Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"Is it okay to go in?"

Somewhere on the street, by the red public phone booth, Hoffa held an umbrella and asked Miranda: "Just make a call Come?"

At this moment, heavy snow is flying, and the whole of London is plunged into white. As long as pedestrians go out, they can only see the part above the knee. This is a rare heavy snow in history. There was snow on their shoulders, and no one was seen on the road.

"It's not that simple." Miranda stood next to the phone booth, "Visitors have to report."

After speaking, she picked up the dial of the phone. After turning a few times and waiting for a few seconds, a man's indifferent voice rang from the other side of the phone booth, "Ministry of Magic, please tell me your name and your business."

"Miranda Go Shaq. Adbe Gorshak has something left in the office. I will help him get it."

"Understood," the man said indifferently, "Show your identification. I will start the elevator for you immediately."

Ding Lingling, the number dial in front of him for dialing numbers rolled over and turned into another coin machine. Miranda hung up the phone and fumbled for a brass coin on her body.

"Let me see." Hoffa extend the hand, looking at the brass coin.

"Why? What's so good about this." Miranda was confused, and she wanted to stuff the coin into the phone.

"Don't rush down."

Hoffa covered the coin slot, "We have to discuss something to prevent uncontrollable situations from appearing below."

Miranda: "What's the matter?"

Hoffa retracted his hand and shrugged: "For example, the Ministry of Magic is so big, how can I find the position of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Oh, don't worry about this. I know the location, just follow me, it's on the first floor, but you have to go deep to find it." Miranda said, she took her own The brass coin was stuffed into the metal chute of the phone, but Hoffa happened to stop her again. He looked hesitantly: "Will there be a lot of people down there? Are you going to face heavy scrutiny?"

Miranda frowned and looked at Hoffa: "There must be an interrogation. The average visitor and the access control wizard will also ask you why, let alone enter the Ministry of Magic office, but you will not be magical. Disillusionment Charm, we will definitely not be discovered."

"Yes," Hoffa murmured, and suddenly looked towards Miranda behind him, cry out in surprise: "Professor Adbe!?"

Miranda turned her head quickly, but she could only see the vast white snow.

"I'm sorry."

The companion's voice came from behind.

She turned her head very quickly, and immediately held up the palm of the volley that hit the back of her head. At the same time, without the slightest hesitation, she put the brass coin on the back of her back, and the gnashing teeth said: "I knew that you weren't at ease. You agreed to find Fatir for a good one, but you have been talking nonsense with me when you get there!"

"Give me the coin," Hoffa helpless: "Good."

"Don't think about it..."

Miranda gradually felt that the wrist she was holding was extremely heavy, as if what she was holding was not a human hand, but Crane’s Hanging arm, "Don't want to leave me again!"

"I can't take any more risks." Hoffa raised his arm and kissed Miranda's forehead physically: "When the war is over, you think You can go anywhere with me."

Miranda was stunned by Hoffa's sudden burst, and instantly blushed. At the moment when her concentration was distracted, the snow on the ground hovered upwards. Up and locked her legs firmly.

Hoffa held Miranda by the shoulders, forcibly turned her around, hacked away the coin in Miranda's hand, and held her palms together.

Outside the phone booth, countless snow forms a Chamber of Secrets in the blink of an eye. He pushed Miranda out of the phone booth and pushed the Chamber of Secrets forward.

Miranda reacted, raising her leg and rushing out of the Ice and Snow Chamber of Secrets.

ka ka ka!

The snow has become countless icy shackles, just like the Vault of the Central Bank, which firmly seals the small Chamber of Secrets.

dong dong dong! !

There is a flustered and exasperated tapping sound from the phone booth.

And the sound of the curse strikes steel chains.

"Asshole!"

"Bach, you asshole!!"

"The biggest mistake in my life is to meet you... "

"I'm so glad to meet you." Hoffa posted outside the Chamber of Secrets, and gently said to the locked Miranda: "You rest here for one night, wait for dawn, magic It will be relieved naturally."

"Go to death! I don't know you anymore!"

"You don't understand anything, you don't understand anything!"

"Unless you open this door, don't show up in front of me for the rest of your life!"

"Hey, hello, did you hear that?"

.. ....

...

A dull voice came from Chamber of Secrets. Hoffa did not speak. He stepped back into the phone booth, closed the door, and listened again. Not Miranda's voice.

He stuffed Miranda's brass coin into the telephone. The floor of the phone booth trembles immediately. The snow-covered sidewalk outside the glass window of the telephone booth rose higher and higher, and he slowly sank into the ground. In the end there was darkness over his head, and nothing was seen, only the monotonous, piercing rubbing sound of the phone booth as it plunged into the ground.

Hoffa's face is calm and calm, with the back of her hands behind her.

After about 1 point, the elevator shook slightly and fell to the ground. A pale white light shone on his feet, then gradually widened and expanded to his body, which was the light after the elevator door opened.

"Merry Christmas, Goshak."

A voice came from a high place, ethereal and indifferent.

Following the voice, Hoffa could see the wizard sitting high behind the counter. He looked like a bird building a nest, sitting on top of a Peak hat. Staring at the opened elevator in confusion.

In his perspective, the elevator is indeed open, but there is no one inside.

Hoffa didn't disturb the wizard on duty, he had already walked ghostly into the shadow world. Ghost walks, which almost overstretched their physical strength five years ago, can be used almost unlimitedly at night five years later.

Passing through the bewildered duty wizard sitting on the high platform, he came to an empty hall. This hall is full of fireplaces all the way forward, left and right. They are embedded in wooden boards, empty, like one tombstone after another.

On the ground is a dark wood floor polished to the eye. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with dim golden symbols, motionless. If it is the past, if it is the future, the to-and-fro must be crowds in this fireplace, and the flames will not stop dancing.

But on this Christmas Eve night, no one can be seen in the lobby of Ministry of Magic, only some pale lighting on the peacock blue ceiling shines on those empty fireplaces, hitting the ground, forming one after another. Long long shadows.

Deadly.

On the first floor, but you have to go deep to find it.

Thinking of Miranda, he walked straight in. After passing through the fireplace hall, Hoffa came to a deep corridor.

This corridor is completely different from the corridors above. It has no doors or windows. Below is a black corridor for people to walk on.

At the top, countless Ghost Statues are carved with marbles. Those Ghost Statues are perched on a high place with their wings spread and arms raised. They have different postures, as if they are holding something invisible. .

At night, although Hoffa can use ghost to walk indefinitely, the ghost walk lasts only ten seconds. If he enters after he runs out, there will be an interval of about one second.

In this second, he will pass through the shadow world and return to the real world. In the past, there is no difference between the gray shadow and the real world, but the color is different.

But this time, there was an accident.

For the first time in the shadow world, he saw another creature besides himself.

It is resting on the top of countless Ghost Statues, dragging a long tail, and has a snout similar to a crocodile. The body is about ten meters long and transparent. Sharp claws are placed on those The head of the Ghost Statue is resting.

Seeing that creature, Hoffa subconsciously withdrew from the shadow world, intending to attack first. But after exiting the shadow world, the creature disappeared.

There is nothing on the hands of countless Ghost Statues.

Entering the shadow world again, the sleeping creature has already woken up. It straightened up, lying on a high place, and staring at Hoffa with gray and colorless eyes, with a little horror in its eyes.

Hoffa moved.

The guy slipped off countless Ghost Statue sculptures like a lizard that sensed the danger, slid and disappeared deep in the corridor, very fast.

Just as the transparent strange dragon-shaped creature slipped away, the eyes of the Ghost Statue sculptures of aloof and remote sparkled with blue rays of light, and they opened their wings with a click, and the dust was rustling. Straight down, they all came back to life, and twisted their hard heads, staring at Hoffa in the shadows.

"There is something strange." Hoffa thought to himself, that he could detect himself in the shadows. It really deserves to be Ministry of Magic.

All the Ghost Statues in the corridor came alive, and they crawled over with a creaking sound. They were so loud that Hoffa didn't want to destroy this place and caused widespread concern, so he planned to leave immediately.

At this moment, a silhouette turned out from the corner.

"Who is where?" she asked.

All the Ghost Statues have not moved, and have become sculptures after another, but they are facing the position of Hoffa.

The visitor is a bald woman, with her palms crossed around her waist, she looks very solemn, she still wears the 19th century unique white lace dress, the skirt is tall and long, very gothic Retro.

"Is that you, Bach?"

The bald woman asked: "If it's you, please come out. I won't do anything to you."

Hoffa slowly revealed his figure from the ghost stroll. In the dark corridor, the boy and the bald woman looked at each other face to face.

"How did you know it was me." Hoffa asked Delphine.

"I guess it was you." Delfina said: "Just now the night watchman told me that an intern reported to enter the Ministry of Magic, but no one came in, I suspected This place has been invaded.

Can the top secret invade the most guarded magic place in Britain, I think only you can do it." Delfina said with a smile.

Slightly flattering words did not arouse any favor from Hoffa. He looked nervously at the pale and tall woman in front of him, and said directly: "I want to see Fatir, take me to see him. "

The woman raised her brows, said with a smile: "Ministry of Magic is very busy, generally speaking, if you want to see him, you must first register with the access control wizard, and then the access control wizard will forward the application to me , I will see it after I think it's okay, then..."

"Take me to see Fatir." Hoffa repeated it, interrupting her.

The woman sighed and opened her hands: "There is nothing you can do, Hoffa, you are so stubborn. What others say will not listen."

After that, She turned around: "If you want to see Fatir, then follow me."

She walked into the corridor, and Hoffa caught up with her in three steps and two steps. Walk side by side with her. After 3 minutes of leaving very quiet, Hoffa asked: "Did I see you before, before Paris."

"Why do you say that."

"I I think you are a little familiar, and I seem to have heard the name somewhere."

"Maybe I owe you money and haven't paid it back?"

Delfina elegantly laughed, standing in a Stopped in front of the black door and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Some tired voice came from inside the door.

The door opened and Hoffa could see the familiar guy sitting alone in the office reviewing documents. The room was dark, but it didn’t affect his vision. He could see Fatir’s side. There are piles of books and documents, and some branch-shaped candles are dotted between the walls. The flames are blue, and the swaying cold light casts on the shiny marble ground, making people feel that there is a dark water under their feet.

He could even detect something sliding around in the room, avoiding his sight. Even if he didn't enter the shadow world, he knew that it was the strange creature he had just seen outside.

"Hoffa. Bach is here." Delfina said dignifiedly: "He said he has something to ask you."

The man stopped writing, Lifts the head behind a desk half the height of a person, looking straight ahead. Under silver's long hair, blue eyes flashed with unpredictable rays of light.

Seeing what he looked like, Hoffa felt melancholy again.

He hates Fatir and does not want to see him, not only because his choice killed Aglaia, but also because his appearance is at least 50% similar to his daughter, especially the pair The eyes were almost exactly the same. He began to understand why people in Britain always like to say that your eyes are very similar to your father's and your mother's lines, because the eyes can really recall a lot of things.

"I got it."

Fatir said briefly, and started reviewing the documents again. There was no surprise at all, and he didn't even care how Hoffa entered the Ministry of Magic. "You go out, Delfina, just leave him."

"You also pay attention to rest."

Delfina is nodded, very decent Bowed slightly. Secretly, he patted Hoffa's ass unfaithfully.

Hoffa had no idea what this guy was doing suddenly, he jumped abruptly and looked at her unfathomable mystery, but Delphine had already walked out the door astonishingly. It seemed that the frivolous movement just now was not made by her at all.

"Have dinner?"

Fatier's question came from behind, and when he looked over, he had already reviewed the documents at the desk again.

"I have eaten."

"Adebe takes care of you?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry I have been busy and I have no time to see you." He said while reviewing the documents.

Hoffa was a little curious, he wandered forward. Stopping at Fatir's desk, he picked up a document on the desk and flipped through it. "Conference to Promote Alliance Wizard Integration", the document is circled, and many places are marked in detail. He put down this document, and picked up another one, "The American Wizard Congress War Aid Program". Up.

Fatier did not stop any of his actions. After taking a look at him at the first time, he never looked up again, just doing his own thing for himself.

"You know, what I hear most outside is your inaction." Hoffa chatted casually while flipping through the documents: "Say you stay closed all day and ignore political affairs. , But now it seems that you are not very hardworking. You are working on Christmas Eve."

"hmph ......"

Fatier, who works at the desk, is short and ridiculed. Calmly said with a smile, "If you were in my position, they would say the same about you. Leaders in wartime have only two outcomes: being deified and vilified. Unfortunately, I am the latter. Because I am like you, disdain to explain to mediocre people."

Hoffa put down the file and looked at his silver hair, thinking that he is Aglaia's father after all, and his heart softened.

He pushed away the documents piled up on the table, leaned on the table and whispered: "Do you know you are dangerous, Fatir?"

Fatir hand I wrote and painted, and my voice didn’t fluctuate at all: "Adebe told you about his plan?"

"No, I overheard it."

"Counting he was acquainted, he didn't drag people outside the political circle into the water."

Hoffa saw that he was like a dead person, with no mood swings from beginning to end, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He held down Fatir The hand of reviewing the documents prevented him from writing and drawing: "Tell me, what are you up to, why should I send Chloe Flamel to Britain for you?"

" It has nothing to do with you, just take care of yourself." Fatir lightly saying.

"Are you going back to a year and a half ago?" Hoffa's voice was lowered to the limit.

Fatier finally stopped reviewing the documents. He slowly lifted the head, looking at Hoffa with blue eyes, and for the first time a different kind of luster appeared in it.

"Do you want me to go back one and a half years ago?"

He put aside his pen, leaned back in his chair and asked.

Hoffa didn’t speak, he didn’t know what to say, the tearing and torment in his heart was almost magnified to the limit at this moment, as if two souls were tearing and wailing in his body at the same time, making his muscles all tense. It was tight, for a while, before he was nodded, it was extremely difficult: "Yes, I hope."

Fatier leaning on the chair smiled, smiling, he actually stood up and walked around At the table, he came to Hoffa and held his hand: "I did not misunderstand you, sure enough..." He held Hoffa's hand excitedly, like Boya holding Zhong Ziqi, Guan Zhong grabbed Bao Shuya: "You love Aglaia, it means you are still on the same front as me."

Hoffa stared at him blankly.

"There is no trustworthy person by my side, only you can still be trusted." He tightly grasped Hoffa's hand: "Tell me, will you help me?"

"I have helped you, Fatir." Hoffa withdrew his hand, "but I have to say..."

"I'm so sorry, Hoffa, I I don’t plan to resurrect her a year and a half ago."

"I...what?"

Hoffa had prepared a set of rhetoric, but Fatiel suddenly He was caught off guard by such a sentence.

I saw Fatir turned around and stood with his hand holding his hand: "What's the point of resurrecting a person, even though that is my daughter, I love her very much, but after all, it is a temporary solution instead of a permanent cure."

Hoffa is unbelievable.

I saw Fatir clenched his fists, "If Grindelwald is still alive, he will think of countless ways to torture the world, he is the real Myriad Evil Origin."

Hoffa: "Then you..."

Fatir suddenly turned, black cloak projected on the wall, like a giant dragon spreading its wings, the anger and hatred in his eyes are like flames Burning blazingly: "I want to go back fifty years ago, and kill Grindelwald directly before he was ready, and cut off the source of all disasters."