Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

On the dim street, the little Barty dragging Moody suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hoffa.

Hoffa rolled on the spot between the sparks and the fire.

The electric curse was dodged by him and hit the wall behind. A huge spider appeared where the wall was hit by the curse. The spider had thick chelated feet and was firmly buckled on the wall. I wonder what would happen if I was just hit by the spell.

Missing a hit, Batty slowly put down his wand, showing a calm smile that definitely didn't belong to him, "I'm not very old, but the reaction is very quick."

"The Makeover Curse can't deceive me." Hoffa slowly got up from the ground: "You better change it back."

"Good eyesight, who sent you here, Voldemort?"

As he spoke, "Little Batty"'s face wriggled and changed, gradually turning into an ugly and wrinkled old man, while the old man with a broken chin in his hand turned into a young man with withered hair.

"No, we just passed by."

Hoffa lied casually, but remained vigilant. In less than twenty seconds, the confident little Batty was defeated, and even his chin was removed. After all, it was an old Auror, even if he retired, not anyone could ride on his head and pee.

"Assaulted an official of the Ministry of Magic, but still slanderous. Haven't your parents taught you how to be polite and moral, young man?"

young people? Hoffa raised his eyebrows. He didn't know the exact age of Mad-Eye Moody, but if it was true, he should be two years younger than himself.

(He looks at the sunset that is about to sink in the distance, takes out a tube of blue potion from his waist, and holds it in his palm.)

Seeing Hoffa not speaking, Mad-Eye's normal eyes sparkled with some kind of burning anger: "You and Voldemort are in the same group?"

"No, I don't know him."

Hoffa stalled and retreated. The day is about to end, if he can, he doesn't want to use the septic potion.

"Lying," Mad-Eye Moody's blue eyes rolled frantically. "Your expression shows signs of lying." He raised his palm. "This guy, Barty Crouch Jr., the famous Death Eater, Voldemort's running dog. One, if you came to him in such a hurry, it means that you are also Voldemort's lackey, right?"

"I'm just an ordinary wizard passing by." While speaking, he touched the door of the courtyard.

"Don't think about it!"

Mad-Eye Moody is as conscientious as a policeman who sees a thief. He raised his hand and waved his wand in the cross.

The courtyard wall behind him suddenly closed, and rivets emerged from the courtyard wall, rotating to block Hoffa's retreat.

"I don't know how this guy escaped, but when I catch you, I'll know naturally---fainted!"

The red spell spouted out of Mad-Eye's wand. Hoffa looked at the sun in the sky, opened the bottle cap reluctantly, and took a sip.

Click!

The curse stopped less than a centimeter away from Hoffa's body and hit a transparent shield. Behind the shield are Hoffa's fingers.

Moody withdrew his wand, his expression changed from contemptuous to serious, "Shield Curse? It's interesting. There are really not many people who can use this type of spell these days."

"Thank you."

Hoffa released his finger, and the sun was about to go down. The sip of the potion was very shallow. He didn't know what the effect of the septic potion on his body would be if night fell. But he hopes to solve Mad Eye Moody in the last day.

The crazy-eyed man loosened the little Batty whose chin had been removed, and slowly wound up in the yard, "I underestimated you, where's your wand? Take your wand out."

"Great."

Hoffa nodded, he broke off a cane from the grape trellis in Moody's yard, and raised the cane like a wizard did in a duel.

"What a joke!"

This action angered Mad-Eye Moody, his blue magic eyes turned crazily, and immediately flicked his wand: "There are many obstacles!"

Behind Hoffa and on the ground appeared countless square stone bricks with uneven levels.

Then he waved his magic wand again: "Landslides!"

There was a loud bang, the ground trembled, the house next to it collapsed in half, the trash can on the road turned sideways to the ground, and trash was bombed everywhere.

Hoffa's feet crooked and stood unsteadily, sinking into a crack in the stone brick. Mad-Eye Moody swung his wand in wide open, as he sank deeper and deeper in the stone bricks.

But just when Hoffa was about to be entangled, he threw out the branch in his hand, and the branch was deformed and swelled as it fluttered, turning into a lion the size of three adults, spreading out in the air The blood basin gulped and bit Moody's neck.

Alastor Moody's expression changed drastically, and he immediately retrieved his wand.

At the same time, his left hand raised the shield to block the lion's bite. Then he backed up three steps in a row and raised his wand: "Torn apart!"

The spell hit the lion and exploded it to pieces.

But before the lion landed, its mane shattered and turned black, and then turned into tens of thousands of ants splitting apart, spreading on the ground like a black carpet, rushing towards Moody in all directions. The rustling sound made people shudder.

Crazy Eye Moody stepped back again, but found that he couldn't move anymore. Looking down, a few stone hands crawled out of the ground at some unknown time, and he firmly grasped his ankle.

The colony of ants quickly climbed up his body along his trouser legs and knees from the ground.

Transfiguration, **** it!

Mad Eye Moody waved his wand again.

"Flaming flames!"

A band of flame light covered the ground, even covering himself. The fire tongue crackled and licked, some of the ants crackled and exploded like popcorn.

More ants turned into metal chains in the flames, firmly binding his arms, calves, and waist.

Moody, who was immobile, could not cast spells, and the flames turned into red embers, dissipating little by little in the sunset.

Hoffa crawled out of the obstacle curse and cautiously came to Moody who was trapped.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, Moody's blue eyes rolled frantically, and the sweat on his forehead wetted his gray hair.

Hoffa extended his hand to the wand in Moody's hand.

Suddenly, there was a colic in the heart.

He covered his chest and took two steps back. He didn't catch his breath.

The blood flow throughout the body has stopped.

Looking up, the sun was completely set, a crescent moon was shining in the sky, and the efficacy of the septic medicine had not passed. It felt as uncomfortable as a nail in the chest.

After losing the control of the owner, the metal chain on Mad-Eye Moody immediately shrank and dissipated, changed back to a grape branch, and fell to the ground.

He reacted very quickly. The moment he regained his freedom, he immediately stretched out the wooden leg and kicked Hoffa's chest.

Hoffa, who was affected by the septic potion, flew out almost without resistance and hit the wall.

Alastor Moody rolled over and climbed up, grabbed his wand, and pointed straight ahead regardless, "The chest is through the bone!"

Click, click, click, click! !

Three spikes appeared out of thin air, piercing Hoffa's chest in the blink of an eye, nailing him firmly to the courtyard wall, and his chest was pierced.

"Uuuuuuu..."

The smoke billowed, and the little Batty, who was paralyzed in the distance, let out a horrified whimper, and immediately crawled out of the door without looking back.

Moody stood in place panting. He looked at the still bald boy nailed to the wall, then looked at the ordinary grape vine on the ground.

Until now, he still couldn't imagine that he was trapped by a vine on a grape trellis just now. What kind of guy is that young bald wizard?

died?

The boy on the wall was motionless.

Should be dead.

Although he was nailed to the wall motionless, Moody still instinctively didn't want to get close to that guy. He walked up to Barty Crouch Jr. crawling on the ground. A palm turned him over.

"woo woo woo woo......"

The young man with withered hair let out a horrified whimper, raised his palm, unable to speak.

"Healing as ever!"

Moody's wand pointed at Batty's chin, and with a click, the removed chin was reattached.

"Hehehe...Moody, Moody's boss..." Little Batty sweated coldly, "You are...you are really strong."

"Shut up and tell me all the information about that guy, what's his name, where does he come from, and which family he belongs to?"

"I...I...I...I...Little Barty's eyes turned behind Moody's, and the expression on his face slowly changed from horror to sarcasm: "You want...you Think, know... Why don’t you ask him yourself? "

Ok?

Moody secretly said something was wrong, and he turned his head abruptly.

I saw that the young man who had been nailed to the wall with the Heart Cone Curse actually raised his head and looked forward indifferently. Afterwards, he pressed the spikes on his chest and followed the thick spikes of the three arms, and walked over little by little, blood pouring from his chest, but no drop of it fell on the ground.

Such a weird and abnormal scene made Moody secretly cry out.

Without saying a word, he immediately entered the state of apparition. Years of combat experience told him that he should leave here immediately.

Crackling.

The blood man broke off the spike and fell to the ground.

Crackling.

Mad Eye Moody entered Apparition.

But just before the apparition shifted, the strange boy appeared in front of him with a red blood mist, his palm fell lightly, and hit his neck.

The seemingly soft blow made Moody's body stand motionless and paralyzed like a lightning strike. His blue eyes almost turned to the back of his head, and he couldn't think of how the guy could move with his chest pierced.

Little Batty lay on the ground, looking at Hoffa in the moonlight, with tears of admiration and longing gleaming in his eyes, he almost cried, "It's amazing...Mr. Bach..... As expected of Mr. Bach..."

"Trash, shut up."

Hoffa turned his head slightly and interrupted Batty's flattery. The scar on his chest healed quickly under the moonlight, and the efficacy of the septic medicine was gradually fading.

"You...you...who are you!? With this kind of ability, you can't be a silent person..." Moody asked with a twitching body. The weird electric current flows in him, making him almost unable to move.

"Who I am, it has nothing to do with you."

Hoffa finished speaking lightly, and lifted Old Moody from the ground. He stretched his fingers to his eye sockets, took off his crazily turning blue eyes, and then took off Moody's prosthetic legs. These are all necessary props for him to disguise.

But when he took off Moody's clothes, Hoffa found a stack of documents on Moody's chest. Those are a few photos and some burnt bone samples.

Picking up the bone sample and looking at it, Hoffa immediately squinted his eyes. There was a rough triangle inscribed on the bone piece. Inside the triangle was a circle with a vertical line in the center of the circle.

Grim Reaper logo.

Not only that, but he could also perceive a strange aura on these charred bone fragments, which awakened some long-lasting memories hidden in his mind.

The mystery of death-Helheim.

When he was in the first grade at Hogwarts, Joey, the hunting field guard at the time, sacrificed his lifespan in order to communicate with the dead Thunderbird and opened the door to Helheim, the secret realm of the **** of death. He still remembers the cold air inside that door.

At this moment, he sensed the breath of the mysterious state of death on this bone piece.

"What are these?" Hoffa picked up the burnt bone fragments and asked Moody with a solemn expression.

"Don't you want to get anything from me, shapeshifter!"

Mad-eyed Moody sneered on the ground and said, "Having such an ability but not doing good, but following Voldemort, God is really blind..."

Hoffa snorted disdainfully, shook his head, and said to the little Batty Crouch standing behind him, "Imperius Curse!"

"Yes, Mr. Bach."

Little Batty was holding his chin just now excitedly, and stepped forward. The wand pointed at Moody on the chair, "The soul is out of the body."

White light flashed.

Mad-Eye Moody's eyes disappeared immediately, his expression became silly.

"Tell me, what is this?" Hoffa bent down and continued to ask.

"@#%^iui....."

Mad-Eye Moody slumped to the ground, muttering inaudibly.

"What are you talking about? Speak louder?" Hoffa pressed his ear to his mouth.

"￥"*+p...." The crazy-eyed man still mumbled aimlessly.

Hoffa furrowed his brows and pressed his ears closer, and he commanded loudly, "Speak more clearly. What are you talking about?"

Mad-Eye Moody sneered: "I said, I'm your grandpa."

Hoffa turned his head abruptly, and saw Aristo Moody's uncompromising one-eyed eye and the wriggling corners of his mouth under the pale moonlight.

cough! !

He snapped a tooth with his mouth open, and spit out with blood and saliva.

The distance was very close. Fortunately, the time limit of the septic potion had passed. Hoffa turned his head like lightning to avoid Moody's saliva, almost bending his head to ninety degrees.

But Batty, who was standing behind him, was not so lucky. He was sprayed with blood on his face.

He screamed and rolled frantically, covering his face.

Hoffa stood up slowly, looked at Mad-Eye Moody's mutilated but determined face, and realized that he still underestimated him after all. This guy actually got rid of the control of the Imperius Curse, and he was obviously also a very energetic wizard.

"Kill you!"

"Kill you!"

"Kill you!"

Little Batty roared to his feet, disheveled.

The Imperius curse didn't work, and he was spit on his face. He was so angry that he picked up a canteen from the ground and slammed it on the head of Old Moody.

boom! !

The kettle shattered, and the liquid in the kettle ran down Moody's cheeks, his head tilted, and he collapsed softly on the ground, unconscious.

"Kill you...Kill you...Kill you!"

Little Batty was not relieved. He raised the broken tiles in his hand with a distorted expression, but when he turned his head and saw Hoffa’s cold golden eyes, he abruptly dropped the tiles and began to keep on Moody's body. Spit, curse while spitting, "The old immortal, the old immortal, the old immortal..."

Hoffa watched Barty young spit on Aristo Moody like crazy, but didn't stop it. He carefully collected the photos and bone samples, and walked into Mad-Eye Moody's home from the yard.

There was no valuable furniture in the house, and the only furniture was destroyed in the battle with Batty.

But even so.

He still saw a whole wall in the living room with a huge map of Europe hanging on it. On the map of Europe, there were densely packed red labels, and when I walked closer, I found out that each label read-missing persons.

His own theater, the Welsh World Cup Stadium, is also marked.

Hoffa clenched his fists involuntarily, his eyes solemn.

Sure enough, Grindelwald's plan to destroy the world was not completely impervious. Someone still noticed the clues. It's just that for some unknown reason, this large-scale disappearance has not been reported yet.

He counted the locations marked on the map. There were more than a dozen locations in every country.

He took a breath.

In this case, not only two places, but more than a dozen places across Europe are being hit by unknown attacks.

If every place has as many missing people as its own theater, it is conservatively estimated that there are tens of thousands of people in more than a dozen places.

In just a few days, tens of thousands of people died, or the entire area of ​​Europe, which puzzled Hoffa.

How did the guy Grindelwald appear in so many places at the same time?