Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

A man and a woman looked at each other in the air, cold sweat slowly streaming down Hoffa's face, his fists gradually clenched. The nightmare god slowly bends down, and Golden's long hair hangs in Hoffa's ear:

"Promise, Hoffa.Bach, look around, isn’t this the world you love so much? There are many more People are waiting for you to save them. They were in double pain fifty years ago."

Hoffa panted, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"This is the meaning of being a savior, this is the meaning of transcending the mundane, and this is the limit that life can reach." The two sticks closer and closer, and the bright lips of the nightmare god are about to stick to Hoffa's ears closed: "Promise, I will help you, whatever you want."

"Ha...Ha..." Hoffa gasped, stammering and asked: "As long as... as long as I promise, will you help me go back fifty years ago?"

"Yes." Nodded, the god of nightmares.

"As long as... as long as I promise to go back, will you help me defeat Silby?"

"Yes, I promise." The corner of the nightmare god's mouth It rises, revealing a fascinating, inverted smile of all beings, quietly waiting for the answer from the other party.

After breathing for a while, on the silent stage, chaotic spotlights lingered from the two people. When Hoffa's face was photographed, he tilted his head, with a trace of contempt on his face—"But, I refuse."

The smile on the face of the nightmare god disappeared at a speed visible to naked eye: "What?"

"My Hoffa.Bach favorite thing to do is to say NO to those who think they are smarter than me." He pushed off the drum set, stood up, and wore his blond hair. The woman’s face pushed her back step by step: "hmph, even as a Spiritual God, there are corners that you can’t reach. Even if you watch my heart so many times, you still don’t know anything about me."

The blonde woman widened her eyes, stepped back step by step, and retreated to the corner of the stage. Her eyes seemed to be looking at a creature that she never understood.

Looking at the little monster looking like hell, an extremely refreshing feeling of revenge against the world and fate appeared on Hoffa's chest, which made him extremely happy. He pinched the pointed chin of the Spiritual God in front of him and picked it up. stand up.

"Do you know, what is my biggest gain after being a local tyrant for a month?"

The nightmare god does not answer.

Hoffa wrote in her ear, lightly said with a smile: "If you ask someone to do something, you have to behave poorly, especially for a man of honorable status like me."

Nightmare The face of God gloomy came down: "Do you know what you're talking about."

"I know."

Hoffa let go, put his hands behind him, and didn't look back. Walked out of the theater: "I'm glad you can come back and find me, little monster. It's the blessing of three lifetimes to perform with you. However, you should give this opportunity to others to save the world. As for me, just mix it up. Eat and wait to die to be a rich second generation, hahahaha..."

He walked further and further, the blond woman stood on the empty stage illuminated by the spotlight, looking at the young man’s back, Gritting his teeth loudly said: "If you think about it, call me anytime, and I will help you."

Hoffa raised his arm, made a gesture of goodbye, and strode across the group of sleeping tramps. After that, he walked out of the theater.

Outside the theater, the sky has revealed a grey dawn, and the long and difficult night is coming to an end. A black extended Rolls Royce as long as a bus drove slowly towards the theater and stopped in front of Hoffa.

He held the handle of the car with a happy expression and opened the door with a click.

But at this moment.

Along with an extremely brilliant fire light, and a secret and triumphant chuckle: "hmph hum hahahahaha..."

A strong ominous omen rise in the mind , It was almost lifeless breath that could be sniffed, Hoffa's smile disappeared, and he looked back abruptly.

Boom! !

A dazzling white light rose from the theater into the sky, like a huge flame skull, directly tore the dome of the entire theater and threw it high into the sky. On the roof of his luxury car. It was as if someone dropped a high-explosive bomb in the theater he bought, and flames sprayed out from every corner of the building's windows.

Big Bang!

He turned pale in fright.

The driver hired at a high price in Rolls-Royce is very professional. He immediately jumped out of the car, held Hoffa's shoulder, and pushed him into the luxury car, "Go on, Mr. Bach!"

The intensity of the unknown became stronger and stronger, he backhanded the driver back into the car, then slammed on the door, and ran all the way back to the theater.

The tongue of fire licked past his side. Some peculiar silver light spots floated in the theater, the fluorescent spotlights on the top were blown up and the crackle wires dragged in the air, drawing out one after another electric light, thick smoke billowing in the theater, flames from all corners Gushing out like a tide.

There are still countless tramps, addicts, punk parties hypnotized by the god of nightmares on the ground...They lie in the flames, everyone holding rolls of pounds in their hands, There was still the smile on his face when he was in the carnival, but he didn't mean to stand up to avoid disaster.

"Hey!!"

Hoffa's hair exploded, turned pale in fright. Thinking of the thousands of lives in his theater, he propped up the shield curse without the slightest hesitation.

"Wake up!!!"

A huge arc-shaped shield appeared, blocking those who fell asleep on the ground, he roared loudly, trying to wake up Those people: "Wake up!"

A trace of silver light floated from the mouth of the sleeping person and flew straight to the center of the stage. At the same time, their bodies were being licked by the tongue of flames, usually in pieces. It seemed that it was not the flesh that burned, but the paper.

Following the flying silver light, I saw a man wearing a metal birdcage slowly stood up in the thick flames in the center of the stage, and he turned his head slightly and glanced at the standing The teenager holding a shield at the entrance of the theater, with his hands folded, a huge red triangular eyes appeared behind him, and the man wearing a birdcage turned back and walked into the vertical pupils with red eyes.

"Stop!"

The air was scorching hot like boiling water, and Hoffa was furious. Everything that happened here was under his control. He didn't expect, Someone dared to hit his place like this. He not only smashed his place, but also wanted to kill everyone present under his protection.

He supported the shield and rushed towards the huge red eyes that were shining on the stage, but the red eyes swirled and disappeared. Together with that strange man, he was swallowed by endless yellow flames, leaving no trace.

When Hoffa rushed to the center of the theater, she saw nothing but the blonde woman who had just talked to herself fell to the ground, her clothes all scorched, her eyes closed. .

"Hello? Little monster?"

Hoffa shook her body, but the almost perfect fleshy body was turned into pieces as soon as he picked it up. Dissipated into the air.

"This...?"

Boom!

The bursting ceiling smashed a huge broken wooden beam and hit it less than three centimeters away. Countless fire stars and scorching charcoal were smashed out, and the fire in the whole theater became more and more prosperous. .

"Damn!"

He spread his wings behind his back and flew out of the theater, wanting to become a Thunderbird, calling for rain to extinguish the flames.

But when he flew into the sky, he saw a red sun rising from the horizon in the distance.

Under that round of sunlight, the magic power surging in his body faded like tide.

It's dawn.

A stubborn word from a god-niang was forcibly held in his throat, and the wings behind him turned into nothingness, and he fell straight down.