Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The three of them walked down the narrow path to the underworld, and the Son of the Night God followed them soul of a deceased has not yet dispersed, getting closer and closer. In the end, they boarded the elevator to the ground floor and left the Son of Night God far behind.

In the elevator, the two looked nervously behind them with one hand, and neither of them spoke. A certain terrifying pessimism permeates this temporary squad.

This is the second opponent, and it's already terrifying. What kind of terrifying is the third opponent? If you lose yourself, wouldn't it be that you will never be able to return to the real world again, and will always be Death hangs on the road of thorns, falling into endless torture.

Hoffa thought so, the elevator slowly fell to the ground, and he and Barty Jr. fell back to the filthy and gloomy pancreatic islet at the bottom. Compared to the eternal arena that was just frantic and restless, it was as quiet as Another world.

I don't know if it's time for the flesh, or I went to watch the game between myself and Death. The ghosts that controlled the physical carnival were gone last time. On the black and rugged island, only grassland-like worms were dancing on the ground.

Looking from a distance, there is a strange beauty.

"Is this Helheim? It's weird enough."

Miller couldn't help but whispered.

Hoffa did not speak, and followed Barty Jr. back at first and saw the entrance of Aglaia’s crypt, but this time the crypt has been firmly sealed by an iron door, so he pushed it up. completely motionless.

"How to get in? Do you have a way?"

Hoffa pointed to the door and asked Miller.

"You can't knock on the door?"

Miller asked in a playful manner.

"She probably won't drive it."

Hoffa murmured.

"Che, you also have this day."

Miller raised the right hand controlling Hoffa and pointed at the iron gate: "Alohomora."

Gray The spell hit the iron gate, but like clay ox entering the sea, it did not cause any waves.

"No, this door may be made of some anti-magic material, and the curse cannot be opened." Miller said.

Hoffa: "..."

"Look, Mr. Bach."

Barty Jr. pushed Hoffa a bit, pointing away .

Following Barty Jr.'s fingers, a crack opened at the top of a tall tower in the distance, countless fresh flesh opened from a gap at the top of the tower, and crash-bang fell to the ground.

The sparse ghosts flew up like flies smelling carrion, and got into the flesh one by one to make those bodies move. They are few in number this time, and most of their bodies are wasted.

"What is this?"

Barty Jr. said in shock.

"We can go in from there."

Barty Jr. points to the high crevice, "There should lead to the inside."

"Let's go ."

Hoffa nodded.

I didn't care about the confused Miller, and no one answered his questions. He opened his mouth foul-mouthed unhappily.

The two quickly climbed up the dilapidated tower, and got in through the slit in the tower that transported the flesh. Not long after entering, the fissure behind closed again and the light completely disappeared. Miller raised his right hand and said, "Lumos."

The deep corridor was illuminated by fluorescence. With the help of the light, it can be seen that there are some broken limbs in the corridor, which are slowly decomposing into worms.

"It's disgusting, are you sure Aglaia is associated with this thing every day?" Miller in the right hand looked all around.

Hoffa doesn't speak, and he feels uncomfortable.

The ground shook, and something outside made a sharp roar, knocking the entire tower The earth shook and the mountain quivered.

It was the Son of Night God who chased him, but he came a step slower, and the rift that transported the flesh was closed.

Hoffa scared witless, quickly accelerated the crawling speed, and they climbed over the deep tunnel. I came to a gloomy room where countless stone puppets stood. Each of these puppets was the size of an Easter Island statue. They moved slowly in the dark, like the workers in front of the assembly line, scrubbing the stone troughs and cauldrons. Transport worms, stones.

There is a pipe in the deepest part of the cave, and an unknown transparent liquid flows like a waterfall inside.

"What is this, Underworld Chemical Plant?"

Miller asked in a low voice.

"I don't know...Don't talk." Hoffa and Barty Jr. slowly crawled over the top pipe, trying not to attract the attention of the stone puppets.

But those puppets are dumbfounded, they have no consciousness, they only work mechanically, and they don't care about the two people who climbed over from the top.

Following the pipeline and climbing through the workshop-like cave, they entered a spiral downward corridor. Soon, the tunnel came to an end, and the front suddenly opened up.

They came to the top of a crypt. The crypt was still the same as last time, dilapidated and gorgeous. There were some stone cabinets and belongings on display, and one The tall, static stone puppet, except for the large cauldron that I saw before, looks much more spacious.

A translucent silver-haired ghost floats in the room, rummaging through rows of stone cabinets, very quiet.

Seeing that figure from behind, Miller sucked in a breath of cold air and groaned: "God, how many years have it been..."

dong!!

The tower shook twice, and the dust on the top of the crypt fell straight down.

Even though he was far away, Hoffa could feel his body violently hitting the crypt outside, and the situation got worse.

Without time for Miller and Aglaia to relive the past, Hoffa flopped from a high place to the ground, and walked quickly to the silver-haired ghost.

"Aglaia, Aglaia?"

Hoffa raised his hands for fear of misunderstanding, "Listen, it's me. Although I changed my body, you Having created so many bodies, you can definitely understand that it is just a skin."

The silver-haired ghost does not look at him, but picks and chooses in front of the cabinet, turning a blind eye to the three people coming to the room, and is violent to the outside. The shock was also deaf, and it seemed that nothing happened was taken seriously by her, and it was shockingly cold.

Hoffa continued speaking very fast: "I participated in the Death game and wanted to defeat three opponents. Now I have reached the second opponent, but I have encountered some problems.

I want to ask, can you prepare a septic potion for me, if you need time, Miller and I can drag it for you, and if you need materials, I can ask Barty Jr..."

"Get out of the way."

The silver-haired ghost floated past Hoffa's body, neither salty nor indifferent. She moved her arms, and the stone puppets in the house followed her movements. Move the things in the crypt room around.

"Aglaia, I have no time. I know, potion, you are good at..."

"Get out of the way."

The silver-haired ghost interrupted Hoffa still not salty.

It’s Hoffa who has the patience and can’t help but jump in anxiously at this time, “I’m saving you, can you talk to me normally.” He said frantically, following The silver-haired ghost went round and round afterwards.

Miller opened his mouth suddenly, "You are not Aglaia."

"What," Hoffa was surprised, "What are you talking about?"

"The person I know is not like you. She is enthusiastic and more active than anyone else. She is so positive that I hate it, but even so, it can't stop me from admiring her." Miller continued, "You It’s not her. The traits imprinted in the soul cannot be changed. You are too negative."

"What?"

Hoffa was taken aback, and he quickly turned his head. Looking at the silver-haired ghost.

The silver-haired ghost rarely stopped the movement in his hand and looked at Hoffa. There was a certain inexplicable luster in those blue ghost-like eyes.

"No..."

Hoffa was sluggish for a while and shook her head slowly: "I know she is who, and I can recognize it when it turns to dust."

"Then why did she see that I didn't react at all," Miller yelled angrily: "Hey, I am also her best friend's younger brother anyway, I will also experience the things you have experienced... ."

Boom! !

With a sour sound, a pair of blood-red palms were inserted into the crack of the door of the crypt room. Those hands violently violently, and forcibly separated the iron door of the room to both sides.

The iron gate outside the cave stopped Hoffa and Miller, but failed to stop the Son of Night God. Miller stopped talking, Hoffa and Barty Jr. were close together, holding their right hand. In this small space, they could hardly retreat to the monster.

"You two, take ten steps to the left and go around the back of the cabinet."

The silver-haired ghost gave orders without raising his head.

"What?"

Barty Jr. hasn't reacted yet, "Are you talking to me?"

"en."

She said succinctly.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Barty Jr. said angrily: "I think Mr. Bach came to this ghost place just for you. Can you be better?"

"Shut up."

Hoffa hurriedly covered Barty Jr.’s mouth and refused to let him speak. Then, I don’t know if it was his illusion. He felt that Agley Ya's tone was much milder than before.

He didn't know where the confidence came from, so he pulled Barty Jr. around to the back of the cabinet.

As soon as I walked around the cabinet, there was a loud bang, and the iron door of the crypt was completely torn in half by the Son of Night God, and it got in sideways. Gray-haired and golden eyes, his upper body drenched with blood, and his eyes as ferocious as wild beasts, he searched around as soon as he entered the door.

Hoffa hid behind the cabinet loudly shouted: "Aglaia, that's not me, that's Death's body, don't admit it wrong."

"When is it all? , You still think of her, you are mad."

Miller said in annoyance: "Think about how to escape!"

The Son of Night God was immediately located. Hoffa behind the stone cabinet, with a stroke of his footsteps, he came to Hoffa almost in the blink of an eye and reached out to grab him.

"Go around the cabinet three times clockwise."

The quiet voice of the silver-haired ghost came into Hoffa's ears.

Hoffa immediately pulled Barty Jr. around the cabinet. Although the Son of Night God is strong as an ox, he has no rational control, only instinct. He didn't seem to have a good head, and he didn't catch a hand. He followed Hoffa around behind the cabinet.

I just finished three laps, only to hear the silver-haired ghost in the distance say again: "Go 20 steps to the right, stay where you are."

Hoffa hurriedly pulled one. Barty Jr. left the cabinet with a bewildered face. Barty Jr. looked back in disbelief. Seeing that they had all left the cabinet, the Son of Night God was still circling around the cabinet, which seemed to have several points of funny.

Twenty steps to the right is a broken carpet. The last time Hoffa came here, he remembered that there was a big crucible, but this time he didn't have it.

After going around more than a dozen times, the son of Yagami found out that Hoffa was missing. In a violent one, he smashed the stone cabinet in front of him with a fist, and slowly walked towards Hoffa with his fist.

But due to too many circles, it is dizzy and eyes blurred, and it walks not as fast as at first. Instead, it staggers like drunk.

"What should I do next?"

Hoffa looked at the guy who staggered and approached him, and asked Aglea with his head sideways.

"Don't move."

She kept picking and choosing among the piles of bottles and cans without looking back, and it made Hoffa look anxious.

But at this moment, there was a muffled sound. A heavy object fell from the sky and smashed precisely on the head of the Son of Night God.

Hoffa looked up. It turned out that it was the stone puppet who took the cleaned cauldron back and put it in place, and the place where it was dropped happened to be the place where the Son of Night God passed by?

What's the matter, did Aglaia expect it to take that position? Hoffa can't help feeling a little absurd.

It’s just that it’s too unrealistic to use a big cauldron to kill the body blessed by the night god...

Sure enough , The super-large cauldron shook twice and made a crisp sound, which was directly pierced by the Son of Night God from the bottom. It crawls out of the edge of the crucible.

"Aglaia, it's out of trouble!!"

Hoffa shouted loudly.

"What kind of plane? I have to do it myself!"

Miller quickly raised his right hand and started chanting use spell.

But the Silver-haired Ghost freed a hand and snapped his fingers to the cauldron with his back.

crash-bang!

The tall stone puppet opened the pipe.

A stream of clear liquid fell from the high-level pipe, crash-bang fell into the crucible, and filled the crucible in the blink of an eye.

The Son of the Night God in the cauldron let out a sorrowful cry, and was washed into his body by the clear liquid, and his body melted at a speed visible to naked eye.

First the skin, then the flesh and blood, then the skeleton and the organs. It struggled and roared in the cauldron. But it failed to stop the melting of the body.

In less than three seconds, it was completely melted into a skeleton.

Hoffa stared blankly at the clear liquid in the crucible gradually turning blood red. Watching the blood-red skeleton's palm held on the surface of the cauldron, it gradually sank, and finally couldn't make any more noise.

Barty Jr. and Miller were also dumbfounded. They stared at the crucible on the ground, unable to say a word for a long time.

Hoffa held his breath and walked to the side of the cauldron, and took a look inside. I saw the scarlet cauldron puffing out with bubbles and some bone fragments tumbling inside. However, the bone fragments were quickly dissolved, and the crucible finally fell into complete calm. I'm afraid it will never be resurrected.

"That is Hraswalgel's gastric juice, don't touch it."

Warned him, the silver-haired ghost floated away again, in front of her precious stone cabinet Continue to pick up. From beginning to end, she didn't turn around, she didn't even glance at the Son of Yegod.

For a while, Hoffa turned his head mechanically, looked at Aglaia with a calm face, and asked hoarsely: "You...what have you experienced??"