Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

As soon as he landed, Barty Jr. made a wail like ghosts and howl like wolves, broke free of Hoffa, and rushed towards the dilapidated building towering at night, "Master ...Master! Your most loyal servant is back!!"

The hoarse voice of a broken gong spread far and wide in the night.

Nicholas Flamel frowned at the crazy Barty Jr., and looked around, "Is this where Voldemort is now? It looks like...abandoned for many years."

"Otherwise, you thought he was staying in a five-star hotel," Hoffa shrugged. "For so many years, it’s good to live in this kind of place."

"I can’t think of the scenery more than ten years ago. The inimitable Dark Lord will fall here." Nicholas Flamel sighed: "I think you may not know how arrogant he was before."

"What's the point?"

Hoffa raised an eyebrow.

"There is no one who cannot be killed in the world. At this point, he really looks like his ancestor."

"Slytherin?"

"Including The three Peverier brothers, except for the youngest Peverier, the other two are bloodthirsty guys."

"Do you know well?"

"Although I have never seen them, I believe that everyone's alchemy products will bear their master's indelible imprint. And Cadmus Peverier is the legendary Master playing with life and death. "

paused, he said with a smile: "It's just this kind of person who is often taken care of by Death. It is said that after his death, his soul is hung on the thorny road in Helheim and will never be Freedom."

"Helheim's Way of Thorns?"

Hoffa asked curiously, "What is that?"

"I only ever I heard."

Nicholas Flamel shrugged, "That's a very old legend, no one knows what it means."

At this time, the appearance of a short silhouette interrupted After the conversation between the two, he bulged his head, his face flashed with an uneasy smile, and said to Hoffa nodded with a bowed waist: "Bach...Mr. Bach, the master, the master invites you in."

"It's you, Wormtail!"

Barty Jr. with a look of excitement grabbed Pettigrew Peter's arm, touched his bald head, and said eagerly, "Quick, take me in. . Take me to the master, I haven’t seen the master’s style for thirteen years!"

Pettigrew Peter pushed Barty Jr.'s hand away uneasyly, "You come with me."

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After speaking, he took three people to the heights of Riddle House.

While walking, Barty Jr. asked, "Where are the others? Where is Lucius, where is Bella, where is Severus, are they all back?"

"No... .."

Pettigrew Peter mumbled, "I am the first, uh... if you don't count this Mr. Bach, you are the second..."

" What!?"

Barty Jr. immediately yelled uneasily.

"Do all those people have a vicious and cruel father, why don't you come back, and why did you let the master live in such a messy place!?"

Faced with his questioning, Pettigrew Peter remained silent and did not answer.

At this time, a long question came from the depths of the castle.

"Stinchcombe is back?"

It is Voldemort's voice, Barty Jr. Crouch is a shivered, his face is extremely happy, and his feet are running wildly: "Sure enough, the master loves me the most, and the master still remembers me..."

Bang! !

Returning to the fire-burning fireplace hall, Barty Jr. gasping for breath stood at the entrance of the hall with tears in his eyes: "Master...my respected master, my dear master, you are the most loyal His servant is back."

Hoffa, who was standing next to him, inevitably got goose bumps with that fleshy tone.

"Come here, let me see you." Voldemort leaned back in the chair and said hoarsely.

"Yes, master."

Barty Jr. knelt down like a pilgrim believer and crawled forward.

Before the fireplace, the chair Voldemort was sitting on turned around.

Barty Jr. climbed up to the chair and slowly lifts the head.

Hoffa on the side kept glancing at this guy, and then he saw a wonderful picture that was unforgettable all his life. Before that, he had never imagined that a person's expression could be so complicated.

I saw Barty Jr. looking at the chair, the crumpled little thing like a monkey fetus.

The expression on his face changed from enthusiasm and joy to stunned, then gradually cooled down, became deathly white, then gradually panicked, and gradually lost, and finally he lowered his head and his body Trembling: "Lord...Master!?"

"It's me." Voldemort said with a smile.

Barty Jr. lowered his head and stammered, "You...how did you become like this...?"

"I am cursed, Being a vicious woman."

"Is that so...ha...that's really damn..." Barty Jr. said on his lips, but he didn't mean much to the enemy, his tone of voice It sounds only unwilling and confused.

Hoffa couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

At this time, the smile on Voldemort's face gradually changed. He leaned on the wide chair, his short fingers were on the back of the chair, and his red eyes were a little gloomy.

"Why, I let you down like this."

"I, I, I didn't..." Barty Jr. immediately subconsciously said, "You , What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing is fine,"

Voldemort squinted and slowly said, I haven't heard you call my master in years , I really miss it, now ask me to listen to it a few more times. "

"Lord.....Master....." Barty Jr.'s cheek muscles twitched and squatted.

"Look at my face . "Voldemort said calmly.

Barty Jr. lifts the head hard, standing aside Hoffa can see a smile on his face, but that smile is extremely rigid and restrained.

"Lord.....Lord, master. "

Yeah. Voldemort raised his weak fist, stroked the young yellow hair in front of him, and then looked at him weakly and playfully. This action made his stone-like smile even more distorted.

Voldemort: "No, call me my respected master. Just like when I first came in. "

Barty Jr.: "Respect...respect, master..."

"Call my dear master again. "Voldemort continued.

"Dear...Dear, dear master of.... "

Barty Jr. squeezed out a smile, but his expression was stiff as if he was about to collapse. Hoffa could see the fist on his knee clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand violent.

After looking at each other for a while, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, bit his lip, lowered his head, his nails sinking into the flesh.

"Okay, you go down. "

Voldemort waved his short arm and said coldly, "I have something to discuss with our guest." Wormtail, take him down. "

"Yes, master. "

Pettigrew Peter, who was hiding in the corner and watching with cold eyes, walked forward, took Barty Jr.'s arm, Barty Jr. face deathly pale, stood up desperately, and followed staggeringly. Pettigrew Peter walked out, and when he passed the door, he accidentally fell.

"Mortals...huh..."

When there were only three people left in the room, Voldemort lifts the head, and there was a trace of depression and loneliness in his eyes, but that trace of emotion was quickly extinguished by the flame of desire.

He looked at it.

Hoffa and Nicholas Flamel: "Who is in charge of you two? "

Nicholas Flamel took a look at Hoffa, and was about to stand up, but Hoffa said before him: "We are just partners, and no one is the master." "

"hmph Hmph, you are so smooth, Bach. "Voldemort laughed of indifferent expression, looking at Nicholas Flamel: "Hey, old man, why do you want Peverier's alchemy? Do you want to change your shell?" "

"You are really a bright vision like a torch, Dark Lord. "

Nicholas Flamel put his posture very low, "I have had enough of this old and weak body, and now many things are incapable of doing." "

"Then why don't you use Philosopher's Stone?" Voldemort sneered: "Four years ago, I asked you to borrow Philosopher's Stone. Not only did you not borrow it, but you also hid it cautiously. "

"Philosopher's Stone can barely survive, but it can't bring me vigorous vitality. "

Nicholas Flamel talked eloquently: "I didn't know you needed it at the time, and Dumbledore said hello in advance. I can't refuse it. People of your status can definitely understand it. "

Hoffa lied while watching this old man not one drop of water can leak out, thinking that the more he lived, the thicker his face would be true.

A punch With regard to cotton, Voldemort, who didn't take any advantage, quickly lost interest in Nicholas Flamel. He waved his hand, "Okay, let's go out. For the sake of Bach's face, I will let you participate in my resurrection ceremony. How many things can be written down depends on your own ability, but don't expect me to take the initiative to teach you anything. "

"Thank you Dark Lord. "

Nicholas Flamel bends down again. At this moment, he looks more like a loyal servant than Barty Jr..

After bowing, he backs down like a The qualified housekeeper closed the door and left Hoffa and Voldemort alone in the room.

Voldemort looked at Hoffa and independently said: "Next, how are you going to send Harry Potter to me? "

"I don't have a lot of ideas, maybe I got into Hogwarts. "Hoffa obediently and honestly said: "He is under the protection of Dumbledore, and it is still difficult to send him regularly. "

"I have a suggestion on this point. "

Hoffa guessed what he was going to say.

Sure enough, I only heard Voldemort say: "The Defense Against the Dark Arts class at that school was cursed by me. No one has ever been in office. After sitting there for a year, I got some news. This year they are going to send Alastor Moody to be a teacher. I don’t know if you have heard of him. He is a retired old Auror, two terms lower than us. "

"Really? "Hoffa raised an eyebrow.

"You find a way to pretend to be him and mix in. What Triwizard Tournament they will have this year, you first let Harry Potter brave the limelight, and then fiercely throw him G. "

Hoffa shook his head: "I can't pretend, if it's transfiguration, I don't mind, Defense Against the Dark Arts, I'm not good at it. "

"Be less humble, Mr. Bach, with your ability to transform, the simple dark magic in the textbooks is nothing but comprehending. "

He looked at Hoffa maliciously: "hmph, besides, you told me fifty years ago that when Melos retires, you want to apply for a Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Should you be a professor? "

"I..."

Hoffa is silent, he thinks Voldemort's idea is not a problem. It's just that he really doesn't like this no matter what you do He can't escape the fate of the shackles, as if he is stepping on the spot no matter what he does, he will always go back to the original point in circles, and what should happen will happen.

"You do this first. When I regain Hogwarts, I will give you a Ravenclaw head as a transfiguration teacher. Of course, if you want to be a headmaster, it is also possible. "

Voldemort skilfully wrote a bad check, and didn't care about the subtle strangeness of Hoffa's expression: "How is it, my friend is interesting, not only can you revive your little girlfriend, but also help you live life." Peak. "

"Wait until you have done it. "

Hoffa said dryly, "What about Barty Jr., what are you going to do?" "

"Let him follow you," Voldemort waved his arm indifferently, said with a smile, "You need a biting dog, he will be very powerful, if it is you, I think He will be happy to help you bite. "

"Must? "Hoffa brows tightly frowns, "I can do well without him. "

"must. "

Voldemort lowered his head, slowly but viciously said: "Either you kill him, or you take him, as long as you send Harry Potter over before I resurrect, you can do whatever you want . "

Hoffa doesn’t say much anymore.

After dealing with the affairs, Voldemort looked a little tired. He leaned on the chair and closed his eyes: "Let’s go, Bach, I think We don't need to meet again before you send Harry Potter here. "

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When Hoffa returns to the lobby of Riddle House, Nicholas Flamel is already in the empty lobby Waved wand in the middle. The items in the hall moved around, and a studio was soon built. It seems that he is ready to learn the resurrection technique here.

"Barty Jr . Woolen cloth? "

Hoffa asked Nicholas Flamel.

Nicholas Flamel pointed to the corner, "Look, that's not it." "

Following Nicholas Flamel’s fingers, Barty Jr. Crouch sat in the corner of the hall like a sculpture in a pile of dilapidated wooden boxes, hugged his knees, looking miserable. Expression.

Hoffa felt funny, so she came to him: "Hey, do you want to go with me. "

He didn't respond at all, he seemed to be deaf.

"Hey, can you go? "Hoffa asked in a serious tone.

"Uh...huh...? "

Barty Jr.'s soul returned to his body a little bit. He lifted his eyelids and looked at a loss not knowing what to do. He didn't hear what Hoffa was saying.

That appearance made Hoffa both funny and sympathetic. Pettigrew Peter also came to Voldemort because he had been discovered by Harry Potter and Sirius and had nowhere to go. But Barty Jr. No, his father is a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic. He is far from reaching the point where he has nowhere to go. Even if he falls in Azkaban, his father has tuned him out. What he needs is not material survival at all, but spiritual sustenance.

And now this pin collapses completely when he sees the weak, weak and extremely ugly Voldemort.

Perhaps Barty Jr.'s thinking is still more than ten years ago, the era when Voldemort was infinitely beautiful. In his extremely powerful moment, he was living in his own excessive fantasies.

This made him think of later generations of male netizens who were deceived by women’s excessive beauty photos. After seeing Daoist, they found that the other party was a car. The tragedy of the Tiger Style tank.

It’s just that Voldemort is not an ordinary woman who uses beauty photos, let alone a mediocre person who cares about appearance. He is a demon with a strong desire to dominate.

Maybe Barty Jr. was still immersed in disappointment and couldn't help himself, and didn't find it. But Hoffa had just read the clear killing intent in Voldemort's eyes, and this alone could pronounce Barty Jr.'s death sentence.

Maybe when Voldemort is completely resurrected, death or endless torture is waiting for this poor worm.

However, all this has nothing to do with Hoffa. His sympathy soon disappeared into nothingness. There are thousands of guys living in dreams, and Hoffa feels that he has no obligation to wake them up.

Whether this is Voldemort to disgust him, or for murder a person with a borrowed knife , Since Voldemort had brought Barty Jr. among his conditions, he had to bring this guy for the resurrection technique.

"Let's go. "He said coldly.

"Where to go...? "

Barty Jr. was at a loss: "Mr. Bach, I... can I go back?" "

"Go back? Hoffa grinned with a sneer. "No, you have to follow me." "

"What are we...we...what are we going to do?" "

"Resurrect your master. "

Hoffa finished speaking lightly and walked out.

Resurrect the master....

Resurrect the master.

Resurrect the master

Barty Jr. is like a dying man grabbing a life-saving straw, suddenly jumped three feet high, showing a certain ecstatic look, he walked hurriedly behind Hoffa, Short of breath expecting: "What, wasn't that my master just now? "

Hoffa: "Don't you think so?" "

"Of course not. My master is wise and martial. There is an acknowledgement allegiance among thousands of people. How is it possible...how is it possible..." He looked back at Riddle House, with a certain order on his face. The disgust of people, gnashing teeth: "How can it be the kind of monster that is neither human nor ghost." "

Speaking, he brainwashed himself, rubbing his hands to show a look of longing, "Yes...Yes, my master must still be somewhere, not coming back, Waiting for me to save him, it must be like this... Mr. Bach, is that right? "

"Yes. "Hoffa doesn't matter.

"Very good, it really is! ! ! "

Hoffa's affirmation made Barty Jr. even more exciting. He immediately broke away from the state of doubting life: "Hurry up and tell me how to resurrect my true master." "

Hoffa secretly sighed, and then pretended to be serious: "If you can get your real master back, what will you do?" "

"I can do everything. "

Barty Jr. solemnly vowed his chest, "I'm amazing." "