Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Do you want to know what the future holds?"

The nightmare **** pointed his finger on Hoffa's forehead, "This is the result of my deduction, whether I agree or not, it's the same."

Water waves rippling along his forehead.

Everything in front of me disappeared.

Grindelwald, Voldemort, Wormtail, Nicole May, the labyrinth, the resurrection pool, the world of flames, and Harry Potter in front of me.

Hoffa entered a wonderful state, such as a lucid dream.

He became a third party, his soul wandering away from his body.

But his body was not dead. Once his eyes were closed and opened, another existence entered his body, and the familiar and unfamiliar body moved on its own.

Consciousness regained its flow.

"It's over, Hoffa, don't become like me, you will never be my opponent."

Grindelwald sighed and looked at his student in front of him, his expression seemed joyful and sad.

"I have to admit that you are different from the other people I have seen. It is because of your presence that lightened my lonely life and made me less boring. When we wake up next time, maybe we can do it. A pair of harmonious teachers and students."

"Why tell him so much?"

Voldemort lay on the ground and smiled openly: "It's useless, Bach, you're dead, hahahahahaha. This time, you will lose without a doubt, and give up."

"farewell."

Countless Grindelwald phantoms said.

They all stretched out their hands. Everyone's arm has grown into a tentacle. The tentacles are very sharp and there are thousands of them. If Hoffa is pierced, he will be pierced by ten thousand arrows and cannot be repaired.

"Run! Fool!"

Aglaia's soul yelled from him.

"let's go"

Nicholas Lemay said hoarsely in his arms: "It's not for you, you must survive."

But when Hoffa raised his head, the whole person had changed.

He was like a dance, walking lightly, avoiding attacks from all sides, countless tentacles of Grindelwald's phantom passed by him, unable to touch a bit of his body.

The meteorite that Miller summoned was turned into countless flowers and burst onto the labyrinth arena with one finger with one hand just before it hit him.

And Nanji, who bit him, turned into a toy balloon the moment he bit him. It fell to the ground and bounced a few times, which was very funny.

Hoffa in the state of soul looked at all this in astonishment, all of which was impossible for him, at least he could not walk around the courtyard like the **** of nightmare, without rushing, very elegant, even full of rhythm and rhythm. .

From a certain angle, it seems that he is the real master of that body.

Then, with one eye and one hand, he shook lightly in front of Grindelwald and pointed slightly.

Grindelwald swelled in astonishment.

His body stretched and twisted like blowing a balloon, and eventually turned into a transparent and colorful dragon hundreds of meters long. The dragon was gurgling bubbles with no specific shape.

One-armed Hoffa pressed the head of the Void Dragon, his expression calm, without the slightest anger, he whispered: "That's it."

Aglaia laughed desperately, sadly unable to be herself.

"You were you fifty years ago, and you will still be you fifty years later." The Void Dragon said in the hands of the Nightmare God: "But it's too late, you are not the opponent of Death, my people have opened the way to The gate of Helheim, soon, the cold wind of the dead mystery will blow through every corner of the earth, and no one will survive."

"You can't kill everyone, they will reproduce." The nightmare **** said without joy or sorrow.

"Then it depends on whose speed is faster."

The Void Dragon sneered, "Is the world destroyed quickly, or fate is restored quickly."

Then, there was a loud noise.

Something collapsed.

Endless white light rushed from the sky. It was the opened door of the underworld. The cold wind blew the ground. Tens of thousands of people on the audience stage were blown by the cold wind. The flesh was like a piece of paper, shattered.

Hoffa looked at all of this, and a sense of separation rose in his heart.

Six thousand times of reincarnation made all this very familiar, and even with the help of the nightmare god, he himself deduced the future results.

It turns out that all this has happened long ago.

Looking at the cold wind swallowing the earth, the "Hoffa" holding the dragon of nothingness also expanded, stretched and twisted infinitely.

In the end, the nightmare **** returned to his most primitive appearance. It was huge and without friends. It had countless arms, and its lower body was covered with jellyfish-like hooked tentacles. Its head was wrapped in a cloud of black smoke, and it had no nose or mouth. Every hair on his head is a tentacled hundreds of meters long, and only the eyes, which are as huge as a lake, project endless reincarnation and emptiness.

It began to dance.

Such a huge body is still extremely light, rotating and pulsating. Every time you spin, someone falls asleep, and every step you take, Grindelwald's expression becomes more painful.

Finally, he covered his head and roared wildly.

The dance continued, and the nightmare **** waved his endless arms, growing countless or terrifying or kind faces. It rotated and jumped faster and faster, and its body became smaller and smaller.

While Grindelwald roared, more people got up quietly. They raised their wands spontaneously to repair the damaged site. The collapsed platform was erected again. The flames were extinguished by the rain, and the corpses on the ground were extinguished. Silently backed up.

As time passed, the size of the nightmare **** became smaller and smaller. It gradually turned into a black circle similar to a black hole. The arms around the circle circled and circled, and those arms flicked and manipulated lightly. Consciousness and memory are 10,000 times more brilliant than the most brilliant puppet curse.

But Hoffa, who was watching all this, knew that it was taking itself back to the beginning of all cause and effect.

The destroyed Quebec Stadium was restored to its original shape, and the crowd carried the corpses and threw them into the Black Lake. Then spread out in all directions.

I saw the **** of nightmare grabbing the dragon of nothingness, and the endless attraction spread from the black hole, sucking the twisted monster into the black hole completely.

Black holes are getting smaller and smaller.

The rotation is getting faster and faster.

After the monster was torn and stripped, it revealed the creature that was later swallowed by him. There were not only Dumbledore but also countless Hogwarts teachers.

They fell to the ground, and the last picture they saw was that the **** of nightmare disappeared in time and space.

Dumbledore got up and rushed to the black hole, whose name seemed to be called.

The ready-to-go Miller was like a puppet out of control. He fell to the ground. He woke up from the Imperius curse, looked at the black hole in mid-air in horror, let out a cry of pain, and crawled and cry Ran towards him.

Are they calling themselves?

Hoffa didn't know, he couldn't hear any sound, couldn't feel any emotions, he had lost control of his body, he was just a bystander at this moment.

Then, the black hole disappeared.

The nightmare **** took him and completely disappeared in this time and space, and all traces of his existence were gone. There is no Nicole Mayor, no Grindelwald, or even the God of Nightmare himself.

Those who were covered by dreams all awakened, and those people lost the memory of what they saw, as if all this was a nightmare, it quickly disappeared from their minds.

Voldemort and Wormtail escaped. On the way, they killed Cedelli Diggory who was trapped in the stone lotus. Nothing has really changed.

The darkness swallowed Hoffa's vision and his mind.

Another era has begun.

Another cycle began.

Only the gods live forever, and the rules are immortal.

"Are you satisfied?"

In the darkness, a light spot appeared.

Those were the eyes of the little monster, which revolved around Hoffa. It's like the moon orbiting the earth.

"This is your future."

The extremely subtle voice of the nightmare **** whispered in his ears.

It’s like when the night is dead, the gentle wife whispered in her husband’s ear: “Look, there’s nothing wrong with it, right”

"Yes, it's really tiring to fight against fate"

Hoffa said, he could not hear his own voice.

I have come here 6,000 times. What else is unacceptable? He thought to himself that he should have accepted the proposal of the Nightmare God long ago, and after tossing so much, the final result is still the same.

"Go back with me and give me your consciousness. Give me your heart and everything to me. Come back with me fifty years ago."

A slender white arm grew from the eyes of the nightmare god, and stretched out toward Hoffa's face like a lotus.

Hoffa wanted to agree to the request of the nightmare god, but a faint voice in his heart lingered.

(coward)

That was probably the voice left over after 6,000 cycles, Hoffa thought, he has done everything I can do, but the fate is still unchangeable, so what can be done.

He looked at the arm that stayed in front of him, his heart swaying.

"Is there such a moment that makes you tired of everything?" The nightmare **** whispered in his ears.

"At that moment?"

"Yes, that momentary vulgar and noisy crowd, pretending to be elegant art, careful survival, loneliness that no one tells, wandering aimlessly"

He did not answer the nightmare god, letting the black envelop him, and gradually fell into the abyss of subconsciousness.

"Leave everything to me"

The palm of the nightmare **** stretched out to him in the sea of ​​subconsciousness: "You will stay with the heroes of the past and present, and you will never be alone again."

(coward)

The moment the fingertips were about to touch, the voice from the bottom of his heart gradually became clear, and he bent his fingers slightly, avoiding the fingers of the nightmare god.

(coward)

The insignificant voice pierced his heart like the tip of a needle. He didn't know where the voice came from. He seemed to be talking by himself, as if Miller was speaking, and as if it was Barty Little.

"I'm not."

He defended himself.

"Do you think you can escape your fate by leaving Helheim? You can't change anything, and no one can be resurrected. The self you see in the arena is the future you."

The nightmare **** became Aglaia, "Promise me, you still have a chance, maybe next time you have a chance."

"next time."

"Yes, next time, leave it to you in fifty years to solve it." The nightmare **** said, "the long river of time has no end, fifty years is only a blink of an eye, this time we still have a chance if it doesn't work. "

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. The God of Nightmare was right. He did have a chance. As long as he went back in time, he stretched out his hand again, wanting to touch the God of Nightmare and become one with it.

(coward)

The voice came from the bottom of my heart, which made him extremely troubled.

He even saw Batty turning his head in front of the train, and saw his confused eyes before his death. I saw Old Hoffa shove the silver revolver into his mouth—"There can only be one Hoffabach in a time and space."

No way

He retracted his hand, and tremblingly covered his head, "No, no, I can't change it."

"It's a failure, right, Bach, this adventure fifty years later."

The nightmare **** said, "I know, you respect Nicole May, and I know that you actually care about Batty. But they are all dead. Only by going back in time can you save them again and change this. all."

"I can not do it"

Hoffa whispered very painfully: "If I can't do it, I can't remember anything, I will forget it."

"There will always be one time, there will always be one time."

The nightmare **** comforted him, his voice was exactly the same as when Aglaia was alive.

Hoffa looked at the hands that stretched out to him, and the longing in his heart was maximized in this second. That longing dilutes all other longings. He slowly stretched out his hands, once, twice, three times, four times, five times. Ten times, twenty times, thirty times, one hundred times, two hundred times, three hundred times, four hundred times, one thousand times, two thousand times, three thousand times, four thousand times, five thousand times, six thousand times

"Hoffa."

"Hoffa"

"Hoffa"

At this time, who is calling himself?

Turning his head to look, the other one stood looking at him in the darkness in the distance. Who is that? Is it the dragon of nothingness?

Do not.

That's oneself.

"coward."

"coward"

"coward"

Six thousand times of reincarnation gave birth to instantaneous sense of sight, and finally at this moment, instantaneous perception reached a peak. Under this intense and extreme sense of instantaneous vision, an illusion appeared in his brain uncontrollably.

His perspective came to the self who cursed the coward and became an observer again. He looked at the other self in the distance and stretched out his hand, just like Adam of Genesis wanted to touch God, to touch the God of Nightmare.

He turned his head and saw the corpses piled up like a mountain behind him, every corpse had his face, and each of them looked remorseless and unwilling to stare at him.

Even if he did not count, Hoffa knew that it was the other six thousand times himself.

"coward!"

The voice became clearer and clearer.

"coward!"

"I'm not."

He said again, gritted his teeth.

"I'm not!"

His consciousness returned to his body, split his hand and opened the palm of the nightmare god, "There is no next time."

"There is no next time!"

"There is no next time!!"

"There is no next time!!!"

He roared and tried his best, just like Silby after the explosion of 100,000 tons of tnt, he crawled out of the sea of ​​gentle subconscious bit by bit, and opened his eyes with the last trace of will.

The pain rushed toward him like a tide, stimulating every nerve in him. It was the pain of disability and blindness, and it was a fatal moment in the world.

The meteor summoned by Miller flashed across the sky, about to blow up the ancient magic castle to ashes.

The countless phantoms of Grindelwald still drag the red tentacles, about to stab him into fleshy flesh.

Voldemort's serpent still leaped towards him in the air, spouting blood with its fangs.

But at this moment, Hoffa was surprisingly sober.

Even if he knew he only had the last few seconds of his life left.

"Are you crazy?"

The nightmare **** finally stopped being calm, he controlled Harry Potter and grabbed his face fiercely, "At this time you have to refuse me, you are seeking your own death!?"

The **** Hoffa looked at Harry Potter with a single eye. At this moment, at the moment of breaking, his spirit reached its peak, like a sharpest cross sword.

"Is there a moment.

Make me tired of everything?

I asked myself, the answer is self-evident. "

Hoffa said to the nightmare god: "Of course you are included."