Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Chapter 147

The moment the broomstick and muggle collided, time seemed to stagnate in this brief moment.

In the blue and black night sky like a curtain, the broom breaks and the branches and sawdust fly. Hoffa lay in the sky, arms forward, like Adam in the oil painting Genesis, while Aglaia's head down, her silver-haired flying face was full of horror, she also extended the hand, trying to hold Hoffa, but the two of them It's a little too close.

In the distance, a German BF-109 fighter jet turned 180 degrees on its side. It spewed out of flames and vowed to kill the two weird people it saw.

Below the two of them is the Britain Spitfire fighter jets, which are like whales going to sea.

In a flash, Hoffa activated the only active state that can be used, his arm stretched out, and he took Agleia's arm dangerously and dangerously.

He jumped away from the broomstick that was completely scrapped. The other hand snapped the flying Spitfire like lightning.

Black's nails penetrated the glass at the top of the cabin, and in Aglaia's crazy screams, Hoffa took her to grab the vertical plane, like a rock climbing expert on a cliff.

The pilot in the Britain Spitfire was also dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the young man in the sky buckled in the top cabin of his plane. What happened before him completely exceeded the world outlook and outlook on life he had accumulated for more than 20 years.

"whathell......"

Bang peng~ peng~!!

His loss of consciousness at this moment is fatal.

The German pilot did not let go of his weak spot. The bullets in the air passed by like shiny golden snakes.

Next second.

The frustrated Britain pilot was directly sifted by the German pilot in the distance, his brain shot all over, and the blood shot Hoffa in the face.

The aircraft lost control. It was shot in multiple places and turned over. With this flip, Hoffa, who was originally vertical like a rock climbing, hung upside down in the sky, like a fitness athlete grabbing a horizontal bar.

"What should I do!"

Among the various voices, Aglaia's cry was inaudible at all. She was caught in Hoffa's hands, with a height of nearly a kilometer below her feet, and a muggle fighting aircraft that had begun to smoke above her head.

Hoffa glanced at Aglaia and let go of her hand decisively. She fell down.

"Ah! Asshole!!!"

The young girl cried out in despair.

Descent by half a meter, she stopped her figure.

It turned out that Hoffa clamped her with her legs. She looked up and saw Hoffa free her hands and inserted one of the hands into the buckle of the plane booking. His arms violently violently pulled away. The glass roof of the plane.

The pilot who was sieved was like a rag doll, rubbing the two of them, and fell down under the influence of Earth's gravity.

At this moment, the plane has also passed through the clouds and is falling rapidly downwards, and they have already left the range of England. Below is the turbulent Atlantic Ocean.

At this altitude and speed, there is no difference between hitting the Atlantic Ocean and hitting concrete ground.

Hoffa was extremely concentrated. He pulled the popped-up glass window and climbed into the plane, and then slammed the control lever of the plane.

The damaged aircraft turned over 180 degrees, from the belly up to the belly down.

The huge mechanical force turned Hoffa and Aglaia The whole thing was dumped.

Aglaia dared not look at anything. She covered her eyes and bit her mouth firmly.

Even though each step is as thrilling as a tightrope walk, Hoffa is surprisingly calm, the plane reverses, and he sits in the bloody cabin under gravity, throwing Aglaia aside .

Aglaia looked behind her and found that the German plane was still chasing behind her. She screamed: "That person is still chasing us!"

Hoffa didn't look back. He said: "You are a wizard, take out some ability!"

"What should I do!"

"Shield curse!"

Hoffa Staring at the close and numerous operating panel that was completely incomprehensible in front of him, he grasped the joystick in his hand and pulled it up suddenly.

The plane was suddenly pulled up at a height of ten meters above the sea. The bullet crackle hit the sea, splashing two rows of high water.

Aglaia was prompted, she propped up the shield with one hand, pulled out wand with the other hand, and shouted at the plane behind her: "All shattered!"

The blue light shot at the BF-109 fighter.

The German pilot behind him didn't know what the blue light meant, but it didn't affect him by pulling the joystick, avoiding the smashing spell, and flying into the clouds in the sky.

Rumbling sound bursts.

The two planes are on and off.

Looking at the flickering and dangerous opponent in the sky, Aglaia asked Hoffa anxiously.

"Don't you fight back?"

Her voice was very fuzzy in the wind.

"Not yet, this plane is going to be dying!"

Hoffa pulled the joystick, and the control of the broken plane became more and more difficult. It braved black smoke and fire, swaying like a drunkard in the sky.

The multi-colored buttons on the operation panel are completely beyond Hoffa's understanding. He gritted his teeth, looked at the faint coastline in the distance, and immediately made a decision in his heart. I can't swim, and fighting back now is undoubtedly bring about one's own destruction.

But when I fell into the Atlantic Ocean at this position, I didn't know how to die.

The only thing he can do now is to stay as close to the coast as possible before the plane crashes into orbit.

But the opponent did not give him too much opportunity, and the German BF-109 dived again, and the M2 machine gun on the fighter jet burst into flames.

Hoffa turned the joystick abruptly, and the Britain Spitfire lifted off diagonally, trying to avoid the bullet.

But as a layman, he was a professionally trained pilot opponent. His escape route was instantly seen through by the opponent. The German pilot skillfully activated the machine gun of the wing, and the tail of the Hoffa aircraft was instantly broken into pieces. .

At this moment, the plane lost its balance and fell to the surface of the sea. The burning belly had touched the sea, and soon the turbulent waves hit the plane's propeller.

Hoffa extend the hand, the shield in his hand flickered a few times, like an old-fashioned TV screen with poor signal, the medicine efficacy of potion water prohibition has not passed.

Damn! !

He retracted his hand and pulled the joystick firmly.

I don’t know if it’s really effective or inertial. The falling plane bounced unexpectedly, as if instantly as lithe as a swallow, rising to a height of 15 feet again, and hitting head-on with the cyclone in the air.

But this is just a moment of reflection.

After the last liftoff, the aircraft completely lost power and its altitude gradually decreased.

Hoffa looked up at the German plane high in the sky. He simply didn't mean to land. He didn't make any more strafe attacks, he was just like a professional vulture, hanging from a distance, waiting for the destruction of his opponent.

Even though the sky is hundreds of meters away, Hoffa can feel the coldness of the muggle pilot in the BF-109 fighter. Didn't he die in Silby's hands, but was about to be killed by an ordinary soldier? It's really a shame in the wizard...

The thought flashed past.

The plane hit the Atlantic Ocean.

A big wave more than one meter high hits head-on. In the screams of Aglaia, the burning plane rolled and crashed into the sea.

It exploded suddenly.

bang!!

At the moment of the explosion, Hoffa's eyes flashed by rays of light. Fortunately, the effect of banning potion water is finally over.

He restored the ability to use magic. A pair of huge wings spread out from his back, he hugged Aglaia tightly, and the wings wrapped the two of them together.

The flames and the ocean engulfed the two of them. He held Aglaia in one hand, pinched his nose in the other, and fell down.

With the passing of magic power, Hoffa's wings become harder and harder. This is so, he still feels countless pieces of iron stuck in his wings.

The sea is not deep. After falling ten meters, he touched the seabed.

The gurgling bubbles surged, and there was a dull sound of water and rumbling popping in my ears. Before he breathed a sigh of relief, the propeller of the broken plane's nose stirred sideways like a meat grinder. Hoffa's eyes widened and struggling to step on the seabed, letting through the terrifying aftermath of the explosion.

The propeller hummed on the seabed, shaking up large patches of sand.

......

In the air, seeing the explosion of the plane, the German pilot relaxed, he pulled up The plane disappeared into the air quickly and decisively.

Ten seconds after the rumbling sound of the airplane disappeared, the fire on the sea fainted.

Seabed, the flame on the top gradually disappeared. Several frightened cod swam past Hoffa's eyes. He pinched his nose and looked at Aglaia, who had fallen into unconsciousness, and opened his wings again behind his back.

He kicked the ground and flew upwards.

oh la la!

He broke through the water, holding Aglaia, and got out of the water.

The night is deep. He still vaguely caught a glimpse of a dark object flying eastward, and its rays of light faintly discernible gradually disappeared. That is a German fighter plane.

He is gone.

Hoffa was relaxed, he was drenched and his clothes were all attached to his body. His mouth was full of salty sea water, he spit hard, and took Aglaia's out of the sea.

The waves gleamed in the dark night, and the waves smashed by hands were like mercury in ink.

A dark coastline can be seen in the distance. This is the only thing to be thankful for.

He doesn't know how to water. Fortunately, the sea surface is very buoyant. He slapped his wings vigorously to free himself from the sea surface.

The coast looked very close, but it was actually very far away. It took him several minutes to fly before he flew over.

The wings vibrated, and Hoffa hugged the limp Aglaia and quickly glided from the sea to the shore.

As soon as he landed ashore, he rolled to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath, and the wings that were born from the deformation of the human body quickly retracted and disappeared.

He looked at his magic power watch, the magic power dropped by more than half, then he looked at the girl in his arms.

Aglaia probably choked a lot of water, and is now convulsing.

Hoffa laid her flat on the ground and began to press her chest with both hands.

As soon as he pressed it, Aglaia sprayed a water arrow from his mouth, just like the Jenny Turtle, spraying Hoffa's face.

Scourge...

Hoffa touched the water on her face and pressed it harder.

She stopped spraying after a few squirts. But I didn't see her waking up. Hoffa was afraid that she had suffered some terrible injuries, so she opened her clothes to see if she was injured.

I just opened the clothes on my lower abdomen, revealing a white belly, and a weak voice came faintly.

"I'm okay, what are you doing?"

Hoffa looked sideways, Aglaia has now woken up, with large ghost-like blue eyes looking at him .

He was helpless, sitting upright and sighing: "What are you doing, I'm afraid you are dead."

Aglaia held himself up by elbow and looked at the sky. Looking at Hoffa again, a look of excitement suddenly appeared on his face: "We are alive~!!!"

Mom's mental retardation...Hoffa didn't answer, and his expression gradually became indifferent. He had just consumed too much energy, and now he has entered the state of a sage with blank thinking.

...

Aglaia didn’t know what she was still talking about in Barabara. After talking for a long time, when she saw that the young man suddenly stopped moving and didn’t speak, she extended the hand It shook before his eyes, but found that he didn't even blink his eyes.

She pushed Hoffa a few times, but he was still motionless. It looks like a clay sculpture Bodhisattva.

"Weirdo..."

She murmured, got up and looked around. At this time, it was almost nine o'clock, and the night was getting darker. Here is a gray sandy beach, behind which is an unfamiliar bush forest, with thick dead branches and fallen leaves scattered among the forests. They were accidentally thrown onto this unknown land without even knowing their geographic location.

The sea breeze howled, and she shuddered, so she went into the woods and started collecting firewood. Soon, she dragged a dozen firewood back to Hoffa's side and built a tripod.

She pulled out wand: "flaming flames."

The firewood was instantly ignited, she took off her wet shoes, squeezed the seawater out of the stockings, and then sat cross-legged barefoot. On the beach next to Hoffa, he started to squeeze the sea water in his hair.

The two faced the sea like this, looking at the deep blue starry sky above the sea. The sea breeze bursts, and the fire light shines on the faces of the two of them, and the surrounding is very quiet.

The bonfire turned the surrounding temperature, and gradually, the side effects of Hoffa's activation state disappeared. Like a thigh cramp, the blood rushes back after the soles of the feet are numb.

He moved a bit and regained his sanity.

"How are you?" Aglaia felt it, and asked, letting go of her hair.

After returning to normal, Hoffa didn’t have a lot of good looks:

"Please tell me before taking the medicine, do you know?"

"I know." Ah Glea waved his hand indifferently.

"Can you kinda avoid a catastrophe." Hoffa said sternly, "Do you know how dangerous it was just now? Do you want us to be like the muggle pilot?"

"Stop preaching, did you succeed?"

Aglaia looked at the black sky, and then at the rough sea, pouting, "I didn't expect it." When encountering such a thing, no one can think of it. It is not planned at all."

"Planning..." Hoffa shook her head, not wanting to ignore her.

Aglaia mumbled a few words herself, and seeing Hoffa ignored her, she hesitated for a moment and gritted her teeth:

"Okay, I'm wrong, is it all right?"

Hoffa glanced at her and fiddled with the campfire silently. I felt a bit uncomfortable in my heart. If it weren't for myself, the pilot might have survived.

Aglaia sat a little closer, and fiddled with the flames: "This is my first job. I will regenerate and reacquaint myself."

Hoffa sneered: "You Do you want to come again?"

"Of course..." Aye! "

Aglaia sneezed and interrupted the conversation.

She slapped her mouth and said in a low voice, "At least this is more interesting than staying at home. . ”

Hoffa looked towards Aglaia beside him, couldn’t help but sighed: “Okay, happy birthday. "

Aglaia smiled, and the right hand made a fist in the air.

Hoffa also shook her left hand and touched her.

But this is not over yet. After finishing her fist, she pulled Hoffa.

"Trojan~"

She gave him a generous and resounding kiss on his face.

Hoffa was caught off guard and hurriedly retracted.