Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The old-fashioned fan was spinning on the ceiling.

In the dark room, a pair of pale golden eyes opened a thin slit.

Hoffa woke up slowly from the scorching summer, he was still a little confused.

咚咚...

There was a slight knock on the door.

Not a familiar sound, Hoffa stretched out his hand on the musty bed and fumbled for a moment on the bedside table.

Soon, he touched a lamp cord.

Patter.

He pulled down the string.

The dim orange light illuminates this simple bedroom, the old-fashioned four-poster bed, some dark-spotted mattresses, dilapidated ash wood furniture, and the cobwebs on the ceiling are constantly undulating by the fan. A mouse was frightened by the light and fled quickly.

On the wall directly opposite to the four-poster bed where I slept, there were a few English letters that had fallen out of paint.

【Morse Motel】

He was stunned for a few seconds, and the breath of getting up gradually faded.

There was another knock on the door.

Boom boom.

"coming."

Hoffa turned over and got out of bed, frowning and muttering, walked to the wooden door, and turned the rusty doorknob.

The genius was slightly shining, with a white belly in the distance.

The one who knocked at the door was a young woman smoking a cigarette, wearing low-quality lederhosen, fishnet stockings, low-cut clothing, thin thighs, high cheekbones, and thick lipstick, so smokey that she could barely see her original face. Makeup.

Seeing that the door was opened by a small little boy, the boy also had a pair of weird pale golden eyes, she was a little astonished, then she fluffed up her hair routinely, and smiled: "Little handsome guy, do you want to try something new? ?"

The answer to her was a bang.

Hoffa closed the door.

There was a rude curse from outside the door.

"Asshole!"

Hoffa didn't bother to care at all, he walked back to the bed and sat back.

This is the third person to pimp this week.

......

......

A week ago, Hoffa ended his first-year magical life from Hogwarts School and entered the summer vacation.

However, as soon as he left school, he encountered embarrassing problems.

On the one hand, he didn't want to go back to the Wu's Orphanage in London. No one wanted to go back there, but he didn't have a good place to go.

Although Principal Dippet had asked him to go to France to fix his magic watch, in Dippet's letter, it was stated that the time to meet with the "graduate" was June 18 and his holiday time was June 10. A whole week passed without embarrassment.

As a result, Hoffa, who was unable to find a job, had to rent a small and run-down motel in a sewage-filled red light district in London.

It's not that he didn't want to live in a normal hotel in Diagon Alley or Muggle Mall, but he is now caught in the embarrassment that every normal wizard will encounter.

One cannot change the problem even if it can be magical.

poor.

Hoffa is very poor.

The last time he got money, it was when Indor took him to Diagon Alley last year. At that time, he got 100 gold gallons, which is considered a little rich.

But one year later, his 100 gold gallons have not been spent. There is only this kind of motel where you can find the cheapest place that you are willing to live in. The price here is only 10 shillings a night.

After lying down for a while, there was a false huh, huh, wheezing from next door.

Hoffa frowned and raised his wrist.

François's magic watch, on the dotted dial, the time shows that it is six o'clock in the morning.

"Pimping at six o'clock in the morning, I really have an idea."

Hoffa yawned and said to himself. Sleepless, he straightened up and began to change clothes in front of the mirror.

The boy in the mirror looks gentle and delicate, with a silver earring on his left ear, which is not ugly, but the color of his eyes is strange.

Unlike any normal person, Hoffa's pupils were pale golden. It was a sequelae of transforming into Animagus last year, and I don't know when it will disappear.

Compared to last year, Hoffa has grown several inches taller. If you look at it from a 12-year-old's perspective, Hoffa is still taller, but from the perspective of a normal adult, he is still insignificant.

After changing his clothes, he picked up the inferior hard toothbrush in the motel and started brushing his teeth. He brushed his teeth while packing his luggage. Today is June 18th, and it is time for him to leave for France.

The moth-eaten floor of the hotel was littered with parchment paper. There were no tables in the motel. Perhaps the person who opened the hotel had never thought that someone would come to this place to do homework.

The summer homework for the first grade is very simple, and he has almost finished writing these seven days.

On the floor was also a letter from the principal, Armando Dupete, to the "graduate".

【At 9 o'clock in the morning on June 18th, I will go to the Double Capes of Thames Harbour in London. 】

Although the time and place are marked on the cover, the letter itself is not written to himself, he can only be regarded as a messenger at best.

After finishing his homework, Hoffa sat on the ground and sorted out some of his books.

At this time, a piece of paper fell from the book of the spell class, and I picked it up to see that it was a boat ticket with a picture of a tropical beach, skyscrapers and drifting bottles.

Thames Port, London, UK-Manhattan Port, New York, USA.

(You can board the ship at any time with this ticket)

This is the ticket that Indor gave to himself last Christmas.

Hoffa just took a look, then took the ticket back and went to the United States to find Indor?

Let's forget it, let's not talk about what damage the guy will think of to provoke him. It is the distance in the United States. It is a problem whether he can come back in time.

Airplanes in this era are not as developed as later generations, and you have to take a boat to the United States. Hoffa doesn't want to waste his entire vacation on the boat.

It’s not too far from the UK to France. It takes a few months to go back and forth, and when you’re done, you can find a job and make some change.

Boom boom boom! !

There was another rapid knock on the door.

Hoffa was a little upset, and he frowned.

"There is no end..."

boom! When I opened the door, it was not a pimping woman who stood at the door. This time, standing at the door was a guy whose whole body was trapped in a gray robe.

He crouched, unable to see his face, only a hooked nose was visible.

"Hey, do you want to join our half-man church."

After rubbing his hands, the weird gray-robed man handed the slip he was holding to Hoffa.

"Our treatment of young wizards..."

boom! !

This time Hoffa came to the door heavily.

He even took out his wand in his hand and quickly retreated to the bedside for a long time.

That is an inexplicable wizard!

However, nothing happened for a long time.

After a while, Hoffa walked to the door and looked out the crack of the door. There was no one outside.

As if the gray-robed man just now was an illusion.

But the list in his hand clearly told Hoffa that it was not an illusion.

He raised his hand and took a look.

The list was painted in a mess of colorful patterns, magic, guns, machinery, and there was a king's head wearing a crown in the middle.

[Believe in a half-man king, you will gain endless power]

"by!"

Hoffa rubbed his forehead angrily, crumpled the waste paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Is there such a thing as *** in wizards? Mom's sleeping motel can be visited to teach.

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At seven o'clock in the morning, Hoffa, who had finished packing his luggage, came out of the motel.

The sky has been brightened up a lot, and there are many broken neons crackling and flickering around, and some hangovers are lying in the sewage, and various wine bottles are scattered around.

Some tramps only have a pair of underwear left on them, and they don't know what happened.

Walking down the old iron stairs, he saw the pimp woman rinsing by the sink downstairs in the morning, while rinsing her mouth, looking up to the sky, picking the black hairs between her teeth.

Hoffa hurriedly carried his bag and walked out of the red light district where he had stayed for a week. I thought I must make more change during these two months, and I won't live in this kind of ghost place again next time.

......

Walking out of the red light district and passing by some normal commercial streets on the side of the street, Hoffa turned his wand into sunglasses and put it on his face.

Don't get the wrong idea. He didn't wear sunglasses for pretense or shading.

He just wanted to cover up his strange eye color.

Even in places like Europe, his pupil color is strange enough now, if he doesn't wear sunglasses, he can easily cause some unnecessary attention.

He lived not too far from the Thames Harbour, nor too close. The impoverished Hoffa did not take a car. After walking for about an hour, he came to the busy and busy harbour. The air here is filled with the pungent smell of engine oil and the harsh whistle.

The Port of Thames is the entrance to the Atlantic Ocean and one of the largest ports in the world. There are countless ships moored here, from all over the world, and Hoffa even saw cargo ships from Hong Kong in it.

The river under the boat was full of dirty foam, almost black in color.

After watching for a while near the port, Hoffa found that he had a problem.

He was not familiar with London. When Dippet wrote to him, he thought that the Double Cape of Thames Harbour was a normal street name, or a bar near the port.

But when he came to Thames Harbour, he found that there was no Double Cape at all around him. There was neither a shop by this name nor a street by this name.

At this time, among the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Hoffa saw a guard with a stick turning around.

So he stepped forward to stop him and asked, "Excuse me, do you know where the Double Cape Promontory is?"

"what?"

There was a sound of steamers whistling around.

Hoffa increased his voice: "Excuse me, do you know where the Double Cape Promontory is?"

"what!?"

The guard bent over his ears.

"Do you know there is a place called Shuangjiao Cape!!" Hoffa roared on tiptoe.

"what......"

"I.... You know..."

"I don't know!" The guard roared back, "Are you here to play me? I have worked here for twenty years and I have never heard of this place!"