Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

All the way up the stairs, Hoffa shuttled between the swaying gears and the steam, and beside him was a gray-white pipe that emitted smoke from time to time.

The night was deep, and his five senses were as keen as a beast, and the nun's smell became more and more obvious. He tapped his toes and made no sound.

For some reason, the female vampire, after seeing the three-ring scar on his chest, followed him every step of the way, and saw her clinging to the ceiling, like a big bat, crawling with a gray pipe in order to avoid those from time to time. A hurried soldier came out from the corner, holding a gun.

Hoffa couldn't understand why she wanted to follow him, but he didn't mean to ask, maybe the power he got from the night **** made her feel kind? Maybe she wanted to find the real culprit who destroyed the family, but as long as it didn't hinder him, he didn't care.

As the height gradually rises, as he gets closer and closer to his final goal, the smoke in the turret is getting denser and denser. Many looming scales appear on the walls of the gray-white pipes, which are vague, seemingly true and illusory. A peculiar voice appeared in Hoffa's ears.

That is the ticking of the clock.

Tick... Tick... Tick... keep turning.

There was also some weird whisper in it.

"one two three four five six seven......"

It was as if someone was counting with their fingers in their ears.

But when he discerned the sound carefully, he found that it was just a kind of auditory hallucination, like the glass marbles on the roof, which occasionally appeared, but when he listened carefully, it disappeared.

"one two three four five six seven....."

With the voice over and over again, Hoffa turned the last corner close to Chloe's breath.

He saw a man standing in the thick fog with his back to him. He was tall, dressed in a black suit, and holding a weird **** umbrella. Under the **** umbrella was a shawl and free and easy pure white hair.

Before he could think about why someone would hold an umbrella indoors, Hoffa's heart beat hard, and his eyes instantly turned blood red.

My former teacher, Grindelwald. He was standing in front of him holding an umbrella! ?

The adrenaline overwhelmed everything instantly, the three rings on his chest became bright red, and even countless needle-like feathers emerged from all corners of his body.

"Grindelwald!!"

He roared inwardly, rushing over like a flash of light, his arm turned into a giant sword.

Huh.

Cut it off with a knife, he went straight through Grindelwald's body. The touch is thin, no different from cutting through the air.

咚咚咚...

His heart rate gradually slowed down, and he looked back and took a closer look. Grindelwald's eyes were not on him at all, he was just focusing on counting, and the Grindelwald in front of him was younger than when he taught him.

All this is a cloud of mist, a certain kind of illusion.

The abnormal changes in Hoffa's body gradually disappeared, and he recovered his composure and stood still watching.

In this illusion that appeared for some reason, Grindelwald held a black umbrella and stood in a completely unknown position. Seven or eight young people were kneeling before him, some in wizard clothes, and some in Muggle uniforms. But looking at their expressions, they all seem to have experienced unimaginable torture, and no corner of their mouth is not bloody.

"Nothing is eternal, everything is emptiness." Grindelwald said: "Under the chaos, the face will eventually become withered bones, the blade will rust away, and the empire can collapse in a flash. Nothing is eternal. ."

"Why are you doing this?"

One of the men who fell on the ground asked, and he raised his head.

It was Mans Muller, who wore the clothes of a low-ranking sergeant, and his appearance was much younger than he is now, but his immature face was full of despair, "Let us know that this world is meaningless, for you What are the benefits in terms of?"

"Knowing is meaningless, or succumbing to meaninglessness, or struggling to find meaning for myself, I don't want to succumb yet."

He drew his wand from his pocket, and the black elder wand spewed out a bright green light. The light split into seven transparent arms in the air. Each arm pressed the head of one of them, holding it and pulling it. One by one, transparent light spots overflowed from their seven orifices and flew into the elder’s wand, "From now on, no one can kill you, go, find the only eternal thing, and let me see your final answer."

The smoke disappeared, and Hoffa clenched his fist involuntarily. If nothing else, this should be Mans's memory. In that case, this Muggle is somewhat similar to my own experience. They have also experienced the torture and torture of Grindelwald, and they also have what they believe in, but what they believe is different.

The female vampire who had been following Hoffa also saw the picture in front of her. She jumped off the gray pipe that she had been clinging to and walked to Hoffa, "What is this?" she asked curiously.

"Why do you always follow me?"

Hoffa asked rhetorically.

"Are you going to avenge my people? If you are not a murderer, you must know the identity of the murderer, right?"

Hoffa shook his head, then nodded slowly, "I do know."

"Then take me, I'll be with you." The female vampire said immediately.

Hoffa shook his head, did not answer, just walked forward along the pipe. On each level up, he could see some sloppy illusions. These illusions are very weird, some are Mans’s, and some are Chloe’s. He even saw Chloe’s nightmare church and priest in the nightmare world, as if some kind of weird fusion was in this turret. occur.

He became more upset.

After passing through the last layer of illusion, he came to the top of the Scharnhorst battleship. In the darkness, he finally saw the nun who had been away for a long time.

This is a place similar to an operating room, surrounded by weird surgical equipment, and she is sitting on an iron chair in the center of the room, her feet are fixed by iron shackles, her arms are crossed open, low. Head down. The arm was connected by a tube, and blood flowed from the arm into the tube, and then extended from the tube into the unknown darkness. That was the source of the blood smell he smelled.

Hoffa came to Chloe with a quick meteor, sat down on his knees, and patted the nun on the cheek.

"Hey how are you?"

There is no response, and the start is cold.

His heart stopped beating.

"The kind of thing I thought would never happen," Hoffa told himself, and then he touched the nun's neck with the palm of his hand and got her pulse. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, wake up, tell me what happened?"

He held Chloe's shoulder and shook it vigorously.

With a little effort this time, Chloe woke up slowly and raised his eyelids, but his pupils were dizzy. That is blindness caused by excessive blood loss,

"Is that you... Hoffa?" she asked, turning her ears to him.

"it's me."

Hoffa's voice trembled.

Endless killing intent boiled in his chest.

"Ah, are we all dead."

She asked in a daze.

"hateful!"

Seeing her look, Hoffa's eyes became more crimson, he squatted down, grabbed the dense tube on her arm, and was about to pull it out.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do it."

Another familiar but unfamiliar voice came from the darkness. Hoffa immediately put down the catheter and stood up.

Mans' figure walked out of the darkness a little bit. He was wearing a blue-black military uniform, tall and strong, dressed exactly the same as when he first met, and even his chest was intact.

The only difference is that Mans' eyes turned out to be the same silvery white as Chloe's magic ran away. It flickered in the dark, bright and dark.

"How did you survive?"

He looked at the ceiling, his head shook and flickered quickly, then he fixed it again and looked at Hoffa, "Oh, it turned out that he jumped into Ruthfan's blood pool, so he took his life back."

"What did you do to her!?"

"I got the power I dreamed of, and her blood was flowing in my body." Mans' voice had a peculiar female voice, even a bit like Chloe's speech. He turned around and pointed to his neck, and saw In the spine of his neck, there are also several catheters connected, and the blood flowing from Chloe's arm actually flows into his body like this.

"Let me say, now I am one with her. So, you don't have to kill me."

Hoffa strode forward and raised his fist.

boom! !

With a blow that contained extreme anger, Mans' body was smashed out of a huge blasting opening with half of the cannon. The blood was raining down, and he looked at his fist, panting. He hadn't been so upset in a year, and now he didn't want to hear any words from that guy's mouth.

"What's the point, anger, violence, death, and even emotion. It's meaningless. In front of time, even the meaning itself loses its meaning." Mans's ethereal voice resounded again with a touch of disgust.

Hoffa was in a daze, and then he felt his belly squeeze his eyes and be jerked by an invisible hook, hovering forward.

Ticking...

For a moment, he found that Mans was nowhere to be seen, and he was still sitting on his knees in front of Chloe, holding her arm in his hand, Chloe slowly raised his head.

"Is it... you, Hoffa?"

"it's me."

Hoffa answered subconsciously.

"Are we dead?"

She asked dazedly, exactly the same as a few seconds ago.

Hoffa stood up abruptly, staring at the darkness in the distance.

Sure enough, within a few seconds. Mans walked out of the darkness again, and he admired his palm with emotion: "If you see it or not, this is the power of time, unpredictable, and all power will lose its meaning in front of it."

He actually went back a few seconds ago.

He looked at Mans in disbelief, this guy didn't know what method he used to actually transplant Chloe's power into his body.

"Damn...!?"

Hoffa exploded with curses in Chinese, his right arm turned into a blade and disappeared in place. When he reappeared, Mans' head flew high, and it took a long time for the head to plop and fall to the ground.

But just after finishing all this, the sky was spinning again.

He went back to where he started, kneeling down in front of Chloe, staring at her godless eyes. Just listen to Chloe asking, "Is that you, Hoffa?"

This time Hoffa couldn't answer anymore. The hands he was looking at suddenly stood up, took a few steps back, and bumped into the female vampire Gilia, who supported him.

"what happened to you?"

Hoffa touched his head and turned to look at the darkness.

Mans' figure walked out of the darkness for the third time. He smiled and said, "The speed is really fast. Lu Sifan has collected the blood pool for most of his life, but it was absorbed by you. If I were him, I might be **** off. ."

Click! !

He just heard a loud noise.

Mans was directly chopped into coke by a flash of red lightning that was so bright. This flat mine almost blasted the entire room to black, and the air was full of ionized breath. The female vampire sucked in a cold breath, and the hairs on her head stood up.

Hoffa's face was pale and his fingers were smoking. The 100,000 volts of electricity almost used up half of his magic power.

Before he put down his fingers, time and space were distorted again.

The fragments peeled and retreated, like the power of the law, there was nothing to resist. He returned to the nun again and sat down on his knees. Chloe raised his head slowly, "Yes...Is that you? Hoffa."

Hoffa was obedient, he shook Chloe's shoulder regardless, and shouted: "Hey, wake up, hurry up and tell me how to jump out!!?"

The female vampire who just came in behind her was stunned. From her perspective, Hoffa, who just appeared taciturn, turned into a madman in the blink of an eye, shook someone crazy and screamed, shouting for people If you don’t understand.

The nun opened her mouth silly, and her drool fell.

In the darkness on the side, Mans, who had been electrocuted to coke, appeared again at the location where he appeared ten seconds ago. He patted his chest and smiled with a shocked look: "The trick just now, if it weren't for me, a hundred wizards would die too."

Hoffa stood up, time went back to the past, but his magic did not go back to the past. This is his strongest and most concealed attack method. He never believes that anyone will survive under the finger of death. But Mans actually did it, which made him feel desperate, but he didn't show any signs on his face. He stared at the man fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Come on, go on, let's play like this all day. Up."

"Really going to play for a day?"

Mans raised his head, shaking his head like a twitch. "Time is so fair. We just stayed in the past for so long, and it's time to return to the future."

As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding colors flowed at an extremely fast speed, first being black, then gray, and then white. Finally, the smoke dissipated and a ray of sunlight came in from the window at the top of the tower. Hoffa barely held Chloe's chair so that he did not fall to the ground. He looked at his chest, and the three-ring scar faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Your time is up, Bach."

Mans said softly: "It's daytime."