Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"You lost!"

In the early morning and night, at the entrance of the rainy alley, Mans dusted his clothes with his bone-tired arms, "No My opponent."

He looked at the distance, a grey dawn has already risen in the sky, and daylight is approaching. He picked up the raincoat and guns that had been thrown on the ground, put the Mauser pistol into the mouth of the fallen boy, and decided to wait until the second of the day to blow his head directly.

Time 1 point, one second passed, Mans maintained the position of pulling the trigger at any time. The night was not over yet, he could see the almost non-human-shaped face of the boy who had been beaten slowly recovering from squirming. Then, the bent bridge of the nose swelled up again, the bruised eyes slowly opened, and the cracked hare lips were healed little by little.

"Don't resist?" He moved the gun slightly, and asked like a friend: "If you want me to say, you can still fight."

The boy with a pig head lies in the rain The ground is slowly nodded.

"You don't seem to care at all, is death not terrifying to you?" Mans asked curiously in the last few minutes before dawn.

The pig head boy shook his head slowly.

"Why don't you speak, the day is coming, and you are going to die if you don't talk about it." After thinking about it, Mans' face showed a rare gentleness: "If you want to have any last wishes, you can I said, I can do it for you."

The young pig head brewed for a while, his lips squirmed, and there was no sound. Out of respect for his opponent, Mans leaned down and put his ear to his mouth.

"Sorry..." He only said in a subtle voice.

Sorry?

Why do you say sorry? Mans straightened up, frowned, feeling that this was not for himself.

At this time, the cumulonimbus cloud in the sky completely dissipated. Under the first glimmer of dawn, he saw the standing water on the ground, and another person’s shadow was inverted. That person had already Silencio's stood behind him.

The shadow of death suppressed in the battle suddenly broke out in this brief moment and was expanded to the limit.

"Hah! !"

He was loudly roared, trying to use this method to scare away the guy behind him, or to dispel his inner fear.

The time in this brief moment was extremely slow, almost to the point of being completely still, however, the silhouette in the stagnant water was not affected at all, it moved slightly.

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Mans saw a black spike coming out of his body, and then pulled it out. As the black spike entered the body, some kind of severe pain turned into a death signal and went straight into the sky.

......

Thousands of miles away.

In a quiet room where incense is burned, a man sit cross-legged meditating on the futon, with long white hair hanging down from his head to his waist.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, took out the black wand, and pointed at the void.

Six burning candles appeared in the room.

But in the middle of the flame of one of the candles, a small black spot appeared. The black spot expanded at a speed visible to naked eye, and it swallowed the flame in a blink of an eye.

"hehe hahahahaha~"

At the same time, an inexplicable child's laughter faintly rang in the meditation room, just like a naughty child who succeeded in a prank Laughter.

The white-haired man watched in astonishment that the flame went out and azure smoke floated out, and for a moment he even forgot to breathe.

......

Bournemouth.

In the alley less than a hundred meters away from the port, Mans tightly covered his chest. One after another Black Qi gushed out from the wound that was pierced out, and it spread quickly, as if what was in his body was not red blood, but black ink.

He immediately looked back, and there was nothing behind him.

The one who killed himself either flees or hides.

"Impossible......impossible......I have already broken it...impossible!!"

He turned his head crazy , Trying to turn time back, but under the passing of the black smoke, he found that he couldn't even control his body. He put his head on the wall, his body constantly twitching, twisting, and struggling...

"Damn!!"

"Why!!?"

"I have clearly achieved this level?"

Uncontrollable, he ranted frantically, and was almost unable to extricate himself from confusion: "Who is it, who is it!?"

No one answered, the tiny black hole in his chest spread to his whole body, and he could even hear something chewing in small mouths, chewing his soul. Every bite takes away a part of memory, and every bite takes away a part of reason.

Under the weight of death, he lost control completely: "What should I do? What should I do...?"

At this time, he saw Hoffa on the ground, like seeing the last life-saving straw, fell on the ground with love, pressed against Hoffa, and grabbed his shoulders: "Tell me who it is! Tell me who it is?"

Hoffa fell to the ground, looking at the newly born sunlight and the fading moon in the distance, turning a deaf ear to Mans' pleading. In fact, at the moment he destroyed the mistletoe, he already understood everything.

Fighting so many times, he knows the muggle in front of him quite well. It was because of his understanding that he could not help but engender an unspeakable sympathy from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for the most tenacious desire to survive, how could that kind of terrifying desire for control evolve? But all of this quickly fell apart during the time he was playing with.

"Whatever you want, I can give you what you want!" Mans pulled Hoffa up from the ground and pressed it against the wall, unwilling to let him speak extremely fast: "Tell me, who killed me. I can help you kill Grindelwald, I can even help you rewrite history, I can help you do whatever you want, as long as you tell me..."

Be silent and speechless.

The shaken boy turned his head away, his lips closed tightly, and remained silent, with only sadness and sympathy in his eyes.

"Tell me!"

"Tell me!"

"Tell me!"

He shouted frantically, his voice He even brought a trembling cry.

"You know if it's right."

"Please."

"Please..."

.......

The sound is getting lower and lower, until it disappears completely.

Hoffa didn't say a word either.

Finally, Mans lowered his head, he let go, everything was out of control at this brief moment. Confusion swallowed him, and he leaned back. Leaning against a corner full of stagnant water, staring at the sky blankly: "Is my vision still too narrow...?" He muttered.

The black smoke on his chest filled his head and drifted across his cheeks until it dissipated in the night sky little by little. After the black qi dissipated, his body completely collapsed, becoming black and thin, skinny, with dry hair, like a corpse that had been dead for many years.

......

......

The dawn sun gradually rose, and some bodies appeared on the streets of Bournemouth. A scavenger in a poncho, a melodious air defense alarm sounded in the distance. No one knows that the actual savior of this city has fuse together with it.

Heavy exhaustion rushed to Hoffa's heart. He was sitting against the wall next to Mans's tiny black mass of bones, like two people who were ready to smoke on the bricks of the construction site after a day of hard work. Same as migrant workers.

It's finally over.

No one can stop him from sending Chloe back to London.

No one can stop him from fulfilling his long-cherished wish.

It's just that, he was uncontrollably confused. After experiencing all this, he was not sure what he wanted.

A palm was pressed on his shoulder.

He looked back and saw that the nun he had placed on the roof far away came to him. She was wet and trembling uncontrollably.

"Chloe..."

Hoffa looked at her with mixed feelings inside.

There was a plop.

Chloe knelt and sat down in the stagnant water, staring blankly at Mans's corpse. After watching for a while, she turned her head and asked Hoffa tremblingly: "Will I go to hell?"

"No."

Hoffa hugged her shoulders. Putting her head on her forehead, she said softly: "Definitely not."

"What is it like to kill?" She asked Hoffa for the second time. This is the tone of this time, but Heavier than in Paris.

Hoffa thought for a while and said seriously: "It will feel that people are actually not so noble, not so sacred, just like other animals in nature, like domestic animals. If you get used to it, you will become numb, Becoming, I don't care about life and death at all."

"Then why is there an executioner? If it's not good." Chloe pushed Hoffa away and looked at him directly.

The question became more and more acute. Hoffa could hardly look directly into her eyes. He turned his head away: "Some souls are destined to burn. Either warm others or burn others.

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For the benefit and survival of more people, sometimes a small number of people have to be sacrificed. This is the meaning of prison, this is the meaning of death penalty."

"Yes, you said It also makes sense."

Chloe looked at him painfully: "But sometimes I also think, if those murderers, those frenzied people, those thugs who tortured the same kind. If they weren't the same Experience, if it weren’t for their own tragic experience, how could they become what they are now? If no one is willing to listen to their voices, no one is willing to bring them redemption, then there are not more and more such people. Isn’t there always no end to the life cycle of his life.”

Hoffa was dumb, he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a long time.

Chloe looked at his eyes, and her voice trembled, "Look at me, Hoffa."

Hoffa looked at the nun’s eyes, but found her A faint silver luster has already risen in his eyes, which is a precursor of magic power's runaway.

"I think...I think, maybe no one can answer your question, only God can answer."

"I just want to listen to you now and be more with me Say a few words." The nun's voice was filled with fear and dazedness.

Hoffa was lost in thought at this moment. He thought of Adbe Gosak, Albus Dumbledore, the Dragon of Void, thought of everything he had learned in the magic school, thought of the pain he had experienced, and suddenly had an answer.

"When I was in Hogwarts, the founder of Ravenclaw, Ronay. Ravenclaw once told me to look for light under the dark.

I think, the world always has Darkness is like there is always night. But some people will succumb to the darkness and obey the darkness, while others will see hope in the darkness and work hard.

Let me say, it’s not them Not fate, but they chose to give in."

Speaking, he lifts the head and looks at Chloe’s pure-silver pupils with burning eyes: "If you think In this darkness, if there is something very positive, then do it, if it will bring light."

In the dusty unremarkable corner, some kind of invisible flame Passing from one person to another, Chloe looked at Hoffa blankly. This was the first time she had peeped into the soul of this man who had been with her for many days.

"I understand."

Finally, she was nodded, untied her red hair, took off her nun hat, and stood up.

Hoffa knew what she was going to do, but he still couldn't bear it. After hesitating, he stood up and said, "Or I will go with you, I can do it for you..."

He was a little afraid to continue speaking, because he knew that everything that was about to happen had already happened, and he could not change it. She was destined to go back in time, rescue the children of the refugees, and remind herself to abandon the black mistletoe until the end of the enemy.

Chloe shook her head, she turned and walked into Bournemouth. Going alone to the darkness in the distance, to the cycle known to Hoffa.