Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

At the outermost periphery of the Quebec Stadium, thousands of people in black clothes wrapped the Quebec Court audience stage. They cut their veins and circled the Quebec Court like martyrs slowly. Pour his own blood into the ground below him.

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"What happened, why are there so many inexplicable people entering the venue!?"

In the auditorium, Ludo Bagman's amplified voice echoed in the sky, and the air was full of restlessness and madness.

All the audience stared straightly. Since the trophy was trampled by the strange guy who appeared out of nowhere, their attention could no longer be taken away.

Then, when the big purple snake swept Harry Potter away, the audience boiled like a frying pan. Some of them exclaimed, some covered their mouths in horror, but some raised their hats and cheered.

"Who is that? How can a baby talk?"

Ludo Bagman’s hat was tilted to the side, and he shouted frantically: "Wait...that is...is that Nicol Lemay, the greatest alchemist in history, how could he appear in This place...who will tell me what happened...!?"

His microphone was taken slowly but involuntarily said. He looked up, and beside him stood a tall man in a black wizard robe.

"Let me do it," Grindelwald said, "you are not suitable for explaining this game."

He grabbed Ludo Bagman's clothes and pushed him from the commentary booth. Ludo Bagman fell into the crowd, was overwhelmed by the enthusiastic audience, and was instantly sprinkled with a few glasses of brown licorice juice on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, on this highly anticipated night, allow me to introduce to you, the greatest black magician in history—Tom Marvolo Riddle."

The eyeballs on the plants in the maze turned all the way, so the audience saw the red-eyed baby with blood covered in blood and an umbilical cord held by Peter Pettigrew.

At this moment, he was chatting with Hoffa with an arrogant smile on his face.

"This new friend who just came to Hogwarts."

Grindelwald's louder voice came from the stands: "That is, the Voldemort you often call."

The sound on the viewing stage was like being pressed the OFF button of the volume, and it was instantly reduced to zero.

The audience's heads bluntly moved away from the arena, and mechanically turned to the host's seat, looking at the tall man holding the microphone and talking.

Grindelwald: "As everyone knows, this legendary black magician has been in a slump since he was defeated fourteen years ago, until today. However, recently, I received a commission to help him in the safest place. Resurrection. I think, what else is safer than here?"

There was a two-level division of people at the scene. One group was mostly women and children. When they heard the name, they hugged their heads and screamed, regardless, almost crazy.

But more male wizards stood up from the stands and yelled: "Asshole, who are you?"

"What are you doing?"

"Stop kidding!"

"Who gives you the courage, the helmet man!"

Some people were cursing, and some people decisively jumped off the platform, Apparated in the center of the Quy Earth field, or drew out a magic wand and shot a spell at Grindelwald.

Countless spells blasted the commentary booth to pieces, and wood and stones fell like raindrops. When some women held their heads and squirmed, Grindelwald appeared in the other half of the audience, and he continued to shout in a loud voice:

"Let's make a bet, after tonight, either Voldemort will be back to the top, or he will be frustrated and will never be able to rise again.

And you have only two choices, either to prevent him from resurrecting, or to help him resurrect. "

"Kill him, and then kill Voldemort."

Someone hacked like this, it seemed to be the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who was holding his wand in the crowd, as if Napoleon was riding a horse and holding a sword.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"Stop them all in Azkaban."

When the officials of the Ministry of Magic rushed to the stands.

Just as the group of decent people rushed down the high platform, another group of fanatical black magic enthusiasts invited by Voldemort got up from their chairs, stopped them, and also relentlessly drew out their wands and fired spells.

For a while, the entire stand was caught in a violent and extremely chaotic conflict. The spell was shining, and food and popcorn were smashed everywhere. Men's shouts, women's cries are endless.

The werewolf's howling sounded from the stands—whoop!

In the audience, a considerable number of people turned into werewolves, with rough hair, swollen muscles, sharp teeth and claws. In the chaos, they caught the ordinary wizard who was fleeing by their side, bit by bit on their necks, happily tore, and drank blood.

The severed limbs flew horizontally, and the screams were endless.

"Ahahahahahaha~"

Grindelwald laughed, as if tasting the sweetest wine, opened his arms intoxicated in the chaotic crowd.

"Look, how beautiful and harmonious, as long as there is a fuse, we are like men and women, perfectly blended together."

After laughing for a while, he showed a dull expression, looked bored and indifferently at the fighting audience, drew out his wand, calmly walked down the high platform, and walked into the final maze.

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"Devil."

In the dense forest, Hoffa gritted his teeth.

He didn't even think about it, just a few days later, the resurrection stone was taken away by Grindelwald again.

And just at the stall where the two were talking, the black mist that had been hidden outside the maze gradually dissipated, allowing them to hear and see the chaos outside the finals.

It can also be imagined with his **** that Grindelwald is also using Voldemort's resurrection, not only that, he even used his own thoughts, and finally created a large-scale chaos.

"Have you learned the resurrection technique?"

He asked Nicole May.

"Do you think that with Voldemort's cunning, do you think I have not succeeded in stopping you, will he give me the most critical technology?" Nicole Lemay sighed: "He won't, only you are dead, I will completely surrender He, he will hand over the spell to me without any worries."

"Then is the place where he was resurrected here?"

"It's here indeed, it's ready, and Grindelwald has been helping him these days."

"Can I use a ready-made one?"

Hoffa immediately changed his mind.

Nicol LeMay opened his lips slightly, and he nodded after thinking about it: "In theory, it is possible. After all, as long as the three elements of blood, flesh, and bone exist, it is not difficult to make a shell."

"Then we will kill Voldemort and destroy his soul fragment. Then we will return the props for his resurrection to use."

Hoffa categorically said: "Now he has not been reborn, and the most important thing is that he should die. This chaos and war caused by him will soon end."

"Grindelwald will not sit back and watch. Before he completes the ceremony, he will definitely continue the chaos." Nicole Lemay looked at the high platform worriedly: "God knows how long he planned for this chaos."

"Then let him come, I just happened to take the resurrection stone away."

Hoffa broke his fingers, expressionless, "and his blood."

"Can you do it?"

Nicholas Lema looked at him very worried: "You are too confident, how can he let you succeed."

"Will you help me?"

Hoffa asked rhetorically.

After a moment of silence, Nico Lemay looked into his eyes and suddenly stepped forward and hugged him. The hug came so suddenly that Hoffa was caught off guard, and then Nico Lemay sighed, kissed **** his forehead, and hugged his head with a rough palm. Just like the grandson before going to the battlefield.

Hoffa understood what he meant and who he was. In the end, he didn't speak any more, pulled up Nicol Lemay, with his wings on his back, flapped his wings and flew high in the sky.

It didn't take long for him to see a hidden corner on the periphery of the maze covered by thick steam. He flapped his wings and called for a strong wind to blow away the mist.

In the mist, he saw an amazing scene.

On the grass, a big snake was winding around, firmly guarding the unconscious Harry Potter inside his body.

There was a half-decayed black wooden coffin beside the big snake. It was Tom’s father’s coffin and in front of the coffin. On the other hand, it was a pool of boiling water, and countless mysterious and unusual charms were carved on the side of the pool, and those charms were shining with secret and powerful light in the darkness.

In this time and space, with the help of Grindelwald, Voldemort did not use the cauldron to resurrect this time, but dug a pond on the ground, which seemed to be much higher.

Wormtail used his wand to draw dots at the bottom of the edge of the pool. Suddenly there was a crackling flame in the pool. The big purple snake swam into the darkness and placed the weak baby Voldemort on the grass.

The liquid in the pool boiled on the surface, but sparks continued to burst out of it, as if it was burning.

The steam thickened, and Wormtail's figure looking after the flames became blurred. Voldemort slumped on the grass, urging loudly: "Quick! Quick! Quick!"

Peter Pettigrew stabbed harder, and after a while, sparks flashed across the surface of the water, as if it were encrusted with diamonds.

"faster!"

Nicol Lemay also urged on Hoffa’s back, his eyes could not be opened when the wind was blowing: "The resurrection pool will not last long, and it will soon die. If Voldemort is completely resurrected, he will not give you a chance. ."

"I know."

In the sky, Hoffa swooped down, faster and faster, his eyes were sharp as if he was about to shred the world.

"Stop him!!"

Seeing Hoffa swooping down from a height, Voldemort shouted in a sharp voice on the grass.

Boom!

The half-man and half-bird Hoffa ran into an invisible wall head-on. Shocked him so much, chaos and chaos.

Accompanied by the stray feathers, he fell from mid-air to the ground, and Nicholas Lemay slammed him on top of him, crushing him to death.

Fortunately, Nicolae May was fine. After he fell to the ground, he quickly pulled Hoffa's arm and pulled him up from the ground.

The wings behind his back disappeared, and Hoffa got up from the ground, and saw a man slowly walking out of the labyrinth with his arm raised and holding a shield, blocking Hoffa and Nicole Mayor in front of Voldemort and Wormtail.

It was Miller, who had been thrown away by him before, who was already at the destination, waiting for him.

Damn it!

Hoffa jumped off his feet. If Miller could help him at this time, his success rate could rise by at least 40%, but the misfortune did not come singly. Miller was controlled by Grindelwald.

Miller lifted his hand to remove the barrier and waved his magic wand.

The burning rockets shot at the two of them like raindrops, and the air was full of pungent sulfur.

"Tariko-Schita."

Hoffa propped up the shield and knelt on one knee at the same time, allowing a piece of slate to rise from the ground to cover the shield curse he summoned to form a second layer of protection.

Whoosh whoosh!

The rocket hit the stone shield, and one of them exploded. The stone shield hit by the rocket quickly turned into magma and flowed down from the shield curse, with a shocking momentum.

In the high temperature, Miller's figure was distorted and blurred by the air. He walked towards Hoffa step by step, and the pressure in the air gradually increased.

"What to do, Le May!?"

Under the shield, Hoffa asked, "Do you have any idea?"

"He was mentally controlled by Grindelwald. That guy is best at this. It's useless for you to fight him. You have to beat Grindelwald."

Nicole Mai anxiously said: "If you defeat him, your mind control will naturally be lifted."

"by!"

Defeating Grindelwald, Hoffa gritted his teeth. This is not easy. They met during the Quidditch World Cup before. At that time, he had no good way to take Grindelwald. Now the other party has an extra Miller. It's even lower.

"No, split up, you help me hold him.

Hoffa quickly made up his mind, "I will solve Voldemort."

"Are you going to throw this old bone of mine to this guy?"

Nicole Mayer complained repeatedly, "I'm old, and I can't be his opponent."

"That's what you said when you trapped me."

After speaking, Hoffa did not give him a chance to refute, and stopped confronting Miller. He bypassed him and ran to Voldemort who was hiding behind Miller. Of course, when he moved, Miller immediately followed him.

"Smelly boy, Nicole LeMay sighed and moved his skinny shoulders, "Since it must be this way, it's only time to move. "

He took out a peculiar-looking flute from his pocket, held the flute in his mouth and blew it, accompanied by peculiar notes, a thick purple smoke gushing out of the flute.

The notes flowed, and the smoke turned into a steel giant. He turned his ears, listening to the music, showing a look of appreciation.

Then, the note turned and became fierce and high-spirited. The steel giant also became agitated with the music. It turned its head and looked around, searching for its opponent, and immediately locked on Miller who intercepted Hoffa. He jumped heavily from the ground. When he got up, he flew up and pressed Miller under him.

The violent collision caused the ground to shake three times. Miller's whole body was smashed into the mud, and then the steel giant grabbed his arm and held him down.

"call!"

Seeing that Miller was suppressed, Hoffa sighed in relief and cursed: "You can't even tell me!"

"It's just a fluke, stupid boy."

Nicole LeMay removed the flute from his mouth and said angrily, "Don't say I didn't help you, go and solve Voldemort."

After speaking, he dared not relax, and continued to play the flute.

Miller, who was suppressed by the steel giant, also summoned a group of skeletons with knives, trying to kill Nico Leme, who was playing the flute, but when Nico Leme’s flute’s notes were turned, the purple smoke split into two, and the other became A group of shield guards were placed to protect him.

The two of them were playing hot behind them. At this time, Hoffa didn’t look back. Although the old guy Nicolémae always acted like a weak and dying old man, he did it so many times with himself. He didn't get a bargain on him.

He didn't believe that this old thing that had lived for hundreds of years had no cards at all.

Voldemort saw Hoffa very close and could not help shouting: "Stop him, stop him, Wormtail, Nanigi!"

But after losing Miller's protection, Voldemort's remaining two guards were not Hoffa opponents at all. Nanigi was kicked into the air, and Wormtail turned into a mouse and fled away.

In just five seconds, he rushed to Voldemort's side and snatched Voldemort off the ground like a basketball.

Holding a blood-stained baby Voldemort, he grinned and said, "You can't run away."

"let me go!"

Voldemort struggled desperately in the palm of his hand, but he was just a baby and could not pose any threat to Hoffa at all.

"Say, did you give the Resurrection Stone to Grindelwald?"

Hoffa began to question.

"I would rather destroy it than give it to you!"

Voldemort looked at Hoffa with extremely hateful eyes: "In your life, no one wants to be resurrected. I want you to be tortured by endless loneliness until you go crazy!"

"Okay, then you go to die."

Hoffa grabbed the baby Voldemort's small arms and legs, and threatened. He thought if Voldemort would not give him the resurrection stone, then he decided to tear the disgusting guy in half.

However, at this time, Voldemort's red eyes showed no fear at all. On the contrary, he actually smiled triumphantly.

His laughter made Hoffa feel bad. Tom is definitely not like himself. He likes to pretend to be fools and scare others. In a sense, he is more serious than himself. At this time, he laughed. Something bad must have happened. .

"Why are you laughing?"

He asked Tom Riddle sharply.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The little baby in his hand tilted his head: "Our dear teacher is here."

Hoffa felt extremely bad, he immediately turned his head and saw a tall man with white hair quietly walking out of the maze, raising his hand and throwing a sharp, transparent arrow like glass.

The Nali Arrow appeared from the darkness without warning.

Nicol Leme, who played the flute, was pierced through his chest by the transparent glass arrow.

The melodious flute suddenly turned into noise, and then stopped abruptly.

After losing the note, the metal giant returned to purple smoke.

"Le May!"

He screamed, abandoned Voldemort without hesitation, flapped his wings, and rushed towards Nicol LeMay. This time, he was really panicked.

He sprinted to Nicol LeMay's side with all his strength.

After Nicolae May was injured, Miller lost control of his body with a strong flame, he broke free from the restraint, flicked the wand with one hand, a sharp blue spell appeared on the top of the wand, and the electric light flashed towards Nicol. Le May's head was cut off.