Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

When the flying broom and the Muggle fighter collided, time seemed to stagnate at this moment.

In the blue-black night sky like a curtain, the broom broke and the branches and sawdust were flying. Hoffa lay in the sky, arms forward, like Adam in the oil painting Genesis, while Aglaia was head down, her silver-haired flying face was full of panic, she also stretched out her hand and tried to hold Hoffa, but both People are a little short of distance.

In the distance, a German F-109 fighter jet turned 180 degrees on its side. It spewed out of flames and vowed to kill the two weird people it saw.

Under the two of them, there are British Spitfire fighter jets like whales going to sea.

In a flash of lightning, Hoffa activated the only active state that could be used, his arm stretched out, and he took Agleia's arm dangerously and dangerously.

He jumped away from the flying broomstick that had been completely scrapped. The other hand snapped the flying Spitfire like lightning.

Black nails pierced the glass at the top of the cabin, and in Aglaia's crazy screams, Hoffa took her to grab the vertical plane, like a rock climber on a cliff.

The pilot in the British Spitfire was also dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the young man in the sky on the top cabin of his plane. What happened before his eyes completely exceeded the world outlook and outlook on life he had accumulated for more than two decades.

"Hat　hell......"

Bang bang bang! !

His absence in this moment was fatal.

The German pilot did not let go of his flaws, and the bullets in the air passed by like shiny golden snakes.

Next second.

The frustrated British pilot was beaten into a sieve by the German pilot in the distance, his brain shot all over, and the blood shot Hoffa in the face.

The plane lost control. It was shot in multiple places and turned over. With this flip, Hoffa, who was originally vertical like a rock climbing, hung upside down in the sky, like a fitness athlete grabbing a horizontal bar.

"What should I do!"

Among the various voices, Aglaia's cry was inaudible at all. She was caught by Hoffa, and she was nearly a kilometer above her feet, and above her head was a Muggle fighter plane that had begun to smoke.

Hoffa glanced at Aglaia and let go of his hand decisively. She fell down.

"Ah! Bastard!!!"

The girl cried out in despair.

After falling by half a meter, she stopped her figure.

It turned out that Hoffa clamped her with his legs. She looked up, and saw Hoffa free up her hands and inserted one hand into the buckle of the plane booking. His arm violently violently pulled open the glass top of the plane.

The pilot who was beaten into a sieve was like a rag doll, rubbing the two of them, and fell down under the influence of the earth's gravity.

At this moment, the plane has also passed through the clouds and is falling rapidly downwards, and they have already left the range of England. Below is the turbulent Atlantic Ocean.

At this altitude and speed, there is no difference between hitting the Atlantic Ocean and hitting concrete ground.

Hoffa's spirit was extremely concentrated. He pulled the popped glass window and climbed into the plane, and then slammed the control lever of the plane.

The damaged aircraft turned over 180 degrees, from the belly up to the belly down.

The huge mechanical force dumped Hoffa and Aglaia.

Aglaia dared not look at anything, she covered her eyes and bit her mouth firmly.

Even though every step was thrilling like walking a tightrope, Hoffa was surprisingly calm, the plane reversed, and he sat in the **** cabin under the influence of gravity, and threw Aglea aside.

Aglaia looked behind her and found that the German plane was still chasing behind her. She screamed, "That person is still chasing us!"

Hoffa said without looking back: "You are a wizard, show some skills!"

"so what should I do now!"

"Shield Curse!"

Hoffa stared at the densely packed operation panel that was completely unintelligible in front of him, grasped the joystick in his hand, and pulled it up suddenly.

The plane was suddenly pulled up at a height of ten meters above the sea. The bullet snapped into the sea, splashing two rows of high water.

Aglaia was prompted, she propped up the shield with one hand, drew out the magic wand with the other hand, and shouted at the plane behind her: "All shattered!"

A blue light shot at the F-109 fighter.

The German pilot behind him didn't know what the blue light meant, but it didn't affect him as he pulled the joystick, avoided the smashing spell, and flew into the high clouds.

There was a roar.

Two planes get on and off one at a time.

Seeing the darkness pressing against the looming dangerous opponent in the sky, Aglaia asked Hoffa anxiously.

"Don't you fight back?"

Her voice was very blurry in the strong wind.

"No more, this plane is going to die soon!"

Hoffa pulled the joystick, and the control of the broken aircraft became more and more difficult. It braved black smoke and fire, swaying like a drunkard in the sky.

The colorful buttons on the operation panel were completely beyond Hoffa's understanding. He gritted his teeth, looked at the faint coastline in the distance, and immediately made a decision in his heart. He doesn't know how to swim, and fighting back now is undoubtedly seeking a dead end.

But when he fell into the Atlantic Ocean at this position, he didn't know how to die.

The only thing he can do now is to stay as close to the coast as possible before the plane crashes into orbit.

But the opponent did not give him too much opportunity, the German F-109 dived again, and the M2 machine gun on the fighter jet burst into flames.

Hoffa turned the joystick abruptly, and the British Spitfire lifted off diagonally, trying to avoid the bullet.

But as a layman, he was a professionally trained pilot opponent. His escape route was instantly seen through by the opponent. The German pilot skilfully activated the machine gun of the wing, and the tail of the Hoffa plane was instantly broken into pieces.

At this moment, the plane lost its balance and crashed into the sea. The burning belly had touched the sea, and soon the turbulent waves hit the plane's propeller.

Hoffa stretched out his hand, and the shield in his hand flickered a few times, like an old-fashioned TV screen with poor signal, the efficacy of the forbidden magic potion had not passed.

by! !

He retracted his hand and pulled the joystick tightly.

I don't know if it is really effective or inertial. The falling plane bounced unexpectedly, as if it was as light as a swallow in an instant, and it rose to a height of 15 feet again, hitting head-on with the cyclone in the air.

But this is just a moment of rebirth.

After the last lift-off, the aircraft completely lost power and its altitude gradually decreased.

Hoffa looked up at the German plane high in the sky. He had no intention of landing at all. He didn't carry out a strafe attack any more, he was just like a professional vulture, hanging from a distance, waiting for the destruction of his opponent.

Even with a distance of hundreds of meters in the sky, Hoffa could feel the coldness of the Muggle pilot in the F-109 fighter. Could it be that he could not die in Silby's hands, but was going to be killed by an ordinary soldier? What a shame among wizards...

Thoughts flashed by.

The plane hit the Atlantic Ocean.

A big wave more than one meter high hits head-on. In the scream of Aglaia, the burning plane rolled into the sea.

It exploded suddenly.

boom! !

At the moment of the explosion, Hoffa's eyes flashed. Fortunately, the effect of the forbidden magic potion finally ended.

He regained his ability to use magic. A pair of huge wings spread out from his back, he hugged Aglaia tightly, and the wings wrapped the two of them together.

The flames and the ocean engulfed the two of them. He held Aglaia in one hand, pinched his nose in the other, and fell down.

As the magic passed, Hoffa's wings grew harder. This is so, he still feels countless pieces of iron stuck in his wings.

The water was not deep, and after falling ten meters, he touched the seabed.

The gurgling bubbles surged, and there was a dull sound of water and rumbling pops in my ears. Before he breathed a sigh of relief, the propeller with the broken plane's nose stirred sideways like a meat grinder. Hoffa's eyes widened and struggling to step on the seabed to let the aftermath of the terrible explosion pass.

The propeller buzzed on the seabed, shaking up large patches of sand.

......

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In the air, seeing the explosion of the plane, the German pilot relaxed. He pulled up the plane and disappeared into the air quickly and decisively.

Ten seconds after the roar of the plane disappeared, the fire on the sea fainted.

On the bottom of the sea, the flames on the top gradually disappeared. Several frightened cod swam past Hoffa's eyes. He pinched his nose and looked at Aglaia, who had fallen into a coma, and opened his wings again behind his back.

He kicked the ground and flew upward.

Wow!

He broke through the water, holding Aglaia and got out of the water.

The night is deep. He still vaguely caught a glimpse of a dark object flying eastward, its light looming, and gradually disappearing. That is a German fighter plane.

he's gone.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. He was soaked and his clothes stuck to his body. His mouth was full of salty sea water, and he spit hard and lifted Aglaia's out of the sea.

The waves gleamed in the dark night, and the waves smashed by hands were like mercury in ink.

A dark coastline can be seen in the distance, which is the only thing to be thankful for.

He doesn't know how to water, but fortunately, the sea surface is very buoyant. He slapped his wings vigorously and freed himself from the sea.

The wings vibrated, and Hoffa hugged the limp Aglea and quickly glided from the sea to the shore.

As soon as he got ashore, he rolled to the ground exhausted, panting, and the wings that were born from the deformation of the human body quickly retracted and disappeared.

He looked at his magic watch, his magic power dropped by more than half, then he looked at the girl in his arms.

Aglaia probably choked a lot of water, and was now convulsing.

Hoffa laid her flat on the ground and began to press her chest with both hands.

As soon as he pressed it, Aglaia sprayed a water arrow from his mouth, just like Jenny Turtle, spraying Hoffa's face.

Misfortune...

Hoffa touched the water on his face and pressed it harder.

After a few squirts, she stopped spraying. But she didn't wake up either. Hoffa was afraid that she had suffered some terrible injury, so he opened her clothes to see if she was injured.

Just opened the clothes on the lower abdomen, revealing a white belly, and a weak voice came faintly.

"I'm fine, what are you doing?"

Hoffa looked sideways, and Aglaia had already woken up at this moment, with large ghostly blue eyes looking at him.

Helpless, he sat up straight and sighed: "What are you doing, I'm afraid you are dead."

Aglaia propped himself up with an elbow, looked at the sky, and then at Hoffa. Suddenly a look of excitement appeared on his face: "We are alive~!!!"

Mom's mental retardation... Hoffa didn't answer, his expression gradually indifferent. He had just consumed too much energy, and now he has entered the state of a sage with blank thinking.

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Aglaia didn't know what Barabara was still talking about. After talking for a long time, seeing that the young man suddenly didn't move and didn't talk to each other, she stretched out her hand and shook in front of his eyes, but found that he didn't even blink his eyes.

She pushed Hoffa several times, but he remained motionless. It looks like a clay sculpture of Bodhisattva.

"wack......"

She murmured, got up and looked around. At this time, it was almost nine o'clock, and the night was getting darker. Here is a gray sandy beach, behind which is an unfamiliar bush forest, with thick dead branches and fallen leaves scattered among the forests. They were accidentally thrown onto this unknown land without even knowing their geographic location.

The sea breeze shook, and she shuddered, so she went into the woods and began to collect firewood. Soon, she dragged a dozen firewood back to Hoffa and built a tripod.

She drew her wand: "flaming flames."

The firewood was instantly lit, and she took off her wet shoes and squeezed the seawater out of her stockings, then sat cross-legged barefoot on the beach next to Hoffa, and began to squeeze the seawater in her hair.

The two of them faced the sea in this way, looking at the deep blue starry sky above the sea. The sea breeze bursts, and the fire light shines on the faces of the two of them, and the surrounding is very quiet.

The bonfire allowed the surrounding temperature to turn, and gradually, the side effects of Hoffa's activation state disappeared. Like a thigh cramp, the blood rushes back after pressing the soles of the feet.

He moved a bit and regained his sanity.

"How are you?"

Aglaia felt it, she loosened her hair and asked.

After returning to normal, Hoffa didn't have much good face:

"Please tell me before giving the medicine, you know?"

"Know that."

Aglaia waved his hand indifferently.

"Could you be a little bit aftermath." Hoffa was helpless: "Do you know how dangerous it was just now?"

"Um...it's dangerous. These Muggles are so terrible, they can push us to this point."

Aglaia looked at the black sky, then at the rough sea, and suddenly smiled.

"But I think it's quite interesting."

Hoffa sneered: "It wasn't like that on the plane just now. You called it like a ghost howl."

"I'm just... Aye!"

Aglaia sneezed, interrupting the conversation.

She slapped her mouth twice, and said in a low voice, "This is much more interesting than staying at home."

Hoffa looked at Aglaia next to her and saw that she had no regrets at all. He couldn't help sighing: "Okay, happy birthday."

Aglaia smiled triumphantly, and made a fist with his right hand in the air.

Hoffa also shook his left hand and touched her.

But this was not over yet, after she finished the punch, she took advantage of the flow of Rahofa.

"Trojan Horse~"

She gave him a generous and resounding kiss on the cheek.

Hoffa was caught off guard, and quickly retracted.

But Aglaia didn't express anything else, nor was he embarrassed, it was as natural as breathing and drinking.

After a kiss, she stood up and said heroically: "Go! Let's sell medicine!"

"Selling medicine?"

Hoffa touched the saliva on his face and wiped it on his pants. "Please look around, please?"

Aglaia looked around: "What's the matter?"

Hoffa said lightly: "We are lost."