Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Mount Kilimanjaro, Africa, 1913

A small town on the border of Tanzania.

Some sporadic fires ignited by the fighting illuminate the streets. The heat in the air is like boiling magma, shrouded in night. A row of war horses rushed across the mountain road, their horses hoof stepping on the yellow ground to roll up dust in the sky.

The horsetail dragged a group of girls, who were bound with their hands, and ran forward staggeringly under the lead of the rope.

On horseback, British soldiers in black shoulder-length suits were carrying shotguns and holding torches. Their expressions were full of enthusiasm. They were on their way back to the barracks.

Back on the outskirts of the barracks, the soldiers jumped off their horses, and a group of soldiers dragged several black girls on the mountain. The woman whose hands were cut back by the soldiers had disheveled clothes and disheveled hair. The looks are quite pretty, some are not even adult.

These are some Sukuma women, and the perpetrators are soldiers who have not received much education. Their faces are full of screaming expressions. It is obviously not the first time that they have done such a thing.

This land is under British high-pressure governance, and no one cares what happens to a group of black people.

At this time, the three war horses stopped from far and near, riding three private soldiers in blue canvas uniforms on their horses.

One has the appearance of a teenager, with silver hair and fair skin.

A young man, tall, blond and blue-eyed.

The last young man with black hair, blue eyes, and a blade of grass in his mouth looked quite daunting.

The blond young man on horseback stared coldly at the chaos in front of him, his face was not fanatical, only indifferent.

The black-haired man beside him noticed the enthusiasm of his companion flowing under his calm appearance, he vomited the grass roots, and whispered a warning:

"Don't make trouble, Grindelwald, we have more important things to do."

At this time, a girl over ten years old was dragged past from under the horse's hoof.

She screamed, half of her cheek bulging, and there was a very obvious palm print on it. Her right eye had been beaten and she couldn't open it completely. It was swollen to reveal only a gap, and blood oozes from the corner of her nose and mouth. The flow is everywhere.

The rough-worked clothes were obviously torn by brute force, and the bare, dark skin was covered with scratches and blood, which looked a bit harsh.

The man did not speak, but the palm of his hand holding the rein was already clenched.

The black-haired youth wanted to talk, but an arm stopped him.

It turned out to be the head of the silver-haired boy who rode on the horse and turned his horse's head, "Hurry up, Gellert, don't reveal your identity."

Gellert glanced at his teacher, nodded, rolled over and dismounted, strode towards the group of soldiers.

Amidst the wailing sounds one after another, a bald soldier was riding on the girl, twisting frantically. This is a brawny man with tattoos on his neck and extremely muscular. He turned his head in a rough breath, his eyes flushed.

At this time, a palm wearing a black leather glove patted his shoulder.

The bald man who was about to commit violence turned his head and saw a tall, blond young man in the uniform of an ordinary private soldier, so he said viciously:

"What are you doing, German, I advise you not to take care of yourself..."

Before the words fell, the answer to him was a straight punch.

boom! !

Fleshly intersect.

He was beaten up with a nosebleed, and fell on the top of the woman who was holding his chest. The woman screamed and crawled backwards and fled.

The brawny bald man who was holding his nose quickly got up and roared, "You want to die, little beast?"

Gellert looked at him indifferently, took off his gloves, and moved his neck. Another punch was in his face, and the punch was violently heavy, and it directly smashed him and rolled into the pile of people.

At this time, the group of soldiers who had abused the female prisoner all looked over. Like the fuse of igniting explosives, the desire in the air turns into violence in a blink of an eye, and the atmosphere is extremely violent.

A group of soldiers quickly surrounded them. Some of them didn't mention their pants, and the dark muddy thing was swaying in the air like this.

The brawny bald man got up and pointed Gellert Grindelwald.

"kill him!"

"Kill this German guy!"

The crowd rushed forward, and the two soldiers took Gellert's shoulders, and the bald man took the opportunity to smash Gellert's abdomen with a punch.

"Kill him! Eat his meat!"

"Drink his blood!!"

In the frenzied shouts, Gellert broke free from the shackles and returned the color without hesitation. Kick on the belly of the bald man.

Grasping the arm on his shoulder, he directly threw the two soldiers who had bound him over the shoulder to the ground.

The fighting in the square instantly turned white-hot.

On the other side, the black-haired young man on horseback looked at the chaotic battle in the mud, frowning at the silver-haired young man:

"You pampered him so much?"

But Fatir calmly struck a match and lit a cigarette: "He is my student."

"what about me?"

Jacob asked with some dissatisfaction: "Can I not listen to what my cousin said?"

Fatir glanced at him, spit out smoke on his face, and said nothing.

The chaotic battle situation quickly became clear. After Gellert took a few punches, he quickly hit several Muggle soldiers with a counterattack. His fighting ability was far superior to ordinary soldiers.

The bald-headed man saw his companions being knocked down by the blond youth, he rushed aside, picked up a shotgun, and smashed Gellert in the face with the **** of the rifle.

Gellert didn't use magic. He reacted quickly and flashed through the **** of his rifle, hitting his chin with a heavy backhand, and hitting him with an uppercut, staring gold in the eyes and falling heavily to the ground.

Gellert made no secret of the disgust on his face. He flew forward and directly stepped on the man's chest, hitting the man's face with heavy hammers for three consecutive times, with one punch more fierce than one punch.

In the blood splashing, the big man's nose was smashed into the face. The enthusiastic cheers around the straight hit turned into horrified low numbers, and he still didn't stop.

Even the expressions of the young women he rescued were frightened.

Fatir's eyes condensed, he flicked off the cigarette, put his hand in his waist, ready to dismount to stop it.

At this moment, there was a roar in the distance,

???"enough!"

I saw a short man wearing a dark blue military uniform and stepping on black high-top black leather boots walking quickly. He had a few gold stripes on his shoulder. He was an army captain. He grabbed Gellert by the shoulder and slammed him. Pull away.

Drops of blood dripped from Gellert's fist. Among them, we could see the white joints. The bald man's face was blurred by his beat, and his teeth were half lost.

"What's the situation, fight privately!"

The captain shouted.

The brawny bald man covered his face, stumbled and got up from the ground, wailing and hoarse in pain, "Captain Hagrid, he did it first."

"Have you ever seen a woman? Don't embarrass me here!"

The captain roared and kicked his bald butt.

"All are confined to me! Everyone is confined for three days!"

A large number of armed soldiers filed out from the other side, their faces grim, obviously not the mob who bullied women. This group of soldiers **** all the brawlers present. This also includes Gellert.

The brawny bald man was dragged back by the two soldiers. He roared with blood on his face: "German, you old man wait, wait for me to come out, you will be dead!"

Gellert wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his **** calmly.

This action caused an iron rod to hit his calf.

Captain Hagrid: "Be honest!"

He yelled at Gellert angrily, but his eyes were fixed on the silver-haired boy on the horseback, there was not much fluctuation or temperature in his eyes.

Fatir also looked at him, sitting motionless on the horseback. Gellert was escorted by two soldiers and advanced into the barracks.

The black-haired youth whispered:

"It's Norbert Hagrid, that alchemist."

"You don't need to remind me, Jacob."

Fatir threw away the cigarette and turned his horse's head around.

"I still have some understanding of my peers."

"Then what should we do, will the plan change? In case he finds out, our plan to find the fire dragon egg may be exposed."

Fatir looked up and looked at the towering top of Mount Kilimanjaro, after thinking for a moment.

"No hurry, let's proceed according to the original plan. Let's rest for a few days. We will wait until Gellert finds the clues."

......

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The army’s confinement room was dark and dark, and the air was still filled with a strong stench. It is estimated that some soldiers who had been confined in the past drowned directly in such places.

Every day, except for the opening of a small light-transmitting slit during the delivery time, the rest is out of reach.

In such an environment, Gellert didn't even frown. He put his hands on his knees, and the darkness and loneliness made him sober. Thinking of the years when he was in Durmstrang school, he even thought this place was a bit cordial.

Although it was only an instant that he wanted to leave, he didn't do it. He still had his own task to complete.

I don't know how long it took, maybe one day or several days, the door of the confinement room suddenly opened.

A man in a brown military uniform and high-top leather boots appeared at the door of the confinement room. He didn't know what candy he was chewing on, and he turned a military stick in his hand.

Gellert knew this man, Norbert Hagrid. On the face of it, he is a British captain stationed in Tanganyika, but in fact he is a well-known British alchemist who has a lot of research on biology.

"Come out, Zorro."

Noble said lightly.

Gellert stood up, walked to the door, Norbert held his shoulders, palms out to his waist, pulled out Gellert's wand, and pushed him out of the gate of the confinement room.

Outside the door, the sun was shining brightly, there were a few small and white wild sheep on the yellow plain, and a group of zebras in the distance, against the backdrop of the green bushes, appeared white flowers.

And in these sceneries, there are discordantly entwined chains of barbed wire, and in the middle of the barbed wire sits one after another hemispherical stone bunkers, of which there are large and small.

Among them, Gellert saw the bald-headed man who had fought him a few days ago squatting on the height of the bunker, with a bandage on his face, smoking a cigarette while looking at him surly.

Some smoking soldiers beside him stood up and rudely pointed their **** to Gellertby:

"Hey, white rabbit, Cuencato, I greet you!"

"German, clean your mouth!"

"I will use XX to stuff you up."

Hagrid didn't mean to stop these soldiers, so he took Gellert all the way to the mountain road, and asked as he walked.

"You are very popular here, how long have you been in the army?"

"Two years."

Gellert followed the captain without squinting.

"Two years."

The captain gave a chuckle.

"Good for you."

The two passed through the Muggle barracks in tandem, and came to a hillside about 500 meters above sea level. Here, the noisy noises in the Muggle barracks had almost disappeared. More than a dozen birds hovered in the sky, leaving their fast-moving shadows on the ground

Gellert's expression was solemn, and Ruoyouruuowu's sense of prying eyes and mental strength came from all directions, telling him that there was more than one wizard here.

In 1913, the cloud of war enveloped the wizarding world. Various factions and various ethnic groups are fighting each other. All forces are launching a fierce arms race, and as the most secretive and cutting-edge wizards in the world, they are also unavoidable.

When the two walked along the mountain road and came near a huge stone arch, three figures wearing linen robes and holding a magic wand with a hook appeared. They were painted with colorful oil, and there was no emotion in their eyes. These are three African sacrifices.

"What are you doing?

One of the African priests spoke in cold English.

Norbert took out a sheepskin and handed it over with a smile.

"I am the diplomatic ambassador of the Department of Magical International Affairs of the United Kingdom. We would like to visit the cemetery of King Solomon."

The black wizard with braids took a look at the sheepskin: "Where is he?"

"He is my subordinate."

Norbert said very politely.

The three wizards stepped aside, "Ten minutes, and leave in ten minutes, only to visit the cemetery."

Noble nodded, patted Gellert on the shoulder, and the two walked into the stone arch one after another.

As soon as they entered, the archway waved like water ripples, and the two were transported to a clearing halfway up the Kilimanjaro mountain. There was only a solitary stone pile with a few incomprehensible carved on the stone pile. The text looks quite bleak.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Gellert asked Norbert, "It's not like a captain's office..."

"I want to cooperate."

Noble interrupted him directly.

Gellert's heart trembled, but he didn't show it.

"what?"

"I know what you are looking for in Kilimanjaro. I want to cooperate."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Gellert sneered calmly.

"Do you treat me as a fool?"

Noble Hagrid sneered and pulled out a piece of parchment: "It's a coincidence. I "picked" this thing from the camp of your three brothers a few days ago."

Seeing the sheep leather, Gellert's pupils shrank and his eyes became dangerous. He stepped forward, but was immediately pressed against his chin by a magic wand.

"Relax, Private."

Norbert smiled, with abusive eyes in his eyes.

"As long as I say a word, the group of **** below will come up immediately."

He shook away the sheep's leather, revealing the densely packed African indigenous characters.

"It just so happens that I'm good at Swahili, would you like me to translate it?"

Gellert's face turned gloomy and stood still.

"Dragons, the greatest creatures, the most despicable creatures, the darlings of nature, the most efficient killing weapons, war machines. Only the most unusual and spiritually powerful wizards can control them.

I sent the last partner of my life back to the highest mountain in Africa, waiting to be awakened one day and bring the world into the ideal country-Agares Vasak. "

Noble: "Agareth Vasak, do you know who it is?"

Gellert: "A dragon trainer."

"The greatest dragon trainer in history, one of Solomon's 72 demon gods, had more than 300 fire dragons serving him when his dragon training reached its peak. In 1373, he alone could resist a country's army.

Noble put away the parchment and pointed to the top of his head: "Africa's highest mountain, eh? Do you want to be a fool? Grindelwald. Don't tell me that you are here to travel all the way to Kilimanjaro."

"and then?"

Gellert sighed, "What do you want?"

"Cooperate, I can take your brothers to the top of Kilimanjaro. Without me, you wouldn't be able to get in here. As a reward, I need a quarter of the total harvest."

Gellert: "What if I say no?"

"I will tell your purpose to the group of **** who guarded the tomb just now, asking me to say that there are still some ways of witchcraft in Africa."