Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

A black-purple fist rapidly enlarged in Hoffa's eyes, and the fist was shining with metallic light.

In the flash of lightning, Hoffa had no time to cast the spell, and his wand turned into a lion's head glove and wrapped his left arm.

The conversion life starts.

Life: 6

Life: 7

Life: 8

Most of the magic is turned into life.

Hoffa's arm muscles bulged, and his forehead swelled.

He punched the old woman hard.

Boom! !

The heavy and muffled sound of metal collision.

The old woman in the air was directly hit by the impact and flew out. In the first-class carriage, she knocked down three rows of seats in a row before she could stop.

Hoffa was uncomfortable, and he leaned heavily on the door frame, his arms trembling.

This punch did not seem to be the power of an old woman at all, nor was the power of a boxing brawny.

Not dare to waste time, Hoffa quickly turned his life back to magic power to reduce the dizziness of his magic overdraft.

On the other side, the old woman was not dead, she got up from the ground with difficulty. With a grin, he drew the pistol from his clothes and aimed it at Hoffa.

Hoffa's mental force field, who had been vigilant, immediately wrapped the ground, and the metal on the ground began to turn into palms.

But he hasn't waited for him to finish casting the broken grip.

An emerald green snake was faster. It smashed the roof of the carriage in a sudden, and fell into the carriage like lightning, directly tying the old woman to death.

The serpent was twisted and twisted, and the strength was tremendous.

The old woman was squeezed so that her eyes burst, her bones creaked, and the heavy gun fell to the ground.

She stared at the snake, and the snake stared at her, the snake's head slowly turned into Osivia's upper body, and Hoffa had never seen that expression on her face.

Hatred, anger, hatred, killing intent is boiling! !

She looked at the old woman condescendingly, grabbed her head with her arms, twisted her waist, and the huge snake tail curled up tightly with two soft clicks.

The old woman's head tilted, her spine twisted, and it broke into three pieces and twisted into twists.

In the distance, Hoffa watched this shocking change panting, and it took a while to slow down.

He leaned on the seat, clutched his right arm, and walked slowly to Osivia's side.

"Dead?" he asked softly.

"Yeah." Osivia reverted to a human form and said indifferently, "Looks like a professional killer."

Professional killer?

Hoffa looked pale and glanced at Osivia. She is not very old, but she exudes fierce killing intent, without any discomfort at all.

But the age was different, and Hoffa didn't stick to the matter pedantically. He walked over to the old woman who fell on the ground. Squatted down.

Only then did he really see the person who attacked him or Silby.

It was a wrinkled old woman, her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were dripping with blood mixed with minced meat. It is estimated that the internal organs were squeezed.

Her appearance is no different from that of an ordinary street woman, but the only difference is that her right arm is mechanically constructed.

Hoffa's eyes widened slightly when he saw this thing.

He is well aware of the level of technology in 1939. People in this era can't even use air conditioners, let alone robot arm exoskeleton.

However, it is not right to say that it is machinery, because there are no future high-tech such as wires or chips on it. It is more like a door bolt, operating through transmission and bearings. It looks very old.

"what's this?"

Hoffa asked softly in shock.

"Construct wizard." It was Silby who answered him.

The wheelchair slid near the corpse, he said softly.

"Wizard? Is this a wizard?"

"No, it's a creation controlled by a wizard."

Silby shook his head slightly.

Hoffa: "Can you make it clear?"

"Construct wizard, one of the modern wizards." It was Osivia who answered, holding her arms and staring at the corpse on the ground with frowning brows.

"Such wizards are very obsessed with Muggle technology. They are not only obsessed with Muggle technology, but also obsessed with Muggle weapons."

"They merged Muggle's technology with that of wizards, and even used magic crystals and body surface circuits to replace the flow of magic in the body.

It is a brand-new genre that has been in existence for less than a hundred years. But it already has its own power, which is quite mysterious. Legend has it that these guys can even make Muggles have powers that are not inferior to wizards. "

Magic crystal?

Muggle technology?

Construct a wizard?

He suddenly thought of the flyer he saw on the train.

Half-man church, half-man king?

Is it this organization?

Hoffa looked at his watch, and then at the old woman's mechanical arm on the ground, which was still crackling with a purple arc.

It was this arm that made myself feel bored.

He thought of something, and immediately squatted beside the old woman, and used his magic wand to pick up the clothes on the old woman's arm. On the old woman's robotic arm, he found a purple slot. There is also a purple crystal in the slot.

Sure enough, it is the same technique.

Hoffa decisively pulled out the crystal in the slot.

The crystal shone inexplicably purple, it was prismatic and very thin.

"Magic crystal."

Silby said softly: "It was invented by the Italian wizard, Alessandro Antonio more than 1,000 years ago, to store magic power outside the body."

Hoffa looked at the magic crystal, then he inserted the purple chip into his watch.

Suddenly, Hoffa's watch clicked open the dial and directly embedded the crystal. Then the dial closed and Hoffa felt a tingling pain in his wrist.

A few needles pierced his skin.

The pointer scale on the dial rotates rapidly.

01, 02, 03, 04

It turns to 05 to stop.

Then, magical power flowed from the dial into Hoffa's body.

Know the sea.

The ratio of magic to life is quickly broken

Magic: 5

Magic: 6

Magic: 7

Magic: 8

Magic: 9

The ratio of his magic power to life has come to 9:1

In the beginning, the overdraft of magic power was quickly replenished, making him feel like a long drought. But soon, Hoffa was quite uncomfortable, which was an unusually swelling pain.

It seems to be swollen after drinking water and eating and eating.

He shook his watch, and the magic in his body was pulled out of his body again and returned to the dial.

His body has restored the balance of 5:5, and even the soreness of his forearm has recovered a lot.

But the magic index in the dial also dropped to 04.

At this moment, Hoffa has a clearer understanding of his watch. He can extract the magic power from the magic crystal in the watch to supplement himself, just like a fuel tank is attached to a car.

Seeing that Hoffa had been playing around with the watch, Silby asked, "Are you all right."

Before Hoffa spoke, Osivia suddenly strode forward, pulling Silby out of the blanket with one hand.

Hoffa didn't react at all.

Silby was held high in the sky and swayed, revealing his body in a transparent stretch suit, and all the limbs under his underwear were shrunken and skinny, resembling a skeleton.

Osivia whispered angrily: "Why would such a person come to you and say! Did you leak the key information?"

Silby was caught off guard and furious for a while: "What are you doing, put me down."

Osivia didn't let it go, but instead, she turned around and pressed Silby against the glass of the fast-moving train corridor with a bang.

The violent wind that leaked from the side caused Osivia's black hair to dance wildly on her forehead.

"Then why the car stopped just when we were passing by here, why would anyone choose to do something here? Is it all arranged?"

"You carry me what I want to say, bastard!?"

With the angry roar, Silby's body began to convulse abnormally, Hoffa immediately stepped forward, snatched his employer from the inexplicably angry Osivia, and placed it in a wheelchair.

In the wheelchair, Silby coughed a few times and sneered: "You asked me about the crime, but I don't know if you noticed it. Three months ago, the Minister of Magic of the Soviet Union died. This secret has long been exposed Up."

Osivia's face was instantly pale, and she trembled, but she couldn't say a word.

The second monk Hoffa Zhang couldn't figure it out, and had no idea what the two were communicating.

But he hasn't waited for him to delve into what the so-called secret is.

There was a rush of footsteps from far to near, and across the glass door of the carriage, Hoffa could see a large number of train attendants coming here with weapons.

Glancing at the old woman's body, Osivia said decisively: "There must be more than one killer in the car. This is a premeditated activity. You can't stay in this car."

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavily armed flight attendants outside shouted some unintelligible words, and then, the flight attendants in the front row raised their guns one after another.

Osivia waved his magic wand decisively, and the door of the carriage was automatically blocked by countless steel beams.

The next second, with intense gunfire.

Rows of bulges appeared on the iron gate, and the flight attendants outside even opened fire without saying a word.

"You carry him, we leave here."

After Osivia spoke, his wand pointed to the roof of the car.

A red light flashed, and the exhaust vent on the roof was blasted open.

She waved her magic wand again, and the metal on the ground hovered, and under the effect of the transformation technique, it turned into a metal staircase.

"Go up," Osivia said.

Needless to remind, Hoffa picked up Silby and quickly climbed out of the carriage. Standing on top of the gusty wind.

He hasn't waited for him to stand firm a little.

There was a crisp bang.

The whole carriage they were in was suddenly cut off from the whole train.

The deceleration and inertia made Hoffa sway for a while, and he felt that things were starting to turn bad.

Osivia quickly climbed onto the roof and said to Hoffa loudly, "Put him down."

"What are you doing?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Don't talk nonsense, I let you let it go." She was shocked, and Hoffa frowned, but still let Silby go.

I saw Osivia raising her eyes and looking out, and then she took Hoffa's arm.

Snapped!

The suffocating squeezing sensation of Apparition appeared again, as if being forced into a rotating rubber tube. The head and limbs were all squeezed into the chest cavity.

Osivia took him Apparition and disappeared in place.

Silby slumped on the roof of the car alone, with his mouth open: "Ah."

On a rock one kilometer from the railroad tracks, Osivia and Hoffa suddenly appeared.

Before taking a few more breaths, Hoffa said in surprise, "Why don't you take two people with you?"

Osivia didn't answer, she squinted and looked into the distance.

Three seconds later, she disappeared in place again.

It seemed that Osivia was going to pick up Silby, and Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief.

boom! ! !

Suddenly, the car in the distance burst open, turning into a mass of red, reflecting the sky under the morning curtain.

The huge fireball from the explosion almost didn't make Hoffa fall.

He finally understood why those people had to cut the carriage! !

"Silby, Osivia?"

Hoffa went through a brain gap for about five seconds.

There was a light click.

The figures of Silby and Osivia appeared on the rock on the top of the mountain.

As soon as he appeared, Silby, with his robe on fire, yelled: "Hey, can't you bring both at the same time!?"

Hoffa, whose brain was blank, slowly recovered his mind. He turned his head in shock and looked at the flames soaring in the distance and the falling fragments.

no doubt.

This is a murder that is extremely well planned.

From the parking, to the old woman, to the flight attendant in the car, to the explosives placed on the rails.

This kind of organizational ability, computing ability, is definitely not something that ordinary organizations can have.

He did not expect that a seemingly simple **** mission would suddenly become so dangerous and terrifying. What is the identity of this guy who can only move his head next to him.

Finally, Silby was the first to break the silence.

He murmured: "Then, where is my wheelchair?"

"At this time, do you still think of your wheelchair?" Osivia said indifferently.

"How can I walk without a wheelchair?" Silby stared.

"Let him carry you." Osivia put his chin on Hoffaeng.

The eyes of the two moved to Hoffa.

But Hoffa slowly raised his head and said, "I was involved in an inexplicable murder. You still want to hide it from me?"

Silby: "I never concealed anything from you."

Hoffa: "Then tell me what these people are related to, and what the key is in your mouth."

Silby glanced at Osivia.

Osivia shook her head in silence.

Silby: "Look, it's not that I didn't say it, but this beauty didn't let me say it."

"In this case, I don't want the last payment." Hoffa said lightly, "Just ask her to send you back. Anyway, you are all people in the know, right."

After speaking, Hoffa turned and walked down the mountain.

The two people on the rock stared blankly at Hoffa's figure walking through the forest.

Suddenly, Silby shouted loudly: "The library!!!"

Osivia took a breath: "Shut up!"

But Silby didn't mean to silence at all.

"A legendary library, a forbidden library of countless top wizards in ancient times. It is said that there are hundreds of forbidden spells in that library. Those who possess it are enough to have the power to master the world!"