Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

On the corner of Granada, Hoffa stood motionless with his wheelchair. Panting.

He didn't start the ghost walk, he was just a normal sneak state at the moment.

A group of soldiers rushed past in front of them, and did not find the chameleon-like Hoffa stuck between the two trash cans.

The soldier's footsteps disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But an angry roar came from a distance.

He stood at the entrance of the alley and looked around. I saw the Gestapo, whose face was swollen by himself, rushed into the jeep, picked up the intercom and grunted and roared.

Just after the roar, there was a violent wave of magic in the air. A man appeared next to him out of thin air, dressed like Schmidtroot's men.

A wizard's phantom has actually moved over!

Damn, these Germans even know the secrets of wizards!

After the two had a conversation, the wizard immediately disappeared.

Hoffa's heart is not good, the Phantom Mantra is not a ghost walk, it is too easy to detect.

At the moment, he didn't dare to hesitate, changed the direction and ran away quickly. As soon as he ran, the wizard in the distance immediately noticed the wave of magic power. He Apparated to the upper part of the floor, his eyes scanned down like a falcon.

It didn't take long for the wizard standing on the high ground to detect the location. He pointed to the street where Hoffa was invisible, and murmured an order.

Countless soldiers armed with guns rushed over quickly, and the wizard also drew out his wand and began to release imprisonment spells.

There was no way, Hoffa could only use the ghost walk again, and quickly rushed out of the surveillance range of the ** wizard.

As soon as he rushed out, hundreds of spikes grew out of thin air in the alley behind him, like a trap in a dungeon. It is a terrible transformation spell.

Hoffa didn't dare to turn his head, pushing the wheelchair left and right, came to an abandoned storefront that had been in disrepair for a long time, and got in. As soon as he entered, he withdrew from the stealth state due to lack of magic power.

At this moment, on the peaceful streets of Granada, there are running soldiers everywhere, jeep roaring quickly, and some ordinary people are crying and howling in the street.

Hoffa finally realized the turmoil of this era. Spain had just ended the civil war, and a little bit of wind had moved early, and immediately the whole city was under martial law.

He crossed his knees and meditated for a while.

At this time, there was a noisy sound nearby, and some soldiers began to enter the shop to investigate. Hoffa couldn't stay in the abandoned shop for too long, he pushed the wheelchair and crept out.

Standing at the entrance of the alley stretched his head, Hoffa retracted his head with just one glance.

Both sides of the street are being checked. On the left are Spanish soldiers in cyan uniforms, and on the right are German soldiers. They blocked all the way.

Hoffa looked at his magic watch, the red pointer had already bottomed out, and the consumption of two ghost walks was too great.

Do you want to use Scarlet Bloom to transform magic?

Hoffa was entangled in his mind, the technique of transformation would break the balance of the body. If you use it again, then there will be an emergency, but there will be no hole cards.

He frowned and looked at it for a moment.

The German army searched very professionally, and no one was spared. All people passing by must kneel on the ground with their heads in their hands, waiting for inspection.

On the other end of the street, the guards at that end were a group of Spanish soldiers wearing cyan uniforms and red straps on their bodies. They have to check a little bit more gently. Those soldiers only check men, not women.

Maybe this is the reason for their own country.

At this moment, they are quickly evacuating the crowd.

A cry of a baby came into Hoffa's ears.

I saw a Spanish woman pushing a stroller anxiously explaining something to the soldier, who immediately pushed her back out of the crowd.

Upon seeing this scene, Hoffa stroked his chin.

The magic is not enough for ghost walks, but it is enough to support one transformation.

Seeing another group of German soldiers rushing here, Hoffa did not dare to hesitate. He leaned in the corner, took his wand directly and turned his clothes into pleated skirts, and turned the sneakers on his feet into red. High heels.

Afterwards, he ordered a wheelchair and turned the wheelchair into a large stroller.

Silby was stunned. He looked at Hoffa with a napkin in his mouth. He couldn't say a word, he could only whine.

Hoffa pulled off the napkin from his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Will you cry?"

Silby nodded in shock: "Yes."

"Then you cry."

Silby let out a shrill cry.

Hoffa’s scalp was numb, but now it’s not time to care, he pulled up the roof of the stroller and covered the giant baby Silby.

Then he turned the wand into a huge red hat, covering his face.

Hoffa lowered his head and pressed his hat, mixed with a group of women, pushing the stroller and squeezing forward, blood flowed rapidly, and his heart was beating like a drum.

The women heard the crying and unconsciously gave way.

A group of Spanish soldiers screamed and ran across the street, paying no attention to the size of the stroller of the lady next to her.

They saw a ‘female’ approaching with a stroller. Immediately stepped forward, screaming for unintelligible words, pressed Hoffa's shoulder and pushed him out of the crowd.

As soon as they got out of the crowd, the soldiers raised their guns. Hoffa was startled when he slurped and drank.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that they weren't aiming at him, but a few men behind him wanted to follow him to fish in troubled waters, but they were stopped by the soldiers.

Drilling out of the crowd and leaving the fully guarded street, countless horrified crowds passed by Hoffa. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it! Was the world so terrible before World War II officially started?

Hoffa pushed the stroller across three consecutive streets. He hurriedly walked into the sparsely populated corner, preparing to find a hidden place to relieve this terrible polymorphism.

When he reached the entrance of a sparsely populated alley, Silby was still crying, and the voice made Hoffa uncomfortable to death.

"Don't cry!" Hoffa said angrily.

"Uh ah ah ah ah~"

"by!"

Hoffa opened the canopy of the stroller, trying to put the napkin back into Silby's mouth.

Opening the roof, Silby pretended to cry, winking at him, drooling, and twitching with laughter.

But then, Hoffa saw Silby's smile fade away, and turned to look forward in amazement.

He turned his head sharply.

A tall and slender figure appeared on the corner of the street, the guy Hoffa didn't want to see the last time.

Appeared.

Osivia probably came back after buying clothes, just planning to go back to Hoffa. She probably didn't find the green dress that she liked too much. She was wearing a black Arab dress and a veil at the moment. Holding a paper bag of bread and other food.

Seeing the "woman with a baby" in front of him, Osivia was taken aback for a while, then she let go of her position, and then she began to feel that something was wrong, and then she took a closer look.

She opened her mouth and widened her eyes.

Three seconds later, the paper bag she was holding fell to the ground with a snap, and the baguette in the paper bag rolled to the side of Hoffa's red high heels.

On the streets of a foreign country, the distance between the two is only about two meters.

But the real distance has crossed time and space.

An awkward draught blew through the hem of Hoffa’s pink skirt, and a few leaves drifted between them.

Hoffa’s breathing started to get a little bit short, his hands and feet gradually lost their temperature, as if being placed in a black hole, spinning and falling.

His face changed from white to red, red to green, green to black. Finally, black becomes pale again.

He feels inexplicably that if he was shot and killed by the Gestapo just now, it seems to be a good choice.