Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"you lose!"

In the early morning and night, at the entrance of the rainy alley, Mans dusted his clothes with his bone-tired arms, "Not my opponent. Mobile phone 　https://"

He looked at the distance, and the sky had already risen with a hint of white belly, and the day was about to arrive. He picked up the raincoat and guns that had been thrown on the ground, put the Mauser pistol into the mouth of the fallen boy, and decided to wait until the second of the day to blow his head directly.

As time passed by, Mans kept pulling the trigger at any time. The night was not over. He could see that the boy’s barely human-shaped face was slowly recovering from the beating, and the crooked bridge of the nose was restored. The bulging, congested eyes slowly opened, and the cracked hare lips were healed little by little.

"Don't resist?" He moved the gun away slightly, and asked like a friend: "If you want me to say, you can still fight."

The pig head boy lay on the rain and nodded slowly.

"You don't seem to care at all, is death not terrible to you?" Mans asked curiously in the last few minutes before dawn.

The pig head boy shook his head slowly.

"Why don't you speak, the day is coming, and if you don't talk about it, you are going to die." After thinking about it, Mans' face showed a rare gentleness: "If you have any last wishes, you can tell me, I can help you carry out."

Pighead brewed for a while, his lips squirmed, making no sound. Out of respect for his opponent, Mans leaned down and put his ear to his mouth.

"I'm sorry..." He only said in a subtle voice.

I am sorry?

Why do you want to say sorry? Mans straightened up and frowned, feeling that this was not for himself.

At this time, the cumulonimbus cloud in the sky completely dissipated. Under the first glimmer of dawn, he saw the standing water on the ground, and another person's shadow was inverted, and that person was standing silently. Behind myself.

The shadow of death suppressed in the battle suddenly broke out at this moment and was expanded to the limit.

"drink!!"

He yelled, trying to use this method to scare away the guy behind him, or to dispel the fear in his heart.

Time slowed to the extreme at this moment, almost to the point of being completely still, however, the figure in the stagnant water was not affected at all, it moved slightly.

Puff.

Mans saw a black spike coming out through his body, and then pulled it out. As the black spike entered the body, a certain severe pain turned into a death signal and rushed straight into the sky.

......

Thousands of miles away.

In a quiet room for burning incense, a man sat cross-legged on a futon meditating, with long white hair hanging down from his head to his waist.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, drew out the black wand, and pointed at the void.

Six burning candles appeared in the room.

But in the middle of the flame of one of the candles, a small black spot appeared. The black spot expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye and swallowed the flame in a blink of an eye.

"Hahahahahahaha~"

At the same time, an inexplicable child's laughter faintly rang in the meditation room, just like the laughter of a naughty child after a successful prank.

The white-haired man watched in astonishment that the flame went out and blue smoke floated out, and for a moment he even forgot to breathe.

......

Bournemouth.

At the alley less than 100 meters away from the port, Mans clung to his chest tightly. A stream of black air gushed out from the pierced wound and spread quickly, as if what was in his body was not red blood, but black as ink.

He looked back for the first time, and there was nothing behind him.

The one who killed himself either ran away or hid himself.

"Impossible...impossible...I obviously broke it...impossible!!"

He turned his head frantically, trying to rewind time, but under the passing of the black smoke, he found that he couldn't even control his body. He put his head on the wall, his body was constantly twitching, twisting, and struggling...

"Damn!!"

"why!!?"

"I have clearly achieved this level?"

Uncontrollable, he roared frantically, almost unable to extricate himself from confusion: "Who is it, who is it!?"

No one answered, the tiny black hole in his chest spread out to his whole body, and he could even hear something chewing in small mouths, chewing his soul. Every bite takes away a part of memory, and every bite takes away a part of reason.

Under the weight of death, he lost control completely: "What should I do? What should I do...?"

At this time, he saw Hoffa lying on the ground, as if he had seen the last life-saving straw, and fell on the ground with love, pressing on Hoffa, and grasping his shoulder: "Tell me who it is. ! Tell me who it is?"

Hoffa fell to the ground, watching the newly born sunlight and the fading moon in the distance, turning a deaf ear to Mans' pleading. In fact, at the moment he destroyed the mistletoe, he already understood everything.

After playing against each other so many times, he knew the Muggle in front of him quite well. It was because of his understanding that he couldn't help but feel an unspeakable sympathy from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for the most tenacious desire to survive, how could that terrible desire for control evolve? But all of this quickly fell apart during the time he was playing with.

"Whatever you want, I can give you whatever you want!" Mans pulled Hoffa from the ground and pressed it against the wall, unwilling to let him speak fast: "Tell me who it is. Kill me. I can help you kill Grindelwald, I can even help you rewrite history, I can help you do whatever you want, as long as you tell me..."

Silent.

The shaken boy turned his head away, his lips closed tightly, and remained silent, with only sadness and sympathy in his eyes.

"tell me!"

"tell me!"

"tell me!"

He screamed frantically, and his voice turned into a trembling cry.

"You know if it's right."

"please."

"please......"

.......

The voice became lower and lower, until it disappeared completely.

Hoffa didn't say a word either.

Finally, Mans lowered his head, he let go, and all order was completely out of control at this moment. Confusion swallowed him, and he leaned back. Leaning against the corner full of stagnant water, staring at the sky blankly: "Is my vision still too narrow...?"

He muttered.

The black smoke in his chest filled his head and drifted across his cheeks until it dissipated in the night sky a little bit. After the black qi dissipated, his body completely collapsed, becoming black and thin, skinny, with dry hair, like a corpse that had been dead for many years.

......

......

The sun gradually rose at dawn, some street sweepers in ponchoes appeared on the streets of Bournemouth, and a faint air defense alarm sounded in the distance. No one knows that the actual savior of this city has been integrated with it.

A heavy exhaustion flooded Hoffa's heart. He sat against the wall next to Mans's tiny black mass of bones, just like two migrant workers who were ready to smoke on the bricks of the construction site after a hard day's work.

it's finally over.

No one can stop him from sending Chloe back to London.

No one can stop him from fulfilling his long-cherished wish.

However, he was uncontrollably confused. After experiencing all this, he was not quite sure what he wanted.

A palm was pressed on his shoulder.

He looked back and saw that the nun who had been placed on the roof in the distance came to him before, she was wet and trembling uncontrollably.

"Chloe..."

Hoffa looked at her with mixed feelings.

There was a plop.

Chloe knelt and sat down in the stagnant water, staring blankly at Mans's corpse. After watching for a while, she turned her head and asked Hoffa tremblingly, "Will I go to hell?"

"will not."

Hoffa hugged her shoulders, put his head on her forehead, and said softly, "Definitely not."

"What's it like to kill?" She asked Hoffa for the second time. It was the tone this time, but it was much heavier than in Paris.

Hoffa thought for a while and said seriously: "I will feel that humans are actually not so noble and not so sacred, just like other animals in nature, like domestic animals. If you get used to it, you will become numb, and you will become numb, completely indifferent. life and death."

"Then why is there an executioner? If it's not good." Chloe pushed Hoffa away and looked at him directly.

The question became more and more acute, and Hoffa could hardly look directly into her eyes. He turned his head away: "Some souls are destined to burn. Either warm others, or burn others.

For the benefit and survival of more people, sometimes a small number of people have to be sacrificed. This is the meaning of prison, and this is the meaning of death penalty. "

"Yes, what you said makes sense."

Chloe looked at him painfully: "But sometimes I also think, if those murderers, those frenzied people, those mobs who tortured the same kind. If they hadn't had their past experiences, if they hadn't had their own miserable experiences, they How could it be like this? If no one is willing to listen to their voices and no one is willing to bring them redemption, then there are not more and more such people, and such a life cycle will never have an end."

Hoffa was dumb, he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a long time.

Chloe looked into his eyes, and his voice trembled, "Look at me, Hoffa."

Hofayyan looked at the nun's eyes, but found that a faint silver luster had risen in her eyes, which was a precursor to the rampant magic.

"I think... I think no one can answer your question, only God can answer it."

"I just want to listen to you now, so tell me a few more words." The nun's voice was filled with fear and dazedness.

Hoffa fell into contemplation at this moment. He thought of Adbe Gorshak, Albus Dumbledore, thought of the Void Dragon, thought of everything he had learned in the magic school, thought of the pain he had experienced, and suddenly had an answer.

"When I was at Hogwarts, Ravenclaw's founder, Ronay Ravenclaw, once told me to look for light in the dark.

I think there is always darkness in the world, just like there is always night. But some people will succumb to the darkness and obey the darkness, while others will see hope in the darkness and work hard.

To me, it's not that their fate is bad, but that they chose to give in. "

As he said, he raised his head and looked at Chloe’s pure silver pupils with burning eyes: "If you feel that something is very positive in this darkness, then do it. If it will Words that bring light."

In an inconspicuous corner as low as dust, some kind of invisible flame passed from one person to another. Chloe looked at Hoffa blankly. This was the first time she saw this walking with herself. The soul of a man for many days.

"I understand."

Finally, she nodded, untied her red hair, took off her nun hat, and stood up.

Hoffa knew what she was going to do, but he still couldn't bear it. He hesitated and stood up, "Or I will go with you, I can do it for you..."

He was a little afraid to continue speaking, because he knew that everything that was about to happen had already happened, and he could not change it. She was destined to return to the past, rescue the children of the refugees, and remind herself to abandon the black mistletoe until the end of the enemy.

Chloe shook her head, she turned and walked into Bournemouth. Going alone to the darkness in the distance, to the cycle known to Hoffa.

Harry Potter and I am a legend