Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

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The wind rises among the Scottish mountains, which are always surrounded by clouds and mist. Blowing westward, over the gravel dunes, over the cedar forest, with the biting cold, blowing over the dark chaotic jungle of the Forbidden Forest.

When the wind crossed a certain invisible boundary, it rushed across the icy black lake, the icy dew stained it, rolled up Hoffa’s black cloak, and rolled over his brown wizard’s leggings, blowing the cloak on him. Flying behind him.

Although the proposal of the Nightmare God was put on hold again, he went over the mountains and returned to Hogwarts. He couldn't ignore Grindelwald's behavior, nor could he watch that he didn't do anything in the end again. Falling into reincarnation, he must do something.

However, the memory has deviated at this moment. The fanatical man riding behind the mountain monster beside him, under the triangular flag floating in the distance, is a villain like a stream into the sea.

There is not such a huge crowd in the original book, and the Triwizard Tournament is just a small three-school league, far from the world events like the Quebec World Cup.

He didn't know that his behavior caused the butterfly effect, which caused such a huge storm.

At this moment, on the banks of the Black Lake, crowds like ant colonies poured into the stands of the Quebec Stadium from all directions until the water blocked its entrance.

Hogwarts’ ban on apparitions was lifted, and a group of wizards with different accents came to Hogwarts from apparitions from all over the world.

The grandstand of the Kui Earth was enlarged a hundred times by magic, and the sky was flying with countless flying broomsticks. The ground is full of strangely dressed wizards, some of them have snakes around their necks, some have toads on their heads, toads eat flies with their tongues, and some make a crackling sound with their wands.

Some are dressed up luxuriously, while others are dressed up in shabby vicissitudes. Some are alone, some drag their family with their mouths, some are kind-looking, uncontested, some are cruel and brutal, with full of flesh and blood.

All the people who teach and teach are all gathered.

Hoffa read the news and knew what Grindelwald was thinking. He wanted to lure all the wizards to Hogwarts and kill them all. In his words, it was to rescue them from their dreams.

He knew this was a massacre of lunatics, but he didn't have any good solutions. Nicholas Lemay injected him with more septic medicines than he thought, and now he is not Grindelwald's opponent.

The only thing he can do now is to prevent Harry Potter from touching the trophy. As long as Voldemort is not resurrected, Nicholas Lemay will not have the resurrection technique to resurrect Chloe. As long as Chloe’s resurrection can be delayed, he There is still time to think of something.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom! !

On the spectacle expanded by magic, I don't know who beat the drums. Maybe it was a sacrifice from a certain Druid sect, or a shaman from a certain mountain monster tribe.

In the drumbeat, the crowd became frenzied, and they began to gather and dance, shaking their hair. In the center of the Quebec Stadium, dense plants began to grow savagely. They entangled with each other and kept going up. In the blink of an eye, a tree wall was formed and a maze was formed.

Boom boom boom!

The drums became denser and denser, and a faint mist filled the dense maze, with unknown beasts roaring in the mist.

The air flow rolled up again and blew through the fanatical crowd. The coldness in it was swept away. It became fanatical and savage, just like the emotions wrapped in the crowd.

Before the wind reached the tallest stone wall of Hogwarts, the frenzy it carried disappeared. It hovered around a high tower in the center of the castle, and rushed through the open windows at the top of the tower. Went in.

The heavily armed Grindelwald shivered under the kiss of this air current, and he moved his hands holding the elder's wand. He tied his head full of white hair behind his head with a narrow leather belt, his face without expression was like a stone sculpture.

"It seems that all the sober people are here."

Grindelwald turned to himself, and the back became Dumbledore's appearance.

The last ray of sunlight shone into the principal’s office at Hogwarts. Fox leaped restlessly on the branches. In front of Dumbledore’s desk, there were countless silver glass bottles densely placed, which carried clouds like clouds. Memory, up and down in the bottle.

He walked out of the office, and there was a loud shout outside the window. It was Ludo Bagman's voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch Stadium to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament."

Ludo Bagman happily held the microphone: "Here, I would like to first thank Bobby Jumping Magic Candy, Fengya Wizard Menswear, Light Wheel, and Silver Arrow for their strong support for this event. Of course, we are also honored. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, Albus Dumbledore, the Chief Wizard of Wisengamao, and the European Magic Association"

After he shouted the names of people for almost ten minutes, it was not until the audience booed impatiently that he put down the list in his hand and raised his hand skillfully: "Now, let us invite four warriors in. field!"

In the lavender twilight, four warriors walked out from the four corners of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!" Ludo Bagman said loudly: "I'll report the current score! Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter-85 points, tied for first place, Hogwarts School!" Applause and cheers flew the birds in the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky. "Viktor Krum-80 points, second place, Durmstrang College!" There was another round of applause. "Furon Delacour-third place, Boothbat College!"

"Damn, we haven't got in yet!"

"Not enough space!"

"Let one give way, let another give way."

"Is anyone here to organize it?"

Tens of thousands of people blocked the entrance of the ivory door and blasted the pot noisily, but the voice was soon suppressed by the applause of the infield.

Hoffa is also among the crowded people. The population density here is more than that of the New York Stock Exchange in the big bull market. The infield games have started, but he didn't even squeeze in this crowded wall.

But he was also prepared. He took a cowhide bag from his pocket and threw it high into the sky. In the leather bag flying room, there was a raindrop of Jin Jialong. This is not the Jin Jialong of Transfiguration, nor the fake money of the Irish Leprechaun. This is a genuine gold coin taken from Gringotts. The private wealth of his cheap "father".

After knowing that he has gone through 6,000 reincarnations, Hoffa has already seen a lot. Most of the things in this world are like dream bubbles, fleeting. If he is destined to return to the past, then the wealth of this era is again. What's the point?

The other wizards did not have Hoffa's consciousness. The crowded people suddenly forgot the fact that they couldn't get into the arena, and cheered.

Jin Jialong fell in the air like raindrops, the golden light overflowed, and even Ludo Bagman's eyes floated past. He will look suspiciously at the Garon Rain in the sky. If it hadn't been fooled by the Irish Leprechaun's fake money during the Quidditch World Cup, he would have lingering fears, but he was afraid that he would also rush in to **** it now.

While the sky was clamoring and fighting, there were also some people whose eyes were distracted. God knows whether they are awake or submerged in unconscious dreams.

But Hoffa couldn’t control it now. Taking advantage of others bend over to grab Jin Jialong’s gap, he separated from the crowd, stepped on their backs, walked on their feet like a tightrope, and rushed into the Triwizard Tournament without looking back. In the maze of the finals.

In the stands, Grindelwald held his binoculars and saw the middle-aged man in the golden rain, he couldn't help but smiled coldly: "Smelly boy"

He put down his binoculars, turned his head, and said to a one-eyed one-legged man standing beside him: "The time is up, let's give our audience the last performance."

The one-legged one-eyed man burst into flames in his palm, and said viciously, "As you wish, father."

After all, he floated up like a bolide, falling down from the high platform with thick black smoke, and disappeared into the maze of the Quebec arena.

The ghostly strolling Hoffa rushed all the way into the Quidditch Stadium of the Triwizard Tournament final, and followed the four warriors into the final maze.

At this moment night had fallen, and the tall hedges cast a black shadow on the path, whether it was due to the high and dense hedges, or the use of magic. As soon as he entered the maze, the voice of the audience was inaudible. Tranquility swallowed him in the blink of an eye, as if falling into the deep sea.

Not only that, because of the extremely lush vegetation, the stars in the sky were obscured, and the eyes were completely dark.

"Fluorescence is flying."

He raised his head and sang softly.

A silver spot of light flew out of his palm, illuminating a small piece of maze, the maze extending in all directions, with bifurcations everywhere. I don't know where to go.

Looking back again, the labyrinth where he came in grew and closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, sealing the entrance firmly.

hateful

Hoffa thought that if Nicole May had not injected himself with a septic potion, he would be able to become a nightingale, fly in from different intersections and find Harry Potter, and he would be able to find him soon.

But now he can only rely on two legs to walk, and his efficiency is too low.

But complaining is just complaining. He still chose a random path at the moment and plunged in abruptly.

As soon as he entered the lush jungle maze, there was the sound of vegetation quickly growing and closing behind him. At the same time, the maze in front of him was quickly branching out. The entire maze is like a living thing, mysterious and mysterious.

After running for nearly thirty minutes, Hoffa stopped. He noticed something wrong. Except for the shape of the fork in the road, the maze was no different from when he first entered.

He didn't find Harry Potter and Cedric, let alone the existence of the trophy, which made him feel anxious.

Others don’t know, but he clearly understands what the trophy is. It is the key to the resurrection of Voldemort. If Voldemort is resurrected, the snowball of fate will overwhelm him. What awaits him will be again. One fifty years.

He can't accept it.

Sha Sha Sha

Vegetation grows wildly and vines swim.

As he became more anxious, the labyrinth around him became more and more luxuriant, not only became luxuriant, the vegetation grew, the vines and branches formed an exaggerated smiling face, flashing past him, as if silently mocking.

Realizing that his state was not right, Hoffa closed his eyes and began to meditate cross-legged.

The heartbeat gradually slowed down, and the breathing gradually became steady. The light spots of the fluorescent curse in the sky gradually extinguished. When he opened his eyes again, his mind was finally free from the state of eagerly preventing Harry from touching the trophy. He was no longer anxious, and the bushes and vines around him finally stopped growing.

Dingling Dingling.

At this moment, there was a pleasant bell sound from a distance.

Along with the bells, there are regular pedaling sounds.

Ta Ta Ta

What weight is that stepping on the ground.

Hoffa couldn't help but stop, and a white male unicorn slowly walked out from the depths of the dark maze. It exuded a faint white light, like a walking light bulb, very conspicuous.

Hoffa's eyes widened. He had seen many unicorns, but he had never seen such an impressive one.

That unicorn is more than twice as strong as an ordinary unicorn. Its silver mane is slightly rippling in the air like a spring. Its four hooves are slender and strong, and every muscle on its body is slender. They are tight and towering, without a trace of fat, and its tail is tied into a neat little braid behind it, with agate and jewels hanging on it.

And on its black and thick single horn, there are two bright red ropes tied with a bell on the rope, the bell is dancing with the wind, and it exudes a burst of unknown fragrance. Butterflies and unknown colorful birds surround its huge unicorn, twittering.

The magical male creature walked by Hoffa in a haughty and arrogant pace, without squinting or looking at him at all.

It took a long time for Hoffa to come back to his senses after watching its impressive and majestic back disappear into the depths of the maze.

"Enough—"

The appearance of such an animal in the maze made Hoffa confused. After reading the original book, he knew that there were snails and giant spiders in the final maze, but why were there unicorns? Could it be that Harry didn't see it from his perspective.

He was puzzled.

After the unicorn disappeared, the maze was dimmed and quiet again.

But at this moment, Hoffa heard rapid and trembling gasps in the distance of the maze.

"Ho **** ho **** ha"

That is the voice of a person or a woman's voice. He followed the gasp and saw a tall girl in a white dress leaning against the corner of the jungle maze, clutching her chest and panting.

Her appearance reminded Hoffa of the former Aglaia, but her eyes were green, her eyebrows were much sharper than Aglaia, her lips were much thinner, and the overall look was much skinny. .

Hoffa naturally knew that she was Fleur Delacour, a warrior from Busbarton, a beautiful girl who also had Veeva blood.

"Are you okay?" Hoffa approached her, seeing her about to be constipated, and he tried to help her up. But after touching her body, she realized that her arm was hot and scary.

"it's okay no problem"

She shook her arm violently, but didn't care who was pulling her arm.

"I'm fine, I'm fine"

She barely got up, clutched her chest, clamped her legs and walked forward in a weird posture.

Hoffa couldn't help following her and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory?"

"I haven't seen me"

Fleur Delacour said absently, holding on to the dark maze, she walked forward step by step, panting in her mouth as if she had just run a few kilometers.

Hoffa saw that she was in a strange state. He couldn't help lighting up the Fluorescent Curse again. He was startled as soon as the light was lit. He saw the girl in front of her with sweaty hair sticking to her forehead, her cheeks flushed to the point of her neck. Red, she held the vines next to her tightly, and did not relax for a moment.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

He quickly grabbed Fleur Delacour, "What happened?"

Hoffa stopped, the Veeva girl stopped, her eyes without focus rested on Hoffa's face. one second. She removed her eyes and leaned against the vines and hedges:

"Excuse me, have you seen a white horse? A very beautiful, very beautiful white horse"

Fleur Delacour flushed and stammered, as if trying to suppress something.

horse?

Hoffa wondered: "Is it a horse or a unicorn?"

"Almost anyway, it's white, with big corners"

Furong gestured with her hands and said blushing.

Hoffa thought of the unicorn he had just seen.

Involuntarily pointed with his hand: "Over there."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt that this was wrong, because a strong sense of sight told him that doing so would cause some bad consequences, but he couldn't remember what the bad results would be.

The memory is gone, only a few hazy feelings are still there, which are the residual fragments of 6,000 cycles, he covered his head in a very uncomfortable manner, and the harder he thinks, the more he can't remember it.

"Okay, thank you"

Furong showed an obsessive look and walked in the direction Hoffa pointed out. Halfway, she remembered something, turned her head, pointed in the opposite direction of the maze, and said indifferently: "Oh oh, oh yes, if you want to find Harry Potter, just go northwest. When I came I've seen them whirr once."

After speaking, she gasped, without looking back, staggering towards the depths of the maze at a weird pace.

That is to say, the vision faded from his mind for a while, and when he raised his head again, Furong was gone. But Hoffa remembered what she said.

"Northwest"

He turned around in the hedge, ready to find Harry Potter.

At this time, in the dark night sky, a ball of fire flashed across, followed by the harsh sound of breaking the sky.

He looked back and saw that a middle-aged man fell from the sky, pressing his neck and pressing him a few hundred meters away. They made a deep scratch on the ground and ran into countless hedges all the way. ntent

Harry Potter and I am a legend