Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Helheim, the kingdom of the dead. A round of black stars flickered, covering the white stars on the other side like a black hole.

After Hoffa looked at the top exit, the man who kept leaping frogs but couldn’t jump out would have a sorrow. If even the developer of the resurrection technique, Cadmus Peverier Are all hung on the Path of Thorns, so can I, who also have similar thoughts, escape Death's magic eye?

He didn't come back to his senses until Barty Jr. gave him a push.

Barty Jr.: "She's gone."

It turned out that when he saw the leapfrog man, the silver-haired ghost had quietly drifted down the road of thorns. , At this moment, I almost can't see the silhouette.

"Eh, Aglaia, wait for me."

Hoffa waved his hand and chased it back, but when he got back to the bottom of the road of thorns, the silver-haired ghost Each minding their own business climbed up the long-eared rabbit floating in the sky, and flew straight down, regardless of what Hoffa and Barty Jr. meant.

"What to do?"

A gust of cold wind passed, and the abandoned two looked at the ten thousand zhang abyss under their feet, looking at each other in blank dismay, not for a while Know what to say.

Hoffa also didn't expect Agleia to leave them just like that, wants to walk to walk, without taking his head back. Ruthlessly, he couldn't guess what she was thinking.

Just when they didn’t know what to do, the voice of gu lu gu lu came from the heights. A huge boulder rolled down from the height of the road of thorns, gu lu lu, booming. It hit the stone pillar on the bottom platform with a sound.

Not long after, a man with bronzed muscles walked down from a high place and came to the side of the huge rock. He pressed the rock with his hand and lifted it with great effort, then rolled the huge rock and pushed it. Up a slope; what Hoffa saw was a screwed face, her cheeks pressed against the stone, her shoulders propped on a large mud-stained stone, and her feet were sorely wounded. It was the man who never ended up pushing the stone, Xi Serverus S.

"Eh, uncle?"

Seeing hope, Hoffa ran to West Serverus, bent over and asked the man who was sweating under the huge rock: "Excuse me, it should be here. How to get down?"

West Serverus, who pushed the stone, glanced at him, "Jump down."

"So high, you will definitely die if you jump down."

Barty Jr. said immediately.

"But you are already dead." West Serverus said, and continued to push the stone hard like a shit-shell.

"This..." Barty Jr. still wants to ask, but there seems to be no way to refute it.

Hoffa hurriedly nodded, "I understand, thank you Uncle."

West Serverus ignored him, and continued to push the stone upwards, only the stone in his eyes.

The two of them walked to the bottom of the road of thorns, turned their heads one step at a time, and walked. Hoffa couldn't stop the doubts in his heart, and went back to catch up with West Serverus who pushed the stone. "Wait a moment. Click, uncle."

"en?"

"Why don't you jump down?"

The man pushing the stone smiled and asked, "Why should I Jump down."

"Your feet are broken like this," Hoffa pointed to his bloody feet: "And this stone...how many years have you pushed."

When he asked, West Serverus smiled happily. He carried the boulder on his shoulders, stopped on the Path of Thorns, and asked Hoffa with a smile: "You think the people on this road are very miserable. Huh?"

Hoffa listened to the screams of Prometheus in the distance. He couldn't help but be nodded, and said afflictedly: "It's too miserable."

"No, West Serverus shook his head: "The people who are really miserable are those below. Pain and exhaustion are better than insensitive. Look, this is the job at hand. Although I have been failing, it is also a goal anyway."

After finishing speaking, he smiled and pushed the stone slowly, walking slowly up the mountain, taking a heavy and steady step towards a torture that he never knew the end of.

Hoffa looked thoughtful and returned to Barty Jr..

Barty Jr. asked him nervously: "Is that what the guy said is true, this place can really jump down? I'm afraid it's not bluffing us."

Hoffa Kicked Barty Jr.'s ass without saying a word. With the sound of wail like ghosts and howl like wolves when Barty Jr. fell into the abyss, Hoffa also jumped off the Way of Thorns.

They fell to the ground like meteors, and they passed through a height of thousands of meters in the blink of an eye, and then fell to the ground lightly like leaves. It felt like jumping down a centimeter step, without any waves. As expected, West Serverus did not lie to him, and the Kingdom of the Dead did not die twice.

But the place where they landed is not the dark pancreatic island of Aglaia, but an isolated island with a heart shape the size of a stadium. The sun and moon twin stars are shining in the sky at the same time, and there is an insect on the ground. nothing.

"Hey, it's okay."

Barty Jr. stood up, touched his body twice, then pulled Hoffa up again and asked, "Mr. Bach , Are you going to leave here?"

"Don't you always ask me when I can go?"

Hoffa thought of Aglaia who had abandoned him, feeling sad. "It's so great here, there are no troubles, no opponents."

"No way, there is nothing to do here, I am uncomfortable." Barty Jr. said.

"miserable wretch."

Hoffa took a bite.

"Don’t you feel that way. Once you have nothing to do. You will panic?"

"No,"

Hoffa refused, but In fact, I can't help but agree with it in my heart. He doesn't know how long he will stay in this void, but it must not be his style to do nothing.

pa pa pa!

A mountain cry out and sea howl applause suddenly burst out in his ears, which shocked Hoffa.

Turning around, I found a towering arc arena in the distance, and the applause and cheers came from that building.

The environment here is far from the shadowy pancreatic island of Aglaia. The building is solemn and the ground is solid. Countless ghosts poured in from all directions, and entered the giant arena with excitement on their faces.

Hoffa remembered that this was exactly what Arvada was talking about at the beginning of the "entertainment place". He was curious about where it was, but then he met Barty Jr. and was taken by him. I went to find Aglaia, and this curiosity was gone.

He didn't expect, after jumping off the road of thorns, he would actually fall here.

......

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Hogwarts, Office of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

At this moment, time is already cold winter, and snowflakes are falling from the sky, piled up on the edge of the window tirelessly.

The flame crackle in the fireplace burned, but Miller Gorschak, who was sitting in front of the fire, did not feel any warmth at all. He was not sure if this was his body too old or that The damn guy disappeared for months.

He controls Alastor. Moody sits behind the desk, his face gloomy looking at a letter in front of him, he is playing with a sharp dagger in his hand, and his finger is placed on the sharp edge of the dagger. Go up, touch it but take it back. The expression looked very hesitant.

Mixed with the popping sound of the pine wood in the fireplace, there is some kind of faint crying in the room. The crying continues, changing the tone from time to time. At first, Miller was still reluctantly calm, but gradually, he became impatient.

"Don't yell, yell me upset."

Finally, he couldn't help standing up, strode to the box in the room, and opened the box.

In the box, two men were lying flat on two beds, silently, and the cry was uploaded from a vague silhouette kneeling on the side of a bed: she was crying while she was crying. Shout: "Young Lord, Young Lord...you wake up, you wake up."

"I told you not to yell, can't you hear me?"

Miller yelled.

"wu wu wu ..... I can't help it....."

The elf looked back at him, crying tears Snot flowed down, she Sobbing, she couldn't stop crying at all.

"Don't yell, tell me how he is?"

Miller asked impatiently.

"The vital signs are getting weaker and weaker."

House elf cried and sobbed, "The breathing before half a month was really normal, but now, they breathe a few times a day. Next, I...I really don’t know what to do...wu wu ahhhh!"

The cry is getting louder and louder, there is a trace of hostility in Miller’s eyebrows, and he stretches out a palm , Caught and threw it in the air, the crying house elf was thrown into the corner, let out a wailing, and immediately passed by unconscious.

The cry finally disappeared.

The box became quiet.

Miller controlled Alastor. Moody's body slowly came to the two men in the box. One of the two men had ginger yellow hair, and the other was a middle age person with a bald head. .

Miller came to the bald middle age person and took his hand. His hand was covered with old markings and meridian. It looked like the hand of a fifty-year-old man. It was less than a few. Within months, the teenager lying on the hospital bed was quite old in his twenties, aging almost at a rate visible to naked eye.

Beside the unconscious bald middle age person, there is a bloody parchment, which is an array of sacrifices to Helheim.

Miller picked up the parchment with a hesitant expression.

The guy Hoffa just entered Helheim and lost contact with him less than a day later. He didn’t come back at the appointed time. He didn’t know what happened in the underworld. He didn’t know how long he might be in front of him. This flesh body will decay and collapse completely because of the loss of lifespan.

Do you want to do something?

Are you going to the underworld to get him back?

He fell into hesitation.

dong dong dong...!

A quick knock on the door awakened him from his contemplation. He looked at the sky outside the house, and it was almost evening.

dong dong dong!

The knock on the door is more urgent.

He put away the parchment impatiently, closed the box, opened the office, and went out.

As soon as the door opened, Miller saw black greasy hair like a kitchen curtain that hadn't been washed for ten years. Under the hair, there were a pair of deep eyes and a daunting aquiline nose. .

After coming to Hogwarts for so long, Miller has recognized all the professors, including this cold and greasy Potions' Professor, Slytherin head. But Miller responded with contempt for most of Hogwarts' branch of sect, except for Dumbledore.

"Severus?" Miller said with his elder's tone: "What are you doing?"

Severus .Snape frowned unhappy: "Dumbledore asked me to inform you. You have to come to the Christmas Eve Ball in the evening, and professors from other schools are there."

"Prom?" Miller raised his brows, "That's not well known, you need to come here specially. Tell me?"

"Maybe you are afraid you can't find a partner?"

Severus .Snape's tone was mixed with a touch of sarcasm, "If you can find it. "

"Humph."

Miller hummed with his nose, indifferent expression.

"At night, you might have to pack this Auror outfit." After pointing to Moody's clothes, he handed something that looked like an invitation to Miller. After that, he turned around and left without any muddle, and it seemed that he didn't want to have anything to do with him.

"Little things..."

Miller closed the door, glanced at the light blue envelope in his hand, and threw it on the desk uninterestedly. Sighed in a chair.

It’s Christmas Eve. It stands to reason that he should have completed the task long ago, where he went back and forth, but the disappearance of Hoffa had to make him tied to this post, impossible to move even a little bit.

dong dong dong!

Without waiting for his ass to sit hot, the door of Defense Against the Dark Arts office rang again. Miller became more and more impatient, and he felt that it was a major mistake in his life that he came to find Hoffa.

pa!!

Miller opened the door.

This time, outside the door stood a Gryffindor student with only Third Year, and a meticulous middle-aged man with his hair combed.

"This is the Office of Professor Moody." The Gryffindor student said, "Professor, Mr. Crouch is looking for something to do with you."

"Director of the Department of International Affairs, Stinchcombe Crouch? "

Miller looked at the middle-aged man with meticulous hair and a very decent smile, and asked in amazement: "What can you do with me?"

"I'll do it Find someone."

Said the meticulous man with his hair combed.

"Who are you looking for?" Miller asked with a bad look.

Stinchcombe .Crouch did not answer his question, but first gently said to the students leading the way: "Thank you for leading the way, Daniel, I have a few words with your defense professor."

"Okay, you and Professor Moody are talking slowly, I'm going to the prom." The Gryffindor student simply waved his arm and left the office.

After the students left, the smile on the middle-aged man's face suddenly disappeared. He involuntarily pushed Miller into the office, kicked the door closed, and then slapped Mi Le's face.

pa!!

"Asshole, what are you doing here?"

The old Barty.Crouch who just smiled very decently is like a different person at the moment, looking at Mi very cruelly Le.

Miller was slapped by this slap. He covered his face and looked at this guy who suddenly slapped himself in disbelief.

After a slap, Stinchcombe.Crouch pulled out Wand directly, staring at Miller with a cold face: "How many people know about you? Alastor.Moody, that guy, his deity is now Where?"

Miller hadn't reacted yet. Old Barty Crouch had already turned up in the office, bent over to look under the desk, opened the cabinet where the clothes were stored, and didn't treat himself as an outsider in the slightest.

Miller rubbed his face and gradually recalled. He glanced at the box in the office and knew in his heart that this guy definitely regarded himself as his son—Barty Jr. Crouch.

Unable to find it, old Barty threw away the sheets in his hand, raised wand straight to Miller: "Hand over Mad-Eye Moody, and then go home with me right away."

"Who told you?"

Miller asked with a bad look.

"Who told me? Stupid, do you think I know nothing about your tricks, and say, did you go back to find your dying master?"

old Barty Crouch said, reaching out to beat Miller. But Miller easily dodged a blow by raising his hand.

"You still dare to hide, you are really capable!"

Old Barty hate iron for not becoming steel's scolding: "Do you know how much I took to give it to you? I wiped my ass, if it weren’t for me to get involved, the Quiddich world cup alone would be enough for you to be kissed by dementor a hundred times!"

"I'm not your son."

Miller said straightforwardly.

"You are not!? Petrificus Totalus!"

old Barty waved the wand in anger, and a gray ray of spell shot out from the wand, taking Miller's face straight door.

A trace of killing intent flashed in Miller's eyes, he rubbed his hands, and when he raised his hand, he interrupted old Barty's use spell. Break the gray Binding Curse to pieces.

"What is your look? Smelly brat, don't think you dare to do something with me if you know some magic, I am your father..."

father Before the word was finished, old Barty Crouch's whole body suddenly floated. The wand held in his hand also flew out and fell into Miller's hand. He held the wand in his backhand with a wave, and Old Barty's limbs twisted into a strange arc in the air.

"You...you...you unfilial son!"

old Barty bit his teeth out of blood, flustered and exasperated roared: "Dare you treat me Do it!?"

"Who told you!?"

Miller’s face was as cold as iron, "If it weren’t for someone to whisper, you’re impossible to know that someone is pretending to be Moody. Say!"

"You!?"

old Barty Crouch opened his eyes and looked at the cold face in front of him carefully, panicking, "You... You are not my son... You are not a mad-eye Han, who are you?"

"It is too late to react now."

Miller Tighten his palms, the floating old Barty Crouch's neck tightened, his eyes bulging, and he couldn't breathe gradually.

At this moment, the box in the room snapped open, and the bruised house elf came out of the box with his head shinning.

As soon as she got out, she saw the middle-aged man floating in midair. After a second, she let out a piercing, high-pitched scream, like a ghost. Climbing rushed in front of the murderous Miller, knelt down and hugged Miller's thigh, and cried out: "Please, please, don't kill my master, don't kill my master!"

"Go away, Shining."

Miller lifted his foot and kicked Shining flying, and continued to hold Old Barty and asked: "Don't tell me who told you the news, believing or not, I just kill You?"

"Uh..."

old Barty complexion ashen, floating in the air, speechless. He clutched his neck, pushing his legs desperately.

Sparkling kicked back without the slightest hesitation, hugged Miller’s thigh again, and whispered quickly, "Young Lord is unclear, and your friends are about to die. At this time, why do you still care about other things? You are going to find a way to save your friends!!!"

"You say it again!!!"

Miller lowered his head abruptly, staring fiercely at the house elf holding his thigh.

But house elf did not give in at all. She firmly grasped Miller’s wooden legs, like a drowning man clutching the last life-saving straw: "I said, you have the time to find a way to save it. Can’t you save your friends? Why should you embarrass others in other things..."

One person and one spirit looked at each other for a while.

"Ha...haha..."

Miller laughed at himself, but was the first to lose.

Thinking of Hoffa waiting to die in the box, he casually waved his hand and threw old Barty.

Sparkling crawled down beside Old Barty and pressed hard against his chest.

Miler Gorschak stood in place and said to himself: "Yeah, whoever I care to tell you about it, anyway, it's going to die...it's going to die..."

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After talking to himself, he told Shining: "Give me the evening dress, I need a carnival."