Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Grindelwald..."

"Grindelwald..."

"Grindelwald."

The murmur gradually became clearer from far to near.

It was like someone's sigh, and it was like singing.

On the empty street, the white-haired man slowly stopped.

In front of him was a street lined with tall buildings. There was no color in the darkness, no one in the open, and the only sound was the sound of a ballad in the wind.

"Grindelwald, keep silent, Grindelwald, just say nothing, Grindelwald, get nothing..."

Accompanied by weird and peculiar ballads, a row of little girls in red clothes ran across the empty street in front of them hand in hand. The children sang songs, turned their heads, and looked at Grindelwald. Although they were petite and exquisite, each of them had the appearance of adult men, pale and hollow.

He closed his eyes blankly, clenched his wand and swiped across.

Hey, the arc flashed, as if a piece of rag was torn apart.

The little girl holding hands was torn in half from the middle. The sharp curse cuts the streets like a sharp knife, cuts the tall buildings, cuts the air, cuts the world, everything is torn apart like a canvas.

Very quiet.

However, after tearing it apart, he came to another place.

cliff.

Under the cliff is a vast abyss, and above the abyss, a man stubbornly held two people who were about to fall into the abyss, it was Fatiel De La Cess.

And one of the two who fell off the cliff was himself, and the other he was very familiar with, it was the young Jacob Bohan, the second generation ancestor who used to gamble on countless things.

He unexpectedly returned to the turning point in his life in the summer of 1913.

By his side, Jacob still said in a trembling voice: "Fat...Fatier, no...no...this can't work..."

"Fatier, what are you thinking! Pull me up!"

"Don't loose this hand, loose the other one."

Grindelwald looked at all this strangely. He gradually understood where he was, but he did not understand when and where he fell into a dream, just like a dreamer never remembers the dream. Outside things.

Patter.

After a struggle, it was not himself who fell off the cliff, but the Jacob beside him.

After Fatir pulled him up, his expressionless face rarely fluctuated.

"Is this what you have been fantasizing about?"

Someone behind him laughed like this: "No wonder no one can understand you.

If someone has lived for more than sixty years and still longs for love in his heart, then he has to say that he is either a woman or a lunatic. "

Grindelwald turned his head, behind the huge Kilimanjaro, there was a monster almost bigger than the mountains floating, covering the sky like a giant whale flying in the sky.

It has countless arms, and its lower body is fluttering like jellyfish with hooked tentacles. Its head is wrapped in a cloud of black smoke. It has no nose or mouth. Every hair on its head is a tentacles hundreds of meters long. , Only those eyes that are as huge as a lake project endless reincarnation and void.

Standing at the feet of this monster like an ant, Grindelwald said nothing, the black elder wand turned into a black sharp knife in his hand. After he closed his eyes and thought for a moment, he pierced him with a knife.

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The Klausnik base in Germany, in the dark clouds, occasionally a sharp beam of light swept past.

At the outpost three hundred meters away, an officer with a telescope in his hand frowned.

"What are they doing? Major."

Beside the officer, a soldier with a gun on his back asked curiously.

"Nothing seems to be done."

The man with the telescope was confused and handed the telescope in his hand to the soldier next to him: "Come and see, is this what the interview looks like?"

The soldier took the binoculars and looked intently.

In the round lenses, one can clearly see that the adult wizard in the distance is sitting face to face at the top of the tower used for meditation.

One of them was a woman wearing a gray blanket. She was in a wheelchair, she had no hair on her head, tilted her head, with a magic wand on her knees, and her body was trembling slightly.

Ten meters in front of her, there is also a man sitting, his waist is straight, his hands are on his knees, his head is slumped on his shoulders, his eyes are closed, and he looks like he is asleep.

"Is Lord Grindelwald asleep?"

The soldier put down his binoculars and asked in confusion.

No one answered.

When he put down the telescope, the officer beside him fell to the ground without knowing when, closed his eyes, and made a slight snoring sound.

This scene made him stare. Before he could ask a question, he suddenly felt top-heavy, and a deep sleepiness surged into his heart. He fell to the ground uncontrollably and fell onto the officer's body.

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The black sharp knife pierced in the air, like a needle pierced on an inflated balloon, with a soft sound like a bubble spit from the mouth of the fish, the monster, Kilimanjaro Snow Mountain, Fatir, and even himself disappeared. The whole thing is clean.

He woke up from a meditative state of sitting cross-legged. I found myself sitting on a sandy ground that resembled an ancient Roman arena. Around the arena, there were countless black shadows dancing wildly. They could not see their faces. They could only see the black shadows, one after another with blood-red eyes, waving. The arms danced frantically, like the most enthusiastic spectators, hundreds, thousands, without a single sound.

Rustle...

The sound of sand rubbing.

A gray-haired young man walked barefoot on the sand of the arena, step by step. A dense black chain was wrapped around his body, and the chain was tightly entwined with his body, deep into the flesh.

It's hard to imagine that a person can still walk when **** like this.

As the distance got closer and closer, he could even see that the gray-haired young man was dragging a chain with several hideous and rotting heads tied in knots. Those heads stuck to the gravel and dragged, the flesh and blood that had already been rolled. Blurred.

The young man stood barefoot in front of Grindelwald, raising the row of heads on the chain, and saw the head slowly hovering and falling on the sand. The bottom one had silver hair and big blue eyes. .

"Your teacher was killed by me. He died and he didn't understand your pain." The gray-haired young man teased.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Grindelwald moved his eyes away from the head and said slowly.

"You don't have to pretend to be in front of me."

The gray-haired young man said: "Your beloved teacher is gone, and your seeds of hope are dead. Even the students you have the greatest hopes for, I banished. Tell me, who else is in this world now? , Will become like you?"

Looking at the **** heads, Grindelwald slowly raised his head: "You."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The gray-haired young man raised his head and laughed, laughter resounding all over the world, with a wild and unruly gesture.

After laughing, he shook his head with disdain and arrogance, and stepped his feet deep into the gravel, pulling away with his chain-bound body.

At this moment, all the shadows on the Colosseum screamed like boiling.