Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

July 6.

Barcelona.

The last city on the journey.

Hoffa, who has traveled through the wilderness for several days, finally came to the end of the journey. As long as you set foot on the station in this city, this journey will come to an end.

Here, Hoffa could already see the towering Pyrenees mountains in the distance very clearly, and the white patches at the top of the mountains.

Outside the city, Hoffa saw patches of fences, those fences surrounding herds of cows and horses,

Some gypsies camped under the tree, and the wine dealers set up the shack, and pulled down the unintelligible banners under the tree. Under the scorching sun, from time to time, some people dressed as riding cowboys stopped under the shade of the trees, happily fighting wine.

"Is there a holiday here?" Hoffa asked Silby, turning his head.

"Don't worry about anything." It was Osivia who replied, "Don't go far with me. After taking things, we will return to London immediately."

Hoffa nodded. At the end of the journey, he didn't want to make any mistakes. He could complete this dangerous mission quickly, return to London, and wait for the start of school with peace of mind. That is naturally the best.

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Just like in Granada, there are many posters everywhere, and some signs of the Axis can be seen everywhere here.

But the difference is that here, Hoffa saw many workers set up gateposts at the crossroads, blocking the streets on both sides.

A group of strong men wielded shovels to dig holes in the ground. After digging the holes, they banged wooden stakes against the ground forcefully, knocking one stick every few meters. Those stakes also have their own numbers.

Hoffa didn't know what the Spaniards were doing. They looked like they were preparing fortifications before the war, and the beaming expressions on their faces did not seem to be preparing for war.

Osivia walked past these people without squinting, only when she saw the street map, she would stop and watch for a moment.

The three were walking on the street. At this time, the music of reed pipes, flutes and drums came from far and near on the street. The flute sounded clear and the drums rumbled. Adults and children walked and danced behind the band.

Hoffa stepped aside with Silby on his back, looking at the team in traditional costumes, beating gongs and drums, wondering.

The group of people danced and walked across the street. The line went farther and farther, and the sound of music gradually disappeared.

"What are these people doing?"

So he turned his head and asked Osivia: "Do you know what's going on?"

Osivia shook her head, "I have never been here."

"Running the Bulls Day." Silby replied weakly to Hoffa, "These people are celebrating the festival."

"Oh."

Hoffa grumbled.

Although I know this city is celebrating the festival. However, watching those people with red and yellow oil paint on their faces dance and pass in front of them.

Hoffa always felt weird. There was always an inexplicable enthusiasm in this city. This kind of enthusiasm penetrated into Hoffa's mental field from top to bottom, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

He feels like a virus that has broken into a living thing, watching from all directions.

This was the first time Hoffa felt that his mental field was suppressed.

Hoffa turned around, no one was looking at himself.

It was strange, he looked up at the sky.

The sun is dazzling, white clouds are blooming, and the sky is clear.

There is nothing unusual.

"Go to the station." Hoffa grabbed the map in Osivia's hand and asked anxiously, "Can you go faster?"

"Let him deliver the letter to the family first, and let them deliver the key." Osivia looked at Silby and said calmly.

"Yes, post office," Silby said concisely. "I'll make a call."

The three of them walked to the city post office. In this era, there is no simple mobile phone like that of later generations, not even touch-tone phones. The only thing in the post office is the old-fashioned dial telephone in the museum.

The post office was very crowded, and all kinds of soldiers and old men with bags squeezed around here to send letters. In this era, ordinary people's social life is still mainly based on letters.

Osivia didn't want to enter the post office full of big guys, so she stood at the door and waited for Hoffa.

Fortunately, in this era, calling is the VI service of the post office. The price is high. The conditions of the telephone counter are not bad. There are two chairs.

Hoffa put Silby down, then dialed a few numbers according to his instructions and put the microphone in his ear.

The phone was connected, Silby was speaking French in front of the phone, and a respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.

Hoffa couldn't understand what Silby had ordered.

He held the microphone and looked at Osivia who was waiting outside the post office. Osivia also stood there waiting for him.

Through the glass, Hoffa could see the various carnival jumping crowds behind Osivia.

The child is holding a balloon, the man is tapping the drum, and the woman is spinning with a long skirt. There are also oily clowns dancing with their knees bent exaggeratedly...

There was noise buzzing in Hoffa's ears, which made him a little groggy and uncomfortable, as if he was being disturbed by inexplicable radiation.

He shook his head and forcibly cheered up.

At this moment, across a piece of glass, Hoffa saw a very strangely dressed man, wearing a suit and a crown, and separating from the carnival crowd on the street sideways.

Hoffa was taken aback, crown, suit?

Isn't this the man driving the man I saw on the streets of Morocco that night? Why did he show up here?

As he walked, he took out a huge revolver from his chest, pointed at Osivia's back, and pulled the trigger.

There is no warning.

Is the real killer.

Hoffa's face changed drastically, and the microphone in his hand fell.

He almost roared: "Be careful!"

Osivia twisted her waist like lightning, and she moved more than three meters away.

With a touch of blood, the bullet fell through and shattered the glass window of the post office.

The crowd in the post office was dumb for a second, then screamed. Fled in all directions.

In the sparkling fire, Osivia waved her wand sideways, and an arc-shaped spell was directly drawn back.

The man wearing the crown was thrown upside down, smashing the wall, and then Osivia let out a sharp roar: "You?!"

boom! !

The man in a suit jumped out of the gravel and took aim again without being affected. At the same time, he drew a second revolver and aimed at Silby in the post office without even looking.

boom! !

He shot with each hand.

Flames spit out.

Hoffa hugged Silby directly, and the ghost wandered out of the post office.

The crowd who had just reveled were now scattered and fled. The streets were chaotically turned into a pot of porridge, balloons were stepped on the ground, trumpets and guitars fell to the ground, and there was a harsh rubbing sound.

The man in the suit turned his head and rushed towards Hoffa, and Osivia flicked his magic wand: "Drill your wrist!"

The red light flashed, and the man in the suit seemed to be hit by a cannonball. He flew out more than 20 meters, smashed a glass and a wall, and opened a large hole in the distant building.

The crowd slammed Hoffa sideways. He was not surprised, and quickly rushed to Osivia, who was standing still, and grabbed her arm: "Osivia, go quickly."

But she stared at the black hole of the building with a pair of green eyes, and said indifferently: "Go to the station and wait for me."

While talking, the man in the suit got out of the shattered building calmly, his clothes were not messed up.

Hoffa was stunned, and he said angrily: "What are you thinking? Let's finish the task together!"

Osivia's expression was almost distorted and squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "I said, go to the station and wait for me!!"

Damn, what's the situation?

The witch of the Snake House who had been calm for a while suddenly lost her mind, Hoffa turned and ran with Silby on her back. Behind, Osivia desperately rushed to the man in the suit.

Silby murmured, "Hate..."

"Stop talking, show the way."

"left."

Surrounded by muddy waters, the Spanish police rushed in from all directions on horseback, whistling sharply, and even firing into the sky.

At such a chaotic moment, in the air, several more transport planes roared and swept past.

Afterwards, the three black shadows jumped directly from the plane and fell heavily to the ground. The entire ground was shaken three times, and numerous cracks appeared.

In the screaming crowd, three more men in suits appeared, blocking Hoffa's path.

Hoffa was stunned by such a crazy appearance, and he scolded: "Where is Captain America!?"

There is no answer.

The three assassins joined together and ran faster and faster, their eyes locked firmly on Hoffa.

Hoffa disappeared in place, turned a corner, and changed direction.

The scary thing is that this time, Hoffa used ghosts to walk, but they were still able to follow behind him firmly.

The location of Ghost Walk was broken for the first time, and Hoffa couldn't figure out what was going on.

He could only give up the consuming ghost wandering, and began to transform his magic power into life.

As the muscles swelled, Hoffa's speed began to increase.

But this is still not as fast as the three guys behind them. Their calves almost threw out the phantom. Hoffa estimated that their speed was already 40km/h.

At this time, there was a sudden explosion.

A cloud of gray smoke appeared over the theater across the square, and the cloud of smoke hanging in the air was like a blooming grenade.

Soon, another one was lifted up, dragging a long blue smoke in the bright sun, when it exploded, only a dazzling light flashed, and then another cloud of smoke appeared.

Looking at the direction of the fireworks rising from the sky.

A plan to get out appeared in Hoffa's mind. He asked Silby: "Hey, are there any cows on the Bulls' Day?"

"Of course." Silby said.

So Hoffa ran to the place where the fireworks bloomed, and the three killers also followed behind him.

Gradually, the cries of the crowd rang in Hoffa's ears. The cries began to hum like mosquitoes and flies, then opened the gate like a torrent, and finally covered like an avalanche.

Turn around a cross street corner.

A black crowd of cheering people appeared in Hoffa's sight. Those people surrounded the wooden fence on the side of the street, waving the flag and shouting, and the squeeze of the three floors inside and outside three layers could not leak.

It is the audience watching the ceremony of running the bull.

Want to squeeze in?

No way, too many people.

Several killers behind him quickly approached.

Hoffa's eyes rolled quickly, and Silby's arm was held tightly. Then he leaped high, stepped directly on the shoulders of the crowd, and swayed from side to side on the shoulders and heads of the crowd.

Some people's top hats were squashed by him, and some people's beer bottles were stepped on by him.

His behavior annoyed the audience who participated in the running of the bulls.

"Hey! Asshole, what are you doing?"

"Boy, show me respect!"

Hoffa didn't understand what they were scolding, and he didn't care about apologizing.

Amidst the anger of a crowd of spectators, he jumped off the guardrail and came to the street of the Bullfighting Festival.