Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Seeing Barty Jr. crouching among two plants, Hoffa was shocked.

He always felt that Barty Jr. was in an unconscious mind after being blown by the cold wind of Helheim. But didn't expect his soul was also dragged into the underworld, seeming to come earlier than himself.

"Bar...hiccup...Mr. He,"

Barty Jr. rubbed his hands said with a smile, "we...hiccup...we meet again "

He is not only smirking, but there are several wine bottles scattered around him, his face is red, and he seems to be drinking too much.

"Can you speak?"

Hoffa reached out and waved Barty Jr.'s face, trying to confirm his mental state. This guy was still talking madly in Shining's arms a few days ago.

"I'm not...hiccup...can talk all the time?"

Barty Jr. looked at Hoffa in wonder, then exulted again: "Mr. Bach is here to help Mine?"

"I... be it." Hoffa thought for a while, and hypocritical accepted it. Deny the phantom share, and admit it does no harm.

"Hiccup...you are very good, no one has ever treated me so well!"

The drunk Barty Jr. had a loud alcoholic hiccup, unexpectedly I cried out, "I didn't believe when that person told me, who would save someone like me, didn't expect you are really here, wu wu wu..."

He He squatted on the ground and wiped his tears, crying inexplicably.

"Can you walk across the bridge of the past in Helheim?" Hoffa looked at him, and the fox questioned. He didn't think that the spiritual power of Barty Jr. could carry the bridge of the past. Cruel cold wind.

"What bridge of the past...hiccup..."

Barty Jr. lifts the head with tears on his face: "I was just awake Someone brought here, and that person asked me to wait for you here, but unfortunately...hiccup...I drank too much."

"So you smashed the stone?"

Hoffa raised the stone in his hand.

"Yes, it's me, Mr. Sorry Bach, it's okay to drink too much, I don't have a good head." said the drunk Barty Jr..

Hoffa threw away the stones and kicked a few bottles at Barty Jr.'s feet by the way, "Who told you to wait for me here?"

"I, I don't know. I haven't seen a few..."

Barty Jr. shook his head and shook his head, and his face suddenly fell off.

Yes, his entire face suddenly fell off, melted down to the ground like melted wax, and turned into a pile of close and numerous worms, which shocked Hoffa.

He stared at Barty Jr. with half of his head stunned. On his shed face, countless worms squirmed like needles on a ragdoll, revealing the transparent Soul Body behind him.

At the market, a ghost lying behind the wine shop cursed, "Don’t disintegrate here. I think there is not enough insect here?"

Speaking, the ghost behind the wine shop Ghost flew to the store and went to a broom. The broom came alive and swept on the ground. When passing by Barty Jr., the broom fiercely hit him on the leg: "Go back to the lower floor!"

Barty Jr.'s body was like a torn sack. After being hit by a broomstick, his leg cracked and a few worms fell out of it. Hoffa's scalp was tingling.

"It's time again, I can't drink anymore."

Barty Jr. helpless with half his head muttered.

"What's the matter with you?" Hoffa asked.

"The prosthesis, this body is fake. Others helped me make it, so I can barely let me experience the sensory stimulation of a living person, otherwise I would not even raise the stone."

Barty Jr. said depressedly that after the prosthesis disappeared, he awoke from his drunkenness. He raised the bottle in his hand and poured it on his head.

The liquor passed through his transparent ghost head, into his body made of dense worms, and leaked out of his broken throat. It was useless. He helpedlessly threw the bottle away. .

Hoffa discovered the difference between himself and Barty Jr., his spirit is as condensed as an entity, and he can touch objects such as wine bottles and stones, but most of the ghosts floating here are not Have entity.

He couldn’t help but shudder, "How long have you been here?"

There was a daze on Barty Jr. Ghost’s face. He broke his fingers and hesitated for a long time. Without giving a definite answer, he finally scratched his head: "I didn't know for sure. It feels like a few days, but since I've been here, I feel that everything here is so familiar, I feel like I've stayed for a long time, Bach Sir, do you feel this way?"

"I don't."

Hoffa said dryly.

Barty Jr. looked at him expectantly: "The person who gave me this body told me that as long as I find you, you can bring me back to the living world. Is this true? You Can it really bring me back to the living world?"

"Who on earth told you that?" Hoffa was puzzled.

"Tell me first if it's true!" Barty Jr. looked at him hungrily.

"It should be...really...right."

Hoffa is a little uncertain.

Barty Jr. stared directly at him.

"Okay, it's true, I will take you out!"

Hoffa waved impatiently: "But first tell me who asked you to find me!"

"You will know when you come with me!"

Barty Jr. got the affirmative answer in an instant, and the remaining insect on his face trembled.

"Come here, Lord...Mr. Bach!"

He excitedly took Hoffa and ran up inside the hollow giant, running the insect on his body while falling down. It looks disgusting.

Hoffa frowned and followed him. Barty Jr. didn't know how long he had been here. He was familiar with the environment.

They walked up the steps similar to blood vessels and jumped over the bubbles in the shape of platelets. Walking all the way down, finally stood up in front of a large intestine-like corridor, heaven knows how big the entrance of the large intestine is. It is round, I don't know how many years it has gone through, and it looks tattered. It is full of pits and holes. The pits slowly crawl over something similar to giant worms from time to time.

"What's that?" Hoffa looked at the insects burrowing through the intestinal wall, feeling hairy.

"I don't know, they are the only living creatures here." Barty Jr. raised his hand, his palm turned into a pile of insects, which fell off to the ground, "Neither die nor rot. "

An elevator got out of the large intestine corridor and stopped in front of the two of them.

ding dong.

The elevator opened, and a group of people shuaa~ got out of them. They were not clothed, they had complete bodies, and their faces were full of excitement and anticipation.

"How are you going to die today?"

"The same way, drinking to death, I don't know how long this body can withstand this time, how about you?"

"I won't drink this time, I came up with a new gameplay."

"What gameplay?"

"I plan to take a bath with sulfuric acid."

"Hey, I've played with that kind of thing a long time ago. I can't feel anything except the pain."

"Then you can't think of it, I decided to XX with someone, and then in the coolest It's time to jump into the sulfuric acid pool."

......

Several people in the elevator said sensational things, hooked their shoulders and laughed at hehe as they went farther and farther, it was difficult for Hoffa. Looking at the backs of those guys with confidence, he could feel that these people were not joking, but were talking very seriously.

"Let's go, Mr. Bach." Barty Jr. walked into the elevator with a familiar appearance.

"What are they talking about?" Hoffa got into the elevator.

"Nothing to say, just daily chatting."

Barty Jr. presses the last button on the elevator.

Shua!

The rapid fall began, even faster than the free fall on Earth. Not only is it faster, the elevator is also spinning around in the large intestine.

Hoffa felt that if he still had a body, he would definitely be spit out by this centrifugal force, but fortunately he had no body.

The elevator went all the way down, and after falling, it turned into a horizontal driving.

The fierce wind that passed through the crevices of the large intestine blew over Barty Jr.'s body. His body gradually disintegrated into a pile of worms. The worms were blown away by the wind in the mist of the abyss, revealing his transparent soul. Body.

While traveling at extreme speed, Hoffa saw another elevator flying in the opposite direction, with another self sitting inside, but the picture only flashed by and disappeared randomly. He was taken aback, and hurriedly leaned in front of the broken elevator, watching the mist that flashed outside.

But that scene was just his illusion. There was no elevator outside the large intestine. There were only giant islands resembling pancreas, and towering giant trees like alveoli, with pink spheres hung on it.

"Mr. Bach, don't look at it, there are too many weird things here." Barty Jr. said, "When I came here at first, I was terribly scared, but I'm here these days. , I found that if I didn't want anything, I didn't care about anything. I actually felt pretty good."

"Not bad, what do you want to go back for?" Hoffa asked angrily when he looked back.

"You will know right away."

As he said, the light gradually weakened as it descended, and the natural phenomenon of the sun and the moon on the top was covered by fog and other organs. The speed of the elevator gradually slowed down.

They came to the giant's bladder or pancreas. Compared with the prosperity and light of the giant's upper body, it is very dark and gloomy. The houses are sloping and sloping, and they look like dark brown. It doesn't show their original appearance.

ding dong, the elevator is down.

Just opened the elevator.

Boom! !

Half a head full of worms was smashed to Hoffa's side, startling him.

It turned out that a few men on both sides of the road were lying in the soil and beating each other frantically. They beat each other with bloody nose and swollen face, but they were not aware of it and beat each other tirelessly.

The ground is full of rotten potholes, and inside are all kinds of worms, large or small. Their heads popped on the ground and flicked aimlessly like grass or shrubs.

The more people walked forward, the more and more people were fighting each other. Some participants were brutally slaughtered and their entire bodies were mutilated. They were lying on the dumped dark buildings and hacking. Among the rotten, squirming insects, some have broken hands and feet, and some have lost their heads. But they are still tearing at each other happily.

"What are they doing, is there any deep hatred?" Hoffa asked Barty Jr.

"No, there is no contradiction here." Barty Jr. said.

"Then why are they fighting."

"Because the body is short-lived for them."

Barty Jr. said sadly: "In Here, time has almost no end. There is no concept of death, no concept of change, and no concept of sensation. There is no sense of taste, no sense of touch, no sense of pain, no sense of smell, nothing, only a body, here’s People can barely experience the feeling of being alive."

Nothing...

Hoffa pursed his lips. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the place where Grindelwald summon had come to the real world. Only imitating monsters, it is also made up of countless worms, so excited and uncontrollable as soon as it hits the ground, it even lays on the ground and eats dirt.

Is this the price of eternity?

He looked at those frantically fighting people, secretly startled.

All the way forward, the atmosphere is bizarre and motley, unimaginable.

On the gloomy island of pancreas, the picture becomes more and more explosive. For example, a group of men gather together to give hands, or a group of women lie in the mud and eat soil, or a few with only half of their body left. The child, raised his arm, banging and laughing.

There is nothing in their eyes, only long and boundless holes. It seems that only the most extreme stimulation can make them find the feeling of existence.

When it came to the bottom of the pancreas, the extreme fighting and the ghost of SeX gradually disappeared. Only some half-man half-insect remains on the ground. They are scattered like abandoned toys. It was thrown on the ground, and gradually changed from a human shape back to an insect.

It is devastated like a garbage dump.

Several huge stone puppets walked in the garbage dump, took the stone trough to scoop up the remains and insects on the ground, and then held the stone trough full of insects, and silently entered the one on the ground. In a big iron door.

"The person who asked me to come to you is inside." Barty Jr. pointed to the big iron gate.

Hoffa has stopped speaking. At this moment, a certain kind of strong prediction is now in his heart, which is mixed with uneasy excitement. He can't help speeding up his pace, breathing more and more rapidly.

Following the stone puppets holding the stone trough, large iron doors opened in front of Hoffa, and they walked into a long, dark underground corridor. The ceiling is high here, and on the right is a row of smoking torches, emitting deep orange rays of light.

The restlessness and excitement are getting stronger and stronger, almost making Hoffa faint. Across an unknown number of planes, he can feel his heart beating wildly and violently twitching in an unknown place. , Hovered between life and death.

He staggered to run.

The stone puppet disappeared in an iron door in the deepest part of the corridor.

Hoffa rushed forward. Unexpectedly, a dark metal armor over three meters high came over with a click, stopping the two of them.

"Hey, you who, witch-sama work forbidden land, don't rush!" The sound of metal collision was heard under the hollow helmet of dark metal armor.

Barty Jr. was a little confused, "Hey, didn't the lady let me bring him here?"

"I didn't say to see you, the maiden was so busy. , Can anyone see it? Go go go, hurry up and get out..."

Dark metal armor hasn’t finished yet, Hoffa has rushed out fast, and it can’t help being anxiously behind Hoffa Shouted: "Eh, what's the matter with you!!!"

Hoffa can't hear the voices of dark metal armor and Barty Jr. at all. Since coming here, the sense of foreboding is almost Swallow him intensely. He clearly knew what was waiting for him ahead, and knew clearly.

The sense of foreboding urged him to run until he was out of breath.

The huge iron gate appeared in front, getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, and Hoffa slammed the gate open without saying a word.

Boom.

The picture in front of him shook his whole body, standing still motionless.

In the dark crypt, there are some moldy carpets on the ground. They were once magnificent and gorgeous, but now they have faded and covered with dust. The golden mark decoration on the fabric is still faintly visible, in the dim gray and The rays of light flashed intermittently among the mottled green.

On the carpet.

A young girl with transparent silver hair is facing her back.

She floated in midair, facing a huge cauldron as high as two people, slowly moving her arms. A huge stone puppet stood beside her, imitating her movements, stirring the cauldron with a stone rod.