Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

On the dimly lit street, Barty Jr. dragging Moody suddenly pulled out wand and pointed directly at Hoffa.

In a flash, Hoffa rolled on the spot.

The electric curse was evaded by him and hit the back wall. A huge spider appeared where the wall was hit by the curse. The spider had thick chelated feet and was dead. The buckle on the wall, you can imagine what would happen if you were just hit by a spell.

One hit missed, Barty Jr. slowly put down the wand, showing a calm smile that definitely didn't belong to him, "I'm not old, but the reaction is very quick."

"Make a facelift The curse can't deceive me." Hoffa slowly got up from the ground: "You better change back."

"Good eyesight, who sent you here, Voldemort?"

As he spoke, "Barty Jr."'s face wriggled and changed, gradually turning into an ugly and wrinkled old man, and the old man with a broken chin in his hand turned into a young man with withered hair.

"No, we just passed by."

Hoffa lied casually, but remained vigilant. In less than twenty seconds, the confident Barty Jr. was defeated, and even his chin was removed. After all, it's an old Auror. Even if he retires, he can't just ride on his head and pee.

"Assaulted the Ministry of Magic Official, but still slanderous. Didn't your parents teach you manners and morals, youngster?"

youngster? Hoffa raised an eyebrow. He didn't know the exact age of Mad-Eye Moody, but if it was true, he should be two years younger than himself.

(He looked at the sinking sunset in the distance, took out a blue potion from his waist, and held it in his palm.)

Seeing Hoffa not speaking, mad-eye Han There was a kind of burning anger in the normal eyes: "You and Voldemort are in the same group?"

"No, I don't know him."

Hoffa stalled and backed away go. The day is coming to an end, if he can, he does not want to use the septic potion.

"Lying," Mad-Eye Moody blue's eyes rolled frantically: "Your expression shows signs of lying." He raised his palm, "This guy, Barty Jr. Crouch, the famous Death Eater, Voldemort One of his lackeys, if you came to him in such a hurry, it means that you are also Voldemort's lackey, right?"

"I'm just an ordinary wizard passing by." While speaking, he touched the gate of the yard.

"Don't think about it!"

Mad-Eye Moody is as conscientious as a policeman who sees a thief, he raises his hand and waved wand crosswise.

The courtyard wall behind him suddenly closed, and rivets emerged from the courtyard wall, rotating to block Hoffa's retreat.

"I don't know how this guy escaped, but when I catch you, I will know it-Stupefy!"

The red curse from mad -eye Han's wand sprayed out, Hoffa looked at the sun in the sky, opened the bottle cap very helplessly, and took a sip.

Crack!

The curse stopped less than a centimeter away from Hoffa and hit a transparent shield. Behind the shield, Hoffa's cocked finger.

Moody withdrew Wand, his expression changed from contempt to serious, "Shield Curse? Interesting, there are really not many people who have such spells these years."

"Thank you."

Hoffa released his finger, and the sun was about to go down. The potion that I had just drunk was extremely shallow. He didn't know what the effect of the septic potion on his body would be if night fell. But he hopes to solve Mad-Eye Moody in the last day.

Mad-eye Han loosened Barty Jr. with his chin removed, and walked around slowly in the yard, "I underestimated you, where is your wand? Take your wand. Come out."

"Okay."

Hoffa nodded, he broke off a vine from the grape trellis in Moody’s yard, and raised the vine like the wizard did during a duel. strip.

"What a joke!"

This action angered Mad-Eye Moody. His blue magic eyes turned wildly, and he immediately flicked wand: "Impedimenta!"

There are countless square stone bricks behind Hoffa and on the ground, with uneven levels.

Then he waved wand again: "mountains burst and ground split!"

There was a loud bang, and the ground trembled. The house next to it collapsed in half, and the trash can side of the road Turned to the ground, garbage was bombed everywhere.

Hoffa's feet crooked, standing unsteadily, and sinking into a crack in the stone bricks. Mad-Eye Moody swung wand in a big way, sinking deeper and deeper in the stone bricks.

But just when Hoffa was about to be entangled, he threw out the branches in his hand, and the branches swelled and deformed as they fluttered, turning into a lion the size of three adults. , Opened bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl in the air, biting Moody's neck.

Alastor Moody's expression changed drastically, and he immediately reclaimed wand.

At the same time, the left hand raised the shield to block the bite of the lion. Then he backed up three steps in a row and raised the wand: "Diffindo!"

The spell hits the lion and blows it up to Diffindo.

But before the lion fell to the ground, its mane shattered and turned black, and then turned into tens of thousands of ants splitting apart. They were spread on the ground like a layer of black carpet, all The directions rushed towards Moody, and the rustling sound made people shudder.

Mad-Eye Moody stepped back again, but found that he was unable to move. When he looked down, a few stone hands climbed out of the ground for some unknown time, and he firmly grasped his ankle.

The colony of ants quickly crawled up his body from the ground along his trouser legs and knees.

transfiguration, damn it!

Mad-Eye Moody wand waved again.

"Incendio!"

A band of flame light covered the ground, even covering himself. Fire tongue crackle between licking, some ants crackle like popcorn exploded.

More ants turned into metal chains in the flames, firmly binding his arms, calves, and waist.

Unable to move even a little bit Moody can't use spell, the flame turned into red embers, and dissipated a little bit in the sunset.

Hoffa crawled out of Impediment Jinx and cautiously came to Moody who was trapped.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, Moody blue's eyes turned frantically, and the sweat on his forehead wetted his gray hair.

Hoffa reached out to wand in Moody's hand.

Suddenly, there was a cramp in the heart.

He covered his chest and took two steps back. He didn't catch his breath.

The blood flow throughout the body has stopped.

Looking up, the sun was completely set, a crescent moon was shining in the sky, and the medicine efficacy of the septic potion had not passed. It felt as uncomfortable as a nail in the chest.

After losing the control of the owner, the metal chain on Mad-Eye Moody immediately shrank and dissipated, changed back to a grape branch, and fell to the ground.

He reacted extremely quickly. The moment he regained his freedom, he immediately stretched out the wooden leg and kicked Hoffa's chest.

Hoffa, who was affected by the septic potion, flew out almost without resistance and hit the wall.

Alastor .Moody rolled over and climbed up, picking up wand, and pointing straight ahead regardless, "Tap the breast through the bone!"

! !

Three spikes appeared out of thin air, which pierced Hoffa's chest in the blink of an eye, nailing him firmly to the courtyard wall, and his chest was pierced.

"wū wū wū wū woo..."

Barty Jr., who was paralyzed in the distance, let out a horrified whimper, without looking back. Climb outside the door.

Moody stood where he was gasping for breath, he looked at the motionless bald boy nailed to the wall, and then at the ordinary grape vine on the ground.

Until now, he still can't imagine that he was trapped by a vine on a grape rack just now. What kind of guy is that young bald wizard?

Dead?

The young motionless on the wall.

It should be dead.

Although he was nailed to the wall motionlessly, Moody still instinctively didn't want to get close to that guy. He walked in front of Barty Jr.. Crouch, who was crawling on the ground. A palm turned him over.

"wū wū wū wū ......"

The young man with yellow hair whimpered in horror, raised his palm, and could not speak.

"Episkey!"

Moody wand pointed at Barty Jr.'s chin, clicked, and reattached the removed chin.

"hehehe...Moody, Boss Moody..." Barty Jr. said in a cold sweat, "You really are... you are really strong."

"Shut up and tell Me, all the information about that guy, what's his name, where do I come from, and what family do I belong to?"

"I...I...I...I...Barty Jr.'s eyes turned behind Moody, and the expression on his face slowly changed from horror to sarcasm: "You want... you want, know... why don't you ask him? "

Huh?

Moody's secret path is not good, he turned his head abruptly.

I saw that he was nailed to the wall with the Cone Curse The young man unexpectedly lifts the head and looked forward indifferently. Then, he pressed the spikes on his chest and walked over the three thick spikes of his arms little by little, blood pouring from his chest. , But not a drop fell on the ground.

Such a weird and abnormal scene made Moody secretly cry out.

He immediately entered the state of Disapparation without saying a word. Years of fighting. Experience tells him that he should leave this place right away.

Crack.

The bloody boy got out of the spikes and fell to the ground.

Cracked.

Mad-Eye Moody entered Disapparation.

Just a second before Disapparation, the strange boy appeared in front of him with a puff of red blood mist, the palm of his hand fell lightly and hit Hit the neck.

The seemingly soft blow made Moody as if was struck by lightning, standing motionless on the spot, and his whole body was paralyzed. His blue eyes almost turned to the back of his head. I couldn’t think of how that guy could move his chest when his chest was pierced.

Barty Jr. lay on the ground, looking at Hoffa in the moonlight, eyes flashing with tears of admiration and longing, he almost I'm about to cry, "It's so amazing...Mr. Bach.....Mr. Bach..."

"Trash, shut up. "

Hoffa turned his head slightly to interrupt Barty Jr.'s flattery. The scar on his chest healed quickly under the moonlight, and the medicine efficacy of the septic potion was gradually fading.

"You...you...who you are! ? This kind of ability, you are impossible to be an unknown person..." Moody twitched and asked, a strange current flowing in his body, making him almost impossible to move.

"Who I am, it has nothing to do with you. "

Hoffa finished speaking lightly, and lifted old Moody from the ground. He stretched his fingers to his eye sockets, took off his crazy blue eyes, and then took off Moody’s prosthetic legs. these all are necessary props for him to disguise.

But when he took off Moody’s clothes, Hoffa found a stack of documents on Moody’s chest. Those were a few photos, and some were burned out. The bone sample.

Hoffa took a look at the bone sample. Hoffa squinted his eyes. The bone fragment was roughly engraved with a triangular notch. The triangle was a circle with a vertical line in the center.

The symbol of Death.

Not only that, but he can also detect a strange breath on these charred bones, which awakens him hidden in his mind Some long-lasting memories.

Death Secret Realm—Helheim.

When he was on the First Year at Hogwarts, Joey, the hunting field guard at the time, wanted to make himself and The dead Thunderbird communicated, sacrificed his lifespan, and opened the door of Death’s Secret Realm Helheim. The cold atmosphere in the door is still fresh in his memory.

And at this moment, he is here again. The breath of Death Secret Realm was detected on this bone fragment.

"What are these? "Hoffa picked up the burnt bone fragment and asked Moody solemnly.

"You never want to get anything from me, Transfigurer! "

Mad-Eye Moody sneered on the ground and said, "With such ability but not doing good, but following Voldemort, God is really blind..."

Hoffa snorted disdainfully, shook the head, and said to Barty Jr. Crouch standing behind him, "Imperius Curse! "

"Yes, Mr. Bach. "

Barty Jr. excitedly clutched his chin and walked forward. Wand pointed directly at Moody on the chair, "Imperio." "

White light flashed.

Mad-Eye Moody's eyes disappeared immediately, and his expression became silly.

"Tell me, this is What? Hoffa bent down and continued to ask.

"@#%^iui....."

Mad-Eye Moody slumped on the ground, making an inaudible mumble.

"What did you say? Speak louder? "Hoffa put the ear to his mouth.

"¥$"*+p....."Mad-eye Han still mumbled aimlessly.

Hoffa brows tightly frowns, the ears were closer, he commanded loudly: "Speak more clearly, what are you talking about? "

Mad-Eye Moody sneered: "I said, I am your grandfather. "

Hoffa turned his head abruptly, and saw Alastor Moody's uncompromising one-eyed eye and his wriggling mouth under the pale moonlight.

Cough!!

He opened his mouth and snapped a tooth, and spit out with blood and saliva.

The distance was very close, but fortunately the time limit for the blood potion had passed, Hoffa turned his head and avoided it like lightning. Moody’s saliva almost bends his head to ninety degrees.

But Barty Jr., standing behind him, was not so lucky. He was sprayed with blood on his face.

He screamed, covering his face and rolling frantically.

Hoffa slowly stood up, looked at Mad-Eye Moody's mutilated but determined face, and realized that he still underestimated him after all This guy actually got rid of the control of Imperius Curse, and he is obviously also a wizard with extremely high spirits.

"Kill you! "

"Kill you! "

"Kill you! "

Barty Jr. roared furiously and stood up, disheveled hair.

Imperius Curse didn’t work, and he was spitting on his face. He flew into a rage out of humiliation. He picked up a kettle from the ground and smashed it fiercely on the head of old Moody.

Bang!!

The kettle smashed, and the liquid in the kettle ran down Moody’s cheeks. When he came down, his head tilted and he collapsed softly on the ground, unconscious.

"Kill you...Kill you...Kill you! "

Barty Jr. is not relieved. He raised the broken tile in his hand with a distorted expression, but when he turned to see Hoffa’s cold golden eyes, he forcibly dropped the tile and began to lose his breath. Stop spitting on Moody, spitting and cursing, "old fart, old fart, old fart..."

Hoffa looked at Barty Jr. as if crazy. He spit on Alastor Moody without stopping. He carefully collected the photos and bone samples and walked into Mad-Eye Moody's house from the yard.

There was nothing in the house. Valuable furniture, the only ones that were destroyed during the battle with Barty Jr. were ruined.

But even so.

He still saw it.

There is a whole wall in the living room on which a huge map of Europe is hung. On the map of Europe, close and numerous are marked in red, and when I look closer, I found out that each marking reads-missing persons .

His own theater, the Welsh World Cup Stadium, is also marked.

Hoffa clenched his fists involuntarily, with serious eyes.

Sure enough Grindelwald’s plan to destroy the world is not completely impervious. Someone has noticed the clues. It’s just that for some unknown reason, the disappearance of this large area has not been reported.

He counted the maps again. There are more than a dozen positions marked on the board, and all countries have them.

He suck in a breath of cold air.

putting it that way, not just two In this place, more than a dozen places across Europe are under unknown attacks.

If every place has as many missing people as its own theater, then it is conservatively estimated that there are tens of thousands of people in more than a dozen places.

In just a few days, tens of thousands of people died, or the entire area of ​​Europe is such a large area, which makes Hoffa puzzled.

Grindelwald guy, after all, How did it appear in so many places at the same time?