Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Fifteen years later.

In the summer of 1960, the sun was dazzling.

British Ministry of Magic Building, first floor. In the fireplace used for nostalgic furnishings and viewing, suddenly the light beating, a young man rolled out of the fireplace quite embarrassed, and the pendants and spider orchids on the fireplace clinked and rattled.

However, the young man's reaction was also quite quick, and he reached out and took the falling objects one by one in his hand.

It's just that the clothes on his body are messy, and his hair is covered with ashes. The men who were talking with men wearing suit jackets and briefcases were taken aback, and quickly stepped aside to avoid him.

"Hey, young man, how did you come out of the old-fashioned fireplace." The wizard in a suit pinched his nose. "This thing has been inactive for many years."

The young man did not answer his question, but anxiously asked, "Where is the Minister of Magic's office?"

"Minister of Magic?" The man carrying the briefcase looked at the young man in surprise, "What do you want Minister Bach for?"

"I..."

Before the gray-headed young man had time to speak, he saw a male clerk in a kilt and slippers running up in the distance. He was holding a large stack of documents, running out of breath, and controlled a pair of documents with a floating spell beside him, which made him look like a pile of documents with long legs. He yelled as he ran, "Let's give way, let's give way!!"

That buddy was walking towards an elevator door that was about to close, and he was about to hit him.

"Eh, be careful!"

Baldi rushed over in a flash of lightning, and hurriedly held the elevator door with his hands, and held the elevator door for the pile of legged documents to prevent her from hitting the closed elevator entrance.

"Oh, thank you, man." A young man with thick glasses poked his head from behind the file. He looked at the elevator door with lingering fear and said, "Good man, I almost broke the file. I'm justified. For a whole day."

Baldi followed the man into the elevator, and asked with some eagerness: "Excuse me, on which floor is Minister Bach's office?"

"The Minister visited Moscow today, don't you know?"

The man holding a stack of documents curiously said, "My buddy, is it really good for you to see the Minister of Magic in such a dirty way?"

"I have something important." The young man shook a letter with a red stamp in his hand and emphasized: "Very important thing!"

The man holding the file took a look, he saw the stamp pattern on the stamp clearly, showing a clear expression: "From Hogwarts?"

"Yes," the young man straightened his chest.

"Come with me, I happen to send the signed documents to the minister. But I can remind you that his secretary is not easy to deal with. If you don't explain what you are coming from, she won't let you in at all."

After speaking, the elevator door opened with a ding-dong.

Baldi trot all the way to follow the man holding the documents, and asked in surprise, "So many documents were signed by the Minister alone?"

The young man rolled his eyes: "This is the third time I gave it today. Originally, his secretary did the job, but his secretary recently got his feet off..."

Baldi was stunned. He had long heard that the current Minister of Magic Hoffa Bach was a well-known workaholic, and he did not expect to be more exaggerated than the rumors outside.

Just as they walked through the porch and came to the lobby of the Minister of Magic's office, someone stopped him with dissatisfaction: "Hey, that cockscomb, don't rush in! What do you do?"

Cockscomb Baldi stopped walking and felt combing the hair on his head. The young man who sent the document gave him a "good luck" look, and then trot away holding the document.

Baldi turned his head and looked. It turned out to be a middle-aged woman sitting at the desk, squinting her eyes and looking at him sternly, "What do you look at, you guy, from that department, you have to see the Minister of Magic without an appointment." !?"

Her tone was so terrible that other office workers sitting in the office raised their heads and stared at the intrusive young man with disheveled clothes and messy hair.

"Oh... God...!" Baldi flushed, and he covered his head in annoyance. "Listen, I am not an official of the Ministry of Magic. I am an assistant at Hogwarts. I serve Dumbu. Principal Lido’s order, come and send a letter to the minister."

Dumbledore's letter!

The middle-aged woman's expression eased a little, and he stretched out his hand, "No appointment, please give me the letter, and I will help you pass it on."

Everyone in the office looked at him curiously. Baldi only felt stressed, but he still stubbornly hid the letter behind him.

This action caused some people in the office to laugh. Baldi didn't know what they were laughing at. But it must be related to the middle-aged woman.

Sure enough, the middle-aged woman limped out from behind the desk and walked to Bardi with a bad expression.

"Hey, brat, you're afraid you didn't deliberately make it difficult for me to work for me. The minister's letter must be approved by me before it can be passed on to the minister. If you don't know anything, don't blame me for calling Auror over... ."

"Damn!"

Baldi was anxious. He looked around and whispered in the woman's ear, "The content of the letter is about the minister's children... I have something to say to the minister in person."

It was about the minister's child. The meanness on the middle-aged woman's face quickly disappeared. She limped back to the desk, grabbed the phone quickly, flicked a few buttons, and the call was connected. She covered the microphone, said a few words quickly, and pointed at Baldi with her eyes.

Soon, the middle-aged woman put down the phone, pointed to a group of sofas in the distance, and said lightly: "Go there and wait. You are lucky. The minister will be back from Moscow in half an hour."

call...

Baldi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling less anxious.

He sat on the sofa and waited. The people in the Minister of Magic's office continued their respective work, busy but quiet.

After waiting for a while, Baldi saw that no one was paying attention to him anymore, so he wandered around the office a little curiously. This is the pinnacle of power in the magical world, but it looks surprisingly ordinary.

There are not many special decorations in the entire office, but there are a lot of photos hung. The photos are all black and white. A closer look reveals that they are all old photos more than ten years ago. The content of the photos are mostly tragic and real war scenes.

Bardi was born in the new generation. He has no memory of the protracted war in the old days, but he is also in the book, and teachers and elders have heard of it. It is by far the best in the wizarding world. The terrible war is also the most cutting-edge change.

Following the photo wall, he came to the glass curtain wall of the Ministry of Magic Building, and slowly flew over a white airship in the sky outside the glass windows. Under the airship, there is a continuous flow of magic flying carpet, pieces of floating high-rise buildings, some vehicles flying around in the sky, and the lush forest beside the road.

The incomparable prosperity outside was in sharp contrast with the tragic picture in the photo. Bardi suddenly realized the minister's intention for such a layout. Did he hang the pictures of the past on the wall to remind himself all the time?

Just thinking about it, there was a commotion in the porch.

A few Aurors walked from the hall with a middle-aged man in a dark black wizard robe. He was in his thirties, with black and white hair and full of energy. Next to him, while running and flipping through the documents in his hand, he kept talking.

Baldi immediately recognized the man in the crowd, although he had seen Hoffa Bach countless times in the poster and on the magic broadcast station-the man who ended the war and rebuilt the wizarding society, the only magic in history to be re-elected for three consecutive terms. The minister is also one of the strongest figures in the world. He is the idol of countless young wizards, and Bardi has read his speeches countless times, but when he really stood in front of the Minister of Magic, his legs were still weak.

"Ba...Minister Bach..."

When Hoffa passed by him, he stammered and shouted.

He was probably too busy, or maybe the secretary next to him was too able to talk. A group of people walked past Bardi, and no one noticed Bardi.

Seeing that the Minister of Magic was about to enter the office, Baldi finally gathered the courage and shouted: "Minister Bach!"

Hearing someone calling him, Hoffa couldn't help but turn his head to look, and saw a cockscomb boy covered in ashes standing in his office, slightly surprised.

"Ba...Bach...Minister, I...I...I have something to look for you..."

Baldi knotted his tongue, stammered, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

The Auror who was next to the Minister of Magic saw him face to face, and his body was in a mess, and his expression was bad.

Hoffa immediately reached out and stopped a few Aurors, and said gently: "What's the matter with you, speak slowly."

Baldi looked at the Aurors next to him, gritted his teeth, and whispered a few words in Hoffa's ear.

After listening to Hoffa, he nodded blankly, pressed the young man's back, and led him into his office. As soon as the door closed, he sighed: "How did Dumbledore deal with it?"

A few Aurors are gone, and so does the twitter secretary. Baldi was relieved immediately. He stopped stuttering and said earnestly: "Since you have a lot of opportunities, Principal Dumbledore had to contact your wife first and wanted her to help, but after your wife went, he instead I ran to the highest point of the Ravenclaw Tower and refused to come down."

Hoffa sighed: "I see, now, he hasn't come down yet."

"I rode up on a flying broomstick and picked him up, and gave him to your wife. Your wife was so angry that she was really angry... so Principal Dumbledore wrote you this letter. Letter, let me forward it to you in person, and he asked me to tell you that everything is fine at school now. But if you can, please take some time to accompany him, otherwise..."

Baldi hesitated and stopped.

"I understand." Hoffa said gently, and he patted the young man on the back. "Thank you, Baldi, for your hard work."

The young man was shocked and asked with extreme surprise: "You, how do you know my name?"

"I heard Dumbledore mention you a long time ago, the Hufflepuff seeker, the first in points at the end of the four consecutive years. I also watched your Quidditch match, the match you played against Ravenclaw. , Very exciting, very exciting." Hoffa praised.

The young man's eyes were full of tears, his whole body was shaking with excitement, and he felt that the man was shining all over.

Hoffa smiled and helped him straighten out the messy collar, and said jokingly: "However, next time you come to the Ministry of Magic, remember to come by Super Floo. The stove is now a souvenir. You will be compensated if you break it."

"I...I got it..." The strongman Baldi was in tears and trembling in excitement.

It would be an honor to let others know about Hoffa Bach, Minister of Magic, and three consecutive terms of Minister of Magic. He has not only watched his games, remembered his name, and even helped himself to organize his collar. one thing.

"Okay, go back and say sorry to Professor Dumbledore for me." Hoffa patted him on the shoulder.

"I understand." Baldi took a deep breath and said with an unusually calm attitude.

"Very good." Hoffa said with appreciation.

The young wizard nodded, solemnly turned and left the room of the Minister of Magic's office. The passing female secretary looked at his sudden meticulous appearance and couldn't help but curl her lips. I thought it was another guy who was conquered by the minister's charm.

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However, in the office, after the young wizard had left, Hoffa leaned on the chair very tired. Meetings with foreign wizards consumed a lot of his energy. There are still a lot of tedious government affairs waiting for him to deal with. The newly revised wizard education bill needs to be signed by him. The increasing scarcity of magic materials needs to be solved by him. The maintenance of domestic stability requires a lot of energy. .

In contrast, the craziest adventures in my youth were nothing compared to this life.

And now, Dumbledore sent him another letter...looked at the desk calendar on the table, September 1. He took out his wand, turned it into a letter opener, and opened the letter Dumbledore had written to him.

After reading it, Hoffa showed such a wry smile. He clutched his forehead and groaned with a headache: "Oh... uh... you kid..."

The content of Dumbledore’s letter is very subtle. It probably means that his newly enrolled son beat up a few children of the same age as soon as he entered school. It is very stubborn. Dumbledore hopes that he can take time to talk with him in private. Talk, accompany him.

Seeing the content of this letter, Hoffa was heartbroken, and he wished to go back and train the stupid boy immediately.

However, the brief mood swing did not knock him down, he put down the letter and began to review the documents at his desk. While piercing, he ran the So-Hum curse that Silby taught him, and his mind was calm in a simple breath.

Two hours later, he finally raised his head from the pile of documents, rubbed his temples a little tiredly, and pressed the bell on the table.

The messenger secretary working outside the door came in and asked, "Minister, what's your order."

The moment the secretary came in, the fatigue on Hoffa's face disappeared completely, and he became energetic and sat upright. He quickly signed the document in front of him.

"Prepare, hand this batch of documents to Director Helga, and tell him that I have read the approval of the Department of Transportation. I will start construction without any accident. I want to see 20 Super Floo Networks by the end of the year."

"Ok."

The secretary hurried forward and took over the papers in Hoffa's hand.

After signing a few copies, Hoffa ordered: "Also, let Richard of the Magical Goods Supervision Department verbally inform him to strengthen the control of contraband on the market this year. In addition, let the legal department's people tomorrow morning. Come see me for a meeting with him."

"I got it." The secretary took out a small notebook, wrote it down, and said hesitantly: "Minister Bach."

"Ok?"

The secretary said: "The former director of the Department of Environmental Protection, Raymond Denton has always wanted to see you. He seems to be miserable for his life in the reserve."

"No," Hoffa said calmly: "Tell the old slippery head, when will he restore the unicorn herd in the Western Forest to the level before his tenure, and when will he come to see me again.

"understood."

Hoffa handed the signed documents to the secretary, thought for a while and said, "Oh, yes, let Klopner help Miranda to host the press conference of the Department of International Affairs tonight. She may not be there today."

"This..." The always obedient and clever secretary hesitated.

"What's the matter, Phyllis?"

"Minister, your wife... but famously punctual and... (secretary wording for a few seconds)... uh... strong, if she knows that Klopner helps her organize the press conference, maybe Will be unhappy."

Hoffa knew it well, thinking that the last time she had fired several subordinates because of being too strict. It's no wonder that his secretary is fearful. However, Dumbledore wrote to himself today, I'm afraid he must let Miranda take a vacation.

"It's okay, let Crowe go, I will take care of her." Hoffa said gently, "Thank you."

"It should be."

The secretary stopped talking.

She took the shaky documents that Hoffa had handed to her, almost half a meter thick, and walked out of the minister's office.

After approving the documents, Hoffa stood up, took a sip of tea, emptied a little in the chair, and stood up. Walked into the portal in the corner and said briefly: "Bach House."