Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"They must be coming."

On the battleship Scharnhorst, the lights were brightly lit.

A black-robed wizard stared at the table in front of him and said tremblingly.

On the table lay a wet stick, a black prickly pear wand. Several other wizards were turning around the table anxiously, like chicks before the rainstorm.

On the chair in the distance, Mans sat indifferently, holding a letter in his hand. The letter has just been sent from the Imperial Wizarding Association in Berlin, and the senior leaders of the association have already learned about the disappearance of three wizards.

Although it was noon, the surface of the Atlantic Ocean was pitch black and thick ink-like clouds hovered gloomily in the low altitude. The last torrential rain in summer was about to come, and no one could stop it.

"If they come."

Heipao repeated loudly, he gritted his teeth and looked at Mans: "Anker's death has nothing to do with us, understand?"

Mans glanced at him, not wanting to bother.

If these mobs are allowed to benefit, they will flock to them. But when they encounter problems, they will disappear in a rush, especially when it comes to the big problems of life and death.

He has no intention of condemning these people. People who can attract him are naturally people who are similar to him. To condemn them is undoubtedly to condemn yourself. However, it seems that he must resolve the current crisis before he can continue his future plans.

"I knew this plan was not reliable."

Another wizard said: "I don't want to make a joke about my future. I quit. What happened before has nothing to do with me. You can take care of the rest."

Mans raised his eyebrows, "Relax, my friend. You didn't even find Anker's body, are you so anxious to sentence him to death?"

"But we found his wand. It's been a week. We have been floating on the sea for a week. Without the wand, even the gods would die of thirst on the sea."

"Without food, he can catch fish, without fresh water, he can drink his own urine, and there are more ways to survive. Even Muggles can live on a shipwrecked wooden board for more than a month. Can't a wizard do it? "

"Save these words to the people of the Crest family!"

The wizard threw the letter in front of Mans. "As far as I know, they are already on the road."

After speaking, he cracked and the apparition disappeared into the room.

The gloomy sea breeze dangled the chandeliers in the cabin, and the shadows behind them were like hideous creatures. The remaining wizards looked at each other one after another, panicking for a while.

"Is anyone still leaving?"

Mans pointed outside: "It's going to rain."

Another wizard stood up and gritted his teeth.

"Although your plan is very attractive, but after so long, we have not seen any results. Not only did we not catch Le May, but we lost two teammates, so sorry." After speaking, he also Apparated and disappeared. in the air.

This move was like tearing down a domino, almost all the black robes disappeared into the cabin in an instant. In the end, only one female black robe remained in place, looking at Mans very embarrassed.

The team fell apart, but Mans did not show any panic. He slowly got up from the chair and said to the female black robe:

"Since I don't have confidence, just leave, why bother to wait."

"Why don't you leave? I mean, aren't you afraid?"

The female black robe asked, "That's Athos Kleist. As long as he gives any order, you may be sent to the most remote colony. Don't want to return to the political center of the empire in this life."

"Because I think the situation is still under control."

Mans said lightly.

The female black robe shook her head.

"You overestimate yourself, Mans. In any case, you are just a Muggle. Although Lord Grindelwald appreciates your way of doing things and gives you high authority, it does not mean that you can do whatever you want in the Association.

Now that Dominic is killed in battle, Aldo and Anker are missing. I think the smartest way is to go back to Berlin with us and take the initiative to admit the mistakes. "

The smartest way...

Mans looked at his reflection on the transparent glass in front of him, grinning with a slight sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. But the sarcasm was fleeting, and he said gently, "Thank you for your kindness, Oli, but I still decided to stay on this ship."

"Then take care."

The female black robe sighed, and the apparition disappeared.

In the cabin where the voices were noisy just now, only Mans was left in a blink of an eye.

The waves outside the window were higher than the waves, and even the legendary Scharnhorst was swaying and swaying in the waves.

He looked at the empty hall, stretched his waist, walked to the wine rack casually, poured himself two glasses of wine, sighed, and said to himself:

"If it is as powerful as you said, can you run away again?"

The voice just fell.

The apparition crackling sounded in the cabin hall again. Several clouds of black smoke dissipated in the air, and the black-robed wizards who had left here before had all gone and returned.

It's just that behind each of them was a wizard in a red robe.

The red-robed wizard at the front even held one in his left hand and one in his right.

A few strands of white silk emerged from his neatly trimmed beard, his chest was covered with medals, and his gray eyes were harsh and merciless. It seems that about fifty years old is the golden age of wizards.

After landing, he let go, and the two captured black robes collapsed to the ground.

He didn't even look at them, and stepped over the black robe. I strode to the table in the center of the hall, looked down at the wet black prickly pear wand on the table, and said in a deep voice:

"Until I find my son, no one is allowed to leave."

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The dream space is vast, with candlelights like forests and tall buildings lit in the middle. The brightness of those candlelights is enough to blind human eyes. Anker's eyes were red and swollen, and he had to stick very close to see the three people in front of him.

"How did you... become this pattern?" Aldo looked at the giant one hundred meters in front of him in shock.

"Ha, are you afraid of me?" Anker the one-armed giant smiled, "That's not ashamed, because I'm a nightmare!"

"what does that mean?"

"My dear, I have become one with it, and it can never hurt me anymore."

Aldo was dumbfounded: "Join if you can't beat, you are too real."

"I don't mind if you come with you, Aldo, when I get rid of this guy, I will let you and me become one, it seems the past affection. As for you..." His head is as big as a mountain. Turning to Hoffa: "You... did I tell you that I hate dark places?" He lay down in front of Hoffa, his voice full of infinite hatred, "Did I tell you that we should Collaborate to leave here?"

With a tone blowing through his hair like a hurricane, Hoffa leaned against a towering torch pale in a cold sweat. The giant pupils were only half a meter away from him, and he could clearly see his reflection in them.

He hoped to see Anker die, because this guy was undoubtedly an extremely difficult opponent when he was sober, but he couldn't imagine that after he entered the dark underground, he chose to destroy himself and merge with nightmares. One.

"Yes, you told me."

Nightmare Anker: "I told you that you actually forced me into the darkness alone, you cruel, ruthless, cold-blooded beast, you selfish, arrogant, vicious bastard!"

"Say yourself?" He gritted his teeth to calm himself down, "What's the difference between us?"

boom! !

The giant torch hugged by the three behind him was snapped off by the giant. Rubble splashed, and charcoal fell from the sky like a meteorite. Chloe couldn't stand it anymore, she covered her eyes and screamed: "It's over, I can't stand it!"

"The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp!" The giant roared, "Do you dare to ask what is the difference with me?"

boom! !

It was another frightening blow. The giant pulled out his arm and swept across. All the braziers in this empty space were smashed to the ground, orange charcoal flew, and the raging fire instantly burned across the ground.

Chloe clutched her head and screamed, and almost collapsed, Aldo dragged her up.

"Miss Le May, go!"

He dragged Chloe and ran away, and Hoffa ran in the opposite direction of them. Anker pursued Hoffa without hesitation, and his hatred for Hoffa was obviously higher than that of the other two.

"The Muggle head is a guest of my family. Grindelwald and my father are talking and laughing. When I was born, even your principal would send gifts."

His huge body easily caught up with Hoffa, raising his hand with another heavy blow, shaking the ground. Hoffa was thrown high by the shaking comparable to a magnitude ten earthquake. He had only time to grab a stone thorn flying in the air and was caught by Anker.

"You said, is there a difference between us?"

He clenched his fist and grasped Hoffa, the huge force clamped his lower body, the bloodshot made his face flushed, and he felt that his intestines might have been squeezed out, or had been squeezed out.

"Slacken a little...or I will..."

"What do you want, Bach?"

"I want to hold it in your hands." Hoffa said with difficulty.

The giant let go of his hand slightly, and Hoffa just took a breath, but he tightened his palm again, even harder than before. The giant smiled mockingly: "Today, even if you are feces, I will eat you."

"Why bother?" Hoffa grinned helplessly, "Why didn't the two know each other before."

"Everyone never knows or knows each other, but not everyone can be a friend. Obviously, if you give Le May to me, there will be nothing at all, but you just want to sing against me."

"Even if I leave Le May to you, can you take her out?" Hoffa said with difficulty.

"You care about me? I want you to care about it? What do I want to do, I eat as much as I want, kill as much as I want, play as much as I want, grass as I like, what do you want her to do?"

"Anker, be sober, remember our agreement, you explore the way, I will take you out. Now I have a clue."

"where to?"

"Go back to reality, Anker."

"Hahahaha~" The giant laughed sarcastically: "What is reality, Bach? Can the real world do whatever it wants like here?"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the right arm that was gnawed away by himself re-grown in an instant, and he pointed his new arm to the ground.

The charcoal on the ground turned into countless diamonds shining with dazzling light.

He pointed again, and the smoke flying in the air turned into groups of beautiful fruit beauties, who were enchanting and charming, humming a nice ballad.

Nightmare Aldo pointed out again that those beauties turned into plates of **** food decorated with green leaves in the sweet singing.

"Here, I can do whatever I want, I am God." Nightmare Anker looked at Hoffa in his hand triumphantly, "Think about how God will torture the devil? He tore you off and stuffed it in your mouth. Inside, or let you be burned to ashes in the fire?"

He let go, holding Hoffa, and hanging him upside down on the torch.

The tongue of fire licked his back, scorching his hair.

"No, you are not God," Hoffa said sweaty.

"You always like to sing the opposite tune so much."

"Unless you prove it to me." Hoffa said.

"What do you want to see?" Nightmare Anker teased him and dipped him in the flames, shaking him. "I don't mind playing with you for a while."

Before he was burned to a bald head, Hoffa shouted. "Can you create a corridor that you can't get into? If you can, I will recognize your achievements now. That way, even if you want to kill me, I will be convinced!"

Nightmare Anker picked him up from the fire, with scarlet pupils on his face: "Oh, of course I can, Bach!"

He raised his hand and pointed.

A corridor appeared in the vast space, it was deep and dark, and one person came high, leading to the unknown.

"See if you can, now you can be convinced to die."

Hoffa shook his head: "Nightmare corrupts your sanity, Anker, if you can't get in by yourself, how can you be an omnipotent god?"

Nightmare Anker was taken aback, as if petrified.

Riding on the moment Anker was confused by this classic paradox, Hoffa took out the stone thorn he had picked up and pressed it down, and the stone thorn plunged deeply into the nightmare Anker's fingernails.

The giant screamed in pain and let go of his palm.

Hoffa fell from his fingers and fell to the ground, suffering from chest tightness and shortness of breath. Before he could catch his breath, he rushed to Chloe and Aldo hiding in the corner, pulled Chloe up, and rushed into the corridor created by Anker.

Aldo looked back with a horrified look at Anker, the violent nightmare, "You really have you..."

Not long after the three disappeared in the corridor, the nightmare Anker finally recovered a trace of sanity.

"Bitch, you dare to fool me!"

The entire space was ignited under his anger, and his body became smaller and smaller, but his terrifying aura rose steadily. With his hands and feet, he followed the three people in front of him and rushed into the narrow corridor.

"Hurry up, run faster!"

In the corridor, Hoffa anxiously urged. He occasionally looked back. The guy was crawling fast behind them, sometimes on the wall, sometimes on the ceiling, like a gecko chasing flies, and behind Anker, It is a billowing flame.