Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The three of them filed in and entered the room.

If Hoffa first saw his hotel room, he thought it was a good place. So now it seems that poverty has restricted his imagination.

This room is completely comparable to the fairy office he saw last time in Gringotts. The room occupies a huge area, elegantly studded with silver carpets, towering mahogany cabinets, exquisite porcelain in the corner, and in the corner. A black piano.

Of course, the most striking thing was the center of the room, where Hoffa saw a young man in a wheelchair.

He was three or four years older than himself, wrapped in a thick gray blanket, and looked about fifteen or sixteen. He is handsome, with white hair, gray eyes, and pale complexion. Mottled moonlight shone on him.

It's like a vampire who doesn't see light all year round, and it's like an old and faded empty shell.

What's more noticeable is that on his right hand side, there is an oversized cup with a huge transparent straw protruding from the cup. The straw goes around his neck and stops at his mouth.

His bleak eyes swept across the faces of several people, and paused for a while on Hoffa's face.

"You are also applying for the job?"

"Ok."

Hoffa lowered his head, thinking it was a coincidence. Last year, I went to Gringotts with Induo and cheated 5000 gold coins with this guy's name. Now that I see the deity, I will inevitably feel embarrassed.

Silby opened his mouth and drew saliva from the huge straw.

"sit."

The three sat on the sofa.

"I'll just ask a few words," said the boy wrapped in a blanket, "Do you know Spanish?"

Huang Fanan said immediately: "Yes, I can not only speak Spanish, but also Italian, French, Portuguese, German, and even Russian."

The red-haired man frowned and said very upset: "I can speak four languages, English, Spanish, French, and German."

"How about you?"

Hoffa lowered his head: "No."

"Then what will you do?" the boy asked calmly.

"Chinese English."

Hoffa said.

Chinese? The other two people looked at each other as if they heard something very weird, and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Silby asked quietly. The two of them shut up immediately, but this small boy has an amazing aura.

"Why do you want this job." The boy continued to ask.

The yellow-haired man has a chest: "In order to improve my ability, I always think that only the collision between genius and genius can produce the most beautiful sparks. At this point, I am very confident."

Redhead man: "Humanistic care and helping others are things I have always wanted to do. Especially for people with disabilities, I have always cherished great love and believe that it is the most glorious thing to let them live an active life."

Silby looked up at the ceiling for a while, then turned his eyes to Hoffa: "How about you?"

Hoffa frowned: "Lack of money."

The other two couldn't help it, and they frowned at Hoffa.

But Silby was unmoved. He asked weakly, "Work experience."

Hoffa was a little unhappy, but just sent people to Spain, why did he do it like selecting a presidential secretary.

"Administrative management, I am the best." Huang Fa-nan said. "Including financial management and asset restructuring. By the way, my internship is the British Prime Minister Chamberlain. He speaks highly of me."

The red-haired man squinted at him, unbuttoned his briefcase proudly, and revealed his ID.

"I have the world's most authoritative first-level nutritionist, first-level nurse, and first-level mental health doctor certified, and I have served many non-profit charitable organizations. I believe that Mr. Silby will definitely be in my Under the care of him, the experience has never been before..."

While the red-haired man was talking about it, Silby looked up at the ceiling, as if for a while in a state of wandering, and suddenly became interested in the carvings on the ceiling.

Finally, the redhead finished talking about his resume.

"Mr...?"

"Mr."

"Mr. Spencer?"

Silby lowered his head, as if he had just reacted.

The little black girl who had been standing at the door stepped forward, carrying the pot and starting to help him refill the cup with water.

Can be the next second.

Little Black Girl suddenly threw the kettle at the three of them, took out a fruit knife from her pocket like lightning, and stabbed the paralyzed teenager with her elbow like lightning.

Killing intent!

Suddenly in the sleepy scene, Hoffa's hair stood up, and it was useless to chant the spell at such a close distance.

The reaction time left for him was less than a second.

He directly initiates the technique of conversion

Life transition

Life: 8

Magic: 2

In the midst of a severe headache, Hoffa's muscles swelled. He kicked off the chair and threw out like lightning. He hugged the girl's waist and pressed her on the carpet, rubbing the whole person more than 3 meters away.

"What are you doing!?"

Hoffa pressed the opponent's wrist and asked in surprise.

That knife was cold and shining. This was not a joke, it was a real knife.

The little girl smiled and compared her finger to a muzzle, and made a shooting gesture at Hoffa's head.

"Bang, you reacted very quickly."

Silby was sitting in a wheelchair, looking sideways coldly at the two young men who were sitting on the chair with their mouths open. The warm water in the pot slowly dripped from their faces and slid on their crotch.

Silby said: "The door is at the back door, you can get out."

The two of them hadn't realized what was going on, their faces were pale, and they got out of the room wet.

The wheelchair grumbled and came to Hoffa. Hoffa let go of the little girl, frowned and stood up. Now he can't figure out the wheelchair boy in front of him.

The little black girl Nancy picked up the fruit knife, went out, and brought it to the door.

Only Hoffa and Silby were left in the room.

"What about your work experience?" Silby asked softly.

"No."

Silby stuck out his tongue and grumbled the liquid from the straw. After sucking it for a long time, he spoke slowly.

What is your name.

"Hoffa Bach."

"Are you a wizard?"

"Aren't you? I heard Raymond say that you are a student of Busbarton."

Silby didn't speak, but looked at Hoffa carefully.

"Well, that's right." Hoffa nodded.

"I am a wizard."

"How old are you."

"15." Hoffa said.

"I am 15, why do you look a lot younger than me."

"Short," Hoffa said.

"Even if you are 15 years old, shouldn't you stay at home obediently at this time? Do your homework, eat some ice cream, write letters with your girlfriend?"

The wheelchair turned, and he turned to Hoffa's right hand.

"Inexpensive clothes, the price and workmanship will not exceed 20 shillings, the old shoes that have been worn for more than a year, but there is a precious Francois magic watch on your body, why did you show up at the Le Brun Hotel?"

"Then why did you keep me behind?"

Hoffa directly raised his head and asked, the tone of every sentence of the other party was interrogation, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Curious." Silby took another sip of water and said lightly: "Of the 49 applicants these days, you are the youngest one, but the one with the fastest response, so I am curious."

Hoffa couldn't answer, and the two were silent for a few seconds.

"Do you like Mozart?"

Hoffa was confused: "What?"

"Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, do you like his music?"

"Have not heard."

To be honest with Hoffa, he doesn't have much contact with Western music.

"Where's Chopin?" Silby asked nonchalantly.

"No."

"Then why is your surname Bach, and what is your relationship with the German musician Bach?"

Hoffa was puzzled by this series of messy questions. Isn't it just sending someone to Barcelona? Why ask these irrelevant things.

"I don't have much contact with classical music." Hoffa said dryly.

"You don't like Muggle music." Silby said sharply.

Hoffa was displeased. To talk about music, he didn't know how many good songs he had listened to in his previous life. This guy had actually listened to a few classical songs and just installed 13 in front of him. What does this have to do with work? Or maybe he doesn't want to make himself qualified for the job, but he wants to entertain himself because of his young age.

"Why not talk about work?" Hoffa said: "I just heard that someone is going to Barcelona and needs an escort. The **** fee is 50 gold gallons, so I came here."

Silby sipped the water and said slowly, "You don't like art."

Well, it seems that the job search plan may be stranded. Do you really have to sleep in Morocco for half a month?

"I like it, but I won't force others to like it as much as I do." After speaking, Hoffa stood up. Intend to leave.

"I am a dumb gun." Silby suddenly answered Hoffa's question at the beginning.

Hoffa glanced at him in surprise, but didn't care much. He nodded, and then went on walking outside the door after an oh.

"Are you not sympathetic to me?" Silby asked suddenly behind Hoffa.

"Huh?" Hoffa turned around, his mouth widened. "What are you talking about?"

"I said, do you sympathize with me? Dumb gun, disabled, only the head can move all over the body." He asked, squinting.

"Sympathy?" Hoffa smiled. He was puzzled and pointed to the ceiling and said: "Why should I sympathize with you? You live in the presidential suite."

Silby's eyes instantly stared at the boss.

The little girl named Nancy came in from outside, looked at Silby's expression, and quickly stepped forward to pull Hoffa, whispering in a whisper: "Go out with me."

Hoffa stared at each other too.

The girl pulled him, and whispered: "Come on."

Hoffa murmured: "Weird guy."

"Wait."

Silby's voice came from behind.

Hoffa turned his head and saw his eyes narrowed into crescents, Silby smiled and said, "You have been hired."

The boss with the open mouth of the little girl next to him.

The wheelchair grumbled and rolled to Hoffa's side, Silby raised his head slightly, and looked at Hoffa carefully.

Hoffa couldn't understand the other party's brain circuit: "Mr. Spencer, are you serious?"

"Just call me Silby." The boy smiled slightly.

After speaking, he turned his wheelchair: "My plan is to leave tomorrow, from Casablanca to the Port of Tangier, from crossing the Strait of Gibraltar, through Spain, and back to Barcelona, ​​where someone from my family will pick me up.

This task, if you can complete the entire escort, I will not only pay you 50 Jin Jialong, but also consider giving you a full-time job. "

Hoffa frowned. "What are you talking about? I'm just a temporary worker and I don't need a full-time job."

"Shall we wait for you to pass?" As he said, Silby nodded to the little girl.

The little girl walked aside, opened a box, took out a small leather bag from it, and threw it to Hoffa.

Hoffa took it and opened it. There was a handful of gold coins inside.

Silby: "Since you are a wizard, I will pay you Garon, and I will give you 25 first, which is considered as a deposit for successful application. When the task is completed, I will give you the balance and maybe a bonus. Now, help me return to Barcelona Rhone, do you have any suggestions? If not, you will come to me tomorrow."

Hoffa weighed the leather bag in his hand, thinking that the boy seemed to be quite refreshed.

Just tomorrow...

He put the leather bag into his chest, looked at the moonlight outside the window and thought for a moment.

Tomorrow, I'm afraid Osivia will find herself out of the room early in the morning.

"No," Hoffa said decisively.

"Uh-huh." The pale boy didn't expect Hoffa to refuse. "What's your idea?"

"We're leaving tonight." Hoffa asked, "Can you?"

Silby was silent for a moment: "May I ask why? Bach."

"Because I'm very busy, I'm still in a hurry when I come back." Hoffa said.

"Oh? What time do you plan to leave tonight?" Silby asked with interest.

"immediately."

"OK."

This time it was Hoffa’s turn to be surprised. Is this employer so easy to talk about? Not only was he surprised, even the little girl named Nancy also exclaimed.

"Silby!"

"Needless to say, it makes no difference if you leave early for a long time and late for a long time. You don't need to worry about my business. First help me pack my luggage, and then help me to thank Raymond for his care."

As he said, his wheelchair turned and he came to Hoffa: "What are you waiting for, help me pack things up."

Hoffa rubbed his chin, and he felt it. The young man in front of him seemed to want to leave here more urgently than himself.