Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Hoffa opened his eyes again, his face was extremely cold, he stood up: "What about Barty Jr.?"

"I don't know." Nicholas Flamel was confused. "What's the situation? Did he launch Dark Mark? Who was fighting with you just now...?"

"Gellert .Grindelwald." He said with a cold face. walking back.

"Sure enough... it was him."

Nicholas Flamel was not surprised, but showed his face. He held his forehead clenching one's teeth and said, "I can't think of it. Someone else will do this."

Hoffa didn't answer. It's not a good time to chat.

He and Nicholas Flamel returned to the camp from the stadium roof.

At this moment, the carnival camp is in a mess, the road is blackened by countless pedestrians, and thick smoke billows, obscuring the sky.

The tents along the way are burning, and the air is full of the smell of burning wood and cloth. Ministry of Magic’s rescue has not yet come. A group of wizards huddled together tightly and ran towards the woods, as if to avoid some terrifying existence.

"mudblood ....."

"You deserve this day!"

"hahahahaha ......"

With unbridled laughter.

"Incendio!" With a loud explosion like a bang, a flying orange Fireball jumped around. The tent on the roadside caught fire.

A few guys in hoods came from a distance. They seemed to enjoy the chaos, and they kept Wand on the roadside tent.

"My child is inside, you demons--!" A few wizards in pajamas rushed out, angrily roared. But he was caught off guard and hung upside down with a curse.

"Wail."

"Struggle..."

I saw the wands in the hooded handles pointing upwards Moving forward, moving slowly across the field, above their heads, several silhouettes in pajamas were floating in the air, two of which were very small. They were twisted into various weird shapes, some crouched on their knees, some had their heads back, some had their jaws up to the sky, and some opened their mouths to shout, but they couldn't make a sound.

Like a marionette, controlled by an invisible rope from a wizard wand wearing a mask.

Hoffa stopped expressionlessly in front of the guys wearing cloak masks.

Several laughed and puppet manipulators stopped and turned to look at the young man and the old man who came over—the two men and horses looked at each other for a moment.

"Smelly bald head, what are you looking at!?"

"Hey, what is your dress up?"

Those people seem to be drinking too much, Drunk, came to Hoffa staggeringly.

One of the tall and arrogant men even used wand arrogance to stir up pieces of his clothes that had been torn by fighting.

"Meeting Veela?"

"Or the old man next to it tore it?"

"hahahaha!!! It's really interesting.... .Hiccup..."

Laughter echoed in the sky, but the tall man's body flew up, spinning like a cannonball, moving away, smashing through the burning tent, and scratching it off. After leaving the low bushes, he flew all the way to the distance, until the laughter turned into a horrified cry and disappeared into the sky.

Hoffa lowered his palm, and Golden's eyes glanced at the remaining people.

"Get off."

Several people wearing masks collapsed to the ground in fright. They looked at each other in blank dismay and ran away.

The marionettes in small groups in the sky fell down, and they fled in panic. Only one boy did not leave. She looked at the sky and the last girl who was still hanging upside down, stretching out anxiously Arm out.

"younger sister ....."

There is also the last little girl hanging upside down in the sky, her nightdress covering her head, slowly spinning.

Hoffa stood in the floating silhouette, facing the corner of the empty tent, complexion ashen: "Put her down."

No one answered.

"Can't you hear me, Crouch?"

The invisible cloak was suddenly opened, and a young man with withered hair appeared. He looked pale and his head was sweating, but he was quite Proudly said with a smile: "Did you see it, did you see it, Mr. Bach, I succeeded! I successfully launched the Dark Mark!!

"You did a great job. "

Hoffa was calm and nodded, and hooked the young man.

"Come here. "

What did the young man with withered hair feel, he rubbed his hands, hid wand behind him, smirked, and did not come forward.

"Don't you want to see the master?" Hoffa tilted her head and beckoned, "Come here, I'll take you to see him right away." "

"Hehe..."

Barty Jr. relaxed, eagerly ran to Hoffa's side.

pa! !

A slap in the air.

Pump him upside down and fly out.

Barty Jr. fell to the ground, covering his bleeding mouth, half of his face with naked eyes The visible speed swelled up.

He cried out in disbelief: "You...you...why hit me? "

Hoffa looked at him condescendingly, and picked out the teeth stuck in the palm of the right hand with his left hand.

"You...you, why hit me! ! "

He raised his wand, pointed at Hoffa, and asked incomprehensibly, "Just for a few mudbloods?"

pa!

Wand was kicked into the air, and the little girl floating in the sky fell to the ground. The boy rushed over and hugged his younger sister.

Hoffa moved away the crying siblings in front of him and strode forward. Then, in the extremely horrified eyes of Barty Jr., Hoffa picked him up again.

pa! !

pa! !

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It's another slap.

"You hit me again, you hit me again! I didn’t do anything, I didn’t do anything, you..." Barty Jr. Crouch fell to the ground, kicked his legs on the ground, and backed frantically, "You...you ......"

Hoffa caught up with him in three steps and two steps, and picked him up by the back.

Barty Jr. Raise your hand: "You are the boss, don't...please, Mr. Bach, I am wrong, I am wrong...don't hit me..."

pa !

pa! !

pa! !!!

The crisp sound reverberates, even the siblings crying in the distance do not cry, they shiver Coldly watching the bald young man in the distance riding on the yellow-haired young man, he violently opened his bow from left to right.

Barty Jr. was no longer able to do so, he was lying on the ground like a deserter in a gunfire, crying. Climbing to the distance. Usually, he climbed one side and shouted bluntly: "Sparkling, Sparkling, Sparkling save me..."

At this moment, Nicholas Flamel stepped forward and grabbed it. He took Hoffa's arm and said anxiously: "Bach, Bach...Don't fight, don't fight, you will die if you fight again, and you have to depend on the owner to fight the dog. Our goal is resurrection. "

Hoffa doesn’t follow. He kicked Barty Jr.'s chest when he was grabbed by his arm. He kicked Barty Jr. Crouch, who had been beaten into a pig’s head, in the corner and rolled into a pile of broken wood. In the barrel.

"Don't fight, Hoffa.Bach," Nicholas.Flamel said sternly, his beard trembling, "We have to leave here and wait for the Ministry of Magic to come over. We have no chance. "

As if to confirm Nicholas Flamel's words, whiz whiz whiz, a few broomsticks in the sky flew past.

Hoffa strode forward and came to the broken wooden barrel.

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I saw Barty Jr. holding head, curled up in the pieces of wood, looking at him, tears Snot, blood and broken teeth all flowed down the corners of his mouth, and there was a bitter cry of wu wu wu, crying, but still While forcibly laughing, I don’t know what's wrong.

He dragged Barty Jr.'s yellow hair with one hand, and ruthless screamed him out of the broken pieces of wood, and then came to Flamel. , Took Nicholas Flamel's hand.

Crack.

a light sound.

The three-person Disapparation disappeared.

Three Soon after the Disapparation disappeared, a large number of Ministry of Magic Officials appeared in groups in the distance. They surrounded the most chaotic area with a look of anger, the broomstick flew through the thick smoke, and the wizard on the broom used wand sprayed a jet of water, extinguishing the billowing flames below.

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When the three of Hoffa When they reappeared, they returned to Nicholas. Flamel’s cabin in London.

In the living room.

Barty Jr. is still crying and crying, as if suffering from the sky. Big grievance. Hoffa glared, he knelt down again, hugged Hoffa’s thigh, cried and laughed, and said in a vibrato: "Don't~don't~don't beat me, you can do whatever you want me to do. Mr. Bach, I listen to you in everything! "

Hoffa pulled him apart in disgust, picked up an empty wine bottle from Nicholas Flamel's table, and inserted it into his mouth, indifferently said:

"Bottle If you fall, you will die. "

"wū wū wū wū ......"

Barty Jr. finally stopped making that harsh cry, both of his hands folded together, his body curled up In the corner, holding the bottle hard, forced a smile on his face.

Nicholas .Flamel held his forehead, sat in front of the fireplace, and poke the stove with the wand. Suddenly, the fire was burning and he watched Barty Jr. flinched in the corner, shaking his head and sighing, "I don't know how Stinchcombe Crouch gave birth to such a son. It's not easy. "

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me everything you know about Grindelwald. "

The first thing Hoffa did after throwing away Barty Jr. was to sit on the sofa and ask Nicholas. Flamel about Grindelwald.

Nicholas Flamel was taken aback, then he shook his head lightly sighed, walked to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of wine. After drinking the glass of wine, he slowly sighed and said in a dreamlike tone of memory:

"50 years ago , Everyone in this world has been involved in a nightmare, no... It may be wrong to say that nightmare, it should be said that everyone has been involved in a dream.

That beautiful dream is so realistic that few people can wake up from the dream. I don’t know if you have ever experienced that. Hey, in that beautiful dream, I became the self I was when I was 20 years old. When I first met my wife, I was running in the field... "

"Say business. "Hoffa interrupted his memories with a bad expression.

Nicholas Flamel poured himself another glass of wine: "But even so, some spirit-strength powerful wizards still realize that there is something wrong with their survival in the world."

Those sober wizards are divided into two factions. One faction is led by Dumbledore. They advocate killing the source of that beautiful dream and destroying the source of the dream.

But the other faction led by Grindelwald believes that killing the source of dreams is useless, because you don’t know if the source of dreams you see is the real source of dreams, so the only way Only death, dying in dreams, waking up in reality, this is their way. "

Hoffa: "He succeeded?" "

Nicholas .Flamel: "Maybe. Judging from the results, it may be true. He was the first group of people to escape from the dream. "

Hoffa sat down, staring at the swaying fire, with a gloomy expression. He thought of what Grindelwald had said to him not long ago--it was so quiet and prosperous, Hoffa, in our day, ten Thousands of wizards will only kill each other when they are together. How can there be such a peace, which is too unreal.

"So, Grindelwald believes that this world is also a dream now? "Hoffa frowned and asked.

Nicholas Flamel nodded: "Perhaps all beautiful worlds are dreams to him, and only coldness and cruelty are real to him. "

"Damn it! "

Hoffa leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his face vigorously.

He was not afraid of Voldemort or other dark wizards driven by interests or dignity. There is a weak spot if there is self desire, and there is space to use. But obviously Grindelwald is not of this type, he is completely self-proclaimed as a human savior.

At this moment, Voldemort’s plan of resurrection, Grindelwald’s extinction World conspiracy, as well as his own inner desire. These tangled and complicated things are intertwined, making Hoffa's head as big as a fight.

He rubs his face and almost wipes off the skin.

In the room, Nicholas Flamel looked sadly at Hoffa.

Barty Jr. with a bottle in the distance did not dare to let out the atmosphere.

But it didn’t take long. , Hoffa calmed down, and his eyes were as firm as iron. There was nothing to stop him from getting the resurrection technique. He got up and came to Nicholas Flamel, "How many numbers today?" "

Nicholas .Flamel: "August 25th. "

Hoffa pondered for a moment: "On August 25th, Hogwarts will start school." You prepare, we will go to Voldemort tomorrow. "