Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Hoffa was immersed in the deliciousness of spiders, unable to extricate himself.

After a long aftertaste, he slapped and said, "So, you don't want me to take you out."

Miranda: "I just suggest that you don't put too much weight on the outcome. Even if you can't beat him, it's not a big deal."

"I will definitely win." Hoffa put down his fork and said lightly.

"Even if you pay all the price?" Miranda asked.

"I have paid all the price." Hoffa replied.

Hearing this, Miranda's face changed. She pursed her lips and leaned forward. She said in a hoarse voice, "No, you don't. You are not a person who has nothing. If you really meet him, I'm afraid. .."

Jingle bells.

Miranda was interrupted by the heavy pushing of the door.

Those were two wizards who had newly entered the Lake Heart Tavern, one with a big beard and one with a short one.

"It's really bad luck. I didn't dared to sleep for three consecutive days. I kept my eyes open." A bearded wizard opened the door and entered from the outside, complaining loudly.

"Don't get a tranquilizer?" the little wizard next to him asked.

"Damn it, the wizards in Peru have increased the price of green cocoa by three levels, and the tranquilizer is getting harder and harder to make." The bearded wizard complained.

"What's the situation, why are they raising prices?"

The little wizard asked worriedly.

"It is said that several wizards responsible for gathering were killed by sleepwalkers, and no one wants to do that job now."

"day..."

The little wizard groaned, "What can I do if this goes on, there is no raw material, I guess I can't even drink coffee."

When they said this, Miranda's face changed immediately. She took a long roll of parchment from her arms and opened it. He stood up hurriedly, "Hoffa, although I really want to be with you, I have to work."

Hoffa wiped his mouth and stood up, "What are you in charge of? Maybe I can help."

Miranda handed the long string of parchment to Hoffa.

"Look."

Hoffa took it and took a look. Oh, it’s a long list of items. The prices of various commodities are densely recorded. The units are Jinjialong. The numbers that represent commodity prices are constantly changing, and most of them are made by green. Written in ink, a small part is written in yellow ink, and only one is written in red ink, which is exactly the green cocoa that the two wizards said before.

"I am responsible for maintaining the stability of the wizard market and coordinating prices."

Miranda said: "Green represents stable prices, yellow represents fluctuations, and red represents abnormalities. It may be extremely high or extremely low. This is usually the case when something major happens."

"Green Cocoa, what is that?"

Hoffa asked.

Miranda pointed to Hoffa's drink with green bubbles, and Hoffa took a sip.

The entrance felt like Muggle coffee, but it was sweeter and more brewed. After drinking it, it was like a cold air rushing to the door, making him tremble.

Miranda said: "That is an herbal raw material collected by the wizards in Peru. It is used as wizard coffee and the main raw material for some refreshing drugs.

Now, as long as you fall asleep, you will be invaded by dreams. If you want to not become addicted, you have to have great perseverance, or simply not sleep. Therefore, the demand for these herbs is very large. "

After speaking, she drew the parchment paper and walked out of the floating island restaurant quickly. Hoffa hurriedly followed behind her and asked in shock: "Are you responsible for coordinating such a large market?"

"Yeah." Miranda replied with her nose.

"God, is this task given to you by Adebe?" Hoffa said sincerely, "It's too powerful."

Miranda shook her head and boarded the returning boat. I clicked it with the magic wand, and the boat swished back.

She sat on the bow, holding parchment in one hand, and taking out something similar to an old Muggle pager in the other. She kept communicating with the people in the pager, probably because she asked about the specific reasons for the crazy price of green cocoa. She constantly switched people to talk to, sometimes in English, sometimes in French, sometimes in German, and sometimes in the language Hoffa could not understand at all.

He sat quietly in the stern and looked at Miranda without blinking.

She wears glasses, a dark blue robe, and Martin boots, and her hair is meticulously combed. Obviously she was still a young **** the outside, but her attitude and temperament to speak were like another Adbe Gorshak.

There is no doubt that the girl in front of me has grown up completely. She is no longer the dark girl in the first grade, nor the rebellious girl two years ago. Now she is wearing a blue robe, her hair is simply tied behind her, focused Doing the job at hand, looks very attractive.

.....

After disembarking, she led Hoffa to the stone arches that she had seen before. When she reached one of the stone arches, Miranda stopped. There was a pile of large boxes beside this stone arch. A few young wizards stood beside the box, and they talked with each other anxiously.

"What happened?"

Miranda interrupted them.

"Miranda!!"

When several wizards saw Miranda coming, they immediately stepped forward and said excitedly: "You are finally here. The wizard in Peru said that the price of green cocoa would be increased by seven levels." A short-haired wizard said anxiously, we didn't even know what to do. What to do. "

"It was still three floors just now." Miranda said calmly.

"They said that three people who were sent out to collect medicine died. Now, the supply channel is seriously blocked. No one on their side can handle the problem, and people are panicked."

Miranda took out the parchment and looked at it, frowning and thinking for a moment, and said: "I will handle it myself, you three, don't supply to any store or pharmacist for the time being. When I finish dealing with things over there, talk to the people over there. After coordination, the price will be released."

Then, Miranda issued a brief instruction, "Help me link Floo Network to Peru."

Several young wizards immediately found the backbone. They breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed to live in front of the stone arch. Soon, a green flame ignited inside the stone arch.

Miranda stepped into the flames and said to Hoffa: "Would you like to help me?"

Hoffa was agitated: "Of course!"

As he walked into the green flames, Miranda grabbed his hand and said loudly, "Nazca Hummingbird Mountain."

The flames flourished, engulfing the bodies of the two of them, and soon they disappeared within the stone arch.

Rolling, shattering, and howling, there was a deafening noise roaring in Hoffa's ears. As if sucked into a huge socket hole. His body seemed to be spinning rapidly, among the green flames, he could see countless arches flashing past outside, which was probably a transfer platform built by other countries.

Then, suddenly, the rotation stopped, the green flame disappeared, and even the damp and cold underground lagoon disappeared. It was replaced by dry, sultry sand blowing on Hoffa’s face.

He and Miranda stood on a mountain top covered with wind and sand, with no green around them. There are only gray clouds and dull air.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a small village. It should be the village where the Peruvian wizards live. In the village, there are some houses made of branches and mud.

Below the mountain, there is an endless brown desert, and a huge hummingbird pattern about three hundred meters long, painted on the ground.

Nazca Lines.

Seeing that thing, Hoffa realized that he had definitely left England and came to the other side of the earth.

He stood on the top of the mountain, thinking that war was the best catalyst for invention. Ten minutes ago, he had dinner underground in London, and ten minutes later he came to the other side of the earth to accompany Miranda to solve market problems. If this invention is sold to Muggles, one would have to buy a patent worth tens of billions of dollars.

Then, Hoffa thought, if the dream has extended to the other side of the earth, does it mean that Silby's claws are spreading all over the world, and where his plan has been completed, he really did what he thought. In that way, will everyone's magical power be gathered together? "

The confusion has no result.

A group of guys wrapped in linen hurriedly rushed in from a distance. There were not many of them, about a dozen of them, males and females. Everyone had a dark brown skin, a long body, and a sad face.

After approaching, the head of an old man sticking a stick whispered in a language that he didn't understand, his expression was extremely excited, and his limbs were wide open.

He seemed not only in fear, but also dissatisfied and angry with Miranda.

Miranda didn't answer. She stood by the old wizard, listening silently, listening to their needs, and their anger. Only occasionally express comfort and understanding.

After venting for half an hour, the old Peruvian wizard calmed down and said in English: "Since the agreement signed at that time was for you to protect us, the monsters outside the plantation will be handed over to you, okay?"

Miranda nodded, "That's natural. Since we promised, we will do it naturally. Please send me a guide. I will take care of the rest."

Maybe it was Miranda’s very decent attitude, maybe the old man was too emotional just now, and regretted it after venting. He hesitated and said: "Hey, little girl Goshak, I didn’t say you, can you really finish it? Those sleepwalkers have already killed dozens of good players in the neighboring tribe. Do you want to discuss with your grandfather and let him solve it?"

"No," Miranda calmly said, "Thank you for your concern." She patted Hoffa on the chest, "Look, don't I still carry a bodyguard?"

Hoffa immediately grinned, showing a row of white teeth.

However, it seems that the Peruvian wizards did not feel relieved by his smile. On the contrary, the appearance of their frowning faces did not change in the slightest. They talked worriedly with each other, and the air was filled with despair.

When the lead old Peruvian wizard selected a young male guide from the crowd, the guy was unhappy and almost cried, looking no different from going to the execution ground.

But the chief's order was irresistible. He was crying, and under threat, he took Hoffa and left the mountain.

Hoffa whispered Miranda: "Who is the old man? What agreement did you sign?"

Miranda replied: "That's Inhanio, the leader of the sober wizards here. They signed an agreement with Adebe six months ago. They are responsible for providing us with green cocoa, and we are responsible for protecting their reproduction and the safety of transportation routes. ."

As she said, she sighed slightly: "I should have noticed the abnormality earlier. It has been almost a day since the accident happened here, and I realized that the loss may be greater than expected."

"Blam me," Hoffa said shamefully, "I came at an untimely time."

Miranda smiled and bumped him, and said softly: "This is my job. I encounter problems every day. It's the same if you don't come. It's no big deal."

......

Soon, under the leadership of the young guide, they came to the green cocoa plantation.

The back of the mountain is different from the front of the mountain. There are several terraces on the road, as well as some criss-cross canals and plantations. It looks like a paradise.

However, when there were about 500 meters away from the plantation, the road became chaotic, and the ground was covered with red tramp marks, and the trees were toppling around. The air was full of sour and **** smells.

The guide didn't dare to move forward, he kept grunting beside Miranda, the sweat on his forehead streaming down.

Miranda didn't embarrass him either. After speaking a few words, he let him go. The guy ran back without looking back and ran to the side of his own tribe.

More than a hundred meters away behind them, the group of Peruvian wizards hid behind tree stumps and fences, poking their heads, not dare to get out of the air.

Hoffa found it strange that since he returned to this world, he has not seen any extraordinary behavior of sleepwalkers. They are like wood, wandering in the streets and lanes, lifeless and threatening. Why do these wizards talk about sleepwalking? All of them look like a tiger.

"Is the so-called sleepwalker so scary?" Hoffa asked.

"A sleepwalker is not terrible, but a group of terrible ones, just like a drop of water is not terrible, but terrible is a tsunami." Miranda replied.

Going further, Miranda's words were confirmed.

On the hillside, there is a cliff. On the cliff is a temporary wall made of branches and stones.

And under the cliff, those walking dead guys he saw in Europe, there are also a large group, thousands of them, densely packed like tides.

Unlike those in Europe, they did not wear iron cages. This is a group of South American people. They crawl on the ground, crawling on all fours, and tirelessly hitting the green fence. The fence entwined with branches and vines was crumbling and was about to collapse.

At their feet, what should have been farmland and cocoa plantations were trampled on in a mess. Looks like it has suffered a serious loss.

Miranda rubbed her temples with a headache: "Because of their consciousness being swallowed by dreams, they often do unthinkable things under the influence of instincts. These things are often extremely destructive. For example, they like to run to crowded places. The more people there are, the more people will gather. If a few days pass, it is estimated that the place will be overwhelmed by people."

"So you have to get rid of these guys before the plantation can return to normal, right?"

"Of course," Miranda nodded: "Not only must they be driven away, but they must also be completely hidden, so that no new sleepwalkers can join them."

After a pause, Miranda asked Hoffa: "Do you have any good solutions? What is a good solution without bloodshed?"

"This..."

Hoffa seemed a little embarrassed. Since getting the power of time, he has always felt that there are no opponents in the world. The fact is true, but now he has discovered the limitations of the time rule.

If a single person fights one-on-one, like the one between him and Grindelwald, the power of time is almost invincible. In front of it, everything tends to be still, letting him kill.

But in the face of ordinary people like the vast sea of ​​people, Hoffa had no idea what role the power of time had.

Even if he slows down the time a hundred times, a thousand times, these guys will still be stuck here in a swarm, and they can't move. Even if he set the time back ten seconds, the scene is no different from ten seconds ago.

what can we do about it?