Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Hoffa's hair was covered in snow and ice in the blink of an eye in the howling cold wind, turning white. He has never been to Antarctica, but the temperature of Antarctica will not be lower than here.

"This is... the late Devonian... the super ice age..."

Silby said tremblingly, as soon as the white gas appeared in his mouth, it became icy slag, "The whole world...is covered by...Ice and snow, species...species... ...70% extinct..."

"You...you...why do you want to bring...bring me to these places..." Hoffa asked with a trembling likewise.

"I want to... let you see.....see what is.....is.....is...really harsh!"

In the harsh cold, Silby shivered and said, "You...even though you...understand the power of the rules, what drives you...but... ...Not a responsibility, but your biological instincts, your reproductive nature...If, if the little girl did not die, you might have stopped making progress long ago, if. ..... Without my spur, maybe...you...you won't be here at all..."

"Shut...shut....shut...mouth..."

Hoffa's face was icy, not only from the extreme cold, but also from Silby's cold anatomy of him mercilessly.

But Silby did not shut up, he continued: "You...you go with the flow, you are...accepted by...is moved, when... ...When...you have taken the initiative to do something, in this...in the long river of time, you will not...take the initiative to chase fate, even Even your two girlfriends...both, they posted upside down...no, no doubt...you are afraid of being hurt, but...actually No matter how you avoid it, hurt is everywhere..."

Hoffa couldn't take it anymore. He stood up hard in the ice, raised Silby, and stammered, "Let...let... Let... let... fart, I jumped out of your... cage, I came to you... Could it be that... Isn't it...Isn't I... the initiative?"

"Is that... active or... forced?"

In the severe cold, Silby's eyebrows were all frozen white, but the eyes under his eyebrows were still calm and pure: "Just taking the initiative once... is enough for you... to brag for a lifetime? You? Ever wondered... if I die, if I die...Where should you go? It is to give birth to a bunch of children and watch them...become, Become... as mediocre as you, or... sitting on the beach, hoping that the sunset will never fall to the horizon..."

Silby's ruthless voice whipped Hoffa's soul, and in conjunction with the endless cold, made his soul tremble.

"What you have done... is far from enough, you are here, you are... wasting time, wasting your life, you are living... worthless... ...Because you never really served the world..."

"Asshole..."

The strong air-conditioning made Silby's face as blue as ice cubes. Although his words deeply stung Hoffa, he didn't dare to let Silby really freeze to death here. He pulled him in. The shaded world of gray.

He hugged Silby and knelt on the barren ground. The ghost walked to cut off the cold, but he could not remove the snow and ice that had covered them. They were frozen.

Silby snapped his fingers in Hoffa's arms. Brought them back into the tunnel of time. But this time they didn't go forward anymore, time and space passed back and forth, and the long and shifting time tunnel flashed by.

Finally, the cold wind stopped whistling, and the temperature on his body gradually rose.

When Hoffa's eyes were able to see things again, he resumed his kneeling posture and returned to the tower of Babel, from the distant Paleozoic era back to 1945, and returned to the face of the **** of dreams.

If it weren't for the ice and snow he brought back hundreds of millions of years ago, he would almost think he had a ridiculous dream.

After the temperature rose, Silby finally stopped stuttering. He said: "You don't trust the world and talk to me in your dreams. But the truth is far from what you think. Look at the extinction of these creatures and look at this history. The most terrifying disaster in the world. In fact, if there were no such disasters, no one would even appear, and there would be no observation. Compared with that, what is my plan? It’s just a drop in the ocean."

He said softly: "Life is tougher than you think. I want the world to become better. You know what to do, Hoffa, help me!"

Hoffa opened his hand, stood up, and looked at him with a look of horror: "No...no...that's impossible..."

He couldn't refute Silby's words, but he didn't want to help him. If he helped him, then the opportunity to the familiar future would be completely cut off, and his future would inevitably be another world, a completely unknown world.

"Is that really the case?" Silby said lightly.

"I don't know how to help you, go find someone else." Hoffa said categorically.

"Aren't you here to beat me? I'm here now." Silby spread his hands, "Come on, go on."

Hoffa suddenly became annoyed, it was the anger that had been calculated by the other party, and his stubbornness that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water:

"Do you think I will fall twice in a pit!? Do you think I will use the Flow Charm in front of you? Just like I used the Shield Charm at Hogwarts?"

He said angrily, "Why would I use the spell you developed to attack you? Since I returned to this time and space, you have tried your best to let me learn the flow spell, but I'm sorry, I won't use it now!"

Silby was slightly startled, and soon he recovered his calm.

"That's a pity, it's a pity that I don't have time to train another opponent." He murmured: "Since you see through my ideas, kill me. The ending is no different. Savior, you won. ."

He finished speaking lightly, then sat down and said, lowering his head and slaughtering his neck.

Hoffa's face was ruthless, he strode forward, and put his hand on Silby's neck, but he couldn't help breaking it.

"What?" Silby raised his head in confusion, "Can't get a hand? Am I not bad enough?"

Hoffa: "You don't have to be like this."

It doesn't have to be this way. Silby sneered and shook his head: "Do it."

Hoffa: "I will not kill you, because those people are controlled by you in a dream. If you die, they will also be buried for you."

"Oh, you are worried about this." Silby took out his wand from his pocket just as he remembered, and waved it lightly, "It's over, dream."

The **** of dreams in the sky immediately opened his mouth, and endless bubbles floated out of its mouth, flying in all directions, slowly bursting in mid-air.

Silby put down his wand, "I'm done, let's do it."

Hoffa didn't expect Silby to get rid of the dream so swiftly and smoothly. The process was so smooth that it was almost unimaginable. He still didn't do anything, even said a few words, which made him even less sure what to do. Started.

The Hogwarts explosion had been stopped by him. The fifty-year prison only helped him resurrect Aglaia. Although he killed Fatir and Chloe, how could he kill Silby? He was already dead, and he himself was cursed. Even if he didn't kill him, how long could he last? On this 10,000-meter-high tower, there is no food and no water source, I'm afraid it can't last a day.

Looking at the body belonging to Chloe, Hoffa seemed to be several decades old. He sighed: "It's over... it's all over."

After speaking, he put down his arm, picked up his wand, and walked out of the platform, planning to leave.

However, when he walked to the edge of the platform at an altitude of 10,000 meters, a group of red light appeared silently on the ground. The light came from the European continent. Quickly return to calm.

But Hoffa knew that he was definitely not a firework, because he stood at a height of more than 10,000 meters, and the light that could be seen at more than 10,000 meters must be a violent explosion.

Then, more fires burst from all parts of the European continent, silent and dazzling under the night sky. It seemed as if the ground had grown bright little mushrooms.

Hoffa turned abruptly and stared at Silby firmly: "What did you do!?" He has a hundred reasons to suspect that Silby caused this series of explosions. After all, he has played with Muggles. Of explosives.

But Silby shook his head calmly: "I didn't do anything, I just awakened them as you said."

"How is it possible!?" Hoffa replied in disbelief, "Why is there such a big turmoil, why is the war suddenly burning everywhere?"

Silby stretched his neck and looked down for a moment. There was a hint of sarcasm on his face. He said faintly, "Do you know the stock crisis of 1929?"

"Huh?" Hoffa didn't know why Silby mentioned it at this time.

"Since 27 years, the stock market has risen sharply. For two full years, those Americans have been dreaming about getting rich. The dreams are getting bigger and bigger. They think that they can get money for nothing, make a fortune in the stock market, and will live their lives. All savings were invested.

In the end, the stock market collapsed completely in 29 years. When those stupid Americans were sober in the frenetic dream of getting rich, the cold reality completely crushed them, and the disaster spread to the whole world. This is the origin of the Second World War.

And now, my dream is a hundred times stronger than the dream of stocks in 1927. Now they wake up, although they are not dead, but the reality still crushes them, and the same turmoil will spread to the world within a few days. "

Silby looked at him sideways, "Since you dare to let me get rid of the dream, stop it, savior, stop this biggest turmoil to date."

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As if the huge bubble had burst, the people who had awakened from their dreams were all in panic. On Wall Street in New York, people wake up from their dreams. In their dreams, each of them is a billionaire. The weather is clear. They ride on a yacht in Dabatley Harbour. The yacht is full of world-famous models.

But after waking up from the dream, they found themselves ragged and penniless, standing on a cold winter street, with mud and feces under their feet, and the hungry people almost digested their stomach bags. The economy has long since collapsed, and everything has returned to its origin.

They first fell into confusion, and then the panic spread quickly like a plague, spreading to the whole city in the blink of an eye. They ran around and fell into a frenzied riot, shouting frantically: Those incompetent politicians are here. Where, let us go back and prosper again! Prosper again! Prosper again!

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In a nursing home in Paris, a group of old ladies woke up from their dreams. In their dreams, each of them regained their youth and beauty, and was always young and beautiful. There were countless suitors around them, including the most arrogant entrepreneurs and politicians. They nodded and bowed in front of them, thinking that they were close friends Fangze.

But after waking up from the dream, they found themselves standing in a dilapidated nursing home, with sagging skin, skinny skin, covered with mold-like age spots, beauty and youth passing away like bubbles, and no one cared what they were thinking anymore.

The cold facts made them cover their faces and ran around in horror, screaming harshly. Let us go back, let us go back, this is not true! !

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In Japan, a group of military officers from the extreme right awakened from their dreams. In their dreams, they had planted the red and white sun flag across every inch of Asia. There, they established another common empire, and in that empire, the Yamato clan became the best nation in the world.

But after waking up, they found that the tank was rusty and the plane was aging. They lived in a square barracks, covered with dirty bandages.

They froze for a moment, and then you rushed out of the barracks, only to see the factory outside collapsed, energy ran out, the economy collapsed, and the battleship sank. The red and white flags fell on the ground, as dirty as toilet paper.

The officers who first saw this scene cut their stomachs, and more officers took out their weapons one after another, shouting fanatical slogans, as if this could rebuild their confidence. I don't know who fired the first shot, and then they fell into cannibalism in a huge panic.

Not only Japan, Italy, Germany, and even Britain, France, Russia and the United States are the same. Similar things happen all over the world. Sober people have fallen into despair. After falling into despair, they began to look for scapegoats to divert their hearts. despair. But the only thing they can see is their companions.

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Above the 10,000-meter tower, Silby stood up on his knees cruelly: "There is no word in English that is more harmful than that. I don’t need to share my magic power with all mankind. You are too big. Don’t kill me, everyone can just make do with it.”

He walked towards Hoffa step by step: "But in fact, I have to do this, and you must fight me to the end!"

Hoffa pointed at him tremblingly: "You..."

boom! boom! boom!

The explosions on the ground went round after round, faster and faster, and even the Iberian Peninsula under their feet was quickly spread by war.

Silby approached step by step: "What kind of suppliers are there for what they need. Do you think they don't know that they are dreaming? Of course they do, but they just don't want to wake up."

"you.....!!"

Hoffa was horrified, and he didn't expect that he would be more crazy after he was sober than before. He wanted to walk towards Silby, but the side effects of the Flowing Curse held him back.

Countless crazy thoughts poured into his mind from all directions. It was the crazy desire of countless dreamers, "Let us go back and prosper again, let us go back, prosper again, let us go back! Prosper again!!! "

"what!!"

Hoffa knelt on the ground holding his head, the sound almost tore his brain into a pile of paste. Countless people are eager to return to their dreams, hoping to return to the responsive Garden of Eden, but they have not succeeded. Their desperate voices reached Hoffa's ears through their hearts, and in the bottom of his heart, he was tortured almost mad.

"what!!!"

He grabbed his head, stumbling around on the high platform frantically, falling, climbing, and falling again, as if doing so could throw out the sound in his brain.

But that didn't help.

The sound is getting louder, like a landslide, like a tsunami, like a hurricane! While they were ruining the world unscrupulously, they also had an unprecedented impact on Hoffa's mind.

Silby looked at Hoffa sadly: "You think your opponent is me, but as Ravenclaw, your opponent will always be the greed, ignorance, and ignorance of this world."