Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Water droplets were dripping from the faucet, and the dazzling sunlight came in from the high skylight, forming small round spots on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

Hoffa hid in a place out of the sun, and after seeing the guy who broke into the bathroom recklessly, he sighed in relief. Not Mans, but Ryan.

This kid didn't even die after falling into the sea.

"Ryan?"

Ji Liya's eyes lit up, and she rushed forward, grabbed his palm, her eyes were red, happy and blamed, and said, "Where have you been."

"I fell into the sea."

After that, he hugged the female vampire tightly, and after holding her for a few seconds, he quickly pushed her away, and hurriedly said to Hoffa: "Quick, get out of here, Riddle, Riddle thought kill me."

"Who do I want to kill?"

The voice of negative test came from outside the door.

Hoffa looked sideways, and there was a tall, thin figure standing outside the door. It was Tom Riddle. He was leaning on the door frame. He looked more embarrassed than when he saw it last time. He was originally meticulous and supple black hair. Now The mess is the same as the chicken coop. That elegant Muggle suit is full of holes in the fire. What's worse is his arm. His left arm is directly bent into a zigzag shape from below the elbow joint, bare. The mixture of sweat and blood on the skin looks terrible. Only his eyes were still flashing with exuberant desire and unpredictable emotions.

"Yeah, are you all here?"

Tom put the only movable right arm behind him and walked slowly into the bathroom. After coming in, he closed the iron door with his feet.

Although he didn't leave a trace in every movement, Hoffa still saw a flash of green in his hand.

Mistletoe.

"What are you doing so fast, Ryan," he asked, and walked towards the three of them step by step.

Ryan supported the female vampire and stood beside Hoffa, like a young bird hiding from the storm behind a cliff.

"Tom..."

Hoffa supported the sink behind him and propped himself up. Although he is extremely tired at the moment, and his sleepiness is like a wave that shocks his spirit, but in front of this old friend of the orphanage, he does not want to show weakness at all.

"I saw the Muggle you were talking about." Tom raised his bent arm. "He almost killed me."

"Look, I didn't lie to you, did I."

"Yes, I am grateful for you to be so honest with me." Tom said as he walked, holding on to the white tiles on the wall of the bathroom, "but I'm used to breaking my hand with a wand, I'm afraid I can't help you."

"It's okay," Hoffa pointed to the window on the ceiling behind him. "You can Apparate from here and go to the cloud base to heal your injuries. Slughorn will heal you soon."

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who escapes, Bach? You look down on me too much." He said slowly, getting closer and closer to the three, and a hint of danger filled the bathroom. In, and become more and more full-bodied.

Hoffa put his hand on his back, fumbled around, and touched a faucet switch. He wanted to break it off and use it as a weapon, but after breaking it twice, he found that his strength during the day was too small. Even the iron can't bend, what's more annoying is that his magic power is also blocked, and the recovery speed is horribly slow.

"You...you...you don't come here!" Ryan raised his wand and pointed at Tom Riddle who was approaching the wall, stammering.

"This is how Hufflepuff treats friends, hum, point his wand at his savior." Tom moved slowly and firmly, not looking at Ryan at all, but firmly fixed on Hoffa.

"You didn't save me!" Ryan said, "I am the same as the **** wipe paper in your eyes. Throw it away when you use it up!"

"Haha. Haha..." Tom laughed, "Well, it's interesting, then tell me who untied your rope when you fell into the sea, who was it, in the Muggle fire The shield was supported for the first time."

"Yes... it's you..." Ryan lowered his wand flatly, and then quickly raised it up: "You...you want to kill me and let Mistletoe Become black."

Tom shook his head with disdain and stood still. At this moment, he came to the three of them, stretched his severed hand in front of Hoffa, with a tragic smile on his face: "Can you help me deal with the wound? , Bach? You have been running outside for so long, a little emergency means should be possible."

"Yes." Hoffa gave up breaking the faucet. He took Riddle's severed hand, tore off a piece of clothing, and forcibly straightened his "Zigzag"-shaped severed hand.

Tom didn’t even wrinkle his brows. He stood in front of Hoffa, watched him bandage his arms, and whispered, “Bach, kill him, and that woman. There’s only this way. We can survive."

His breath blew across his temples, without the slightest temperature. Hoffa lowered his head and bandaged his wound without saying a word.

"There is no other way," Tom whispered. "The physical injury is meaningless to that guy. All we can do is destroy his soul."

As Tom whispered, Ryan and the female vampire looked at each other and stepped back a little bit. Hoffa bandaged Tom's severed hand, looked in his eyes, and shook his head, "I can't do it."

"Then what do you suggest?" Tom asked calmly.

"I stay here to procrastinate, you go back and call someone."

"This is not a solution." Tom touched his chin and nodded, "Then do what you want."

After speaking, he pulled out the mistletoe and stab Hoffa's lower abdomen heavily without warning. The mistletoe was stopped less than three centimeters from the lower abdomen. Hoffa firmly grasped Tom by the wrist, gritted his teeth and said with a grin: "Is this going to kill me?"

"I thought you had grown up outside. Now it seems that you are no different from when you were in the orphanage. It's really impossible for a dog to change eating shit!"

"Each each other!" Hoffa stretched out his hand, and the bandage that had just been tied instantly dispersed. Between the scattered, the mistletoe was dragged out of Tom's hand by the bandage and fell into Hoffa's hand.

Holding the mistletoe, Hoffa jumped back.

Tom pointed with a single hand. The Dark Mark that had been burned on Hoffa’s arm before turned into a dazzling red as if it was on fire. The high temperature it emitted almost melted Hoffa’s bones, and he was holding it in pain. With his arms back, he shouted to Ryan and the vampire in the distance: "What are you doing in a daze? Help me if you want to live!"

Ryan and the female vampire didn't dare to hesitate, they all rushed towards Tom who was leaning against the wall.

Tom grinned: "I can't help myself!"

Then he raised the wand.

However, the moment he raised the wand, the expression on his face changed again, from hideous to extreme fear. He looked behind Hoffa in fear, "You...how did you get in!?"

Looking at his expression, Hoffa's heart fell to the bottom like a roller coaster, and Mance is here! ?

He turned his head pale, and there was no one behind him.

He could only see himself in the bathroom mirror with the frightened faces of Ryan and the vampire, and Tom's sinister sneer.

He secretly cried out.

Turning his head again, Tom changed from Jing, and rushed over like a rabbit, pressing Ryan's head and smashing him against the wall. Just listen to a loud bang. With the pieces of glass shattered, Ryan fell to the ground with a bloodbath.

Before the female vampire could react, Tom pulled Ji Liya into his arms with one arm, and didn't make her make any noise. He was panting heavily, so hard that the female vampire's face turned from white to blue in an instant.

In the flashlight, control of the bathroom returned to Tom Riddle's hands again.

"Give me the mistletoe!!" He looked at Hoffa, strangled the vampire, and snarled viciously.

"The enemy is now, are you going to kill your teammates first?" Hoffa also asked angrily.

"I don't need teammates, let alone your pig teammates," he hooked the female vampire's neck, and the yew cedar wand was pressed against her chin. "One by one, softhearted, can do something big, hurry up! Give mistletoe to her. I!"

Hoffa looked at the green branch in his hand, and then at the female vampire whose tongue was squeezed out, and put her hand behind him.

"Or do you want to do it yourself?" Tom asked, leaning against the wall, "If this is the case, I am not unacceptable."

He pressed his arms against the back of the vampire to make her puff up her chest: "Come on, hurry up, don't you want the black mistletoe, kill her and we will have it."

Hoffa still didn't move.

"What are you hesitating?" Tom's expression was almost frantic. "Wait for the undead Muggle to kill us? Anyway, this sordid bat will die sooner or later. It's better to make a contribution to us before he died."

"Hoffa, don't...the dead can't change anything..." said Ryan, who fell on the ground with blood on his face.

"Shut up! Trash!" Tom shouted furiously: "When this matter is over, I will cut your head open to see if it contains brain or JY!"

After that, he turned to Hoffa again, his tone a little softer: "What on earth are you thinking, I don’t believe you have been killing people outside these years, a vampire, don’t say you kill one, this kind of creature kills one. Ten thousand, no one else would say anything to you. Just think about it, how many human blood this guy has sucked up in his daily life, killing him is justice!"

Under Tom's painstaking persuasion, Hoffa finally moved. He took the mistletoe and walked towards Tom step by step. At this moment, a strong sense of fate surged into my heart.

Tom curled his mouth and sneered, holding the vampire forward.

Ryan stumbled up from the ground, stopped in front of Hoffa, begging: "I beg you, don't do this..."

Without a word, Hoffa pushed him to the ground again and stood in front of Tom. The air in the bathroom was almost frozen, and the four of them had different expressions. Tom is unspeakably cruel, the female vampire is struggling to breathe, Ryan is desperate and can't stand up, and Hoffa is unpredictable indifference.

"Come on..." Ji Liya looked at Hoffa in Tom's iron-like arms, and said with difficulty: "If...if you can really avenge my family, please... ....Do not waste......"

"See you?"

Tom hid behind Gillian and smiled grinningly at Ryan: "See you, your girlfriend of this one-night stand is much more enlightened than you."

"Enough, Tom." Hoffa's face was expressionless, and his voice was ethereal. "Actually, I have a way, no one needs to die."

"What are you thinking? Inhuman power must end with inhuman power. Mistletoe has to swallow the soul to become black. We have no choice."

"That's right." Hoffa nodded, "but you know, there is such a person in the world, even if his soul is destroyed, he will not die, and that person is right in front of me."

The expression on Tom's face went from being irritable to pale. He saw the imperceptible sarcasm in Hoffa's eyes, and suddenly understood what he was going to do.

"Damn!" He pushed the female vampire forward without hesitation, while he raised his wand and pointed at Hoffa: "Dead!"

Hoffa, who had been prepared for a long time, jumped off the ground with a side step, letting away the female vampire who had hit him. At the place where he had just stood, countless dense black hands came out of the ground, trying to hold his footsteps.

He came behind Tom, raised the mistletoe and pierced his lower abdomen. Tom took Hoffa's arm with one hand, pressed it back, and lifted Hoffa's arm to press him against the wall.

Boom! ! The moment his back leaned against the wall, Hoffa opened his mouth and let out a trace of blood, his face pale. The two were so close, Tom noticed Hoffa’s weakness, and he laughed: "Okay, okay, so you are also a strong player in the outside world, bluffing..."

"Yes, but I have two hands." Hoffa finished, taking out a mistletoe with the other hand. He brought it from the cloud base.

This time, he didn't leave any hands, and all his power was put on the blow, only a green light flashed by, and the green shoots were as hard as iron under Transfiguration.

Puff!

A soft sound.

It looks like a fruit knife inserted into a watermelon.

Tom tilted his head and fell to the ground sideways. Afterwards, he climbed up and leaned on the steel washbasin. The blood ran down his cheeks, over his shoulders, and down his fingertips to the ground.

His bloodied hand touched his head, and he felt a sharp bump, moved away like an electric shock, and slowly touched it. Finally, when he turned his head and looked at himself in the mirror, his whole body was trembling.

In the mirror, there is a green branch in his temple. After sucking blood, the green branch turns from green to black at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a sponge falling into an ink bottle.

"You...you fucking..." He looked at Hoffa in disbelief.

"Brother, don't look at me with that look," Hoffa said with guilt: "You killed me once four years ago, and now I kill you once, we don't owe each other anymore."

thump.

Tom knelt in front of Hoffa, raised his head and stared at him, Ying Ting's unusual face squeezed a twisted smile: "Okay...Okay.....Okay, you really have you, you Wait for me..."

After speaking, he fell to the ground with a plop head down, and there was no more sound. A little bit of blood flowed out of his forehead and flowed to Hoffa's feet. He leaned back against the white porcelain wall, clutching his chest and panting.

A quiet needle fall in the bathroom can be heard for a while.

After a while, Ryan's trembling voice came from Hoffa's side, "You...you killed...he? You killed...killed the prefect of Slytherin? Hogwar. One of the best students in Cinz!?"

He lay on the ground, barely propped himself up, and looked at Tom Riddle's stubborn, stubborn expression, saying nothing.

Hoffa shook his head, stroked Riddle's eyes with his hand, and smoothly pulled out the mistletoe inserted in his temple. "If the best student died like this, then you would underestimate him."

He wiped the black mistletoe on his trouser legs, walked to Ryan, and squatted down: "What I want to say to you next is very important, you have to listen carefully."

Ryan stared at him blankly.

"From today, you can't go back to Hogwarts. If Tom Riddle sees you again, I can guarantee that he will kill you. I can't help it."

"What are you talking about."

Ryan looked at the corpse lying on the white tile, "Obviously...you obviously killed Riddle, why did you become Riddle again and want to kill me?"

As soon as the words fell, the yew wand held in Hoffa's hand suddenly twitched violently, and the yew wand turned into a tiny viper. He raised his pointed head and bit Hoffa's arm with his mouth open.

He flicked off his hand like an electric shock, and threw the little snake out. The little purple snake became thicker and bigger as soon as it hits the ground, until it became an eight-meter-long python. The python opened his mouth and threw Tom. Swallowed his body, then twisted and slid to the window, disappearing without a trace.

In this regard, the exhausted Hoffa has no way to stop it. He rolled up his sleeves, and the black mark on his arm did not fade in the slightest. As expected, Tom had already come into contact with the mystery of the division of the soul.

The unexpected scene left Ryan wondering what to say for a while. Under the continuous shock, his brain was already unable to accept it, and he was a little numb.

"How could this be?" He murmured: "How could this be, what kind of wizards are you guys..."

"I can't explain it to you. Knowing too much is not good for you." Hoffara picked up Ryan, took him to the female vampire Gilia, and said to her: "I'm sorry to use you, but I can do it. There are only so many of them. If you want to live longer, it is better to keep a low profile in the future."

The female vampire looked at him with extremely complicated eyes, like she was looking at an unknown creature, an alien.

"Take him away." Hoffa put Ryan in her hands: "Leave here, leave this city, leave this country, the farther you go, the better."

"What about you? What do you do?" The female vampire's voice was low and inaudible.

"I still have my own business to complete, but that has nothing to do with you." He said lightly.

"I can help you." Ryan said: "I can go back to the cloud base and let people come and help you..."

"I don't need it anymore," Hoffa looked at the black mistletoe in his hand and shook his head: "Ryan, don't go back. If you want to help me, leaving now is the best help for me."

"He's right." Ji Liya took Ryan's arm, bent down to Hoffa, and bowed deeply. After she got up, she pulled Larry's arm: "Let's go, we are here. This will only hinder him."

Ryan was dragged by the female vampire and walked back three steps to the distance. "Wait a minute," Ryan said suddenly. He pushed away the female vampire and hurried back to Hoffa. "Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

Hoffa looked at him curiously, and saw Ryan brewing for a while, and said: "In the first grade, I didn't know you. In the second grade, I admired you very much. In the third grade, I was somewhat I sympathize with you, but after getting along with you, I hate you again."

As he said, he laughed at himself, "Maybe I have never understood you, no one can really understand you, but I know that there must be something very precious, hidden deep in your heart, and never discarded by you. Over."

Hoffa's eyes widened slightly, and he stared in amazement at the boy he had just met a few days before.

Ryan opened his arms to hug Hoffa, and whispered in his ear: "I don't understand what it is, but if you can, please don't throw it away."

After finishing speaking, he no longer attached, let go of Hoffa, came to Ji Liya, waved goodbye to him, and disappeared with the female vampire apparition.

In the bathroom in the setting sun, Hoffa watched the two leave, and sighed for a long time. For some reason, he felt a little lost and some inexplicable emotions.

He knew that he would never see these two people again, a simple and somewhat silly boy, and a story-telling female vampire. They just passed by and disappeared from themselves just like other people they met in this strange journey. Will they be together? How long can that peculiar love last? Only God will know.

However, Ryan's last motivation was like a heart booster, making him stand up when he was exhausted. He knew that his task was far from being completed.

Lift up the black mistletoe.

The weird black light flows on the tender branches, like a living thing, in it, he can feel some ancient and hidden evil, that is the hunger and thirst that will never be filled.

Hunger for the soul.