Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

An inexplicable black hung over the cave, but those who were eroded by the black changed their forms unconsciously.

Some people have grown sharp horns, some have eyes blood red, some have sharp teeth, some have elongated noses, even Dumbledore is not immune, his silver and elegant beard and hair have become Black's tentacles also gave birth to many obsidian crystals on the forehead, which became a proper demon wizard.

Of course, the biggest change belongs to old Barty Crouch.

After yelling that you are not my son.

His whole body twisted and swelled, turning into a Sartre with bent legs, arched back and long arms, and a long tail behind his ass.

The size of his mother shrank quickly and became a creature similar to a house elf.

"What happened?"

Miller asked Hoffa.

"Probably this is what they look like in Barty Jr.'s eyes. Dreams are generally not explained to people, but only use images to symbolize things."

It's an obvious symbol."

Miller said to himself: "Why didn't you save him just now?"

"Dreams have nothing to do with reason, only emotions. You think we It’s okay to take him away from here, no.

I don’t know what the purpose of this dream is and how to defeat my future self. Before we figure out the purpose of this dream, we Don’t act rashly."

Miller was stunned for a while, then gently snered: "It’s still a matter of no concern to oneself. When facing Aglaia, I can’t see you. It's so calm."

Hoffa's face is unusually hot, so he turns his head away. However, when Barty Jr. was dragged out of the dungeon by the dementor, the darkness was like ink and the color completely flooded the entire underground cave. The tumultuous voices gradually extinguished.

"Why is it dark again?"

Miller's voice rang in his ears.

"Don't be afraid."

Hoffa said.

After a while, the black gradually disappeared.

A huge gray screen appeared in front of Hoffa and Miller, illuminating several rows of empty chairs, just like the curtain of an old movie, there was even a white digital countdown on the curtain.

3, 2, 1

The countdown is over. A half-bald old man with thin hair and golden eyes is standing on the screen and wearing a suit. He politely said, "Welcome. Going to the Hell Cinema, what is now playing for you is "father and son together"."

"WTF? Is that the future you?"

Miller was confused Looking at Hoffa, Hoffa also looked dazed. He touched the soft cushion under his butt and the black hardwood armrests beside him, and found that he and Miller were suddenly sitting in a theater, just short of popcorn and Coke.

Just as he was thinking, a piece of popcorn and Coke really appeared in front of him. The popcorn was blown golden and exuded a tempting fragrance of milk. There was ice sloshing in the coke, and water was condensed and hung on the cup.

"What's the situation?" Miller looked at the popcorn on his lap. We...we were not just...we were just watching the trial of Barty Jr.? "

"This is a dream, there is no logic at all. "

Hoffa said, taking a bite of popcorn, it really tastes the same as in the real world: "If you come, you will be safe, see what I want to do in the future version?" "

As he said, a lake appeared on the front screen. The lake slowly got closer, and then a castle appeared. The scene Hoffa couldn't be more familiar with, it was Hogwarts and the Black Lake.

He couldn’t help sitting upright, what would he want to do in the future, would he want to play Harry Potter’s full series of movies in front of him?

I was thinking, and the camera continued to pull. In, gradually pulled to the shore of the Black Lake, two silhouettes appeared in the camera. The quarrel also sounded.

"You made me ashamed more than ten years ago, but now it's hard for others Forget you, are you going to make another Longbottom incident! ? "The man on the screen cursed loudly.

"The Longbottoms were not my hands! What Bella Strachey did, why did you push it over my head. "The youth shouted loudly and unwillingly.

"What is the difference between what you did and what you did, stupid? "The middle-aged man sternly reprimanded: Don’t think I don’t know what you want to do while hiding in Hogwarts! Say, do you want to resurrect the person whose name can’t be said?"

"I didn’t, I Now I serve a decent wizard!"

"Serve? You sordid thing, where has the dignity of your wizard lost? How can my Crouch family have such shameless offspring as you!"

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"Why do you say me, you are also a dog of Ministry of Magic?"

The people on the screen are Barty Jr. and his father old Barty, they are standing in the Black Lake While arguing, the quarrel gradually tends to escalate.

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old Barty slapped Barty Jr.’s face with a slap, pointed to his nose and cursed:

"You still dare to mention Cornelius.Fudge to me, I could I have done a lot in the position of Ministry of Magic, and I have been messed up by you!"

"Deserve it!" Barty Jr. stepped back and covered his face, crying sharply; "You are also worthy of doing it. Official of Ministry of Magic? You can't even manage your own home, and you still have to manage the society!?"

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With another heavy slap, Barty Jr.'s face was slapped with blood, and old Barty shook angrily roared: "It turned you back, dare to say it again?!"

"You When I was a kid?"

Barty Jr. furiously, picked up a stone from the ground and hit old Barty's head: "Since I was a child, you kept me in the house. One week, one level is one week, every time I come back from Hogwarts, you will tell me that my studies are not as good as others, time and time again, time and time again!!"

" Blame others, you will find excuses in your life."

"You shut up!"

Barty Jr. rushed over furiously, holding down old Barty, hissing Exhausted roaring: "You ruined my life, ruined my confidence! I dare not even look at the girl I like, I want to kill you, I want to kill you!"

"Come on."

Old Barty held up his arms extremely contemptuously. Wand didn’t pull it up, letting Barty Jr. grab him: "Come on, Oedipus, quickly Click here, kill me, you trash, if you dare to kill me, you will live like a man, but do you dare?"

"You...you..."

On the screen, Barty Jr. gasping for breath, holding a stone, his hands shaking.

Off-screen, Hoffa and Miller stared at the boss, staring at the screen without blinking. None of them didn't expect, Barty Jr., who just passed them by, suddenly ran into the screen.

For a long time, the stone did not fall.

"Yes, you are my father..."

Barty Jr. slowly released his hand, took a step back, and put down the stone.

I saw that his eyes were red, and his gnashing teeth said, "I will not kill you, but I need your apology. You'd better hurry up and tell me the apology that owes me several decades, and we will Talk about other things."

"Dreaming, I apologize to you. You deserve it too."

The old Barty on the screen was snorted coldly, turned his head and left.

After walking a few steps, Barty Jr. did not follow, so Old Barty turned around and cursed again: "Why are you still stunned? I don't understand people, go back to me obediently and honestly."

"Apologize."

Barty Jr. lowered his head and squeezed through his teeth.

Old Barty was really angry. This time, he took out the wand from his waist and swiped it down. The wand became a rope.

pa! He walked forward with the rope, the anger on his face made him look very stubborn.

"Through childhood, one day made me feel at ease. Before the family had you, my career was smooth. With you, your mother was sick. My job fell. All my ambitions were taken care of by you. A mouse poop is ruined."

He raised the rope to Barty Jr.’s neck, but was hit in the head by a rock. Momentum is big, power is deep, with After exhausting his whole body's strength, the blood flowed out on the spot.

"You...!?"

old Barty clutched his gurgling head, looking at Barty Jr. in disbelief.

One hit was successful, followed by howling wind and torrential rain-like attacks.

"No apology or apology When it hit the ground, all the blood was splashed on the screen.

Hoffa and Miller opened their mouths, and the popcorn in their hands fell to the ground.

I don't know how long it took. In the end, the old Barty on the screen fell on the rocky floodplain of the Black Lake, his head split into seven petals, almost non-human.

Barty Jr. stood trembling all over, carrying a blood-stained stone with a trance.

The picture gradually faded.

The movie theater plunged into darkness again.

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After a while, Miller's hoarse voice came from his ears.

"hmph, it's really father and son fratricide!"

He fiercely took a bite of popcorn: "If you want me to say, old Barty deserves it, he reminds me It’s when Adebe was young."

Hoffa said nothing. He hasn’t figured out the meaning of this dream yet. First he showed himself Barty Jr.'s trial, and then he showed himself Barty Jr. . Father killing, what does the future self want to express?

I was thinking about it.

The movie screen lights up again.

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It is also Barty Jr., and it is also old Barty.

However, this time, the location has changed, not Black Lake, not even Hogwarts. It's a dark basement. There is a dinning table in the basement. On the dinning table, there are a few simple home-cooked dishes, bread, salad, red wine and the like.

The two Stinchcombe father and son were sitting opposite each other in front of the dinning table. A house elf was diligently helping Old Barty drink wine and spreading napkins for Barty Jr. It was sparkling.

There are two candles hanging on the wall. Although they are underground, they still seem to be warm and harmonious.

House elf brought up a pot of vegetable salad, Barty Jr. brows slightly wrinkle looked at a table of vegetarian food, and complained: "Shiny, give me a steak."

Sparkling immediately turned her head and walked up the stairs.

"Wait a minute."

Old Barty stopped it, and saw him shaking his napkin, and slowly said: "Eat fruit tonight."

"I said I don't like fruit."

Barty Jr. said.

"No one asked what you like to eat, kid, and, by the way, remind you that eating fruit at night can help you keep the right spirit to face work the next day."

"I don't see any work in this basement for me." Barty Jr. sneered sharply.

old Barty glared at him, looking very majestic and dissatisfied. He slowly said: "You invited me to eat, but did not respect my eating habits. Do you know who taught you that?" Take a few breaths. However, he sat down slowly, and said to Shining in a low, muffled voice: "Eat fruit tonight."

"Yes, Young Lord."

Shining whispered, fetching a bowl of salad for Barty Jr.

"Come on, what can I do with me?" Old Barty leaned back in his chair relaxedly, with some arrogance and pride: "Say it first, if you want to leave here, I don't allow it. If If you want to increase the cost of living, I will not agree."

"Never."

Barty Jr. held the fork tightly: "I want you to eat with me, I just want to ask, Aunt Polly’s daughter, my younger sister Oliv, was you sent to the United States as an exchange student in Ifamoni?"

"Yes, who told you that Shining, or Olive herself?"

Barty Jr. said nothing.

"Sparkling."

old Barty shouted with a cold face, the elf in the kitchen immediately put down his work, and Deng Deng Deng ran downstairs.

"Who told him that Oliver was going to Ifamoni, was it you or Oliver?"

"It's... it's me..." said Shining in horror , It rubbed the crumpled apron, and said in a panic: "I see Young Lord everyday all can't receive outside information, so...so just...so..."

"My son doesn’t need outside information, Shining, if there is another time, don’t blame me for giving you a piece of clothing."

The elf was so scared that he knelt down on the spot, Creeping on the ground.

Barty Jr.'s complexion ashen's clenched fist.

"Okay, let's go down."

old Barty waved his hand boredly and drove away the elf who lost one's head out of fear.

"Yes, I do want to send Olive to Efamoni, what's the matter?"

"Are you crazy?"

Barty Jr. said depressively: "The United States is so far away. Olive has been in poor health since childhood. We have no relatives in the United States. Why did you send her to such a far place, she is a child... "

"Do you think everyone is you?"

old Barty suddenly raised the volume, "Oliv will take care of herself."

"She's only twelve years old!"

"Some people were already Animagus when they were twelve!"

The old Barty imposing manner is rising steadily, and it seems to have to Don't push down your son.

"I have never heard of the twelve-year-old Animagus!" Barty Jr. said in shock, "What are you kidding? Sent to the U.S. Is it because she sneaked a look at me in the cellar last month?"

"Enough!"

old Barty slapped the table, shaking the salad plate Bumped: "Don't point fingers at my decision, and don't speculate about my thoughts. For my decision, you just need to approve it, and follow it!" He finished speaking hard and bit off. The Saintess fruit on the fork, threw the fork away, and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"I can have dinner quietly in the dinning hall, but you call this place just to tell me something bad."

After that, he got up Leaving the dim dinning table in the basement, got up and walked out.

"Stop!"

Barty Jr. stopped old Barty coldly behind him.

old Barty turned his head.

"You are afraid that the rest of the family will know of my existence, right? You are afraid that Oliver will leak the news of my existence, so you ignore her body and send her to the United States, right? "

Old Barty was a little surprised, but he twitched his lips, disdain to answer, and continued to walk up.

"Do you only have your seat in your eyes?"

Barty Jr. raised the volume, "Except for the few broken chairs of Ministry of Magic, you still see Is there anything else?"

Boom! !

old Barty raised his hand and waved wand.

The back of the dinning table in front of Barty Jr. was fried into a mess, and it was crushed. Green vegetables and red tomato juice mixed with porcelain shards slowly flowed down from Barty Jr.'s face.

"Yes."

old Barty said indifferently: "To tell you the truth, your younger sister must go to Ivamoni. The reason for going is that I don't want to see her. I secretly ran to the basement to see you, and you, the province, brought the other members of the family to ruin! For this reason, I gave her Obliviate once, so that she can completely forget your existence!"

Listening to father's words, Barty Jr. sat back on the chair with a pale face and no blood on his lips.

"To blame, blame yourself for being so unbearable."

He inserted wand back into his pocket. Glancing contemptuously at Barty Jr., who was lying behind the mess, turned and left.

But just as he stepped onto the basement stairs, he was about to walk towards the exit.

A silver knife pierced in from the back of his neck, and the tip penetrated his neck, bringing out a touch of red.

Come on!

Barty Jr. drew out the knife, pierced his father's neck again without the slightest hesitation, and then pulled it out violently, three times in a row.

Hey, blood splashed.

"Ah!!!"

In the shimmering scream.

The picture faded, and the movie theater plunged into darkness again.

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.....

"This?"

Miller’s popcorn just arrived It didn't fit in, and fell from the corner of his mouth, "This...I thought it was a flashback technique in the legend, how is this... how can this be killed again?"

Hoffa has a solemn expression. , He didn't want to understand, both things seemed extremely real, and it was Barty Jr. who killed father. But the cause and location are also completely different.

Of course, old Barty is impossible to die twice in a row.

No one can, what is the situation?

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Just as I thought about it, two more people appeared on the screen in front of me.

No surprise, it's Barty Jr. and old Barty again.

This time, there is nothing fancy.

As soon as the two appeared on the screen, they fought frantically.

The scene at this time is neither Hogwarts Black Lake nor in front of the dinning table in the basement. This time is in a cemetery, the weather is raining heavily.

They fought together in the mud in front of a tombstone, and the two of them were covered in mud.

"You don't want to go back, you are a shame!"

old Barty pressed Barty Jr. under him, strangling his throat tightly, it looked completely It is a posture of murder.

Barty Jr.'s face rose to purple, he fell to the ground, and touched the ground with his hands: "I won't go back, go back and be locked in the cellar by you and be a mouse!?"

"When a mouse was also found strong by you, you are enough to shame me, do you want me to not even have to do the director?"

on old Barty's forehead The veins violently violently, and the arm is harder.

The sky is thunder and lightning, and thunder and rain are repeated.

Barty Jr. was filled with grief and anger, and his tears were mixed with rain: "Then in that case, why did you fish me out of Azkaban, what are you doing!?"

"Do you think I want to save you, waste, it's not your old mother. Pity you this waste and sacrifice yourself to save you. Now, your mother is pissed off by you. Do you think someone can protect you?"

"My mother was not mad at me, you old beast! You know Ministry of Magic Ministry of Magic all day long, you don't care about her at all!"

"That's better than you following Voldemort , You stupid, rubbish, shit-headed trash! You are pissed at your mother, and you still have the face to come to the cemetery to see her!"

old Barty pressed Barty Jr. on the tombstone and placed him Pressed his head to the tombstone: "You and your group of gang of scoundrels have lost my face! You still have a face to quarrel with me..."

peng~ peng~ !

After two consecutive impacts, Barty Jr. turned around and dragged Father’s thigh, dragged him to the ground, and then rode on him, shouting with all his strength:

"Then why me?"

He pinched old Barty's neck tightly: "Then tell me why it is me!"

"What and why are you? Tell me clearly when you speak, don't say half and leave half, who taught you this broken habit!"

bang!

A flash of lightning flashed under the white light.

Barty Jr.'s expression is like a devil, I saw him yelling distortedly:

"Why am I your son, why should I be your son? Why not Others, why can't I be born in that kind of normal family, why are you never satisfied with me!?"

"Why are you!? I still want to ask why you are my son?"

old Barty roared under the lightning: "With a motivated and decent father like me, most people can't ask for it. I don't know how many excellent youngsters are willing to be a secretary for me. Those people are just like me. A shit is more personal than you, you dare to ask why me?"

old Barty spit on his face, "Don’t let me see you stupid Face, upset stomach!"

"Then don't give birth to me, I forced you to fuck my mother?"

Barty Jr. roared wildly, his arms hard.

"There is no chance of coming back," old Barty also pinched Barty Jr.'s neck: "If I could come back, I would rather shoot you on the wall and in the toilet!"

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"I killed you!"

Barty Jr. yelled frantically, "You go die for me!"

"Let's see who dies first!"

old Barty punched Barty Jr. in the face.

The tearing between father and son has gone into a fever pitch.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt from the sky struck two people. Cut the two father and son who fought each other into coke at the same time.

The screen is dark again.

......

The screen lights up again.

Barty Jr. old Barty appears again.

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The screen is dark again.

Barty Jr. killed old Barty.

......

It lights up again.

The two appear.

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Darkness.

Old Barty died.

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lights up.

appears.

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Darkness.

Death.

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lights up.

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Hoffa and Miller are sitting in this peculiar movie theater position, with popcorn in their hands, looking at the father of the Crouch family blankly And son quarreled time and time again, each time the location was different, and each time the reason was different. Some were due to major events, and some were due to trivial things.

The father and son pair are simply natural rivals, and they disagree on everything. Family, property, behavior style, even eating taste, sexual orientation, etc...

But no matter what the process is, Barty Jr. will eventually kill old Barty or be perish with him. .

Movies on the screen loop like this.

Time and time again,

Time and time again,

Time and time again,

Finally, about the time of the Twelfth time, Hoffa finally couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and loudly shouted in the cinema: "What kind of plane, who is showing the movie? Come out for me!"