Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Hoffa pointed to the newspaper: "Is it related to that key?"

Both of them were silent.

talk! Hoffa asked angrily.

Osivia said unceremoniously: "Don't worry about this. "

Hoffa turned his head and looked at Silby, but Silby sat there blankly without saying a word.

Without any answer, Silby, who had been quite eloquent, seemed to suddenly become a dull gourd.

Hoffa gritted his teeth and threw the newspaper aside.

There must be something that they knew, but he did not know, his curious colleague, but at the same time felt a trace of panic.

Wizards were shot one after another. What is the situation?

However, now is not the time to dwell on this.

After getting on the train, exhaustion began to flood into the brain continuously, there were both sexual and spiritual.

He began to meditate.

Every time after Cho'gall's conversion technique is used up, Hoffa must use meditation to restore the magic power, and the newly restored magic power will be converted into life to maintain the balance of the body.

The train rumbling forward, not fast. The three swayed in the carriage.

Osivia has been studying newspapers, while Hoffa is meditating on the magic lost by fighting and fleeing.

Four hours later, the sky gradually turned to dusk.

The three took an old-fashioned train into the wilderness of Spain, here is the endless plain of Valencia.

The Valencia Plain is adjacent to the Mediterranean Sea, and there are a lot of orange trees planted in the wilderness, which is green when you look all the way. Mixed with the setting sun, it is like a scene in an oil painting.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery is at this time, Hoffa is exhausted physically and mentally. After the meditation, he is rarely tired.

The reason is that he has not slept well for almost three days. In addition to driving crazy and fleeing all the way after being chased by the **, this kind of fatigue can't be eliminated by meditation.

Finally, in the dusk of the Valencia Plain, Hoffa leaned on the seat and fell asleep deeply.

As if not long after he slept, he was awakened by a rapid gasp.

Opened his eyes, it was completely dark in front of him.

So it was late at night.

There was an extremely suppressed **** ho sound in my ears.

Hoffa turned around, but was taken aback by the picture in front of him.

Silby's bloodshot eyes were staring at him.

In the dark carriage, his face was as pale as paper. The wings of the nose opened and closed vigorously, and his lips bite tightly, as if he was trying to suppress his breathing.

Hoffa thought he was pretending to be sick again, but when he touched his forehead a little, the forehead was not warm at all, but like a piece of ice.

This kind of symptom was like an overdraft of magic power, and then touched the opponent's heart, his heartbeat was very weak, as if swaying like a candle in the wind.

But then the breathing sound became more and more painful and difficult.

Hoffa immediately turned over and sat up, seeing Silby biting his lips and bleeding.

"Hey"

"Hey"

"what happened to you?"

Hoffa had no idea how to deal with this situation.

Silby didn't speak, but looked at Hoffa with wide-eyed eyes.

Something happened, Hoffa secretly said that it was not good, he immediately wanted to wake up Osivia who was sleeping in the single seat on the left.

But Silby looked at Hoffa pleadingly with bloodshot eyes.

"do not"

"Don't be bored"

Silby squeezed a few words from between his teeth.

stuffy?

Hoffa felt a little bit more.

indeed.

There are so many people in this carriage, and now it is indeed full of a strong smell of carbon dioxide.

Not daring to hesitate, Hoffa immediately took the trembling Silby into his wheelchair and quickly pushed it all the way out.

Finally, when Hoffa took the opponent to the front of the first-class carriage of the train, Silby breathed a little fresh air, which was the breeze coming from the exhaust fan above the first-class seat.

After coming here, Silby was still breathing in pain, but it was a little better than the tragic appearance before.

Seeing that he was still panting, Hoffa didn't stop doing it.

He took out the magic wand and transformed it into a sharp knife.

He directly inserted the sharp knife into the card slot on the glass window of the green leather train and pried the glass abruptly.

At this moment, the fresh air with the fragrance of oranges poured in like a tide.

Silby's pale hair was blown by the wind, and his whole body was relaxed like a salted fish in the water.

"call!"

"call!"

"call"

Silby closed his eyes, took a few breaths of fresh air greedily, and slowed down. He stopped moving, Hoffa put his fingers on his chest, and his heart gradually returned to its normal beating.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and muttered weakly.

"Thank you, Hoffa."

"Hmm." Hoffa looked at his watch. It was five o'clock in the morning. He had slept for a full 12 hours. God knows how long Silby was panting in his seat.

"Can you push me closer, I want to blow more wind." Silby said.

Hofayyan moved his wheelchair closer to the window, and the night wind from the train lifted Silby's hair, revealing his pale, sculptural face. For some reason, Hoffa noticed an inexplicable familiarity on his face.

Inside the car, the dim and old tungsten filament lamp crackled and flickered, and Silby's wheelchair slowly swayed with the body.

At this moment, the train is passing through the Spanish coastal city of Valencia. Outside the window, you can see the night view of the Spanish city in a glimpse of light.

Old-fashioned street lamp, decadent poet lying by the river, musician sitting on the flowerbed, playing guitar. Couple cuddling on the river bank for warmth.

But soon, the train drove out of the city and re-entered the deserted wilderness.

suddenly.

Silby turned his head to Hoffa and said, "Can you feel it?"

"What do you feel?" Hoffa asked.

"The decadence of this country's prosperity."

"I can't feel it," Hoffa said dryly.

"It is said that Spain after midnight is the real Spain. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems to be true."

Silby said in a general sense.

Hoffa can't pick it up, he doesn't know Europe.

After a while, Hoffa asked, "What happened to you just now? What disease?"

"It's not a disease, but sometimes, I feel like a zombie, a piece of frozen meat."

As the train passed on a stone bridge, Silby looked at the river under the bridge and said slowly:

"Sometimes I feel like I'm slowly decaying in a wheelchair, and at the same time slowly growing. This contradictory illusion can cause great pain.

Although I have no sense of touch, my brain still feels pain. This is an abnormal physiological mechanism. Psychologists call this a phantom limb. Some people say that this pain is just phantom pain. But I know that this is not the case, I am cursed. "

Hoffa didn't know how to pick it up. Instinctively, he tightly covered Silby's blanket.

"Are you sympathizing with me?" Silby asked suddenly.

Hoffa said softly, "No."

"The strong don't need sympathy, this is the motto of our family." Silby said.

"But you need help, it's a fact." Hoffa said lightly.

"If you want to help, there is a cigarette under the wheelchair. May I trouble you to take it out?"

Hoffa bent down, and there was a small hidden compartment under the wheelchair. There are magazines, candies, some medicines, and even a gun.

At the deepest point, Hoffa saw a silver cigarette case.

Open the cigarette case, there are white paper and shredded tobacco inside.

He hesitated for a moment, or pulled out the white paper: "How to do it?"

"Is there no cigarette class at Hogwarts?" Silby laughed.

"Busbarton has it?" Hoffa retorted.

"No, you roll it up for me."

Silby said.

Hoffa rolled for a long time, but he didn't do it well after he hadn't touched cigarettes.

"Bring me up."

Silby stuck his tongue out and said.

Hoffa put the cigarette paper on his lips.

Silby licked the cigarette paper and motioned to Hoffa scroll with his eyes.

Sure enough, he licked it like a layer of glue, and the cigarette paper was quickly rolled up firmly.

Hoffa polished the match and helped Silby put it on.

In the dark night, a little red light lit up.

He took a deep intoxication and exhaled the white mist comfortably. When Hoffa put the cigarette to his mouth again, he shook his head and signaled that he didn't need it anymore.

Hoffa squeezed out the cigarette he had only smoked.

Silby: "I was not born like this. At least 11 years ago, I was still able to run and jump."

Looking at the river, Silby said with some nostalgia.

"Then why are you?"

"My destiny has been cursed and sealed, and my family has also been cursed. This is a curse from the depths of history." Silby said.

"Is it related to the key Osivia found?" Hoffa asked.

Silby turned his head slowly and looked at Hoffa. It was a strange look at the expression.

Suddenly, he asked back: "Would you like to be my secretary?"

"what?"

"When I was in Morocco, I said I could offer you a long-term job. Would you like it?"

Hoffa thought of his proposal to quit school and shook his head: "I won't give up going to school."

Silby's bleak eyes became even more dull.

"It's a pity, you are me"

He didn't finish speaking.

Boom! !

The train shook heavily, it seemed that it had encountered some obstacle, and came to a halt slowly.

Hoffa looked at the deserted wilderness outside. At this moment, a touch of pink had appeared under the dark blue night in the distance, and dawn was coming.

Change passengers?

But there is no station here.

Hoffa was a little wary, his mental field quickly searched for the possibility of other wizards in the compartment.

However, within a radius of fifty meters, he did not find any other wizard's mental field, except for the Osivia senior sister who was sleeping fifty meters away from him.

"What's the matter?" Hoffa opened his eyes and turned to ask Silby: "What's the situation?"

Silby shook his head and said softly, "I don't know, but I will pay you. If something happens, can you protect me?"

Hoffa did not answer. Continue to open the mental force field and start vigilance.

At this time, the carriage shook and started to chuckle on the rails again.

Having found nothing, Hoffa opened his eyes and frowned.

Is it because I think too much?

At this time, the tungsten lights in the empty carriage flickered, and an old woman pushing a small trailer slowly clanged from the aisle, clanging over.

She is very old, walking slowly and slowly. There is not the slightest wave of magic power on his body.

Not a wizard.

It's just a Muggle that sells early in the morning.

But for safety reasons, Hoffa slowly stood in front of Silby.

The old woman creaked by pushing the cart.

As she passed the corridor, she saw Hoffa standing by the window. A smile with only a few teeth left.

"　P　de　ida" (Would you like snacks?)

Hoffa couldn't understand what she was talking about, so he waved her hand and motioned to her to leave.

"Es　uy　barat." (very cheap)

"Te　va　a　gustar." (You must like it)

The old woman said a few more words, and kept digging through the snacks, taking out bread or candy from time to time and dangling in front of Hoffa's eyes.

Hoffa frowned and waved.

Seeing that Hoffa always refused, she murmured a few words, took back her snacks, pushed her cart, opened the wooden door leading to the first-class carriage, and creaked towards the empty first-class carriage.

Seeing her leaving, Hoffa's nervousness slowed down.

Slightly relieved.

But at this moment, a breeze blew in from the open window of the first-class carriage. The moving train passed a sharp bend.

Hoffa was caught off guard and tilted.

The old woman's body is also crooked.

Her robes were blown by the wind, and at this moment, Hoffa keenly saw that the arm of the old woman in front of him was glowing with metallic black and purple.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

The old woman who had walked more than five meters away suddenly turned around, tilted her body, and drew two huge black pistols from the cart full of snacks like lightning, and aimed at Silby.

Hair exploded behind Hoffa's forehead.

He didn't even want to shake his wand, and the wand suddenly turned into a huge silver shield. He knelt on one knee and blocked the shield in front of him.

Boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

Fire tongue spit out.

At that instant, at least five or six bullets fell on the shield.

The impact and impact were endless, and Hoffa hid behind the shield, his scalp numb.

Is a killer.

The gunfire stopped, and Hoffa turned to look at Silby. He was now in a wheelchair, pale and solemn.

His thoughts turned, thinking of Raymond who was assassinated, and the Minister of Magic who was shot. And the so-called key.

The other party may be directed at Silby!

The shield slowly narrowed, but Hoffa couldn't see anything through the gap in the shield.

The old woman pushing the cart disappeared in the carriage.

Only one cart was left on the ground.

Hoffa stood up slowly, and the shield turned back to a wand. He didn't dare to relax a little, his nerves tense to the extreme.

The squally wind outside the car blew the curtains, and Hoffa took two steps forward, inspecting the surroundings.

Two soft snaps.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps from the top of the carriage.

Hoffa was startled, and immediately raised his arm.

The exhaust fan smashed down first, followed by a gray figure.

The gray-clothed old woman fell directly from the train's ventilation duct and hit Hoffa with a hard punch.

Her eyes were bright red.