Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"and so?"

Hoffa frowned.

"So I want to do something for the master, I want to launch the Dark Mark to declare this great moment!" In the Black Forest, Little Barty said feverishly.

Hoffa opened his mouth wide, and gradually recalled that this little Batty is obviously the kind of celebrity fan in later generations. He doesn't have much assertiveness and brains. When he sees awesome people, he goes to fans. Shows a high degree of identification and centripetal force to the group to which one belongs, and shows a high degree of hatred and hostility to other groups. On the one hand, he does his best to promote the person he likes, and on the other hand, he does not care whether he has the strength to be stable. That location. After all, what he maintained was not Voldemort at all, but his own fragile self-esteem.

If at this time, a Dark Devil's mark came to this kind of place, wouldn't it have pushed the extremely weak Voldemort to the target of the public? Originally, the Ministry of Magic had determined that he was dead. Wouldn't this be a roar to the sky-I'm not dead yet , All come to me!

He is an agitated spirit, and he must not let this idiot launch the Dark Devil mark, so that the difficulty of realizing his plan will rise geometrically.

"you dare!!"

Hoffa yelled sharply, and Batty sat down on the ground in fright.

However, just when he was ready to kill this guy and completely extinguish his thoughts.

Bang bang bang...

There were rapid footsteps in the distance.

He immediately turned his head, and saw a panicked, strange man in a Scottish Highland pleated skirt and a South American cloak rushing out of the dense forest.

Before Hoffa could react, what was going on.

boom! !

There was another clear gunshot from behind.

The man in a kilt fell to the ground.

Only then did Hoffa recognize it. Wasn't this the official of the Ministry of Magic who received him into the Quidditch World Cup camp in the morning?

He rushed over and helped the man up. I saw him trembling all over, and was hit by a bullet behind his back, and the location of his wound was blowing out strange green smoke.

"What's wrong with you?" Hoffa asked in shock.

"If you fall asleep, you will die... you will die if you fall asleep!!"

The man grabbed his arm tightly, his expression was grim, and his lips trembled and repeated: "Sleeping...dead...sleeping...death...death... ."

"What? What did you say?" Hoffa didn't understand.

His eyes widened and he was silent.

"Hello? Hello? What happened?"

Hoffa shook him vigorously, but the man’s body disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye under his sway, first his back, second his arms, and finally his head. Under the erosion of the wound on his back, it turned into debris and dust.

He raised his head abruptly. In the fog of the night, a guy who was dressed almost the same as when the theater was destroyed was standing in the fog. He wears a metal birdcage on his head, wears an incomparably old black military uniform, is skinny and holds a pistol.

With this kind of weird appearance again, Hoffa took a breath.

He had seen this kind of weird dress in the memory of the nightmare god. Those who were controlled by Silby fifty years ago were in this kind of dress. Could it be that they came for themselves? Or is it that I have not returned home for a long time, which has caused the world line to collapse?

In the mist, the man with the birdcage fired a shot, turned the gun head without hesitation, and shook the trigger again at the dazed little Batty in the open space.

boom! !

The bullet shot out with green light.

Hoffa's face changed, he didn't hesitate to kick the little Batty, and then rushed to the person in the mist.

One shot was missed, and the weird man with the bird's bridle head was flew out by Hoffa and hit the ground heavily.

"who are you!?"

Hoffa picked him up, the man weighed less than fifty kilograms, very light.

"Savior (German

The man wearing the weird birdcage said calmly.

"Did you burn my theater?"

Hoffa asked sharply.

"Humph."

The eyes of the man under the cage showed deep disdain, and he looked at him like a fool, and then his body quickly swelled, as if it was inflated.

Hoffa felt bad for a while, and threw him away with an electric shock.

The man's body exploded in the distance.

I saw a violent green light flashing without any sound. The trees and tents within a radius of several tens of meters, including the man himself, all turned into dust and drifted down slowly.

Hoffa frowned and walked to the vicinity of the clearing. The billowing green smoke eroded the ground, making a bang.

Soon, the dust and smoke dissipated, and there was nothing but a bombed crooked birdcage falling on the ground with a radius of tens of meters. Some green smoke slowly rose from the birdcage head. gas.

He just touched the bird cage a little with his hand, and the smoke corroded his hand into pits, and he retracted his hand with pain.

It's dead, it's that simple?

Hoffa looked at his palm, thinking of the guy's disdainful smile before he died, and he felt that things were not that simple.

So he spread his wings behind his back, and in the face of Little Batty's hell, he soared into the sky and came to an altitude of several hundred meters.

In the whistling Welsh night sky, he closed his eyes, and within a few kilometers, he was enveloped by his mental power.

The cheering crowd, the flying broomsticks, and... hundreds of men holding torches in the mist. They stood on the periphery of the Quidditch stadium, about one every 100 meters, holding torches, waiting quietly.

Hoffa opened his eyes and took a breath.

He couldn't help but think of what happened in the theater the last time he was a kid in the theater. Attracted a bunch of Muggles who wanted to get undeservedly, but they were taken in one pot. Thousands of people were all turned into dust, with no bones left. The Muggles don’t even know that someone has died or disappeared.

And this time... there are hundreds of guys who are also dressed up and surrounded the Quidditch stadium of the University of Nova Scotia. Only then did he realize that maybe the man who blew up just now didn't come for him, but where Where many people go, they are terrorists through and through.

Damn it!

Thinking of Voldemort’s goal Harry Potter was still watching the game, he did not dare to hesitate. After landing on the ground, he rushed to the court immediately. When passing by Barty, he instructed Barty, "You Find a place to hide first."

"Mr. Bach? Mr. Bach! Where are you going?"

Little Batty called out anxiously behind him: "When are you going to take me to see the master?"

Hoffa didn't answer, and the vines that bound Shining were released by him, and then he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

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"Now the two go hand in hand! Who will win!?"

"It's near, it's near!"

"Oh no, Lin Qi fell to the ground!"

"Golden Snitch, Victor Krum caught the Golden Snitch, my God, my God!!"

"The Irish team won!"

In the stadium, the outcome was divided, Ludo Bagman yelled frantically and blankly, "Krum caught the Golden Snitch, but the Irish team won-my God, I don’t think anyone expected it to be. Such an ending!!"

The scoreboard flashed with scores, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience didn't seem to realize what was going on. Then, slowly, as if a jumbo jet was accelerating, the voices of the Irish team’s supporters grew louder and louder, and finally there were countless shouts of joy.

"Now, with the Irish team members, accompanied by their mascot, the Quidditch World Cup trophy has been sent to the top box!" Bagmanhon said in a bell-like voice.

The Irish players danced with joy, and their mascot threw a shower of gold coins at them. Flags were waving everywhere in the stadium, the camera's spotlight flashed, and the Irish national anthem sounded from all directions.

With anxiety, Hoffa walked past a group of fanatical fans waving flags and came to Nicole LeMay.

Nico Lemay saw him coming and got up from his chair excitedly, "Boy, did you see the last scene? It's so exciting, there are twists and turns, I didn't rewrite the game even when I caught the Snitch!"

"How long does it take for the carrion to be poisonous?"

Without a word, Hoffa pressed Nicole LeMay's shoulder.

"Huh?" Nicole LeMay was confused. "What are you talking about?"

Hoffa reached out and handed the twisted iron bird cage to Nico Lemay’s nose. At this moment, the cage was still surrounded by faint green smoke. The smoke touched his skin and made a sizzling sound, constantly corroding him. The skin is quickly repaired by the blood abilities.

After seeing the birdcage, Nicol Lemay's expression gradually changed from exhilaration in the carnival to consternation, and finally to fear. He slumped down on the chair, his face pale as paper, and his forehead was cold and sweaty.

Hoffa: "I was just outside and someone blew up and attacked me. There was no ashes left after blasting a radius of tens of meters. Is this carrion poison?"

Nicole LeMay looked at him blankly.

Hoffa said angrily, "Speak, how long will it take for the carrion poison to erupt? Will the entire stadium be poisoned?"

Nicole Mayor was screamed by Hoffa and woke up. He wiped the cold sweat from his head and shook his head, "No... impossible... to poison 100,000 people, there is no such thing in the world. Thing..."

"Then what is this?"

"I...I haven't studied, I haven't studied, maybe not, but it feels a bit like the alchemical nature of Carrion Poison..."

While talking, the Bulgarian team and the Irish team finished accepting their awards. The flow of people rushed outside the Quidditch stadium. They sang and cheered. The dwarfs kept flying above their heads, waving their hands. Lantern, quack and laugh.

bad!

Thinking of the hundreds of terrorists waiting outside the Quidditch Stadium.

Hoffa secretly said that it was not good, if it weren't carrion poison, was it going to blow people up directly?

He didn't hesitate to drag Nicol LeMay to the top box, but when he returned to the top box, Harry Potter and the others had already left. Then look down through the top glass of the corridor. Good guy, every 100 meters outside the stadium, there are grand carnivals.

In the center of the carnival, there are a few exposed women waving Irish flags. They are lifted by a few powerful men and thrown high into the sky.

In the air, the woman's body suddenly turned into countless brilliant gold coins and flowers, scattered in all directions.

The onlookers didn't even know what happened. They were just blindly immersed in the carnival at the end of the finals and stimulated by gold coins, squatting down and grabbing money noisily.

Hoffa's face turned pale behind the top glass. In his opinion, there is a picture of beautiful women turning into money, and it is clear that men in black wearing bird cages burst open in the crowd.

The silent green light flickered, and hundreds of lives were taken away in the blink of an eye. Those who thought they were robbing money did not make the slightest sound, and they evaporated to ashes.

But the ashes, wrapped in a certain transformation technique, turned into more eye-catching flowers and gold coins, making people not aware of the horror at all. Instead, they surged forward and laughed.

Under the night sky, countless silver light spots are flying, and they are souls that do not know the so-called.

Nico Lemay sat on the ground frightened by this tragic scene. Hoffa also barely supported the glass to prevent him from falling. It was the first time he had seen this kind of majestic and extremely hidden after he had lived for so long. Way of killing.

Silent slaughter! ! !

"How to do how to do?"

Nicholas Lemay got up from the ground without a master, "This way...This way, Harry Potter will die if this goes on, and Barty Jr. may die too!"

Hoffa closed his eyes and bit his lip to calm himself down:

"Someone is using polymorphism to change the environment. He turned the horrible explosion into a beautiful firework. If you can't find the source of magic, here...here...maybe 100,000 people will be silent. Was killed... the source of the transformation technique must be found!"

"Cage, that cage!"

Nico Lemay suddenly pointed to the iron bird cage in Hoffa's hand and shouted, "It is a cage worn by people fifty years ago, and you can share dreams."

Shared dreams?

Hoffa put the mutilated cage on his head without hesitation.

Click! !

As if the soul was hit by a giant hammer.

A crack appeared in his unified spirit.

The huge, invisible eyes suddenly opened behind him.

A familiar breath quickly wrapped around him. He had experienced that breath many, many years ago. It was a breath that made people crazy, empty, and hopeless, tearing everything apart-the dragon of nothingness.

The most tragic past came to mind, Hoffa violently tore off the cage, and he looked at the top in disbelief. The breath came from the highest point of the Quidditch Stadium.

"Grindelwald!?"

Overwhelming hatred surged in my heart.

With six wings on his back, he slammed open the dome of the top box of Quidditch Stadium.

Under the huge moon.

On the sleek, mirror-like stadium roof, a man with his head locked in a cage sits cross-legged on the highest point.

He was skinny and wore a shabby black robe, and his white hair fell like a waterfall from his shoulders, venting into a stream on the ground.

Although he has been aging a lot, even though he has not seen him for many years, Hoffa recognized him at a glance.

And he opened his eyes and smiled slightly:

"Long time no see, Bach."