Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"How is his situation?"

(Vaguely, Hoffa heard someone ask this curiously, he tried to move, but it was impossible to move even a little bit)

"Is it related to you?" Someone said impatiently.

"It's strange." Some women said so.

"Why is it weird?"

"When he was sent in the morning, we had diagnosed him with a level 3 severe burn. Almost all of his skin was burned, just one minute away. He breathed out, but at night...he seemed to be..."

(Hoffa feels itchy skin, so he struggles)

" What does it seem?"

"It seems that there is only a level 1 mild burn..." The woman replied in a bewildered manner: "It's obviously been less than twelve hours, why...? "

"Well, Metz, you are observing very carefully, but-Obliviate."

The spell rays of light flashed, Hoffa opened his eyes and what he saw was The pitch-black ceiling, and the dripping bottles on hand, in the dark room under the moonlight, there are scattered bottles and cans everywhere, and it is extremely crowded. There is an old man holding a wand and pointing to one standing at him. The witch next to him has a dull expression and a ignorant look after waking up.

He raised his arm, but he felt that his whole body was almost tied tightly. Upon closer inspection, he found that he had been tied into a mummy, lying on an iron bed.

After thinking about it for a moment, he understood what happened. A wizard set a fire in his theater. Not only did it set the fire, but he also blasted his theater into the sky. I wanted to put out the fire, but unfortunately it was daytime, and I fell off the fire sea and was taken to the hospital.

Thinking of the thousands of civilians who came to see the party in his theater, he was still in the mood to continue to lie down, without the slightest hesitation, he pulled away the catheter on his arm and brought blood to himself All of his bandages were torn off.

The sound of the bandage breaking attracted the old man holding the wand, he immediately put away the wand, and came to the bedside in two steps.

Hoffa saw him clearly and became even more disgusted. A wrinkled face plus a few sparse hairs, trembling fingers-it's Nicholas Flamel.

"It's you again?" he asked impatiently.

"It's me."

"Where is this?"

"My basement."

"Stay and go !"

He pushed Nicholas Flamel away, each minding their own business tore off the bandage, took a set of clothes on the hanger and put it on his head, and walked out with his legs.

"smelly brat, where are you going again?"

Nicholas Flamel tried to hold him, but he ignored him. He refused to give up, and chased up with his crutches: "You can't go back to that theater now, you must not go back."

"Why?" Hoffa looked at Nicholas. Flamel negatively: " I should have warned you not to follow me, right?"

"I'm not following you, now you are burnt to ashes." He was annoyed and paused with the crutch: "I'm really invincible, I I didn't see the Blood Race that survived by roasting on the fire during the day, you have to thank me!"

Hoffa stopped, his expression slightly softened.

Nicholas Flamel sighed, turned around and pushed the sluggish witch out of the door, and then closed the door with a bang. I took out a radio from the corner and placed it in front of Hoffa. After turning the switch a few times, the broadcast of zi zi flowed from the radio: "BBC Evening News, it is reported that it was on Saturday morning today. At this point, a fire broke out in a theater in Soho, London, which caused a lot of damage to surrounding buildings. Fortunately, no one died and only one man was injured. At present, the injured man has been taken to the hospital. The specific cause of the fire is still under investigation. In the middle, the preliminary judgment is that the electricity is used carelessly, and I hope that everyone will be cautious when using electricity..."

The voice of the hostess on the muggle broadcast did not fluctuate and read the manuscript. , Some news about the weather and current affairs began to be reported, but Hoffa felt something was wrong with it.

No one died?

One person was injured.

Last night he clearly watched thousands of people turn into ashes in the fire sea, how could no one die? This kind of horror incident similar to 9/11, no one cared after it happened, it’s this world I am crazy or I am crazy.

At this time, Nicholas Flamel tuned the radio to the magic channel again: "...At six o'clock this morning, a large number of muggles disappeared on the bar street in Soho, London. The preliminary judgment was made. Due to the transmission of magic, the perpetrators are unknown, and the number of missing persons is unknown. Disaster Reversal Department members have been sent to repair. If you see missing muggles or suspicious persons, please contact Defense Against the Dark Arts Department as soon as possible. Thank you for your cooperation. ——The Voice of Wizard reports for you. Next, let’s look at the next set of newsletters. Quiddich World Cup will be held at the end of this month......."

Nicholas Flamel turned off the radio and whispered Said to Hoffa: "Don't cause trouble, keep a low profile, we can't attract any attention from Ministry of Magic this year, do you understand?"

"Obviously a lot of people died, why did they say that none of them died? ?" Hoffa asked her doubts.

"Carrion potion."

Nicholas .Flamel sighed, he pulled out a wine bottle from the bottle next to it. The bottle was burnt in black paint. U, Diffindo, but Hoffa can still recognize that it was the 96 Polish distilled vodka he used to pour the nightmare god.

Nicholas Flamel said in a condensed voice: "I entered your theater immediately after the fire was extinguished, and found this before the Ministry of Magic. After my test, someone was in the drink you provided. Put in the carrion potion, this kind of potion will melt the human body into the most basic element within a few hours after drinking it, and it is one of the most terrifying potions in the world."

"What Why do you need medicine?" Hoffa was confused: "What is the purpose? Who would have trouble with a group of homeless people?"

"I don’t know, but I’m more inclined. That person’s goal was originally you, he Want to kill you, but you didn't get caught."

Poison yourself?

Hoffa thought of the strange man who looked at him coldly in the flames last night, his five fingers clenched into fists, and the skeleton crackle. But after thinking about it again, he immediately denied this rhetoric.

"Impossible, I will open a free party in Soho in the last week, everyday all will provide drinks, these drinks are directly transferred from the winery, thousands of bottles, if you just want to kill I, why use such a wide range of tricks? Besides, after fifty years, I haven't found any traces of me in this world. Who will kill me without a problem?"

" That’s to cover people’s eyes."

Nicholas Flamel put down the bottle, "Carrion poison was originally used to destroy the corpse and evidence. A bottle of carrion poison, plus a fire, is enough to make any People disappeared silently."

As he said, he was also frowned: "But it's really strange. Use carrion poison to kill muggle, and set a fire to destroy the corpse and evidence. Is it true? Don’t want to attract the attention of others?"

? ? ? ?

Hoffa is at a loss. He believes that there are always reasons for killing, love killing, vendetta killing, profit killing...but each of them seems to have nothing to do with the fire in his own theater. The man ran away after setting off the fire. He didn't mean to explain it at all. What did he want to do?

He walked around in Nicholas Flamel's room.

Are you dreaming?

He thought of this possibility because the nightmare god saw that he didn't agree to its request, fly into a rage out of humiliation, and put himself together?

So he ran his magic power. The magic power was running normally, without any jerky. Looking around, the scenery was normal, it was the night, and he was full of energy, without any traces of dreams.

He is not dreaming. After dreaming so many times, he can clearly distinguish the difference between dreams and reality.

Is it the Tom group again...Hoffa thinks about it, but still feels something is wrong, even Tom wouldn’t be meaningless to do something to a group of homeless people who are partying, let’s talk about it. Judging from the time, that guy doesn't know where he is struggling on whilst at death's door at the moment, how could he come and blow up his own theater with an unfathomable mystery.

The incident became complicated and confusing. He was ready to eat and wait to die in this world, but this sudden change made his head hurt.

"Don't think about it," Nicholas Flamel said helplessly: "You shouldn't be so high-profile. Although the Britain Ministry of Magic doesn't know how many people have died, I can detect the poison. They can too. Maybe they have already set up an inescapable net in your theater, so you must not go back now."

Nicholas Flamel seemed rather calm, he put away the bottle:

"By the way, if you are ashamed for the death of that group of people, I can tell you that it doesn't matter. If you don't go back, this world timeline will collapse sooner or later. What is the death of a thousand people."

"Don't buckle my hat, it's like I killed these people!" Hoffa scolded.

(Nicholas. Flamel shuts up and shrugs without talking, he is smashing in the piles of bottles and cans.)

Everything is not going well, Hoffa wants to rub her hard Hair, but found that his hair was burned out by the flames, before he had time to grow out, he also became a bald head at this moment.

"Damn it."

He kicked a medicine bottle away, and his anger rose up. Silby had gray hair, so he turned gray hair. Alby is bald, he becomes bald, why is that guy so soul of a deceased has not yet dispersed?

The more he thinks about him, the more upset he looks at Nicholas Flamel: "The ugly thing is ahead. Although you saved me, but you want me to go back, I persuade you to die!"

"I didn't come to find you to go back." Nicholas Flamel put down his work, sighed, and said: "If you really don't want to go back, who can force you."

paused, he said: "Actually, I came this time to ask you for help."

"I want to come again? Old man, am I familiar with you?"

"It's not that kind of busy, it's very simple for you." Nicholas Flamel turned his head quite sincerely: "I want to ask you to help resurrect Chloe."