it is from that family, and I don’t know what the name is, but this hairstyle is quite different from his children and grandchildren.

Hoffa raised an eyebrow and was about to leave.

At this moment, a palm hit his shoulder suddenly, and a teasing voice came from his ear:

"Hi, Mr. Bach."

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