Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The seventh arrondissement is next to the Eiffel Tower, with tracts of commercial streets and many fortress-like buildings. Most of these buildings are some monasteries and religious chapels.

After saying goodbye to Norbert near the Eiffel Tower, Hoffa was ready to go home.

But at this time, the inexplicable sense of peeping from the daytime came to his mind again, he stopped, standing on the asphalt road where the night wind roared and looked back.

No one was seen.

He frowned and opened the mental force field, and the whole world suddenly became a black and white line drawing. His spirit scanned the ground like a radar, but he still did not perceive the existence of other creatures.

"strange......"

Hoffa whispered.

The mental perception was turned off, and the world returned to normal again.

What he is good at is spirit and perception. Since he reached a compromise with the emptiness in his heart a year ago, his perception and intuition have greatly improved, even for top wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald, even if he can't beat him now. , But they absolutely can't escape their own perception. As long as he deliberately scans, he doesn't think anyone can escape his perception, even if it is a phantom spell.

Will it be the woman from the Ministry of Magic? Hoffa thought.

He glanced at the remaining magic power on the glove, there was still a lot of surplus, he did not dare to save the magic, immediately entered the ghost walk, and disappeared into the air erratic.

Bypassing two streets full of black old-fashioned Mercedes-Benz, came to a leafy community. He just showed up.

Across the shadows of the whirling trees, he could see a few German officers in black military uniforms standing on the street, wondering what they were whispering.

Seeing this scene, Hoffa quickly lowered his head. This was the era when Germany was the most powerful. As long as it was occupied by Germany, the Gestapo was everywhere.

Those Gestapo didn't notice Hoffa, he hurried to the front of a row of facade houses without attracting anyone's attention, took out a bunch of keys, and opened one of the wooden doors.

You can see it is a pretty good residence. Although the area is not large, the floor is covered with wool carpets with curving patterns, refrigerators and TVs, and there are three crystal chandeliers on the ceiling. There are not many environmental protection concepts in this era, and there are even hanging on the walls. With the head of a lion and several ivory ornaments.

There was a pair of rattan slippers waiting to be changed, but Hoffa didn't want to change it. He staggered to the sofa and collapsed on the sofa.

It was Hoffa’s temporary home and the site where the Germans lived. Basically, apart from this area, other places in Paris are routinely searched every day.

After Norbert bought this house from an Italian Muggle half a year ago, they took this place as a safe house and collected all kinds of useful and useless information here.

After paralyzed for a long time, he took off the mechanical gloves on his arm and threw it forward.

clang!

The metal gloves slammed on the marble table, making a heavy noise. On the coffee table, in addition to metal gloves, there were scattered paper currency in rolls, with money from various countries, and a black pistol.

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep for a while, but maybe the conflict at night was a bit fierce, and he didn't fall asleep, so he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling and started to be in a daze.

He was the only person in the empty and dark house. The house was about three meters high. There was always a slight bounce of marbles from the ceiling, as if to seduce him to go upstairs to investigate.

The grandfather clock in the corner swings back and forth. Make a ticking sound.

About ten minutes later, Hoffa frowned a little irritably.

...Creak...!

Accompanied by a palpitating sound of twisting gears

The parts of the corner pendulum were twisted into Muggles under the action of Transfiguration.

He picked up the pistol on the coffee table and stared at the gun for a long time. Some dusty memories suddenly broke into his brain.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Silby. At this moment, he began to sympathize with that guy. After sitting in a wheelchair for hundreds of years, how did he survive this **** time?

Using magic to prevent the bell from ringing, the surroundings fell into complete silence, only the home of the German military officer in the distance, occasionally laughed and laughed.

He threw away the gun, with a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth, got up from the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, and turned on the TV.

Although there was no internet and too much high-tech in 1942, some of the most basic information technology had already begun to take shape, at least it was no problem to understand news.

It's just that if you want to understand everything and understand the meaning, you have to spend some brain cells to translate German, and he just doesn't want to spend more brain cells.

The flashing **** scenes on the black-and-white TV, Hitler's raised arms, and extremely inflammatory speeches, the soldiers stepped neatly, and banners with swastikas were hung everywhere on the eaves.

Hoffa became drowsy for a while.

Patter.

There was a faint sound of changing shoes from the hallway.

Half asleep and half awake, the feeling of being peeped rose again.

The chaotic drowsiness was completely absent, and reason dominated his brain. He suddenly opened his eyes and shot out from the sofa like lightning. Entering the ghost walk without thinking about it.

Boom! !

There was a muffled sound.

"what......!"

Screams echoed in the room.

Then, the scream stopped abruptly, as if pressing the off button of the volume.

A black figure was caught by Hoffa and pressed heavily on the refrigerator in the dining room. The refrigerator vibrated violently, and the decorations and ceramics on the top smashed to the ground.

I don't know when from today, he has always felt like being followed. He didn't expect this guy to follow him into the house. What kind of concealment ability is this.

"Caught you!"

Hoffa firmly grasped the warm soft object in his hand, and snapped his right hand.

"Fluorescent flying!"

Four or five spots of light flew out from his palm, illuminating the room,

But after seeing the stalker clearly, the terrifying expression on Hoffa's face gradually solidified.

He thought it was the bald woman from the Ministry of Magic who was following him, but he wasn't.

The one who was pinched by her neck in front of her was a young girl slightly younger than herself. She was slender and dressed in a loose and dirty monastic gown. She seemed to be a nun from a nearby monastery.

This young nun had a very ugly appearance, her face was messy with coarse makeup, her cheeks bulged high, and there was a scar on her face that seemed to have been burnt.

a stranger.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

Hoffa grabbed the nun's neck and didn't dare to relax at all. He could keep following himself, even entering the house, this guy would certainly not look so weak.

"You...you first...let go."

The nun grabbed his arm and thumped it twice.

Hoffa didn't let go: "Do you have a special means of hiding, as long as I let go, you will leave the concealed disappearance, right?"

"No...no,"

The nun's scar face gradually turned red, "You... let go first. I'm not... here to make trouble..."

This sentence was spoken in slurred English.

Hoffa hesitated for a moment, but still chose to let go.

As soon as he let go, the girl collapsed on the ground cross-legged, clutching her neck and coughing violently.

"Cough...cough..."

After coughing for a long time, the girl clutched her red and swollen neck hoarsely and said, "Are you having a brain problem...? I was shocked! It scared me to death."

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

Hoffa said indifferently, "I will give you ten seconds to explain."

"Don't you remember me?"

Sister Scarface said angrily: "We just met two hours ago."

"I have never seen you."

Hoffa said straightforwardly.

The strange girl waved her hand in front of Hoffa's eyes: "Do you really remember it?"

"What an international joke, I haven't seen you. Get out of here, don't force me to call the police."

Hoffa said solemnly.

"Haha, you are so funny, the wizard calls the police."

The nun was happy.

Hoffa's face collapsed, and he felt that the other party was playing tricks on himself.

Seeing the man in front of him look more and more impatient, the nun quickly said:

"Well, it seems you really don't remember. Then let me tell you, I was locked in the room by the werewolf, he was going to eat us, you saved us."

Hoffa was taken aback for a moment, and then it occurred to him that he had indeed saved a few people in Durant's bar, but they were all casual, and he didn't think much about it, let alone remember the looks of the people inside.

The nun said again: "I wanted to thank you very much, but I didn't find a suitable dress, so..."

"So you followed me secretly?"

Hoffa's voice was ironic: "If that's the case, you have a hundred ways to thank me, but you chose the worst one. Who asked you to follow me?"

"Nobody, I want to come by myself, I want to find someone to help us. Me and..."

While speaking, the strange nun suddenly covered her mouth, and her eyes rolled: "A friend of yours and I are wandering outside now and want to ask you to borrow something."

When she was speaking, her eyes were erratic in the room, and Hoffa was more vigilant. Don't say that the other party is an ugly girl with a scarred face, even if she is a peerless beauty, it is not welcome to break into someone else's house at this time, and there are too many secrets in her body that should not be revealed.

Without a word, he stretched out his hand to open the door and push him out, but the nun blocked the door. Seriously:

"Don't push, do you know you are going to die!"

"what?"

Hearing what she said, Hoffa was a little surprised.

"Really, I'm here to remind you."

The nun said seriously.

"Okay, are you talking about how I died?"

The nun thought for a while, spread her hands, "Just to die, turn into pieces, turn into ashes, or something..."

Hoffa's eyes widened.

The nun patted him on the shoulder: "But don't be afraid, as long as you can lend me something, you won't die."

"What borrowed you?"

The nun pointed to the coffee table: "That."

Hoffa turned his head and saw his magic booster gloves and a pile of francs on the coffee table.

At this point, he finally knew that the other party not only wanted to enter the house to steal things, but also used alarmist talks to entertain himself, and his expression became worse.

"Why should I lend you money."

The nun said seriously: "This is for your own good."

After a pause, the ugly nun said, "Although you don't know what I am doing now, you will understand in two days."

"What's inexplicable."

Hoffa was very tired and said, "I don't do charity, **** stick!"

He pressed the opponent's shoulder again, this time he was determined to push the stalker out of the door.

The Scarfaced Sister opened Hoffa's hand in annoyance: "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

At the end, she sneered in a low voice: "You will regret it, but don't blame me for not reminding you..."

But as soon as she took a step, there was a dense sound of footsteps outside the house.

Hoffa's face changed, and he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the house.

The Scarfaced Sister almost fell to the ground. She flushed and yelled angrily, "How come you..."

Before the word "thing" was uttered, her mouth was covered, and then she saw the young man facing him put his hand on his lips with extreme dignity.

"Shhh."

The strange nun whose mouth was covered stared in horror, and within a few seconds, she heard a knock on the door.