Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Boom! !

With that gunshot.

Those warm and welcoming daily disappeared, cold fate pulls out its sharp fangs.

The bullet seemed to have penetrated the young Hoffa's brain at the same time, shattering all the education, instruction, and life he had experienced in this brief moment, leaving only a void.

Looking at the blood pouring out in front of him, the brains hanging from the back of the chair, the bone fragments sprayed on the wall, and the palm of the hand hanging under the chair, the face with a faint smile. It seemed to be the biggest mockery of fate for him.

"Ha...Ha...?"

The huge unknown uncertainty and the huge inevitability simultaneously overwhelm him, which plays a role in the emotional compensation mechanism. Next, he actually laughed, twitching, difficult, and purposeless.

"Ha...Ha..."

His trembling extend the hand, trying to wake up the smiling old man, so that he doesn't joke with himself. But it was only a corpse that gradually lost its temperature.

"Ah!!!"

After confirming that his aging self was really dead, he holding head, his fingers deep in his hair roots, let out an incredible scream, several With this scream, the returning swallows of hundred meters scattered their nests and flew away.

He backed up, embarrassed, and rushed out. The revolving glass door of the audio-visual store closed suddenly after he left. The sign of [Closed Today] flew high in the sky, and several talked and laughed and held the law. The neighbor who went home with stick and vegetables was directly knocked down by him who ran wildly, flustered and exasperated complained.

Hoffa was frightened and fleeing aimlessly. He didn't even know what he should escape and where he should go. He felt that no matter what he did, he couldn't escape this terrifying fate.

He only ran forward and didn't dare to turn his head back, as if he could see the smiling self, the guy who fell on the chair, Both eyes are spiritless.

That old bastard......! !

Damn it!

Damn it! !

The scenery around him retreated quickly. I don’t know how long he ran, how far he ran, and how many turns he made. He hit the wall and stopped by a strange stone river, trembling. , The body is pale.

He slumped on a riverside chair and looked at his palm. It was intact. The time flare has disappeared. The logical chain that maintains his existence is no longer disintegrating. Even a fool can figure out the reason. There are no two of him in this time and space.

But at this moment, his mental state was so bad that he couldn't be worse. On July 24, 1994, he died of suicide. If man’s destiny is a closed loop, then is this day his time of death?

Indeed, reason told him that everyone would die. Even in the most exaggerated fantasy, the so-called creator god, Great Firmament Golden Immortal, primordial daofather, will eventually die in the long river of time. That immortality is just a fool's fantasy, used to counter his cowardice and fear of death.

But then again, who is not afraid?

What's more terrifying is that although there are still fifty years to live, if you can't escape the end of suicide no matter what you do, what is the point of working hard?

Think of the empty house, the grandiose Lamborghini.

At this moment, he felt extremely weak, and even more indescribably funny. That black humor in the bones must be the biggest joke God has ever made with himself.

He wanted to find someone to talk about, about this impermanent world, about this fucking fate, this crazy and extreme life, and his emotions that cannot be described in words.

But he found no one beside him to talk about.

He is not in his own time and space, nor in the familiar world. In fact, he felt that even if he was there, he couldn't find a suitable person to talk to.

Who is willing to believe what he has experienced?

Who can understand this complex and absurd emotion?

The world is so big, maybe there is no second person's experience similar to me.

The huge incredible turned into humiliation and unwillingness. It was the humiliation of being played. He lifts the head and looked at the sky, biting his fist, his chest violently ups and downs.

"My dear, do you love me?"

"Of course, you little fool, I love not only in the past, but also in the present, and I will love in the future."

"How long do you love?" the woman asked charmingly.

"Forever."

"hmph, hate it."

"Why do you hate it, baby."

"The next life Don't you love it?"

The night is already late at night, and there are many benches by the river. Some couples are sitting on the benches and kissing. You and I are whispering, with their heads on their heads. It is very romantic.

Hoffa lowered his head, who almost snapped off his palm, and turned his head in disbelief. The romance of others ignited the emotions that were about to burst in his chest like explosives. It was a huge injustice, an incomparable injustice. !

At this moment, the death of his lover, the death of being forced to cross, the death of the nun, the death of Fatir, and so on, new and old grudges rise in the mind, and he can no longer restrain it.

"Why...It's me!?"

bang!!

With a loud noise, his arm deformed into a blood-colored wing that was more than ten meters long and swept past heavily.

It's like an angry child kicking the building blocks that he has piled up fortunately. Those romantic, gentle, calm, and whispering couples were swept directly by the sudden disaster, hovering in the river, screaming again and again.

"I, why must it be me!?"

He lifts the head, roaring, everything in all directions is like a huge prison, obviously free, but suppressing He couldn't even breathe.

The crazy and stern roar made passers-by look sideways, and saw a huge Thunderbird nearly a hundred meters long appeared. He rose from the ground, fell from the sky, and hit the ground heavily.

Countless houses crashed and pedestrians scattered and screamed and fled.

Unconsciously, he hovered and flew high like a madman, flew to the distance, and then fell like a parabola, destroying all the area close to a kilometer into a piece of rubble.

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Ministry of Magic.

Minister Conference Hall.

Two men are sitting on either side of the desk.

One of them is a short fatty, wearing a long striped cloak, wearing a four-corner wizard hat, rubbing his hands, smiling a little cramped. Behind him stood a large number of Ministry of Magic Officials.

Across from him was an old man wearing a pointed wizard hat. He had a long white beard and a purple cloak that was dragged to the floor. He leaned casually. On the chair, the blue eyes under the transparent half-moon glasses flickered.

"Professor Dumbledore has to worry a lot about the security work of this Triwizard Tournament. After all, it is related to the glory of Britain wizard. Last year, and those things the year before..." The short man scratched I scratched my head and looked a little nervous: "Can not happen, try not to happen."

"What are you thinking, Cornelius."

Albus .Dumbledore has some helpless fingers crossed "This event is held in Hogwarts. Do you think I will damage the reputation of my school?"

"Haha, I am certainly very happy to be able to say that by Professor Dumbledore." He rubbed his hands and smiled, Cornelius. Fudge pushed forward the volume of parchment in front of him: "Then, you can sign this security agreement. When the time comes, we will send some Aurors to station in Hogsmeade. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind."

The old man with half moon glasses and a crooked nose said gently: "I also hope that things like last year will not happen."

"No Problem, no problem! Make sure everyone obeys your dispatch," he said, turning his head majesticly, looking at a one-eyed man with a scar face standing behind him: "Moody, did you hear me? This year, your burden It's also very heavy."

"What are you worried about, Minister." Scared Alastor Moody frowned, "I promise, as long as there is a place where I am, there will never be Any accident happens..."

Boom! !

The door was slammed open.

A woman dressed as Auror with her shoulders covered and wet, broke into the Conference Hall. She gasping for breath, her face is anxious.

Cornelius .Fudge frowned immediately stood up and said sternly: "What's the matter, Natalie? Didn't you see me and Professor Dumbledore having a meeting?"

"No.. ...Not good!"

The drenched woman did not stop Fudge's drink, she said anxiously: "Weybridge... 15 kilometers east of Weybridge , Place, there appeared a...an uncontrolled Thunderbird!!!"

The Conference Hall was quiet for a moment.

After that, there was a burst of confusing discussion.

"Ah, Thunderbird?"

"Isn't that something that can only be found in America?"

"is it possible that someone starts smuggling magical again Creature?"

"It may be someone who has the heart...Smuggling with the Quiddich world cup..."

"Don't make a noise!"

Female Auror was crying in a hurry. She pulled out wand and pointed to the ceiling. The ceiling at the top of the Conference Hall surged under the spell, reflecting the outside situation into the Conference Hall.

The night sky that should have been clear is now abnormally rolling endless dark clouds. In the dark clouds, dense lightning like a spider web is constantly flashing. Even if you can't hear a sound, you can still imagine that the world outside is experiencing What degree of rainstorm is coming.

Female Auror pointed to the ceiling, "Half an hour ago, that creature went all the way to Westminster. Many muggles have seen it."

Cornelius. Fudge out of one's wits stood up and turned his gaze to Albus. Dumbledore aside, "Is it... Newt guy?"

But Dumbledore, who has never been able to beat thunder, and remained calm even when the sky fell. At this moment, looking at the billowing lightning on the ceiling, his mouth was slightly open, his pupils were shining with inexplicable rays of light, Cornelius Fudge even called him several times, and he did not come back to his senses.

At this time, the one-eyed man with a scarred face in the crowd stood up, and he calmly took his wooden legs to the ground, and the invisible spirit strength field spread.

"Don't pant, Natalie, make it clear, what happened?"

Mad-Eye Moody's normally scary face is surprisingly safe at this moment Feeling, the woman wiped the drops of water on her face, "It's like this. Half an hour ago, someone witnessed a huge four-winged creature in Weybridge. It kept hitting the ground and was somewhat mentally disturbed. The magical creature of the same trade. A colleague of the Secretary said that it is a Thunderbird that is about to reach adulthood...Now, there has been a large-scale riot in that area."

"I see," Moody calmly nodded, "Immediately Contact the Department of Disaster Reversal and the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures, and then call in those people from the Invisible Task Force. Together, we..."

"No need."

Suddenly, Dumbledore, who had been in a trance, stood up and interrupted Moody. He tidyed up his robes and restored his unique calm and rationality: "Just deal with those muggle problems. Now, give me that Thunderbird."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at anyone, and walked past the wet female Auror and left the Conference Hall.