Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

boom! !

Accompanied by the gunshot.

Those warm and welcoming daily life disappeared, and the cold fate pulled out its sharp fangs.

That bullet seemed to have penetrated the young Hoffa's brain at the same time, and all the education, instruction, and life he had experienced in the past were all shattered at this moment, leaving only a void.

Looking at the blood that dipped in front of him, the brain hanging from the back of the chair, the bone fragments sprayed on the wall, and the palm of the hand hanging under the chair, the face with a faint smile. It seemed to be the biggest mockery of fate for him.

"Ha...Ha...??"

The huge unknown uncertainty and the huge inevitability drowned him at the same time. Under the influence of the emotional compensation mechanism, he actually laughed, convulsive, difficult, and purposeless.

"Ha...Ha..."

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to wake the smiling old man and tell him not to joke with himself. But it was only a corpse that gradually lost its temperature.

"what!!"

After confirming that his aging self was really dead, he held his head with his fingers deep in his hair roots, and uttered an incredible scream. Amidst this scream, the screaming of a few hundred meters in radius, the returning bird flies away in all directions .

He backed away, embarrassed, and rushed out. The revolving glass door of the audio-visual store closed suddenly after he left. The sign of [Closed Today] flew high in the sky, and several neighbors who were talking and laughing back home with French sticks and vegetables He was knocked down directly by the rush, and complained furiously.

Hoffa was frightened and fleeing aimlessly. He didn't even know what to flee and where to go. He felt that no matter what he did, he could not escape this terrible fate.

He only ran forward and didn't dare to turn his head back, as if he could see the smiling self, the guy who fell on the chair with no gods, as soon as he turned his head.

That old bastard...! !

Damn it!

Damn it! !

The scenery around him retreated quickly. I don't know how long he ran, how far he ran, how many turns he made. He hit the wall and stopped by an unfamiliar stone bank, shaking and pale.

He collapsed on a riverside chair and looked at his palm. It was intact. The time flare had disappeared. The logical chain that maintained his existence no longer disintegrated. Even a fool could figure out the reason. There are no two in this time and space. Up.

But at this moment, his mental state was so bad that he couldn't get worse. On July 24, 1994, he died of suicide. If man’s destiny is a closed loop, then is this day his time of death?

Indeed, reason told him that everyone would die. Even in the most exaggerated fantasy, the so-called creation god, Daluo Jinxian, the original Taoist ancestor, will eventually die in the long river of time. That immortality is just a fool's fantasy, used to counter his cowardice and fear of death.

But then again, who is not afraid?

Even more frightening is that although there are still fifty years to live, if you can't escape the end of suicide no matter what you do, what is the point of working hard?

Thinking of the empty house, the grandiose Lamborghini.

At this moment, he felt extremely weak, and even more indescribably funny. That black humor must be the biggest joke God has ever made with himself.

He wanted to find someone to talk about, about this impermanent world, about this **** fate, this crazy and extreme life, and his emotions that can't be described in words.

But he found no one beside him to speak.

He is not in his own time and space, nor in the familiar world. In fact, he felt that even if he was there, he couldn't find a suitable person to talk to.

Does anyone want to believe in everything they have experienced?

Who can understand this complex and absurd emotion?

The world is so big that there may be no second person's experience similar to his own.

The huge inconceivability turned into humiliation and unwillingness. It was the humiliation of being played. He raised his head and looked at the sky, biting his fist, his chest undulating violently.

......

"My dear, do you love me or not?"

"Of course, you little fool, I love not only in the past, but also in the present, and I will love in the future."

"How long do you love?" the woman asked delicately.

"Forever."

"Huh, I hate it."

"Why hate it, baby."

"Don't love you in the next life?"

It was late at night, and there were many benches by the river. Some couples were sitting on the benches and kissing, whispering, heads against their heads, very romantic.

Hoffa, who had almost snapped his palm, lowered his head and turned his head in disbelief. The romance of others ignited the emotion that was about to burst in his chest like explosives. It was a huge injustice, an incomparable injustice!

At this moment, the lover died, was forced to cross, the nun died, the death of Fatir, and so on, new hatred and old grievances came to his heart, and he could no longer restrain it.

"why me!?"

boom! !

With a loud noise, his arm deformed into a blood-colored wing that was more than ten meters long and swept across.

It was like an angry child kicking the building blocks that he had piled up fortunately. Those romantic, gentle, calm, and whispering couples were swept directly by the sudden disaster, hovering in the river, screaming again and again.

"Me, why must it be me!?"

He raised his head and roared, everything in all directions was like a huge prison, obviously extremely free, but he couldn't even breathe under pressure.

The crazy and stern roar caused passers-by to look sideways, and saw a huge thunderbird nearly 100 meters long appeared. He rose from the ground, fell from the sky, and hit the ground heavily.

Numerous houses crashed and pedestrians scattered and screamed and fled.

Suddenly, he hovered and flew high like a madman, flew to the distance, and fell like a parabola, destroying all the areas close to a thousand meters into ruins.

......

......

Ministry of Magic.

Ministerial Conference Room.

The two men sat on either side of the desk.

One of them is a little fat man, wearing a long striped cloak and a square wizard hat, rubbing his hands, smiling a little cramped. Behind him stood a large number of Ministry of Magic officials.

Sitting across from him was an old man wearing a pointed wizard hat. He had a long white beard and a purple cloak that was dragged to the ground. He leaned on a chair quite casually, under the transparent half-moon glasses. His blue eyes flickered.

"Professor Dumbledore has to worry a lot about the security of the Triwizard Tournament. After all, it's about the glory of the British wizard. Last year, and those things the year before..." The short man scratched his head and looked. Slightly nervous: "Can not happen, try not to happen."

"What are you thinking, Connelly."

Albus Dumbledore crossed his fingers helplessly: "This event is held at Hogwarts. Do you think I will damage the reputation of my school?"

"Haha, of course I am very happy that Professor Dumbledore can say that." With a smile, Cornelius Fudge pushed the roll of parchment in front of him: "Then, you can sign this security agreement. We will send some Aurors to Hogsmeade at that time, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind."

The old man with half-moon glasses and a crooked nose said gently: "I also hope that things like last year will not happen."

"No problem, no problem! Make sure everyone obeys your orders," he said, turning his head majesticly, looking at a scarred one-eyed man standing behind him: "Moody, did you hear that? This year, Your burden is also heavy."

"What are you worrying about, Minister." The scarred Aristo Moody frowned somewhat displeased: "I promise, as long as I'm there, there will never be any accidents... ."

boom! !

The door was slammed open.

A woman dressed as an Auror with her shoulders wet and wet broke into the conference room. She was panting and anxious.

Cornelius Fudge frowned, stood up immediately, and said sternly: "What's the matter, Natalie? Didn't you see Professor Dumbledore and I in a meeting?"

"No... it's not good!"

The drenched woman didn't stop Fudge's drinking, she said anxiously: "Weybridge...15 kilometers east of Weybridge, there was a...an uncontrolled one. Thunderbird!!!"

The meeting room was quiet for a moment.

Then there was a faint discussion.

"Ah, Thunderbird?"

"Isn't that something that only America can have?"

"Could someone start smuggling magical animals again?"

"Maybe someone with a heart... smuggled with the Quidditch World Cup..."

"Don't quarrel!"

The female Auror was crying anxiously. She pulled out her magic wand and pointed to the ceiling. The ceiling at the top of the meeting room surged under the spell, reflecting the outside situation into the meeting room.

The night sky that should have been clear at this moment was abnormally tumbling with endless dark clouds. In the dark clouds, dense lightning flashes like a spider web. Even if there is no sound, one can still imagine the extent of the rainstorm that the outside world is experiencing.

The Auror pointed to the ceiling, "Half an hour ago, that creature went all the way to Westminster. Many Muggles have seen it."

Cornelius Fugge stood up without a master, his eyes turned to Albus Dumbledore who was aside, "It's... the fellow Newt?"

But Dumbledore, who had never been able to move thunder, and remained calm when the sky fell, stared at the billowing lightning on the ceiling, his mouth was slightly open, and his pupils were shining with inexplicable light. Cornelius Fudge called him several times, and he too. Did not recover.

At this time, the one-eyed man with a scarred face in the crowd stood up, and he calmly slapped his wooden legs on the ground, and the invisible mental force field was diffused.

"Don't pant, Natalie, make it clear, what happened?"

Mad-Eye Moody’s face, which usually looks very scary, is surprisingly safe at this moment. The woman wiped the drops of water on her face. “It’s like this. Half an hour ago, someone witnessed one in Weybridge. A huge four-winged creature, it keeps hitting the ground and has some mental disorders. A colleague from the Department of Fantastic Animals who went with it said that it was a thunderbird that was about to reach adulthood... Now, there has been a large-scale riot in that area."

"I see," Moody nodded steadily. "Immediately contact the Disaster Reversal Department and the Fantastic Beast Management and Control Department, and then call the people from the Invisible Task Force, let's join us... .."

"no need."

Suddenly, Dumbledore, who had been in a trance, stood up and interrupted Moody. He tidyed up his robes and restored his unique calm and rationality: "Just deal with those Muggle problems. Give that thunderbird to me."

After speaking, he didn't look at anyone, walked past the wet Auror and left the meeting room.