Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

How old Batty broke free from his hand, how he rushed down the snow, and how he was knocked down by the old man standing in the shadows, Hoffa no longer wanted to care.

The father and son Batty failed to escape the trap of fate, although the method of death this time was different from any one he saw in the Hell Cinema in Helheim, but it also made him feel a strong sense of tragedy.

Everything happens by chance, but the result is as fateful as inevitable.

Hoffa thought of what Aglaia had told him in the underworld, and looked at Nicole May in the distance, slowly walking down the hillside.

In the white and frozen snow of the mountain stream, Little Batty fell on the snow in big letters, and the blood was slowly spilled along the hard snow like a dye, steaming hot. But the hot air was quickly dissipated by the cold wind of the mountain stream, and it no longer existed.

And beside him, the old Batty knelt next to a cedar tree with his head against the trunk and his eyes fixed on his son who fell on the snow. A big hole was exploded in his chest by the curse. At this moment, there was little air intake. Exhale too much.

Hoffa reluctantly closed his eyes looking at the father and son Barty who fell on the snow.

"Why?" he asked Nicole May.

"what why."

Nicole Mai looked at him coldly: "What do you bring the people from the Ministry of Magic? We have agreed to send Harry Potter in time. Why didn't you come as planned."

"The plan won't work, LeMay."

Hoffa let out a breath, spit out a cloud of mist in the cold night: "I can't perform that mission anymore."

"Is the plan not working, or did you have another plan?" Nicole May asked sharply. He raised a quaintly crafted necklace and asked: "Did you forget what we said at the beginning."

"I didn't forget"

Hoffa whispered, and he walked over to Barty Jr., closed his eyes, his palms trembling slightly. He felt as if he had fallen into a swamp. The more he struggled, the faster he would sink: "Chloe will not allow you to do this."

"It has nothing to do with Chloe. Resurrecting her is just my personal plan. I have to do the same with you and without you. Our goal is resurrection, do you understand?"

"I see."

"You know what a shit."

Nicholas Lemay winked at Peter Petty, who was standing beside him rubbing his hands and grinning, "You, go and bury those two people, bury them away."

"Roger that."

Petty dwarf Peter, who was instructed, immediately ran to Barty’s corpse, dragged him far away, and then ran back, and whipped Old Barty’s corpse on the snow. Dragged down the distance.

Then he turned his wand into a shovel, and shoveled it on the snow. After a while, two small pits for burying people were dug out on the ground.

Seeing Peter Pettigrew running away to dig a hole in the distance, Nicole Mayor walked to Hoffa's side. He hated iron and steel and said bitterly: "What are you thinking, stupid boy, even if you want to resurrect Fati Your daughter, you can’t go back fifty years ago without Chloe’s power."

Hoffa: "Why must I go back fifty years ago."

Nicole Mai: "Only go back fifty years ago, and then resurrect Fatir's daughter fifty years ago, you can live with her."

"why?"

Hoffa came back to his senses, puzzled: "I can't resurrect her in this time and space?"

"If you resurrect her in this time and space, she is already considered a newborn of this age. If you go back, time flares will still tear her apart. I think you feel better than anyone else."

Time flare

Hoffa's face suddenly turned pale, he took two steps back in a daze, leaning against the train platform.

Seeing his desperate appearance, Nicoléma shook his head. He stepped forward and patted Hoffa's shoulder, and said, "Now, go back and send the **** Harry Potter over, and I will do the resurrection technique. When you get it, make a copy of you, and do the rest as you like."

For a moment, Hoffa almost wanted to agree to Le May, but then he thought of the terrifying 6,000 cycles, the hopeless fate, and immediately said: "No, no."

"No way?"

Nicole May looked at Hoffa with the look of a monster.

"Why are you going crazy? What kind of climate can you resurrect a Voldemort? The big deal is after you with the resurrection technique."

He secretly made a gesture of touching his neck, "As for the people who brought the Ministry of Magic to annoy him now, you won't really trust those people at the Ministry of Magic."

"Things are not the same as you think!"

Hoffa was helpless. He knew the truth about the infinite loop, but Nicolaemay didn't know it. But he didn't know how to explain to Nicole Mayor, so he could only say: "No, Le May, I will never give Harry Potter to Voldemort."

"What about the resurrection technique?"

Nicholas Lemay smiled, "Without it, we would have done nothing."

Hoffa couldn't answer for a moment, one side was a dead end leading to an infinite loop, and on the other side a high wall was erected, which was a dead end.

However, after a little weighing, he made a choice. He must not be able to perform that task anymore. There is nothing more terrifying than recycling.

So he took a step back and shook his head.

"Oh I see."

Looking at Hoffa's appearance, Nicolaema showed a dazed expression, "You don't want to go back fifty years ago, afraid that I will forcibly send you back after I resurrect Chloe?"

"Do you want to go back?" Hoffa couldn't help asking: "To the era of war? To the era of life and death?"

"I wouldn't do that." Nicole Mayor shook his head. "If you really don't want to send Harry Potter, then forget it."

As he said, he politely stretched out his hand and said gently, "It's nice to meet you, Bach."

Hoffa subconsciously stretched out his hand and shook his hand with Nicole May.

Nicholas Lemay held Hoffa's palm, close to his body, and pressed it to his ear: "You know, I have always appreciated your transfiguration."

Suddenly, there was a slight tingling in the waist, Hoffa murmured something uncomfortable, he pushed Nicole May away abruptly, and looked down, a syringe was firmly inserted in his waist, and there was some transparent residue in the syringe. drug.

Hoffa was shocked, the septic potion!

He pulled out the potion abruptly, and looked up, Nicolémae was staring at him with indifferent eyes, and the gentleness that had just been revealed disappeared like an illusion.

"What are you thinking, old man!?"

"This tube is enough for you to use it for next week. I hope your polymorphism is enough to be superb." He said coldly.

As soon as the voice fell, a purple giant snake rushed out of the shadow of the forest, and opened a mouthful of blood to Hoffa. He was eroded by the septic potion and retreated again and again. The moonlight no longer blessed him. Effect, he was bitten in the neck by the purple giant snake.

Afterwards, the serpent twisted like a spring, and in a blink of an eye Hoffa was wrapped around his body.

Hoffa grabbed the snake's neck, his fingers deformed into claws. He tore at the neck of the snake that was entwining him, and shouted angrily: "Damn it, Le May! Are you selling me?"

"Sorry, I can't help it."

Nicole May is unmoved: "I gave you a chance, but you turned back, so I really can't cooperate with you."

"I!"

The cold scales of the big snake squirmed, tightening and tightening, gradually squeezing him out of breath. Not only that, it also expanded its bones, stuck it on Hoffa's head, and tried to swallow him into his abdomen.

Just as Hoffa and Orochi were at a stalemate, another strong wind hit him behind him, and a shimmering iron shovel slammed his head down, hitting him directly on his shoulder, creating a bone-bearing wound.

Hoffa was in pain, unable to take care of the passing of magic power, his arms turned into thunderbird wings, and he threw the purple giant snake out with his hand and smashed it on the tree. Then he kicked the petty dwarf Peter who attacked him from behind. He held his **** shoulders and backed away, glaring at Nicole May.

Nicholas Lemay shook his robe and drew out his wand: "Don't worry, I won't kill you-fainted."

The red coma spell shot at Hoffa, and he disappeared.

Crackling!

Accompanied by a soft sound.

He Apparated to a place a hundred meters away.

Nicholas Lemae also Apparated and disappeared. Apparition instantly confronted Hoffa, split his hand to his wrist, and his skinny palm held Hoffa like an iron hook: "Multiple restraints."

He chanted the spell again, which was mellow and frustrated. It was very old. Accompanied by the spell, Hoffa was firmly bound by a completely invisible rope, twisted into a weird posture and stood on the snow.

He stared at LeMay, this old man was becoming one of the fate ropes that bound him, as long as he was brought back to Voldemort, then what was waiting for him was the plot in the original book to happen.

Those things were exactly what he wanted to do in the first place, and they have been shown to be totally unable to save Aglaia, unable to save Chloe, unable to save himself, unable to save anyone.

"Let go of me! Old man," he said.

"Impossible, you will destroy the established plan."

"Then you and killing me are no different." Hoffa said sadly. He couldn't break free of the invisible rope at all, and he couldn't break the spell and began to miss Miller.

"Sorry." Nicole May said without much apology, "Wormtail."

Little dwarf ran up from the snow with a shovel, sweating on his bare forehead: "Please give me orders, Mr. LeMay."

"Take him to the Dark Lord." Nicole May said: "Let the two of them go by themselves."

"Where to go by yourself?"

Wormtail said in confusion, the little one picked Huo up and carried it on his shoulders.

"Go by yourself"

Nicole May's voice was getting lower and lower, and suddenly, his legs softened and he fell to the ground with a plop. He fell asleep on the snow and snored.

"what?"

Wormtail was shocked by his sudden fall. The old man stretched his neck and looked at the old man who fell asleep inexplicably.

The curse that bound Hoffa disappeared after LeMay fell asleep, saying that it was too late and that time, Hoffa kicked Wormtail's waist and kicked him head down on the snow. .

"Damn birdman!!"

Wormtail made a sharp noise with a **** nose. He got up from the ground and turned his head to see that the gray-haired middle-aged man crackled into Apparition. He disappeared in Nicolae May and Peter Pettigrew's. Around. Missing.

"Old man? Old man?" Peter Pettigrew didn't pay attention to the disappearing Hoffa. He clutched his nose and ran to the drowsy Nicole Mayer, shaking his shoulders, and shook his shoulders. "The old man wakes up."

Nicole Maya did not wake up, still slumbering.

"How did it happen?"

Peter Pettigrew flicked his shovel in annoyance, and the cedar next to him dropped the snow.

In the distance, a huge purple python rustled over. It squirmed and circled Le May, who fell on the ground, and then slowly turned into a thin woman, the woman opened her thinly. Lips spit out a ring of purple smoke on the face of Le May, who fell asleep.

Nicolaemay coughed immediately after inhaling the ring of smoke. He coughed so violently that he sat up from the ground.

"waste!"

There was a sharp curse.

The thin purple-haired woman turned around and pointed the back of her head at Nicolae May, who was coughing violently. Under the woman's high-rolled bun, there was an ugly baby's face hidden away, and the baby yelled angrily: "Trash, two trash!"

Peter Pettigrew heard the sound, rushed over, knelt under the head, and said tremblingly: "Master, it's none of my business, it's him, he just fell asleep for some reason."

He pointed to Nicole May and said.

Nicole May coughed and covered her neck, her neck and face turned blue.

"I won't kill him directly!? Avada asked me to teach it?" Voldemort yelled angrily, "Do you want to betray me too, like that guy!?"

"Master, I dare not, I dare not."

Peter Pettigrew shivered in shock, turned his shovel back into a wand, and squatted on the ground.

Nicholas Lemay gradually stopped his coughing, got up from the snow staggeringly, and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry, I am getting older, and I can't control my spirit more and more."

"You are responsible, old man!"

Voldemort asked sharply, "Get me back that bastard."

"No." Nicole Mai gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't perform the same task as his."

"Do it the same?" Voldemort said angrily, "Will Harry Potter send it over?"

The three were silent.

Nicole May's lips pressed tightly and fell into deep thought. Wormtail lay motionless on the ground, only his eyes turned straight. The purple woman held Voldemort's face and let the cold wind blew across her body bleakly.

They were like a lender who had prepared all the procedures and went to the bank to prepare for the loan, only to find that the bank was closed, and fell into deep contemplation.

"I come."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the dense forest.

The three people on the snow turned their heads and saw a tall man rustling on the snow. His cascading white hair fell from his thin shoulders, and his head was covered with a weird cage, which made people invisible. Clear his specific appearance.

Nicolaema sucked in a cold breath, stepped back and leaned against the tree trunk, his body trembling slightly.

Accompanied by the rustle of footsteps, the white-haired man got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the three of them.

"I will give that boy to you if you want to resurrect him with his blood." Grindelwald said with a smile.

Things took a turn for the better, but Voldemort couldn't be happy. He asked like an enemy, "Who are you?"

"Who I am, it has nothing to do with you, but. I will hand Harry Potter to you."

"What about the conditions?"

Voldemort asked without hesitation, staring at the weird man, hissing like a snake.

"Really a savvy person." Grindelwald nodded and said with a smile: "I have two requests."

"you said."

Voldemort's face tightened.

"First, I would like to invite celebrities from all walks of life to watch the Triwizard Tournament. Not only ordinary white witches, but also black witches and magical creatures. I also hope that they will come to watch. I hope you can contact your old ministry, or giants. Whether they are werewolves or vampires, let them bring their family and friends to watch the Triwizard Tournament."

"Ha! What is it?"

Voldemort let out an unbelievable laugh: "What are you thinking about letting those people pass? I haven't resurrected. Who will control them? Are you afraid that those people will tear down Hogwarts?"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows: "As long as you resurrect with Harry Potter's blood, you can definitely control them."

"That's not okay," Voldemort flatly refused. "They are not fools. How could they go to Dumbledore's site? This is not killing themselves."

"I have controlled Dumbledore." Grindelwald said calmly.

"Fart, no one can control Dumbledore." Voldemort sneered. "That old man can't be controlled by anyone!"

Voldemort let out a trill and controlled the purple-haired woman back several steps.

I saw Grindelwald turning around, but his back was not his back, but another front. That front was an old man with a white beard. The old man closed his eyes and kept twitching his brows, obviously in a great position. In pain.

It was Dumbledore.

After turning around, Grindelwald continued to face Voldemort: "No one will take what your subordinates do. I just hope that in this age of the old and the new, stand on the right side and dedicate myself to the rebirth of the Dark Lord. A big gift."

After a pause, he said in a very charming voice: "You have been dormant for too long, and others have forgotten you. You need someone to help those ordinary people remember the fear of being dominated by black magic. Let me be that person. "

Looking at the other monster in front of him, Voldemort was silent. He was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed happily.

"Hum ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah ah~"

After laughing for a long time, he stopped. He moved his head, licked his lips, and said with emotion: "It seems that everyone's life is not easy. Okay, I will try my best, but I don't know how many can come. "

"As you wish."

Grindelwald even bent down and bowed slightly.

"What about the second condition?" Voldemort asked.

Grindelwald raised his head and touched his chin: "This is very simple. I want to use the resurrection stone, which is the ring that your family has passed down for generations."