Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

At six o'clock in the evening, the two had a dinner on the first floor of the hotel in exceptional silence. No one said a word to each other. After the meal, Hoffa went directly to the suite.

He lay on the bed, thinking about the future arrangements.

However, at eight o'clock in the evening, there was a knock on the door.

Hoffa was a little surprised: "Please come in."

The door opened, and Osivia, who had just taken a shower, appeared at the door wearing a green dressing gown. She was holding something in her hand and dressed as she was before going to bed.

However, her wet hair is still meticulous with a hairnet for sleeping.

"Mind if I come in?" she asked.

Hoffa shook his head and lifted the quilt up a bit.

She sat down by Hoffa's bed, and the smell of shampoo in the air suddenly became a bit richer. Hoffa keenly observed that there was a string of emerald green necklace on her white chest where she could see the cyan blood vessels. The necklace contained mysterious magical waves.

Osivia said: "I hope you don't mind the daytime affairs. My job is more complicated than you think."

Hoffa was absent-minded: "Um."

"However, to thank you for cooperating with my work." Osivia said, "As compensation, do you want to hear the story?"

While speaking, she raised her arm and shook the book in her hand with the illustration of a piglet.

"Peter Poem Story Collection"

Hoffa almost didn't spit out the other side of the salt soda. Is this guy planning to tell himself a bedtime story? How small is she in her eyes.

"No need, no need."

Hoffa shook his hand out of the phantom.

"You better go back and rest early."

Osivia froze for a moment. She probably didn't expect Hoffa to refuse so simply.

"Angry?"

"How come." Hoffa smiled reluctantly.

"Okay." She stood up and pressed the light switch at the door.

"You stay in the hotel well, don't run around, understand?"

"Ok."

"good night."

"Wait a minute, Senior Sister Osivia." Hoffa stopped her suddenly.

"what's happenin?"

"I want to ask, when shall we go back?"

"From mid-July to August, wait until I finish this side of things."

"OK, good night."

Patter.

The room was dark.

After half an hour of silence, the lights in the room turned on again.

Only this time, Hoffa stood neatly on the head of the bed. In other words, he didn't take off his clothes at all. He opened the cabinet, threw his bag on his back, and then. He was standing at the door of his room wearing socks and shoes.

Hoffa held the doorknob and thought for a while, thinking that it would be difficult to be sent by Dippet to perform unknown tasks.

If she was her, she would definitely use defensive spells at the door to prevent unknown events from happening.

Sure enough, Hoffa opened his mental field and felt a little bit.

He immediately felt a magical breath near the exit, which should be a warning spell. Not only that, he also felt an inexplicable green snake slowly walking in the corner of the living room. If you go out by yourself, I'm afraid you will be spotted by that little snake in an instant.

"Sure enough, Sister Osivia."

Hoffa said lightly.

Ghost walk!

After that, he opened the door, and the whole person disappeared into the material world. Those magical fluctuations could not hinder him at all, and the green snake could not detect his existence at all.

In this way, he calmly passed through the two doors, through the protective spell set by Osivia. Quietly came to the corridor of the hotel. As soon as he got out of the corridor, he put on his shoes and carried his bag, and walked all the way down the stairs.

He didn't know if Osivia would come to him, but Hoffa still wanted to settle the work quickly. If he was caught and arrested, it would not be so easy to run out again.

But when he walked to the counter during the day, Raymond was off work. There was only one old black woman mopping the floor, and that woman was about five Hoffa's waist circumference.

Hoffa ran to her and hurriedly asked: "Where is Raymond? Where is Raymond?"

*%#(?o?;;)#@￥-^*#

The huge black woman patted her mountain-like chest, shouting in a bird's language that she didn't understand, as if she had eaten a cockroach.

Hoffa was anxious and pointed to the counter: "Raymond, Raymond Le Brun."

The black woman waved irritably, shouting excitedly in the African native language that she didn't understand at all.

"TF!"

Hoffa hurriedly gave up and asked the old black woman who only spoke the native language. The old woman was still cursing in unknown language behind him.

He ran out of the porch, passing by a group of women in ancient bathing suits playing in the pool, and came to the place where the doorman was during the day.

The doorman was standing guard, and Hoffa slammed to a stop in front of him.

He immediately smiled professionally.

"Where is Raymond Le Brun?" Hoffa asked, "I have something to do with him."

The doorman thought for a moment: "Oh, Mr. Le Brun is now resting in the underground winery."

Although the doorman also has a strong French accent in English, he can communicate at any rate.

"Take me over."

"PLZ follow me."

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.

Following the doorman through several arched stone cloisters, Hoffa entered the underground winery full of brown floor tiles, and he saw the coquettish old man sitting in the crowd laughing loudly.

Raymond was sitting at the gambling table, playing cards with others.

Not only did he blush with a thick neck when he drank, he hugged two exposed girls, who were still feeding him and drinking from time to time.

It was too late to express too much emotion about the lives of these French guys.

He stepped forward quickly and slapped Raymond Le Brun's shoulder with a slap.

"Hey!"

The old man turned his head with drunken eyes and thought for a long time before remembering.

"Oh, oh. It's you, the one who can transform, what's the matter, are you coming for a drink?"

As he said, he took a glass of wine juice from the female companion next to him and handed it to Hoffa.

The alcohol in his mouth made Hoffa dizzy, so he quickly took the cup and put it on the table.

"Thank you, uh, the job you mentioned this afternoon, I want to take it."

"jobs?"

Raymond was already drunk: "Hiccup, let me... let me find a key job?"

"What to find the key, handicapped, kid." Hoffa reminded him with his breath.

"Oh~ the one from Spencer's house."

Raymond suddenly realized that he pushed away the two women around him, stood up, put his hands in his pants pockets and turned them over for a long time. Turned out a large number of plates, counted for a long time, took out one and handed it to Hoffa.

"701, go, hiccup. Just say... it's me, hiccup, the recommended candidate. However, let me advise you that that kid has a weird temper. It is not easy to pass his interview."

"Interview?" Hoffa was shocked.

But Raymond had already begun to yell and continue to play cards, so he was so happy.

Hoffa had to take the number plate and quickly walked out of the underground winery and entered the hotel elevator.

701, it should be on the top floor of the hotel.

When he got out of the old-fashioned sliding door elevator and came to the top of the hotel. He found that there was only one room here.

Room 701.

On the waiting seat at the door of the room, two young men in suits and leather shoes were sitting. Their hair was red and yellow, Erlang's legs crossed, and briefcases, their expressions were solemn.

It's so late, how come there are guys dressed up as clerks here, Hoffa muttered in his heart.

Just as he was about to push the door in, a yellow-haired young man in the seat spoke up.

"Are you here to apply?"

Hoffa nodded in surprise.

"Don't you know the queue? We've been in line for a day." Another red-haired young man said unhappily.

Hoffa's eyes widened, this... why do you want to earn 50 gallons, so many people have to compete with him.

Is the world so difficult already.

Things have gone beyond Hoffa's expectations.

Since there was only one bench around, Hoffa nodded slightly to the two of them and sat down.

The two young men snorted slightly. They were wearing black suits, bow ties, golden watches and bright leather shoes, and there was no place on their bodies that was not marked with the word "Elite".

The three of them sat quietly for a while, and the yellow-haired young man beside Hoffa asked, "What is your professional?"

"Professional? I..." Hoffa didn't think of it for a while. "magic?"

The two young people were taken aback, and then laughed out, "Haha, magic? Are you the clown who ran out of the circus."

"Don't be kidding, you should go back and find your mother for a child like you."

Hoffa looked at the two carefully, and said in surprise: "Are you Muggles?"

Red-haired young man: "What is a Muggle?"

The young man Huang Fa was unhappy and said: "Hey, what are you talking about? I am a professional lawyer who graduated from the University of Lisbon and specializes in handling financial affairs and has a first-level lawyer's license."

Hoffa was even more confused, and he took out the number plate and looked at it again, wondering if Raymond was drunk and drunk stupid and gave himself the wrong number plate. Why do I apply for an **** for Busbarton students and meet top students who graduated from Muggle University.

At this moment, another young man next to him snorted coldly. He glanced at the yellow-haired man and said, "University of Lisbon, lawyer's card? I want to apply for this job even with that little ability."

With that, he opened his briefcase like a show.

In the briefcase, there are all kinds of shiny documents.

"I have a first-level medical doctor certificate, a first-level nutritionist certificate, a first-level nurse practitioner certificate, a first-level psychologist certificate, and even a special nursing license for the disabled. No one is more suitable to be Spencer than me. Mr. Er’s secretary."

Hoffa was listening to it, and it took a while before he suddenly realized something was weird.

Spencer, why is this surname so familiar?

So he asked the redhead.

"Who is this Mr. Spencer?"

"Yeah!" The red-haired man pinched the orchid finger and pushed his glasses in exclamation: "Why do you apply for a job but don't even know your employer's information."

Hoffa glanced at his orchid finger and said, "I only received the news this afternoon."

"How can you be able to apply like this?" The red-haired man said arrogantly: "Spencer is one of the oldest families in France. Their history can be traced back over a thousand years. There are countless assets all over Europe. The descendants of each generation of Spencer are the richest, most outstanding, and best men in Europe. The young Silby Spencer of this generation is even more..."

Silby...

Hoffa always felt that the name was more familiar.

The familiar is a bit inexplicable, where did he hear the name.

Where is it?

Finally, his face changed.

When Indor took himself to Gringotts to scam money last year, didn't he just pretend to be a guy named Silby Spencer! ! !

boom!

The door of room 701 opens suddenly

The redhead stopped talking.

A fat man in the same suit and leather shoes got out of the room with sweat and sweat, his crotch was wet.

A dark-skinned little girl said coldly behind him: "It's your turn, come here."

That dark-skinned girl was the mopper Hoffa saw during the day, Nancy.

As soon as she finished speaking, the young man who graduated from Lisbon University stood up proudly and looked at the fat man with wet crotch in disdain.

But the dark-skinned little girl said a little irritably: "You three, come in together, Mr. Spencer is tired."