Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The rays of light of the spell behind him kept flickering, shouting and roaring endlessly. Before he ran far, he saw two people chasing behind him. They were Grindelwald's men. Out of the dense fog, all directions spread out and followed.

Thanks to his familiarity with the castle, Hoffa separated the crowd, and with the help of the magic staircase, quickly came to the back of the statue of flattery Gregory on the fourth floor, turned the statue, and got into the secret passage.

This secret passage Hoffa just knows, but has not gone through it before. The secret passage was completely dark, and he had to hold on to the damp wall to be able to move forward with difficulty. The secret passage became narrower and narrower, and there was the sound of the wall turning behind him from time to time. Without looking back, I knew that Grindelwald's men had caught up.

"Lumos."

Behind him came the singing of spells, and the dark secret road was illuminated. He drilled harder in the secret passage, but because it was daylight, his traveling speed was really not fast.

I don't know how long I ran, the fluorescence behind me got brighter, the sound of footsteps got closer, and the tunnel finally started to move upward.

dong!

He slammed open the floor leading to the outer layer of the tunnel, and got out of an abandoned wood house full of dust and haystacks. The dazzling sunlight shining in the sky made his cheeks hurt.

This is probably a mill on the outskirts of Scotland. On the snowy and frosty ground, stands a broken and towering windmill, a place he has never set foot before.

Bang dong!

After that, two black clothed persons wearing birdcage heads also rushed out of the abandoned wood house and threw Hoffa directly to the ground, the frosty dead grass When the creak creak sound was suppressed, the three immediately fought into a ball, and the two black clothed persons cut Hoffa's hands behind them, dragged him, and dragged him back into the tunnel.

Hoffa kicked the black clothed person's face, but was stopped by the strong iron cage without causing any harm. He couldn't help scolding himself carelessly, choosing to go to Dumbledore during the day.

oh la la!

The small wooden door of the abandoned warehouse was smashed into pieces. He was dragged into the tunnel entrance and was about to be dragged in again.

"Avada Kedavra."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Suddenly, the green light flashed, and two consecutive spells shot out from the windmill, hitting the drag Pulling Hoffa's black clothed person, they fell to the ground with a plop.

Hoffa, whose hands were cut back, got up from the ground, dizzy and lifts the head. Under the huge broken windmill, a meticulous old man with combed hair looked at the man lying on the ground in disgust. I lifted the wand.

This person Hoffa has seen him before. Before the Quiddich World Cup, he specially disguised himself with Nicholas Flamel and visited this guy once. It is old Barty. Crouch.

"Avada..."

old Barty thought of spells, apparently going to kill Hoffa and the two black clothed persons just now.

"Stop it."

Hoffa raised his arm and quickly said: "I have no malice, not even wand."

"Who are you!? "

old Barty held wand and asked: "Who sent you to follow?"

"I have something very important to tell you, Mr. Crouch, give me 1 point. Time."

Hoffa got up from the ground and saw old Barty Crouch. His mind was filled with immediately. If he wants to break the fate of the infinite loop, it means that he absolutely cannot work according to the original work. Way to work.

It should be said that old Barty is also one of the officials of the Ministry of Magic, and it does not appear to be controlled. If he can get his help, it means that he can get the help of the Ministry of Magic. If he can get the help of the Ministry of Magic, maybe he can do something to change his fate.

"Thirty seconds!" Old Barty pointed wand to his chin: "Otherwise, he would die."

"Someone wants to spread terror in the Triwizard Tournament finals, like The same thing happened during the Quiddich World Cup. At least a few thousand wizards were missing at that time. This time is no exception. It will only be more terrifying. If the Ministry of Magic does not take action anymore, it may be when the time comes the entire wizard world. Will no longer exist."

paused, Hoffa said again: "I don’t know if you remember Gellert. Grindelwald, he is still alive, and is inside Hogwarts, the two people you killed just now It is his subordinates. Now the Ministry of Magic must isolate the entire Hogwarts, otherwise there will be a big horror."

After that, he stared at Crouch closely, trying to get out of his tight lips See what clues.

For a while, Crouch asked slowly: "You mean, the dark wizard, who has been missing for fifty years, will Gellert Grindelwald cause a terrorist incident in the final of the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you talk to Dumbledore?"

"He is controlled."

"He is controlled by someone?"

"Yes." Hoffa nodded.

"Do you think I'm a fool! Someone will believe that?"

old Barty Crouch suddenly drank, he dragged Hoffa by the collar and dragged him Entered into the broken windmill.

He put his face in front of Hoffa's nose and looked at his eyes carefully, and then he suddenly realized the look:

"These eyes, and your looks, I remember Yes, you are exactly the same as the guy who came to see me in the Quiddich world cup, just older."

"Who?"

Hoffa hasn't reacted yet.

old Barty grabbed his collar, complexion ashen, and asked sternly, "Horva Bashir! The flying carpet merchant recommended the flying carpet to me. As a result, my son disappeared that night. , Say, what is the relationship between you and the old man and the kid that day!?"

Hoffa only then thought about how he and Nicholas Flamel pretended to cheat old Barty before the Quiddich World Cup game. I don't know how to explain it.

"Okay, it really matters."

dong!

The door slammed shut, and old Barty threw Hoffa into the cellar under the windmill Here, Hoffa saw Barty Jr. tied into a zongzi and thrown on the ground, with a piece of torn clothes stuffed in his mouth, struggling desperately, but couldn't make a sound.

"Damn, old Barty, you let me go!"

Hoffa struggled, but he was too weak during the day.

old Barty tied Hoffa up, then walked to his son and rudely tore off his mouth scarf: "Say, what is your relationship with him? Are you all doing things for Voldemort? ."

"I don't have one!"

Barty Jr. discerned with his head.

"smelly brat!"

old Barty slapped Barty Jr.'s head with a backhand, "You still lie, don't you admire you know who the most?"

"I didn't do anything for the Dark Lord!"

"Lying," another slap fell on his face.

"Then what are you doing in Hogwarts, pretending to be Alastor. Moody, assassinating Dumbledore, or assassinating Harry Potter? Don't tell me your vacation here!"

"You. .."

"Give me it?" Old Barty grabbed Barty Jr.'s hair, "Forcibly made him look up at himself," said, where is your master hiding now? "

"Damn, he is your son, can you speak a little gentler!" ! "Hoffa on the side can't stand it anymore and scolds.

"What does it have to do with you?" "

old Barty turned his head abruptly, looking cold and cruel: "My family's affairs, I have the final say. "

"Damn it, aren't you afraid that he will kill you!" ? Rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry! "

"He dare? He didn't dare to lend him ten courage. "Old Barty's disdainful patted Barty Jr.'s face completely ignored the murderous intent hidden in Barty Jr.'s eyes: "Do you dare?" "

Hoffa is going crazy. Old Barty has no idea what will happen. He still wishfully believes that Barty Jr. will not resist. If this continues, these two people will undoubtedly die, not only Barty Jr. will die. , Old Barty will die too. If you can’t even change the fate of Stinchcombe’s father and son, let alone change the fate of Aglaia and yourself.

"I can tell you where Voldemort is. ! "

In desperation, Hoffa's mind turned quickly:

"He is very weak now, as long as you can find him and catch him, believe me, this credit is enough for you. Defeated Cornelius Fudge in this election and became the new Ministry of Magic. "

There was silence for a few seconds.

Old Barty no longer forced Barty Jr., he slowly released his palm and came to Hoffa with his mouth slightly open.

"You...? "

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, Mr. Crouch, forgive me to speak bluntly. I don't think that Minister Fudge will do better than you. That position belongs to you. If you let us go, I will lead you to the weak Voldemort and help you become the Ministry of Magic. "

old Barty's expression is gloomy and uncertain: "Do you really think that I am looking for Voldemort just to become Minister of Magic?" "

"This..." Hoffa's mind moved quickly. He saw Barty Jr. tied up on the side, and suddenly thought of something, "Believe me, Voldemort and your son are not so deeply bound. As long as you get rid of Voldemort, he will definitely return to you and become a good son. "

Being tied up, Barty Jr. flushed with shame and anger. He stared fiercely, almost biting his lips to bleed.

But Old Barty seemed very satisfied. His expression finally eased, and he said, "How do I know that you haven't deceived me? How can I know that where you took me, there are no layers of ambushes. "

"You can ask your subordinates to inquire about Little Hangleton. If there is an ambush, you don’t have to go. If there is no ambush, you just missed a day. You can kill after you come back. I. "

Hoffa said very sincerely.

old Barty looked at him suspiciously and thought for a long time. He didn't pick out any problems from Hoffa's words. In the end he was coldly snorted and took He tied Hoffa and Barty Jr. to a pole together with a rope, and then strode out of the windmill, looking for someone to investigate Little Hangleton.

Temporarily out of danger, Hoffa relaxed, old Barty After leaving, he and Barty Jr. are the only two left in the cellar of the old windmill. They are both tied to the same pole. Unable to move even a little bit.

"I will definitely kill Up him. "Barty Jr. trembled in a low voice.

"Don't think too much. "Hoffa warned him.

"Why don't you resist?" With your ability, killing my father should be with no difficulty. "Barty Jr. asked in a low voice.

"The time is not up. "Hoffa looked at the sunlight from the top of the old windmill and said bitterly: "And even if the time is up, I won't kill your father." "

"Why? "

"I will not kill anymore. "

"Really. "

Barty Jr.'s voice is not turbulent.

"You can't kill him, he is your father. "Hoffa repeated.

"Don't preach to me," Barty Jr. suppressed his anger.

"I didn’t preach to you, you killed him, Ministry of Magic guy They will kill you too, they will shut you back to Azkaban and let the dementor suck your soul away. "

"So what, it won't be worse than the current situation. "

Barty Jr. mumbled said.

"You have been to Helheim, you should know what it is like, if you really want to die, why let I will take you out. "

Barty Jr. is silent.

"They will kill you, they will not care about you, and they will forget you because you are meaningless to them. There is no sympathy, no mourning, no fear. "

"I am a pointless person, Mr. Bach. Barty Jr. laughed self-deprecatingly: "What I will not do, I have no goals, and no vision. Only when I help others can I find a little value of existence." "

"Shut up! "

Hoffa suddenly became angry. This anger did not know where it came from. He seemed to see the shadow of his past in Barty Jr., the shadow is so deep-rooted that he still can’t completely Abandon it, but he hates this vine-like mediocrity.

"Can't you find something for yourself? If you don't follow Voldemort, would old Barty not wait to see you so much? "

"What should I do? I don't know what I want. "

Barty Jr.'s voice is not angry: "Maybe old Barty is right, I am nothing without him." "

"Yes. "

Hoffa suppressed his anger, and said sharply: "There is a messy room. You sleep in it. You think it's dirty. What would you do?" "

Barty Jr.: "I will call Shining to help me pack. "

Hoffa: "Where is Shining?" "

Barty Jr.: "I..."

Hoffa: "Will you pack it yourself?" "

Barty Jr. barely nodded: "Yes. "

Hoffa: "If you pack a room and find that it's messy, what will you do?" "

"I will...I will..."

Barty Jr. bit his lip, and said with difficulty: "I will pack myself , Maybe..."

"If Pack finishes the house and you find that your city is messy and there is no Pack, what will you do? "

Barty Jr. suddenly burst into tears, "Mr. Bach.....no one has ever told me about this..."

Hoffa died out a little , He has some sympathy for Barty Jr., although this guy is the worst person he has ever seen, but if it weren’t for the powerful old Barty, maybe he wouldn’t be so muddleheaded.

The guy behind choked up.

At the time, he listened silently, and the choking gradually stopped, Hoffa said softly: "Don't conflict with your father again, just be soft. At night, I will get you out of here, promise me, go far, leave Britain, leave Europe, leave all the people you know, don’t look back. "

"Then what do you do? Don't you need my help? "

Barty Jr. twitched nose.

"As long as you can break out of this damn cycle, it will be the greatest help to me. "Hoffa said to herself.