Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After the boy landed on the ground, he stood up after a roll, holding a piece of glass that he picked up from the ground like a fencer, and holding a magic bottle on his waist with his right hand, and said in shock, "Hey, who are you? Why are you here? Here!?"

Hoffa looked at him up and down, and said slowly, "I am the one who should ask this question. Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Don't pretend to be advanced." The boy clutched the big bag on his forehead, "Don't stay in a safe area at this time, and run to such a place privately. It's either a black witch or a strange one... Wait... ..."

Moonlight appeared from the dark clouds again, illuminating Hoffa's face and his shining pupils. The boy in the Hufflepuff wizard's robe widened his eyes and looked at him in surprise.

"Gray hair, yellow eyes, you...you are actually you!! You are not the one, Hoffa of Ravenclaw, Hoffabach?"

Hoffa lifted his arms, and then, the boy rushed forward, looking like he was about to faint, and pulled his arm up, "Man, you have been missing for a year!! A whole year, my God!" !!!"

The boy shook his arm again, leaned back against the wall, and shook his head vigorously: "Wait, are you real or fake? Did someone pretend to be you with the compound decoction?"

"No, it's wrong, it's wrong, you must be true if you can dissolve my polymorphism so easily, right?"

He persuaded himself in this way and pounced again.

"I want to tell my friends. Tell them who I saw, wait... where is my owl? Where is my owl? Damn! Jasmine, where have you been?"

With a sharp whistle, a black-and-yellow spotted owl flew out of the hole in the cabin, dropped a finger on his shoulder, and let out a cry of dissatisfaction.

"Oh, how many times have I told you that the things outside are not clean and there are bacteria." The boy twisted his fingers in his owl's beak and threw it away, and exploded its fur, "I need you." Send me a letter, okay?"

The owl gave a cry of dissatisfaction.

"That's a little way, a little way." The boy took a roll of sheepskin from the pocket of his robe and added a quill pen. He licked the quill and was about to write.

"Wait a minute." Hoffa interrupted the somewhat neurotic boy indifferently.

"What's the matter? Hoffa."

"Don't rush to deliver the letter. I haven't asked you yet. What are you doing here? You are wearing Hufflepuff's wizard robe. You probably haven't graduated yet."

"Oh, this!"

The boy held his chest proudly, "This year the school will send students above the fifth grade out to perform patrol missions in various cities. Those who can be selected are the elites.

Seeing his sullen look, Hoffa was a little speechless. For a long time, I have been dealing with all kinds of insidious and cunning guys. The innocence and pride in Hogwarts seems to be a long time ago, I have to say. If you come out to perform such a dangerous task, you must disguise yourself. The more inconspicuous the better, how can you wear the academy's robes grandiosely. In case, if you really encounter a serious black witch, wouldn't it be clear to let others cast a spell on your face?

"I didn't ask why you were selected. I asked what you did on this ship. Also, have you seen the crew and passengers on this ship?"

"I have planted a defensive spell in the coastal area under my jurisdiction, but half a month ago, all the defensive spells I placed were inexplicably invalid. I followed the traces of the spell and found the wrecked ship. Freighter, then, I met you."

The boy sat down on the stairs, "Hey, I said, can't you tell me in advance when you come back, just find it like this, but it scares me to death."

Hoffa didn't catch it. He touched his chin and thought for a moment. The defensive spell was destroyed. It must have been done by the wizard. It seems that Mans has already sneaked into England, but he doesn't know where he is now.

"Why, do you have any clues, Hoffa. If you can tell me, it might be of great help."

"What is your name?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." The boy with a wide chin said excitedly: "I'm Ryan in the sixth grade, Ryan Garethn, do you remember? Hufflepuff College batter. Me. One grade higher than you."

"Sorry. Hoffa shook his head: "I have no interest in Quidditch. "

The boring answer was like cold water, which dampened the enthusiasm of Hufflepuff’s students. He scratched his head in embarrassment, "Well, it's interesting. If you can come back, I really recommend you to watch it." Look, if I can still play Quidditch in the future."

"It's been almost a week since I landed here, but no one has seen it. What about the people in this place?" Hoffa asked himself.

"People around...?"

For some reason, Ryan shrugged helplessly: "They are all gathered, after all, everyone has been together to keep warm these days."

"Where are you gathering?"

Hoffa asked.

"Bournemouth, if you can find it. However, no one but me in this area can take you to find it. Because it was cast by the Ministry of Magic with an invisible curse."

"Why?" Hoffa was surprised.

"The current situation in the wizarding world is very tense. Some time ago, a small town in Ireland was slaughtered by necromancers who hadn't seen it for a long time. The whole city was transformed into an army of corpses. The whole country was panic. That guy was killed by our people, but after this incident, people from the Ministry of Magic imposed an invisible curse on all cities to prevent evil wizards from entering and leaving British cities."

"It's terrible."

Hoffa took a breath, "A city, how many people are there."

"Thousands," Ryan sighed: "These years, the powerful wizards and wizard families have been unscrupulously accumulating power, and it is not uncommon for terrible things to happen."

"Take me over."

Hoffa said incontrovertibly. After he finished speaking, he felt that he was a little too arbitrary and calmed down: "I brought the people on this ship to Britain. I am responsible to them. I hope you can understand."

Ryan was not surprised at all. He grinned and gave a thumbs up: "Of course I will help you, Hoffa. But having said that, can I write a letter to my friend now?"

Hoffa threw his wand back to him: "No."

Ryan: "......"

Led by the newly met Hufflepuff’s sixth-grade students, they left the stranded freighter and hurriedly headed inland.

Along the way, Ryan caught Hoffa and kept asking questions, from why he left Hogwarts, asking what he was doing recently, and asking if he knew the hot news in the wizarding world in Britain, and finally asked again and again. What did he eat during the day.

Ryan is a very typical Hufflepuff, excellent, warm-hearted, but a bit too familiar. Hoffa couldn't bear his verbosity and didn't want to pester him too much. He just wanted to find Chloe quickly and tell her the news that he found the clue.

However, when he returned to their resting place, the nun was nowhere to be seen, and even the fire on the ground was extinguished.

Hoffa's brain buzzed. The first thing he thought of was that the nun went to the field to relieve his hand, but the messy footprints on the ground were denying his idea, and Chloe was taken away.

Is it a human?

Look carefully, the footprint on the ground has four toes, the toes and heels are very separated, and the back section is very short, as if someone stepped on the ground on tiptoes.

His heart thumped and thumped, getting colder and colder. It feels like saving money for a long time to buy a new mobile phone, and the mobile phone is stolen in a blink of an eye. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. This was the third time that the nun had disappeared. Before that, he didn't care much about Chloe's life or death, let alone her thoughts. He chose to **** her only because of her amazing ability.

But this time, he couldn't stop worrying about it. Britain is no longer what it used to be. In this perilous land, will she encounter accidents? He regretted not waking her up just now and not taking her with him.

Looking at Hoffa, who was standing still in place like Petrochemical, Ryan was curious, "What's wrong with you?"

"My friend, my friend is gone!"

He jumped to a high place and called Chloe's name loudly, but no one answered. Did not see any creatures. Above the empty town, the moonlight is cold and blue.

Gary drew out his wand and walked to the burning embers of the fire. He looked at the footprints on the ground under the Fluorescent Charm. He raised his head and said to Hoffa: "The people from Bournemouth took her."

"Man, you are teasing me, this is clearly the footprint of a wild beast."

"Yes, indeed." Ryan shook his head again: "The situation here is very complicated, and I can't explain it to you for a while. In short, you come to Bournemouth with me first."

He put away his wand and ran away a few steps, "Are you coming?"

Hoffa gritted his teeth and looked at the place where the nun had disappeared, put away the unnecessary blame, and followed Ryan.

Ryan said to the owl on his shoulder: "Jasmine, you lead the way." The owl screamed, spreading its wings and flew away. Ryan followed the Owl, and Hoffa followed him.

Ryan may have noticed that Hoffa was in a bad mood and didn't bother him anymore. The two of them kept on driving like this, from night to dawn, from dawn to noon.

Under the dazzling sunlight, they came to the outer edge of a city, which looked the same as other places, empty, and apart from the broken buildings, there was no one person, and there was nothing special about it.

However, Ryan unwrapped a green potion bottle around his waist and poured it down along the air.

The scene in front of me is like a photo corroded by a certain acid liquid, dissolving a breach that is large enough for one person to pass through, and inside is another world.

Ryan put away the bottle and tapped it on his body with a magic wand. He disappeared into the air, and the invisible Ryan said: "You'd better be invisible too, don't let people in this city see you."

Hofayyan entered a state of disillusionment.

After the two transparent people entered the gap, the space behind them quickly grew and recovered, and the gap disappeared.

They stood on the roof of a building in the city, and the dazzling sunlight on the roof flew past several crows foraging. Overlooking the street, Hoffa saw some pedestrians coming and going, very sparsely populated.

"Bournemouth?"

"Yes." Ryan, who was invisible, blew a whistle. The owl in the sky landed on the drying rack on the roof. Ryan opened a door on the roof: "Go, I'll show you the city. "

The two came to the street from the roof, the city is no different from the ordinary Muggle cities you see on weekdays. Commercial streets, residential buildings, and some service industries.

But the streets were very deserted, with only a few soldiers patrolling and some shaky drunks.

At first glance, they looked no different from the usual Muggle cities, but Hoffa noticed something wrong with their pale faces and restrained behavior. Each of those soldiers wore thick gloves, as if trying hard. Avoid physical contact.

"What do you think of this city?" Ryan asked.

"There are very few people, very few." Hoffa frowned.

"Speaking of which you might not believe it," Ryan sighed. "When you first came here a month ago, there were still a lot of people here."

"What happened to them?"

Hoffa pointed to the corner of the street. There were a few British soldiers wearing thick leather jackets. They hurriedly passed by carrying a stretcher. The stretcher was covered with black cloth and could not see what was underneath.

"When dressed like this, there are any diseases or wars."

"Both." Ryan said briefly.

"Both?"

Ryan looked at the sky and said, "It's better to see if you hear it. You come to my place with me first, and you will know what's going on here in the evening."

"Why can't you find it during the day?" Hoffa was unhappy, he didn't want to procrastinate at all, since he came to this city, he wanted to find Chloe immediately.

"Trust me, if your friends were taken away by people in this city, they would never show up during the day." He pointed to the closed doors and windows on the street, "In this city, during the day You can't see anything, they are all sleeping."

Hoffa looked at the windows. Although the sun in the sky was dazzling, it couldn't make him feel the slightest warmth. He could feel the gloom and fear hidden behind the houses, as if the power of the sun had been taken away by something. .

There is no good way, he is not familiar with it at all. He had to agree and followed Ryan to an ordinary apartment in the city.

This is similar to the apartment of the future single young people, with messy sheets and socks scattered all over the floor, there are a few wizard magazines on the bed, and a bit of the Daily Prophet.

Ryan poured him a cup of tea and brought him some snacks. But he had no appetite. He just stood by the window, carefully separated the curtains, opened only a slit wide by his thumb, and looked out.

In the deadly huge apartment complex. None of the lights are on. On the opposite side of the building group, the huge building is covered with a mess of rebuilt greenhouse balconies and ubiquitous wire antennas. The straight lines are sharp and dangerous.

If it were yesterday, he would be very happy to meet an alumnus, at least to fill his stomach for a short time. But now, the anxiety in his heart has rapidly expanded with the passage of time, and the city has a sickly feeling, so he can't help but think about the safety of the nun.

At dusk, he slept for about three hours with anxiety. It's not so much sleep, it's a false sleep, because the guy Ryan has been talking to his owl jilily and talking endlessly, as if the owl was his girlfriend.

......

......

"Wake up."

As it approached early morning, Ryan woke him up.

At this moment, his Hogwarts school robe has been repaired with a new spell, his wand is inserted in the calf leather sleeve, and the magic element bottle on his waist is shining with orange or blue light, looking fully armed.

"Hoffa, it's time."

"Can you change your clothes?" Hoffa rubbed his eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "Do you have to wear Hogwarts uniforms to perform tasks?"

"Why change? This is my pride."

The Hufflepuff boy smiled and said, "Do you want to turn your outfit into a Ravenclaw school uniform, so that we are the Hogwarts adventure duo."

"Also exploring the two heroes... Your brain is really sick."

Hoffa pushed him away and stood up, putting on his Martin boots. The two phantoms once again disappeared into the air, from where they were hiding to the street.

Good guy, there are too many people than during the day.

They got out of every corner of the city as if they were going to the market, and got together in twos and threes in the dark corner, not knowing what to do. There was excitement and hunger on his face.

A faint smell of fishy sweetness permeated the air. The smell penetrated Hoffa's nostrils, making him a little nauseous. A certain morbid atmosphere began to intensify, and there was still some inexplicable atmosphere in it.

"What happened, this place?"

They passed by a group of crazy-faced men. In the disillusioned state, Hoffa asked Ryan.

Ryan took him to a corner of the extinguished street lamp post, pointed to a fuzzy white shadow, and said: "Look for yourself, thieves are irritating."

Looking closer, well, under the extinguished street lamp, he saw a man holding a delicate but pale blond woman, licking and sucking obsessively on her chest. And the woman stroked his head, while stroking it, sharp canine teeth grew from her mouth. The lips grew bigger and bigger, and they almost cracked to the base of the ears.

The man didn't notice it at all, and even when the big, outrageous mouth was bitten down hard, he still held the grapes in his mouth like an orgasm.

vampire!