Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Only the pure goal is the only truth.

Her words still reached Hoffa's ears, but he no longer knew how to respond.

At this moment, he seemed to be suddenly in a gravity-free, material-free vacuum environment. There was dazzling white light all around, making him invisible.

He doesn't know where his entity is, he doesn't know where he is, he doesn't even feel anything exists, it's weird here that makes people confused.

The unknown experience made Hoffa start to panic, but he immediately thought of what the masked man said to him, only the goal is the only truth.

His goal is the phantom spell.

Illusion curse.

As soon as this idea arose, the white light around it was immediately felt.

One of the white lights separated from the surroundings and merged with Hoffa.

Disillusionment　 (Dissler Falcon)

Several mysterious and complicated syllables came into his mind, before he could carefully distinguish the meaning of the spell.

The surrounding white light suddenly began to take shape, and gravity and matter began to appear.

Gradually, the white light dissipated, and the surrounding scenery began to appear.

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clang!

clang!

The sound of a church bell, mixed with the sound of birds fluttering, reached Hoffa's ears. The sound of people around, the wooden wheels whirling.

The world before him gradually became clear.

After he got acquainted with the surrounding environment, he found that he was not in the original dim basement at all, and he was not even at Hogwarts.

Hoffa is now standing on a busy street.

The sky was cloudless. It was a sunny morning. From time to time, there were four black horse-drawn carriages galloping past the street, and the old-fashioned kerosene lamps on the carriages clinked.

The last time Hoffa saw this carriage was when he watched Pirates of the Caribbean in his previous life.

Everyone around was wearing a black high-brimmed hat, wearing a suit, looking at a pocket watch, and there were women in Victorian costumes on the street. They were wearing exaggerated but old pleated skirts and walking down the street with their baskets on their shoulders. Come and go, like a servant or a cook.

Around these cooks and coachmen are towering villas, with high-height entrance halls and majestic gates, round arched windows and corner stone masonry, which are full of grace and luxury.

The magnificent and intricate glyphs on the doorposts and window eaves, plus the tall spire of the church in the distance. It shows that this is not 1938 at all. If it was 1839 or earlier, Hoffa could almost believe it.

Upon closer inspection, Hoffa discovered that this body was not his own.

He is now wearing a dirty gray robe, a string of colorful feather necklaces hung around his neck, and a string of bone chain beads tied to his wrist. Dressed as a shaman alive and well.

And most importantly, he became a black man...like a black wizard who was sold to Europe by the slave trade.

Hoffa was shocked by this situation.

He tried to move, but he couldn't move at all.

The black wizard stood on the corner of the street, in the shadow of a wooden sign in a tavern.

As if waiting for something.

At this moment, an old man in luxurious clothes walked out of the villa across the street, and several grooms hurriedly opened the door for him.

After getting in the carriage, the carriage left grunting.

The moment the carriage left, "Hoffa" moved, moving completely uncontrollably.

It seems that there are two souls living in this black body, one is himself and the other is the original owner.

Hoffa has a little more understanding of the current situation. This perspective is like playing a first-person shooter game, switching to the perspective of a teammate after his death.

It's just that everything he experienced should be the memory of this black wizard.

The black man hurriedly came to a villa along the corner of the street. He looked up at the relief on the upper part of the mansion, and his eyes turned darkly into an alley on the side of the street.

Afterwards, seeing no one around, he immediately climbed up the relief of the villa and quickly climbed to a high place. Very agile.

Lying on the eaves of the window, the black wizard took out his wand (a strangely curved wand, like an iron hook). I clicked the window.

"Alaho Cave opens."

The window slammed open.

The black man got in without hesitation, and Hoffa, who was watching all this, knew it. This guy is a thief...the thief among the wizards.

There are many precious items in the room, such as gorgeous gold watches and exquisite porcelain on the fireplace.

Even on the floor of the room, there was a beautiful European beauty lying on the floor. She was surrounded by exquisite silks and empty wine bottles scattered around.

She is asleep.

This should be the mistress of the old man who just got on the carriage, they were playing fun py here before.

But the black wizard didn't look at these things at all. Whether it was people or property, he quickly searched around, seeming to be looking for something more important.

After seeing the woman twice, Hoffado stopped paying attention. Although women are good-looking, they are not uncommon for Hoffa who has experienced the 21st century.

He is more concerned about the current situation.

no doubt. The scroll that the masked man in the school opened for himself was a prop similar to Tom Riddle's diary or meditation basin.

It records the actual event, and then allows itself to witness the event, the purpose is to convey some kind of information to itself.

However, what does this have to do with the pursuit of the Phantom Body Curse?

The black man searched for a long time, but he did not find what he wanted.

Finally, he drew out his wand and lit it around in the air. Bookshelves, porcelain, the floor, even the women on the floor did not let go.

Suddenly, when his wand hit a marble globe, the globe turned. The black wizard immediately put away his wand and lay on the globe to study it carefully for a while.

Finally, with a vigorous dial, the globe made a click.

Suddenly a rumbling sound came from the luxurious mahogany floor.

It's the mechanism and the secret door!

Inside the secret door was pitch black, not bottomed out, and seemed to lead to an unknown area.

Due to the sound of the door opening, the woman on the floor who was addicted to drinking began to slowly wake up, but the black wizard did not pay attention, and he seemed a little excited.

He walked quickly to the secret door. The wand was lit, but just when the wand was lit.

Goo!

There was a low roar in the dark tunnel.

A feeling of extreme danger appeared.

Very strange, this feeling came directly from Hoffa's mind, as if he was a black wizard. He didn't know what was going on, only subconsciously wanted to retreat.

At this moment, the control of the black wizard's body came to Hoffa's hands, and he took a step back.

Just that step.

The Qi machine was instantly locked.

Afterwards, a huge scarlet tongue nearly five meters long shot out from the darkness and directly penetrated the chest of the black wizard, which was also Hoffa's chest.

An immense and real pain swept Hoffa's mind, this is not fake! This is for real!

His chest was pierced!

Gu Gu's blood spurted out.

Black wizard, no, Hoffa fell to the ground.

There was a woman's horrified scream, the sound of a wine bottle cracking, and the darkness in front of her eyes.

Hoffa didn't have time to think, he only exhaled, and died instantly.

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It may be a second, or it may be a century.

clang!

clang!

The sound of a church bell mixed with the sound of birds flapping into Hoffa's ears, people around talked, and the wheels turned.

Hoffa woke up from the severe pain.

In front of him, there is still a busy street, a sunny morning.

The coachman in the black carriage drove past in front of him, and the kerosene lamp of the carriage made a ding-ding-dong. The cook who got up early on the side bargained for vegetables at the wooden stall on the street with a basket on her back.

What a calm day-to-day scene.

Hoffa was stunned, what's the matter?

The scene of the inexplicable death just now is still vivid, the blood flowing from his chest and the sense of powerlessness is so real, the despair caused by the pain is still making his chest blocked.

He wanted to breathe, but found that he couldn't do it.

Because the control of the black man's body is not his own, ‘he’ stood under the wooden sign of the tavern again, looking around with gloomy eyes.

What made him even more desperate happened, at the door of the luxurious villa in front of him. An old man with a big belly pushed out the door, dressed like a Muggle congressman, with a hangover green on his face and the discomfort of getting up early to work.

Then, he got in, closed the door, and left the carriage.

As the old man left, the black wizard moved. He walked into the alley. It's exactly the same as the previous action.

hateful!

Hoffa wanted to stop it, but how a completely intangible existence could prevent this guy from going to death, Hoffa didn't know.

In the alley, the black wizard reached out and climbed the bulge of the Roman column, and quickly climbed to a high place. Hoffa was in a hurry, he couldn't speak, he couldn't move, so he could only watch.

"Arahho hole opens." The black man took out his wand and opened the window again.

The wizard jumped into the room. The room was the same as before, with scattered wine bottles, beautiful women, swaying posture, and even the saliva at the corners of his mouth...

The black wizard found the globe and opened the tunnel.

The low roar appeared again.

That's right, at this moment.

Control was transferred to Hoffa.

"My cao!"

After a national curse came out, Hoffa subconsciously ran away, trying to jump out of the window. He didn't want to experience another piercing pain.

However, things backfired.

The thick red tongue still pierced the dark tunnel, caught up with Hoffa in a flash, and nailed him to the window sill like lightning.

The woman screamed, and the sound of the bottle breaking slowly faded away.

GG.

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clang!

clang!

The church bell rang again, and Hoffa returned to the starting position.

There is still a busy street in front of me.

The chef who chats happily.

The coachman looking hurriedly.

Hoffa didn't react too much for a moment.

As the bedridden old congressman stepped into the carriage unhappily, the black wizard decisively and resolutely took Hoffa into the shadow of death.

"by!"

Hoffa understood completely now, he was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.

This is a real somatosensory game!

Damn, people in the 21st century haven't developed anything. These wizards are good, and they were invented in 1938.

There is no doubt that in the entire scene process, I will gain control of about 3 seconds.

Within 3 seconds, he must make the right response and decision to change death. Otherwise, I will experience the pain of death again and again.

The masked man said that he had to take the consequences at his own risk. What kind of magic props did she use for herself? Riddle's diary in the original book didn't have this effect either.

Also, what kind of lunatic is he who keeps a huge magical creature in the villa, what is this black wizard trying to steal? The real in history is he dead or alive in the end...?

But no one answered this series of questions.

As the black wizard climbed up to the villa, opened the window sill. After entering the room and dealing with the organs, control came to Hoffa again.

Life and death are in an instant.

A low growl sounded in the dark passage.

Hoffa is not a fool, he immediately thought of the spell that he was in the white light, the inexplicable voice reminded him-Disillusionment.

The feeling of danger made his scalp explode, but this time, Hoffa did not choose to escape, he directly manipulated the black wizard to draw out the magic wand.

"Disler Falcon!"

At this moment, magic power flowed out of the wand and began to flow all over Hoffa's body, as if a basin of cold water was running down.

Hoffa's figure began to blur, the spell was the phantom spell.

But unfortunately, Hoffa, who used the Phantom Charm for the first time, was not proficient, and many of the syllables and movements were not standard.

He didn't really sneak up, just blurred his body.

But the red tongue seemed to be affected by magic. It staggered its direction and directly penetrated Hoffa's left ribs, and penetrated Hoffa's lungs and stomach.

After staying for a second, the tongue pierced through the lungs retracted like lightning.

This is really painful! !

Hoffa's tears came out, and he took a breath and fell to his knees. He instinctively covered the big hole in his chest, **** ho **** panting heavily, like a broken gong, his stomach acid was seeping into his chest cavity, and he would die of suffocation and poisoning. This feels more painful than direct death...

Beside, the woman howled and threw everything she could at Hoffa.

Then, in the gradually blurred vision.

He saw in the dark corridor, a huge lizard crawled out slowly. Its head was the size of a car, with three raised eyes and upside-down scales, like a cold chameleon.

In the next second, the lizard opened its mouth and rolled its tongue, dragging Hoffa into the huge mouth full of sharp teeth...