Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"Aglaia!? Is Aglaia you?"

Seeing the transparent silver figure floating in midair, Hoffa was almost confused with excitement. Shaking, he extended the hand, staggering forward like a drunkard.

At this moment, he seems to see his heart more clearly. He is probably not a sane person. On the contrary, his excited chest is almost bursting. It is an unimaginable love, which lasts for a long time. Years of yearning, and the joy of fulfilling a long-cherished wish.

He stretched out his hand, longing for, fearful, and slowly, came to the bottom of the ghost, and looked up at her.

Yes, there is no doubt that although her body is shining with transparent fluorescence, there is no substance, but the blue eyes, the refined facial features, and the face of the year for day and night are indeed what he used to be student, the young girl who once brought him back from death, a friend who gave him life and hope.

"Ah...Aglaia...?"

Hoffa waved under her, trying to attract the ghost's attention: "Hey , It's me, I have come to see you!!"

It is strange that the silver-haired ghost has remained completely expressionless, as if he hadn't heard it, no matter what Hoffa called. She remained absolutely expressionless and stateless, just stirring the cauldron in front of her intently.

"What are you doing?"

The surging emotions impacted Hoffa's spirit. He didn't even notice the strangeness of the silver ghost, with almost uncontrollable emotions. The next two climbed up to the crucible. In the crucible, what is boiling is a transparent, unknown liquid, it is boiling with bubbles, it is very viscous, like glue.

"I'm looking for you, Aglaia."

Hoffa crawled along the edge of the cauldron and said excitedly: "I have found a way to resurrect, you know Huh?"

The flying silver ghost eyebrows slightly frowned, Hoffa immediately shakes nervously, saying something wrong?

The eyebrows loosen.

The silver-haired ghost raised his arm and snapped his fingers.

A stone puppet walked out of the dark crypt, holding a stone trough, which was filled with twisting worms, thousands of them.

"You speak, Aglaia, why don't you speak?"

The other party at a moderate pace, not salty and not indifferent, makes Hoffa a little frightened, and his voice is somewhat Trembling: "Tell me...Tell me, you can say something, anything will do!"

The silver-haired ghost did not look at him, let alone speak, she changed her movements, stretched out her hand and twisted, looking like Very elegant. Along with her movement, the stone puppet in the crypt also stretched out his hand. It twisted some white substance and sprinkled it into the transparent cauldron. The boiling transparent liquid in the cauldron turned into a milk-white liquid, calming down. .

"What happened, fifty years, do you remember me?"

Hoffa stammered, and the silent posture of Silver Ghost frightened him.

He can feel a blazing flame in his heart. The fire is more vigorous than ever, and more fragile than ever. He can hardly stabilize his body.

Still not speaking.

The stirring of the crucible was over, the silver-haired ghost changed its position and made a scooping motion. The stone puppets beside him also stood up and learned her movements, using the stone ladle to get out of the crucible Scoop out a ball of milk-white liquid and pour it on the insect of the stone trough worm.

Suddenly, the close and numerous insects are regularly integrated, forming a white human body, emerging from the sink.

Aglaia waved his hand, and the male body in the sink was hung away and sent into the darkness in the distance. The top opening opened, and another group of insects were poured into the sink. Aglaia repeated the previous actions, controlling the stone puppet, scooping up the milk-white liquid from the cauldron and pouring it onto the insect.

This time, the insects were glued together and turned into a female human body. She waved her hand again, and the female body was also lifted by the rope and sent into the boundless darkness.

Just like that, she repeated this action, focused and precise.

Hoffa stopped speaking. He licked his lips and calmed down a bit. Putting it that way, all the temporary bodies of those guys outside were made by Aglaia?

Is she doing this kind of work in the underworld?

How many years? Fifty years.....?

He has a heartache.

"Look at me, look at me, look at me...please..."

He lay on the cauldron, tilted his head, and forced his face out The other side's neck was frightened and disturbed.

Finally, at his insistence, the other party's eyes moved away from the work at hand, swept across his face, stayed on his face for about one and one second, and then moved opened.

What kind of look was that? Hoffa felt it was extremely calm, as calm as the water of the Dead Sea, without any emotions, calm and numb, and didn't know what she was thinking at all.

"What happened...Tell me what happened..."

Hoffa's voice changed from excitement to a low voice, and he sat on the crucible. , His face was filled with confusion.

One by one brand-new human bodies appeared from the stone trough, and then hung away, the insect was used up, the cauldron was almost empty, the silver-haired ghost slowly fell to the ground from mid-air and hit again Snap your fingers.

Bang bang bang bang... The previous dark metal armor guard walked in from the cave bang bang bang.

"Who asked you to bring in the messy people."

The silver-haired ghost asked blankly, his voice revealing a faint tiredness.

"I didn't stop him, my lord, I'm very sorry, but I'm useless. No one is more dereliction of duty than me. Please give me another chance." Dark Metal Armor said in a golden and iron voice.

"Take it away." The silver-haired ghost said briefly.

"Yes."

Dark metal armor took a step forward. At a height of three meters, he pressed Hoffa’s shoulders, hugged him from the crucible, and then He was caught under his arm, striding with a silky pace without the slightest hesitation, walking outside, chattering and saying, "Sir, you can play with other places, but if you want a new body, I would like to advise you. You’d better stand in line obediently and honestly. After all, if you offend the Miko, you will..."

Bang! !

Hoffa suddenly raised his hand and swept with a heavy fist, directly smashing the pile of armor into a pile of discarded parts, and ding ding dong dong was scattered on the ground and hit the stone wall of the cave.

"Do you dare to touch me!"

He growled furiously.

After that, he pressured the rising emotion and returned to the silver-haired ghost again.

"Aglea...Aglea..."

Hoffa trembled to extend the hand, trying to touch the silhouette in front of him, "How do you see me ...How do you see me without any reaction at all, do you even recognize me?"

The palm of her hand passed through her face without feeling, and touched There was no difference in the air. Even so, the silver-haired ghost in front of him still turned his head, looking extremely cold.

"I really miss you so much. I have a lot to say to you." Hoffa said sourly.

"Keep it." The silver-haired ghost said to him only one sentence: "I don't want to listen."

"Uh...!????"

Hoffa's words were forcibly squeezed in her chest, and she couldn't say a word, as if a pair of invisible hands was strangling his throat.

On the other side, the pile of metal parts that were broken up by him were recombined to form a complete armor man, nothing changed.

It slammed up to Hoffa, held its shoulders, and said righteously: "Your Excellency, why did you do it if you didn’t agree? Isn’t Hoffa's life still alive? Grinding, do you accumulate grievances in the mortal world? This is wrong. You have to pay attention to one first come, first come..."

"Go away! Are you annoying!?"

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Boom! !

One more punch.

It hit the dark metal armor, but this time it did not disperse Diffindo. Instead, it held Hoffa's Spiritual Body with a metal fist. It was so powerful that it couldn't make progress. The two of them stood in a stalemate. After a while, dark metal armor slowly pressed his hand down.

"It seems that you have just died, and you don’t know the rules of Helheim. There is no need for uniqueness, personality, or special soul, but any violent, fanatical, turbulent, sharp guy. , Will be smoothed here. If you don’t want to be hung on the path of thorns, I advise you, it’s best to respect everything here!"

After that, he stepped forward. In one step, two metal arms stretched out from its back. Its four hands firmly grasped Hoffa’s shoulders, dragged him, and pulled him out of the dark crypt a little bit, and then pulled him Throw it out.

Boom!

Dark metal armor closed the door.

The dull Hoffa rolled twice on the ground, looked up at the closed door, and threw back again.

"Why are you doing this to me!! Aglaia, I will definitely take you out of here, I have found a way!!!"

He shouted through the door .

There is no response inside the door.

"Aglaia, why don't you speak, is there no way to say, is there any trouble, can you hint me about something!?"

No answer, no sound.

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!!"

......

Yelling, Hoffa couldn't take it anymore, grabbed his head tightly, and sat down.

This is the first time he has eaten this kind of suffocation. This feeling is simply indescribable. It is clearly separated by a door, but it is longer than the gap between life and death, which makes him feel deeply. Of weakness.

He wanted to shout out some stupid declarations that I would die here if you didn't come out to see me, but when I thought about myself as dead, he couldn't help but feel sad again.

What on earth Aglaia is thinking about, is it fifty years too long, has he completely forgotten, but even if he has forgotten himself, he shouldn’t be so cold.

The more he thinks about it, the more he feels uncomfortable, and there is nothing he can do about it. In the past, he had heard of women's hearts and seabed needles, but he had been snort disdainfully, or didn't care at all. Because he doesn't care about the women passing by, what they are thinking and doing has nothing to do with him.

But when he really cared, he realized that it was really a torment. If the person he loves doesn’t love himself, then whatever he does is useless, no matter what you say Everything is redundant, and the best way is to disappear.

This cruel reality makes him almost unacceptable.

Dang dang!

Something rang the gongs and drums.

A short dark metal armor came out of the stone tower high above the pancreatic island.

"Hey, those who need a body, come here to fetch it."

With the voice, on the tower.

A huge stone trough fell down.

A white body crackled from a high stone tower and fell on the ground. It was covered with mucus. Among them were men and women. They were piled on the ground, and their limbs were bent unconsciously, like A pile of dolls stacked on top of each other.

After that, countless ghosts gathered from all directions. They wore the same clothes, and they took the naked clothes all the time.

The flesh stood up from the ground, they looked at each other's brand-new body, said with a laugh:

"There are new toys again. I have been waiting for a long time... "

"How do you want to die?"

"How about you let me behead my head this time?"

"Will that be too fast, It takes a long time to die too fast. Or cut off the limbs first."

"I didn't say that last time when you chopped me down."

"Must behead your head?"

"Let me get on you before beheading, you are in good health this time."

"You line up, there are fifty more in front of you."

"Then what should you do if you are broken?"

"Then next time."

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......

What the ghosts of the underworld are talking about, what they are doing, Hoffa has no thoughts to care about. He sat dumbfounded on the ground full of worms, allowing him to be overwhelmed by extreme confusion.

He imagined that if he could see Aglaia again tens of thousands of times, he would say something to her, but he didn't expect. After seeing it, he found that everything changed.

She is no longer the proud and willful Ravenclaw girl she knows, she has become extremely cold and weird, as if there are layers of invisible hard shells that wrap her around and can't see the real appearance. Can't tell the true identity.

I don't know how long I have been sitting on the ground, another transparent ghost floated up from a distance and landed beside Hoffa. It was Barty Jr.

"Mr. Bach, what's the matter with you? A look of despair."

Barty Jr. asked very disturbed.

Hoffa was immersed in pessimism, and didn't know who was coming. It wasn't until the ghost called Mr. Bach several times in his ear that he came back to his senses and looked at the ghost around him.

"Barty Jr...." He said dazedly: "Your previous body...was she given it?"

"Yes, I just Brought into Helheim by that gust of wind, I met the witch, and she brought me to this place."

"Did she tell you anything?"

"I didn't say anything. I saw her when I landed. She only told me when she gave me a body. If she wanted to leave here, go to the entrance and wait for you, saying that you would take me back."

"Is this she told you personally?"

"Yes."

"Did you say anything else?"

"No, more He didn’t say a word of it."

Paused, Barty Jr. asked anxiously: "Do you know her?"

Hoffa didn’t answer. In despair, he saw something hope.

"Stop talking about this, can we go back, Mr. Bach?" Barty Jr. stared at him, looking extremely worried.

"Where are you going back?" Hoffa asked blankly.

"Back to the real world..." Barty Jr. said anxiously: "Here... there is nothing here. No food, no taste, no touch, no smell, nothing. , I feel like I'm going crazy."

Hoffa gradually came back to his senses from the restlessness of being left out. Go back, how to go back? He didn't know, Miller told him to go back as soon as the time was up, but he was afraid that he had been trapped in Helheim for a long time. He didn't know what it was like outside, did the Triwizard Tournament start? To what extent is Grindelwald's plan implemented?

Gradually, Hoffa calmed down. He walked back and forth on the ground with his hands behind his back, frowning in thought, Aglaia accurately found Barty Jr. and asked Barty Jr. to come to her, showing that she hadn't forgotten herself at all. And the only one thing she said to herself was-keep it, I don't want to listen.

If you really don’t remember, you will definitely ask who you are, but she didn’t ask, which means that she not only remembers herself, but may even know some important information, but for some reason she didn’t say it. That's it.

After turning for a long time, he stopped and felt that he shouldn't just give up like this. He has already done this step, and there is no turning back to give up again.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the big black man named Avada he first met. He has said that in the underworld, he can get anything, as long as he is willing to accompany Death to make one. game.

"No, no, I have to go to Arvada..."

Hoffa brows tightly frowns, muttering to himself, "Death must do to her What's the matter, I want to get the answer to the question..."

Hearing his self-talk, Barty Jr. was surprised and hurriedly got up and grabbed him, "Ah! You can't go Find that guy!"

"Why?" Hoffa puzzled.

Barty Jr. was very nervous. He looked around all around nervously, and said in a low voice: "I have been here these days. Heim, you can do anything, the only thing that is not allowed is to have a relationship with Avada. Anyone who has a relationship with him will end up miserably."

"How miserable?"

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"I...I just heard that as long as you stay within ten meters of that guy, you can do anything in Helheim."

"You can do anything. What's there to do here? No food, no smell, no body, no senses, nothing but insect."

Speaking, Hoffa got up and was about to leave.

"No!" Barty Jr. was anxious, he stood up excitedly: "That's just a woman, what are you thinking, Master! Why did you lose heart after seeing her, she Although she is very beautiful, she may be a woman who has been dead for many years. As long as we find a way to return to the real world, what kind of woman does not have!?"

Silence.

Hoffa narrowed his eyes slowly, and gloomy turned his head sensibly, staring at Barty Jr. until he looked back and smirked.

"What did you call me just now?" He asked with a bad look in his eyes.

Barty Jr. touched his head nonchalantly, leaned against the raised rock, and stammered: "No... sorry, Mr. Bach, I... I... I didn't control it for a while."

"I didn't control it?"

Hoffa sneered: "I said, how I have nothing to do with you, you don't always follow me. I am not Voldemort, and you are not my servant."

After that, he pushed Barty Jr. away with a palm and walked straight to the elevator of the pancreatic island.

"Eh, lord...pei pei pei Bah, Mr. Bach, wait for me!" Barty Jr. hurriedly followed up again, "Think about it again!"

"Go away," Hoffa was very irritable and kept walking.

Crack!

But now.

The sound of the iron gate behind him forcibly stopped him.

He turned his head like lightning, and the iron door closed by the dark metal armor was pushed aside at this moment, and the young girl with the silver-haired ghost stood in front of the tunnel. It was still a lifeless look. Behind her, stood a huge stone puppet.

All emotions disappeared, Hoffa rushed back in the most standard licking pose and stood in front of her. Thousands of words in his mind were stuck in his mouth uncontrollably, trying to squeeze them out.

But I haven't had time to speak yet. The silver-haired ghost spoke first: "Shut up."

Hoffa shut up.

I saw her extend the hand, and Xuxu made an action of uncovering the lid.

Boom boom boom.

The huge stone puppet behind her opened a stone jar high up. Pour down.

Pattern.

A squishy white thing fell from a height and slammed into Hoffa's face.

After that, the peculiar white flesh mass wriggled and deformed on the ground, stretched and hardened, and finally turned into a rabbit the size of an African elephant, with surprisingly large ears. I saw it pa ta pa ta shaking its ears, and slowly knelt down in front of the silver-haired ghost.

The silver-haired ghost stepped on the body of the long-eared rabbit and said briefly: "Come with me."