Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Since Taras didn't want to stay, he couldn't force it.

Hoffa glanced at the fleshy eyeball in the distance, and then at the half-closed eye pattern on the back of his hand.

It's time to go back.

As if sensing his mind, the giant maggot roared anxiously. Before the fusion was completed, he stumbled and smashed open the rickety figures on numerous stone bridges, chasing after him with a very ghostly gesture.

Hoffa turned his head and saw the guy on all fours behind him, thinking that Joey was really a **** **** like Indor.

What kind of sin did I commit? I have never met a normal person in my life! Why does everyone have to pit themselves once?

He withdrew his wand while speeding up.

The consumption of magic power for several consecutive transformations is also huge, and he can't overdraw the magic power now. Once you fall down because of a headache, God knows what will happen.

Seeing Hoffa disarmed, the speed of the maggot monster became faster. During the running, it gradually became a super large version of Hoffa.

Those ugly maggots imitated his running posture vividly.

Hoffa’s legs were not as long as one-tenth of it. During the run, countless black shadows on the bridge were knocked and scattered. Howling again and again.

Turning his head a little, Hoffa became more anxious when he saw that he was about to be caught up.

But at this moment.

There was a shrill cry from a distance.

A loud bang followed, the sound almost deafening Hoffa's ears.

Turning his head to see, in the void, a bird-like lightning flashed.

It was wrapped in incomparable power and directly penetrated the chest of the giant maggot.

The giant maggot didn't even scream, but was scattered by the electric light, and rolled down like a torrent of mud.

The extremely strong arc pulsed on the ground, making Hoffa's scalp numb.

But he was not injured.

As the maggots dispersed, a figure slowly walked over from the electric light. He was a young man with an unusually handsome appearance.

He has a human body, but at the same time his body is covered with shiny dark scales and gold patterns.

"I'm sorry to be late," the man said politely.

"I am not a human being. To enter the bridge of the past, I must go to the front and get the guard's permission, otherwise, I will never be able to fly into the sky again."

Seeing the man slowly approaching, the electric light on his body slowly disappeared.

He was unclothed, with gray hair and golden eyes, and his muscles were gorgeous enough to pierce his eyes.

"Tower, Taras...?"

Hoffa's eyes widened, and he couldn't connect this unusually handsome man with the dying Thunderbird in the forbidden forest before.

"That's the name of my last life."

The man nodded, "I remember you, aren't you a kid in that magic school? Why did you come here?"

The unusually handsome man looked at Hoffa and said mildly, "It's too reckless, this is not where you should be. Wizards have the rules of wizards, and the living has the world of the living. If I just came a little later, You may be swallowed by the worms of the abyss."

Desire?

Hoffa pointed to the people around who were carrying the stele.

"These ones......?"

"They are all poor people who can't bear to abandon the past. Their desires and obsessions haunt them. This is the path they choose."

Taras shook his head: "You don't want to learn from them."

Hoffa froze for a few seconds before remembering his mission.

"By the way, Joey asked me to come to you."

Hoffa stared at a convulsed maggot on the ground and said, "He asked me to tell you, I hope you can..."

"Don't forget him, do you?"

Taras interrupted Hoffa with his head tilted.

Hoffa nodded: "That's right."

"What a mess, Joey." The handsome man sighed.

"Sent to the underworld at will, he will lose his life."

"Will you keep a little memory? About Joey."

Hoffa looked up at Taras, his eyes focused on his shoulder. (The other party's nakedness and calmness made him a little embarrassed)

Taras shook his head slowly but firmly.

"Joy wants me to remember him, wants me to go back, I understand. The greatest pain of mankind is to be forgotten by a loved one. But there is nothing new under the sun. If you don't learn to forget, how can you accept a new life calmly. "

"Uh... can't you choose? Like a phoenix." Hoffa asked puzzled. He couldn't figure out why some creatures would refuse immortality.

"The phoenix is ​​different from us. It is a witness of history, and we are only participants. For Thunderbird, freedom is more important than immortality. Only by overcoming the ultimate fear can we obtain the purest freedom of life."

Hoffa didn't understand the other party's words, perhaps because his realm was not enough.

However, he is just a message, and since the message has arrived, he has nothing to say.

"Then, I'm leaving," Hoffa said softly, and he was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait."

Shenjun's very man stopped him.

"What's the matter?" Hoffa turned around.

"Do you still have enough magic power?"

As soon as Hoffa heard what he said, he realized that his magic power was nearly exhausted during the continuous use of Transfiguration.

Hoffa shook his head. "Not much."

Taras smiled: "You are also the strangest wizard I have ever seen. The mental power is so high that even the cold wind of Helheim can't destroy you. But the magic power is very poor, even half of the normal wizards of the same age. nothing."

Hoffa...

Taras pointed to the bridge: "Without magic, you can't drive away the worms of desire. They are attracted by your life and will entangle endlessly. Until you fall to the same existence as them."

Hoffa looked around, and sure enough the stunned maggots showed signs of awakening. Not only that, more and more insects climbed onto the bridge from the abyss.

"What can you do?" Hoffa asked.

Taras nodded: "I also ran away because of you. It just happened that I ended my life early. There is still some remaining power that is no longer useful. You can take it away. Tell Joey and let him take good care of my offspring."

As he said, he suddenly stepped forward and reached out and grabbed Hoffa's palm.

"Go back, think of a way to increase your magic power when you have time."

With a crackle, there was an electric sound.

He pushed Hoffa hard.

A surging energy spread from Hoffa's left hand to his whole body, his eyes widened in amazement, which was a feeling he had never experienced before.

He even felt that he could do whatever he wanted.

He wanted to say goodbye to Talas, but he didn't say anything, Talas finally waved to him with a smile, and in an instant it turned into an electric light and disappeared into the sky.

Hoffa was full of power that was about to explode, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

He turned around and took a step. In the blink of an eye, he ran a distance of tens of meters.

This feels great.

Seeing that the eyes on the back of his hand were about to close, Hoffa ran with all his strength, traversing over the straight stone bridge at hundreds of times the speed since.

But in the same way, there are more and more maggots crawling out of the stone bridge. The monsters mixed with countless maggots all want to possess Hoffa and occupy his soul.

The closer you get to the giant eye, the more and more ugly monsters. In the end it was mighty and mighty, like an army.

They desperately resisted the lightning, and rushed to Hoffa in hundreds.

Hoffa's forward speed slowed down.

But he was not afraid. The surging magic power in his body filled Hoffa's heart with wild and fighting desire, and even a trace of inexplicable animalism surged in it.

He raised his hand and held it, and his wand quickly grew longer and bigger during the magical boiling. It was more than two meters and more than five meters. More than ten meters, and there is no sign of stopping.

In the end, the wand turned into a forty-meter-long charged giant sword. He dragged the hilt and ran with all his strength, and finally drew a magnificent arc.

All creatures within a radius of 40 meters were severed by him.

Unfortunately, he was only refreshed for a second, and the magic that Talas gave him was completely vented. Afterwards, Hoffa, who had no one to stop him, ran into the huge eye head-on.

Disappeared in the pupils.

After Hoffa passed his eyes, the giant fleshy eye slowly closed and turned into dust in the cold wind of Helheim.

......

......

Go through the cascading space again.

......

......

Like having a strange dream, Hoffa's non-black eyes gradually became normal.

A flash of electric light crackled and flashed in his eyes, and then fell silent.

He smelled the scent of withered grass and felt the softness of the soil under his cheeks. The chill of autumn in Scotland is very clear at this moment.

Hoffa barely got up from the ground and rubbed his temples.

There was real pain in his head from time to time, and that pain told Hoffa that he had overdrawn his magic power.

He felt something on the back of his hand.

Looking down, he found that the **** eyes on the back of his hand were gone, replaced by a faint golden pattern, which was very light, as if it were drawn with gold shavings, and you can't see it unless you look carefully. The pattern looks like an eagle, but it is very symmetrical. The pattern is also very simple.

Just as Hoffa was wondering what the texture was.

A man rushed out of the corner, grabbed Hoffa's shoulder abruptly, and looked at him hopefully.

"Well, did he promise to come back?"

It's Joey.

Hoffa came back to his senses, looked at Joey, and then at the huge bird carcass next to him, shook his head regretfully, and slowly conveyed Taras' last words to him to Joey.

Following Hoffa's narration, the excitement on Joey's face gradually receded, eventually turning into uncontrollable sadness.

After Hoffa finished speaking, he held the bird's egg and stood there in silence for a long time.

A cold wind blew through the leaves of the Forbidden Forest. Finally, the bleak old man sighed and murmured softly: "I expected it to be like this. Death is a game for the brave, Taras, I'm still too far behind you. How much..."

Hoffa didn't know how to comfort Joey, but remained silent. But Joey quickly recovered his emotions.

He patted Hoffa on the shoulder and said sincerely: "It's really hard for you. You are the bravest Ravenclaw I have ever seen."

Brave?

Heh, Hoffa rolled his eyes, thinking that you should tell me to go to the underworld from the beginning, and I won't go if I break my leg. It's not pitted.

However, at any rate, I came back, and a month of hard work was over.

Hoffa didn't want to talk to Joey about his thrilling encounter in Helheim anymore. He couldn't wait to go back to the common room and relax by the fire in Ravenclaw.

He stretched out his hand: "What about the list."

Joey held the egg in one hand and pulled out a crumpled parchment from his pocket in the other.

"Your list, I have filled in excellent. Go back, come to me if you have trouble in the future, don't offend those high-level people in Hogwarts, they won't be kidding you."

Hoffa took the parchment and, as expected, hit a big red tick at the top of the parchment, and there was Joey's signature and wax stamp underneath.

Hoffa took the parchment into his arms with satisfaction.

After returning to the tree house and bidding farewell to Joey, Hoffa rubbed his head and walked towards the castle with some pain.

As he walked back, he looked at the weird pale gold pattern on the back of his hand.

This is what Talas left to himself in the underworld. He originally thought that the power was a one-time use, and he didn't use it up.

But it doesn't seem to be the case now, and Hoffa is curious what this thing is.

Because he always feels that something is flowing from his body to this line, just like he has an extra organ that can breathe.

As I was looking at it, I just walked to the door of the school, and the pain in my brain became more intense.

Hoffa's face changed, not right.

Why did the symptoms of overdrawing the magic become more and more serious without releasing the magic?

The flow of the golden lines on the arm is more obvious.

And, a strange hunger pangs in the brain.

hungry.......

Are you hungry?

Hoffa was stunned on the spot, and he looked at his arm again.

He finally knew what was going on.

This golden pattern is devouring its own magic power, and the speed is not so fast.

by!

Seeing that the headache is getting worse.

Hoffa immediately crossed his knees and began to meditate.

After starting to meditate, he felt an incomparable hunger. This hunger was not physical hunger, but magic hunger.

He didn't dare to be careless, running the meditation thoughts of Mirajba traveler over and over again, quickly regaining his magic power.

Finally, after an hour of meditation, the feeling of hunger slowly disappeared. Hoffa gritted his teeth and straightened up. He wanted to go back to the public lounge. Take a good look at this stuff.

But before taking two steps, the hunger pang came again.

It is just like a baby who is waiting to be fed and dissatisfied.

The unexpected headache caused Hoffa to lean against the wall, clutching his head.

TF......!

Regardless of the stunned eyes of the students next to him, Hoffa had to sit down again and continue to meditate.

In this way, Hoffa regained his magic power every hour of meditation. The pale golden tattoo will take away his magic power in a few minutes, not more than ten seconds.

And there is no sign of returning it.

After three consecutive meditations, the sense of freshness and curiosity was finally wiped out, replaced by anger and confusion.

At the entrance of the castle, Hoffa yelled at the sky and started a group of pigeons.

"Hey, you old bird, what did you leave on me!?"