Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

On the mountainside, a gust of wind blew by, and the military uniforms on the two of them were hunting and hunting. Norbert retracted his wand, inserted it back to his waist, and held his arms, waiting for Gellert's reply.

Gellert squinted his eyes. Over the years, they have tried every means to sneak into various secret realms, rushing around the world, looking for clues to the fire dragon treasure, but they did not expect to be noticed when they approached the end of the journey.

He didn't know if this was in his teacher's plan, but he didn't want to make a decision rashly. The young alchemist in front of him didn't seem to be a fuel-efficient lamp.

After thinking for a moment, he raised his head: "That's all right, you let me go to the top of the mountain first, if after more than five hundred years, I can still find a dragon egg or a fire dragon on the top of the mountain, you can make peace. Fatir went to talk about the transaction in person."

Noble stood motionless, his eyes full of suspicion, as if he didn't believe that he would agree so readily.

Gellert: "Why, you don't want to?"

Norbert stroked his chin for a moment, and grabbed Gellert's arm. "Let's go up together."

As soon as the voice fell, the two disappeared in place.

At the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, the moment when the phantom was squeezed out, the cold wind cut on the skin like a blade, and the suffocation rushed into Gellert's brain. It was five kilometers above sea level, and the oxygen was extremely thin. The top of the mountain is covered with white snow all the year round, and the deep place is almost no ankle. And in the hot African continent under his feet, it was as far away as another world.

He stretched his neck and looked around. You can see a crater with a diameter of 2,400 meters and a depth of 200 meters. The four walls of the crater are covered with a huge crystal clear ice layer, and huge icicles stand at the bottom, covered with snow and ice, like a huge jade basin. The scenery is beautiful and psychedelic, without the slightest trace of artificiality.

Gellert stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. There was a crackling sound from his side, and another figure apparated and came to him.

Norbert Hagrid Apparated on the top of the mountain and frowned.

"Here? There is a fire dragon here...?"

"I don't know, you brought me up."

Gellert shrugged.

"What is your attitude?" Norbert asked gloomily.

Gellert was not moved at all, jumped off the ice and looked everywhere.

Norbert glanced suspiciously at Gellert, jumped off the ice, and looked everywhere.

The crater was silent, and the temperature was extremely low. It is hard to imagine that the latitude here is close to the equator. Although Gellert seemed inadvertent, his eyes remained firmly locked on Norbert, his palm pressed against the wand handle on his waist.

He himself had never been here, and he didn't even know the location of the legendary fire dragon treasure. He just obeyed Fatir's orders and came to look for clues to the existence of the tomb. To be honest, he was also surprised. There are ice cubes everywhere in this place. Can the fire dragon really survive here?

When he walked near a huge blue ice layer, Gellert narrowed his eyes, his heart twitched, and he felt something.

Ruoyouruuowu's spiritual power is floating in the air. This mental power is extremely weak, and it is impossible to detect it if you don't perceive it carefully.

He glanced at Norbert, who was standing on the other side, obviously, he didn't feel anything strange, he still stretched his neck, watching everywhere.

Gellert felt a little more relieved. He closed his eyes, perceiving the environment with all his strength, and moved to the edge of the ice layer step by step.

On the edge of the boulder, he found the source of this spiritual energy. At the corner of the ice layer, under a transparent ice layer, he saw a stone engraved with a small circle mark.

There is a triangle and a vertical strip in the ring, which are very random and simple.

Gellert immediately understood that he had found a place.

He bit his finger calmly and made a blood mark on the ice, which was hidden in the ice. Afterwards, he wandered around the neighborhood casually and returned to Norbert's side.

Noble immediately turned his head, and asked a little annoyed: "What the **** is there, there is no bird feather?"

"Why don't you ask Agareth Vasak himself?"

Gellert shrugged regretfully: "Let me say that the area here is not ten square kilometers. If there were dragons, I think you would have seen it."

"Have you felt the traces of magic?"

"You are a wizard and a famous alchemist in the world. I should ask you this question."

Noble was anxious: "The letter clearly says that Agareth's treasure is on the highest mountain in Africa."

"Maybe the letter you found was a prank," Gellert said.

This rather mocking sentence made Norbert's face sink.

Gellert squinted at him, and calmly said: "It may be on other mountains too, isn't it? There are so many mountains on the African continent. Do you dare to say that the highest peak must be this one?"

Norbert's sullen face improved slightly.

"Really?"

"If you don't look for it, how can you know the truth?"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand: "Return the wand to me. If you don't go any further, those African wizards will notice the clues."

Norbert still hesitated.

Gellert: "Please, don't you want to cooperate? There is no reason to confiscate partners' wands?"

"That's not enough."

Norbert took out his wand and handed it over.

"I will go back and check the information, and I will come to you again if I have a clue."

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.......

In the barracks below the mountain, the weather is hot like a steamer, and at noon on the African continent, the sun is terrible.

The black-haired young man Jacob Bohan sat on the camp bed and looked at the silver-haired boy next to him intently.

Fatir De La Cess is holding a fleshy bug, teasing a strange-looking young dragon.

The black young dragon was only the size of a slap, it was like a cloud of smoke, wrapped in the shadow of his fingers by the sun, circling constantly.

"Hey, Fatir, you don't really trust that kid, do you."

Suddenly, Jacob asked.

Fatir raised his head differently: "What?"

"I said, you are the one who trains the dragon, why do you always take him with you."

"Why don't I take him? He is my student and has been with me for more than ten years."

"But he is an outsider after all." Jacob said, "You exposed the family secrets to him like this. Have you ever thought about what if he turns against the water in the future? I don't want everyone in the world to learn how to train your dragon. skill."

"Jacob."

Fatir flicked his fingers and retracted the black smoke.

"I trust Gellert as much as I trust myself."

"I don't know the so-called, where did your trust come from?"

Jacob curled his lips and said with disdain: "I heard that he was expelled from Durmstrand, right?"

"Who has never been fired."

Fatir said lazily, "School is not a place for smart people to stay."

"cut."

Jacob scorned, "Forget it, don't argue about this, should we go to the bar to have fun?"

"Just drinking?"

"If you were a woman, it's almost the same."

Fatir sighed, "Bohan, don't you know that I have liked your sister for a long time?"

"Really, I won't tell her."

Jacob dug up his earwax, "I have been suffocated for so long."

Fatir rubbed his temples.

"Please, go out and play by yourself, just do me a favor, okay?"

Jacob raised his eyebrows, picked up a cigarette, and threw his military uniform on his shoulder, "You guy, compared to when you were a kid, you have changed a lot."

"Hmm."

Fatir didn't care about his expression very much.

Jacob stretched his waist rather boringly, opened the curtain, got out of the camp, and came to the bar near the army.

This is a place for officers to rest, and private soldiers naturally cannot come in. But this is not a problem for the wizard, he flicked his fingers, and his private uniform became a second lieutenant uniform.

He ordered a beer in front of the bar. At this moment, he saw a woman drinking beer alone next to him.

She was about twenty-five years old, wearing a camisole, a straw hat, and blond hair. She looked like a war reporter. She had a tall nose and big eyes, and she was very beautiful.

Jacob was bored, so he sat down with his cup, "Hey."

The woman glanced at him and smiled: "Hey."

Jacob: "I think your money won't be used here."

"Why, are you a treat?"

Jacob said to the bartender: "I will invite you in the next round."

The woman gave him a white look, "Go away, I'm not interested in you."

"It's just that you are not interested in some aspects, miss."

He grinned and stretched out his hand: "Jacob."

"Daisy."

The bartender brought the wine, and Jacob pushed the glass over.

"I've been watching you just now, Daisy, I think your job is a bit fortunate."

"Do you know what I do?" the woman said grimly.

Jacob got closer and teased: "I don't know, but I think I can do a job that makes you happy, whether it is part-time, full-time, or part-time job."

"Can I fire you?"

The female reporter can't help but draw her hair together.

"of course."

Jacob raised the cup. "It's best to suffer a work-related injury."

The two touched their cups, and they got closer together.

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, Gellert touched the brim of his hat, lowered his head, and passed some soldiers. He didn't want to cause other disputes. After all, he had friction with people in the army for a few days.

After returning to the camp, he found his teacher Fatir sitting outside the camp with Erlang's legs folded, holding a cigarette, and an expression of annoyance and helplessness.

"what's happenin?"

Gellert asked in a low voice, "Why don't you go in?"

Fatir pointed behind him helplessly, and when Gellert tilted his head to listen, he heard the rumorous gasp from the camp and opened the curtain to take a look.

He saw Jacob and a blonde female reporter tumbling on the bed, his clothes falling all over the floor. The air is full of youth and growth.

Disgust flashed in Gellert's eyes, and he lowered the curtain. Sitting next to the teacher Fatir.

"Don't be surprised, he is like that."

Fatir sighed, bumped Gellert on his shoulder, and smiled: "How about it, did you find it?"

Gellert rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Seeing this expression, Fatir's expression was lifted and he was overjoyed: "Have you found a clue?"

"Yes, you are right. That guy really has something to do with the Death Saint."

"Great! I'm going to talk to Jacob now." Fatier was so excited that he turned to drill into the camp.

But when he heard this, Gellert's face sank. He grabbed Fatir and pointed to the camp, "Do you really think that guy is reliable, that guy who thinks with his ass?"

Fatir was taken aback: "Gellert...?"

"Listen, Fatir." Gellert emphasized in a low voice:

"This is the hard work of the two of us, both of us! Jacob Bohan? Ha, he has no ideals to change the world at all. He just wants to gamble and lose money, so he comes in. He just wants to dig Go to Longdan to sell a large sum of money so that he can continue to be his playboy."

"what......"

Fatir sighed: "Here again, Gellert, you forgot, how did we get the clue? We only got here with the help of others. Jacob is my family, and even more so. My friend, I can't just abandon him like this."

"Our philosophy is far beyond a family and a country. You shouldn't do it for..."

"Enough." Fatir's voice became more serious:

"Gellert, needless to say. I don't know how to do that. Can you stand on my side and think about it?"

Gellert silently looked at the zebras in the distant African continent without speaking.

Fatir came closer,

"Hey, just this time, I promise, next time I will never bring other people to our adventure."

Gellert stared into the teacher’s eyes for a while, nodded, not entangled in this question,

"Do you know Norbert Hagrid?"

"I know, that alchemist, what's wrong?"

Gellert: "I haven't told you yet, that guy is also a trouble..."

"What's the trouble?"

The two were talking, and the curtain of the camp behind them was opened by a black-haired young man. A half-fruited Jacob walked over. He tied his belt and asked Gellert with a smile, "Have you reached the top of the mountain?"

Following his questioning, a strapless woman walked out of the tent, and she kissed Jacob deeply. This action caused Gellert to frown again, and he turned his head.

Perceiving Gellert's displeasure, Jacob who kissed the woman gave a chuckle and patted the female reporter on the hip, "See you tonight."

The woman's eyes were full of spring, Shi Shiran hugged her coat and walked away.

Gellert took a deep breath, turned his head, extremely cold:

"Go up, but the guy Hagrid went up with me."

Jacob squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin. "Well, how much does he know?"

Gellert: "It's so much that he wants to get a share."

"A slice of the pie..."

Jacob's expression changed slightly, his face gloomy, he looked at Fatir: "What do you think."

Fatir thought for a moment.

"Does he know the clue?"

"I don't know, I covered up the clue, and now he thinks the treasure is on the top of another mountain."

"Great."

Fatir said decisively: "There is a celebration dinner in the army tonight. All officers must attend. Without further ado, we set off immediately. Take advantage of that Norbert did not pay attention, and go in first."

Gellert Grindelwald glanced at Jacob, sucked his teeth, and said nothing.