Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

At this time, Grindelwald was completely panicked, and he closed his eyes.

Hoffa also closed his eyes, and in the spiritual world, he saw the huge and colorful monster that looked like a bubble. It quickly escaped from Dumbledore's body, silently.

But this time, he doesn't need to take the shot himself.

Miller, who was out of mind control, was full of humiliation and anger. He only saw his fingers clenched fists, and the flying monster hit an invisible barrier. The barrier quickly shrank and turned into an invisible barrier. Hooks.

Those hooks separated left and right, separating Grindelwald from the crowd he possessed.

After the Void Dragon was stripped out, the teacher of Hogwarts rolled from the monster to the ground, unconscious.

At this moment, Grindelwald has no desire to fight, and Hoffa, who has time rules, is almost impossible to defeat by external means.

He was dragged by Miller, fell heavily in front of Hoffa, and returned to his human form.

Miller, with red eyes, stepped on him, punched him on the nose, and then punched him in the lower abdomen. After five or six consecutive punches, Grindelwald had a bruised nose and swollen face, but he burst into laughter.

The laughter contained disdain, and Miller was stimulated by his laughter, his hands hardened. He was angry and couldn't help himself.

Hoffa stepped forward and grabbed him, pulled him away from Grindelwald, and said: "He wants everyone else to be like him. Why do you fulfill his wish."

The anger on Miller's face faded away.

"I am sorry."

He said to Hoffa apologetically, and pushed Grindelwald into Hoffa's hands.

"It's ok."

Hoffa grabbed Grindelwald by the arm.

"Hey, Bach."

Grindelwald looked at him disheveled, his mouth still laughed, and he said viciously: "You won, but so what, if you don't kill me, I will do this one day, those people will I died because you didn't stop me in time!"

Hoffa shrugged: "You just say anything, I can't listen to a word."

"You have become the most disgusting kind of person, Bach."

"It seems that we have a different definition of nausea."

Hoffa laughed.

"Pooh!"

Grindelwald spit out **** saliva.

Time stopped, Hoffa walked around from the saliva, pulled Grindelwald and let him stand in front of his saliva.

Then, time flowed again, and Grindelwald himself was spit on his face.

Afterwards, Hoffa dragged Grindelwald to the side of the Resurrection Pool. Wormtail had already seen a bad situation, and had already slipped away. Only Naniji remained loyal to protect the baby Voldemort.

"Don't kill me...Don't kill me!"

Seeing Hoffa dragging Grindelwald over, the baby Voldemort said in a panic: "I will give you everything you want, Horcrux, Death Eater, gold, yes, and resurrection, I will give you all the details of resurrection. Give you....."

"It's no longer necessary."

Hoffa said.

Click!

He trampled on baby Voldemort.

"Someone will tell me."

The moment the baby died, Nanji screamed and it rolled on the ground in pain. Hoffa didn't talk nonsense with it, grabbed the tail of the snake, swept it three times in the air, and threw it out. It drew a beautiful parabola and disappeared into the sky.

Grindelwald smiled nervously when he saw Voldemort who was trampled in the flesh, he was doomed to fail, and he tremblingly said, "You...do you think...you want to kill me?"

"Will not."

Hoffa said decisively.

He grabbed Grindelwald with a disheveled hair, pressed him by the side of the resurrection pool, grabbed Grindelwald's fingers, the hot and boiling liquid sprayed from the pool water splashed on Grindelwald's face, and he understood how Hoffa had to do What, can't help but shout in despair: "Kill me!"

But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free of Hoffa's control.

"The blood of the enemy, forced to be given, can revive your enemy."

Hoffa said lightly.

Hey, he cut Grindelwald's finger and forced his blood to flow into the boiling pool of resurrection.

The blood dripped into the pool water, and the pool water boiled frantically. That drop of red turned the entire resurrection pool into a viscous blood pool, and the sweet smell drifted away.

He let go of the desperate Grindelwald, raised his hand, and after three seconds, a leg bone flew up. That is the bone of Fatir's graveyard, summoned by him with a flying curse. He threw the bones into the resurrection pool,

"Father's bones, donated accidentally, can make your daughter regenerate!"

The diamond-like liquid surface burst, hissed, sparks splashed, and the liquid turned bright blue.

Then Hoffa unlocked his blue magic robe and his fingers turned into sharp blades. He pierced the sharp blade into his body, cut off a piece of meat from his ribs, and threw it into the resurrection pool.

"Servants' meat, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."

The flesh fell into the pool water, the pool water boiled, and the diamond-like sparks splashed around, so bright and dazzling, everything around it turned into a black velvety color.

Finally, he raised his hand, threw the resurrection stone in, and said gently: "Resurrection, Aglaia."

A white vapor rose from the resurrection pool, and then, through the white mist in front of him, he saw the slender figure of a girl slowly rising in the pool.

Because of the integrity of the soul, she is not at all the distorted and terrifying appearance of Voldemort's resurrection. On the contrary, she is exactly the same as before, with long hair as silver as a waterfall, big blue ghost-like eyes, and water vapor in it. And smoke. The lips are red, delicate and beautiful, the skin is as white as jade, and the exquisite looks like God's most proud work of art.

Aglaia didn't check her brand new body, her eyes stayed on Hoffa, and could no longer move away. From the time he changed everything, she hadn't opened her eyes. She never thought that after 6,000 times, such a miracle would happen, and the hardship was far beyond ordinary people's comprehension.

"kill me!"

At this moment, Grindelwald was speechless. Looking at Hoffa's face, there was only desire and madness left.

Miller kicked Grindelwald with disgust, and then turned his eyes to the girl who had walked out of the resurrection pool. His eyes were extremely complicated. Finally, he turned his head and sighed.

Hoffa took off his clothes and stepped forward. Putting the clothes on Aglaia, he took her hand and walked easily to Miller's side and said, "Let's go together."

Miller looked at him and Aglaia, his lips twitched a few times, but in the end he said with emotion, "You really did it."

Hoffa nodded, and took Miller's shoulders.

The three of them walked out together.

"Kill me! Kill me!!"

Grindelwald's voice still echoed behind them, and he hissed with exhaustion: "Kill me, you coward!!"

Hoffa stopped, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Aglaia looked at him, there seemed to be some kind of intolerance in her eyes, but she didn't speak. Miller did not speak either.

"You guys wait for me here."

He said to his two friends, turning around.

Seeing Hoffa turned his head, Grindelwald laughed loudly. He raised his head on the ground and stared at the black-haired boy: "Kill me, kill me! Come on."

Hoffa strolled to Grindelwald, looked at him sympathetically, knelt down, straightened his collar, shook his head and sighed: "Fate has a strong self-repair mechanism, and almost no one can escape. This is my deepest feeling in these 300,000 years. It's really painful."

"Kill me," Grindelwald said bewilderedly, "Otherwise, nothing will change."

"Do you know what will not change?"

Hoffa posted in Grindelwald's ear: "You will be killed by Voldemort in three years. This is your future destiny. You die in the hands of a despicable man, without glory. No one mourns, no one. Know."

Grindelwald looked at him blankly, completely stupid.

Hoffa smiled slightly and kissed his head: "I told you about the future, but can you escape again, teacher."

At the end, he stood up and left the twisted man on the ground. This time, no matter how he shouted, Hoffa would never look back at him again.

The castle in the distance, just like fifty years ago, stood on the plains of Scotland, exactly the same as in the past, but completely different from the past.

And his two friends were waiting for him on the grass at Hogwarts. Such scenes had happened many times, but he knew that this was the last time.

He took a relaxed step and walked towards the two friends with a smile on his face.

At this time, a small spot of light flew over from a distance, and automatically turned into a glass ball, falling on Hoffa's hand.

It turned out to be the **** of nightmares, but it turned out to be back.

Hoffa couldn't help but laugh, "Didn't you go looking for a better person?"

"Hehehe..."

The little monster smiled wryly: "I looked around, but I didn't find anyone better than you."