Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"What is the strongest prison in the world? Azkaban? Bastille? Or Auschwitz?"

The hoarse and fuzzy voice came from the dim room It came out that a row of stone benches lined up in the center of the room. Those stone benches extend downward at a very steep angle. There is a tall dinning table in the center of the stone pit.

Unknown place, unknown time.

Under the crackling burning candle, the sound slowly surrounds all around, like a soul of a deceased has not yet dispersed ghost.

"Perhaps neither. The thought of some guys living under the same sky as me makes my stomach sour."

Just listened to creak.

The door to the dim room opened.

A tall woman in a black suit walked in slowly.

She placed a refined silver plate with steak on the stone platform, and immediately retreated into the darkness, just as she left.

A vague black shadow appeared in the corner of the room. It seemed to be sitting on a certain chair, and it seemed to float in midair.

On the opposite side of the dinning table sat a drooping old man. His knot was prominent, his skinny, and his sparse hair combed behind his head. He looked at the silver plate in front of him with no expression at all.

"Try it."

Shadow: "I hope your taste buds have not aged yet."

The old man tremblingly raised his arm, Picking up the knife and fork, he cut up the steak very unsteadily. It looks like a dying old man.

The quiet air filled with a faint sound of chewing and swallowing.

Shadow: "Two years ago, I received a baptism in Hogwarts, and I was pressed down by a kid who was so simple that he couldn't handle it."

paused, Sombra said with a smile:

"But then, the kid left Hogwarts and transformed into an arms dealer.

They all say that time will make people grow, but I always I think time is like a curse for people like us, are you right, Flamel?"

The trembling old man eating steak stopped eating and said hoarsely: "Life is For those who touched the ceiling, the experience and age are just a number."

Shadow: "As expected, it is Old Guy who is about the same age as me. Speaking of Let’s have a set of words."

"laugh."

The old man continued to eat.

So Sombra looked at the old man like this.

The old man cuts the steak earnestly, his cloudy eyes drooping, but when he lifts it occasionally, there will be an almost imperceptible light flashing.

After eating the steak.

The old man drank his saliva, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth.

The woman in the suit who had been standing silently beside the black figure reappeared. She walked to the vicinity of the dinner plate, removed the cutlery, took out the wand and tapped it slightly. The light in the room was slightly brighter.

Nicholas .Flamel: "I can't do anything about your curse. Philosopher's Stone will not help you in any way."

"haha, I came to you, not for that. Kind of trivial matter."

"Trivial matter, you haven't contacted me for hundreds of years. Now you suddenly called me from Britain. What do you want to do?"

"I want Create a cage where no one can escape." Sombra said without the slightest hesitation: "Keep my stepping stone in the cage."

"Hoffa .Bach?"

the old man asked.

"hehe...that's right."

The voice of the black shadow became ethereal like a dream.

"Hoffa. Bach, that enigmatic guy, it’s really boring not to see him."

"hmph hum."

The old man twitched his lips impenetrably, and slowly put his skinny arm on the table.

"forgive me to speak bluntly, I think that a wizard that has grown up cannot be locked in any realistic cage."

"Oh, why do you say that "

The fuzzy silhouette asked with interest.

"Magic cuts off the shackles of reality, and grows up to put an end to the shackles of thought. You want to put the real wizard in a cage, it's too unrealistic."

The old man is ridiculed The tone indifferently said: "After all, you yourself are better than dead now, struggling on whilst at death's door."

The fuzzy dark silhouette crossed his fingers and leaned forward. Did not answer. The candlelight dimmed and the room became quiet.

The old man took a deep look at him.

"You have no way to use magic. The explosion two years ago also exhausted your savings. I advise Your heart is dead, the cage is not as easy to make as you think."

After speaking, he pushed aside the plate, stood up tremblingly, and limped outside the door. .

Go to the door and open the door.

"Wait a minute."

A shout came from behind, and the old man stood still.

"What are you doing recently, Flamel."

Sombra drowsily asked, "Does the newly appointed Ministry of Magic set you to take charge of a mysterious research? "

The old man paused with his five fingers holding the doorknob, his face flashed with a trace of struggle, but soon, the trace of struggle disappeared without a trace.

"It has nothing to do with you."

The old man repeated: "It has nothing to do."

"Oh, I just ask."

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The vague dark figure leaned back into the chair and escaped into the darkness.

"I heard that this project has violated quite a few top-level precepts of the wizard world."

"The world is already messed up, and it needs a bit of extraordinary means."

After that, he took the door and left the candle-flaming room tremblingly.

"Send him off."

The shadow whispered.

The woman in a suit took a stroll followed along and caught up with Nicholas Flamel.

"I will give it to you." She said.

The bowed old man stretched out his arm to her.

The woman in the suit took his arm, supported him, and slowly walked down the stairs to the desolate suburbs like Chaotic Burial Mound.

There was a carriage pulled by twelve Thestral parked here, and those scrawny creatures sprayed one after another white mist in the cold air.

At this time, Nicholas Flamel said:

"You shouldn’t follow him, trust me, even the most dangerous and unpopular wizard can’t hide in The dark mention on equal terms in the corner of the world, he will not treat you as a human being."

"I am his family."

The woman said briefly.

"Do you think he cares about his family?" Flamel asked.

The woman did not answer, but instead asked:

"How about you, after so many years of baptism, do you still care about these worldly emotions?"

A flash of cold and severe flashed in Flamel's muddy eyes. He threw off the woman in the suit who was holding his arm and boarded the Thestral carriage.

"I wish you a smooth journey."

The woman said with a smile.

Thestral kicked the ground, spread the black wings, pulled the carriage and rushed to the sky.

In the carriage, the skinny old man relaxed and collapsed on the seat. He stretched his hand to his chest and took out a faded gold pocket watch. There was a young redhead holding a doll on the pocket watch. Girl, she tilted her head and looked at the old man with a smile.

"Chloe..."

He whispered.

I don't know how many kilometers away in France, a pair of silver eyes suddenly opened.