Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Mr. Bach, I don't want this child..."

The woman said. She looked very embarrassed with her legs close together.

"No, the world is short of babies right now."

The gray-haired middle-aged man at the desk dangled a pair of dead fish eyes and said weakly.

"But... but I can't afford it, Mr. Bach, please do well and give me a certificate of surgery."

"The wizarding society is now becoming more aging, and the Ministry of Magic has banned wizard abortions. Don't you know?"

There was no wave on the man's face, he looked very numb.

"But, my ex-boyfriend abandoned me..."

The woman sitting across from the table couldn't help but began to choke.

"I knew so, why bother in the first place. Find a picker."

Hoffa said lightly, he quickly accepted this setting of his obstetrician and gynecologist.

"Uuuuu..."

The woman cried desperately, stood up, swayed against the wall, and went out with her nose squeezed.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and looked at the other person's back, suppressing the urge to stop her. What does this have to do with me, I should not violate the rules. He thought to himself.

As soon as the woman left, the door of the office was opened again.

A bald short man with a big belly came in, like a penguin, holding a stack of paper in his hand, looking at Hoffa with a bad look.

Hoffa immediately remembered the name of the dwarf, Cregan Bolton, his immediate superior.

Then Kerrigan Bolton threw the paper in front of Hoffa.

"Bach, how many hospitalization certificates have you approved this month!?"

When Huo Fafa saw it, an inexplicable number flooded into his mind, and he replied casually, 67.

"67! Do you write it? Just open the hospitalization certificate! Do you think this is the Red Cross or a charity!?" The male penguin roared.

"I am sorry."

The short fat man trembled with anger: "Are you still responsible to the shareholders of the hospital or to your work? Who brought you in in the first place...?"

"I am sorry."

"Be honest!"

"I am sorry......"

"louder please!"

"I am sorry!!"

"louder please!!"

"I am sorry!!!"

He nodded and bowed his head and sent away the big-bellied dwarf. Hoffa, who had been graduating for several years, sighed and leaned back in his chair.

He thought it was too horrible, do I really want to live like this in this life? Sitting in front of the desk all day long, wrangling with the leader, and dealing with these miserable girls...

Hey, wait, why do I work in the hospital?

Well, it seems...

It seems to be related to something that happened when you were young. What happened?

Can't remember it anymore.

Hoffa went to the window, opened the window, adjusted his tie, lit a cigarette, and stroked his bald Mediterranean Sea.

Well, forget it.

It's so boring, I really hope I can experience the sense of adventure like when I was young...

boom! ! ! !

His thoughts just fell off.

A loud noise appeared beside him, and the floor trembled like an earthquake. Then there was another loud noise, and all the walls in front of the office collapsed.

Hoffa collapsed to the ground in fright, the few puffs of cigarettes in his mouth fell onto his crotch.

In the open space in front of me, a huge drill-bit mech emerged from the ground. Dozens of meters high, terrifying beyond words.

Then the huge mecha bends down and opens his head, revealing a man with gray hair and a steel body behind him.

The man laughed wildly: "Hoffa! Bach! Finally let me find you!"

Hoffa was startled, "West...Silby!?"

"Yes, it's me! You a living guy! You actually work in the hospital!"

The man laughed in the huge mech. He raised a remote control in his hand: "Now, I have buried a big Ivan underground in London. If you don't hand over Tom Riddle, I will Directly neutralize England!!"

While talking, a mechanical arm the size of a Jiefang Truck caught Hoffa and lifted him into the air.

"Bastard! How did you find me..."

"Say, otherwise I will kill you!"

"You, don't think about it..."

"Don't think about it?"

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Silby's mouth.

"So, how about this one!?"

With a wave of the mecha's finger, a container under it opened in response.

A scream came from the container. There was a scream.

"Husband!!!"

Hoffa looked down with difficulty, and a vague figure holding the child in the container cried out: "Let go of my husband, you can do whatever you want me to do!"

The woman cried and shouted.

Hoffa was startled and panicked inexplicably.

"You...what did you do?"

"Is this the wife you married? Isn't she pretty?"

Silby's red eyes pressed against Hoffa.

"When you told me that you liked beautiful women, did you end up marrying such a yellow-faced woman? Tsk tusk, Bach, you disappointed me too much!"

Hoffa was sad: "Let go of them."

"Where is Tom Riddle?"

Hoffa immediately began to think without hesitation, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out where Tom Riddle was.

"I will give you ten seconds to consider the time, 10, 8, 6, 4, 2..."

"Why does your countdown only have even numbers!"

Hoffa growled.

"Time is up, have you thought about it?"

"In...in Albania!"

Hoffa babbled.

Snapped! !

His wife and child were instantly trampled by the huge mecha.

Silby laughed: "I lied to you! Fool!"

Looking at the two pools of blood on the ground, for some reason, a colic in his heart made Hoffa scream.

"NO!!!"

......

......

He suddenly turned over and sat up, opened his eyes, and felt his palms frantically on the bed. It took him about ten seconds before he realized.

He has no magic wand.

At the same time, he also realized that he was only 13 years old and had no wife or children at all.

Hoffa relaxed, took a long breath, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Damn shit, nightmare.

He opened his arms and lay down on the bed again, looking sideways at the dark blue night sky outside. It was extremely quiet, and the sound of insects came into his ears, and the air was filled with the fragrance of honeysuckle that is unique to midsummer.

However, the occasional crackling gunshots from far away broke this harmony. Even though the silent spell set by the wizard, the air defense alarm outside was still visible.

This is not a place of peace, nor is it an era of peace.

In London in 1940, the world war was in full swing.

......

After a while, the eyes became familiar with the darkness. The scenery in the bedroom slowly became clear, and the light from the hospital outside the window shone into the room, putting a few light orange spots on the top of the bedroom.

The square room has neat wooden tables, white-painted wardrobes, and a few pictures of human anatomy and fire safety mantras on the walls.

At the beginning of the summer vacation, Hoffa agreed to Aglaia and came to St Mungo for an internship. It has been almost a month since mid-June.

He is now lying in a room in an old dormitory building at St. Mungo's Hospital.

There is no mobile phone in this era, and he has nothing to do. After squinting for a while, after all his sleepiness has disappeared, he simply turned over and sat up and came to the table.

There was a slight green fluorescence on the table, which was the light of the dial of the François magic watch.

The time displayed by the watch was 3:30 in the morning, which was earlier than his usual time to wake up.

At half past three, **** it, Hoffa rubbed his head, if he hadn't had that **** dream, he could get a little more sleep.

I got up so early and when I went to work in the afternoon, I had to be trapped in a chair like a horse. If you are unlucky, you may have to be reprimanded by that **** boss.

He rubbed his hair and sat down at the table.

On the table are densely packed objects, books, repair tools, and some postcards and letters sent from all over the world.

Thinking of the scary dream, Hoffa picked up the letters and tried to divert his attention.

He first picked up a dark green envelope with a white letterhead and purple irises inside. This letter was sent from the north by a snow owl half a month ago.

"Hoffa, I was in Estonia when I wrote this letter. There was a war here. I tried to stop it, but with little success. At first they were fighting for land, but later on, I didn’t know why they were fighting. I wish I had You can find the answer.

Also, I heard that Germany is preparing for a large-scale air battle with Britain, so please be careful of your own safety.

Osivia Romanov.

The Baltic Sea, July 1, 1940. "

This is a letter from Osivia to herself, the letter is very short. Hoffa finished reading, took it back, and took out another postcard with high-rise buildings and the Statue of Liberty, with only a few sentences on it.

"Boy, why do you never use the ticket I gave you? Why do you still stay in the UK, where it is about to be blown up by Germany!!"

It was the postcard of Induo, the liar and fairy. Hoffa smiled slightly and threw the postcard aside. Maybe he will go to the United States in the future, but not now.

Then he picked up a letter with the envelope of the red desert Gobi painted on it. Inside the envelope was a long and bright tail feather.

"Hoffa, how are you? Maya missed you very much. She is now almost of adulthood and has four wings. I wish you could see it soaring into the sky.

However, recently many dragons in the United States have been trafficked to Europe. I don't know what will happen.

But in short, you are all careful in the UK. If the situation is really dangerous, you can come to me.

Joey Dago. "

The letter came from the United States. It was sent by Hoffa’s first-year friend, the hunting ground guard Joey.

Hoffa held the thunderbird feather in his hand and admired it for a long time.

It was the feather of Thunderbird Maya, stroking it, he could feel the free soul thousands of miles away.

He is envious of Maya, who can soar freely in the sky. Unlike myself, because I was trapped in a small place at work, I was depressed and unhappy.

Feeling the concern of other friends, Hoffa gradually recovered from the nightmare, and he put down the letter. He got up and went to his separate bathroom. He drew out the toothpaste and started brushing his teeth, brushing his teeth carelessly while looking at himself in the mirror.

Thirteen-year-old Hoffa has a strange appearance. He has short gray hair, pale golden pupils, and a silver earring on his ear. If he has a set of flamboyant clothes, puts on some eyeshadow, and poses in a sorrowful pose, then he can join the funeral family honorably.

However, he is not a non-mainstream person who deliberately highlights himself. The teenager in the mirror is much taller than last year. His upper body scars and capable muscles all tell of his exhausting adventures.

But, who would have thought that this boy who saved Hogwarts twice is now working as an intern in a hospital...

Hoffa let out a mouthful of foam, rinsed his mouth, and sighed.

life......

He wiped his face with a towel for a while, threw the towel on his shoulders, walked into the bedroom, sat down at the desk, collected the letters, and pulled out two books from the drawer belly, one thick and one thin. ready.

The thick one is Morgen Le Fay's "Anatomy of All Things, Structure is King", a metamorphosis cheat he got in the first grade, and he has been studying it this summer.

The thin one is François Le Brun's notes on construction technology, which Principal Dupete handed over to him in March last year.

During the holiday these days, Hoffa has also been studying the construction techniques that Principal DiPet gave him.

Magic is Hoffa's biggest shortcoming. After last year's battle, he has also been inspired a lot. He is determined to understand this knowledge well, hoping to solve his shortage of magic power through this technology.

He sat down, took out a stack of paper, and began to concentrate on writing and drawing on the paper. After about two hours of research, the sky gradually brightened. At this moment, Hoffa heard a fluttering sound coming from outside the window.

In the white sky, a white dot changed from small to large. It was actually a pure white owl. It stopped on the hanger for drying clothes outside the glass window and pecked the glass window with its beak.

Hoffa recognized it. It was Aglaia's owl, named Elizabeth. When she was in the first grade, she often dangled the owl on her shoulder.

Opening the window, the owl got in. It hovered around Hoffa's table. Hoffa wanted to see the letter tied to its feet, and wanted to reach for it.

Unexpectedly, the Owl took a step back and let go of his hand. Not only that, but also screamed at him proudly.

Hoffa snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and grabbed it. Unexpectedly, this owl also reacted extremely fast, and it fluttered away. Hoffa only caught a few white hairs.

After tossing for a while, seeing the table messed up, Hoffa shook his head helplessly.

He took out a small bag from the drawer and he didn't want to eat it at ordinary times, and poured another glass of water for the owl when he had the early nut oatmeal.

The owl stopped making trouble. It put its head into the plate, picking up a few nuts, and then arrogantly extended its little paw to Hoffa.

"Like a squirrel, really like your master."

Hoffa murmured and patted the owl on the head.

It stepped away, grunted disdainfully, and flew out of the window again.

Hoffa opened the note.

There are some wanton and frantic words written on it, as if from the handwriting of a drunkard.

"Hoffa, it feels good to have an internship. Tonight on my birthday, I will send someone to pick you up. If you don't come, you will be dead, haha..."

The letter is very short, but it shows that the writer has a bad personality and made a decision without any room for discussion.

Aglaia's birthday tonight?

Looking at the desk calendar, the time is July 16.

He hadn't seen Aglaia at all for this period of time. Since she sent herself to the hospital, it seemed as if the world had evaporated, and she couldn't even contact her.

Hoffa picked up the shirt from the bed and put it on his head, and quickly assembled the watch parts with tools. The time displayed on the dotted dial was 6:15 in the morning, and the magic scale was 0.7X. The magic crystal in this watch was seized from Silby's arm in the second grade. It was his only trophy last year.

The watch was worn on the wrist, and the magic scale was turned to 0.8X.

He glanced at the faintly tall white building outside, and sighed helplessly when he thought of the nightmare in the middle of the night.

It's almost time to go to work...