Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

On the mountainside, a gust of wind blows through, and the military uniforms on the two of them are hunting. Norbert retracted Wand, pushed Wand back to his waist, holding his arms, waiting for Gellert's reply.

Gellert squinted. Over the years, they have done everything possible to infiltrate each Secret Realm, rushing around the world, looking for clues to the Dragon's treasure. They didn't expect to be noticed when they approached the end of the journey.

He doesn't know if this is in his teacher's plan, but he doesn't want to make a decision rashly. The young alchemist in front of him is not someone who is easy to deal with either.

Thinking about it for a moment, he lifts the head: "That’s good, you let me go to the top of the mountain first, if after more than five hundred years, I can still find a dragon egg on the top of the mountain, Or a Dragon, you can talk to Fatir personally about the transaction."

Norbert stood motionless in place, with doubts in his eyes, as if he did not believe that he would agree so readily.

Gellert: "Why, you don't want to?"

Norbert touched the chin thought for a moment, grabbed Gellert's arm, "Let’s go up together."

tone barely fell, the two disappeared in place.

At the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, when the Disapparation was squeezed out, the cold wind cut on the skin like a blade, and the suffocation rushed to Gellert’s brain. This is an altitude of five kilometers above sea level, and the oxygen is extra Thin. The top of the mountain is covered with white snow all the year round, and the deep place is almost no ankle. And the hot African continent under his feet is as far away as another world.

He stretched his neck and looked around. There is a volcanic crater with a diameter of 2400 meters and a depth of 200 meters. The four walls of the mouth are covered with a huge ice layer, with huge icicles standing at the bottom, covered with ice and snow, like a huge jade basin. The scenery is beautiful and psychedelic, without the slightest trace of artificiality.

Gellert stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. There was a crackling sound beside him, and another silhouette Disapparation came to him.

Norbert .Hagrid Disapparation stands on the top of the mountain frowning,

"Here? There is Dragon...?"

"I don't know, you bring me up That's it."

Gellert shrugged.

"What is your attitude?" Norbert gloomy asked.

Gellert remained unmoved at all, jumped off the ice, and looked everywhere.

Norbert gave Gellert a suspicious look, jumped off the ice, and looked everywhere.

The volcanic crater is so silent that there is no sound, and the temperature is extremely low. It is hard to imagine that the latitude here is close to the equator. Although Gellert seemed inadvertent, his eyes remained firmly locked on Norbert's body, his palm pressed against the wand handle on his waist.

He has never been here, let alone the location of the legendary Dragon treasure. He just obeyed Fatir's orders and came to look for clues to the existence of the tomb. To be honest, he was also surprised. There are ice cubes everywhere in this place. Can Dragon really survive here?

When he walked near a huge blue ice layer, Gellert squinted his eyes, his heart twitched, and he felt something.

Faintly discernable spiritual power is floating in the air. This spiritual power is extremely weak, and you can't detect it if you don't perceive it carefully.

He glanced slightly at Norbert, who was standing on the other side. Obviously he didn't feel anything strange, he still stretched his neck and looked around.

Gellert felt a little more relieved. He closed his eyes, perceiving the environment with all his strength, and moved little by little to the edge of the ice.

On the edge of the boulder, he found the source of this psychic energy. At the corner of the ice layer, under a transparent ice layer, he saw a stone engraved with a small circle mark.

There is a triangle and a vertical strip in the ring, which are chiseled very casually and simply.

Gellert immediately understood that he had found a place.

He bit his finger quietly and made a blood mark on the ice, which was hidden in the ice. Afterwards, he wandered around in the vicinity without incident and returned to Norbert's side.

Norbert turned his head immediately, and asked a little annoyed: "What the hell is there, there is no bird feather?"

"Why don't you ask Agareth What about Vasak himself?"

Gellert shrugged regretfully: "Let me say, the area here is not ten square kilometers. If there is a dragon, I think you would have seen it a long time ago."

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"Have you felt the traces of magic?"

"You are a wizard and an internationally-owned alchemist. I should ask you this question."

Norbert is anxious: "The letter clearly says that Agareth's treasure is on the most peak in Africa."

"Maybe the letter you picked up was a prank." Gellert said.

Norbert's face sank from this rather mocking sentence.

Gellert squinted at him, and calmly said: "It may be on other mountains, isn't it? There are so many mountains on the African continent. Do you dare to say that the most peak must be this one?"

Norbert gloomy's face improved slightly.

"Really?"

"If you don't look for it, how can you know if it's true or false."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand: "wand pay me back , If you don’t go any further, those African wizards will be aware of the clues."

Norbert still hesitated.

Gellert: "Please, don't you want to cooperate? There is no reason to confiscate partner wand?"

"That's not enough."

Norbert Take out the wand and pass it over.

"I will go back and look up the information, and I will come to you again if I have a clue."

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In the barracks under the mountain, the weather was as hot as a steamer, and at noon in the African continent, the sun was terrifying.

black haired youth Jacob Bohan sat on the camp bed and stared at the silver-haired youth next to him.

Fatier De Lasse is holding a fleshy insect and teasing a strange-looking young dragon.

The black young dragon is only palm-size. It is like a cloud of smoke, wrapped in the shadow of his fingers by the sun, circling constantly.

"Hey, Fatir, you won't really trust that kid."

Suddenly, Jacob asked.

Fatir lifts the head differently: "What?"

"I said, you are the one who trains the dragon, why do you always take him with him."

"Why didn't I take him? He is my student and has been with me for more than ten years."

"But he is an outsider after all." Jacob said, "You are like this. Exposing the family secrets to him, have you thought about what if he turns back in the future? I don’t want everyone in the world to learn your dragon training skills."

"Jacob."

Fatier flicked his fingers and took back the black smoke.

"I trust Gellert as if I trust myself."

"I don't know the so-called, where did your trust come from?"

Jacob twitched his lips , Disdainfully said: "I heard that he was expelled by Durmstrang, right?"

"Who has not been expelled."

Fatir drowsily said, "The school It's not a place for smart people."

"Cut."

Jacob dismissed, "Forget it, don't argue about this, should we go to the bar for fun? "

"Just drinking?"

"If you were a woman, it would be almost the same."

Fatier sighed: "Bohan, you don't know Have I liked your sister for a long time?"

"Really, I won't tell her."

Jacob dug up his earwax. I'm suffocated."

Fatier rubbed the temple.

"Please, go out and play by yourself. Just do me a favor, okay?"

Jacob raised his eyebrows, picked up a cigarette, and threw his military uniform on On his shoulders, "You guy, compared to when I was a kid, you have changed so much."

"Hmm."

Fatier didn't care about him very much. expression.

Jacob stretched out rather boringly, opened the curtain, got out of the camp, and went to the bar near the army.

This is a place for officers to rest, so private soldiers naturally cannot come in. But this is not a problem for the wizard, he flicked his fingers, and the private uniform on his body became a second lieutenant uniform.

He ordered a beer in front of the bar. At this moment, he saw a woman drinking beer alone next to him.

She is about twenty-five years old, wearing a camisole, a straw hat, and golden hair. She looks like a war reporter. She has a tall nose and big eyes, and she is very beautiful.

Jacob was bored, so he sat down with the cup, "Hey."

The woman glanced at him and laughed: "Hey."

Jacob: "I think your money can't be used here anymore."

"Why, are you a treat?"

Jacob said to the bartender:" I'll invite you in the next round."

The woman gave him a blank look, "Go away, I'm not interested in you."

"It's just that I'm not interested in some aspects, miss. "

He laughed, extend the hand: "Jacob."

"Daisy."

The bartender brought the wine, Jacob pushed the goblet over .

"I've been looking at you just now, Daisy, I think your job is a bit hard."

"Do you know what I do?" The woman said grimly .

Jacob got closer and said with a smile: "I don’t know, but I think I can do a job that makes you happy, whether it’s part-time, full-time, or part-time job. Yes."

"Can I fire you?"

The female reporter can't help but draw her hair together.

"Of course."

Jacob held up the cup. "It's best to get a work-related injury."

The two cups touched, and they sat closer.

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At two o’clock in the afternoon, Gellert touched the brim of his hat, lowered his head, and wiped with some soldiers Passing by, he didn't want to cause other disputes, after all, he had friction with people in the army for a few days.

After returning to the camp, he found that his teacher Fatir was sitting outside the camp with Erlang's legs up, holding a cigarette, and an annoyed and helpless expression.

"What's wrong?"

Gellert asked in a low voice: "Why didn't you go in?"

Fatier pointed behind him helplessly, Gellert's side The first time I heard it, I heard a faintly discernable gasp from the camp, and opened the curtain to take a look.

He saw Jacob and a blonde female reporter tumbling on the bed with his clothes falling on the floor. The air is full of youth and growth.

A flash of disgust flashed in Gellert's eyes, and he lowered the curtain. Sitting next to teacher Fatir.

"Don't be surprised, he is like this."

Fatier sighed and hit Gellert on his shoulder, said with a smile: "How about it, did you find it?"

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Gellert rolled the eyes and did not speak.

Seeing this expression, Fatir's expression was lifted, and he was overjoyed: "Did you find a clue?"

"Yes, you are right. That guy is really related to the Death Saint "

"Very good! I'll go with Jacob to say." Fatir was excited to turn around and drill into the camp.

But when he heard this, Gellert's face sank, he grabbed Fatir and pointed to the camp, "You really think that guy is reliable, that guy who thinks with his ass?"

Fatir was taken aback: "Gellert...?"

"Listen, Fatir." Gellert emphasized in a low voice:

"This is the hard work of the two of us, both of us! Jacob Bohan? Ha, he has no ideals to change the world at all. He just wanted to gamble and lose money, so he got in. He just wanted to dig. To the dragon egg to sell a large sum of money, so as to continue to be his playboy."

"Ah..."

Fatier sighed: "Here again , Gellert, you forgot, where did our clues come from? We came to this step with the help of others. Jacob is my family and my friend. I can’t just abandon him like this."

"Our philosophy is far beyond a family and a country. You shouldn't do it for..."

"Enough." Fatir's voice became more serious:

"Gellert, needless to say. I don't know how to do that. Can you stand on my side and think about it?"

Gellert silently looked away The zebra in the African continent did not speak.

Fatier got closer,

"Hey, just this time, I promise that next time I will never bring other people to our adventure."

Gellert stared at the teacher's eyes for a while, nodded, not entangled in this question,

"Do you know Norbert Hagrid?"

"I know, that Alchemist, what's the matter?"

Gellert: "I haven't told you yet, that guy is also a trouble..."

"What's the trouble?"

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The two were talking, and the curtain of the camp behind them was lifted by a black haired youth. Jacob, who was fucked, came over. He tied his belt and asked Gellert with a smile: "You are on the top of the mountain." Huh?"

Along with his questioning, a bare-shouldered woman walked out of the tent, and she kissed Jacob deeply. This action caused Gellert to frown again, and he turned his head.

Aware of Gellert’s displeasure, Jacob who kissed the woman gave a chuckle, patted the female reporter’s buttocks, "See you at night."

He walked away with his jacket.

Gellert took a deep breath, turned his head, extremely cold:

"Go up, but the guy Hagrid went up with me."

ya Each squinted and rubbed his chin. "Well, how much does he know?"

Gellert: "So much that he wants to get a piece of the pie."

"A piece of the pie..."

Jacob's expression changed slightly, his face gloomy down, he looked towards Fatir: "What do you think."

Fatir thought for a moment.

"Does he know the clue?"

"I don't know, I covered up the clue. Now he thinks the treasure is on the top of another mountain."

"Okay."

Fatier said decisively: "Tonight there is a celebration dinner in the army. All officers must attend. Without further ado, we set off immediately, take the Norbert who didn’t pay attention, and go in first."

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Gellert .Grindelwald glanced at Jacob, sucked his teeth, and said nothing.