Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Water droplets were dripping from the faucet, and the glare of sunlight came in from the high skylight, forming small round spots on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

Hoffa hides in a place out of the sun. After seeing the guy who broke into the bathroom recklessly, he relaxed. Not Mans, but Ryan.

This kid didn't even die after he fell into the sea.

"Ryan?"

Ji Liya's eyes lit up, she rushed forward, took his palm, her eyes were red, and she was happy again He reproached and said: "Where have you been."

"I fell into the sea."

After that, he hugged the female Vampire tightly. After a few seconds, he quickly pushed her away, and hurriedly said to Hoffa: "Quick, get out of here, Riddle, Riddle wants to kill me."

"I want to kill Who?"

The voice of the negative test came from outside the door.

Hoffa looked sideways, and there was a thin and tall silhouette standing outside the door. It was Tom Riddle. He was leaning on the door frame. He looked much more embarrassed than when he saw it last time. He was originally meticulous. His supple black hair is now as messy as a chicken coop. That elegant muggle suit is full of holes in the fire. What’s worse is his arm, and his left arm is bent directly from below the elbow. "The character shape, mixed with sweat and blood on the bare skin, looks terrible. Only his eyes were still flashing with exuberant desire and unpredictable emotions.

"Yeah, are you all here?"

Tom put the only movable right arm behind him, and slowly walked into the bathroom. After coming in, he used his feet to hold the iron The door was closed.

Even though he didn't leave a trace in every movement, Hoffa still saw a flash of green in his hand.

Mistletoe.

"What are you doing so fast, Ryan." He asked, and walked over to the three of them step by step.

Ryan supported the female Vampire and stood beside Hoffa, like a nestling hiding from a rainstorm behind a cliff.

"Tom..."

Hoffa leaned on the washstand behind her, propped herself up. Although he was extremely tired at the moment, and his sleepiness hit his spirit like a wave, he didn't want to show weakness at all in front of the old friend of the orphanage.

"I saw the muggle you mentioned." Tom raised his bent arm. "He almost killed me."

"Look, I didn't lie to you , Right."

"Yes, I am grateful for you to be so honest with me." Tom said as he walked, holding on to the white tiles on the wall of the bathroom, "But I'm used to breaking wand's hand , I'm afraid I can't help you."

"It's okay," Hoffa pointed to the ceiling window behind him. "You can Disapparation from here and go to the cloud base to heal your injuries. Slughorn will heal you soon."

"Do you think I am the kind of person who escapes, Bach? You look down on me too much. ." He said slowly, getting closer and closer to the three people, a hint of danger permeated the bathroom, and it became more and more dense.

Hoffa put his hand on his back, touched it, and touched the switch of a faucet. He wanted to break the thing off as a weapon, but after breaking it twice, he found that his strength was really strong during the day. Is too small. Even the iron can't bend. What's more annoying is that his magic power is also blocked, and the recovery speed is horribly slow.

"You...you...don't come over!" Ryan raised wand, pointed at Tom Riddle who was approaching the wall, and stammered.

"This is how Hufflepuff treats friends, hum, point wand to his life saving benefactor." Tom moves slowly and firmly, not looking at Ryan at all, but staring firmly On Hoffa.

"You didn't save me!" Ryan said, "In your eyes, I am no different from the paper used to wipe buttocks. Throw it away when you use it up!"

"haha.haha ....." Tom laughed, "Well, it's really interesting, then tell me, who untied your rope when you fell into the sea, who was it, immediately supported under the gunfire of muggle The shield."

"Yes.....It's you....." Ryan's wand lowered flatly, and then quickly raised it up again: "You... ...You want to kill me and make the mistletoe black."

Tom shook his head disdainfully, and stood still. At this moment, he came to the three of them and severed his hands. Hoffa stretched out in front of him, with a miserable smile on his face: "Can you help me deal with the wound, Bach? You have been running outside for so long, so some emergency measures should be possible."

"Yes." Hoffa gave up breaking the faucet. He took Riddle's severed hand, tore off a piece of clothing, and forcibly straightened his zigzag severed hand.

This kind of unimaginable pain Tom did not even wrinkle his brows. He stood in front of Hoffa, watching him bandage his arms, and whispered: "Bach, kill him. There is that woman. Only in this way can we survive."

His breath blew through his temples, without the slightest temperature. Hoffa lowered his head, bandaging his wound, and said nothing.

"There are no other methods," Tom whispered, "Physical harm is meaningless to that guy. All we can do is destroy his soul."

While Tom whispered, Ryan and Vampire looked at each other in blank dismay, backing away a little bit. Hoffa bandaged Tom's severed hand and looked into his eyes, shook the head, "I can't do it."

"Then what do you suggest?" Tom asked calmly.

"I'll stay here to procrastinate, you go back and call someone."

"This is not a solution." Tom touched his chin, nodded, "Then Do what you want."

After that, he pulled out the mistletoe and stab Hoffa's belly heavily without warning. The mistletoe was stopped less than three centimeters from the lower abdomen. Hoffa grabbed Tom's wrist tightly, and gnashing teeth smiled and said, "Do you want to kill me?"

"I thought you had grown up outside, now it seems that you and There is no difference in the orphanage. Dogs can’t change their feces!"

"Mutual each other!" Hoffa stretched out her hand, and the bandage she had just tied spread out instantly. Tom's hand was dragged out by the bandage and fell into Hoffa's hand.

Holding the mistletoe, Hoffa jumped back.

Tom with one hand, the Dark Mark that had been burned on Hoffa's arm before turned into a dazzling red as if it was on fire. The high temperature it emitted almost melted Hoffa’s bones. Pain, holding his arms back, shouted to Ryan and Vampire in the distance: "What are you doing in a daze, help me if you want to live!" Tom leaned against the wall and jumped over.

Tom grinned: "overestimate one's capabilities!"

Then he raised wand.

However, the moment he lifted the wand, the expression on his face changed again, from hideous to extreme fear. He looked at Hoffa in horror, "How are you... Come in!?"

Looking at his expression, Hoffa's heart fell to the bottom like a roller coaster, and Mance is here! ?

His face turned deathly white, and there was no one behind him.

He can only see himself in the bathroom mirror with the frightened faces of Ryan and Vampire, and Tom's sinister sneer.

He secretly cried out.

Turning his head again, Tom changed from static, and rushed over like a rabbit, pressing Ryan's head and smashing him against the wall. Just listen to a loud bang. With the pieces of glass shattered, Ryan fell to the ground with a bloodbath.

Before the female Vampire could react, Tom pulled Ji Liya into his arms with one arm, without making her make any noise. He gasped heavily, with such force that the female Vampire's face turned from white to green in an instant.

In a flash room, control of the bathroom returned to Tom Riddle's hands again.

"Give me the mistletoe!!" He looked at Hoffa, restrained Vampire, fiercely snarled.

"The enemy is now, are you going to kill your teammates first?" Hoffa also asked angrily.

"I don’t need teammates, let alone pig teammates like you," he hooked the female Vampire’s neck, yew wand pressed her chin, "one by one, soft-hearted, what can you do for a major event, Hurry up! Give me the mistletoe!"

Hoffa looked at the green branch in her hand, then at the female Vampire whose tongue was squeezed out, and put her hand behind her back.

"Or do you want to do it yourself?" Tom leaned against the wall and asked, "If this is the case, I am not unacceptable."

He pressed his arm against Vampire's The back made her straighten her chest: "Come on, hurry up, don't you want black mistletoe, kill her and we will have it."

Hoffa still didn't move.

"What are you hesitating?" Tom's expression was almost frantic, "Wait for that immortal muggle to kill us? Anyway, this sordid bat will die sooner or later. It's better to give it to us before death. Make a contribution."

"Hoffa, don't...the dead can't change anything..." said Ryan, who fell on the ground with blood on his face.

"Shut up! Waste!" Tom shouted furiously: "When this matter is over, I will cut your head open to see if it contains brain or JY!"

After finishing speaking, he turned to Hoffa again, his tone softened slightly: "What are you thinking, I don't believe you have been killing people outside all these years, a Vampire, don't say you kill one of these creatures? Only, if you kill 10,000, no one else will say anything about you. Think about it, how many human blood this guy has drained normally, and killing it is justice!"

In Tom’s After painstakingly persuaded, Hoffa finally moved. He took the mistletoe and walked towards Tom step by step. At this moment, a strong sense of fate rise in the mind.

Tom curl one's lip, sneaked, holding Vampire and walking forward.

Ryan stumbled up from the ground and stopped in front of Hoffa, begging: "I beg you, don't do this..."

Hoffa Without saying a word, he pushed him to the ground again and stood in front of Tom. The air in the bathroom was almost frozen, and the four of them had different expressions. Tom is unspeakably cruel, female Vampire is struggling to breathe hard, Ryan is desperate to rise up, and Hoffa is profound mystery indifference.

"Come on..." Ji Liya looked at Hoffa in Tom's cast iron arm, and said with difficulty: "If... if you can really avenge my family , Please... don’t waste..."

"See you?"

Tom hides behind Ji Liya, facing Rui En said with a malicious smile: "See you, your girlfriend of this night stand is more enlightened than you."

"Enough, Tom." Hoffa's face was expressionless and her voice was ethereal." In fact, I have a way, no one needs to die."

"What are you thinking about, inhuman power must end with inhuman power, mistletoe needs Devouring Soul to become black, We have no choice."

"Yes." Hoffa nodded, "But you know, there is such a person in the world, even if his soul is destroyed, he will not die, and that person is there In front of me."

The expression on Tom's face turned from irritable to pale a little. He saw the imperceptible sarcasm in Hoffa's eyes, and suddenly understood what he was going to do.

"Asshole!" Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed the female Vampire forward, while he held up wand and pointed at Hoffa: "Dead!"

Prepared long ago Hoffa jumped off the ground with a side step, letting away the female Vampire who had hit him. Just where he was standing, countless dense black hands came out of the ground, trying to hold his footsteps.

He came behind Tom, lifted the mistletoe, and pierced his lower abdomen. Tom took Hoffa's arm with one hand, pressed it back, and lifted Hoffa's arm to press him against him. On the wall.

dong!! When she leaned her back against the wall, Hoffa opened her mouth and let out a trace of blood, her face deathly pale. The two were very close. Tom noticed Hoffa's weakness. He laughed: "Okay, okay, it turns out that you are also strong in appearance but weak in reality, bluffing..."

"Yes, but I have two hands." Hoffa finished, taking out a mistletoe with the other hand. He brought it from the cloud base.

This time, he didn't keep the slightest hand, and all his power was put on this blow, only the green light flashed past, and the green twigs were as hard as iron under the transfiguration.

puci!

a light sound.

It looks like a fruit knife inserted into a watermelon.

Tom tilted his head and fell to the ground sideways. Afterwards, he deng Deng climbed up and leaned on the steel washbasin. The blood ran down his cheeks, over his shoulders, and down his fingertips to the ground.

His bloodied hand touched his head, he felt a sharp bulge, moved away like an electric shock, and touched it slowly, and finally turned his head and looked at himself in the mirror. At that time, the whole body was trembling.

He in the mirror, with a green branch inserted in his temple. After sucking blood, the green branch turns from green to black at a speed visible by naked eye, like a sponge falling into an ink bottle. .

"You...you fucking..." He looked at Hoffa in disbelief.

"Man, don't look at me with that look," Hoffa said with guilt, "You killed me once four years ago, and now I kill you once, we don't owe each other anymore. "

Plop.

Tom knelt in front of Hoffa, lifts the head, staring at him tightly, Ying Ting's unusual face forced a twisted smile: "Okay...Okay..... Okay, You're quite something, you wait for me..."

After finishing speaking, he fell to the ground with a head-down plop, and there was no more sound. A little bit of blood came out of his forehead and flowed to Hoffa's feet. He leaned his back against the white porcelain wall, covering his chest gasping for breath.

A quiet needle fall in the bathroom can be heard for a while.

For a while, Ryan's trembling voice came from Hoffa's side, "You...you killed...him? You killed...killed Slytherin's Prefect One of the best students in Hogwarts!?"

He lay on the ground, barely propped himself up, and looked at Tom Riddle's stubborn, stubborn expression, saying nothing.

Hoffa shook the head, stroked Riddle’s eyes with his hand, and pulled out the mistletoe inserted in his temple. “If the best student died like this, then you would be too underestimated. He's here."

He wiped the black mistletoe on his trouser legs, walked in front of Ryan, and squatted down: "What I want to say to you next is very important, you have to listen carefully. ."

Ryan looked at him blankly.

"From today, you can't go back to Hogwarts again. If Tom Riddle sees you again, I can guarantee that he will kill you. I can't do anything about it."

"What are you talking about."

Ryan looked at the corpse lying on the white tiles, "Obviously...you obviously killed Riddle, why did you become Riddle again? Kill me?"

tone barely fell, the yew wand held in Hoffa's hand suddenly twitched violently, and the yew wand turned into a tiny poisonous snake. He raised his pointed head and opened his mouth. Bites at Hoffa's arm.

He flicked his hand when he was electrocuted and threw the little snake out. The purple little snake became thicker and bigger immediately after landing, until it became an eight-meter-long python. Python opened his mouth and swallowed Tom's body, then twisted and slid to the window, disappeared without a trace.

For this, the exhausted Hoffa has no way to stop it. He rolled up his sleeves, and the Dark Mark on his arm didn't fade away at all. As expected, Tom was already exposed to the mystery of the split of the soul.

The unexpected scene left Ryan wondering what to say for a long time. Under the continuous shock, his brain has accepted that he couldn't, something numb.

"How could this happen?" He murmured: "How could this happen, what kind of wizards are you guys..."

"I can't talk to Explain, it’s not good for you to know too much." Hoffa pulled Ryan up and brought him to Vampire Gilia, and said to her: "I’m sorry to use you, but I can only do so much. , If you want to live longer, it’s better to keep a low profile in the future."

The female Vampire looked at him with extremely complicated eyes, like she was looking at an unknown creature, an alien.

"Take him away." Hoffa handed Ryan to her hands: "Leave here, leave this city, leave this country, the farther you go, the better."

"What about you? What do you do?" The female Vampire's voice was low and inaudible.

"I still have my own business to complete, but that has nothing to do with you." He said indifferently.

"I can help you." Ryan said: "I can go back to the cloud base and let someone come and help you..."

"No more, "Hoffa looked at the black mistletoe in her hand, shook the head: "Ryan, don't go back. If you want to help me, leaving now is the best help for me."

"He said That's right." Ji Liya took Ryan's arm, bent down to Hoffa, and bowed deeply. After she got up, she pulled Larry's arm: "Let's go, we will only give He is holding back."

Ryan was dragged by the female Vampire and walked back three steps to the distance. "Wait a minute," Ryan said suddenly. He pushed away the female Vampire and hurried back to Hoffa. "Wait a minute, I have something to say to you."

Hoffa looked curiously. Looking at him, I saw Ryan brewing for a while, and said: "In the First Year, I didn't know you. In the Second Year, I admired you very much. In the Third Year, I sympathized with you a little bit, so I can get along with you. After that, I hated you again."

As he said, he laughed at himself, "Maybe I never understand you, no one can really understand you, but I know, there must be something very Precious things are hidden deep in your heart, and have never been discarded by you."

Hoffa's eyes widened slightly, and he stared in amazement at the boy whom he had just met a few days before.

Ryan opened his arms to hug Hoffa, and whispered in his ear: "I don't understand what that is, but if you can, please don't throw it away."

When he finished, he no longer attached, let go of Hoffa, came to Ji Liya, waved goodbye to him, and disappeared with the female Vampire Disapparation.

In the bathroom in the setting sun, Hoffa watched the two leave, and sighed for some reason. For some reason, he felt a little lost and some unclear emotions.

He knew that he would never see these two people again, a simple and somewhat silly boy, and a story-telling Vampire. They are just like the other people they met in this trip of all kinds of strange things, passing by and disappearing from them in a hurry. Will they be together? How long can that peculiar love last? Only God will know.

However, Ryan's last motivation was like a booster, making him stand up when he was exhausted. He knew that his task was far from being completed.

Lift up that black mistletoe.

Weird black rays of light flowing on the tender branches, like a living thing, in it, he can feel some kind of ancient and hidden evil, which is a hunger and thirst that will never be filled.

Hunger for the soul.