Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

By the time Barty and Hoffa got out of the carriage, the people outside were almost gone.

Hogwarts Castle in the distance is still majestic in the night, with too many hidden secrets.

On the Black Lake, you can see the rugged splashes on the surface of the lake. It was hundreds of first-year freshmen who performed traditional river crossing ceremonies, headed by a strong man who whistled and had thick hair.

On the other side, hundreds of silent night skies pulled the carriage and slowly moved forward in the rain, passing through the gate carved with winged boars, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Do you want to keep up?"

On the platform, Little Batty didn't move, he asked the owl anxiously under the umbrella.

Hoffa stood in the cage, looked at the dark Hogwarts castle, and shook his head: "No."

"Why not, we might miss the banquet if we don't go."

"I said no, no!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth, he couldn't explain to Batty.

Because Cedric Diggory, who had just been weird, was under control, he did not dare to enter Hogwarts rashly. He was not sure what was waiting for him in the castle, honestly he was a little bit shadowy.

"Ok."

Little Batty stood there still.

In the distance, a train attendant carrying a lantern and covered in a black rain lot, walked towards here slowly, seeming to be checking the train.

"Don't just stand, find a place to hide." Hoffa said cautiously.

"Yes."

Little Batty was holding an umbrella in one hand and pushing a cart in the other, walking towards the castle like a tool man, but before going up the steps, he turned a corner and walked towards a huge willow tree in the distance.

The willow tree has twisted spots on its body, which looks like a huge face. Its branches are densely facing upwards, like sturdy octopus legs, constantly shaking in the rain.

Hoffa knew that it was the beating willow, which was planted by Harry Potter's father. When Hoffa was in school, this thing didn't exist at all.

But Little Batty seemed to be familiar with the willow tree. He didn't get too close to the tree. When he was about fifty meters away, he bypassed it and came to the edge of the empty forbidden forest. Here, they can see an old stone house in the distance, as well as large pumpkins in the rain.

"Is it all right here, Mr. Bach?" asked Batty Jr.

"Ok."

"But... then, how long shall we stay here?"

Little Batty was confused.

The iron cage became a rain hat, and Hoffa changed from an owl to a human form. He stood by the forbidden forest and looked at the lights of the castle in the distance. Until now, he was still unable to determine whether he was controlling Cedric. Who, this makes him very upset.

A certain kind of air-conditioning gradually spread on the hunting grounds, and the sound of Xixisuosuo’s footsteps was heard from the depths of the rainstorm forbidden forest. The footsteps were mixed in the rain and could not be detected at all, but Hoffa at night still touched the restlessness. The source is very similar to the anxiety during the Quidditch World Cup.

At this time.

......

"Sind　alle　gegangen?" (Is it finished?)

"Sie　sind　alle　gegangen." (finished)

"K?nnen　ir　anfangen?" (Can you start)

"Fangen　ir　an." (Let’s start)

Someone was speaking in the Forbidden Forest, the language was German, and the voice was very low. Hoffa narrowed his eyes and turned his head little by little.

Little Barty heard no sound at all. Seeing Hoffa looking behind him, he asked curiously: "What's the matter, Ba..."

A finger was placed on his lips, blocking the room for him to speak: "Follow me behind, don't talk." Hoffa whispered.

The two quietly walked to the place where the sound came from. The few people in the dense forest had nothing to say after the first few words, only the sound of some stones rubbing on the ground.

Click, click, click...

Through the shadows of the dense forest, Hoffa saw a paradoxical picture in the depths of the shadows. In the gloomy humus soil, three men wearing birdcage helmets kneeled in the darkness deep in the forbidden forest, naked or undressed. Speaking, each of them held a sharp knife in his hand, and under them was a row of stones in circular patterns.

Lightning flashed, and they all raised their sharp knives and slowly pierced their chests, drawing a circle, a triangle, and a vertical bar on the chest.

Blood gushed from their pale bodies, but their faces didn't mean much pain, on the contrary, there was a deep relief.

The blood mixed with rainwater flowed into the circular array on the ground, and spread quietly, raising layers of blood mist in the air. The red mist was as strong as a flame, burning silently on their bodies.

The biting cold wind blows from unknown places, causing countless frost to condense on the surface of the surrounding leaves and bushes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hoffa's face changed and changed again. This was a kind of ritual, which was very similar to the blood symbol that opened Helheim that Joey, the old hunting ground guard, drew on his hand, but it was not the same.

What are these people calling.

Seeing that the three of them dwindled at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, Little Batty backed away in a panic.

Hoffa pressed his head, and the hat on his head quickly transformed into a birdcage exactly like the sacrificial trio. Then he quickly walked out of the hiding place and walked towards the sacrificial trio.

When the three people bathed in the red flame saw Hoffa, they all showed stunned expressions.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Didn't the master say that the plan was postponed?" Hoffa murmured in fluent German. He didn't know what the three of them were doing, only that they were Grindelwald's subordinates.

"The master only arranged for the three of us to open the door, what are you doing?" a shriveled man said weakly in the burning red blood mist.

"Open the door, what door to open?"

Hoffa stepped forward and asked, "Where is the master now?"

"Master is...wait, how can I not notice your thinking." In the circle, one of the men pointed at the iron cage on Hoffa's head alertly.

Hoffa: "What?"

"He is not ours."

One of them stood up suddenly, released his palm, and screamed in the red flame: "Change the coordinates, don't let the master come over!"

As soon as the voice fell, the three climbed out of the circle and ran away in three directions.

Hoffa rushed towards the three guys covered in fire, but they didn't run far, the blood-colored flame engulfed the three of them. They burned out like paper men, and their bodies gradually turned into mud in the rain. Substances flow slowly along the current.

When Hoffa came to them, only a few burnt black bones could be seen on the ground.

"this is...?"

Hoffa picked up a skull.

The extremely cold skull cracked in his hand, as crisp as a biscuit. It was exactly the same bone he had seized from Mad-Eye Moody.

Patter...

Something fell from the sky and fell on his face.

He couldn't help touching it. It was a cold and wriggling thing. He took it out and took a closer look. It turned out to be a reddish-brown worm, one finger long, twisting in his hand.

"Bah... Mr. Bach!" Little Batty's horrified voice came from behind.

He turned his head and saw that Barty, who was hiding in the distance, stretched out his fingers tremblingly and pointed at his head.

Hoffa looked up and saw that there was a gap in the sky above the thunderclouds. The dark night sky seemed to have opened a triangular eye. It tore a gap in the space, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly!

A super strong cold wind blew out from the eye-like cracks, blowing across the ground, causing the surrounding trees to creak and creak ice edges, as if to blow people to their gods.

Afterwards, clicks, clicks... countless maggots fell from the cracks in the eyes above the head like rain.

The cold wind hit Little Batty, he let out a scream, knelt down on the ground while clutching his head, and rolled frantically on the ground.

The maggots falling from the sky soon drowned him who was screaming.

Hoffa was shocked. He rushed to Barty in three steps and fished him out of the worm.

At the moment, Barty's face was pale as paper, her body was trembling crazily, and her mouth was shouting inexplicable words meaninglessly. It looked like Dumbledore was suffering from a poisonous potion in a cave.

"Why...father...father...why...why?" he screamed crazily with a twisted expression.

"Little Batty!? Batty, Crouch!?"

Hoffa grabbed Barty's head and tried to wake him up, but he struggled with great strength. While struggling, he foamed at the mouth and made a snoring sound, "Hoo...huh...sparkling...sparkling...sparkling...sparkling...where are you?"

"How are you, Batty, can you hear me?"

Hoffa patted his cheek anxiously.

Little Batty shook his head in confusion, and shook his hand with saliva.

At the same time, the maggots that fell from the sky slowly piled up. At first they had no rules at all, but gradually, they piled up in the shape of two people, one pile of worms holding the other pile. insect.

"Damn!!"

Hoffa let go of Barty Jr. and stood up.

The pile of maggots in the distance also loosened the other pile of maggots and stood up. The group of maggots rustled away and was very disgusting.

Looking up at the sky again, the cracks in the sky have disappeared without a trace, and the air-conditioning is no longer blowing. Only those bugs were left, imitating their own actions constantly.

Hoffa figured out the cause and effect. The three people originally wanted to summon Grindelwald, but when they found out that they were here, they should change their minds immediately. They gave up calling Grindelwald and instead summoned the Mystery of Death Hull. Heim's maggot monster, this kind of maggot monster he saw once in the first grade in the mysterious state of death, can imitate living people infinitely.

Gradually, the pile of maggots that fell from Helheim glued together, becoming more and more like him. In the beginning, it was just acting like, but in the end even his bald head and golden eyes were imitated, but his figure was much larger than Hoffa.

The maggots were tumbling, and finally, when the worms could no longer see the appearance of the worms, it looked at its palms humanely, then looked around, showing an expression of ecstasy...

"Free, we are free!"

The huge guy who was exactly the same as Hoffa showed a happy expression, "We are free!!!"

It looked up and saw the lights of Hogwarts Castle in the distance, and rushed towards Hogwarts in the distance like a happy one, "I'm free!! Hahaha, I'm free!!!"

Its appearance made Hoffa’s forehead violent. He buckled a pine tree next to him and uprooted the pine tree. Then he swung a stick on the body of the giant imitation monster, smashed it upside down and flew a hundred meters, smashing it. Broken countless trees.

"We are free... We are free...!!!"

The huge Hoffa turned into a worm without even noticing it. After being smashed into the air, it climbed up from the ground again, holding a big tree, and began to lick the rain on the tree, its mouth was drooling, and it looked very ghostly.

Licking and licking, there was a violent growl in his stomach. So he grabbed a handful of soil and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and uttering intoxicated compliments, "The taste of reality...the taste of reality...freedom, freedom!!!"

Then he got up again and rushed towards Hogwarts Castle.

"Free your mother!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth, his destiny was so weird and changeable, he himself didn't dare to make a lot of publicity in this world, and acted in a low-key manner, how could he let another monster ten meters tall and exactly the same as himself rush out with joy.

So he leaped high, and another Yusong smashed his head down, smashing the huge wood in his hand to pieces.

At this time, the head of the huge imitation monster was bent over by the entire smash, and was smashed into the rain to a depth of several meters.

"You can't kill me...hahaha, I'm just like you."

Imitating a strange ghost with a smile, his palms propped on the ground, his chest turned 180 degrees, facing the sky, his chest was also shining with a ferocious three-ring red light, in the night and heavy rain, his body bent quickly Back to normal.

This can also be imitated?

Hoffa touched his chest and was stunned. The body blessed by the night **** is his arrogant capital at night. If this guy is another enlarged version of himself, he can still have all his strength...

In less than a few seconds, the ten-meter-high self had three heads growing out of his chest, and each head opened its mouth in the blood basin, and six blood wings appeared behind it.

"Free, free!"

It laughed, leaping high in ecstasy, rushing straight into the sky, the sky flashed with thunder, and the heavy rain reached its peak at this moment.

It's over...

Hoffa thought that this kind of anti-common sense thing must not be allowed to go to Hogwarts. Once this thing enters, the plot, the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry Potter will all be over.

Fortunately, he had solved hundreds of crises, and he didn't panic right now, and took out a whole tube of septic medicine directly from his pocket. The wings shook behind him and flew straight into the sky.

High in the sky, the ten-meter-old impersonator showed disdain and slapped him with a palm, like a fly.

Hoffa, who flew up, flew upside down. A human-shaped pit tens of meters deep was smashed into the ground.

"Free! Haha, Helheim, we escaped!"

The imitation monster flew in the air with a laugh, without noticing that his lower body turned into a worm again and fell to the ground.

A palm stretched out from a deep hole in the ground.

One palm.

Accompanied by a loud click.

Thunder fell from the sky with the thickness of thighs.

The impersonator who had been injected with the septic medicine was instantly wiped out by a purple electric current, and even the surrounding trees were chopped and toppled.

Hoffa slowly crawled out of the pit, muddy. He came to the insects that had fallen from the sky-they were no longer humanoid, and after struggling for a few times under the residual current, they gradually turned into pitch-black insect shells.

Except for the rain and thunder, there was only Barty moaning meaninglessly and painfully in the woods, and there was a strange silence.

Hoffa was a little scared.

He has almost figured out Grindelwald's routine now. This old guy doesn't know where to hide, but as long as there are many people, he will send people over to carry out indiscriminate massacres everywhere.

This time I was lucky and didn’t enter the auditorium with other people. I happened to find Grindelwald’s minions hiding in the forbidden forest and didn’t let Grindelwald come directly. If I didn’t find out, it would be the Quidditch World Cup. To repeat it again. God knows how these guys penetrated in.

"Sparkling...Sparkling...take me out of here...Sparkling, what should I do...Sparkling...what should I do..."

The little Batty puppet, who suffered a disaster from the unreasonable disaster, knelt on the muddy ground like a puppet, chanting like a house elf in his mouth.

Hoffa frowned when he saw Barty's appearance. He remembered that Joey told him in the first grade that people with low mental strength could not bear the cold wind in Helheim. Barty was A typical low-spirited person, who has just been blown by the wind, has not died yet, but is mentally confused.

Hoffa was not sure if he could heal him.

However, he had just confirmed one thing, the door to the mysterious state of death can be opened, and maybe he can find a way to the mysterious state of death in Hogwarts.