Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

On the streets of Bournemouth, Mans wore a gray robe and a hat, walking like flying.　Https://After the vampires were completely eliminated, Bournemouth has restored order. At regular intervals, a large number of police officers walked by in the street. They were wearing black uniforms, knocking from door to door, and some even took out paper and pen to record things.

Appears to be searching for remnants of the vampire incident.

Dark clouds hovered in the sky, some pieces of confetti were flying in the sky, and the air pressure was extremely low, which was a harbinger of the torrential rain. The police officers and pedestrians on the street noticed the abnormal weather. They shouted and returned to their homes or vehicles.

At this moment, a black shadow floated over Mans' head. He raised his head and saw the vague figure rolling in the dark clouds. His head twitched a few times, and every shaking was accompanied by a large amount of information pouring into his mind.

Afterwards, he lowered his head, squinted his eyes, and continued to walk forward.

The future was very clear in his eyes. He knew that Hoffa Bach would come to him. He knew that the young wizard had obtained the key to kill him, and he knew that he would break the key. He also knew that as long as he defeated Hoffa Bach, Sister Chloe was nothing but his own.

As long as you can control that nun and get her blood regularly, seeing through the future is just a breeze.

But the more things he can see, the clearer he gets, the more information he gets. The intense anxiety that cannot be removed became heavier, and the shadow of death hung high above the top like the sword of Damocles.

If anyone can let himself die without noticing, it must be Grindelwald without a doubt, but he will never allow such a thing to happen.

When I walked to an alleyway about 300 meters away from the port, the air pressure was getting lower and lower, and thunder began to flash through the dark clouds in the sky. The violent wind blew a banana peel in the trash can, and it hung it with a snap. On Mans' forehead.

He doesn't move anymore.

boom!

A flash of lightning flashed, illuminating the alleyway.

A figure appeared out of thin air on the other side of the alley. Before the rainstorm, everything looked gray and white, whether it was trees or buildings, the only thing that could see colors was the golden eyes of the youth over there.

"Where are you going?" the gray-haired and golden-eyed boy asked.

"I'm going to find Grindelwald and kill him."

Mans took off the banana peel from his head and looked at the boy in front of him without any surprises. The arrival of Hoffa Bach was completely within his expectations, and he didn't even bother to take the initiative to find him.

"This is also your purpose, so I suggest you get out of the way."

"I do not know."

The boy shook his head, "If the price of killing the Dark Lord is to get another Dark Lord, I would rather keep the status quo. With all due respect, you are somewhat more terrifying than Grindelwald."

"It's nosy." Mans took off his hood and moved his neck. "But that's all, this is what you are. I don't want to convince you. If you want to fight, then come."

"You alone, what about your splits?"

The boy on the other side of the alley was motionless.

"what,"

Mans smiled impatiently, "Do you really think I'm worth it so I can shoot at the same time? Forget it, I'll be alone now, save you and say I bully you, come on."

The young man on the other side of the alley did not move, nor did he intend to make a move. After the two looked at each other for a while, the gray-haired young man suddenly said, "I actually don't want to kill you. I really just want to take Chloe away."

"It's like you can really kill me." Mans felt sneered. He pointed to the distance and said: "Isn't she put on the roof of a building three hundred meters away? You want to take her away. Take her away."

"Will you really allow me to do that? Will you never look for her again?"

Mans curled his lips and shook his head, "Of course not."

"I don't want to kill you." The gray-haired boy repeated: "In fact, the killings along the way make me tired and hated. If I can, I don't want to see death again, even if it is your death."

The disdain on Mans's face slowly disappeared. At this moment, he suddenly saw a sincere look on the boy's face, a look he had never seen on anyone's face.

"Excuse me, what should I do?" Mans asked slowly: "In the eyes of the wizard Bach, what should I be like to be a good citizen?"

"That is your own choice, it has nothing to do with me. There are so many people in this world, there will always be some strange souls. There is no rule on the earth that says not to raise murderers, nor does it say not to raise shameless bastards, if you are If you want profit, you can chase it. If you want to be the top of the pyramid, you can do it. But, Mans, Chloe is really important to me. I can’t give her to you. ."

As he said, the boy took a step forward and stretched out his hand, "It's enough, Mans, it's really enough. Even if it's a rabbit, it will bite if you are in a hurry."

Mans took a step back. He looked at the boy's outstretched hand, but couldn't help thinking of Grindelwald.

"Really a strange statement, I have to say that I like you better than that nun."

He lifted off his robe, revealing the straight military uniform underneath, and the silver eyes under the brim of the hat: "But, I, if there is something beyond my control, I have to find a way to make him obedient. Posts are good."

That's it, there is no need to say it anymore. The air pressure in the sky was as low as the limit, and a drop of rain fell on his head, like blowing an offensive horn. In an instant, thousands of raindrops fell at the same time, making a crackling sound.

The boy at the entrance of the alley was gone.

Mans made a fist with one hand.

Time was quickly slowed down, and countless results flowed through his mind. He could see that the young man was less than half a metre away from him at this moment, leaning back, clenching a fist in one hand and moving forward, like a static ancient Greek sculpture.

During the slow flow time, he shook his head, took a Mauser pistol from his pocket, and came to the boy who punched him. Hold his forehead and pull the trigger directly.

boom! !

Fire tongue spit out.

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, the sky flashed and thundered.

The time flow rate returned to normal.

The moment Hoffa punched, he was hit by a bullet in the forehead and flew out. The muscles of the legs collided with the water on the ground, smashing out a big bouquet of water, and motionless.

Mans put down his pistol, watched the guy fall into the stagnant water, and shook his head: "Get up, don't try to play tricks on me, it's useless."

After speaking, the young man slowly got up from the rain and his forehead was sunken with a light blue metallic luster.

"Can you keep up with my speed?" he asked puzzled.

"It's just that time has slowed down." Mans said faintly: "Hundred-fold stagnation."

Ticking.

The boy in front of him climbed up and slowed down, and the falling raindrops turned into slow motion. After more than ten seconds, he still arched his waist and stood still.

Mans replaced the pistol with a clip and walked slowly to Hoffa and made a circle. In the end, the golden eyes caught his attention, and he took out the pistol again and aimed it at his pupil.

"Goodbye," he said, pulling the trigger.

The moment the trigger was pulled, the golden pupils turned and locked Mans with the gun. Then, an electric light was split from the dark cloud, and it landed on Mans at a speed visible to the naked eye, electrocuting him to the ground, and even the pistol was blown up on the spot under the high-energy action of the pistol.

Time returned to normal, and the rain crackled down.

The moment it returned to normal, countless raindrops turned into silver steel needles in the process of falling, densely stabbing Mans on the ground, and piercing him into a **** hedgehog.

Ticking.

The steel needle turned back to raindrops and floated upward again.

The **** hedgehog stood up from the ground again, and the Mauser that was blown into twists also regrouped, becoming brand new and normal.

Time went back to one second before the lightning fell. Mans stood there, holding the gun at Hoffa's pupils, but this time, when the lightning fell, he jumped back in time to avoid the thunder.

At the moment he dodged, hundreds of thunder falling like tentacles in the dark clouded sky at the same time, countless lightning flashes, and everything in the entire world was illuminated as pale as snowflakes.

In the face of such a massive lightning strike, Mans was not afraid to smile back: "Don't you know that this is meaningless?"

Boom boom boom! !

Thunder tears the darkness.

The moment time returned to normal, the heavy rain made him completely drenched. The gray rain and mist were mixed with thunder, and he could barely see anything.

Mans raised his head and saw a gray light flashing, and the sharp golden eyes swept an arc in the air. The gray-haired boy came to him, pulled out the twig from his waist, and pierced his abdomen.

Perceiving the crisis, as well as the guy's forward-looking eyes, he grinned, "Ten thousand times still!"

The time flow is so slow that it is almost static.

All the sounds disappeared. At this flow rate, even the falling thunder in the sky no longer roared, only a little bit of them hovering downward from the sky, like countless silver branches with sharp forks, a little bit Hanging upside down, winding from the sky, slowly, growing down.

That gorgeous and splendid incredible beauty reflected a very dazzling white light on the ground full of water.

That day, countless residents of Bournemouth were awake at night under the thunder. They leaned on the edge of the window and saw the most embarrassing scene at the end of the summer. For Muggles who don't know what magic is, this moment of falling thunder is enough for them to remember for a lifetime.

But for Mans, he could have watched this scene to his heart's content and was bored, and saw Shi Shiran walk to the side of the young thundercaller who couldn't move, and drew out the twigs in his hands.

Click!

Simple and simple.

The thin mistletoe is directly folded in half.

Then he raised his hand and threw it into the falling thunder. The high temperature instantly turned the twig into ashes, completely non-existent.

Ticking.

Time returned to normal.

Hoffa kept the piercing position and rushed into the thunder formation. He didn't stabbed anyone, but was struck by the thunder that he had created, and his skin was ripped apart. After climbing up, he stumbled back several steps.

The dense thunder fell on the clearing next to Mans. The silver electric current exploded to separate all the water droplets in the air, and it also scarred him all over his body. He sneered regardless, "Black mistletoe, thank you for finding this thing." , Who on earth told you this secret?"

He tilted his head and thought for a second, "Oh yes, it must be the Aldo guy, right. Among my group of people who eat inside and out, Aldo is the shameless one."

"He is a hundred times stronger than you." Hoffa's body was full of wounds cut by lightning, but the expression on his face was not loosened at all.

"The dead are better than the living, I haven't heard of it."

Mans strode forward. He didn't use any more abilities. Instead, he walked upright in front of Hoffa, staring condescendingly into his opponent's eyes: "The mistletoe is gone, all the information is within my vision. , Everything you can do is under my observation. Tell me, how can I defeat an omniscient enemy?"

"If you want to defeat me, turn the time to daylight." Hoffa said, "Otherwise, in this night, even if I can't kill you, you won't want to kill me."

With just a word, Mans's forehead burst into blue veins. He clenched his fists and breathed extremely fast. This reminder was like a blow to the head, allowing him to see the shadow of death hovering above his head.

"Why don't you turn? Could it be that you actually can't see the daylight anymore?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Mans furiously attacked his heart. He directly slowed down time. His backhand was just a slap on Hoffa’s face, and he roared furiously: "Your failure is doomed. I have seen your future well. No one will look forward to your future. , No one appreciates, no one recognizes!"

"Nothing to do with you."

Tick, time stands still.

Mans hit the gray-haired boy with a punch in the face.

Tick, time flows.

Hoffa backed up and slammed into the wall, raising his arm.

Tick, time stands still.

Mans punched him in the face again.

"The sad heroism is long gone. People nowadays will only become more and more like me!!"

boom!

It was another punch down.

The nosebleed ran down the cracked lips.

boom!

It was another punch.

boom!

It was another punch.

.......

Mans stopped time tirelessly, started time, and at the same time punched and punched tirelessly, until the flesh and blood of his fist was blurred, he also didn't realize it, and didn't want to stop. In this stormy night, everything is staged like a written script.

However, the more he beats this guy, the more irritable he feels.

The harder Hoffa Bach was beaten, the less he could see his fate. When Grindelwald will come to kill himself is completely unknown, he does not know, the confusion and anxiety are getting worse.

And this anxiety can only be vented through violence.

So punch after punch, punch after punch...

From the perspective of ordinary people, only a few minutes have passed, but in Mans's view, he has been beating the teenager in front of him for several days. Until he was completely beaten into a pig's head, his originally handsome face was beaten into a look that his mother could not recognize, and the bones on the back of his hand were opened and cracked.

Finally, the heavy rain gradually subsided, and the thunder and lightning in the sky went out. The turbulent magic became calm.

Mans hit the boy's abdomen with his last knee blow. Hoffa, who had been beaten for nearly a hundred hours in a slow time, fell motionless in the stagnant water, his chest undulating slightly.

With his bone-tired right hand, he tore off his tattered jacket, pulled his bow tie, and said tiredly and cruelly: "You lost."

Harry Potter and I am a legend