Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The next day.

Continuous rain enveloped the land of London, and the crackle of rain on the glass made people upset.

In the room of Nicholas Flamel, Stinchcombe little Crouch kept turning around in the living room, like a hamster running wild in a roller, endlessly looping.

Every time he turns, he casts his eyes on the boy who is leaning on the sofa, but the bald head is just a gloomy face, and he doesn't mean to pay attention to him.

Hoffa took a newspaper and sat on the sofa. In the newspaper, the headline in black and white is so eye-catching [The Horror Scene in the Quiddich World Cup] There is also a flashing black and white photo of the Dark Mark hanging on the treetops next to it.

Behind the photo, a series of events that happened after the Quiddich World Cup finals are recorded eloquently. Any contradiction refers to "you know who." No one thinks about Grindelwald at all, even No one mentioned the disappearance of anyone.

This makes him puzzled. Are the Ministry of Magic people blind? Can’t see that so many people have disappeared? Didn’t the relatives of the missing people report to the Ministry of Magic? What's wrong with this world?

Grumbling...

In the basement of the house, there was the sound of medicine boiling, and then a strong potion smell permeated the house.

Barty Jr. Crouch finally stopped, rubbing his hands and looking at the basement expectantly.

After a while, Nicholas Flamel got out of the basement with several plates in his hand. On the plates were several tubes of blue potion.

"What did the Ministry of Magic say?"

He came to Hoffa with the plate.

"All the attention is on Voldemort. There are no reports of missing persons, or even any statement. These guys are too corpse, right?" Hoffa looked at the newspaper blankly.

Nicholas Flamel: "Cornelius. Fudge is not a wise wizard in the first place. All his attention is on his own position and will not cause scandals during his tenure. Besides, even if he wants to report It may take a week before the backup personnel are missing."

Hoffa brows tightly frowns put down the newspaper, he always felt that things were not that simple. Grindelwald, the guy hiding in the dark, must have used other methods to hide the news of his own massacre, but he still doesn't know it yet.

Nicholas Flamel took out a tube of potion from the plate and handed it to Hoffa: "This is a septic potion, which can inhibit the blood race power in your body. Each sip can last about an hour."

Hoffa put down the newspaper and picked up the small bottle in front of him. The blue substance in the bottle was slowly rotating under the light of the fire, and some unknown golden debris flashed in it, which was very beautiful.

"This thing can effectively fight against the blood race power in your body, but you have to remember that using it during the day is like an antidote to you and can help you restore the previous magic power, but At night, this thing is poison to you, you must not drink it at night."

"I'm not stupid."

Hoffa muttered and opened the bottle After sniffing, his heart was stirred up like a needle pierced, and he made a silent protest. He is frowned.

Nicholas Flamel: "I specially made it into blueberry flavor. I don't know if you like it or not."

Hoffa silently put the potion in his pocket and stood up. "Are you ready, let's go to Voldemort."

"Master..." Barty Jr. held his forehead on the side and groaned, almost fainting with excitement." Master...I’m coming..."

"How are we going there,"

Nicholas Flamel frowned and asked, "Will you go by the muggle? First Say yes, I haven't been to Voldemort's site. I haven't been. The place that has no impression in my mind is Impossible Disapparation."

Hoffa's mouth is slightly open.

Nicholas Flamel sighed, "I said, Hoffa, don't you know Disapparation?"

"I don't know Disapparation..."

Hoffa was a bit blushed with shame, and he found out that he had been in Harry Potter's World for so long, and he hadn't learned the technology of Disapparation. Speaking of which These years, he has always been busy in completely different areas, rarely going back, and moving short distances, he does not need Disapparation, which can cause dramatic fluctuations in magic power.

"Let’s learn first," Nicholas Flamel said, "I teach you how to directly take us to the past."

Chopping wood without mistaken knife sharpening, Hoffa Nodded immediately agreed. But Barty Jr., who was looking excited next to him, let out a painful groan, "How to connect Disapparation will not..."

"Shut up!"

Hoffa He glared at him, "I won't die later!"

Barty Jr. lowered his head weakly, his eyes flickering, and forced a smile," Mr. Bach said, Mr. Bach said It’s..."

Nicholas. Flamel waved wand, moved away some of the furniture in the house, and created a clearing on the fireplace: "Disapparation is an ancient Wizard skill, usually used for long-distance movement, is not difficult to release. The most important thing is the goal, determination, and calmness!

First of all, you must have a clear position in your mind and the desire to go. Be strong. Finally, don’t be anxious, just count one, two, three in your mouth, and then the calm moves into shapeshifting, do you understand?"

Hoffa nodded, he has heard of these things to some extent. , Just never tried it.

"1st Step: Focus on your goal,"

Nicholas Flamel stood under a deer head sculpture under the fireplace and said:

"Come on, first try to move here. There is not much difference between long distance and short distance. The only difference is magic power."

Hoffa glanced at the fireplace, his eyes locked under the deer's head. A small piece of carpet, it is said that the concentrated one's mind is not difficult for him, but he has a headache during the day, and some can't concentrate. Even if it is rainy outside, he can feel the malice of the sun behind the clouds.

As he tried a little bit, the headache became more intense, followed by intense disgust and drowsiness, as if every cell in the body was clamoring to stop using spell.

Nicholas Flamel didn’t pay attention to Hoffa’s subtle constipation expression. He saw Hoffa frowned, so he shouted inspiringly: “Okay, one, two, three! It’s now, Disapparation!”

pa!

Along with violent magic power fluctuations.

Hoffa's angle of view was short, and then he rolled several times on the ground, with the soft touch of a wool carpet on his cheeks, and he heard Barty Jr.'s uncontrollable harsh laughter.

"Oh hoho...oh hoho..."

He was frowned, but he wanted to look up but couldn't do it. He could only see three meters away and one dazed He was a little surprised by the headless body standing on the ground. The body didn't shed much blood, and if he wanted to, he could control its movement from a distance.

Hoffa's head fell to the ground, and the headless body in the distance actually raised his arms.

pa!!

As Nicholas Flamel raised the wand, a thick purple smoke flashed through, and Hoffa's perspective was raised again. When he resumed his normal vision again, he had recovered to his full body and his head was still good. On the neck.

Nicholas Flamel slowly put down the wand, a little confused: "How can you split up? It shouldn't be such a low-level mistake with a wizard of your level."

"It's okay if you turn your head off!?"

Hoffa touched his neck, which was tight and seamless, and there was no trace of the head that just fell off, and there was not much pain. It just feels a little twisted in the muscles.

This made him a little curious and a little scared. Just now, his head and body were separated. This Disapparation is even more dangerous than imagined.

"A brief separation has no effect." Nicholas Flamel frowned and said, "Disapparation distorts space, not your body. If it does not exceed a certain critical point, you will actually be distorted by this distortion. The head is still on the body, but once you exceed a certain critical point, you may really die."

paused, he still scratched inexplicably, "However, it stands to reason that the shapeshifter spirit The strength is far superior to ordinary wizards. Disapparation shouldn’t be difficult for you."

"Yes," Hoffa moved his neck, and somewhat helpless said: "I’m still a bit difficult during the day, don’t talk about Disapparation, Maybe even the display of transfiguration is a bit reluctant."

"so that's how it is!"

Nicholas Flamel patted his forehead, "Look at my memory, this is not just right, You try the sepsis potion."

Hoffa took out the blue tube of sepsis potion from her waist, unplugged it, frowned and swallowed it.

Nicholas Flamel does add blueberry flavor to it, but this can't alleviate some of his instinctive aversion to this potion.

Take it in one sip, as if drunk some kind of extremely viscous oily substance, almost before swallowing it, it sticks to the top of my mouth and jaw, and is quickly absorbed by the body.

The strong nausea made him bend down suddenly and cover his mouth. However, after the nausea subsided, he could feel the wild beast flowing in his bloodline gradually sleeping peacefully.

Then there is a rare sense of transparency, like staying in a sultry bath all year round, suddenly walking outside, breathing in the fresh air, let him refreshed. The sun behind the clouds is no longer so annoying, the rays of light in the daytime are no longer so glaring, and the body becomes normal after a long absence.

"How do you feel?"

Nicholas Flamel asked.

"Very good."

Hoffa puts up a finger, which is flexible like a Swiss army knife, constantly transforming into various strange things. The goblet is a mace, a fluttering ribbon, a curved snake head, and a crab's tongs.

"I regained my ability to use spells during the day, a very effective potion."

"I hope you don't say that at night," Nicholas Flamel muttered, "Come on again. Give it a try."

Hoffa stopped playing with his fingers and locked his eyes on the carpet under the deer's head again.

Nicholas .Flamel raised wand: "One...two...three!"

Slap.

Along with violent magic power fluctuations.

A burst of azure smoke drifted by, and Hoffa disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he had stood firmly on the plush carpet without any physical separation.

"Uh..."

Barty Jr., who was sneering secretly in the corner, was silent.

Nicholas .Flamel said with a smile: "I said, this technique is not difficult for you, right. But you learned really fast. I think when I was young, I also practiced for three days before."

"It takes that long?"

Hoffa brows tightly frowns, although it succeeded very quickly, he still didn’t like it. It took three seconds to use The ability of spell, before he fights with many wizards at close quarters, in a high-intensity wizard confrontation, it takes three seconds to use spell Disapparation, which is simply wishful thinking.

"Maybe I don’t like going out, so this ability is of no use to me." Nicholas Flamel laughed self-deprecatingly, "You practice again, if it goes well, maybe you can master it today. , Take us to Voldemort's hometown."

Hoffa shifted his gaze to the top of the church in the distance outside the window. He closed his eyes and muttered one, two, and three silently in his heart.

After that, crackled.

As if suddenly squeezed into a thick rubber tube, he couldn't breathe, and every part of his body was being severely squeezed. However, when he reappeared, he was already standing on top of the church under the rain.

"Yes...Interesting."

After carefully characterizing the technique of Disapparation, he shook his body and said silently, "One, two, three."

disappeared again.

reappeared.

One time is farther than one time.

Appearing on Regent Street for a while, Big Ben for a while, and King's Cross Station for a while, staying in each place for about three or four seconds.

He was like Li Kui who was put on a magic spell by Dai Zong, at the top of the city of London, he kept flashing and couldn't stop at all.

I have to say that after he became familiar with Disapparation, he still found it very interesting. Although the magic power fluctuates greatly, although the use spell time is compared to the extremely fast transformation and the ghost without the use spell time. The walk is a lot longer, but it is still a very novel experience.

It feels like the invisible and intangible space has become a very elastic substance, which can be twisted, bend, and even swim in it, as long as it is a place that has been visited before, there is an impression The location has become within reach.

Finally, when he returned to the Nicholas Flamel house, his magic power was exhausted by himself. At this time, it was almost time for the septic blood potion that had been drunk.

The sleepiness and jerky brought by the day came back to his body, and he leaned back on the sofa contentedly.

Nicholas Flamel asked: "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Hoffa nodded.

"Then when shall we leave."

When Nicholas Flamel asked, Barty Jr. put his hand on his chest, looked at him expectantly, and was full of excitement. trembling.

"Night." Hoffa said briefly: "I don't want to see him during the day."

"Ah...night..."

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Barty Jr. wailed in pain, and the holding head rolled into a ball on the ground, "Why, I have been waiting for thirteen years...I have been waiting for thirteen years... ..."

"After waiting for thirteen years, do you mind waiting a few more hours?" Hoffa asked impatiently. This lunatic always urged him from time to time to upset him.

Barty Jr. flushed with romantic fantasies on his face. He only listened to him dreamily saying: "If you understand the charm of the master, you will find that every second waiting to see him is Suffering,"

"I'm sick."

Hoffa didn't want to care about him, so he meditated cross-legged.

"Ah...!" After Barty Jr. rolled around with his head on the ground for a few laps, he changed back to the hamster running wild in the cage, and went back and forth in the room. Circle, empty and lonely.

Finally, as night fell, ample magic power agitated Hoffa's body. He ended his meditation and grabbed the arms of Nicholas Flamel and Barty Jr. Crouch.

Slap.

Disapparation disappears.

One step eight hundred miles.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the ruined door of Riddle House with Nicholas Flamel and Barty Jr..