Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Only pure goals are the only truths.

Hoffa's words still reached her, but he didn't know how to respond.

At this moment, he seemed to be suddenly in a vacuum without gravity and material. All around is dazzling white light, so that he can't see anything.

He doesn't know where his entity is, he doesn't know where he is, he doesn't even feel anything exists, it's weird and confusing here.

The unknown experience made Hoffa start to panic, but he immediately thought of what the masked man said to him, only the goal is the only truth.

His goal is Disillusionment Charm.

Disillusionment Charm.

As soon as this idea came up, the white light around was immediately felt.

One of the white lights separated from the surroundings and fuse together with Hoffa.

Disillusionment (Disillusionment)

Several mysterious and complicated syllables came into his mind, and he hadn't waited for him to carefully distinguish the meaning of the spells.

The surrounding white light suddenly began to materialize, and gravity and matter began to appear.

Gradually, the white light dissipated, and the surrounding scenery began to appear.

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clang!

clang!

A ring of church bells mixed with the sound of birds fluttering into Hoffa's ears. There was a lot of people around, and the wooden wheels gu lu lu turned.

The world in front of me gradually became clear.

After he got acquainted with his surroundings, he found that he was not in the original dim basement at all, and he was not even in Hogwarts.

Hoffa is now standing on a busy street.

The sky is cloudless, this is a sun shone brightly morning. From time to time, there are four horse-drawn black carriages galloping past the street, and the old-fashioned kerosene lamps on the carriage ringing ding ding dong dong sound.

The last time Hoffa saw this kind of carriage was when she watched Pirates of the Caribbean in her previous life.

Everyone around was wearing a black top hat, wearing a suit, looking at a pocket watch, and there were women in Victorian costumes on the street. They were wearing exaggerated but old pleated skirts. Walking up and down the street with a basket on his back, acting like a servant or a cook.

Around these cooks and coachmen are towering villas, with high-height entrance halls and magnificent gates, round arch windows and corner stone masonry, which are all elegant and poised.

And the gorgeous and complex glyphs on the doorposts and window eaves, plus the tall spires of the church in the distance. It shows that this is not 1938 at all. If it was 1839 or earlier, Hoffa could almost believe it.

A closer look, Hoffa found that this body was not his own.

He is now wearing a dirty gray robe, a multi-colored feather necklace hung around his neck, and a string of bone chain beads tied to his wrist. Dressed as a shaman alive and well.

And most importantly, he became a black man...like a black wizard who was sold to Europe by the slave trade.

In this situation, Hoffa was shocked.

He tried to move, but he couldn't move at all.

This black wizard is standing in the corner of the street, in the shadow of a pub wooden token.

As if waiting for something.

At this moment, an old man in luxurious clothes walked out of the villa across the street, and several grooms hurriedly opened the door for him.

After getting in the car, carriage gu lu lu left.

As soon as the carriage left, "Hoffa" moved, moving completely uncontrollably.

It seems that this black man lives in two souls, one is himself and the other is the previous owner.

Hoffa has a little more understanding of the current situation. This perspective is like playing a shooting game called Number One Person, and switching to the perspective of a teammate after his death.

It's just that everything I experienced should be the memory of this black wizard.

The black man hurriedly came to a villa along the corner of the street. He looked up at the relief on the upper part of the big house, and his eyes turned to an alley on the side of the street.

After that, seeing no one around, he immediately climbed the relief of the villa and quickly climbed to the heights. Very agile.

Lying on the eaves of the window, the black wizard took out his wand (a strangely curved wand, like an iron hook). I clicked the window.

"Alohomora."

The window slammed open.

The black man got in without the slightest hesitation, and Hoffa, who was watching all this, knew it. This guy is a thief...the thief in the wizard.

There are many precious items in the room, gorgeous gold watches, and exquisite porcelain on the fireplace.

Even on the floor of the room, there was a beautiful European woman lying on the floor. She was surrounded by exquisite silks and empty wine bottles scattered around.

She is hu hu asleep.

This should be the mistress of the old man who just went to the carriage. They were playing fun play here before.

But the black wizard didn't look at these things at all. Whether it was people or property, he quickly searched around, seeming to be looking for something more important.

Hoffa looked at women more and then stopped paying attention. Although women are good-looking, they are not uncommon for Hoffa who has experienced the 21st century.

He is more concerned about the current situation.

There is no doubt. The scroll that the masked man in the school opened for himself was a prop like Tom Riddle's diary or a meditation basin.

It records the actual event, and then allows itself to witness the event, the purpose is to convey some kind of information to itself.

But, what does this have to do with my pursuit of Disillusionment Charm?

The black man searched for a long time, but he did not find what he wanted.

Finally, he drew out wand and lit up in the air. Bookshelves, porcelain, the floor, even the women on the floor did not let go.

Suddenly, when he wand came across a marble-made Earth meter, the Earth meter turned. The black wizard immediately put away the wand and lay down on the Earth instrument to study it carefully for a while.

Finally, he pushed hard, and the Earth meter made a ka ka sound.

Suddenly there was a rumbling sound on the luxurious redwood floor.

It's mechanism and secret door!

The inside of the secret door is pitch black, not bottomed out, and seems to lead to an unknown area.

Because of the sound of the door opening, the woman on the floor who was addicted to alcohol began to slowly wake up, but the black wizard did not pay attention, and he seemed a little excited.

He walked quickly towards the secret door. The wand is lit, but just when the wand is lit.

Hey!

A low roar came from the dark tunnel.

A feeling of extreme danger appeared.

Very weird, this feeling comes directly from Hoffa's mind, as if he is a black wizard. He didn't know what was going on, but subconsciously wanted to retreat.

At this moment, the control of the black wizard's body came to Hoffa's hands, and he took a step back.

Just that step.

The air machine is instantly locked.

After that, a huge scarlet tongue nearly five meters long shot out from the darkness and directly penetrated the chest of the black wizard, which was also Hoffa's chest.

Hoffa's mind was swept across Hoffa's mind by an immense and real pain, this is not fake! This is for real!

His chest was pierced!

The blood of gu gushes out.

Black wizard, no, Hoffa fell to the ground.

There was a woman's horrified scream in her ears, the sound of a wine bottle cracking, and the darkness in front of her eyes.

Hoffa didn't have time to think, just put out a breath, and died instantly.

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It may be one second, or it may It's a century.

clang!

clang!

A burst of church bells mixed with the sound of birds flapping into Hoffa’s ears, people around them talked about it, the wheel Rotate.

Hoffa woke up from severe pain.

In front of me, there is still a busy street, sun shone brightly in the morning.

The driver of the black carriage drove past in front of him, and the carriage’s kerosene lamp made a ding dong. The cook who got up early by the side was carrying a basket and bargaining for vegetables at a wooden stall on the side of the street.

It's a calm and tranquil everyday scene.

Hoffa was stunned, what's the matter?

The scene of the inexplicable death just now is still vivid. The blood flowing from the chest is so real that the despair caused by the pain is still making his chest clogged.

He wanted to breathe, but found that he couldn't do it.

Because the control of the black man's body is not his own,'he' is standing under the wooden token of the pub again, looking around gloomy.

Something that made him even more desperate happened, at the door of the luxurious villa in front of him. An old man with a big belly pushed out the door. He was dressed like a muggle congressman, with a hangover azure on his face and the discomfort of getting up early to work.

After that, he enters the car, closes the door, and leaves the carriage.

As the old man left, the black wizard moved. He walked into the alley. It's exactly the same as the previous action.

Damn it!

Hoffa wants to stop, but how a completely non-physical existence can prevent this guy from going to death, Hoffa doesn't know.

In the alley, the black wizard reached out and grabbed the bulge of the Roman column, and quickly climbed to a high place. Hoffa was in a hurry, he couldn't speak, he couldn't make any movements, so he could only watch.

"Alohomora." The black man took out the wand and opened the window again.

The wizard jumped into the room. The room was the same as before, with scattered wine bottles, beauties, swaying posture, even the saliva at the corner of his mouth was the same...

The black wizard found it Earth meter, open the tunnel.

The low roar appeared again.

Yes, at this moment.

Control is in Hoffa's hands.

"I'm cao!"

After a national curse, Hoffa ran subconsciously, trying to jump out of the window. He didn't want to experience another heart-piercing pain.

But things backfired.

The thick red tongue still pierced through the dark tunnel, caught up with Hoffa in an instant, and nailed him to the window sill like lightning.

The woman screamed, and the sound of the bottle breaking slowly faded away.

GG.

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clang!

clang!

The church bell rang again, Hoffa is back to where he started.

There is still a busy street in front of me.

The chef who chats happily.

The driver who looks hurriedly.

Hoffa didn't react too much for a while.

As the bedridden old congressman stepped into the carriage uncomfortably, the black wizard decisively and resolutely took Hoffa into the shadow of death.

"Damn!"

Hoffa understood completely now, he was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.

This is a real somatosensory game!

Mom, people in the 21st century haven't developed anything. These wizards are good. They were invented in 1938.

There is no doubt that in the entire scene process, I will gain control of about 3 seconds.

And within 3 seconds, he must make the right response and decision to change death. Otherwise, I will experience the pain of death again and again.

The masked man said that she should take responsibility for the consequences. What magic props did she use for herself? Riddle's diary in the original work does not have this effect.

Also, what kind of lunatic is he who keeps a huge magic creature in the villa, what does this black wizard want to steal? The real in history is he dead or alive in the end...?

No one answered this series of questions.

As the black wizard climbed up the villa, opened the window sill. After entering the room and dealing with the mechanism, control came to Hoffa again.

Life and death are instantaneous.

A low growl sounded in the dark passage.

Hoffa is not a fool, he immediately thought of the spells-Disillusionment that he was in the white light and the inexplicable voice reminded him.

The feeling of danger made his scalp explode, but this time, Hoffa did not choose to escape, he directly controlled the black wizard to draw out the wand.

"Disler Falcon!"

At this moment, magic power flowed from the wand and began to flow all over Hoffa's body, as if a basin of cold water was running down.

Hoffa's silhouette began to blur. This spells is exactly the Disillusionment Charm.

But unfortunately, Hoffa, who used the Disillusionment Charm for the first time, was not proficient, and many syllables and movements were not standard.

He didn't really stealth up, he just blurred his body.

But the red tongue seemed to be affected by the magic power. It staggered its direction and directly penetrated Hoffa's left rib cage, and penetrated Hoffa's lungs and stomach.

Hold for a second, and the tongue that pierced through the lungs retracted like lightning.

This is really painful! !

Hoffa's tears came out, he was sucked in a breath of cold air and fell to his knees. Instinctively covering the big hole in his chest, ho ho ho panting heavily, like a gong, stomach acid is seeping into his chest cavity, he will die of suffocation and poisoning. It feels more painful than just death...

Beside, the woman howled and threw everything she could at Hoffa.

Then, in the gradually blurred vision.

He saw a huge lizard slowly crawling out of the dark corridor. Its head was the size of a car, with three raised eyes and upside-down scales, like A cruel chameleon.

In the next second, the lizard opened its mouth wide and rolled its tongue, dragging Hoffa into the huge mouth full of sharp teeth...