Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Among the crowds in the stands at Quiddich, Hoffa and Nicholas Flamel sat in the second row, surrounded by fans wearing traditional costumes of various countries.

They waved their arms, their foreheads were full of sweat, and they were excited to cheer for their country's team. Even the elderly Nicholas Flamel, with his neck stretched out at this moment, stared at the middle of the field without blinking.

At this moment, the game in the arena is close to white-hot. The level of fierceness and intensity of the game now is more fierce than any competition Hoffa has seen in the past.

Firebolt sou sou flies over, the speed is fast as lightning, and the Beaters of both sides are ruthless. They don't care whether the stick in their hands hits the ball or the person, they just swipe and beat desperately.

A player was hit in the waist and almost fell off the broomstick.

"Mostafa rebukes Bulgarian Keeper for hitting people-too big elbow movement!" Ludo. Bagman loudly shouted to the noisy audience, "Ah, yes, the Irish team free throws!"

In the middle of the Quiddich arena, Leprechauns rose into the air like a group of shiny Da Huangfeng, and now they quickly formed the words "Ha! Ha! Ha!" together. Veela on the opposite side of the field jumped up and flicked their hair angrily.

"Foul!"

Hoffa's supporters of the Irish team shouted in unison. They all stood up, forming a huge green wave.

"Foul!" Ludo Bagman's voice amplified by magic repeated these two words, "Dimitrov hurt Moran-deliberately flew over and crashed-will definitely be sentenced to a free throw-no Wrong, the referee blew the whistle!"

Nicholas Flamel pushed Hoffa excitedly, "Look, it's a foul, it's a foul, it must be a fight!"

But Hoffa did. Some lack of interest, after entering the field, there is always a lingering anxiety and oppression in his heart. This oppression does not come from where he can't concentrate one's mind to watch the game.

Finally, when the Irish team’s penalty officer stood in front of the ball ring, he posted in Nicholas Flamel’s ear and said: “I’ll go out and find Barty Jr..”

"Now?"

Nicholas Flamel exclaimed, "It's so good-looking, it's not too late to find it after reading it."

"No, it won't be too long. I'm afraid that after the end, there will be many people with mixed eyes, but I can't find him."

Nicholas Flamel looked a little unhappy, like a friend who failed in the Amway movie, frowned and said, "Okay. ..... You quickly go and quickly return, don’t let the people of Ministry of Magic find out."

"Understand."

Hoffa finished speaking, gather the clothes and quickly go around Drive the crowd and walk to the top box of Quiddich stadium.

Since Nicholas Flamel pretends to be Ali Bashir, he is just a businessman, so naturally he can't sit in the box of the Ministry of Magic Official at the top level, but the distance is not far away, only a few tens of meters away. stairs.

Thinking that Harry Potter trio was on top of her head, Hoffa couldn't help speeding up. If he remembers correctly, Barty Jr. Crouch should also be sitting in the box where the Ministry of Magic and Harry are at this time.

Crossing the stairs, to the door of the top box, Hoffa saw two Auror wearing black robe standing at the door of the box, motionless.

Out of caution, his ghost wandered and disappeared.

However, when he walked to the two Aurors, he found that they were leaning against the wall with their eyes closed, their heads shaking slightly up and down.

Really lazy, Hoffa thought. You can doze off in such noisy places.

He did not wake the two of them, and quietly walked into the top box without disturbing anyone.

At this moment, everyone's eyes are focused on the field. Hoffa can see a row of youngsters with red hair, which should be children of the Weasley Family.

Several men and women with pale-gold hair should be members of the Malfoy Family.

There is also a boy with black hair, which should be the back of Harry’s head, and a girl with maroon curly hair. She is holding a brass telescope and staring at the stadium. It should be Hermione. Granger-Thinking of her own goals, Hoffa felt that her past was really naive and cute.

After standing at the door and looking around, Hoffa discovered a serious problem. Everyone described in the original work is here, but Barty Jr.. Crouch is not there, and even the house elf named Shining is not there.

This made him frowned. Could this be the legendary butterfly effect. When he saw old Barty Crouch during the day, he became alert and didn't release his son at night?

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to hesitate. He strode out of the box and hurried out of the stadium. He was going to the old Barty's house to confirm the facts.

The noise of the Quiddich stadium gradually moved away. He entered a familiar area. At this moment, there was no one outside of the empty tent area. The fog of the South Wales swamps came as expected and followed There is also some kind of weird low temperature.

The low temperature made Hoffa shiver. How could it be so cold?

Crack.

The sound of the branch being trampled off came from a distance, extremely faint.

But he was accurately caught by Hoffa. He slowly turned around and raised his ears. In the jungle behind the tent, the sound of faintly discernable conversation came to his ears.

"The cheap seed...! The cheap seed...! Please, please, haha..."

"Young Lord, you can’t leave, the master said If you leave, he will kill you!"

"You thought I would be afraid of death, huh? You bastard, do you think I would be afraid of death?"

" I don’t have it, Young Lord, I beg you..."

"Kneel down and hold!"

"Ah, here?"

"Can't you hear me?"

Sorry about it.

"Um..."

Under the moonlight, Hoffa golden's eyes suddenly widened. The odd and odd information made him realize something. He was like a ghost, slowly moving towards The place where the sound was made floated past.

After entering the jungle, he saw a very strange and unusual scene. This surprised Hoffa for about one-tenth of a second, but then he was relieved. He had even experienced the incident of collapsing himself with a single shot. What is such a thing?

I'm afraid that after Barty Jr. came out of Azkaban, his spirit has been tortured by dementor a bit abnormal.

He simply disillusioned standing on the edge of the woods, holding his shoulders and watching the transparent Barty Jr. finish, then watched him kick the house elf away with extreme disgust. Because the guy was wearing an invisible cloak, he could only see a strange thing floating in the air, disappearing in a flash, and then house elf knelt and coughed violently.

The picture is a bit disgusting. Hoffa turned his head away and walked out of the darkness behind the tree slowly: "Good spirits, Stinchcombe."

crash-bang, messy's footsteps The sound broke countless branches, and the strange bald head that suddenly appeared frightened the man under the invisible cloak, and the little elf with huge ears on the ground was frightened and screamed frantically.

Hoffa raised a finger, and the scream stopped abruptly.

The tree behind house elf suddenly came alive and locked house elf's mouth with a branch.

Hoffa stopped before the empty tree roots.

"Open the cloak, I need to talk to you."

"Gegege..." The teeth collided up and down, making a slight grating sound.

There is nothing in front of me.

Hoffa's head turned a little bit, "Don't be afraid, don't go back, I can see you."

"Who are you!?"

There was a sudden and angry roar in front of the empty tree roots. A shallow yellow-haired, scrawny young man suddenly lifted the invisible cloak on his body. He picked up a stone from the ground, dash on bravely with no thought of personal safety. Hit Hoffa in the head.

Hoffa didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he rolled up his sleeves neatly and exposed his Dark Mark in front of him.

The youth who smashed the rocks in the air changed their postures while running wildly, from dash on bravely with no thought of personal safety to the discus throwing David directly to the ancient Court Eunuch who saw the emperor's decree.

Bah.

He knelt and dragged three or four meters, rolled up a pile of leaves, slid in front of Hoffa with his knees, raised his hand and looked at his arm, and said in disbelief: "You...you Yes, the master's...servant?"

"No, I am his friend." Hoffa indifferently said: "Your master asked me to come to you. He is better than ever before. I need you."

After saying this, Hoffa regretted it, because the eyes of the thin young man with shallow yellow hair in front of him were wet quickly, and he choked a few times, wiped hot tears, and trembled. Choked and said: "I...I just...I know, I know...On this day, I know...On this day, the master, the master has not forgotten I, the master hasn't forgotten me..."

As he each minding their own business, he started crying, the more he cried, the louder he was.

Not only did I cry, but I also wanted to raise my hand to touch Hoffa's arm, as if a religious man wanted to touch some sacred relic.

Hoffa never expected that the Stinchcombe Crouch he saw was such a Stinchcombe Crouch. How could this kind of stuff have been lurking in Hogwarts for a whole year and has not been discovered?

Seeing that his fingers with Snot's tears were about to touch his arms, Hoffa raised his leg and kicked him on his chest, kicking him back.

But after he was kicked, not only was he not angry, he didn't stop, but he climbed up from the ground, rushed to the tree that bound house elf, and hugged the house. elf, mad happily said: "Sparkling! Sparkling! My master needs me, my master needs me!!"

He was so ecstatic that he was crazy on the face of house elf Kissed several times.

The poor house elf looked at Hoffa in the distance with horrified eyes. He couldn't make a sound and trembled.

"The master needs me! The master needs me, the master needs me!"

Barty Jr. Turning his head and looking at Hoffa, he rushed towards him in stride, his eyes full of enthusiasm and madness.

The madness made Hoffa a little disgusted, he took a step back without a trace, and raised his finger.

The running Stinchcombe's feet were bound by vines, and he fell to the ground. Afterwards, Hoffa snapped his fingers, and an electric current flashed across the vine, upside down Barty Jr.. Crouch's electric hair, unable to speak.

"Calm down?"

He squatted down in front of Barty Jr.

"Master, where is the master, tell me where is the master?"

Barty Jr. is still fanatical.

Zi, another burst of electricity.

"Are you calm down?" Hoffa asked cruelly.

"Asshole, I am the most loyal servant of the master, you dare to treat me like this!" He frothed and cursed.

zi!!

The current at this time is several times more powerful than just now.

The electric Barty Jr. is straight and scorched, and the sparkling struggling violently in the distance, tears overflowing in his eyes.

Hoffa slowly released his finger: "Are you calm down?"

Barty Jr. stared at him in terror, and said nothing.

Pattern.

The vines holding him loose.

Hoffa stood up and turned slowly around Barty Jr..

"Voldemort asked me to come to you, so I came, but Voldemort never said that I was not allowed to kill you, so you'd better listen to me obediently."

"How do I know...what you said is true...is false!"

Hoffa raised a finger, and Barty Jr. shut up immediately and curled up into a ball subconsciously.

"hmph," Hoffa sneered and released his finger: "Your master has a plan to resurrect, and he needs you, so I will take you out of here, do you understand."

" I understand, I understand."

Barty Jr. Crouch finally remembered, he crawled to the feet of Hoffa, and said impatiently: "Then when shall we leave, Mr. Baldhead "

"What do you call me?" Hoffa's forehead instantly burst into blue veins.

"Uh..." Thinking of the terrifying current, Barty Jr. immediately shrank again and asked weakly: "Then... Then what should I call you? "

"You can call me Mr. Bach."

After thinking about it, Hoffa gave out his surname. The surname of Bach is not unusual in foreign countries, it is bad. The kind of street.

Barty Jr. immediately entered the state, "Then Mr. Bach, do we want to inform others about the master's return."

"Wh... What?"

Hoffa didn't react too much to his sudden act.

"My master has been silent for so long, so many people have forgotten the master, so many people have forgotten our greatness, hum." I saw Barty Jr. turning around in the woods. Two laps, sneered and said: "I must let those people know who is the king of the magic world and who is the greatest dark magician in history."

"So?"

Hoffa frowned.

"So I want to do something for the master, I want to launch Dark Mark to declare this great moment!"