Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

1913, Africa, Mount Kilimanjaro

A small town on the border of Tanzania.

Some sporadic fires ignited by the fighting illuminate the streets. The heat in the air is like boiling lava, shrouded in night. A row of war horses ran across the mountain road, and their horses hoof stepped on the yellow ground to roll up dust in the sky.

The ponytail dragged a group of young girls. Those young girls were bound with their hands, and ran forward stumbled by the rope.

On horseback, British soldiers in black shoulder-length suits are carrying shotguns and holding torch. Their expressions are full of enthusiasm. They are on their way back to the barracks.

Back to the outskirts of the barracks, the soldiers jumped off their horses, and a group of soldiers dragged several black young girls on the mountain. The woman whose hands were cut back by the soldiers had disheveled clothes and disheveled hair. The looks have several points of beauty, some are not even adult.

These all are some Sukuma women, and the perpetrators are soldiers who have not received much education. Their faces are full of yelling expressions. Obviously it is not the first time to do such a thing.

This land is under the high pressure of Britain, and no one cares what happens to a group of black people.

At this moment, the three war horses stopped from far and near, riding three private soldiers in blue canvas uniforms on their horses.

One has the appearance of a teenager, with silver hair and fair skin.

A young man, tall, blond and blue-eyed.

The last young man with black hair, blue eyes, and a piece of grass in his mouth seemed quite daunting.

The blond young man on horseback stared coldly at the chaos in front of him. There was no fanaticism on his face, only indifference.

The black hair man next to him noticed the enthusiasm of his companion flowing under his calm appearance. He vomited the grassroots and warned in a low voice: "Don't make trouble, Grindelwald, we still have More important things are to be done."

At this time, a girl over ten years old was dragged past her horse's hooves.

She screamed, half of her cheek bulged high, and she could see a very obvious palm print on it, her right eye had been beaten so that she couldn't open it completely, and it was so swollen that only a gap was exposed. The blood oozing from the nose and the corners of the mouth was flowing everywhere.

The rough-worked clothes were obviously torn by brute force, and the bare dark skin was covered with scratches and blood, which looked a bit harsh.

The man did not speak, but the palm of his hand holding the rein was already clenched.

The black haired youth wanted to talk, but an arm stopped him.

It turned out to be the head of the silver-haired boy who was riding a horse turned his horse's head, "Hurry up, Gellert, don't reveal your identity."

Gellert took a look at his teacher, nodded. , Turned over and dismounted, strode towards the group of soldiers.

Amidst the wailing sounds one after another, a bald soldier was riding on the young girl, twisting frantically. This is a brawny man with a full neck tattoo and extremely muscular. He turned his head in a rough breath, his eyes flushed.

At this time, a palm wearing black leather gloves patted his shoulder.

The bald man who was about to commit violence turned his head and saw a tall blond young man in a normal private uniform, so he fiercely said:

"What are you doing, German , I advise you not to take care of it..."

Before the words fell, the answer to him was a straight punch.

Boom! !

The flesh and the flesh intersect.

He was beaten with a nosebleed, and fell on his back on top of the woman who was holding his chest. The woman screamed and crawled backwards and fled.

The bald robust man holding his nose quickly got up and roared: "You want to die, little bastard?"

Gellert looked at him indifferently, took off his gloves, and moved. Click on the neck. A punch hit him in the face again, this fist momentum is big, power is deep, directly smashing him and rolling into the crowd.

Now, the group of soldiers who were violent prisoners all looked over. Like the fuse of igniting explosives, the desire in the air transforms into violence in a blink of an eye, and the atmosphere is extremely violent.

A group of soldiers quickly surrounded them. Some of them didn't mention their pants, and the dark muddy thing just swayed in the air.

The bald robust man got up and pointed to Gellert.Grindelwald.

"Kill him!"

"Kill this German guy!"

The crowd rushed forward one after another, and two soldiers stopped Gellert’s On the shoulder, the bald robust man took the opportunity to smash Gellert's abdomen with one punch.

"Kill him! Eat his meat!"

"Drink his blood!!"

Amidst the frenetic shouts, Gellert broke free Without the restraint, without the slightest hesitation, with color. Kick on the belly of the bald man.

Grabbing the arm on his shoulder, he directly threw the two soldiers who had restrained him over the shoulder to the ground.

The fighting in the square instantly turned white-hot.

On the other side, the black haired youth on horseback looked at the chaotic battle in the mud and looked towards the silver-haired youth with frown:

"You indulge him so much "

Fatier struck a match calmly and lit a cigarette: "He is my student."

"What about me?"

Jacob asked a little dissatisfiedly: "Can I not listen to what my cousin said?"

Fatier glanced at him, spit out smoke on his face, and said nothing.

The chaotic battle situation quickly became clear. After Gellert took a few punches, he quickly relied on counterattacks to hit several muggle soldiers. His resistance was far beyond ordinary soldiers.

The bald robust man saw that his companions were knocked down by the blond youth, he rushed to the side, picked up a shotgun, and smashed Gellert in the face with the butt.

Gellert didn't use magic. He reacted very quickly and flashed past the butt, hitting his chin with a heavy backhand, and hitting him with an uppercut that hit him dazed and fell heavily to the ground.

Gellert did not conceal the disgust on his face, flew forward, stepped directly on the man's chest, hit the man's face fiercely with three consecutive heavy hammers, with one punch more fierce than one punch.

In the blood splashed, the burly man's nose was forcibly smashed into the face. The enthusiastic cheers around him turned into horrified lows, and he still didn't stop.

Even the expressions of the young women he rescued were frightened.

Fatier’s expression congeals, he flicked off his cigarette, put his hand in his waist, and prepared to dismount to stop it.

At this moment, angry roar came from a distance,

"Enough!"

I saw one wearing a deep blue uniform with a black foot. The short man in black leather boots came quickly. He had a few golden marks on his shoulder. He was an army captain. He grabbed Gellert by the shoulder and yanked him away.

Blood dripped dripping from Gellert's fist. Among them, the white joints could be seen. The bald robust man's face was beaten to blood and blood, and his teeth fell in half.

"What's the situation, fight privately!"

The captain shouted angrily.

The bald robust man covered his face, stumbled and got up from the ground, wailing and hoarsely roaring, "Captain Hagrid, he did it first."

"I haven't seen it. Woman? Don't embarrass me here!"

Captain Angry Roar kicked his bald butt.

"All of them will be locked up for me! Everyone will be locked up for three days!"

A large number of armed soldiers filed out from the other side, their faces are grim, obviously not this group of bullying women Mob. This group of soldiers tied up all the brawlers present. This also includes Gellert.

The bald robust man was dragged back by two soldiers. He roared with blood on his face: "German, wait for me, you will be dead when I come out!"

Gellert wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his middle finger calmly.

This action caused an iron rod to hit his calf.

Captain Hagrid: "Be honest!"

He cursed Gellert angrily, but his eyes were fixed on the silver-haired boy on horseback. There was not much fluctuation or temperature in his eyes. .

Fatier also looked at him, sitting motionless on horseback. Let Gellert be escorted by two soldiers and advanced into the barracks.

black haired youth whispered:

"It's Norbert Hagrid, the alchemist."

"You don't need to remind me, Jacob."

Fatier threw away the cigarette and turned around.

"I still have some understanding of my peers."

"Then what should we do, will the plan change? In case he finds out, our plan to find the Dragon Egg may be Exposure."

Fatier looked up and looked at the towering top of Mount Kilimanjaro, thinking for a moment.

"No hurry, let's proceed according to the original plan. Let's rest for a few days. Wait until Gellert finds the clues."

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The military confinement room is dark and dark, and the air is still filled with a strong stench. It is estimated that some soldiers who had been confined in the past drowned directly in this place.

Every day, except for the opening of a small light-transmitting slit during the delivery time, the rest of the day is out of sight.

In such an environment, Gellert didn't even frown, and both of his hands lay flat on his knees. The darkness and loneliness made him sober. Thinking of the years when he was studying in Durmstrang, he even felt that this place was a little cordial.

Although it was only a momentary thing that he wanted to leave, he did not do so. He still has his own task to complete.

I don't know how long it took, maybe one day, or maybe several days, the door of the confinement room suddenly opened.

A man wearing a brown military uniform and high-top leather boots appeared at the door of the confinement room. He didn't know what candy he was chewing on, and he turned a military stick in his hand.

Gellert knows this man, Norbert Hagrid. On the surface, he is a captain from Britain who is stationed in Tanganyika, but in fact he is a small reputation alchemist in Britain and an alchemist with considerable research in biology.

"Come out, Zorro."

Norbert indifferently said.

Gellert stood up and walked to the door. Norbert held his shoulders, palms to his waist, and pulled out Gellert's wand, pushing him out of the door of the confinement room.

Outside the door, the sun was shining brightly, and there were a few small white silhouettes of wild sheep on the yellow plains, and a group of zebras in the distance, against the backdrop of the green bushes, appeared white flowers.

In these sceneries, one after another barbed wire is entangled discordantly. Between the barbed wire sits one after another hemispherical stone bunkers, some of which are large and small.

Among them, Gellert saw the bald robust man who had fought with him a few days ago, squatting on the height of the bunker, with a bandage on his face, smoking a cigarette while looking at him surly.

Some of the smoking soldiers beside him stood up and pointed their middle finger to Gellert rudely:

"Hey, white rabbit, Cuencato, I greet you!"

"German, clean your mouth!"

"I will stuff you with XX to vomit."

Hagrid didn't mean to stop these soldiers, just like that Take Gellert all the way to the mountain road, and ask as you walk,

"You are very popular here, how long have you been in the army?"

"Two years."

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Gellert look steadily forward following the captain.

"Two years."

The captain gave a chuckle.

"You're quite something."

The two passed through the muggle barracks one after the other, and came to the half-mountain at an altitude of about 500 meters. Here, muggle barracks The noisy sound in the room has already appeared, and it has almost disappeared. More than a dozen birds hovered and flew in the sky, leaving their fast-moving shadows on the ground

Gellert’s expression was solemn, and all directions came a faintly discernable sense of prying and spirit strength. The field told him that here More than one wizard.

In 1913, the cloud of war enveloped the entire wizard world. Various factions and various ethnic groups are fighting each other. All influences are launching a fierce arms race. As the most secret and cutting-edge wizard in the world, it is also inevitable.

When the two walked along the mountain road and came near a huge stone arch, the three appeared in linen robes and wand's silhouette with a hook. They were painted with colorful oil, and there was no emotion in their eyes. These are three African sacrifices.

"What are you doing, don't run into the forbidden land."

One of the African priests said in cold English.

Norbert took out a piece of sheep leather and handed it over with a smile.

"I am the diplomatic ambassador of the International Affairs Department of Britain magic. We would like to visit King Solomon's cemetery."

The black wizard with braids took a look at the sheep leather One glance: "Where is he?"

"He is my subordinate."

Norbert said very politely.

The three wizards stepped aside and said, "Ten minutes and leave in ten minutes. Only visit the cemetery."

Norbert nodded, patted Gellert's shoulder, two people one after the other walked into the stone arch.

As soon as I entered, the archway waved like water ripples, and the two were transported to a clearing halfway up the Kilimanjaro mountain. There was only a solitary stone pile, carved on the stone pile. With a few incomprehensible texts, it looked rather bleak.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Gellert asked Norbert: "This is not like a captain's office..."

"I want to cooperate."

Norbert interrupted him directly.

Gellert's heart chuckles, but he doesn't show it.

"What?"

"I know what you are looking for at Kilimanjaro. I want to cooperate."

"I don't even know you are What to say."

Gellert snort disdainfully.

"Do you treat me as a fool?"

Norbert .Hagrid sneered out a parchment: "It’s a coincidence that I picked it up from the camp of your brother three days ago." "Here it is."

Seeing the sheep leather, Gellert eyes shrank, his eyes immediately became dangerous. He stepped forward, but was immediately held by a wand against his chin.

"Relax, private."

Norbert said with a smile, with playful abuse in his eyes.

"As long as I say a word, the group of men below will come up immediately."

He shook the sheep's leather, revealing the close and numerous African indigenous words on it.

"It just so happens that I learn Swahili well. Would you like me to help translate it?"

Gellert's face turned gloomy and stood still.

"Dragons, the greatest creatures, the most despicable creatures, the darlings of nature, the most efficient killing weapons, and war machines. Only the most unusual and spiritual power wizards can control them.

I will send the last partner of my life back to the highest mountain in Africa, waiting to be awakened one day, and bring the world into the ideal country-Agares Vasak."

Norbert: "Agareth Vasak, do you know who it is?"

Gellert: "A dragon trainer."

"The greatest in history Solomon’s dragon trainer, one of Solomon’s 72 Demon Gods, when his dragon training reached Peak, there were more than 300 dragons serving him. In 1373, he alone could resist a country’s army.

Norbert put away the parchment and pointed to the top of his head: "Africa's highest mountain, huh? Do you still play stupid? Grindelwald. Don't tell me you are here to travel all the way to Kilimanjaro. "

"And then? "

Gellert sighed: "What do you want? "

"Cooperate, I can take your brothers to the top of Kilimanjaro. Without me, you wouldn't be able to get in here. As a reward, I need 1/4/2021 of the total harvest. "

Gellert: "What if I say no?" "

"I will tell the group of man who kept the tombs of your purpose just now, asking me to say that there are still some ways of witchcraft on this side of Africa. "