Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

An inexplicable black hung over the cave, but everyone who was eroded by the black changed their form unknowingly.

Some people grow sharp horns, some have eyes blood red, some have sharp teeth, some have elongated noses, even Dumbledore is not immune, his silver and elegant beard and hair have turned into black tentacles, forehead A lot of obsidian crystals were born on it, and they became a proper demon wizard.

Of course, the biggest change belongs to the old Batty Crouch.

After yelling that you are not my son.

His whole body twisted and swelled, turning into a Sartre with bent legs, arched back and long arms, and a long tail behind his ass.

And his mother's body shrank quickly and turned into a creature similar to a house elf.

"what's happening?"

Miller asked Hoffa.

"Probably this is what they look like in the eyes of Barty Little. Dreams are generally not explained to people, but only use images to symbolize things."

"Then this is really an obvious symbol."

Miller said to himself: "Why didn't you save him just now?"

"Dreams have nothing to do with reason, but only with emotions. Do you think we can take him away from here?

I still don't know what the purpose of this dream is, how to defeat my future self. Before we figure out the intention of this dream, we must not act rashly. "

Miller was stunned for a while, and then sneered slightly: "It's still nothing to do with yourself. When facing Aglaia, you can't see how calm you are."

Hoffa's face was unusually hot, so he turned his head away. But when Little Batty was dragged out of the dungeon by the Dementor, the entire underground cave was completely flooded with pitch black and ink. The tumultuous voices gradually extinguished.

"Why is it dark again?"

Miller's voice rang in his ears.

"Do not be afraid."

Hoffa said.

After a while, the black color gradually disappeared.

A huge gray screen appeared in front of Hoffa and Miller, illuminating several rows of empty chairs, just like the curtains of old-fashioned movies, there were even white digital countdowns on the curtains.

3, 2, 1

At the end of the countdown, a half-bald old man with thin hair and golden eyes stood on the screen, dressed in a suit, and said politely: "Welcome to the Hell Cinema. Now it is playing "Father and Son"."

"TF? Is that the future you?"

Miller looked at Hoffa confusedly, and Hoffa was also confused. He touched the soft cushion under his butt, and the black hardwood armrests beside him, and found that he and Miller were suddenly sitting in a theater, just short of popcorn and Coke.

Just thinking about it, a piece of popcorn and Coke really appeared in front of him. The popcorn was blown golden and exuded a tempting fragrance of milk. There were ice cubes swaying in the coke, condensing water drops hanging on the glass.

"What's the situation?" Miller looked at the popcorn on his lap. We... weren't we just now... weren't we just watching Barty's trial? "

"This is a dream, there is no logic at all."

Hoffa said, eating a bite of popcorn really tastes the same as in the real world: "If you come, you will be at ease, see what I want to do in the future version?"

As he was talking, a lake appeared on the front screen, the lake slowly pulled closer, and then a castle appeared. The scene was familiar to Hoffa, and it was Hogwarts and the Black Lake.

He couldn't help sitting upright, what would he want to do in the future, would he want to play the whole series of Harry Potter movies in front of him?

Just thinking about it, the camera continued to pull in, and gradually pulled to the shore of the Black Lake, two figures appeared in the camera. The quarrel also sounded.

"You made me ashamed more than ten years ago, but now it's hard for others to forget you, are you going to make another Longbottom incident!?" The man on the screen shouted.

"The Longbottoms are not my hands! What did Bellastreich do, why did you push it over my head." The young man shouted loudly and unwillingly.

"What's the difference between what you didn't do and what you did, stupid?" The middle-aged man scolded severely: Don't think I don't know what you want to do while hiding in Hogwarts! Say, do you want to resurrect the person whose name can't be said? "

"I don't have one, I am serving a serious wizard now!"

"Serve? You sordid thing, where did you lose the dignity of your wizard? How can my Crouch family have such shameless offspring as you!"

"Why do you say me, aren't you also a dog of the Minister of Magic?"

The people on the screen are Batty Jr. and his father Batty Old. They are standing by the Black Lake and arguing. The quarrel is gradually escalating.

Snapped! !

Old Batty slapped his face with a slap, pointed to his nose and cursed:

"You dare to follow me Tikonelli Fudge. I could have done a lot in the position of Minister of Magic, but it was all mixed up by your uselessness!"

"Deserve it!" Little Batty stepped back, covering his face, crying sharply; "You are also worthy of being an official of the Ministry of Magic? You can't even manage your own home, you still have to manage society!?"

Snapped! !

It was another heavy slap that slapped Little Batty's face with blood, and the old Batty roared angrily: "If you are wrong, dare to say it again?!"

"Are you still when I was a kid?"

Little Batty was frantic, picking up a stone from the ground and hitting the old Batty’s head: "Since I was a child, you kept me in a room for a week, and every time I When I come back from Hogwarts, you will tell me that my studies are not as good as others, time and time again, time and time again!!"

"If you can't do it, you have to blame others. You will find excuses in your life."

"shut up!"

Little Batty rushed in furiously, holding down Old Batty, and roaring with exhaustion: "You ruined my life and ruined my confidence! I don't even dare to look at the girl I like, I want to kill I'm going to kill you!"

"come."

But Old Batty held up his arms extremely contemptuously, without pulling out his wand, letting little Batty grab him: "Come on, Oedipus, come quickly, kill me, you trash, if you You dare to kill me, and you live like a man, but do you dare?"

"you you..."

On the screen, Little Batty was panting, holding a stone, her hands shaking.

Outside the screen, Hoffa and Miller stared at the boss, staring at the screen without blinking. None of them expected that Barty, who had just passed them by, suddenly ran into the screen.

For a long time, the stone did not fall.

"Yes, you are my father..."

Little Batty slowly let go of his hand, took a step back, and put down the stone.

He saw his eyes flushed and he gritted his teeth and said, "I won't kill you, but I need your apology. You'd better hurry up and tell me the apology you owe me for decades, and let's talk about other things."

"Dreaming, I apologize to you. You deserve it too."

The old Barty on the screen snorted coldly, turned his head and left.

After a few steps, Little Batty didn't keep up, so Old Batty turned around and cursed again: "Why are you still in a daze? If you don't understand people, go back and stay honestly for me."

"apologize."

Little Batty lowered his head and squeezed out between his teeth.

Old Batty was really angry. This time, he took out his wand from his waist and swiped it down. The wand became a rope.

Snapped! He walked forward with the rope, the fury on his face made him look very stubborn.

"From childhood to adulthood, one day made me feel at ease. Before the family had you, my career was smooth, and you were added. Your mother was sick and my job dropped. All my ambitions were ruined by your rat shit. ."

He lifted the rope to the little Barty's neck, but was hit in the head by a rock. This downward force sank vigorously, exhausted all the strength of his body, and the blood flowed out on the spot.

"you...!?"

Old Batty clutched his gurgling head and looked at Batty in disbelief.

A successful blow was followed by a stormy attack.

"No apology, no apology, no apology, no apology, no apology?"

Little Batty madly smashed old Batty's head with a rock like crazy, and smashed him to the ground. The splashes on the screen were all blood.

Hoffa and Miller opened their mouths, and the popcorn in their hands fell to the ground.

I don't know how long it took. In the end, the old Batty on the screen fell on the rocky floodplain of the Black Lake, his head split into seven petals, almost non-human.

Little Batty stood trembling on the spot, carrying a blood-stained stone with a trance.

The picture gradually faded.

The cinema plunged into darkness again.

.....

After a while, Miller's hoarse voice came from his ears.

"Huh, it's really a father and son cannibalism!"

He took a bite of popcorn viciously: "If you want me to say, Old Barty deserves it. He reminds me of when Adbe was young."

Hoffa didn't speak. He hadn't figured out the meaning of this dream until now. He first showed himself Barty's trial, and then showed himself Barty's father killing. What would he want to express in the future?

Was thinking about it.

The movie screen lights up again.

......

It's the same little Batty, and the same is the old Batty.

But this time, the location has changed, not Black Lake, not even Hogwarts. It's a dark basement. There is a dining table in the basement. On the table are a few simple home-cooked dishes, bread, salad, wine and the like.

Barty and his son sat at the dinner table facing each other. A house elf was diligently helping Old Barty to drink wine and helping Little Barty to spread napkins. It was Shining.

There are two candles hanging on the wall. Although they are underground, they still seem to be warm and harmonious.

The house elf Shiny brought up a pot of vegetable salad. Little Barty frowned at the table of vegetarian food, and complained: "Shiny, let me cook a steak."

Shining immediately turned her head and walked up the stairs.

"Wait."

Old Batty stopped it, and saw him shaking his napkin, and said slowly: "Eat fruit tonight."

"I said I don't like fruit."

Little Batty said.

"No one asks what you like to eat, kid, and, by the way, remind you that eating fruit at night will keep you in the right spirit to face work the next day."

"I don't see any work in this basement that can be done for me." Little Batty sneered sharply.

Old Batty glared at him, looking very majestic and dissatisfied. He slowly said, "You invited me to eat, but you didn't respect my eating habits. Is this how the mysterious man taught you?"

Little Batty's forehead burst into a few veins, and he took a few deep breaths. However, he sat down slowly, and said to Shining with an urn voice, "Eat fruit tonight."

"Okay, little master."

Shining whispered, fetching a pot of salad for Barty.

"Come on, what can I do with me?" Old Barty leaned back in the chair relaxedly, with some arrogance and pride: "Say okay first, if you want to leave here, I don't allow it, if you want to raise the cost of living, I I won't agree."

"Do not want any."

Little Batty squeezed the fork tightly: "I asked you to accompany me to dinner. I just want to ask, Aunt Polly’s daughter, my sister Olive, if you sent it to the U.S. if you want to make it in Ifamoni. Exchange Students?"

"Yes, who told you? Shine, or Olive herself?"

Little Batty didn't speak.

"Sparkling."

Old Barty yelled with a cold face, and the elf in the kitchen immediately put down his work and ran down the stairs.

"Who told him that Oliver was going to Ifamoni, was it you or Oliver?"

"Yes... it's me..." Shining said in horror. It rubbed the wrinkled apron and said in a panic: "I see that the little master can't receive outside information every day, so just...so Just...so..."

"My son doesn't need outside information, Shining, if there is another time, don't blame me for giving you a dress."

The elf was so scared that he knelt down on the spot and crawled on the ground.

Little Batty clenched his fists with an iron complexion.

"Okay, go down."

Old Barty waved his hand in annoyance and drove away the panicked elf.

"Yes, I do want to send Olive to Ephraim. What's wrong?"

"Are you crazy?"

Little Batty said depressively: "The United States is so far away, and Olive has been in poor health since childhood. We have no relatives in the United States. Why did you send her to such a far place, she is a girl... ."

"Do you think everyone is you?"

Old Barty raised the volume sharply, "Oliv will take care of herself."

"She's only twelve years old!"

"Some people are already Animagus when they are twelve years old!"

The old Barty's momentum is rising steadily, and it seems that he has to suppress his son.

"I haven't heard of the twelve-year-old Animagus!" Little Barty said in shock: "What are you kidding? You didn't make this decision last month. You will send her to the United States this month. , Is it because she sneaked into the cellar last month and glanced at me?"

"enough!"

Old Barty slapped the table, and the salad plate jumped: "Don't point fingers at my decision, and don't speculate about my thoughts. For my decision, you just need to approve it and follow it!"

After he finished speaking hard, he bit off the cherry tomatoes on the fork, threw the fork away, and wiped his mouth with the napkin.

"I can have dinner quietly in the restaurant, but you call this kind of place just to tell me something awkward."

After speaking, he got up and left the dim dining table in the basement, got up and walked out.

"stop!"

Little Batty called him coldly behind the old Batty.

Old Batty turned his head.

"You are afraid that other members of the family will know of my existence, right? You are afraid that Oliver will leak the news of my existence, so you ignore her body and send her to the United States, right?"

Old Batty was a little surprised, but he curled his lips, disdain to answer, and continued to walk up.

"Is your only seat in your eyes?"

Little Batty raised the volume, "Apart from the few broken chairs of the Ministry of Magic, do you have anything else in your eyes?"

boom! !

Old Batty raised his hand and waved his magic wand.

The back of the dining table in front of Little Batty was fried into a mess, and it was shattered. Green vegetables and red tomato juice mixed with porcelain shards slowly flowed down from Little Batty's face.

"Yes."

Old Batty said indifferently: "To tell you the truth, your sister must go to Ifamoni. The reason for going is that I don't want to see her sneaking to the basement to see you. You, the province, will take other members of the family. It's also bad! For this, I also cast her an oblivion curse, so that she can completely forget your existence!"

Listening to his father's words, Little Batty sat back on the chair with a pale face as paper, with no blood on his lips.

"To blame, blame yourself for being so unbearable."

He put his wand back in his pocket. He glanced contemptuously at the little Batty who had fallen behind the mess, and turned and left.

But just when he stepped onto the basement stairs, ready to walk towards the exit.

A silver knife pierced in from behind his neck, and the tip penetrated his neck, bringing out a touch of red.

Rub it!

Little Batty pulled out the knife, pierced it into his father's neck again without hesitation, and then violently pulled it out for three consecutive knives.

Hey, blood is splashing.

"what!!"

In the shimmering screams.

The picture faded, and the cinema plunged into darkness again.

.....

.....

"This?"

The popcorn that Miller had just reached his mouth did not fit in, and fell from the corner of his mouth, "This...I thought it was a flashback technique in the legend, how is this... how can this be killed again?"

Hoffa's expression was dignified, and he didn't want to understand. Both things seemed extremely real. It was Barty Jr. who killed his father. But the cause and location are also completely different.

Of course, it is impossible for Old Batty to die twice in a row.

No one can, what is the situation?

.....

.....

Just thinking about it, two more people appeared on the screen in front of him.

Not surprisingly, it was Batty and Batty again.

This time, nothing fancy.

As soon as the two appeared on the screen, they fought frantically.

The scene this time is neither the Black Lake of Hogwarts nor the table in the basement. This time it was in a cemetery with heavy rain.

They fought together in the mud in front of a tombstone, and the two of them were covered in mud.

"Don't give me back yet, you are a shame!"

The old Batty pressed the little Batty under his body, strangling his throat tightly, it looked like a murderous posture.

Little Batty's face rose to purple, he fell on the ground, and touched the ground with his hands: "I won't go back, will you continue to be locked in the cellar as a mouse when I go back!?"

"When the mouse was found to be strong by you, you are enough to shame me, do you want me not even the director to do it?"

Old Barty's forehead was violent, and his arm was harder.

Thunder and thunderstorms in the sky.

Little Batty was filled with grief and anger, tears mixed with rain: "Then in that case, why did you fish me out of Azkaban, what are you doing!?"

"You think I want to save you, waste. It's not your old mother who pityed you for this waste and sacrificed herself to save you. Now, your mother is mad at you. Do you think someone can protect you?"

"My mother was not mad at me, you old beast! You know the Ministry of Magic all day long, you don't care about her at all!"

"That's better than you following Voldemort, you stupid, trash, shit-headed trash! You are the one who mad at your mother, and you still have the face to come to the cemetery to see her!"

Old Batty pressed the little Batty to the tombstone and pressed his head to the tombstone: "You and your group of friends and friends have lost my face! You still have the face to quarrel with me..."

Bang bang!

After two consecutive hits, Batty turned around and dragged his father's thigh, dragged him to the ground, then rode on him, shouting with all his strength:

"Then why me?"

He pinched Old Barty's neck tightly: "Then tell me why it's me!"

"What and why are you? Tell me clearly when you speak, don't say half and leave half, who taught you this broken habit!"

boom!

A flash of lightning flashed under the white light.

Little Batty's expression was like a demon, and he yelled distortedly and unwillingly:

"Why am I your son, why should I be your son? Why can't I be someone else, why can't I be born in that kind of normal family, why are you never satisfied with me!?"

"Why are you!? I still want to ask why you are my son?"

Old Barty roared under the lightning: "With a motivated and decent father like me, most people can't ask for it. I don't know how many outstanding young people are willing to be a secretary for me. Those people are even **** More personal than you, you dare to ask why me?"

Old Barty spit on his face, "Don't let me see your stupid face again, upset stomach!"

"Then you don't give birth to me, I made you to **** my mother?"

Little Batty roared wildly, his arms strained.

"There is no chance to come back," Old Batty also grabbed Little Batty's neck: "If I can come again, I would rather shoot you on the wall, in the toilet!"

"I kill you!"

Little Batty shouted frantically, "You die for me!"

"Look who will die first!"

Old Barty punched Barty little in the face.

The tears between the father and son went into white-hot.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt from the sky struck two people. The two father and son who fought each other were chopped into coke at the same time.

The screen is dark again.

......

The screen lights up again.

Old Batty and Batty appear again.

......

The screen is dark again.

Little Batty kills old Batty.

......

It lights up again.

The two appeared.

......

dark.

Old Batty died.

......

Lights up.

appear.

......

dark.

death.

.....

Lights up.

......

Hoffa and Miller were sitting in this peculiar movie theater position, with popcorn in their hands, and stared blankly at the quarrel between the father and son of the Crouch family. The location was different every time. The reasons are different, some are because of big things, and some are because of some trivial things.

And this father and son are simply natural rivals, and there are differences in everything. Family, property, behavior style, even eating taste, sexual orientation, etc...

But no matter what the process is, Little Batty will eventually kill Old Batty, or die with him.

The movies on the screen circulate like this.

again and again,

again and again,

again and again,

Finally, about the twelfth time, Hoffa finally couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and shouted in the cinema: "What kind of plane, who is showing the movie? Come out for me!"