Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Looking at the woman walking up the stairs carrying the skirt, Fatir was stunned for a while, and Hoffa, who was locked in the astrology, was also stunned. Then, a A thick vagueness rose from the bottom of his heart. Is there anything he has overlooked?

"Minister De La Cess, what's the matter with you, you look desperate?" The tall woman stood straight in front of the hunched Fattier, and said coldly: "This is not a Demon. The attitude King should have."

"Spensel...you are not coming, are you not coming?"

In astonishment, Fatir yelled The last name of his secretary.

Hoffa looked at Delfina, and heard her Spencer’s last name, an electric light flashed through his mind, and he finally understood why he thought this woman’s name was familiar.

Delphina Spencer! ?

It was five years ago, before the First Year enrolled in school, when he had no money to enroll, the liar Goblin Induo took himself to Gringotts and borrowed the name of a declining family to give himself Cheated the tuition.

The false identity he gave himself is exactly what Delphine’s younger brother, Silby.

However, it was not until Second Year that he knew another member of the Spencer family, Silby, the crazy headmaster who nearly destroyed Hogwarts, and that can only be boarded on the offspring. Rely on the bloodline of the offspring to fight against the super madman of Slytherin's curse, the half-man king!

After understanding the relationship, Hoffa trembled like chaff all over his body. He couldn't think of the woman who delivered Chloe to her hands, the guy who claimed to be the Secretary of the Ministry of Magic... ...My old rival, the last time I met was a man, but this time I met he became a woman.

"It's you......!!!"

In the astrology, Hoffa is surprised and angry.

"You finally remembered me."

Delfina, no, Sylby turned her head and smiled, and said in an extremely teased and resentful tone: "People are here You go around so many times, but you can't even recognize others. It's really sad. Is your impression of me so shallow?"

"Run! Dharma! Thiel!!"

Hoffa's mixed hairs exploded in a bitter tone. At this moment, the Yin and Yang were reversed, and all the situation was completely reversed. He shouted to Fatir in a trembling voice, frightened and desperate.

But it was too late. I saw the bald woman shoot like lightning and hooked Fatir’s neck directly, patted his stunned face: “Of course I’m coming. I work, I have to thank you."

She grinned, then unambiguously pulled out a black branch from her waist and hugged Fatir’s neck straight into his belly. .

"Stop it!!"

Hoffa roared wildly. In the stormy sea-like emotional ups and downs, four wings grew behind him, trying to break free from the shackles of the weird metal. Flying towards the two on the high platform. The weird metal stuck to him like brushed cheese.

bang!!

Hoffa, with four wings on his back, was pulled back to the astrology under the irresistible force. This force was so great that he smashed through the metal belt and was pulled into the rotating astrology. Full of electric current inside.

puci.

An extremely unremarkable light sound.

Fatier looked at the extra black thorn in his lower abdomen, and until this moment, his expression was still dull and stunned.

"No...no...no...no...no...!"

In the astrology, Hoffa is crazy Struggling, he flew to Fatir again, but hit the energy shell brought by the rotation of the astrology again and again, like a moth fighting a fire.

Silby violently pulled out the black mistletoe.

Black air flashed, Fatir stared blankly at his chest, then at the smiling woman behind him, until a thick black air wafted out of his wound, he didn’t realize To what happened. He closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, he was already relieved and relieved, as well as extremely melancholy and helpless.

Plop.

He knelt on the ground, held his hand on the railing, and looked at the boy in the astrology in the distance, muttered: "You promised me...Hoffa... "

After that, he headed down and slipped to the ground silently, and fell under the feet of his secretary, the tall bald woman. Biblue's eyes were wide.

"Ah...God..."

Looking at those eyes, Hoffa almost fainted in pain, and his whole body was cold. , Bent down in the huge astrology, covered his lower abdomen, his heart twitched and almost stopped beating.

The bald woman turned her head slightly and looked at the suffering young man, gracefully stepping over Fatir's corpse, and holding the control lever of the arrow of time.

"Brother...I dream...I am looking forward to this day...cough cough cough..."

"cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, she bent down and coughed violently, almost unable to herself. She coughed until she squirted out bitter juice, she reluctantly stood up with the joystick, her skin was pale as paper, and her posture was extremely weak, but the handsome face was full of arrogance and surly, she looked locked in. Hoffa in the planetarium said weakly and intermittently:

"hehehehe...cough cough...cough cough...hiccup... ...Brother...cough cough...you guess...the strongest cage in the world...cough cough... .. What is it? Oss.......cough cough ......Auschwitz? Bastille? Cough cough ......Or, is it Azkaban? cough cough cough cough cough .. ....."

She coughed and couldn't catch her breath, as if she had exhausted the strength of her body just by talking. She held the joystick, her tone of vicissitudes, seemed to be asking Hoffa, again Seems to be asking God.

"Silby..."

"Silby!"

"Silby!!!"

Hoffa crawled inside the astrology, holding the energy field tightly, until he focused his hand on, he didn't realize it. The despair of being plotted against made him unable to speak. He was stunned, and the only thing he could do was Repeating his name. There is only endless regret and unwillingness in my heart. Why didn't I find out earlier, why I didn't think about it, why I was so full of Grindelwald but I forgot my true enemy.

"Neither..."

Silby said each minding their own business, coughing and laughing:

"Yes...yes...cough cough...fuck...fuck...time, smooth ...Smooth people's edges and corners, kill...people's passion, swallow people's will...even...even, even... Let your body go forever...There is nothing more...a cage stronger than time...he he he... .Hiccup.......cough cough cough ha ha ha ......"

I finished laughing.

Crack! !

With the heavy lifting of the joystick.

The arrow of time rotates 90 degrees clockwise.

1→50

The huge planetarium suddenly turned, and Chloe floating in midair melted directly into the endless electric current.

No! ! !

Hoffa opened his mouth to the base of his ears, and his mouth was full of sharp teeth, but there was no sound.

The rich silver white light completely submerged him, and the endless force pushed him, dragged him into the crazily flowing river of time, and dragged him into the rolling wheel of fate.

The last picture he saw was the woman with a smile, lip-mouthing a few letters.

seeyou......forever

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Revolving, mottled, broken, nightmare, blood, magic, death, hope, despair, disillusionment, rebirth.

There is no sound at all.

Cold as Spiritual God, indifference as law.

The giant tortoise stands on the back of another giant tortoise. The giant tortoise stands on the back of another giant tortoise. The tower bends and forms a serpentine serpent. The serpent has its tail and spawns, and the rings are embedded. Each snake ring becomes a pattern on the giant turtle's back.

The comet in the sky flashed by, and before it fell to the ground, it turned into dust.

The trees grow crazily, blinking to the sky, blinking miserably. The lizard spit out its tongue and stretched out into the flying flies, but before catching its prey, it withered, decayed, and turned into ashes.

The lover came to him and asked him for a hug, but after the warmth of the touch, he fell in love.

Thousands of logistics turn, the lost is regained, the gains are lost, the stars are swaying, between the sun and the moon, the bright and dim reciprocating, the tide rises and falls, the rivers go east, the dead are like this, the red face is withered, the blue sea turned into mulberry fields

Countless strange images flashed past Hoffa's eyes, until he fell heavily to the ground before he felt that he had been lying on the ground for a long, long time.

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"Silby......"

The sound is insignificant.

He subconsciously murmured a name, and he felt a little strange and far away. The fierce emotions that had just been violent and oily had long disappeared. He looked at the dark dome, and he could see nothing except for some shadowy large boxes and waterproof cloth.

Recall rise in the mind.

"Fatir..."

He yelled again. The air he exhaled this time blew the spider web on top, and the rustling dust fell. Entering his mouth, he slowly climbed up, his joints making a crackle sound.

His vision is very broken, his eyes are like a kaleidoscope, his body is very exhausted, so tired that he can hardly stand upright, he grabbed a piece of black waterproof cloth next to him, and barely fell.

But after not holding on for a few seconds, he still fell to the ground, both of his painful legs trembling.

"Chloe..."

The memory came out of his mind gurglingly, he exhales one breath saying, rolled up a piece of dust, exhausted Lie down on his knees.

"Silby...Fatier...Chloe...Silby...Fatier..... .Chloe..."

He repeated these three names, completely unaware of where he was, besides the thick dusty waterproof cloth, he was still waterproof cloth.

Until a hard object hurt his knee, he re-mechanically climbed up from the ground and took out the hard object. It was a faint crystal necklace of rays of light, exquisitely crafted. , Very beautiful.

Out of a certain instinct, he subconsciously clenched the necklace firmly, supported the waterproof cloth beside him, and walked out a little bit. A row of staggering footprints was left behind.

"Silby...Fatier...Chloe..."

He repeated three unconsciously A name, walked up the empty stairs. He doesn't know where to go, but instinctively feels that he should go out, find help, find some water, find some food, find some night...

Things are counterproductive, after a long trek , What he saw was dazzling sunlight. It shone from the high invisible dome skylight and shone on Hoffa's face, making him almost dizzy.

He held on to the wall beside him, touched it, and touched a button, then he leaned against the wall and gasping for breath, his chest was aching.

After a while, there was a pleasant voice.

ding dong.

"The ninth layer is here."

A door opened, and the noise of chirp chirp twitter twitter was so noisy that it was a headache. He gasped, his brain in a mess.

Until someone shouted, "Hey, you can't get in, the elevator is going away."

He didn't realize it, subconsciously turned over and got into the gold and jade in glorious splendor. Elevator.

The elevator is full of people.

But no one Hoffa knew.

"Disaster Reversal Department." Someone asked him sympathetically.

"Heh...heh..." Hoffa firmly squeezed the necklace in her hand, gasping for breath.

"It's so pitiful, the interns of these years are really sad."

Someone said sympathetically.

"Who said no? When I first came for an internship, George sent me to fix a muggle toilet. The toilet was cursed, and I sprayed it with one click."

"Yeah, you are so disgusting."

"Don't say this, by the way, did your department find Bertha Jorkins?"

"Not yet ."

"It’s weird. It doesn’t take you to spend so long on vacation. Albania is so fun?"

"Follow her, that woman is always nervous and doesn’t go anywhere. Strange."

ding dong.

Sweet female voice: "Sixth Layer, Department of Magical Transportation, including Floo Network Management Bureau, Broomstick Management and Control Bureau, Portkey Office, and Apparition Testing Center."

The elevator stopped and the crowd In and out, in and out, in and out.

Hoffa listened to the female voice in her ear and knew that she was still in the Ministry of Magic.

"Silby...Fatier...Chloe...Miranda...Miranda... "

Thinking of his friend who was locked out of the phone booth, he felt like he had caught a straw, his chaotic eyes regained some clarity, and his palm was pressed directly to the first floor.

The elevator stopped.

He was squeezed out of the elevator by those with high hats, pushing and shoving, like a pinball in the crowd, and annoying paper airplanes everywhere in the air. , And the dazzling and almost blind sunlight.

He lowered his head and clenched the necklace in his hand. Staggered through the fireplace corridor of the vast crowd, crowded with people, and came to the streets of London in the scorching sun.

Dazzling.

Bright.

The snow and ice of Christmas have long since disappeared. On the wide and flat asphalt road, the red double-decker bus galloped past, and the pedestrians chatted leisurely. Multi-colored balloons were flying in the air. In the glamorous brand-name shop, the teenager slid down the steps on the skateboard, the lovers kissed on the side of the street, and the Ferrari galloped past with a roar of bombing the street.

A silhouette in the distance attracted Hoffa's attention.

"Miranda..."

He stumbled over.

When I approached, I found that it was just a poster in a billboard.

In that billboard, a cool man wearing sunglasses is holding a gun, and in his arms is a girl holding a paper bag. The girl looks like Miranda, but she is definitely not her .

Looking at the billboard, Hoffa fell to the ground with a plop.

He sat under the poster of "This Killer Is Not So Cold". Looking at the big cool nose of Jean Renault in the picture, he was in a daze.

1994.

Fifty years later.

(To be continued)