Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

He finally sat up, grabbed his hair, sighed and put on the neat pile of clothes.

That's it, he can't blame the group of Peruvian wizards. He didn't want to blame God any more, he just wanted to find Miranda, she didn't know where she went, Hoffa was worried.

But when he pushed the door out, there was no one in the corridor.

Some women's clothes were hung on the drying rack, dripping quietly.

He walked out of the girls' dormitory and came to the street.

The underground lagoon that was still bustling last night was deadly silent at this moment, and there was no sound in it. Neither the sober wizards coming and going nor the trace of Miranda can be seen. Only the rumbling water flow fell from the high-level pipeline to the deep underground lagoon, making a dull sound.

what's happening?

Even though he was very eager to find Miranda, Hoffa was still confused by this empty scene, and in the confusion, there was a certain kind of oppression that the rain wanted.

This oppression made him worry about Miranda's disappearance. After experiencing those things, his emotions inevitably changed.

"Miranda!"

He was standing on the slippery stone street, yelling Miranda's name loudly.

No one answered, as if all the people here evaporated in an instant. Everything I saw before was an unreal illusion.

Those hyacinth lamps slowly swayed, their light dimmed. But the shops and streets under the hyacinth lamp were nowhere to be seen. Only some scattered boxes and goods tell of the chaos that happened here.

"Miranda!?"

He looked around, getting more upset, where did everyone go? Where is Miranda, where is Dumbledore? Are you dreaming?

"Miranda... Damn it!!"

He quickly ran to the place where Miranda usually works. I prayed that there would be no accident.

Snapped!

As he rushed, a piece of paper hit his anxious face head-on in the air, like a slap in the face.

He tore it off, and his face immediately changed. This is a piece of paper similar to a wanted order, with his name written on it.

[Dear Hoffa Bach]

But there was only this sentence. He looked around with this paper with his name on it, but no one could see it.

"Who!?"

He shouted everywhere, but no one responded.

He walked further and stepped on another piece of paper on the slippery ground. He picked it up and saw that it was another wanted order, which was written in the same handwriting.

[My good friend, you really did not disappoint me, and you left the cage of time. I am very satisfied. 】

Time cage...

He knew who wrote these words, and suddenly the cold sweat came down, and the cold reality came oncoming and hit him.

Along with the stormy waves in his heart, he continued to walk forward, and he saw another wanted notice posted on the wall.

[But do you think this is over? of course not. 】

He followed the wanted order on the wall and continued forward and saw a wanted order scattered around the newsstand.

[Life is so empty, it can lead to the top, but it is enough to fill a person's soul. 】

Going further, there are two more wanted warrants posted on the hyacinth lamp, one in a row. He had to swing on both sides to see them clearly.

[I have not been filled at the moment, so I want to play a game with you]

[As a game chip, I want to bet everything with you, the winner takes all, the loser eats the dust]

Silby...damn it!

Damn it! !

Hoffa clenched his fist, his fingers pierced through the previous wanted warrant, what happened in the past few days was so magical that he almost forgot his goal. If Silby is not dead. All the good things are castles in the air, which will turn into bubbles and disappear completely.

He chased the wanted order and walked all the way. The last wanted order was posted on the pillar of the portal where Miranda was working. Looking at the wanted order, Hoffa's head was dizzy and he was almost unsteady on his feet.

[Within three days, if you cannot save the world, I will pack a few of your friends together and sink into the Pacific Ocean. 】

The letter came to an abrupt end here, very brief. The expressible meaning is cold and sharp. This makes Hoffa unbelievable. He packed his friends into the Pacific Ocean?

What does it mean?

Was Miranda taken away by Silby? Had the entire underground lagoon been taken away by Silby?

When did this happen?

How did he do that?

Why didn't I notice it at all.

Here it is.

Accompanied by the silent flames, those wanted orders posted on the wall or caught in the hand gradually burned out in the flames. Looking at the burning flame, Hoffa seemed to be able to see the playful eyes behind the flame, those of Silby.

He gradually calmed down and swayed with his hands behind his back.

No, it is impossible. No matter how strong Silby is, it is impossible to do this step.

He thought that when he took a bath, the blood stains on his legs hadn't dried up, and there were no signs of fighting in Miranda's home. Obviously, it took less than an hour to wake up and Miranda's wake up.

The shower head in the bathroom was still dripping. She should have taken a shower before leaving the house. Obviously, she did not leave in a hurry, but left naturally.

Thinking about it again, when he woke up, he heard someone talking outside. In other words, when he woke up, there were still people outside, and when he came out, all the people disappeared.

In less than a few minutes, this is good news.

He took the glass ball from his pocket and wanted to ask the nightmare **** if he knew any clues. But when he took out the glass ball, he saw that the little monster of the glass ball was languid than ever before. Its head dropped and floated in the ball, and it hadn't said a word for a long time.

"Little monster, little monster!"

He shook the glass ball.

The floating nightmare **** slowly raised his head, and the white light spot in his head was dimmer than ever before. Hoffa was extremely worried, and only one day had passed.

"What happened, little monster?" he asked.

"I noticed... the original will..." The white dot in the little monster's head flickered, struggling to raise its head, looking at Hoffa, and intermittently saying: "Destroy...It must be destroyed. .."

Before he finished speaking, the white light in his head suddenly went out, and his body could no longer remain suspended. It quietly fell to the bottom of the glass ball, like an ordinary dead octopus.

Hoffa took a breath. This is a god, why did it fall so quietly.

There is no way, do you want to use that trick?

Hoffa was extremely disturbed, but thinking of Miranda, he gritted his teeth and used the power of time.

His eyes glowed with silver, looking at the void. In the void, countless future men opened their silver eyes at the same time. It was him one minute later, half an hour later, one hour later, five hours later, one day later, two days later, and three days later.

As for the longer term, Hoffa could not see clearly.

Then, half an hour later, he looked over and said, "Paris."

The silver light in Hoffa's eyes disappeared.

This ability is an incidental of the power of time, and it is also the power that the guy named Mans longed for most. Having the power to see through the future is the supreme art of prophecy.

But Hoffa has always been reluctant to activate this ability, because he is too aware of the side effects of the power of time.

If he takes the initiative to observe the future, then the result of the observation will inevitably happen, whether it is good or bad. It's like Mans saw his death, but couldn't stop it.

If he does not observe, then everything in the future will be chaos.

However, since Silby had already uttered wild words and wanted to sink all his friends into the Pacific, then he couldn't care about the side effects of time.

After receiving this information from Paris, he quickly grabbed a handful of Floo net powder, stepped into the portal, and shouted: "Paris!"

......

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Accompanied by a whirl of heaven and earth.

When he stepped on the solid ground, he was instantly overwhelmed by the crowds. The experience of being crowded every inch from the dungeon alone to the dungeon around him is really inadequate for outsiders.

He was like being on the most crowded Indian train in his previous life, crowded by a large crowd. The crowding was unbearable and even made him unable to breathe.

Under the crazily crowded, Hoffa activated the power of time without hesitation, the flow of time was reduced to a hundred times, and the speed of those crowded guys advancing suddenly slowed down.

During the squeezing time, he grabbed the shoulders of others, stepped on them, and stood on top of their heads. The endless head is almost as solid as peacefully, which shows how many people there are.

Take a closer look, those people who are squeezing around are not sober wizards, but sleepwalkers as dense as weeds. Most of them wore helmets. Some were wearing military uniforms from Germany, some were wearing Allied death squad coats, and most of them were civilians. They were wearing black cages. The ten-meter city wall.

The city wall was backed by the Eiffel Tower, which was shaking and precarious in the huge impact. The walls are shining with the light of spells, and those are signs that the wizard is casting spells.

Hoffa immediately understood that it was exactly the same as what he had seen in Peru at the time. The same are all sleepwalkers attacking the wizard base. But this time the location of the attack was changed to Berlin, and the scale of the attack was hundreds of times larger than the one in Peru.

This is not an accident, but an accident.

Why will he guide himself to this point in the future?

He quickly discovered the reason.

The impact and trampling like the tide caused the first batch of sleepwalkers to pile up to a height of more than ten meters.

The wizards stood on the high walls, and the head of them was Dumbledore. He surrounded the wand in his hand and turned into a fire dragon, roaring and swept past, burning the top layer of sleepwalkers. Ashes, seeing that the fire dragon has a growing trend.

Hoffa could not help shouting: "Stop!"

He apparated and disappeared, and when he reappeared, he came to Dumbledore's side. He grabbed his wrist.

"Stop, let me deal with it!" He blurted out subconsciously.

Dumbledore was shocked when he saw Hoffa, who was holding his arm. The fire dragon spitting out of his wand disappeared. The French wizards around him pulled out their wands and shouted in French: "Who are you?"

"Don't worry, don't worry," Dumbledore said quickly to the sober wizard around, "This is my student."

The sober wizards heard Dumbledore say this and slowly put down their wands. But still looking at him with a watchful look.

Dumbledore asked Hoffa anxiously, "Why did you come here? Didn't you get the notice to hide?"

Hiding...It turns out that everyone in the London Underground Lagoon is hiding. Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, but although he had more than a thousand questions in his heart, he saw the extremely urgent situation at the moment, and he did not ask any questions.

"Don't kill them, I can let them get out of here." Hoffa said: "These are all living people. They will naturally be sober after I deal with Silby."

"I can't think about that far now!" Dumbledore said anxiously: "If you don't solve these sleepwalkers now, the surviving wizards in Paris will soon be overwhelmed. Once Paris falls, the consequences will be disastrous..."

"You give me a place, I can do it right away!" Hoffa interrupted him, "Quick!"

Dumbledore was stunned: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Hoffa was sure.

While talking, the tsunami-like sleepwalker slammed into the city wall under the control of an unknown force. This collision made the city wall sway and almost collapsed. The wizards next to him were unstable and shouted, urging Dumbledore to cast spells quickly. Some wizards even took Hoffa's arm, trying to pull him away from Dumbledore so that he would not interfere with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore chose to believe in Hoffa. He put away his wand and drove the crowd back to make room for him.

Hoffa didn't hesitate, he immediately sat on the ground and began to run the flow curse.

This is the third time he has run Flow Mantra. As his proficiency has improved, his speed in running Flow Mantra is much faster than the previous two runs.

Accompanied by the spell so continuously formed in his mind.

The attention of hundreds of thousands of sleepwalkers was attracted by him and stopped hitting the wall. However, there is a lot of magic power mixed with attention, as well as other inexplicable powers.

This time the number of sleepwalkers was several times larger than the one in Peru, and the energy gathered by the flow curse was several times larger. It took almost three minutes before Hoffa’s chest was bulged high, with his limbs attached. It's also stout, as if it's been inflated.

This made Dumbledore quite worried. Looking at Hoffa beside him, he could perceive a huge force boiling in him, but it was obviously not healthy. Due to the lack of a way to release it, the energy slightly expanded Hoffa's body, almost causing him to explode.

Hoffa was also aware of this terrible power, but after having the last experience, he no longer forcibly endured this magic power, but separated his mind and began to use the Transfiguration Curse.

He jumped off the high wall, while frantically using Transfiguration to reinforce the wall, he ran forward.

It was an unprecedented transformation spell, and a high wall of hundreds of meters long rose from the ground under his control. Following his footsteps, the city walls continued to extend.

In less than 30 minutes, he erected a wall of several kilometers in this city. The wall continues to extend far away.

The Parisian wizards behind him were all dumbfounded.

What kind of magic is needed to do this step?

But what Hoffa used was not his own magic power, but the magic power of the dreamlike wizards among the sleepwalkers. After the magic power was released from his body, his swollen body gradually became normal, and his chest was no longer towering.

He ran on the wall, while the sleepwalker was attracted by the flow curse, and followed him all together, the seemingly unstoppable attack was resolved by him alone.

I don’t know who took the first step.

Soon, the sober wizards, and Dumbledore, Qi Qi ran after Hoffa. They want to see what the boy is going to do.

Finally, Hoffa came to the empty outskirts. He began to run in circles. Layers of impenetrable walls formed under his feet. Soon, he ran out of the size of two football fields. space. The city wall under his feet is tens of meters high with polymorphism, which firmly seals the space as large as two football fields, and hundreds of thousands of sleepwalkers are firmly imprisoned by him, and can no longer run around. , Let alone create chaos.

Finish it all.

He knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, his tired face pale and panting.

Although there is no shortage of magic power, it is not his own power after all. Controlling such a large and disparate power and transforming them into standard polymorphism, the mental power that needs to be consumed is almost unimaginable.

However, after the incident in Peru, his endurance was much tougher, and he did not fall on the spot.

Dumbledore ran over the wall with the French wizards and saw what Hoffa had done. They were so shocked that the huge Great Wall that was built in that instant stood like a miracle on the outskirts of Paris.

The French wizards had no prejudice against him. They rushed to him in shock and gratefulness, praising him in blunt English, the interrogator. Treat him with the attitude of treating the savior.

Hoffa gasped, and the compliments or queries of those strangers came in and out of his left ear. After using the flow mantra, he really didn't have much energy to socialize with others.

Dumbledore saw Hoffa's fatigue. He yelled, drove away the excited French wizard, and knelt down, touching Hoffa's shoulder, "Are you all right."

Hoffa nodded. This time it was much better than the one in Peru. After that time, he couldn't speak much after using the flow spell. This time, the burden of Xin Liu curse was not as great as he thought.

The sleepwalker’s problem was solved. After regaining some strength, Hoffa grabbed Dumbledore’s arm and asked the question he cared most.

"Where's Miranda, do you know where she went?"