Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The giant dragon roared across the sky, and the crowd ran in the city like crazy, but they couldn't see the giant dragon.

In the absurd city, they shed tears, they collapse, they face their inner loneliness, they are miserable, they cannot vent their emotions, they either go crazy in silence or die in carnival .

A week later. On the hillside of an unknown seaside town, Hoffa woke up from his nightmare, he looked pale, and his back hurt under the dilapidated wooden bed.

After a while, his golden eyes returned to focus.

At this moment, it has been about a week since Hogwarts' crazy experience. During this week, the emptiness dragon flying around the world and his soul link made Hoffa have been experiencing nightmares and hallucinations.

He can dream of the other party's location, the other's thoughts, and the other's behavior, just as Harry often dreams of Voldemort, even more frequently and crazily.

He sat up on the wooden bed and heard faintly discernable voices from the hillside outside the door.

"What will happen to him?"

"He is in good health, just like a bull."

Hoffa got up and walked out slowly with bare feet. It turned out that in the early morning sunlight, Fatir and Aglaia were talking by the fire, with two strings of fish stuck in the fire.

"I'm not asking about his body, I mean..."

Aglea pointed to his mind and asked Fatir softly.

"Very few people die more than twice."

Fatier fiddled with the campfire and said casually: "Unless that person completely loses hope."

"So..."

Aglaia saw Hoffa standing by the wooden door and chose to shut her mouth.

Fatir also saw Hoffa, and he was slightly nodded to him.

"Yo, wake up."

"I'll get tea."

Aglaia said, she glanced at Hoffa and walked around the room Rear.

After she left, Hoffa stepped on the snow on the ground and slowly came to the campfire on the hillside and said hello.

"Hi."

"Do you sleep well?"

Fatier asked without looking up.

"en. ”

Hoffa nodded, sitting on a rock.

Put your hand on the fire and look at this man who hasn't seen him a few times since school started.

The guilt and anxiety in my heart are hard to express. Just a week ago, he almost killed the other party's daughter.

But obviously Fatir didn't mean to entangle the past, he straightforwardly pulled out a newspaper from behind and handed it to Hoffa. Hoffa took it and took a look. The content in the newspaper was horrible to see.

In the black-and-white magic photo, a group of people crowded in the city with oil paint on their faces, like Barbarian's crazy mess, including muggle and wizard. The tsunami generally smashed the burning objects in their hands against tall buildings and cars.

Among them, someone put their face close to the camera and shouted frantically, "God is dead!"

Along with laughed heartily, the reporter holding the camera was overwhelmed by the chaotic crowd. land.

Hoffa tightened his fingers and put down the newspaper.

"This country is close to collapse. Everyday all a large number of people die by suicide and homicide."

Fatir said softly, "No one cares about the rules anymore, Hogwarts closed school , Gringotts went bankrupt.

Grindelwald wants to destroy the cornerstone of the entire British society, and his goal is being achieved step by step."

paused, he said: "I have been delayed here for too long Time, the next step for Grindelwald must be other infrastructure, which may be Azkaban or St. Mungo's magic hospital.

Aglaia and I are leaving here today, we are going to stop Grindelwald, and He made a break."

At this moment, Aglaia turned around from behind holding a small cup. She heard Fatir's words and couldn't help cry out in surprise: "Father... ..."

But Fatir didn't pay attention to her, he looked at Hoffa straightforwardly:

"That emptiness giant dragon, someone must also stop it. It walks in the muggle world, chaos and nothingness. It is the source of everything. If he does not disappear, despair and pain will always cover the world."

Aglea sighed, she walked to Hoffa's side, and A hot cup of pine needle tea was handed to him.

Hoffa took it gratefully and took a sip, slightly bitter, but hot.

"Do you want me to defeat that dragon?" he asked softly.

Fatier did not answer, just looked at him.

"I don't know what to do."

Hoffa put down the newspaper, "I'm not sure if I can beat it."

"If someone can beat it That monster, it must be you." Fatir said:

"It was born from you as a monster. Only you can understand its motives and its weaknesses, right?"

Hoffa held a branch and fiddled with the campfire in front of him. After a long silence, he suddenly turned his head:

"Its body."

" What?"

"It does own part of my soul, but its body is not mine. I want to know who made its body."

"If It's just physical life. I think it must be the work of Norbert Hagrid. He used alchemy to extract the lives of other dragons and merge them into a monster."

"Norbert Hagrid?"

Hoffa was taken aback, thinking of her strange adventure during the summer vacation. The wanted man with a full beard face.

"Norbert Hagrid created another body of mine?"

"Yes, speaking of which, I saw him once before."

Teal took out a sticky note from his pocket and handed it to Hoffa:

"If you want to find him, you can follow this map to find it. I left a magic letter on him last time. I don’t have time to find him anymore."

Hoffa looked at the note and thought of the scene in the summer when Norbert finally left him and left alone. That guy, did he really make another himself?

At this moment, Fatir finished his cup of tea. Standing up, "Life is very difficult, I think you will have to face him sooner or later."

Hoffa put away the note, "I understand."

"Very good "Fatier was nodded with satisfaction.

Turning around and patted Aglea’s shoulder: "If there is anything I want to say, hurry up, we are going to set off soon."

After that, he walked off the hillside. Going down, disappeared in the whirling shrubs, leaving only Hoffa and Aglaia by the winter bonfire, facing each other.

Aglaia looked at Hoffa and seemed to have a lot to say to him, but they only exchanged glances with each other, and then they understood each other's thoughts, and now they couldn't back away.

In the end, she couldn’t say anything wonderful, she just looked at Hoffa: "You’re good, don’t do stupid things."

Hoffa nodded: "I understand "

Fatier left Hoffa with Aglaia after eating a simple breakfast. They rode on the dragon and disappeared into the sky.

At this moment, he was sitting alone by the campfire, facing the ocean in the distance, and opened the paper like a navigation map that Fatir gave him.

On the paper, an arrow points to the Hebrides Islands in the distance.

After confirming his position, he silently turned and embarked on an unknown journey. This is the second time he has performed Norbert's mission, but this time, it is no longer for adventure and excitement, but for his own salvation.

......

......

Northern Sea island, Azkaban prison.

On the ground, blood was winding and flowing, scattered rocks and batons, the bodies of countless jailers fell on the ground, some limbs were twisted into twists, and some heads were knocked open. Even some bodies were forcibly torn in half.

A silver giant dragon Patronus occupies a high place in the dungeon. Its cold eyes look all around. Such a scene does not seem to cause any fluctuations in it. The dementor of Azkaban was fluttering in the corner under the rays of light of Patronus.

Countless groups of prisoners wearing blue and white striped prison uniforms gathered under the giant dragon Patronus. They raised their heads, and their bodies were covered with still warm blood.

Unexpectedly, they all maintained the state of absolute silence.

Ding ding dong dong’s percussion sounded from the prison of the University of Nova Scotia. It was the sound of the joints and the iron railing.

A man with pale hair stroked the cold iron railing with his slender fingers, tapping the iron face.

His right hand drags a man with a beaten bloody nose and swollen face. The man is wearing a black cloak and is the warden of Azkaban.

Plop!

The warden fell to the ground from the steps and was surrounded by countless prisoners who had been depressed for several years.

The warden looked up and saw the intertwined expressions of anger and worship in the eyes of the prisoners, but the fanaticism was as hideous as a wild beast. This scene almost made him faint.

Grindelwald stood on a high place and scanned for a week:

"Prison, a special product of human civilization, a machine that robs time and hope. You are imprisoned here for reasons such as murder and Looting, treason, and violence. From a moral point of view, you are all incurable thugs and criminals.

But in my opinion, these morals are rules, and all rules are Lies, in the world, there is only one rule. There should only be one rule, the survival of the fittest."

Those prisoners rioted.

Grindelwald: "I have a natural liking for those who dare to break the rules. We are humans, and the original sin of humans exists in everyone. And sometimes, humans do not have the right to make a choice... .... Isn't it?"

He finished speaking slowly, and there was applause like thunder and lightning in the prison. The enthusiasm and hope in their eyes are even greater, which is the look in the savior's eyes.

The applause will cease, and the ground rang flustered and exasperated:

"Madman!!! monster!!! Devil!!!"

It turned out to be a classic The warden roared, he struggled to prop up his body, pointed to Grindelwald and cursed: "You wait, someone will come to pack you..."

"I will prove to you ."

Grindelwald interrupted him slowly, slowly but firmly: "That is-the warden. In the face of certain times, he will become like you."

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He snapped his fingers.

"Schmidt."

In the shadows in the distance, another man walked out step by step. He was tall and wore heavy fetters. He looked at Grindelwald with eyes full of With tears and respect.

Grindelwald indifferently said: "It's time to dedicate yourself."

"Yes."

Schmidt said, he stepped forward and collapsed The warden squatted down in front of him. Tuck a handful of sharpened iron pieces into the hands of the warden.

The warden looked at the iron piece in his hand with a stunned look.

Grindelwald: "Warden Vincent, you have two options, one is to kill Schmidt, so that you can join us and continue to live in this absurd world. The other , Was killed by my friend."

"I XX you, let's eat shit! Do you think I will listen to you?" The warden roared.

"You only have 5 seconds, and Lutrov will give you five seconds to kill him."

"You are an anti-social lunatic, a lunatic !"

The warden gasping for breath cursed: "Destined to always be nailed to the shame of the wizard."

Grindelwald remained unmoved and stretched out a palm: "5,"

The countdown begins.

The warden was trembling, staring at Grindelwald.

And Schmidt Rutrof looked at Grindelwald with affectionate one-knee kneels.

"4," Grindelwald put a finger away.

"Mad man...you crazy man..."

The warden was breathing fast, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"3,"

Grindelwald put a finger away again, counting down like a machine with indifference.

"3!!!"

All the prisoners stared at the two people in the field with wide-eyed eyes, short of breath and clenched fists. They couldn't help but start with Grindelwald. After the countdown, the voice resounded through the prison.

The warden looked at the iron piece in his hand.

"You...you are mentally ill!"

The warden trembled like chaff, and cold sweat came out from every corner of his body.

"2."

Grindelwald raised his brows, grinned with a smile, and almost followed closely from behind, putting away the last finger.

"1."

At this moment, the invisible pressure is like the last straw that crushes the camel.

The warden struggled to get up, and a sharp iron piece was inserted into Rutrov's neck, who was kneeling on the ground. As the blood spurted, the ground instantly became red.

The iron piece was pulled out, and the warden looked at the red iron piece in his hand, and then looked at Lutruv who was still standing still. For a time, two trembled, the iron piece fell to the ground. Under the tremendous pressure, he collapsed on his knees and cried loudly.

Grindelwald bent down and touched Lutrov’s cheek with his hand, "You are the best angel."

Schmidt Lutrov smiled , Fell to the ground. He died of anger.

Grindelwald straightened up, not looking at the warden on his knees, nor the dying Schmidt Lutrov. He stared into the void, stubborn and arrogant.

This moment.

Tsunami-like cheers resounded through the prison, like a paradise lost in the last days. In this all black, no daylight cage for so long, no one wants to stay here anymore.

The screaming continued for less than a second, then stopped.

Grindelwald raised a finger, calmly said:

"I decided to take some people out of here to do something more meaningful. But you guys want to go out with me , Is also conditional."

Grindelwald waved his fingers, and accompanied by a loud bang, all the steel bars on the prisons flew out, and they were scattered all over the place in front of the prisoners.

Grindelwald looked around for a week, stepped over Schmidt’s corpse, and the crowd split into two rows automatically. He indifferently said:

"Here only half of the people can go out. , I only want the best person. As a passport to freedom, find your opponent and kill your opponent."

After that, he wandered through the prisoner, look steadily forward,

Leave only the group of prisoners behind looked at each other in blank dismay.

Finally, I don’t know who rushed to the ground first and hit the iron rod. This action was like igniting the explosive fuse, pushing the entire prison into complete disorder and madness.