Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Accompanied by Hoffa's getting up.

Finally, the screen playing in the cinema is timeout.

After that, a dark silhouette stood up from the chair in the front row of the cinema. When was there a person sitting there, Hoffa asked himself, he didn't know at all, that guy didn't make a sound at all.

But when the man turned around, Hoffa was shocked and took a step back.

Through the lights of the cinema screen, he could see the appearance of the man, his half-bald head, crumpled skin, and golden eyes. He was more than sixty years old, and he saw his head before. Old Hoffa who fired a shot, at the moment he was standing quietly in front of him.

When Miller saw that guy, he was more surprised than seeing Barty Jr. kill father more than a dozen times. When his thigh moved, Coke splashed all over the floor.

"It's you!" Hoffa was horrified: "Are you not dead?"

The old man shook the head, "You confessed to the wrong person."

" But you..." Hoffa pointed at him dumbfounded, puzzled.

"Ah,"

old man slightly smiled, shook his head: "Don't get me wrong, this is Death's trick of playing with life. I'm not the person you imagined, I'm just Death A replica of Hoffa, like the previous two guys, are fakes, nothing, only you are the real Hoffa. Bach."

Miller who sits next to Hoffa looks like relaxed.

Hoffa did not dare to relax, he tensed his nerves and looked at the old man in front of him, and said vigilantly: "You look much more sober than those two."

"Yes. , Spiritual God sometimes can’t control his creation, especially to my level."

The old man looked at his palm and said indifferently with appreciation: "He gave me too much With so much power, I have a certain degree of freedom."

Speaking, the dark movie theater opens like a cardboard box to all around, the bright sun falls from the dome, and the street rises from the ground. The multi-colored umbrellas opened and the bright beach appeared at Hoffa's feet. A breeze blew past. He found himself and Miller wearing Hawaiian tropical shirts standing on the beach full of coconut trees and bikini beauties.

By the beach, the old man took two cups of smoothies and handed them to Hoffa and Barty Jr., there were lemons and a small umbrella on the smoothies.

Hoffa blankly accepted the gift from the old man, completely unaware of what medicine he sold in the bottle gourd.

The old man wearing sunglasses, sitting lazily near the mobile ice cream stand, watching the waves in the distance, asked casually: "You just watched the movie for so long, so tell Me, Hoffa, why Barty Jr. will kill his father."

Hoffa doesn't know why the old man asked him this question, but he still thought about it for a long time and said:

"It's complicated, old Barty seems to be a workaholic, and he despises his son very much. And Barty Jr. can't get father to face himself by proper means. So... tragedies will happen again and again."

"Is it that simple?"

"Is there any other reason?"

Hoffa is puzzled.

"Fate." Miller said to the side.

Hoffa: "What?"

"Child will always subconsciously imitate the character of the person closest to him, whether he likes it or not."

Miller took a sip of smoothie. "Their father and son are so alike, they are exactly the same. The only difference is that Barty Jr. had bad luck and followed Voldemort. If Voldemort hadn't collapsed, he would have become the same as his father. People."

"That's not right." Hoffa frowned: "I think Barty Jr. almost all hobby is the opposite of his father."

"I've heard it, only right A man’s body understands the extreme doctors who are qualified to perform sex reassignment surgery on men.

He must understand father and understand the extreme before he can make the opposite choice, but he does not know that the opposite of extreme is still extreme. . The cause of their fate tragedy may be due to this extreme character."

With that, Miller still sighed: "Poor fellow."

"He said Right?" Hoffa asked the old man puzzledly.

The old man just shook the head: "I don’t know, I’m just curious to ask. You all make sense, but it’s a pity that something is missing."

Hoffa : "Then can I ask a question curiously?"

"Ask."

"What kind of game is this? Did you win, or did I win?"

Hoffa asked the question he most urgently wants to know. This is his last opponent. Holding Avada’s statement, as long as he wins, he can take Aglaia and leave Hull. Heim.

The old man shook the head with a wry smile: "If you believe that Death is playing a game with you, you are impossible to win, just like a gambler can never win the banker."

Hoffa shivered, cold from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.

The old man closed his eyes, took a sip of juice intoxicated, and muttered quietly: "Can you do me a favor? Hoffa. Bach."

"Wh... ...What?"

"Come here." The old man beckoned to him.

Hoffa turned his head.

Just listen to the old man sticking his head to his ear and whispering,

"I can help you leave Helheim, but under the power of Death, I can only The time I can buy for you is only 3 minutes. Within these 3 minutes, all the unfavorable factors for you have been transformed into the dreamland by me, but within 3 minutes, you must rush to the exit of Helheim’s Way of Thorns and leave Here."

Hoffa chuckled and wanted to move his head away.

The God of Nightmare grabbed his arm and said in an insignificant voice: "Help, don’t go the old way of that man."

After that, the one in front of you The old man with gray hair and golden eyes collapsed in an instant, turning into pieces of broken glass, and the surrounding tropical beach scenes were all shattered.

......

......

When he opened his eyes again, Hoffa returned to Death Secret Realm and stood In the crypt of Aglaia.

The time does not seem to be long, it may have several points of clock, or it may be less than a few seconds.

Aglaia is still picking and choosing in front of the stone cabinet, which is still expressionless.

Barty Jr. got up from Hoffa with a bewildered look, rubbed his eyes, looked at him with a dumbfounded look: "What happened, Bach. First, I... I seem to I slept over."

3 minutes!

Hoffa thought of what the old man in his dream said to him, his heart thumped, and adrenaline secreted frantically. He immediately rushed to Aglaia, speaking extremely fast: "Is the flying big-eared rabbit still there? Let me use it. I'm going to take you to the Way of Thorns."

When he said this, he trembled with excitement.

But Aglaia looked at him, that until now, the unmarked blue eyes showed some other emotion for the first time, which was the sympathy and sadness of watching a rainy cub. .

"Go!"

Hoffa tried to grab her hand, but passed through her body.

"Where do you want to take me?" She indifferently asked, "Is it resurrecting me again? Don't think about it. Without a container to carry my soul, I can't live without the underworld."

"Damn! Don't you know how to refine your body?"

Hoffa pointed to the cauldron. "How many people have you made a body for, why not make one for yourself?"

Time 1 point, one second passed, and 3 minutes passed quickly for ten seconds, but Aglaia said at a moderate pace:

"My refined body can only last for one day It will decay in one day, and I will be back here when the time is up. It's meaningless, Hoffa. Just go where you want to go, leave me alone, I'm already dead."

"That's not your destiny!" Hoffa said excitedly: "That is Grindelwald's conspiracy!!"

"Colleagues are also your past, accept it."

Hoffa: "No."

"No?"

Agalea's tone is rare and also brings a hint of excitement: "Do you remember the West Serverus who pushed the stone? Vultures pecking at the heart of Prometheus, remember Peverier who kept jumping!?

these all are heroes in humans, like you, want to be right with Death, think about it What happened to them, don't you understand?"

Time flies quickly in the conversation, Hoffa is distraught, and at this point, this girl is unwilling to leave at all. He stamped his foot anxiously.

"I'm sorry, I can give up everything else, but I can't do this.

They lost the game, I didn't lose, three None of my opponents destroyed me, and I will not be hung on the path of thorns."

"Did not lose?"

Aglaia until now, her indifferent expression finally loosened, she Kneeled down without warning, and said in a desperate vibrato: "Every time you think you didn't lose, but did you win again? Hoffa, don't you understand? You, like them, are repeating an infinite loop. Fate!"

"What?" Hoffa opened her mouth in astonishment.

"Death deprived me of the ability to lose my memory, and prevented me from walking through the underworld Helheim and entering the cycle of reincarnation. The purpose is here to watch you die again and again.

This is the punishment that I once saved you and the punishment that you saved Hogwarts. We all did things that shouldn’t have happened. We all did things that shouldn’t be done.

Think carefully When I think about it, don't you have the illusion that all this has happened? Do you have no life and everything is performed according to the script?"

Hoffa's face became paler.

Aglaia closed her eyes in despair, and leaned on the wall: "Your cycle, Bisi Serverus is terrifying, Bi Prometheus is terrifying, Bi Peverier is terrifying.

In your eyes, everything is fresh for you, everything is the first time, but in my eyes, you have entered Helheim more than 6,000 times, and have spoken in front of me more than 5,000 cold what a joke, knelt down on one knee more than 500 times, participated in more than 6,000 Death games, killed Davis more than 400 times, was helped more than 3,000 times by the so-called self, and left here 6,000 Many times."

Hoffa as if was struck by lightning usually stands in place. At this moment, the sense of sight that has continued to this day is strong to the extreme, as if countless fragments of Aglaia’s images are on him. Combine in the mind to form an almost physical illusion. Some of them are laughing, some are crying, some are full of expectation, some are desperate, some are indifferent...

Listening to Aglaia’s words, Miller, who is lodged in Hoffa’s right arm, opens up. The old man with his mouth and tongue hanging like a Hanged Ghost. Barty Jr. on the side was completely dumbfounded: "6,000 times...6,000 times what..."

Aglaia looked at Hoffa and wept tremblingly: "You Do you know how happy I was when I saw you for the first time? I can't forget it for 300,000 years. I saw you hopefully, accompany you to defeat one enemy after another, and sent you out of the underworld with anticipation. But I am waiting for you, but you are one after another."

"Time after time, time after time, time after time, the underworld has no time, I use the human body to time the time, the birth of a body to corruption It takes a day. Do you know how many bodies I have refined here? Do you know?"

Hoffa retreated involuntarily until it fell to the ground. There were countless fragments of Aglaia crying in This brief moment was combined layer upon layer, tearing his soul apart.

"I’m tired, I’m tired, I’ve had enough, but no matter what I say, it’s okay to say it, it’s okay to say it, it’s okay to scold you, ignore you, quarrel, beg Forget it, you will definitely take part in the Death game, and you must want to take me out of here! Your kindness is my heart, but you can't do it.

You think you leave Helheim Can you escape fate? You can't change anything, and no one can be resurrected. The self you see in the arena is the future you."

At last, she pointed to the sky, desperate and weak, sobbing: "Death puts the future in front of you, but you can't change it anyway. This is the most terrifying thing, Hoffa, behind you is an endless loop of destiny. Yes. What is more terrifying than death is a meaningless cycle, a cycle where nothing can be changed."

The strong sense of sight almost shattered Hoffa's vision, and the melancholy but empty pain made him uncomfortable. Going down, he clung to his palm tightly, unable to speak.

Six thousand times...

One time for fifty years...

Even if the Time Flow Speed ​​of the underworld is faster, that is... how much Wannian?

If no matter how hard he tries, his destiny has been arranged, then what is the point of what he is doing now?

Aglaia slowly floated to Hoffa's side, stroked his face with a transparent hand imaginarily, and pleaded in a low voice: "Man can't beat God, give up, Hoffa, I Please, don’t go, stay here, I really can’t stand it anymore, I can’t hold on anymore, it’s too uncomfortable, even if it’s for my sake, please, don’t go out, that’s it Die."

Time 1 point and one second passed. It took a while before Hoffa's broken consciousness slowly merged together. He hoarsely asked: "Stay in...underworld, we...can What to do?"

"Stay in the underworld and do nothing. When I can make a perfect body, we will live in Helheim just like in the real world. , OK?"

Aglaia said softly in despair.

Hoffa looked at her like this, and almost collapsed in discomfort. He used all his strength to calm himself down, "Before... the previous six thousand times, you...you told me How many times have you been."

Aglaia covered his face in despair: "I have spoken to you more than 500 times in this conversation, but not once, you are willing to listen to me , Not once..."

Barty Jr. on the side was already stupid. The girl’s narration alone was shocking, and Miller stopped struggling, they were stupid. He stared at Hoffa, waiting for his decision.

"No, I won't stay here..."

Hoffa clutched his chest: there is no breath, no sunshine, no hope, nothing, everything It's all nothingness. I want to rescue you from here, I must..."

"You have said it thousands of times, Hoffa! You can't remember, you don't know! You can't save me at all, you can't save anyone, you can't even save yourself! ! "

Aglaia grabbed her hair and backed away desperately. "I can't watch you die, and I can't care about you. It's useless if I say it, and it's useless if I don't say it. Everything is There is a coincidence, but the result is as fateful as inevitable. I am too difficult, I am too difficult, I am too difficult! "

"You calm down! Hoffa hugged her quickly, but his arm passed through her again.

"Go, go, I know your character. "

Aglaia looked at his face and turned his head in despair, "I know you, you won't bow to anything." "

She patted her hand, the tall stone puppet took out a box, opened it in front of him, and poured a flying long-eared rabbit in front of him:

"Let's go , Ha ha ha, let’s go, at worst, do it again, do it again..."

She wobbled weakly and smiled, bypassing the crucible in the room, and disappeared close and numerous cabinets: "Let's go... let's go... what should be said, I have already said it..."

"Aglaia! "

Hoffa watched her back disappear into the room bleakly, and called out her name. There were ten thousand thoughts in her heart that wanted to catch up, but she thought that she had only 3 minutes left. He forcibly stopped.

A certain kind of strong desire erupted from the bottom of Hoffa's heart, that was the desire to resurrect her, that was his promise to Fatir, and more than 6,000 The inertia of the circulation.

He lifts the head, took a deep breath, and then spit it out again, forcibly suppressing the extremely depressed and desperate sense of sight.

" I am waiting. "

He stopped looking at the place where Aglea had disappeared, and suddenly turned his head and walked to Barty Jr.'s side.

Barty Jr. couldn't stand up anymore, he didn't know. What happened specifically, just to feel some fragments of information, he was already out of breath from the complete despair, and he pointed at himself incoherently, "I...I...you... .You...she...what...what is six thousand times? Six thousand times...Me too? "

"Shut up. "

Hoffa's expression is as cold as a sculpture.

He can't help but pull up Barty Jr., ride on the long-eared rabbit, and say to the long-eared rabbit: "The way to the thorns . "

The long-eared rabbit opened its ears and flew out from the gap torn by the Son of Night God.

Outside, all the existence of Death Secret Realm was short-lived by the God of Nightmare I’m under control.

Hoffa rides a long-eared rabbit, flies over Avada, who is sitting on a balloon smiling and sleeping, flies over countless sleepwalking ghosts in the sky, and flies over the way of thorns. Fly past the West Serverus who pushed the stone, flew past Prometheus who was pecked at the heart, flew past the jumping Peverier, and passed through the opened Formation.

Along the way, He didn't say a word.