Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

At Hogwarts, the drunk Miller controlled Aristo Moody's body constantly twisting on the dance floor. He walked on a spacewalk and molested everyone he met. In the constantly playing music, he was completely unaware that someone was calling in his ear.

"Professor Moody, did someone give you a kiss on the forehead?"

Passing by, a dancing girl laughed and joked with him.

"That must be something you did secretly."

Miller didn't hesitate to sneer.

"Professor Moody, the decoration on your forehead is beautiful."

"Yours is not bad either."

"Professor Moody, it's very bright red, and it goes well with your clothes."

"Professor Moody..."

"Professor Moody..."

In Hogwarts Castle, Miller gradually felt something was wrong, and finally, he stopped the carnival alone and stretched his palm to his forehead. Through the bright wine glass in front of him, he saw a fiery red mark burning on his forehead, which was the puppet rune he had left Hoffa.

After the crowd calmed down, the call in his ear gradually became clear. He heard someone shouting from a very distant place: "Miller, what the **** are you doing?"

After a few seconds, he couldn't help but ran away, his hands separated the crowd forcefully, and in the blink of an eye he left the crowded hall of the auditorium, screaming, "Why haven't you contacted me all the time!"

In the eternal arena, the storm's attack is about to fall on Hoffa's head, and the wings of the son of the night **** cover the sky, making him almost invisible to any light.

At this time, Hoffa found that he was still jumping a spacewalk uncontrollably, unable to even get up and dodge. At this moment, his heart collapsed.

But just as the sharp claws of the Son of God were about to rip him apart that night, he finally stopped dancing and started running wild on the sand.

boom! !

With the sand exploding behind him and Hoffa's heart hanging high, he was really angry at Miller's just messing around, but in any case, Miller finally got back to himself and things took a turn for the better.

"You still scold me? You said that there is only one hour, I don't have to wait until the critical moment to use you!" Hoffa exclaimed in the arena of the underworld, "What were you doing just now?"

"What do you care about me?"

Miller of Hogwarts touched his tears and stumbled into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"Are you messing around, be careful, I'll go back and tell your sister!"

Hoffa of the underworld crawled around, avoiding the bloodthirsty and violent attack of the son of the night god, while threatening Miller.

"Come on, you, do you know how long it's been outside! Tell my sister, where are you now!!!?"

"I'm in Helheim, how long has it been?"

"It's been three months. You disappeared for three months. If you don't come back, your body will fall into the soil. Do you understand?"

Three months...

Hoffa was stunned when he heard the angry voice in his ear. He even forgot the pursuit of the Son of Night God behind him.

He felt that he hadn't been in Helheim for three days, maybe even three hours was hard to say, three months had passed in the real world.

boom! !

It was another blow from the shaking of the earth and the mountains, the ground trembled like a magnitude eight earthquake, and countless red gravel fell from the sky. The Son of the Night God, who had not succeeded in a single blow, jumped up from the ground again and flew nearly a hundred meters high, and then fell as fast as a meteor, smashing at Hoffa in the sky, trying to smash him with his body.

But just as it was flying in midair, Hoffa on the ground suddenly raised his right hand, and an invisible barrier appeared in the midair of the arena, abruptly stopping the Son of Night God. The barrier was shining with a cyan luster, completely isolating the ten-meter-square sandy land.

In the sky, the Arvada quintet, who was still playing pop music, threw the instrument in his hand, and instantly changed from five people to one person. He raised the topic again, his expression instantly switched from fanaticism to shock:

"Look, things have turned for the better? My God, is that the enchantment spell, when did this guy use such advanced spells? This is not his style!"

The ghosts who were still smashing rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves became interested, put away the trash in their hands, and straightened their waists.

"You blame me?"

Hoffa opened his mouth with his right hand raised high. It was Miller’s mouth. He said angrily: "Do you know how I spent the past few months? I have to disguise you and take care of your vegetative. Body, what do you think I am, your servant...?"

"Don't talk about other things first, I'll quarrel with you when I go back!" Hoffa calmly said, "You help me kill the monster in front of me first."

"cut!"

An eye appeared on Hoffa's forehead, and Miller was startled: "What is that?"

"That is my body re-enacted by the **** of death, which can imitate my abilities!"

"Roar!!"

The Son of the Night God who was blocked by the barrier in the air let out a loud roar, his muscles turned into steel pouring, and the unbreakable barrier was torn like paper.

Its body quickly became smaller, squeezing in through the gap in the barrier, and waved its arm to strike.

"Transpose!"

Miller snapped his fingers.

The space in the enchantment was twisted, and the monster swept in front of him suddenly disappeared, disappearing like a punctured bubble.

The next second, it appeared at the top of the auditorium and fell straight down.

"Space Curse!!" Arvada exclaimed in the balloon: "Only a wizard who understands the ultimate in the curse can do it. It seems that Mr. Hoffa Bach is not fighting alone. At this moment, he is not. Alone! Not alone!

But who cares, as long as you can win, it doesn’t matter what you use. This is not the Olympics, haha, it doesn’t matter if the audience is dead, hahahaha~"

As he said, he touched his bare head: "Hey, my audience really seems to be dead."

Under the balloon, the son of the night **** who turned into a huge monster fell into the auditorium and wrecked among the audience seats. It could not destroy the ghosts, but it smashed half of the arena down. Ghosts screamed and danced in the sky, rubble was scattered everywhere, and the arena was plunged into extreme chaos.

"Go, what are you doing in a daze?"

Miller reminded Hoffa: "Is there a way to come back? Do it as soon as possible, the puppet rune won't last long."

"I have to win this thing before I can go back, you help me!"

Hoffa said to his right hand.

"Damn, what did you do in the underworld?"

Miller scolded and raised his hand again, "flaming flames!"

A ring of raging fire appeared at his fingertips and flew forward. In the blink of an eye, all the stands and sand of the arena were covered by flames, visible to the eye, all red.

The ghosts were dancing in the fire, they waved their arms and cheered for the hell.

In the flames, the son of the night **** wailed, and it tore its body, tearing itself into an inhuman form. But soon, under the lick of the flame, its body showed a silvery metallic luster. It carried the flame with its flesh, and strode towards Miller and Hoffa.

"Quick freezing!"

Miller cast the spell again, and the raging flame disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Senlan's air-conditioning swept across the arena like a violent wind.

The temperature dropped too quickly, and countless cracks appeared on the metal body of the son of the night god, it was frozen in place, and several toes and fingers were continuously broken.

Click!

It still had to move again, but more cold air was blowing on him, and frost quickly covered his whole body, until it froze into an ice sculpture more than ten meters high.

"Faster!"

Miller shouted.

Hoffa understood, he put his hands in the sand, the quicksand quickly deformed, and finally turned into a three-person large hammer. He smashed the hammer with difficulty and smashed it sideways at the statue.

The hammer hit the ice sculpture, and the frozen child of the night **** was like glass, all cracked into pieces and fell to the ground.

The audience was silent.

In less than a minute, the entire arena was destroyed in a mess, piles of rubble piled up on the ground, and there were broken arms and ice ridges like glaciers everywhere, and thousands of ghosts were floating in the air, hovering endlessly. , Do not want to leave.

Avada didn't speak for a long time. The old man with his neck stretched out and looked at the arena. It seemed to be shocked by Hoffa's spell ability.

"Huh... finally hung up, **** it!"

Looking at the shattered Son of Night God, Hoffa was relieved.

He didn't even know that his physical body in the real world had such potential, but he thought it was the result of death deliberately amplifying his ability. If not, let him pass the level easily, he will definitely lose face. Hoffa thought bitterly.

He raised his head and looked at Arvada, indicating that he could arrange the last opponent.

Arvada, who was standing on the clown balloon high up, stood up and said in a regretful tone: "

"Is it under control? It seems that this beast finally succumbed to his master's lustful might, but that's all, the power of the night god...Tsk tusk, I can only count down."

He rolled up his sleeves pretendingly, and a dozen watches appeared on his wrist.

ten

nine

Eight

Seven

six

Fives

four

three...."

At this time, a broken palm slowly crawled past Hoffa's footsteps, like a crab, he felt something wrong, and looked up again. The bodies that had been knocked into crushed ice squirmed, and every small piece of flesh grew wings. Then, they all deformed into bats, and they flew from the ground, increasing in number, gradually covering up. The sky obscures the sun.

"Much more than that!!"

Arvada stopped the countdown, ecstatically lest the world would not be chaotic, and said, "The power of the night god!"

Hoffa and Miller were dumbfounded.

Miller reacted first, dragged Hoffa to the outside of the arena, and ran out of the arena in the blink of an eye.

The Arvada on the balloon not only did not stop it, but looked at it and laughed: "Run, run, run hard, as long as you can win the game, it doesn't matter where you go, hell, heaven, mortal, As long as you can defeat the **** of death, it doesn't matter where you go, where is the arena, wow hahahaha~"

Countless bats gathered together and turned into a gray-haired and golden-eyed boy again. This time, with his wings on his back, he floated in the air unscathed, with an unusually ferocious expression.

"blood."

After he finished speaking, he flapped his wings and disappeared.

The ghost and Arvada on the balloon chased after the place where they disappeared with excitement.

"Do you have any powerful spells?"

Hoffa asked as he rushed.

"No way! Too much beating," Miller said anxiously, "There must be a special way to defeat him!"

Other ways...other ways...

Hoffa ran wildly and his mind turned wildly. At this moment, an anxious shout came from before him: "Mr. Bach!"

Hoffa was overjoyed. He looked from a distance and saw a man standing on the edge of the heart island. It was the little Batty who had left before.

But his smile quickly solidified on his face, because Little Barty was empty and took nothing, exactly the same as when he left.

Hoffa rushed to Barty's side in three steps and two steps: "Hey, did you borrow the potion?" he asked.

"No!"

Little Batty shouted, "The silver-haired woman has never seen me, no matter how I knock on her door, it's no use!"

"what?"

Hoffa angrily covered his forehead, "It must be so ruthless!?"

"Who? Have you seen Aglaia?"

Miller on the right asked Hoffa.

"Yes."

"Hey, she's actually there." Miller was shocked: "How many years have passed since."

As they spoke, the sky turned dark red, and the two turned their heads to see that it turned out that the child of the night **** with wings on his back also flew out of the arena.

Hoffa rushed to Barty Jr. and grabbed his wrist: "Follow me!"

"Where are you going?"

"I want to find her myself."