Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

He stretched out his hand and slowly tore off Chloe's scar face.

Under the mask was a delicate and surprising face, about the same size as himself. Her pale skin was stretched on her cheekbones, her eyes were large, lavender, buried deep in the empty eye sockets, her lips were bloodless, and the muscles on the sides twitched constantly, so wilting.

Despite this, Hoffa still found that behind her self-controlling painful appearance, the girl’s body still had traces of her healthy life—she should have had an egg-shaped face, fair skin, soft lips, and a head. Long soft burgundy hair.

"What did you do to her, did you poison it?"

Hoffa asked through the door.

"Poisoned? No, no, no. She forgot to take the medicine. We brought the medicine for her, nothing more."

Colonel SS continued:

"I know you, Mr. Bach, I also respect your teacher, Saint Grindelwald. So I won't talk nonsense, I advise you to leave her early. Otherwise, waiting for her magic to run away, the consequences will not be able to bear. "

That name caused Hoffa, who was examining Chloe, to be unnamed, and he took a few deep breaths before he could barely suppress his hatred.

He sneered softly: "Can I bear the magic runaway, do you need a Muggle to remind me?"

There was silence for two seconds outside the door, and the colonel also smiled:

"I have seen many arrogant wizards, most of them died miserably."

Hoffa: "Then I must be one of the few people who can live well."

"Then let's just wait and see, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Calmly finished, the colonel of SS stopped talking to Hoffa.

But at the same time, a large number of soldiers surrounded the back kitchen of the hotel, and milky white smoke penetrated in from the corner of the door. The air smelled of bitter almonds.

poison gas

Hoffa's complexion changed, he slammed his nose, then rushed to Chloe in three steps, and also covered her nose.

The situation took a turn for the worse. He didn't expect that these people would use poisonous gas. If he stayed in this empty room forever, he would have to be poisoned and unconscious.

"Do you have any idea?"

Hoffa asked tentatively.

Click!

Chloe grabbed Hoffa's wrist and raised his head.

I saw that her originally black eyes had now become pure white, just like cataracts. Those white Sensen eyes were dazed and helpless, but very strange. Hoffa's heart stopped inexplicably, as if he Back to stand by the door and negotiate with Colonel SS.

But this illusion only lasted for less than one-tenth of a second, waiting for Hoffa to recover. He returned to Chloe again, pinching her nose.

"Go away from me."

Chloe said, "Phantom away from me."

Apparition shifted, Hoffa gritted his teeth, he thought too, but he wouldn't.

"leave me alone"

Chloe repeated it again, his voice getting lower and lower: "Don't get involved"

"what did you say?"

Hoffa did not hear clearly, he wanted to come closer and hear clearly.

However, Chloe didn't answer. She stared, her mouth opened wide, and the unidentified liquid gleaming with fluorescence slowly rolled out of her pale eyes, as thick as blood.

Accompanied by the silver, mercury-like liquid dripping to the ground. At this moment, the magic fluctuation in the room reached its peak.

Tick.

Drifting smoke, fluttering hair, twisted muscles.

Everything stopped.

It was a weird feeling that Hoffa had never experienced before. The other party's magic contained a certain law of power, which made people unable to resist.

Snapped!

As if someone was pulling him vigorously behind his back, he fell back sharply and flew backwards quickly. Vague colors and shapes flashed by, and his eardrums were swollen. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

He walked through a distorted light film, on both sides are shattered pictures that are constantly flashing. In those pictures there are castles, black lakes, horsemen leaping in the woods, and thunderbirds walking through the sky. Later, Hoffa even saw a shiny silver hair. His heart was twisted, and he subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to touch the vague figure.

But the picture only lasted for less than one-tenth of a second, and then he felt his feet touch the solid ground, everything became clear again, he stopped spinning and shuttle, and fell heavily to the ground.

boom! !

The sky is spinning around.

The ground is cold, it is a tile without temperature. Chloe was still panting and leaning against the corner, looking like nothing happened.

But the smell of onion in the air is extremely confusing.

The sound entered his eardrums little by little, and his ears resumed their work. It was a giggle of laughter. There is also the sound of a squeaky spatula and an iron pan colliding.

"Table number three, bacon and cheese rolls."

"Table number four, a potato salad."

"Hurry up and throw out the trash at the door!"

Hoffa stood up abruptly, groping around on his body. After touching for a long time, there are no more parts or more organs.

In front of you is the back chef of that old-fashioned restaurant, but now there are more than a dozen chefs and service sounds bustling in the back, a busy and crowded life atmosphere.

At this moment, an apprentice carrying a black bag about to take out the trash passed by Hoffa and saw him standing in front of the kitchen, yelling: "Who are you, don't rush into the kitchen!"

As he said, he put his hand on the doorknob.

(The bullet hole in the door that was punched out by the military officer is gone.)

Hoffa was agitated and blurted out subconsciously: "Don't open the door!"

"Don't open the door?" The apprentice turned his nostrils.

"If you don't open the door, you eat the trash! Go go, don't hinder my work."

After speaking, he pushed Hoffa away impatiently, twisted the door decisively and casually, and went out to take out the trash.

Nothing happened.

Outside is the empty and dirty back alley of the restaurant. There are only rows of green-skin trash cans. There are no soldiers, no colonel SS, and no black witches. The back kitchen of the hotel is just the back kitchen of the hotel.

"Are they gone?"

Hoffa turned around and said, wondering.

Chloe, pale, leaned in the corner, shivering, and there was no trace of blood on her face. When Hoffa called herself, she turned a deaf ear to it, and didn't mean anything happy, just slumped against the wall, silent as after withdrawal. The addict is like a silly woman who has been thrown away by a scumbag.

Hoffa tentatively walked to her side and carefully looked at her with the monster's eyes. After making sure that there was no danger, he touched the opponent's forehead.

It's cold and scary.

The surging and strange wave of magic power just disappeared, and now Chloe could not detect the slightest wave of magic power on his body, like a Muggle.

"How are you, can you still go?"

The other party was motionless.

Although Hoffa didn't know what happened, he instinctively sympathized with each other as he looked at the girl who looked like an abolished girl in front of him.

In addition, he was afraid that the witches would go and return, he took Chloe's arm, put her on his body, limped out of the back kitchen of the restaurant, and came to the streets of Paris. on.

At this moment, the streets of Paris are still crowded with people, traffic is constantly flowing, the Eiffel Tower in the distance stands up in the sunset, and large swaths of leaves are lit by the afterglow of the setting sun. The flocks of birds hovering in the sky perched on walkways, swinging vines, and suspension bridges like wanderers returning home, chattering everywhere, a peaceful atmosphere.

Standing on the street and watching the sunset, the faint sense of weirdness in Hoffa's heart became strong. When they were locked in the room just now, it was almost noon, but now it was close to dusk.

Could it be that I was in a coma for more than three hours?

After thinking for a while, he didn't have any clues.

Can only ride on Chloe to move on.

When passing by a newsstand, he heard a few Muggles chatting worriedly on the side of the road.

"Three Jews in our community were arrested yesterday."

"You are not a Jew, what does it matter to you?"

"But they are all my neighbors, I can't bear it"

"Thinking too much, German soldiers all over the street, what else do you want to do?"

When the Jews were arrested, Hoffa subconsciously turned to look at the newsstand.

Sure enough, there were several large texts in the newspapers---Jewish residents in Paris will be moved to a fixed gathering point before the 29th.

Hoffa stared at the typesetting for a few seconds, then picked up the newspaper and read it. This news roughly represented some specific French policies for persecuting Jews under German control.

He had heard this news on the radio a long time ago, but looking at it, Hoffa suddenly stood upside down and got goose bumps all over the floor.

After reading the newspaper, he began to check the newsstand quickly. After a long time, he asked the boss of the newsstand.

"Excuse me, is this the latest newspaper today?"

"Which day's newspaper is not the latest one?"

Baoting boss, smoking a cigarette, said lazily with his legs on the table.

"What about the September 1st newspaper?"

Hoffa asked.

The newsstand owner poked his head out of an adult magazine in surprise: "What September 1st?"

"September 1st newspaper, today's newspaper."

Hoffa emphasized.

The newsstand boss spit out the smoke ring: "Are you crazy, can you buy it?"

Hoffa put down the newspaper and shook his head.

"Then don't interfere with my business here. Where can I get the September 1st newspaper on the 28th."

After speaking, he took out a feather duster and waved it a few times in irritation. "Go! Go! Go."

Avoiding the feather duster, Hoffa was not in the mood to be familiar with passers-by at this moment. He dragged Chloe back a few steps in a daze, leaning against a bench in the street.

No, it's already September 1st, and I was a little bit emotional because I didn't go to school at this time. How could it be August 28?

He could no longer remain calm and patted Chloe's face vigorously: "What's the situation?"

Chloe, who was slapped in the face, shook his head and opened his eyes, looking like a gossamer, weak.

But now Hoffa didn't care much, and shook her shoulders vigorously.

"Who are you, where are we?"

"Don't shake don't shake"

Chloe clutched his head and whispered.

Hoffa let go of her hand, and after a while, Chloe recovered a little bit of energy. She glanced at her watch, sighed and said hoarsely: "Go back."

"Reverse? What are you talking about?"

"Go back in time, we are now two days ago."