Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Two days later.

Little Hangleton in the northern fringe of Sussex. A chimney-booming train chuckingly stopped at the old platform.

Hoffa, dressed as an ordinary Muggle, walked slowly from the train. In front of him was a small village. He was found in this ruined place for a long time. The nearest city, Bridgewell, has nearly two. Ten kilometers away.

After Nicholas Lemay told him the way to resurrection, he rushed to this place non-stop. If nothing else, his old classmate should be lingering in this village at this moment, waiting for an opportunity to resurrect.

At the moment the weather is less than seven o'clock, the weather is a bit gloomy, thick fog has enveloped the village, the streets are a bit muddy, and there are depressive rolling black clouds hanging low in the sky. Some tombstones can be seen dimly between two steep hillsides in the distance.

The dim street lamp on the gravel road shone on the muddy sidewalk, leaving only the dim light of fireflies. There is also a faint yellow light shining from the glass windows of the shops on both sides, passing through the confused fog, and shimmering on the empty streets.

"Is this the hometown of Voldemort..."

He said to himself, speaking of it, this place is actually the nominal hometown of Voldemort, but the real hometown of Tom Riddle should be the same as him, in the Wu's Orphanage in London.

When passing by a fruit stand, Hoffa thought for a while and stopped.

"How do you sell Apple?" he asked.

"Five pence a catty," the boss said.

"Give me a pound."

"okay."

"Where are the oranges?"

"Three pence."

"Is the package sweet?"

"It must be sweet, you try."

"Then give me a pound."

"By the way, boss, do you have a place called Riddle House?"

"Huh?" The fruit stall owner showed a confused look on his face.

"Riddle House."

"never heard of that."

The fruit shop owner shook his head.

A minute later, Hoffa stood on the country road with a woven bag of fruit, frowning.

He looked around and saw only a few scattered lights in the distance, and did not see the legendary big mansion-Riddle House. After asking several villagers in a row, they all said they didn’t know, which made him a little confused .

According to the plot of the original book, don’t the residents of Little Hangleton like to talk about the tragedy at Riddle House most? I don’t know how this would happen.

Hoffa, who was puzzled, carried a bag of fruits and walked along the gravel road. As he walked, the street lights became thinner and thinner until they disappeared.

After bypassing a hillside, the street lamp disappeared completely, leaving only the dark and thick shadow of the nettle in the moonlight.

At this moment, Hoffa saw a house half-hidden among the intertwined trees in the distance. The walls were covered with moss, and the tiles on the roof shattered, revealing the hideous and rotten rafters behind.

He stopped in front of this extremely dilapidated and rotten house and frowned.

With the help of a powerful spiritual force field, he could detect that there was an extremely hidden and evil force in this room, which was very similar to the Slytherin curse that Tom Riddle imposed on him back then.

Is Gunter's old house?

After thinking for a moment, he determined the identity of this dilapidated old house, which made him hesitate, he hesitated whether to go in and take a look.

After all, if this is the old house of Gunter, then the second of the legendary Deathly Hallows, the resurrection stone, is stored in this building.

One step.

Hiss!

On the dead tree, a entangled little snake quickly fled.

Hoffa turned his head abruptly.

There was a woman standing behind him at some unknown time.

It was a woman with a woven bag in her hand. She had dark hair, a V-neck, purple dress, a cup, and thick eyeshadow. She was not pretty, she was thin, she didn’t blink. Look at yourself.

A man and a woman looked at each other silently for a moment.

The woman just looked at him with a sluggish expression.

Hoffa tilted his head, turned and walked to the thin woman who also carried the woven bag. The moonlight shone on his bald head.

Reaching out, he could see a few bottles of milk, some raw meat and vegetables in the woman's woven bag, and a few Muggle bills in her other hand.

After Hoffa approached her, she turned her head subconsciously and took a step back.

"Excuse me, where is Riddle House?"

Hoffa asked politely.

The woman glanced at him secretly, her eyes erratic.

Hoffa followed her eyes and looked at it, which was the top of the valley in the distance, with a waning moon hiding in the clouds behind the valley.

"In that direction?"

Hoffa reached out his hand.

The woman shook her head.

"It's dangerous to run out alone so late."

Hoffa sighed and said, "I'll take you back."

"Ah...Ah...Ah..." The woman took two steps back, pointed to her mouth, gestured, waved her hand again and again, and made a dumb voice.

Then she turned her head and walked in the opposite direction.

But he hit Hoffa's chest.

Boom! !

She looked at the bald young man in front of her with a look of horror.

Hoffa stretched out and took her cold arm, smiled, slowly but irresistibly, followed her forearm, touched her palm, then spread her slender fingers, and put the woven bag in her hand. Mentioned his own hands.

"I'll help you with it," he said.

Snapped!

Without saying anything, the woman tossed the woven bag, twisted her waist and ran away without turning back. She was so fast that she almost disappeared from Hoffa's sight in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa smiled slightly, and disappeared while wandering around with two woven bags.

I saw the woman in front running frantically, faster and faster, and her legs twisted in the end. She ran and turned her head back, as if there was a ghost behind her.

Following the woman, he entered a mountain manor with an open heather bush on one side and old yew hedges on the other, with giant trees towering behind the hedges. The manor has a gravel road covered with lichens, and the stone pillars on both sides of the gate are full of tattered heraldic patterns. Except for the gravel road in the middle, Hoffa found gaps in several hedges and small roads penetrated. The house was not visible from the road, and the surrounding environment seemed gloomy and declining.

After arriving at the empty manor, the woman rushed to the ground, struggling in pain and twisting, and the more she struggled, the longer her body became. In the end, she became a giant snake ten meters long.

After the giant snake circled the hedge three times, it swished in.

Hoffa also circled the hedge three times, and waited for him to come out.

A majestic but dilapidated castle appeared in front of him. It stood in the gray cold light in the thick fog, and the windows were gloomy. There were many small diamond-shaped glass windows on the bare high walls, still resembling It looks like it was left behind by its builders in the early seventeenth century. The courtyard is littered with **** and bushes.

Standing under the old castle, Hoffa knew clearly. It seems that in order to hide his identity and location, Tom not only hides Riddle Mansion with magic, but also erases the memory of Little Hangleton's residents about Riddle Mansion.

But he was also a little curious, if he saw the guy he hadn't seen for a long time, what posture he should face him.

In the memory of this timeline, the last time they met, he used mistletoe to **** a piece of his soul, I'm afraid he also hated himself to death.

However, after experiencing such a ridiculous life, Hoffa not only couldn't mention much hatred for Tom, but also a kind of helplessness of sympathy.

(rustle.......)

"Hah!!"

Suddenly, a black giant snake rushed out of the shadow of the castle, jumped more than three meters high, opened its mouth in the volley, and bit at Hoffa's neck sideways, its scales shining in the moonlight.

Hoffa glanced at it. He wondered why Nanigi could become a woman. To be honest, he was shocked when he first saw this woman. He was obviously not Animagus, but he had an unknown Transfiguration Curse on him. , The Transfiguration Curse is more like a curse, not only uncontrollable but also very dangerous.

Click!

The snake's head bit Hoffa's bald head, but failed to bite in.

"do not move."

Hoffa said, he slowly combined the two woven bags into one, and then freed a hand to grab Nanji's neck and twist it slightly.

The big snake let out a whine, hit the floor hard, and writhed frantically.

Hoffa didn’t want to tear his face with Tom. After all, he was asking for help, so he didn’t have trouble with Nanigi, so he dragged his tail into the gap in the old porch, where there was a steep staircase leading to the castle. . He looked up at this terrifying place, the ruins of the old rough stone wall, stacks of coffins exuding a musty smell, some of these coffins were made of lead, some were made of stone, leaning against one side wall Stacked high up to the arches and the roof hidden in the shadows above.

Orochi Naniji may be desperate, and let him drag him motionless.

When I walked to the castle hall, suddenly there was a roar in the distance: "All petrochemicals!"

A blue spell shot from the shadow on the second floor.

Then came a crazy curse bombardment: "Blood to pieces, fainted, with obstacles, and slack in strength, Avada Suddenly..."

Colorful lights flashed randomly.

The round of spell bombing ended, and the hall was bombed in a mess.

The smoke billowed, and the gravel and wood chips crackled and fell straight down.

In the corridor on the second floor, Pettigrew Peter squatted on the ground, holding his wand in his palm, and stretched out from the guardrail, staring at the center of the hall with his watery eyes.

I don’t know if it’s his illusion. He just saw a bald boy carrying a woven bag, dragging Nanji’s tail from the outside. This frightened him. He has lived for so many years, but he hasn’t Have seen such inexplicable pictures.

You know, Nanji is more than ten meters long and can swallow an adult man with a meal, but now he is dragged by his tail. What is this concept?

The dust settled.

There was no one in the hall.

It seemed that the person who dragged Nanji's tail just now was just an illusion.

"Ha...Ha..." Little dwarf star Peter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, licked his lips, and laughed: "What's the matter, have you been too nervous these days?"

"Little dwarf Peter?"

A tentative question behind him made the short man's face pale, and he was almost petrified on the spot. It took a full five or six seconds before he turned his head mechanically.

Behind him, the bald head dressed like an ordinary Muggle street high school student was carrying two woven bags, bowed his head, and looked at himself with a smile.