Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The sky was torrential rain, the trees that were blowing in the strong wind bent down, and the slightly weaker trees were uprooted, and the air was full of rubble and gravel.

Abandoned factory building, a huge black shadow fell from the sky, it was engulfed in electric current, and slammed heavily on the abandoned steel water tank on the top, and the steel pierced out of the wings of its huge wings. It didn't realize it, its huge legs and claws stepped on the heavy iron roof of the factory building, and it was about to fly again.

At this time, the factory building around it suddenly came alive, and the metal beams and drainage pipes were automatically combined to form a huge magic structure after another. Those structures jumped on the ground, raised their arms made of metal pipes, and pressed forward. Lived the Thunderbird that was about to take off.

"hiss!"

There was a flash of thunder, and the Thunderbird held its huge head high, and its hair stood up like steel needles, and a plume of smoke spewed from the tip of the sharp beak. The long and narrow golden eyes as large as the head of another person were full of confusion and unwillingness. Electricity flows along its body, and it arches its back to face the thunderclouds in the sky.

Click!

A flash of lightning hit the Thunderbird.

The four wings on its back became bigger again, and at the same time, two more white bones broke through the skin and pierced out. The bones were covered with weird magic lines, and they stretched to a length of ten meters in the blink of an eye, blood red. The muscle fibers quickly crawled over the bones, and countless feathers grew densely on them.

Huh! !

Two new-born wings were inserted into the chest of the huge structure.

Bang! !

With a muffled sound, the arched Thunderbird smashed the magic constructs that bound it, reinstalling them into a pile of waste parts, and then fluttered the six wings regardless, and the constructs that bound it were instantly destroyed. All shot apart.

It will fly again.

"Boy!"

There was a roar from the ground, an old man standing in the rain and mud.

"Look at me!" the old man said hoarsely: "You calm down!"

"hiss!!"

The giant thunderbird tens of meters high spread its wings to cover the sky and lowered its head. The electric current fell from the sky like spring water, hit the invisible shield, and turned into denser energy to spread out.

The old man stood in front of his dozens of big six-winged birds, holding his wand high and supporting the shield. The metal pipes that had been smashed into pieces were put together again to form one metal structure after another. They jumped forward one by one and hugged Thunderbird's back.

One person and one bird looked at each other for a moment.

"Sorry, offended."

The old man said, and he waved his wand again.

The structure moved, and a glass tube as thick as a normal human arm was inserted into Thunderbird's neck. It uttered a mournful cry and struggled, but its body inevitably shrank.

Eventually, he changed back to a human form and fell to the ground motionless.

In the distance, flying broomsticks flew quickly in the dark clouds.

A crackling Apparition appeared above and below the abandoned factory, and surrounded the place where the battle took place.

In the torrential rain, the old man bent down, hugged the young man's back, put a black cloak on him, and then quickly apparated and disappeared in place.

......

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A few hours later.

In an old house, the gray-haired old man turned on the gramophone, and the quiet piano music slowly flowed out of the turntable.

Eric Sati, Gymnopedies

Hoffa leaned against the chair pale, the ethereal and quiet music made his blank brain regain some sense, and he sat blankly on the chair, his face against the window.

It was pouring rain outside the window, the next room was probably fried eggs, sizzling, how long the phonograph played the music, and how many times did it loop. Hoffa leaned against the window and looked into the distance. What was the old dog lying downstairs in the bicycle shed doing?

There was a clanging sound from downstairs. Not long after, the old man tremblingly lifted the bead curtain and came in front of him with a cup of hot cocoa: "Sorry, I didn't have the first time to find you. The effect of tranquilizers It will take a while, so don’t worry too much."

Hoffa remained motionless, but slanted his eyes.

The old man in front of him had sparse hair, was wearing a gray robe, had very long eyebrows, and his face had accumulated wrinkles. He looked almost dead, and only one pair of eyes were piercing.

He knows this guy very well because they just met a week (fifty years) ago.

It's Nick LeMay.

Chloe’s great, great, great, great-great-grandfather, he looks the same as he was fifty years ago. After he lost control of his emotions, he was the first to find himself who was chaotically running in the rainstorm. Not only was he not surprised by his youthful appearance, he even brought him to his residence without any explanation.

"Drink something, it's good for you," Nicol Lemay said, pushing the cup of hot cocoa in front of him.

Hoffa ignored him, but took a look at him and then retracted his eyes.

Nick Leme, who was ignored, pushed the cup away tremblingly and sat beside Hoffa. He looked at the void boy who was leaning on the glass, licked his lips, and was silent for a while before he said: "What happened—I can probably guess something."

There was silence for a while: "I admire you very much. If I must find someone among all wizards to admire, then he must be you."

Hoffa still looked at the window, at the rainy old dog in the bike shed, without saying a word.

Nicole LeMay: "Compared to you, most of us... In fact, they are actually mediocre people who are greedy for life and fear of death. There is not much realm. If you can make more money, you can make more money. Live a few more years, live a few more years. You don’t have to vent your anger on them. People’s sorrows and joys are not understood."

The rainy old dog in the bicycle shed stood up, shook his body, and walked far away in the rain.

Hoffa closed his eyes: "Say what you have to say."

Nicole LeMay: "That necklace, where are you still? Hoffa."

necklace...?

Hoffa opened his eyes and took out the delicate necklace from his pocket. The necklace appeared with him at the Ministry of Magic. Even at this time, he didn't want to give it to anyone.

"Give...Give me..."

Nicole LeMay held out his hand tremblingly.

Hoffa hesitated for a while, and handed him the necklace.

I saw Nico Lemay picking up the necklace in tears and crying: "Chloe...I'm sorry, we're home...home."

Something has changed, Hoffa frowned, and his depression and unwillingness in his heart were diluted a little. He looked at Nico Le May, and saw him in old age, crying like a child at the moment.

"what is that?"

"Oh, the resurrection stone, I refined it myself, imitating the alchemy product made from the resurrection stone of the three Peverier brothers, and used it to preserve human souls.

Hoffa's eyes widened. "So, Chloe is not dead?"

"Not yet, but it depends on our subsequent actions." The old man said cautiously, holding the necklace.

The only good news made Hoffa gradually recall from the tragedy of his death. He squinted his eyes and tapped his fingers on the tabletop, "Wait, how do you know that I will come fifty years from now."

The old man touched his tears: "I made a deal with Silby Spencer. It was me who helped hide Delphine's true identity. It was I who gave him the information about the Arrow of Time.... .."

boom! !

The hot cocoa on the table was broken on the ground and spilled all over the floor. The effect of the tranquilizer was rushed away with anger. Hoffa smashed the table with a palm, grabbed the thin old man by the collar and pressed him against the wall, saying in disbelief: "I will give you three seconds to come. Explanation!"

Nicol LeMay was taken aback by his sudden movements, and subconsciously grabbed his arm: "His goal from the beginning is you, never someone else. He said, as long as I can lock you up, Will give my granddaughter a way out..."

"You won't refuse Fatir?" Hoffa growled, his palms getting harder and harder. "You won't refuse Silby?"

"Do you think everyone is like you... can you fight?" The old man said hoarsely under his palm: "I'm just an... an old alchemist... I was born in troubled times... I am not at all Fatiel...Draceth’s opponent...not even...not the kind of dark lord’s opponent!"

"You old bastard! I haven't seen you before! You come to count me!" Hoffa gritted his teeth and strangled his neck, the blue veins on his forehead jumping suddenly.

"I...I can't help it!" Nicol LeMay was pressed against the wall and said hoarsely: "There are many things I can't tell you...The only thing I can tell you is... ..... If Fatir's plan is realized, fifty years ago, I would not be able to save anyone. At that time, I had not developed any means for resurrection... Ahem..."

He coughed violently, Hoffa suddenly loosened Nico Lemay’s collar, pushed him to the ground, and said bitterly: Okay, the purpose is achieved, I sent your granddaughter back, not only Britain was sent to Britain fifty years later. "

After speaking, he kicked Le May, who was coughing on the ground, raised his foot and walked out.

"Wait a minute!" Nicole Le May pulled his trousers miserably on the ground.

"What else do you want to do?" Hoffa turned his head and looked at him condescendingly.

"You...cough cough cough...you...you have to go back."

"Where to go back?"

"Fifty years ago."

"why?"

"You don't know," Nicol LeMay slammed his hand: "You don't know what kind of horror, what kind of monsters were produced in that era! We have no way, only you...only you can stop this.

"In our current world, everything you see is based on your return. If you don't return, nothing will exist. The legal system, the country, the economy, order, stability, and even the entire time and space will collapse. ....."

"Oh, what if I don't want to go back?" Hoffa said, tilting his head.

Nicole LeMay shuddered, somewhat surprised: "You...you won't go back?"

Hoffa didn't answer, and went out.

Nicole LeMay stood up and grabbed him again, but was pushed to the ground mercilessly by Hoffa. He was extremely anxious and threw himself back, grabbing his waistband and shouting: "You can't do this, you have to go back, otherwise...otherwise, this world..."

Hoffa squatted down, pulled his palm away from his waistband, and stared at his eyes coldly: "So I personally ran to send your granddaughter home after fifty years, and then to save the world, I will run to fifty years ago, by the way, I will shoot myself down again, so that I can achieve all these things I have seen, this magnificent beauty?"

Nicol LeMay looked at him blankly, and saw the young man in front of him grinning with white teeth: "What do you think of me as a tool person?"