Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In the Office of the Ministry of Magic.

Fatir took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions. Soon, the few emotions on his face were replaced by coldness, and he waved his wand under his robe.

The room in front rumblingly separated, revealing a black passage behind the wall. He strode into the passage, and soon, he followed the passage to a room under a golden chandelier lamp.

In the room, a tall bald woman is standing next to a red-haired girl with her arms crossed. She is hanging some peculiar silver metal ornaments on her body. Those ornaments are wrapped around her joints and are engraved with mysterious abnormalities. Pattern.

"It just needs a little blood to say yes, why do you put all these messy things on me."

Seeing Fatir coming in, the red-haired girl asked him immediately.

"These are all developed by your grandfather, and I don't know the specific purpose. After this matter is over, you can ask him yourself." Fatir replied casually.

"Ok."

The red-haired girl gritted her teeth, opened her arms, and let the tall woman play with metal on her body.

Fatir dangled in the room, watching the ornaments on the girl's body gradually form, a trace of anxiety gradually rose in his heart. The guy unexpectedly rejected himself, pushing everything to the brink of losing control.

"too slow."

He took a step forward and pushed Delphine away. He quickly picked up the accessories and installed them on the girl, acting a little rudely.

"You hurt me!"

When he pressed a ring of mithril rune piece on the wrist of the red-haired girl, she said angrily.

Fatir did not answer and turned a deaf ear.

"Does anyone know what you want to do?"

The girl stretched out her arms and shook under his movements. She asked very dissatisfiedly: "As the Minister of Magic, you don't think about the safety of the people at this time. Instead, you want to go back to the past at this moment. It's true. Okay?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Fatir's expression was cold.

"Hey!"

The red-haired girl suddenly got out of his hand.

"This is to save your daughter. I advise you to treat me better."

"This is what Hoffabach meant. He just has no shame to tell you. If you don't want to, you can leave at any time. I'm just helping him." Fatir said blankly.

After a few seconds of confrontation, the red-haired girl stood there blankly, her fist was in her hand, her lips were tightened, her unwilling expression turned into a little bit of loneliness, she said, she opened her hand in silence.

Fatir stepped forward again and stuck pieces of alchemy creations on her body.

At this time, the ground shook suddenly. The golden chandelier on top shook, and dust fell to the ground. There was also a hint of roar in it.

"Fatier...!"

The three raised their heads at the same time, and their voices reached their ears along the ground.

"what's happening?"

The red-haired girl immediately asked Fatir: "That's Hoffa's voice."

"It's okay."

Fatir said coldly.

With a wave of his magic wand, he blocked all movements and sounds.

The red-haired girl widened her eyes and asked, "Should you not go out and take a look?"

Fatir didn't say a word, his hands kept moving.

"Wait a minute, maybe he doesn't want you to do this."

The red-haired girl suddenly broke free and kept a certain distance from him. "Although I promised to try it for you, you are too frank. I need to know what happened."

"do not move!!"

Fatir roared suddenly.

He strode forward and grabbed the red-haired girl by the arm. Every muscle on the face is as hard as a sculpture under the light.

"you are lying."

The red-haired girl looked at him and murmured.

Then she changed her face: "No, it must not be like this, you are lying."

She opened Fatir's hand, raised her leg and ran outside.

It didn't take two steps.

"The soul is out of the body."

Accompanied by a cruel and merciless spell, the Imperius Curse was shot from under Fatir's wand and hit the girl with metal ornaments all over her body.

The red-haired girl's anxious and frightened expression became sluggish, under the influence of the Imperius Curse, she smiled staggeringly, backed up, and sat down on the ground.

Fatir put down the wand and wand coldly, and said to the tall woman who stood still.

"Help her up."

The tall bald woman Yiyan stepped forward and put up the red-haired girl who had collapsed on the ground again.

"You're back..." The red-haired girl smirked, pulling the bald woman's wrist, and said slurredly: "You are... so stupid..."

Fatir had a look of disgust on his face, "Shut up!"

The red-haired girl's voice disappeared, but her mouth squirmed. Then Fatir looked at the bald woman beside him: "Is the Arrow of Time ready?"

"I want it now!?"

The bald woman looked a little surprised.

"There is no time. My daughter's friend is more difficult than I thought."

"But the machine is not fully prepared yet."

The tall woman said respectfully and softly.

"I don't need it to be fully prepared, I just need to be able to achieve my purpose with it." Fatir said indifferently, pressing the last piece of metal on the red-haired girl's forehead.

"Can you?"

"That... indeed... it is indeed possible."

Delphine said.

Fatir felt that she was a little stuttering, and immediately turned her head to stare at her, and used her magic wand dangerously to pick up her chin: "You also think I did something wrong?"

The azure eyes were full of doubt and suspicion. He was holding a magic wand, and his body was surrounded by suffocating waves of magical power.

"No, no."

Delphine, whose chin was picked up by the wand, was very calm. She held her head up and said lightly: "The light in the universe is just an illusion. Everything will eventually be swallowed by darkness and disorder. I don't think there is a problem with what you do. After all, in this world, only the Demon King can defeat the Demon King."

"Can the Demon King defeat the Demon King...?"

Fatir laughed at himself and shook his head: "Really, but you have been with me for more than a year. This is the first time I have heard you say such a profound thing."

"I don't like to talk, I only like to do."

Delphine said quietly under the wand.

Frozen for a while, Fatir sneered and put away his wand, "You did a good job. Send her to the Department of Mystery with me. I want to end this **** fate."

"I won't go."

The tall bald woman withdrew her hand and crossed her waist.

"what?"

Fatir just had a little kind eyes and became dangerous again.

"You know, Minister. I don't have the power to bind a chicken. I can advise you on how to change the file." She raised her slender finger and sighed helplessly: "But, Hoffa Bach, Let's forget it, I don't have enough for him to fight 10,000."

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After arriving at the Department of Mysteries, everything fell silent.

The shadow dragon lost its track, and the gargoyle that had bid before did not chase it down.

Instead, there are twelve black doors in a dark room, all of which are exactly the same, without marks and no handles. As long as he walks a little bit, the black door will keep spinning. It is almost impossible to judge which one should be entered.

This place touched Hoffa's long-lasting memory, he knew that the future Harry had also encountered this obstacle. There were a lot of companions around Harry at the time, and they could try it out one by one, but he was just alone. If he tried hard, it would be impossible.

Think about it for a moment. He closed his eyes and recalled the feeling of the moment he had just transformed, the peculiar transfiguration, the transfiguration that can hardly be explained by magic, and the feeling that the body and the night merge into one.

He could feel that the power was on himself, and the method was engraved in his mind like the blood instinct. He knew what the God of Dark Night needed.

Suddenly, he pierced his chest with a knife in his palm, almost immersed his fingers, holding his heart, accompanied by severe pain, blood entered the three rings of his chest, his face quickly pale.

The moment his palm was pulled out, his body quickly disintegrated into a group of nightingales, flying in all directions.

The twelve doors in the dark room revolved quickly, trying to confuse his vision, but hundreds of nightingales flew into the twelve doors respectively.

The feeling at this moment is extremely wonderful.

The transfiguration technique in exchange for the blood sacrifice gave him hundreds of pairs of eyes, and he could see the different scenery in each door.

There is a door with countless brains installed in a water tank, a door with a monster floating in the dark air, resembling an octopus, and a door with a table and chair sitting on a human sculpture, chatting and playing cards, there is a door Inside the door, there are countless huge hourglasses. What falls from the hourglass is not sand, but the little people who are cheering or wailing die.

Nightingale flew past these rooms, a large amount of information and images poured into his mind, almost making Hoffa somewhat unable to handle it.

At this time, he saw a tall arch quietly standing inside a black door. It looks very old, dilapidated, and decayed. But another kind of strange beauty.

There is no wall support around the arch, and there is a tattered black curtain or drapery hanging on it. The drapery is fluttering gently, as if someone had just touched it.

See that archway.

All the nightingales disappeared.

Only the few nightingales in front of the arch stopped, screamed and glued together, and changed back to a human form.

The room was dimly lit and rectangular, with a hollow in the middle, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. The room is surrounded by rows of stepped stone benches. He stands on the top row. The stone benches extend downward at a very steep angle. There is only a high stone platform in the center of the stone pit, and the arch is standing on it. Above the stone platform.

Looking at the arch, Hoffa was stunned, because for a moment. He seemed to see the other himself coming out of the arch with a smile, and waved at himself.

"Hey!"

He was agitated, stepped forward, and the illusion disappeared without a trace.

He quickly backed up a few steps, looked at the arch, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This scene made him feel more terrifying than the moment when a thousand arrows pierced his heart. You know, the future Harry's beloved godfather Sirius fell behind the arch, but he saw himself.

What does this indicate?

He didn't dare to think, he didn't want to think.

"Tick to tick..."

"Tick to tick..."

In the room where the arches stand, there is a faint ticking sound of a clock.

Gritting his teeth, he rolled his head, not thinking about anything else, and walked slowly in the direction of the clock ticking.

After walking for a while, he entered another corridor. The corridor was extremely narrow, but in the corridor, there were many kinds of clocks, such as big clocks, small clocks, master clocks and travel clocks. They were hung in a small waterway pipe. On such a thick brass pipe, each clock shows a different time, ticking incessantly.

Coming here, Hoffa began to think of Mans involuntarily.

Where he drew Chloe’s blood, there were also many ticking clocks, but not so many and not so dense.

while walking.

Click.

He seems to have stepped on something.

Moving his foot away, he saw a shattered corpse under the brass mechanical pipe covered by countless clocks. The corpse did not know how long it was dead, thin and dry, with a wide open mouth, almost dead with Mans It looks almost the same at the time.

It's just that it's covered with rusty patina, and at first glance it almost blends with this cold machine.

Corpse...

The vagueness in Hoffa's heart has become more intense.

Is the thing you worried about happening again?

Impossible, impossible.

The more he walked forward, the more and more corpses were like this. They were like civilians who were conscripted by a tyrant to build the Great Wall. They were buried under the Great Wall after death.

The sound of the clock is getting louder and louder.

In the end it was almost as spectacular as a symphony.

Finally, walking out of the corridor, the scene in front of him made him stand upside down.

The ground is sinking nearly 100 meters.

In a space as big as a football field.

It is a huge astrological instrument, which is like a star, floating horizontally in mid-air. Slowly revolving, every time it revolves, countless electric arcs gleam in it, exuding unparalleled power.

Under its light, Hoffa could see countless wizards standing under it, holding parchment in his hand, writing and drawing.

On the left side of the group of wizards, there is a high platform the size of a basketball court.

On the high platform, there is a huge clock on display. It has a circular ring shape. There is only one pointer on it, and two orientations of forward and forward.

The scale on the watch is not hours, minutes and seconds, but countless shining golden stars. Each star refers to a number, from one to fifty, each representing a year. There is a thigh under the watch. The steel wrench seems to be the switch to activate it.

Numerous extremely complex alchemy structures whose scales directly lead to the astrological instrument suspended in the middle of the field, combining the two into one.

On the scale of the high platform, a large arc-shaped brand was marked with the name of the machine in English with bronzing.

Arro　of　time

Arrow of Time