Harry Potter – I’m The 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 can already see the towering Pyrenees mountain range in the distance very clearly, and see the white patches at the top of the mountain range.

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

Some gypsies camped under the trees, and wine dealers beat them. In the slab shed, pull down the incomprehensible banner under the tree. Under the scorching sun, some people dressed as cowboys on horseback stopped in the shade of the trees from time to time, happily fighting wine.

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

"Don't care about anything." It was Osivia who replied, "Don't go far with me. After getting 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 finish 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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Same as in Granada, there are also many publicity posters, axis Some signs of the heart country can be seen everywhere here.

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

A group of brawny 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 doesn't know what these Spaniards are doing. They look like they are preparing fortifications before the war, and the beaming expressions on their faces don't seem to be preparing for war.

Osivia walked past these people look steadily forward, only when she saw the street map, she would stop and watch for a while.

The three people are walking on the street. At this time, the music of reed pipe, flute and drum came from far and near. Walk and dance.

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 group went farther and farther, and the music gradually disappeared.

"What are these people doing?"

So he turned to ask Osivia: "Do you know what is going on?"

Osivia shakes Shaking his head, "I haven't been here."

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

"Oh ."

Hoffa murmured.

Although I know that 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 feels weird. There is always an inexplicable enthusiasm in this city. This enthusiasm penetrates into Hoffa's spirit strength field from top to bottom, making it difficult for him. focus.

He feels like a virus that has broken into a living body, and he is watching all directions.

This is the first time Hoffa feels that his spirit strength field is suppressed.

Hoffa turned around, no one was looking at herself.

It's strange, he looked up at the sky.

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

There are no exceptions.

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

"Let him give it to the house first. People send the letter, let them send the key." Osivia looked at Silby, calmly said.

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

The three of them walked to the city post office. There is no such thing in this era. A simple mobile phone does not even have a touch-tone phone. The only thing in the post office is the old-fashioned rotary telephone in the museum.

The post office is very crowded, and all kinds of soldiers and old men carrying bags are squeezing around here to send letters. In this era, the ordinary person's social interaction is still dominated by 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 a VIP service in the post office. The price is high, and the telephone counter is fairly good, with two chairs.

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

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

Silby did not understand Hoffa even a single sentence.

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

Across the glass, Hoffa can see all kinds of 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 is also an oil-painted clown dancing with exaggerated knees bent...

Hoffa’s ears are buzzing with noise, which makes him a little groggy, a little uncomfortable. It is comfortable, as if it has been disturbed by inexplicable radiation.

He shook his head and forcibly cheered up.

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

Hoffa is surprised, crown, suit?

Isn’t this the driving 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 complexion greatly changed and the microphone in his hand fell.

He almost roared: "Be careful!"

Osivia twisted his waist like lightning, and he moved more than three meters away.

With a smear 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 a flash, Osivia waved wand sideways, and an arc-shaped curse was drawn back directly.

The man wearing the crown was drawn to fly out and smashed the wall. Then, Osivia let out a sharp roar: "You?!"

bang!!

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! !

both of his hands shoot each.

The flames spit out.

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

The crowd who had just reveled are now scattered and fleeing. The streets have turned into a pot of porridge, balloons have been trampled on the ground, trumpets and guitars fell on the ground, and there is a harsh rubbing sound.

The man in the suit turned his head and rushed towards Hoffa, and Osivia shook his wand: "Drilling the wrist!"

red light flashed by, the man in the suit seemed to be hit by a cannonball , Flew directly more than 20 meters, smashed one glass and the other wall, and opened a big hole in the distant building.

The crowd smashed Hoffa sideways. He was not surprised, and quickly rushed to the standing still Osivia, grabbing her arm: "Osivia, go quickly."

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

While speaking, the man in the suit The calm and composed ground came out of the broken building, and the clothes were not messed up.

Hoffa was stunned. He said angrily: "What are you thinking? Let's complete the task together!"

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

Damn, what's the situation?

until now The calm snake courtyard witch suddenly lost his mind, Hoffa turned around and carried Silby on his back and ran. Behind, Osivia rushed to the man in the suit desperately.

Silby murmured: "Hate..."

"Don't talk, show the way."

"Left. "

The surrounding area was plunged into a mess of muddy water. The Spanish police came from all directions on horseback, whistling sharply, and even firing into the sky.

At such a chaotic moment, in the air, there are actually several transport planes roaring and swooping past.

After that, the three black shadows jumped directly from the plane and fell heavily to the ground. The whole ground was shaken by three shocks, and numerous cracks appeared.

Three more people in suits appeared in the screaming crowd, blocking Hoffa's path.

Hoffa was stunned by such a crazy appearance. He cursed: "What about Captain America!?"

There was 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 terrifying thing is that this time, Hoffa used ghost to wander, but they can still follow him firmly.

The ghost wandering was the first time someone cracked the location, and Hoffa couldn't figure out what was going on.

He can only give up the heavy ghost wandering, and start to transform magic power into life.

As the muscles swell, Hoffa's speed begins to increase.

But this is still not as fast as the three guys behind them. Their calves almost threw away the Phantom. Hoffa estimates that their speed is already 40kmh.

At this moment, there was a sudden explosion.

A cloud of gray smoke appeared in the sky above the theater opposite the square. This cloud of suspended smoke was like a blooming grenade.

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

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

A plan to get away appeared in Hoffa's mind. He asked Silby, "Hey, are there cows at the Bull Run?"

"Of course," Silby said.

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

Gradually, the voices of the crowd rang in Hoffa's ears. The voices 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 dark crowd of cheering people appeared in Hoffa's sight. Those people surrounded the wooden fence on the street, waving flags and shouting, and the three floors inside and outside were crowded.

It is the audience who watched the ceremony.

Want to squeeze in?

No way, too many people.

The 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 stepped on 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?"

"Smelly brat, show me respect!"

Hoffa doesn't understand what they are scolding, Don't bother to apologize.

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