Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Three days later, Hoffa followed the direction of Fatir’s map and came to a small town by the river. Internal combustion engine fishing boat.

It's just that these fishing boats are already burning with a raging flame at this moment. Blowing black smoke. Countless ghostly silhouettes walked through the dark night sky, they held their heads and shook. Some held bricks and smashed them repeatedly. I don't know what I'm smashing.

Someone tore their body and walked on the street like an insensitive corpse.

There are also people who are like sardines. Wherever the fish swims, they swim wherever they go. They follow the big army, and they don't understand why they want to follow the big army.

The chaos and madness are constantly eroding people's sanity and shocking Hoffa. He began to understand that everyone is the product of loneliness, but few people can really learn to get along with loneliness.

People invented entertainment, invented social, invented order, invented division of labor, invented all kinds of things, the crowd is dependent on the rules to keep warm, once the rules are stripped away.

The entire world will fall into a chaotic and painful primordial state, which is probably what Grindelwald wants to see.

Now, under the attraction of the dragon of nothingness, the hope of the entire world is collapsing in a chained state.

The time left for him is running out.

He looked at the map and strode through the chaotic and crazy crowd. Now, he can only hope that Norbert has not been affected by him.

He didn't go far, he felt the faintly discernable magic power fluctuations, and the fluctuation range was very weak.

Hoffa eyes shined, I was lucky, there is still a wizard in this small town, he followed the magic power fluctuations.

Following the faintly discernable magical fluctuations, Hoffa came to an alley full of domestic garbage. Circles of broken neon lights were shining on the shops on the street, and the dirty water on the ground reflected the rays of light that turned red and blue.

There are close and numerous criss-crossed wires above your head, and the walls are covered with psoriasis-like advertising signs. Seeing this kind of place, Hoffa involuntarily thought of the Wu's Orphanage.

A faintly discernable cry came into Hoffa's ears.

"Let go of me! Let me go..."

There was a crackle in the trash, mixed with someone’s cry ll. As soon as Hoffa turned the corner, he saw several boys about his age stuck in the garbage dump at the end of the alley, kicking something with their feet.

White saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths, their divine ability was red, and they looked crazy.

He slowly approached, and looked at the periphery, these children were actually attacking a tall adult. The man wore a shabby and dirty blouse, and fell on the rain ground, shivering continuously. The rain on the ground has been mixed with a hint of pink.

"Monster, you are a monster......"

The first yellow-haired boy said frantically.

"Here...Evil..."

Another kid said enthusiastically.

"...Let's kill him..."

A boy pulled out a saber: "I can't help it anymore."

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"What anxious... let him die... very happy...?"

The yellow-haired boy stammered and said: "I...I don't want him to die, he is too evil..."

"What should I do..."

"I'm going to cut his limbs into sections, and then save him. Haha."

As he said, he shook his head and laughed.

"It makes sense."

A boy raised the blade, he licked the blade madly, his mouth was full of blood, and then he raised the knife and wanted to The body of the man who fell to the ground was stabbed.

At the moment the sharp blade stabbed, a hand like iron tongs grasped his wrist, making him impossible to move even a little bit.

The big boy turned his head, only to find a strange boy about his age standing beside him. But before he could really see who the boy was, a hand knife fell on the back of his neck, knocking him softly and fainted.

After that, within three seconds, all four chaotic and crazy teenagers passed out. They fell to the ground like torn sacks.

Hoffa sighed, turned to look.

It wasn't until then that he could see clearly which man was shrouded in the middle of the two trash cans. And the man was looking at himself with a pair of beetle-like brown eyes.

Man?

A flash of lightning flashed, illuminating his face.

No, maybe it's not a man, because although this man is big, his face is surprisingly immature and scared. Yes, he is the guy with magic power fluctuations.

Hoffa looked at him for a while, and always felt a little familiar, so he stretched out his hand and said gently: "Hey, are you okay."

Rubeus .Hagrid looked towards the side The young man who was still convulsing and foaming in the trash, his head bowed sharply. He curled up in fear and said nothing.

"Are you okay?" Hoffa tilted his head, "You are a wizard, right?"

"I am not I am not..."

The big man covered his face in horror and stepped back, but behind him was a wall, unable to go back.

Hoffa looked at the other person's face carefully. It was so similar to Norbert, a trace of long-term memory finally surfaced, and he understood the other person's identity. That magical creature fanatic hobbyist, the most important supporting role in the future Harry Potter era.

He is not crazy yet, which makes Hoffa see some hope. He stepped forward and asked softly:

"Norbert is your father, right?"

It may be that his spirit strength field is quite soft, or it may be that his tone is different from those crazy people. The big boy in front of him gradually calmed down.

He looked up into Hoffa's eyes, slowly nodded:

"Yes...Yes."

Hoffa held down Hagrid and said softly: "Let me meet your father, okay."

Rubeus was taken aback, then curl one's lip, grieving Baba said.

"Father is crazy."

"Is crazy..."

Hoffa murmured, and he didn’t answer this answer. Without too many accidents, along the way, he had already seen too many people who had fallen into madness. "It's okay, let me meet him."

Looking at the golden eyes under the gray hair, Hagrid nodded, he got up from the ground and picked up a small paper bag. There are two small breads in a small paper bag. He cautiously collected the bread, and then said to Hoffa.

"Come with me."

Hoffa followed Hagrid as they walked through crazy and chaotic towns, through dark burning woods, through wheat fields where crows were flying.

Finally, they came to an abandoned farm. As soon as he stood at the gate of the farm, Hoffa smelled a pungent smell of alcohol.

Opening the door, he saw a shaggy man lying on the tall straw stack. He was wrapped in a thick coat, and piles of discarded wine bottles were scattered around him.

It is Norbert Hagrid, but the man’s eyes are no longer in the summer vacation, so he is as aggressive as he saw. Instead, chaos and exhaustion.

Seeing Hoffa coming, he glanced numbly with his head sideways. Hoffa was secretly surprised, his eyes were exactly similar to when he chose to die.

Hagrid stepped forward and took out two buns from his pocket, but Norbert pushed him away. Yelled: "Where is the wine...what the hell is my wine...?"

"I'm done drinking, I can't find it anymore."

Rubeus Whispered.

"Trash...go!!"

Norbert roared to push him, but he rolled off a pile of wine bottles too hard, he didn't care. , Blindfolded, flipped on the ground for a long time, but after a long time it was empty bottles. He became annoyed, and flopped around in the pile of bottles like a paddling water.

Hoffa looked around and saw half a bottle of wine in the closet, so he walked over and picked up the bottle. Walked to Norbert, bent over and handed it to him.

"It's you...?"

Norbert drooled, gave him a sideways look, and then grabbed the bottle with his hand. He raised his head and took a sip of wine: "Do you know...who can go to heaven....hiccup..."

Hoffa whispered: "People who are not allergic to alcohol ."

"Haha, you are so smart, my mother knew you brat not simple."

Then he lay on the ground and kicked Hagrid's ankle.

"Go away...you don't have one yet...the stranger looks pleasing to the eye."

Hoffa took his shoulders and dragged him away, then , He stood up, walked to the wronged boy, patted Hagrid's arm, and whispered, "You go out and wait for me." Gao, but he had a trust in the man in front of him for no reason.

He was nodded, turned his head and ran outside, stopped outside the haystack of the farm, stick one's head around to look for inside the house.

In the house, Hoffa sat cross-legged beside Norbert.

"What the hell did you come out?"

Norbert said drunkly: "I the fuck thought...I thought you were locked up in Azkaban Well."

"Azkaban has a rebellion and all the prisoners have escaped." Hoffa said softly, "Grindelwald destroyed that place."

"So you just Did you run out of the chaos? You are really clever."

Norbert took another sip of wine: "What, why are you here for me? Revenge?"

Hoffa Just looking at him, did not speak.

"Don't fucking look at me with that kind of eyes, kid."

Norbert waved his hand needlessly and irritably: "If you were me at the time, you would also be there. Yes. Blame, you don't know Disapparation..."

"I didn't come to fight with you."

Hoffa interrupted him.

"Did you make that monster?"

Norbert: "I made...what did I make?"

"Nothingness Dragon?"

"Nothingness.....Dragon..."

Norbert laughed heartily, "...what are you talking about, nothingness is Can it be made? Don't be kidding..."

He took a sip of wine and threw the bottle, and then he lay on the ground, about to sleep. Hoffa reached out and took his collar and pulled him up.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to stop."

"Block? You're over...this world is over, you're over If you don’t know Grindelwald, you don’t know how crazy he is in the bones."

Hoffa: "I didn’t tell you about Grindelwald, I was talking about the monster."

"monster!!!"

Norbert suddenly roared:

"What the fuck monster, you keep on saying that it is a monster. I fucking tell you what it is , That’s reality, meaningless reality!

I have been fortunate enough to study the bio-fusion technology for forty years. People took it away and made a wedding dress for others!

This is my life's hard work, and now it has been taken away by others, what do you expect to get from me, my existence is worthless... ....."

Hoffa pressed his shoulders, trying to calm him down. This action didn't expect aroused strong resistance from the other party.

"You fucking dare to touch me! You little bastard, if it weren't for you...how would I..."

Hoffa is dead Norbert pressed under his body, pressing his arm, as if pressing a wounded wild beast.

"Don't think about the past."

"Don't think about the past!"

Norbert growled: "That was my forty years of hard work, you told me not to Don’t even think about it? Don’t you understand, we are just pawns played by others..."

"Do you remember that cabin?"

Hoffa Ask.

"We are chess pieces!"

Norbert is still roaring sadly, "It's a fucking chess piece!"

"Do you remember that cabin? "

Hoffa increased the volume.

"What the fuck do I remember, get out of here!"

Norbert tried to push Hoffa away. He touched a glass wine bottle with his finger, so he smashed his face to Hoffa. Smashed his face.

Boom! !

The wine bottle was smashed to pieces on Hoffa's face.

The liquor wets his hair and cheeks, but he hasn't even changed his expression. He held Norbert's palm and pulled off the bottle.

"Do you remember what you said to me?"

"What the hell did I say to you!?"

Norbert struggled.

"People have to live like dragons!"

Hoffa pressed him tightly.

"The dragon doesn’t care if it will die tomorrow, it doesn’t care if it will be eaten by a bigger dragon, it even does an asshole with a male dragon who doesn’t care about being afflicted by another dragon. "

Hoffa pressed him tightly, loudly said: "The dragon only cares about whether he can eat enough, whether he can cultivate enough offspring, and whether the offspring can survive."

"fuck off! I didn't say it!"

Norbert struggled desperately, his muscles cramping.

"I don't remember, I don't remember!"

"You have offspring, and your life goal has not been completed!"

Hoffa angrily roared, He pointed to Rubeus who was standing outside, and pointed to his horrified face.

"Your son, may make an extraordinary career in the future! Do you want to ruin his future right here?"

This sentence is like hitting the point. Norbert stopped moving. His stiff body slowly relaxed.

Hoffa stood up, looked at Norbert lying in the pile of wine bottles, and took a few breaths: "Listen, I can help you become the best dragon training expert, but you have to follow my plan Act."

Finally, Norbert covered his face and began to scream like a wild beast, and he hit the ground with his head heavily.

Hoffa didn't speak, he just stood aside, silently waiting, and silently observing.

Finally, with Hoffa’s company, he got rid of the anxiety of existence. After a painful struggle, Norbert got up, leaned on the haystack, lifts the head of bloody nose and swollen face,

"What can you do?"