Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Under the same sky where burning embers were flying, on the other side of London, inside the British Ministry of Magic, there was a mess. The minarets and collapsed buildings can be seen everywhere.

The peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with glittering golden symbols, which were constantly moving and changing. The walls on all sides were smashed by the explosion, and the black and shiny dark wooden boards were scattered on the ground.

On the shattered wooden planks, there were many dead bodies lying upside down, as well as severely injured people who convulsed. Some of them were cursed, and some were directly smashed to the head by a blunt object.

Looking forward, there are magic wands floating in the sky, floating up and down in the magnificent but dilapidated hall.

Under the flying magic wand, there were two people and horses facing each other nervously. On one side are heavily armed Aurors and Ministry of Magic officials. Backed by statues of centaur and wizards, they formed a circle, which was the highest level of the Ministry of Magic.

Opposite them, there are countless wizards in prison uniforms, they are surrounded from all sides with crazy and cruel smiles.

Among the group of prisoners, the leader was a man in a black cloak, who was surrounded by the crowd with a withered expression. Walking is like a walking corpse, and like a body without a soul.

When he was tens of meters away from the crowd, the withered man raised his hand. All the prisoners stopped, and he walked forward staggeringly, alone.

Against the background of other people around, the man's eyes were hollow, numb, without the slightest light. He is the warden of Azkaban, Vincent, who was planted with spiritual seeds by Grindelwald.

Later, another bald man walked out of the crowd belonging to the Ministry of Magic. He was wearing a navy blue robe and his expression was serious and pale, but he was still very calm. That was the current British Minister of Magic, Leonard Spane. Sai Muen.

"Vincent, what is going on, please explain! Why did all the prisoners of Azkaban escape?"

The warden raised his head, looked at the Minister of Magic, and said numbly: "Mu En, it's over, we lost, let's surrender."

"Surrender? Just because of a monster?" the Minister of Magic snapped.

The warden said: "If you don't stop the dragon, Muggles and most of the wizards will die in madness. Mu En, you can think about it."

"Have you seen Grindelwald?" The Minister of Magic's eyes were sharp as a knife.

The warden nodded mechanically.

"When?"

"It's useless to ask these questions. I'm just here to tell you an established fact that this country has already lost."

He pointed to the sky, and in the distance, the sound of the invisible dragon breathing from the sky resounded through the sky.

"That monster is like an infectious pathogen. Sooner or later, it will infect everyone in this world with nothingness. We must find a way to stop it."

"Then what does this have to do with our surrender?" The Minister of Magic was puzzled.

The withered warden shook his head: "Because only Grindelwald can stop it. The Auror you sent has been wiped out."

"Why didn't he come and tell me by himself?" The Minister of Magic asked loudly, "Why did he send you here?"

"He said, because he has some personal matters to deal with."

"you.....!"

The Minister of Magic was about to step forward, but was pulled by the Auror behind him. He fell silent, "You let him come to see me in person!"

"I'm just a messenger."

The warden raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the Minister of Magic: "Grindelwald said, surrendering is up to you, he doesn't care. Whenever he wants to kill the dragon, he will kill it whenever he wants, maybe he will stay with him. play."

The suppressed silence swallowed everyone, and finally, Minister of Magic Leonard gritted his teeth and asked:

"What does he want?"

"Abolish all existing rules. Let wizards and wizarding society be exposed to natural selection."

"impossible!"

Leonard's eyes were sharp, "Don't be exposed, this is the wizarding rule that our ancestors have relied on for generations to come!"

"Then there is no way, I was also forced, don't blame me." Vincent said softly, turned and disappeared among the countless prisoners.

Countless Azkaban prisoners stepped forward and raised their wands, and the Ministry of Magic officials also chanted spells at the same time. The magic surging in the air can shred almost every molecule in the environment.

The war is about to start.

However, at this moment, a group of dark shadows flew across the sky.

Fire dragons of different shapes landed from the sky, and a man jumped off the dragon's back and landed on the ground.

He raised his hand and shouted, "Wait a minute."

The distance between the prisoners and the officials of the Ministry of Magic was filled with a dozen fire dragons. They were shot in a row, opened their sharp mouths, and breathed flames, pushing back the prisoners who were about to move.

Fatir jumped off the dragon's back and walked quickly to Vincent: "Where is Grindelwald, I want to negotiate terms."

Warden Vincent looked at Fatiel, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, but immediately, the gleam dimmed again:

"It's too late, De La Cess. No one can stop him. There is no hope in this world. We have no other choice but to accompany him to the end."

As soon as the voice fell, some prisoners tried to rush forward directly against the fire dragon's body. The irritable fire dragons immediately opened their mouths and snapped the limbs of several prisoners, but at this time, the prisoners were like dead men who couldn't feel the pain, shouting, and rushing forward with an ancient brain.

Fatir raised his arm again and shouted, "Stop it for me."

His voice forcibly suppressed those eager fire dragons.

He looked at the warden and spoke extremely fast: "Give us an hour, and after an hour, what should you do?"

The warden raised his head numbly: "Struggling is meaningless."

Fatir: "Try it anyway."

There was a moment of silence, and the warden's face muscles twisted, and a smile appeared: "Who gives you this illusory hope, Drasess?"

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......

On the other side, Hoffa stumbled up to the bank. Looking at the fiery red sky like apocalypse, I felt desperate for a while. The completely uncontrolled self is so terrifying.

He was panting and exhausted. The ubiquitous extremely high temperature is almost drying Hoffa.

The fiery red sky hung on it like blood, piercing the deep blue fjord and city. At this moment, the creature was vague and huge. It was hundreds of feet long and had a long and sharp tail, resembling the head of a lion. Rolling in the eerie and gloomy fog, the whole body was shining with red scales, and there was a hot orange-white light in the gaps between the scales.

He glanced at his wrist, the magic watch used to store magic power was shattered by the dragon in the battle just now.

Sure enough, the person who knows himself best is always himself.

His weakness was clear in the dragon's eye. Without the magic watch, he simply couldn't support such a high-intensity crazy fight.

Beside him, a group of frightened and desperate crowds, with twisted expressions and hands holding their heads tightly, their bodies seem to be distorted and blurred, fleeing frantically, shouting, and the sky behind them presents a weird tone, as if What kind of evil power is going to come.

Infected by these people, Hoffa felt terrified, trembling in fear, and utterly indescribably lonely and depressed. This force almost made him howl.

But he insisted abruptly, gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice: "You are close enough to yourself."

After speaking, he tore off the magic watch from his hand and looked around.

At this time, he found that the place where he landed was a Muggle listening airport, and several Muggle Spitfire fighters parked in the distance. It has a mix of green, blue and gray paint, with blue and red double rings on the golden wings.

?? Suddenly, he thought about it.

In the sky, the roar of the dragon became louder and louder, and the unspeakable spiritual power contained in that voice made the entire London people plunge into madness and despair.

Some people with unsound minded expressions were pained, twisted, and slammed to death on the wall. Someone chose to hold the gun, and burst the back of their head with one shot...

On the ground, Hoffa taxied up from the plane. This was the first time he tried to drive this kind of thing, but he had no other choice.

The plane flew into the sky, Hoffa held down the button, and the wing spewed fire snakes and landed on the scales of the dragon. But it didn't even penetrate the stratum corneum.

But this attracted its attention. When the dragon saw the tiny plane in the distance, he laughed for a while.

Its body deformed again, and accompanied by a red fire thunder falling from the sky, the magic power from all directions was directly drawn out. On its entire body, a pair of wings grew again. At this moment, it became a six-winged behemoth.

The giant beast had scales on its back, carrying a strong liquid-like plasma and strong to extreme magical waves, and disappeared on the spot.

Hoffa dared not turn his head, only drove his horsepower to the maximum, and rushed towards the Atlantic without looking back.

Passing through the clouds, he turned his head and saw it appeared in the blood-red sky. This time, it turned into a charged dragon. That was his own ability to transform, he was carrying thunder and lightning. Rushed towards himself extremely fast.

Without hesitation, he landed the plane, and the plane dragged a long tail gas before disappearing in front of the dragon. The dragon also followed the plane and flew down the clouds.

???? The plane passed through the clouds and was falling rapidly downwards. He left the range of the land, and below was the turbulent Atlantic Ocean.

On the turbulent Atlantic Ocean, there are countless warships moored at this moment, some of them are German and some are British.

They are at war.

Seeing this scene, the flying dragon shouted excitedly.

Strangely, the more aggressive and manic it is, the more rational Hoffa is.

He looked at the instrument panel in front of him, maneuvering the plane quickly, quickly turning from unfamiliar to proficient.

The plane dived to a height of several tens of meters from the Atlantic Ocean, and passed by lightning like a steel warship.

With a violent explosion, the dragon smashed into the warship with unparalleled strength, and the pieces of the warship hit were shattered.

These huge warships could only stop it for a moment, and the shocking explosion did not even pierce its hard skin.

Hoffa didn't care about the explosion behind him. At this moment, his brain was in high-speed rational operation.

He looked into the distance, nine nautical miles away from here, there was a white sandy ground. It is very suitable for him to achieve his goals.

boom! !

Behind him, a hot breath caught up.

Hoffa pulled the joystick, and the Spitfire avoided its breath and flew towards the island of sand dunes in the distance.

But at the same time, accompanied by a violent sonic boom, the Void Dragon slapped its wings, directly breaking through the speed of sound.

It sucked its exhaust, spread its wings, and caught up with the Muggle plane. The sharp claws hooked the tail of the plane and threw it directly into the sky.

Amidst the black smoke and debris, Hoffa on the plane was like a nestling bird, wrapped in a dragon and thrown into the sky.

Hoffa fell from the sky, a smile cracked at the corner of his mouth.

Above the sea, a big wave more than one meter high hit head-on, and the burning plane rolled and crashed into the sea. It exploded suddenly.

????boom! !

???? At the moment of the explosion, Hoffa’s eyes flashed, wrapped his back wings, curled up into a ball, the impact of the explosion directly sent him to the isolated island, and plowed out a deep plow on the gray sand. The bottomed notch.

He stumbled up from the beach, his body in tatters and wounds everywhere. At this moment, his magic power has completely bottomed out. The wings behind became invisible.

The dragon descended from the sky and slammed heavily on the surface of the Atlantic Ocean.

The sea turned up the stormy waves, and hundreds of meters of seawater did not reach the neck of the dragon.

It carried the intense and hot heat, like a monster like Godzilla, crawling out of the ocean step by step and onto the sand dune island where Hoffa stood.

"Run, why didn't you run?"

The dragon tilted his head, made a rumbling sound, and stared at the other superego with the same human eyes.

"Nothing to run."

Hoffa moved his neck: "It's a place, let's negotiate."

"Haha, are you going to take a gun from my crotch and put it on my head?" The Void Dragon sneered:

"Muggle toys are useless to me, my kindness, without magic, you are nothing but a trash, why are you negotiating with me?"

???? Hoffa wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded, "You are right, I have no magic, I am a trash. But you are like me, you have no magic, aren't you trash?"

"How is it possible, my magic is absorbed from everything in the world, and it is endless." The dragon laughed loudly: "How could I..."

Smiling and smiling, the smile stagnated on his face.

Hoffa tilted his head, calmly: "What are you laughing at?"

The dragon took a step back. It looked at its own claws, and its body began to tremble involuntarily. Subsequently, the body of a few hundred meters shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye.