Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Hogwarts, the prom is in full swing.

Wizard musicians are playing **** the stage. The repertoire is Dmitrijevic? Shostakovich's "Second Waltz".

Accompanied by the elegant waltz, the warriors and partners of Hogwarts danced gracefully, and other students also flocked to the dance floor, showing their own charm along with various pieces of music.

On the edge of the dance floor, Miller disguised as Moody laughed exaggeratedly. He kicked his wooden legs and hugged a beautiful Bussbarton girl in the crowd.

All those who saw him gave him kind and understanding glances: "Good dance moves, Professor Moody."

"Ron, you're a flatterer, your dad still knows that you're so good at flattering, he might wake up with a smile in his dreams."

"The dress is beautiful, Professor Moody."

"Fuck off, I'm going to stuff your head in, Fred."

"Very skilled posture, Professor Moody."

"Go to hell, Cedric, I'll make your girlfriend more skilled."

"Professor Moody, tonight is really wonderful."

"Yes, except for you all becoming puppets, fools!"

......

Whenever someone talked to him like this, Miller nodded with a big laugh, verbally insulting everyone. But they had never heard of it, and instead faced him with a more eager dance and a more positive attitude.

"Miller... Miller, can you hear...?"

The looming shout appeared in Miller's ear, the voice was very low, he turned a deaf ear, and began to dance with his arms around the beautiful student of Busbarton. They stepped on the tango dance steps and jumped from one side of the auditorium to the other. While dancing frantically, he asked the girl in his arms, "Believe it or not, I will blow up this auditorium right away, and no one will stop it?"

"Oh, your joke is so funny."

The girl in her arms looked at him with dreamy eyes, which was no different from that of her lover.

"Joke, do you want to hear a joke?"

Miller stepped on the tango, turned the girl seven hundred and twenty degrees, and then pulled her into his arms.

"Of course, please speak."

"I still remember the last French girl I saw, a Muggle driver. Do you know a Muggle car?"

"I know." The girl said eagerly. "My grandfather is a Muggle."

"Ha, that's very interesting. She came to London to play with me. Her English is not good. When she drove down to Regent Street, the sign in front of me told me to turn left. She was not sure, so she asked me: "turnleft?"

I said: "right" and she hit the fire hydrant on the right! Hahahaha~"

"You are really interesting. Even if you are a French, your English is not that bad, okay." The girl panted and said, because Miller's movements were too intense, the blonde girl's forehead was already leaking fine drops of sweat.

Miller hugged the girl and came to the bar.

"Two glasses of brandy," he ordered without hesitation. Two glasses of strong wine studded with olives appeared in front of him.

"I don't drink." The Busbarton girl said in an ethereal voice.

"I didn't ask your opinion, French bitch."

Miller raised his head to pour a large glass of brandy, then raised his head to pour another glass, pressing his palm on the table, shaking constantly.

"Will other French girls come to play with you?"

"Don't look at me... I... hiccup... In this way, I was very handsome when I was young. I also have a sister who is also a famous beauty. One of my sister's best friends is a French. "

Miller stared straight ahead, trying to find Dumbledore, but did not find the trace of the old wizard.

"real or fake?"

The French schoolgirl said suspiciously, "I don't think you look like an older sister."

"Hahahaha, guess."

Miller ordered another glass of spirits and poured his head up: "I used to have schizophrenia, but now we have recovered."

"Haha, you are so funny."

"Damn, I'm not kidding."

"Then your attending doctor must be very good."

Miller's expression was startled, and Hoffa's constantly dying body seemed to appear in front of him again. He smashed the wine glass and pulled the girl back onto the dance floor.

......

......

boom! !

A Roman column in the Eternal Arena was smashed to pieces by a gray-haired and golden-eyed boy. Under the dumped Roman column, a man covered in wounds fled in embarrassment.

Without fleeing a few steps, a blood-red shadow rushed out of the smoke and dust. While running wildly, he had wings on his back, his lips were torn to the base of his ears, and he was covered with sharp teeth.

"blood...!"

boom! !

It was another shaking blow.

A huge gap was exploded in the entire duel field, and the ghost of nowhere was blown into the sky by the blasting force. Faced with such a huge destruction, Avada not only did not stop, but excitedly danced on the balloon.

"Who is the real Hoffabach, the one who ran away?"

"NO!!!"

The ghost in the stands expressed negative.

"The one pursuing?"

"YES!!"

Tens of thousands of ghosts expressed affirmation.

"Hahahahahaha~ I'm so confused by you guys, I don't know, I'm so confused, I'm so confused, Arvada shook his head out of the phantom: "But if you really want to, you can definitely defeat the counterfeit, right? right! ? Okay, well, it was such a happy decision, whoever wins is true, hahahaha! ! "

Arvada's mad voice and ghost's cry made Hoffa upset, and the chase of the guy with his own body made him even more embarrassed.

He pressed his ears and ran away embarrassed in the billowing smoke. Miller had left a drop of blood on his head before he entered the underworld. He said that as long as he needed a spell, he could be in contact with him for an hour or so, but when he really needed the spell the most, the guy didn't move.

"Miller, Miller, do you hear me talking!?"

He shouted persistently, and suddenly, a mysterious spiritual link appeared in his forehead through space, and his body moved uncontrollably by itself.

Hoffa was overjoyed. He thought it was Miller who heard his cry, so he stopped immediately.

The moment he stopped, the son of the night **** who was wreaking havoc and chasing also stopped, stopped a hundred meters away from him, and looked at him with vigilant eyes.

"You still have your own consciousness."

Hoffa gritted his teeth.

"blood....."

The body arched like a beast, and its feet slowly moved along the sand.

"Don't run away, that man won't run away!"

Arvada knelt on the balloon, his neck stretched out from the edge of the balloon, and the elder of the probe, he said in a trembling tone: "Is Hoffabach going to face his own fuck? The blessed body, the body cursed by the day?"

Tens of thousands of ghosts in the stands also quieted the old man who was heading, rare, and some ghosts even put their palms in their mouths, expecting Hoffa's Jedi counterattack or being torn to pieces by wild beasts.

Hoffa slowly raised his arm and pointed straight ahead. Bring your feet together and lift your right foot, with your toe close to the back heel of your left foot, use your right toe as support, and slowly stand on your tiptoe.

"Oh woo~"

The ghosts all took a breath.

"Are you coming?"

"Are you coming!?"

The boss with wide-eyed Avada said ecstatically. The microphone in his hand even turned into an ultra-long telescope tens of meters long. He held a telescope tens of meters in front of his eyes, which was very funny.

"Is it coming? How will he defeat his own sex?"

Hoffa turned around, pointed his finger at the stand, and then touched his crotch. Crossing his legs, twisting constantly on the sand, it looks like he is moving forward, but in fact he is moving backward.

Avada held up his binoculars and shouted in shock: "Look, what is he doing? Is that a mysterious spellcasting action?"

On the sandy ground, Hoffa made a gorgeous spin and then waved his hands, as if shattered something, and the whole eternal arena echoed with broken glass. His movements are agile like a dragon going out to sea, full of beauty of power, and like a swallow walking through a forest, all his gestures and actions are depicting chic and freehand brushwork.

"He is dancing!!"

"Fucking dancing!!"

Arvada finally reacted, and he roared and said, "He actually started to space walk in the eternal arena. As expected of that man, is he crazy!?"

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Then he got up from the clown balloon and opened his arms like the world.

"bring it on!"

Countless flags protruded around the Eternal Arena, and even a huge LED wall appeared on the top of the wall with dozens of colorful laser spotlights.

"Since he is so interested, how can I fall behind as a host, come on, baby, I haven't used you for a long time!"

With that said, Avada turned into five people alone, each holding a microphone, guitar, drums, electronic organ, and flute.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a billiejean from modern singer Michael Jackson, I will give it to you from Arvada."

"Hush!!!"

Such a funny scene made all the ghosts boo angrily, which was very different from what they wanted to see.

"Get down!"

"A bunch of lunatics!"

"Quickly kill him for me!!"

On the battlefield, Hoffa was already going crazy, and he looked at him with extreme vigilance. But he took a spacewalk on the sand uncontrollably. What is Miller doing in the real world?

The crazy atmosphere of the scene did not affect the Son of Night God in any way. In the distance, the young man with golden eyes and gray hair released his defensive stance. He inserted a palm into his chest, and then took out a puff of blood. The blood fell on his beastly face, making him There is a hint of holiness on his face.

"blood......"

He was bathed in his own blood intoxicated. His body was madly raised like a balloon, two meters, three meters, four meters, and five meters. At the same time, huge blood-colored wings were torn out from behind him, and in the blink of an eye he became a huge ten-meter-high. The monster was covered with hideous bone spurs.

Damn it!

It opened a huge mouth on its chest, and the Milky Way and stars were shining in it.

The ghosts in the stands screamed wildly. Those bloodthirsty emotions swelled, swelled, and swelled continuously in the eternal arena along with the body of the Son of Night God, and with the strong live performances of the Avadas, in the battle of life and death. Gushing out in the middle.

"blood!!"

The huge monster rushed towards Hoffa with both arms and legs.

But he held his crotch lightly in the dance, held the back of his head, shook his head, and pushed his lower body forward. Jumped out of the posture of extreme Sao.

"what!!!"

"kill him!!"

"I can't stand it!!!"

The ghosts on the stands were going to be angry to death for the second time. They didn't know where rotten eggs, stinky mandarin fish, green cabbage leaves and the like were conjured into the center of the arena like rain.

In the middle of the arena, Hoffa looked at the other self who was close at hand and shouted hissing out.

"Fuck Miller, what are you doing!?"