Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

snake?

Hoffa opened his mouth wide in the rainy night.

But before he took a closer look at the unknown thing, the green snake disappeared on the deck in an instant.

No matter how he perceives it, he can't perceive any minute.

This time, his mental field was of no use.

Hoffa slowly moved his body to the corner of the cabin, the cruise ship in the storm, the snake on the cruise ship.

I really hope that there will be no murders the next day...

It turns out that Hoffa thought too much.

After experiencing the wild and turbulent summer rainstorm night, the morning sun rose, and the sunny sky showed a pink light after rain.

Hoffa, who hadn't slept all night, came to the deck, where large groups of sailors were waving their magic wands, repairing the hull of the ship damaged by the rainstorm. A large group of seagulls screamed and hovered in the sky, and some inexplicable marine life could be seen on the deck a few steps away.

The hermit crabs carrying the house, the curling starfish, the limp salted fish, and the limp transparent jellyfish were all brought up by the rainstorm last night.

He shook around cautiously, but found no signs of snakes. It's as if everything last night was just his illusion.

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After the rainstorm ended, on June 21, that was the fourth day after departure from the Thames, the Papillon arrived in Lisbon on the Iberian Peninsula. The ship has to supply supplies halfway and pick up and change passengers.

However, due to the size of the Papillon, the ship did not dock, and Hoffa could only lie on the deck, watching the transport boat bring all kinds of goods and wizards from the land onto the cruise ship, by the way. Take a long look at the famous Portuguese city with orange roofs in the distance, yelling at the possible scenery inside.

The Papillon will soon be resupplied and will continue to set off.

At this time, Hoffa saw Osivia, who had always been in the room, talking to people on the deck.

The other party was an employee of the Ministry of Magic wearing a wizard's robe, about forty years old, wearing glasses, and his expression a little anxious and nervous.

After the two talked, Osivia lay on the deck guardrail, frowning.

Hoffa had never seen that look on her face, so he approached and asked casually: "What's the matter?"

Osivia: "Nothing, work matter."

Hoffa looked back at the back of the clerk dressing up the man.

"Who is that?"

"Employee of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Department of the Ministry of Magic, they will provide me with some help when I go to Morocco." She said lightly.

Department of Defense Against the Dark Arts? Isn't that the Auror?

Hoffa felt something was wrong. The last time he saw the Auror was after the Hogsmeade attack last year.

"What are you doing here?" Hoffa asked.

Osivia glanced at Hoffa, and after a while, she stretched out her hand to help Hoffa arrange the clothes.

"The collar is turned again. Don't be so casual in Morocco."

Hoffa was speechless.

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On the 23rd, Hoffa could already see the red earth continent of Africa and the turquoise palm trees on the coastline. That night, the Papillon crossed the Strait of Gibraltar and entered northwest Africa.

This is the first time Hoffa II has come to this ancient continent. Of course, he now knew that Morocco had no real independence under the protection of France in 1939.

As in Lisbon, the Papillon did not dock.

Hoffa and Osivia took a small lifeboat, set off from the cruise ship’s own small dock, and sailed quickly towards the pier in Casablanca.

In sight, the famous African city gradually became clear, and the yellow-green tower of Hassan II Mosque could be seen from a distance.

However, when Hoffa disembarked, the murderous atmosphere in the air shattered the illusion of traveling at public expense in his heart, and also broke his excitement about setting foot in Africa for the first time.

Soldiers with guns are everywhere here, their skin is brown or yellow, and they are wearing white or black Arabian robes, with a strong breath of *** rushing toward their faces.

Mosaic streets filled with smoke and dust. From time to time, soldiers held guns against some black people, and they walked loudly and yelled at the language they didn't understand.

Those black men held their heads in their hands, mostly in ragged clothes and chains tied to their feet.

Looking at these people, Hoffa couldn't help but glance at his magic watch.

Could it be that the friend of Principal Dippet lives in a place like this...?

He couldn't help wondering whether he could fix the task of repairing the watch, and at the same time, he was puzzled about the task itself. What exactly did Osivia do when he came to such a place?

Of course, he didn't expect Osivia to give himself an answer.

After disembarking, she drew out her wand and gave Hoffa a casual spot. Immediately, Hoffa's shirt and overalls turned into Arab robes.

And Osivia's own clothes also turned into a pure black burqa when she walked. The robe covered her face, leaving only a pair of green eyes, airtight. She took out the map from her shoulder bag, stared at the map a few times, and chose a direction.

Going to the countryside, Hoffa shrugged and walked into this seemingly heavily guarded city with him.

There are geometric gray-white houses everywhere, and the houses are engraved with Arabic and Quran.

Occasionally there were Muggle soldiers carrying rifles around them and cast their scrutiny gazes, but soon their attention shifted to other places.

After passing through six protective nets pulled by iron wires in a row, the surrounding environment was slightly relaxed, and some pedestrians and vendors carrying goods above their heads began to appear on the street.

But that's only relative. Through the arc and leafy arch windows, Hoffa can still see a lot of vigilant gazes and black hole muzzles on the roofs near the street.

Osivia walked with Hoffa for about an hour, dangling in various streets and alleys, looking at the map while walking.

After walking for half an hour, something went wrong, because Osivia brought Hoffa back to where he had entered the city.

The hot and dry weather made Hoffa's back and chest soaked, and the Arabian robe on his body was like a blanket to cover his sweat. He gritted his teeth and looked at the tall girl next to her. She looked at the map calmly and changed directions.

Gradually, the muscles became a little tired. At this time, Hoffa thought of the knowledge of the madman he had just started-Chu'gall's conversion technique.

Transform life.

Suddenly, the blue trough in the sea of ​​consciousness dropped a little, and the red trough grew.

Hoffa transformed ten percent of his magic power into life

Life: 6

Magic: 4

Most of the fatigue disappeared.

Hoffa strode to catch up with Sister Osivia's footsteps.

I have to say that this madman knowledge is quite useful at some point.

But the conversion technique persisted for less than half an hour, and Hoffa began to wear out again.

Moreover, the bad news is that after half an hour, Osivia took Hoffa back to the starting point.

She calmly looked at the map, changed direction and continued to walk with her long legs. The two had been turning around in this kind of *** area where civilians lived. Finally, Hoffa couldn't stand it anymore. He felt that he would have heat stroke sooner or later if he went on like this. This elder sister may be a little blind, otherwise why would she always go back to the same place.

"Excuse me, can you show me that map?"

Finally, after another half an hour, Hoffa asked breathlessly, covering the venomous sun with his hands.

The map was handed to Hoffa's nose.

Hoffa took the map and entered a state of meditation, and the mental field began to quickly cover the surrounding environment.

After analyzing the surroundings for a while, his face went black. He held up the map: "Where are we going?"

Osivia reached out and clicked on the map. "The Le Brun hotel in the center of the city."

"Then where are we?"

Osivia hesitated for a moment, and tapped the lower right corner of the map with his hand.

"Here."

Hoffa turned the map 180 degrees and clicked on the lower left corner of the map: "Sorry, you are going the other way, we are here."

There was a moment of silence.

"The heat will affect my thinking." Osivia said without embarrassment.

Hoffa didn't want to care about her, he changed the direction, used the conversion technique to turn his life to 7, and walked quickly, Osivia followed behind him.

70% of his life is huge, but the declining magic power has slightly affected his brain, and his brain is a little bit painful.

At this moment, Hoffa suddenly thought of his two friends.

Miranda, she might be quietly looking at Muggle books in a library, blowing on an electric fan. Occasionally, you can chat with another personality.

As for Aglaia, she is now lying on a certain white sand beach in the Mediterranean, basking in the sun, drinking iced juice, and pretentiously directing a bunch of people to add ice cubes to her juice.

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Finally, after another half an hour of walking. When they came to the heights of the city, the surrounding architectural styles began to change, and the geometrical buildings gradually disappeared. It became a towering Catholic style building.

The top of the building has changed from round to pointed, and the decoration has also changed from the Quran to intricately carved patterns and crosses.

Osivia showed her credentials and took Hoffa across a heavily guarded street. The environment here has become neat and clean. The surrounding vegetation increased, and the brown race gradually became white.

She pulled down the black scarf on her face, changed her body, and changed back to the outfit she had in London. Holding her magic wand, she just wanted to turn around to relieve Hoffa's transfiguration.

But Hoffa lifted Osivia's transformation at the moment she was transformed, and he also specially shortened the sleeves of his shirt.

The sky is really too hot, if the magic is enough, he can't wait to transform into a Thunderbird immediately and give it a rainstorm here.

Osivia froze for a few seconds, and probably did not expect that her Transfiguration would be cracked so easily by the boy in front of her.

She frowned insignificantly, and took her wand back.

The two passed through a row of dense palms and dragon blood trees, and came to a round thatched dome-style manor. The building was six or seven stories high and decorated simply but without losing the atmosphere. The mosaic tiles at the entrance were filled with various vintage cars.

This is a hotel, quite a high class hotel. Even in later generations, it can be counted as a star hotel.

"Here, do you speak French?"

Osivia asked. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the drops of sweat from her face, then took out another handkerchief and handed it to Hoffa.

"No." Hoffa said honestly. He took the handkerchief, wiped his sweat, and handed it back, but the other party waved his hand and motioned to Hoffa to keep it.

"In this case, don't run around when you arrive. It's a bit messy here recently."

The two had just entered the hotel one after the other, and as soon as they opened the door, they heard a melodious beep from the counter.

Immediately, a doorman came from the porch, and he and Osivia exchanged a few words in French. Then he bowed politely and led Osivia and Hoffa through a narrow corridor and around a large outdoor swimming pool.

They came to a counter inside the hotel.

Behind the counter is an arched Barr-style hall with rough mahogany walls and a circular crimson carpet on the ground.

In front of the counter in the center of the hall sat an old man and a young enrollment girl, and Hoffa knew at a glance that the old man was in charge here.

He has pure white hair, a half-protruding head, and a tropical shirt with palm trees printed on it. She wears a silver necklace around her neck, and at least 7 of her ten fingers wear a ring. The naked neck and arms are tattooed.

This is an old man.

Seeing the two coming over, the old man groaning and smoking the hookah sat up straight from the wicker chair.

Smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of bright red gums.

"Hello, welcome to Le Brun Hotel, accommodation or business."

His English has a strong French accent, which makes it difficult to hear clearly.

Osivia took out a hairpin, which turned into a letter, and she handed it over.

"For errands, I live for a while."

The old man Sao Bao was still smiling, but when his eyes turned to the letter signed by the witch, his smile disappeared immediately.

After receiving the letter, the old man took out a pair of glasses from his shirt pocket, looked at the inner response carefully, and read it word by word for a long time.

After that, he took out a magic wand from under the counter and tapped it at the stamp of Dippet's principal.

Finally, he put away his glasses. Stand up and extend a hand to Osivia: "Raymond Jean Le Brun."

"Osivia." The tall girl stretched out her hand expressionlessly, and the two shook hands.

Afterwards, Raymond sat down and said with emotion: "It's been a long time since I saw someone from Hogwarts come over, how is the body of Principal Dipeter?" (this time his English standard has improved a lot)

"Very healthy," the witch of the Snake House said lightly, "I would like to ask you to inform me about the affairs on Boothbarton's side."

Raymond nodded his head solemnly, "I will notify the school."

Osivia: "When you come back, I will take things back. It's best to move faster."

Hoffa didn't know what plane the two people were talking about, anyway he heard it in the mist.

However, this man's name is Raymond Le Brun. I must have some relatives with the maker of his own watch, François Le Brun.

It seems that Principal Dippet asked himself to find this place.

The two finally ended the conversation.

The old man Raymond put the letter in his pocket, only then did he notice the thin boy next to the green-robed witch.

He turned to look at Hoffa: "What about you? Accommodation or errands."

Hoffa took off his watch and handed it over.

"Principal Dippet asked me to fix this watch, Hoffa said."

Well, the old man took it and glanced at him and showed a smile: "Yes, François's magic watch is very well preserved. This is my father's old product. It can measure magic power and store magic power. Very reliable design, However, this watch does not seem to have a magic crystal installed, and it can no longer store magic power."

Father, is the old man in front of him the son of Francois? Then Francois...

"Can it still be fixed?" Hoffa asked.

"Xiu must be able to repair." Leimen shrugged, "but you didn't happen to come. My father disappeared the year before, and he might have died when he went to Tibet for an adventure."