Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The other three looked at Miranda holding the orange, and they didn't understand what she was thinking. Miranda put the fruit in her pocket and shrugged: "It's auspicious, maybe we can come out alive."

After all, she took the lead to walk into the tower above the sky. The other three followed her into the tower. As soon as she entered, the tower closed with a bang.

As if entering the most primitive haunted house, the four of them plunged into the most complete darkness. Out of the creature's instinct to fear the dark, none of them moved.

Miranda snapped her fingers, "Fluorescence is flying."

A group of silver light spots slowly flew out from her fingers. The strange thing was that those silver light spots were flying in the air, but they could not dispel the darkness. They were like rice grains scattered on black cloth. They were white, but There is no lighting effect.

"It's so dark," Hoffa said. "Why is it so dark?"

"It should be some kind of magical material that absorbs light," Dumbledore touched the wall with his fingers, and sniffed under his nose: "Black vine powder, it really is."

"Since it is black vine powder, it should be relieved with an acid potion." Osivia said: "It's a pity that I don't have such a popular potion."

"No," Dumbledore said with some disdain, "If you just want to block the line of sight, then this level of blocking is still too mediocre."

After that, he drew out his wand and tapped it on his own head, Hoffa Miranda and Osivia's heads, and said silently: "Walk in the night."

Accompanied by the spell, Hoffadao's eyes suddenly lit up, but it was not the normal light, but the green light similar to night vision, which filled his eyes and enabled him to see the darkness clearly.

Looking at the people around him, their eyes all turned into the gleaming yellow of nocturnal creatures.

"Since you can't change the environment, then change yourself." Dumbledore shrugged. "It's very simple."

Hoffa thought to himself that it was indeed the right choice to take a risk with Dumbledore. He was nowhere near the old principal in the breadth of magic.

Obtaining visual information relieved the four of them. They moved forward in the dark with their sharp eyes. After a while, they saw a spiral staircase in the dark hall. It stretched out from the darkness until it was completely invisible. Qing's heights.

Gotta get it.

At this time, there was a light horse hoof sound in the dark, as if someone was riding down the stairs on a horse.

The four of them were nervous and stopped.

Hoffa stared at the darkness firmly and asked, "Who is it?"

The sound of horseshoes continued, and besides the horseshoes, there was a calm answer: "I am Diego on the surface, pretending to be timid and afraid, but in the middle of the night, I set off with makeup and raised a sharp sword to preside over justice and rob the rich and help the poor. .Who am I? Zorro."

The familiar voice can no longer be familiar.

In the darkness, a man riding a white horse slowly walked out of the stairs. He wore a black mask on his face. After the mask, a white hair hung behind him like a waterfall, with a dark wand stuck in his waist. As he walked out slowly, a huge amount of magical power came against his face.

Hoffa was taken aback, then his eyes widened.

It was Grindelwald, or Grindelwald with a mask. Hoffa never expected to see him again in this place. However, it seems that this time and space he was taken captive by Silby. Became the gatekeeper of his tower.

The horseshoe stopped.

Grindelwald held the reins and tilted his head on horseback: "Hey, I said, among you, who is my enemy?"

Dumbledore exclaimed in surprise: "Gellert?"

"Who are you calling?" Grindelwald asked in confusion, as if he had forgotten his true identity.

Hoffa rolled up his sleeves directly regardless of the three-seven-ones, and he didn't care what Grindelwald was talking about. He could beat him once fifty years later, and he would naturally beat him again fifty years ago.

Osivia and Miranda drew their wands at the same time and stood on either side of Hoffa.

"Eh, don't take it all."

Grindelwald raised a finger and said lightly: "I only play with one person. As for the rest, keep going up, where your opponents are waiting."

"Stop talking nonsense," Hoffa said. "Either get out of the way immediately or I will beat you down."

The strangely dressed Grindelwald nodded, "Okay, you can shoot together, but at that time, I am not the only one here." He pointed to the top of the dark head, "Listen."

A frantic roar faintly echoed from the tower: "Little snake, where are you, come to me, baby!!!"

Osivia immediately covered her severed arm.

Hoffa looked solemn, and he finally remembered that when he had just returned to this time and space and entered the dream world with the nightmare god, he had seen three weird guys. Who could have expected that among these three weird guys? , There is actually Grindelwald.

Grindelwald spread out his hands, "If you shot together, we would have to do it together, and there would be eight people here. Eight people squeezed here to fight, it was really unsightly, like fighting on the streets, without any mastery. "

"What if you don't have the demeanor of a master," Hoffa took a step forward with a cold face: "I advise you to get out of it immediately."

"Eh, more than that, I have one more thing to warn you, savior. If eight people take action together, this tower will probably fall down." Grindelwald said, "Those people in the city outside are not fake. People, they are real people brought by half-human kings from all over the world. If this tower falls, how many people will be killed, do you understand in your heart?"

The murderous Hoffa abruptly stopped.

There is no doubt that when he returned to fifty years ago, he had only the purpose of saving the world. In this case, he must keep the damage to a minimum. If the truth is as Grindelwald said, then he can only continue to the top of the tower according to Silby's rules.

"I'll do it." Dumbledore sighed. "He is not hopeless, but I hope I can defeat him and bring his soul back from the loss."

"Really good? Professor Dumbledore, some soul, I think it's better to let him get lost." Miranda said sharply from the side.

Hoffa pouted. Although he didn't say anything, he couldn't agree more with Miranda's point of view.

"Someone has to face death and nothingness," Dumbledore said quietly without being angry at Miranda's words: "If you deal with death a lot, you will inevitably doubt the meaning of life. But if I can defeat him this time , I will completely shut him into the tower and never let him out again. What do you think?"

As he said these words, he looked at Hoffa as if he was making some kind of repentance.

Hoffa felt something, it seemed that everything he had experienced led him to this point, and was destined to witness this moment.

"I respect your choice of professor." He whispered, "No matter what it is."

"Thank you." Dumbledore drew his wand and stood opposite Grindelwald. "Come on."

Grindelwald drew the Elder's wand from his horse, and turned sideways to open the stairs leading to the top of the tower.

Hoffa strode up the steps, and since Dumbledore voluntarily stayed to solve Grindelwald for him, he would spend his time on the blade and not waste a second.

Miranda and Osivia followed him, and the three of them walked up the spiral staircase to the depths of the tower.

A violent wave of magic power soon came from below, which was a duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

The three of them continued to walk up, and it didn't take long for the magical collision between Dumbledore and Grindelwald to disappear without a trace. Everything returned to darkness.

But another voice often echoed in the ears of the three people. It was Grid's teeth grinding and a hoarse whisper like a broken gong: "Snake...snake...snake meat...dead snakes... Bad snake...Satan...worm...dead..."

Osivia quickened his pace and walked from the end of the team to the front of the team. Hoffa hurriedly followed behind him and asked, "Is it the one who cut your arm?"

"Yes," she nodded. "Salazar Slytherin once drove a huge snake. That huge snake once swallowed a sacred bird in the far north, but the sacred bird did not die. Snake's belly, when it finally got out of the snake's belly, it made an unalterable vow-to destroy any snake it saw, no matter its size, no matter its identity, from it to its last offspring."

The more the three of them walked up, the echoing roar became clearer: "Where are you, cute baby, I can smell your smell, the palm of your hand tastes delicious..."

The shouts stopped abruptly as they reached the tower about a kilometer in Hoffa. The darkness here disappeared, and the three of them boarded a huge aerial platform, saying that the platform was not quite right. It looked like a bird's nest built on a cliff, with a hollow in the middle and convex on all sides, and the ground was covered with leaves Lines.

As Ravenclaw, Hoffa liked this environment very much, but as Osivia of Slytherin, she became extremely vigilant.

Suddenly, a man fell from the sky, flapping his wings, and hovering in front of Hoffa, "Hey, bird, do you see that snake?"

Is that a person? Hoffa thinks it is not. It is more like a bird—a giant owl. Its hook-like claws grasped on the lair, as thick as the claws of a fire dragon. On its arms, densely packed feathers were neatly arranged. Each feather was shiny and sharp as a knife. It must be that feather that severed Osivia's arm.

It has big, amber eyes, but those big amber eyes don't have much luster, and there is a circle of scorched burn marks around the eyes, which is probably blind. It turned its head to three hundred and sixty degrees, and back from three hundred and sixty degrees. Looking at Hoffa godlessly: "Hey, what do you want to say, have you seen the snake? Have you seen the big snake?"

This guy Hoffa didn't know him at all, but he could feel a similar aura in him. Maybe he Animagus was a thunderbird and had a natural closeness to birds.

Osivia untied her cloak, revealing the tall and vigorous body under the cloak. She slowly pulled Hoffa away with one hand: "You and Miranda go up, here I will deal with it."

"Do you want me to help you?" Hoffa said worriedly, "You have broken an arm."

"No need," Osivia said. "I broke my arm and it was blind. We are half-hearted, and the outcome is still unknown."

"But..." Hoffa wanted to say something else.

Osivia interrupted him coldly: "You can't help me, and you shouldn't waste energy on me. Keep your goal in mind and defeat the half-man king. That is the best help for me, understand?"

Hoffa saw a certain hope in Osivia's eyes, and that hope made him breathe hard. He knew that, just like when chatting alone that day, Osivia wanted him to be a pure and ruthless person.

"I understand," he said.

Osivia smiled and pressed Hoffa's chest and pushed him away.

Then, she drew the wand from the hairpin with one hand and placed it on the broken arm of her arm. Her wand quickly squirmed and deformed and turned into a dark green arm with metallic luster. She moved her new arm and said to the blind man, "Are you looking for me, Dragon Sparrow?"

This sentence was spoken in snake language. The birdman who heard the voice immediately stood up all the metal feathers on his body. It opened its mouth and let out a roar that didn't sound like a human voice, spreading its wings like a knife to Ossi. Via shot away.

Hoffa didn't want to watch the battle behind him. Both Dumbledore and Osivia refused his help, worrying that he could not go all out to defeat Silby, so he only had to defeat Silby and turn around to quickly solve these people.

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After Osivia left, only Hoffa and Miranda were left. The cold wind blowing on the two of them, the spiral staircase was all the way up, and there were abysses on all sides. Just looking at it was enough to make people afraid of heights courageous. Trembling.

On this narrow passage, Hoffa stretched out his hand and grabbed Miranda's palm. After a struggle, Miranda did not break away, so he held his palm instead.

He had understood Silby's thoughts at this time, and Silby would continue to send blockades to separate the people around him until the final battle with him face to face alone, which was fine. Hoffa thought, but what opponent would Silby send to Miranda?

In the dream, he met three people, one is Zorro, the other is Thor, and the other is Peter Pan.

Then the people corresponding to Zorro and Thor, who are the rest, will appear?

Soon, he knew the answer.

After the two climbed along the spiral staircase for nearly a thousand meters, Miranda's palm became stiff in his palm, and her breathing became disordered until she stopped.

Hoffa looked at her worriedly and asked, "Are you all right."

Miranda looked at the abyss beside her and muttered: "It seems I can only send you here."

"Why, I didn't even see your opponent." Hoffa quickly looked around, but didn't see a single person.

"He's here." Miranda's forehead was sweating coldly: "I have a hunch that if I lose, you will never see me again. If you lose, I will never see you again."

The cliff was extremely narrow, and she was very close to Hoffa when she spoke, and Hoffa's heart was aching in her breathing. In the final moments of the decisive battle, life and death are uncertain, and some principles become less important. After all, it was someone who had had a relationship. He thought, at this time in the movie, probably the boyfriend and girlfriend would kiss or something.

So he bowed his head and kissed Miranda's lips.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when his lips met, he heard Miranda say in a very disgusting and cold voice: "But that's not bad."