Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

An old-fashioned fan spins crash-bang on the ceiling.

In the dark room, a pair of pale-gold eyes opened a thin slit.

Hoffa woke up slowly from the scorching summer, he was still a little confused.

Boom...

There was a slight knock on the door.

Not a familiar noise, Hoffa stretched out her hand on the musty bed and fumbled for a moment on the bedside table.

Soon, he touched a lamp string.

Pattern.

He pulled down the string.

The dim orange rays of light illuminate this simple bedroom, the old-fashioned four-poster bed, the mattress with some dark spots, the shabby ash wood furniture, the cobwebs on the ceiling are blown by the fan. Constantly fluctuate. A mouse was frightened by the light and fled quickly.

On the wall where I was sleeping on the four-poster bed, there were a few English letters that had fallen out of paint.

[Morse Motel]

He was stunned for a few seconds, and his breath gradually faded after getting up.

There was another knock on the door.

Boom.

"Here."

Hoffa ** rolled over and got out of bed, frowning, mumbled walked to the wooden door and turned the somewhat rusty doorknob.

The genius shines slightly, and there is some grey dawn in the distance.

The one who knocked at the door was a young woman, smoking a cigarette, wearing low-quality lederhosen, fishnet stockings, low-cut clothes, thin thighs, high cheekbones, and wearing thick lipstick, almost looking Smoky makeup that doesn't know what it is.

It was a small boy who opened the door. The boy also had a pair of weird pale-gold eyes. She was a little surprised, and then she fluffed her hair in a routine way, said with a smile: "Little Handsome Brother, do you want to try something?"

The answer to her was a bang.

Hoffa closed the door.

There was a rude foul-mouthed sound immediately outside the door.

"Asshole!"

Hoffa didn't bother to care at all. He walked back to the bed and sat back.

This is the third person to pimp this week.

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A week ago, Hoffa ended his First Year magic life from Hogwarts School and entered Summer vacation.

However, as soon as he left school, he encountered an embarrassing problem.

On the one hand, he doesn't want to go back to the Wu's Orphanage in London. No one wants to go back there, but he doesn't have a good place to go.

Although Dippet headmaster once asked him to go to France to fix his magic power watch, but in Dippet’s letter, it is stated that the time to meet the "graduate" is June On the 18th, I had a holiday on June 10th. A whole week passed without embarrassment.

So, Hoffa, who was unable to find a job, had to rent a small and run-down motel in a sewage-filled red light district in London.

It's not that he didn't think about staying in the normal hotels in Diagon Alley or Muggle shopping street in the past, but he is now caught in the embarrassment that every normal wizard will encounter.

Even if it is magical, it cannot change the problem.

Poor.

Hoffa is very poor.

The last time he got the money, it was when Indor took him to Diagon Alley last year. At that time, he got 100gold Galleon, which was a little rich.

But one year later, his 100gold Galleon has not been spent. There is only this kind of motel where you can find the cheapest place that you are willing to live in. The price here is only 10 shillings a night.

Lying for a while, there was a false ahhhh gasp next door.

Hoffa frowned raised his wrist.

François's magic power watch, on the dotted dial, the time is displayed at six o'clock in the morning.

"Pimping at six in the morning, I really have an idea."

Hoffa yawned and said to herself. Sleepless, he straightened up and began to change clothes in front of the mirror.

The boy in the mirror looks gentle and delicate. There is a silver earring on his left ear. It is not ugly, but the color of his eyes is very strange.

Unlike any normal person, Hoffa's pupils are pale-gold. That was the repercussions that turned into Animagus last year. I don't know when they will disappear.

Compared to last year, Hoffa has grown several inches taller. If you look at it from a 12-year-old perspective, Hoffa is still tall, but if you look at it from a normal adult's perspective, he is still insignificant.

After changing his clothes, he picked up the inferior hard toothbrush in the motel and started brushing his teeth. He brushed his teeth while packing his luggage. Today is June 18th, and it is time for him to leave for France.

On the moth-eaten floor of the hotel, there is a mess of parchment. There are no tables in the motel. Perhaps the person who opened the hotel never thought that someone would come to this place to write homework.

First Year's summer homework is very simple, he has almost finished writing these seven days.

The letter from headmaster Armando Dupete to the "graduate" was spread on the floor.

【At 9 o'clock in the morning on June 18th, I will go to the Double Capes of Thames Harbour in London. 】

Although the time and place are marked on the cover, the letter itself is not written to himself. He can only be regarded as a messenger at best.

Pack finished homework, Hoffa sat on the ground and sorted out some of his books.

At this time, a note fell from Charms' book. I picked it up and saw that it was a boat ticket with a picture of a tropical beach, skyscrapers and drifting bottles.

Britain Thames Port, London-Port of Manhattan, New York, USA.

(You can board the ship at any time with this ticket)

This is the ticket that Indor gave to himself last Christmas.

Hoffa just took a look and then took the ticket back and went to the United States to find Indor?

Forget it, let’s not talk about what damage the guy will think of to provoke him. It’s the distance in the United States. It’s a question of whether he can come back in time.

The planes of this era are not as developed as later generations. You have to take a boat to the United States. Hoffa doesn't want to waste the entire vacation on the boat.

It’s not too far to go to France from Britain. It takes a few months to go back and forth, and I can still find a job and make some change when I’m done.

dong dong dong! !

There was another rapid knock on the door.

Hoffa is a little upset, he is frowned.

"There is no end..."

Boom! When I opened the door, it was not a pimping woman who stood at the door. At this time, standing at the door is a guy who is completely caged in a gray robe.

He crouched and couldn't see his face clearly, he could only see an aquiline nose.

"Hehe, do you want to join our half-man church."

After rubbing his hands, the weird gray robe man handed the list he was holding to Hoffa.

"Our treatment of young wizards..."

Boom! !

This time Hoffa closed the door heavily.

He even took out wand in his hand and quickly retreated to the bedside, alert for a long time.

That is an unfathomable mystery wizard!

However, nothing happened for a long time.

For a while, Hoffa walked to the door and looked out the crack of the door. There was no who was outside.

As if the gray robe just now was an illusion.

But the list in his hand clearly told Hoffa that it was not an illusion.

He raised his hand and took a look.

The list was painted in a mess of colorful patterns, magic, guns, machinery, and there was a king's head wearing a crown in the middle.

[Believe in the half-man king, get...]

"Damn!"

Hoffa rubbed his forehead angrily, and discarded the piece of paper. The paper was crumpled up and thrown into the trash can.

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At seven o'clock in the morning, Hoffa, who had finished packing his luggage, came out of the motel.

The sky has brightened up a lot, and there are many broken neons crackling and flickering around, and some hangovers are lying in the sewage, and various wine bottles are scattered around them.

Some homeless people only have a pair of underwear left on them, and they don't know what happened.

Walking down the old iron stairs, he saw the pimp woman washing her mouth by the pool downstairs in the morning, while she was rinsing her mouth, while looking up to the sky, picking the black hair between her teeth.

Hoffa hurriedly carried her bag and walked out of the red light district where she had stayed for a week. I thought I must make more change in the past two months, and I won't live in this kind of ghost place again next time.

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When walking out of the red light district and passing some normal commercial streets on the side of the street, Hoffa turned wand into sunglasses and put it on his face.

Don't be wrong, he doesn't wear sunglasses for pretense or shading.

He just wanted to cover up his strange eye color.

Even in places like Europe, his pupils are now weird enough. If he doesn't wear sunglasses, he can easily cause some unnecessary attention.

The place where he lives is not too far from the Thames Harbour, nor too close. The impoverished Hoffa did not take a car. After walking for about an hour, he came to the busy harbour. The air here is filled with the pungent smell of engine oil and the harsh whistle.

The Port of Thames is the entrance to the Atlantic Ocean and one of the largest ports in the world. There are countless large and small ships moored here from all over the world. Hoffa even saw cargo ships from Hong Kong in it.

The river under the boat was full of dirty foam, almost black in color.

After looking for a while near the port, Hoffa found that he was having problems.

He is not familiar with London. When Dippet wrote to him, he thought the Double Capes of Thames Harbour was a normal street name, or a bar near the port.

But when he came to Thames Harbour, he found that there was no Double Cape at all around him. There was neither a shop by this name nor a street by this name.

At this time, among the bustling crowd, Hoffa saw a guard with a stick turning around.

So he stepped forward and stopped the other person and asked: "Excuse me, do you know where the Double Cape Promontory is?"

"What?"

There are a lot of ships around Whistle sound.

Hoffa increased her voice: "Excuse me, do you know where the Double Cape Promontory is?"

"What!?"

The guard pointed at the ears waist.

"Do you know there is a place called Double Capes!!" Hoffa growled tiptoe.

"What..."

"I...you know..."

"I I don't know!" The guard roared back angrily, "Are you here to play me? I have worked here for twenty years and I have never heard of this place!"