Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The narrow corridor did not last long. An upward staircase appeared in front of it. At the top of the staircase was an iron cover that could be opened and closed. The trio pushed open the iron cover and stood out from the tunnel, light flashed behind them. The iron cover banged closed.

The three people in the billowing smoke couldn't say a word, and the ground was scattered with cinder and ashes. They were squeezed into a fireplace. The three of them crawled out of the fireplace and fell on the smooth floor, coughing violently.

Too late to take a break, Hoffa returned to the side of the fireplace, pressing the iron cover on the bottom of the fireplace and pulling it, he was afraid that the nightmare Anker would come out of it. It took a while to find out that the iron cover was actually welded to death and couldn't be opened at all.

Nightmare Anker did not catch up. After the iron cover was closed, his crazy voice disappeared. He was relaxed, slumped to the ground softly, spinning around tiredly, and didn't want to think about why.

In the absurd nightmare world, any rules are distorted.

The silence lasted less than 1 point, and there was a suppressed laughter around me.

"hahahaha..."

Turning around, Aldo is lying on the ground, coughing tears are about to shed, but looking at the top of his head, Can't help laughing.

Hoffa touched the top of her head and her face became very ugly. Nightmare Anker actually burned his hair halfway up, and without even thinking about it, he must look very funny.

"ha ha ha ....."

He is still laughing.

Hoffa braced himself to get up, kicked Aldo’s chest, kicked him to the ground, "Laughing at your father!?"

Aldo doesn’t Smiled, he lay on the ground like mud, and began to choke again: "Without Anker, what's the point of going out..."

"You love him so much, go down and bury him. "Hoffa said disgustedly, and he was in a bad mood.

"Love him? No one hates him more than I am, arrogant, arrogant, and cold, but he is a descendant of the top of the association, and something must be counted on me." Aldo tears He said painfully while holding his hair.

Looking at his mangy posture, Hoffa sighed, he didn't want to say anything anymore.

No one is easy to survive during World War II.

Look at Chloe again, she is sitting on the ground, she neither smiles nor cry. Instead, he looked at the ceiling with a dull face.

He followed Chloe’s eyes and saw the colorful Holy Mother Mary painted on the ceiling, the cross of Jesus hanging on the wall, and the empty white sheets on the ground. The bed and the iron frame look like the infusion hall of the hospital.

He feels a little bit in his heart, where the hell is this...?

There are footsteps behind him.

Chloe lowered his head and looked behind Hoffa.

A strange man said in surprise: "Chloe, why did you make it so dirty and dropped it into the fireplace?"

Hearing the sound, Hoffa turned his head to look. The visitor is a middle-aged man in priest's clothes. He has a neat black beard, is of medium height, and his arms are trapped in his sleeves, making him quite elegant.

Hoffa looked at Chloe: "Is this your dream?"

Chloe bit her lower lip and clenched his fist without saying a word.

The old priest walked to the three of them, "You...who are you?" He looked at Hoffa's head, whose hair was half burned by the flames, and the corners of his mouth twitched constantly.

Hoffa and Aldo will have time to answer in the future.

The sound of footsteps was heard in the distance. The sound of footsteps this time was fine and dense, obviously more than one person.

The door was pushed open, and a group of nuns came over. The nuns, dressed in meticulous black and white clothes and headscarves, looked about the same age as Chloe, except for the leader.

That was a middle-aged nun with a neat hair bun. She was dressed plainly, tall, with a pair of green phoenix eyes, and she looked very charming. However, the anxiety and anxiety on her face reminded Hoffa of the little widow Mary she had met.

"What happened, Flamel, how did you make this look, who did you fight with?"

She looked at Hoffa and Hoffa standing next to Flamel very upset. Aldo, Xingshi asked, "Hey, did you make her like this?" Chloe shook his head.

The young nuns behind her also noticed Hoffa's half-bald head and snickered with her mouth, which made him very unhappy. It's fine to be laughed at by Aldo, and now I have to be laughed at by Chloe's subconscious, it is clear that I have become like this because of them.

"Is it your friend?" The middle-aged priest raised his hand to stop the nuns from snickering. He seemed to be more talkative than the middle-aged nun.

Chloe nodded.

The priest relaxed and said to the leading middle-aged nun: "Sanesha, don't get excited, these two don't look like bad people."

"Neither did they seem to be good people. "The attitude of the middle-aged nun did not ease, she said sternly: "Anyway, the monastery is about to have a curfew. If you have any consultation or want to pray for repentance, come back tomorrow."

She couldn't help but pulled Chloe up from the ground, "You do the most things, don't hurry up to wash this layer of coal ash, you don't want to pray so dirty."

"No, no." She said hoarsely.

"Then go quickly." She pinched the silk scarf and frowned and pushed Chloe's back.

Chloe pointed to Hoffa: "Sannesha Boom, he is my friend, can I let him stay here?"

"Oh, my dear, you What are you talking about? This is a nun’s house, how can we take in men at night. Besides, these two people don’t need treatment. There is no reason to stay here."

Hoffa couldn’t help but ask. Said, "Where do you want us to go?"

"Where did you come from? Wait, what's the matter with your head?" The middle-aged nun frowned, as if she had just seen The half-bald head is the same.

"The barber and I have a grudge," Hoffa said.

The corners of the middle-aged nun’s mouth twitched, her phoenix eyes narrowed into sharp arcs, and she said with an indisputable tone: "Don’t be mean, go back, don’t worry about your family at this night."

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After speaking, she took Chloe to the depths of the monastery.

"Wait..." Hoffa wanted Chloe to stay away.

In return, the middle-aged woman looked back at her dissatisfaction.

"What else do you want to do?"

Hoffa's hand hanging in the air slowly retracted, "Can you let me and Chloe speak alone?" "

The middle-aged nun gave him a stern look and coughed, "You can say anything, but under the Lord’s light, everything is transparent."

She held Chloe's shoulders and didn't let her move a bit. Everyone looked over, the middle-aged priest, Aldo, and the group of young choir nuns. They seemed curious what he would say.

Not letting you whisper, really strictly subconscious. Hoffa sighed, looking at Chloe's pale face and helpless eyes, knowing that her spirit is already exhausted under the torment of this nightmare.

"What to do..." Her lips squirmed a few words.

"If it is not necessary, don't be the entity."

Under the gaze of the subconscious, he warned repeatedly with code words.

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......

The night of Paris is the same as before.

Pedestrians on the road to-and-fro, whoever saw his weird hairstyle, most of them covered their mouths and snickered and hurried past.

Hoffa stood at the gate of Tekar Monastery, looking at the towering Eiffel Tower in the distance. I thought I was really a bad dog, but I couldn't get out of this place. After Chloe was taken away by the monastery, he and Aldo were also thrown outside by the monastery.

Aldo on the side suddenly coughed violently. He covered his mouth, coughing while flowing a trace of transparent liquid from his fingers.

After coughing, he said hoarsely: "Why did you promise that woman just now and leave Miss Flamel alone, what if she encounters any danger?"

Hoffa: "Are you worried about her?"

"After all, she saved me, in my dream."

"Unexpectedly, the **wizard will have a day of conscience discovery."

"Probably Mr. Bach does not bother to understand the honor of the German nation."

"I hope they all feel guilty like you. Dreams are related to emotions, and I don't want to do Anything that irritates Flamel. The nun doesn’t let in, doesn’t mean I can’t sneak in."

"When are you going to...cough cough..."

He Coughing violently again, spitting water while coughing.

Hoffa pointed to his nose: "Is something okay?"

"It's okay." He wiped his wet nose: "Maybe it's just a cold."

"Aldo, there is no future with Grindelwald." Hoffa said suddenly, looking at the light in the distance: "Believe me, he doesn't care about the shit wizard association at all, let alone your life or death. , The purpose of his life is to spread nothingness and pain in the world."

Aldo looked at him in amazement, "What are you talking about?"

"Compared to Anker, you still have a bit of conscience. Come with me to Britain, and stay in Germany. Your conscience will be wiped out by slaughter and war sooner or later."

"Isn't there no slaughter in Britain." It’s like you’re very clean. When you killed Duomi Nick, you didn’t see that you were a little softer."

"Can’t tell the difference by yourself?"

"Sorry, I don't have a choice."

"You have a choice."

"You have a choice? Humph, we are trapped in a nightmare, life and death cannot be guaranteed. "He coughed again, and after coughing, he said: "If you can't get out, you will come to instigate me. Mr. Bach is worthy of Master Grindelwald's disciple. I will really plan ahead."

"If I find a clue, Take you out of your dreams?"

Aldo stared at him with wide eyes.

Hoffa pressed his shoulders: "Aldo, do I need you to do me a favor?"

Aldo shook his hand off, "First say you plan to What are you doing?"

"I’m going to investigate some things. I may be separated from you for a while. During the time I am away, I hope you can help me protect Chloe Flamel. This It shouldn’t be difficult for you."

"Do you believe me?"

"This matter is about our life and death." Hoffa solemnly said, "I have some guesses about In this nightmare, if you can help me protect Flamel, I have a 70% probability to take you out of this weird place."

Aldo looked at Hoffa’s eyes and saw It took ten seconds, and finally, he was nodded.

"It's only this time, it's up to Miss Flamel's face."

Hoffa looked serious: "Although I don't know what will happen, this nightmare will do everything possible to provoke humans. This is her dream. Before I come back, you must make sure that she is mentally stable. Can you do it, Aldo?"

"I will try my best."

he said.