Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

On the other side of the arena, a young boy is motionless. Although the opponent looks similar to Hoffa, he doesn't have much look in his eyes, just standing in place blankly. It's like the robot in the Terminator movie, but this robot is made of flesh and blood.

But even so, the picture is disturbing enough.

Hoffa waved to him, but he didn't respond.

Barty Jr. is relaxed. He hasn't recognized what Hoffa looked like when he was eleven. He just asked incredulously: "That kid...that kid is your opponent?"

Hoffa turned her head over, with a solemn expression: "What kind of magic do you know?"

"A little dark magic, Unforgivable Curse, etc." Barty Jr. said embarrassingly: "But I don’t have a wand, and I can’t release the magic."

"Damn," Hoffa said angrily, "Then you should hide from a distance."

"That It’s hard for children to be troubled?"

"It’s okay."

Hoffa said anxiously that he was not afraid of the self he came out now, that seemed to be the self he was five years ago. His eyes haven't changed color, it shouldn't be much stronger, but he is afraid of the guy who might appear behind him.

A long time ago, he had seen the imitation monster turned into the underworld insect. The last time he killed another himself with a septic potion, and now he has nothing on him, so he must try his best Only by adding means can we survive the game of Death.

"Go underground, find the silver-haired guy, and ask her if she has a septic potion."

"Can you do it alone?"

" Don't say more, listen to me."

Hoffa quickly told Barty Jr.: "Go and get back."

While talking, the boy on the other side slowly pulled out from his waist. A wand, the wand deformed and elongated in his hand, and gradually turned into a silver glove, wrapping the arm.

Looking at that scene, Hoffa looked like a world away. He still remembers the last time he came to Helheim, just like that boy, using wand transformation to defeat all kinds of enemies.

Barty Jr. drifted back slowly.

His action is like a gazelle awakening a cheetah. The boy standing on the other side of the sand stepped on the ground, raised his gloves and hit Barty Jr.

"Don’t think about it!"

Hoffa grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, turned it into a long scarlet knife, and clashed on the young version of her own. attack.

The boy didn’t react too much after being blocked. He backed two steps blankly, and then flicked the glove sideways. In the blink of an eye, the glove turned into a big sword like a door, slashing horizontally. To Hoffa.

dong!

The sand blade in Hoffa's hand turned into a red round shield.

The giant sword in the boy’s hand hit the shield, and a spark came out. Hoffa was a little shorter. I don’t know if it was his illusion. He felt that when he was in First Year, his force was not so big. .

Avada floated on a balloon in the air and said excitedly: "Appeared, the most basic wand transformation, although it is only a basic skill, it also demonstrates the innate talent of incomparable. However, is this the only opponent sent by Death? Kind of?"

While Arvada spoke, the broadsword that was cut on Hoffa’s shield grew countless serrations, the serrations turned, making a buzzing and harsh sound, and the broadsword changed unexpectedly. It became a chainsaw more than one meter long.

Buzzing!

The flames are everywhere!

The shield was sawed in half in the blink of an eye.

It's not over yet, the chainsaw slashed across Hoffa's chest, bringing out a bouquet of blood, leaving a bone-bearing wound in an instant.

"shit!"

Hoffa took a few steps back, touched his chest, and cursed.

He put away the last trace of contempt. Although the boy in front of him is a re-enactment of his youth, he is much stronger than when he was young. At least when he was young, he couldn't turn wand into He didn't understand the structure of a chainsaw at all.

One hit, the boy kept walking. He carried the elevator and rushed to Hoffa quickly, in an amazing imposing manner.

Hoffa can only keep backing away from him. As he backed away, the sand beside the boy rolled and turned into obstacles, trying to trap the boy. He charged to the left and dash to the right, the chainsaw in his hand was flying, and he kept cutting down obstacles, but in the end he was trapped on the ground by the power of the broken grip.

Before Hoffa can breathe a sigh of relief, the chainsaw in the hands of the boy who fell on the ground turned into a bazooka, his painting style changed suddenly. He pulled the rocket launcher and ejected a cannonball.

"Huh?"

Hoffa was stunned. Having lived for so many years, he didn't even know that transfiguration could still play like this.

The cannonball flew in front of him in a second. He immediately raised his hand and pointed. The cannonball in flight turned into a water-filled balloon. The balloon exploded in the air with a bang, crash- The bang spilled Hoffa all over.

In the misty water, he saw the boy who fell on the ground free up a hand and held the wand with a finger.

Suddenly, a violent burning sensation came from Hoffa's skin, and the water that fell on his skin turned into a substance such as concentrated sulfuric acid. His body burned with smoke.

The body given by Death doesn’t feel much pain, but Hoffa knows that if this body is destroyed, he will not be far from failure. He immediately fell to the ground, trying to use sand to rub off the body surface. Of concentrated acid.

But as soon as he fell to the ground, the sand on the ground turned into countless sharp iron thorns. As long as he fell, he would be pierced into a sieve instantly. The distance was less than half a meter, and the time was less than half a meter. Second.

Hoffa quickly pointed at the ground with his eyes and hands. The broken sand that had been turned into iron thorns was deformed and turned into a pile of loose white foam. He fell into the foam lightly and rolled up a pile of white foam. point.

"Look, perfect transfiguration performance!" Arvada sitting on the balloon exclaimed excitedly: "Apart from Death Secret Realm, where else can I see such a battle?"

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tone barely fell, the white foam where Hoffa was in surged and turned into a deep pool, and the little boy who was trapped in the sand in the distance drew down the wand expressionlessly, and the water surface of the deep pool became tempered grass.

Damn guy, my First Year is not so strong!

Hoffa cursed in his heart, trapped in the deep pool, he closed his eyes.

With his hands folded, all the spiritual power rolled up the boy who was bound on the ground. The gravel was controlled by him to grow into a towering tree. The crown of the tree opened and turned into a pair of sharp hands.

Crazy

The big gravel hand stirs in the opposite direction like stirring a rag.

The boy surrounded by this was instantly ground into meat sauce, and his intestines and blood burst out of his fingers.

The bloody picture made the ghosts in the stands cheer with satisfaction.

"One to zero!" Arvada sitting on the balloon raised his arms excitedly: "Hoffa Bach used his strength to teach his past self a lesson. Sure enough, eating more bread for a few years Very useful!!"

The deep pool on the ground disappeared, exposing Hoffa who was lying on the sand and coughing violently. At this moment, his body was full of pitted holes corroded by acid.

Pattern.

A squeezed head fell from the sky and landed at Hoffa's feet.

Hoffa's body trembled slightly while looking at the young version of her face at her feet.

Is this the first opponent sent by Death? It looks like First Year’s self. Although he will not transform into Thunderbird yet, he can play Major Perfection with basic transfiguration.

It’s just that, less than ten rounds of fighting, his body has been irreparably damaged by the acid, which makes him secretly unwilling, the other magic is useless, just pure transfiguration Just let himself suffer a lot, to say that he can also have this ability, but his ideas are always limited to the magic world, and he has never thought of turning wand into a muggle weapon.

An opponent is already like this. If this is the next opponent...

Sure enough, Arvada on the balloon spoke again, "In the Eternal Arena There are a lot of people who can win the first game, but 90% of them died in the second challenge. I wonder if this young Legendary character can withstand the pressure from himself? , Please now, from the current Hoffa Bach-the son of the night god!"

With the enthusiastic voice of Arvada, the door on the other side of the duel field rumblingly opened, a scarlet three-ring pattern Appeared in the darkness of the corridor, like a shadow.

After Arvada shouted, he even turned his head quietly: "Oh yes, by the way, in fact, Helheim also has a night, if Death wants it, ha ha ha~ "

Beyond the passing bridge, among endless void and the cold wind, a huge giant tens of thousands of meters high, the corpse devourer—Hraswalgel slowly closed one eye.

The rays of light in Death Secret Realm dimmed instantly, including the eternal arena in his body. After the sky dimmed, the sand of the arena filled with red light like blood. The ghosts in the stands didn't know where to take out the light sticks and whistled while waving, as if a big star came to the Death Secret Realm for a concert.

Sizzle......

The sound of footsteps stopped.

A guy the same age as Hoffa appeared on the other side of the duel. He has gray hair, golden eyes, his upper body, and a shiny and hideous scarlet ring on his chest.

"Blood..."

His face has more expressions than the boy just now. It is bloodthirsty fanaticism. He keeps licking his lips and his mouth Repeat the word blood.

The moment he saw the gray-haired and golden-eyed boy, Hoffa lost blood on his face. Sure enough, he was right. Death gave his three opponents. They are their own past, present, and future editions.

If the past is only proficient in transfiguration, you can also fight against spirit strength to win. Then the current self can be said that on the basis of this, plus a strong body, and he has no physical body, then failure is almost a certainty.

"A body with Hoffa Bach and a soul with him, then which one is the real Hoffa Bach? Or is it all or not at all!"

Avada stood on the balloon and covered his head in pain, his waist turned back ninety degrees, and he held the microphone up to the sky and laughed wildly: "This kind of problem is really annoying and disturbing! !"

In the frantic voice of Avada.

Hoffa glanced back, Barty Jr. has not returned yet.

bang!!

The gray-haired and golden-eyed boy who was exactly like him shot, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

With the blow of The earth shook and the mountain quivered. Hoffa only had time to lower his head, and the wall behind him was shattered by a palm knock. The imposing manner was amazing.

While the rubble flew across, he saw that the golden-eyed boy who was exactly like him had empty eyes and no emotion, just like the most standard wild beast.

"Blood."

He said.

"Miller!!"

Hoffa backed away with all his strength. He pressed his head and started yelling Miller’s name. He understood that the guy in front of him was there. In the night state, he is definitely not able to defeat him, he must get Miller's help.

"Miller, did you hear that!?"