Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The day is much longer than Hoffa imagined. Maybe the old Barty was very efficient. After a while, he heard the voice of Disapparation from above, and two people were faintly discernable. chat.

"Is it safe?"

"There seems to be no problem."

"Is the magic power fluctuating detected?"

" I checked it. Although it is very subtle, it covers a wide area, and there are signs of dark magic."

"Very good."

"What do you plan to do, Mr. Crouch."

"Go back first, and look after me secretly."

"Yes."

The voice of talking to old Barty disappears, and old Barty walks from the ground floor of the old mill He came down and untied the ropes on Hoffa and Barty Jr.'s body. Afterwards, he took Hoffa and Barty Jr.'s arms and slapped Disapparation and disappeared.

Crack.

With a light sound.

The three squeezed out of the Disapparation state. As soon as they landed, cold wind poured into Hoffa's throat from the frost-covered hillside.

He returned to the village of Little Hangleton, which was very different from when he left. A bleak sunlight is spreading through the spiral gap to the ground. Under the light of this bizarre and motley, the thick white mist is like a giant suffocating mattress, covering the entire village, suffocating life, making this village struggling and extinction desperately like suffering from aquaphobia.

old Barty backhanded Hoffa into a zongzi, so that he could only move his legs, and then he pushed Hoffa a bit, firmly clasped Barty Jr. with one hand, and wand with one hand, coldly. He said: "You, hand over Voldemort's position."

"Hey! Don't push me."

Hoffa, who was tied into rice dumplings, narrowed his eyes and said.

"Stop talking nonsense."

old Barty pointed at him with wand, and the palm of his hand wearing a Black Ox holster grabbed Barty Jr.'s arm like a hook, the slightest bit Don't relax.

Not only that, Hoffa can also perceive the faintly discernable prying in the distance. On the top of the mountain, in the houses on the mountainside, and even on the frost-covered pine trees, those should be old Barty. Step on here in advance. 'S men.

"Come with me."

He said dillly-dallying, he chose a random direction, and walked over with Stinchcombe father and son.

And shortly after he disappeared, a purple snake slowly crawled out of the place where the three of them had disappeared, spitting out the letter.

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The former site of Riddle House.

In the dark upper floors of the mansion, a wrinkled baby was sitting on a gorgeous chair. He squinted at the open space below through the gap of the curtain.

In the clearing, an old man waved wand, leaving one after another Xuan Orson's stern mark on the ground. Behind him stood a nervous short middle age person. Every time Nicholas Flamel waved the wand, he would take out some potion powder from the big bag beside him and spill it on the ground.

As I watched, a big snake slipped silently to the side of the gorgeous chair, and turned into a thin woman with purple hair. The woman half-kneeled, stuck to the side of the chair, her palms crumpled What was said by the baby's ear.

Tom .Riddle was listening indifferently, but gradually, his expression became serious. After listening, his face was dripping with gloomy, and he said to Nanji: "Go downstairs The two people called up."

The purple thin woman circulated again and turned into a giant snake, rustling on the floor and disappearing, sliding out through the crack in the door.

After a while, deng deng deng's footsteps sounded on the stairs, the door opened, Nicholas Flamel and Pettigrew Peter, who were crouched, stood in front of the door. Pettigrew Peter rubbed his hands flatteringly and asked in a sharp voice: "Master, are you hungry? Would you like some milk."

"Shut up, Wormtail, next time you can change your greeting."

Tom Riddle beckoned to Nicholas Flamel listlessly: "Come here, Flamel."

Nicholas Flamel took a few steps forward, and said very dissatisfied: "Happened. What, call us up, we are running out of time, we must hurry up every minute."

"No hurry." Tom Riddle said slowly: "How much progress has been completed."

"80%, if there is no special situation, I can definitely help you finish the Triwizard Tournament."

"There is no special situation... hum... ..." Voldemort's soft fingers stroked the handrails, and a dangerous red light flashed in his eyes from time to time. He suddenly asked: "Flamel, how much do you know about Hoffa Bach when he was young?"

Nicholas .Flamel startled: "What? What do you ask me to do with this?"

"I said, do you know your partner?"

Voldemort asked nonchalantly.

"I know him, he is a very kind person."

Nicholas Flamel said blankly.

"He is indeed kind and pedantic, but he is still on my side and serving me. To me, I am the greatest dark wizard of this century."

"What do you want to express?"

Nicholas Flamel was a little impatient.

"How much do you know about his past?" Tom repeated the first question.

"Not much. In fact, I hadn't heard of him much before 1937." Nicholas Flamel said dryly.

"Ah, that's a shame."

Voldemort was happy, he played with his palm happily: "I grew up with that guy, and he was I know my liking. At the beginning, I had some conflicts with him because of a trivial matter. I killed him a cat, a cat, he actually came to me with flustered and exasperated theory, and even when I was pushed into the sea, I didn’t repent and crawled from the sea. The first thing I got up was to bury the cat, hahahaha."

Nicholas Flamel slowly took away the impatience on his face, and his expression became serious. I saw that gorgeous chair slowly turned over, making a harsh rubbing sound on the floor.

"Hoffa Bach had a very close friend before I met you. It was the daughter of Drasses. I think you should know, right?"

Nicholas. Flamel's expression changed, but he still said: "It doesn't matter who Hoffa. Bach likes, whether it is a cat or a woman, as long as he can fulfill my wish, even if he likes mice, it has nothing to do with me."

"For his kind of emotional man, forgetting is not easy. I bet you with 10,000 gold Galleons. His idea of ​​resurrecting that person is definitely higher than your idea of ​​resurrecting your granddaughter."

"It has nothing to do with me, I only care about the result."

Nicholas Flamel said coldly.

"What if he stops you?"

Tom Riddle continued to ask.

"Naniji just told me a very interesting message, saying that Hoffa.Bach, who had been away for half a year, is back."

"What? What a joke." Nicholas Flamel was stunned: "What do we do when we come back, we are obviously not ready for anything."

"Maybe he thinks it is not worthwhile to exchange for his own happiness with the resurrection of a dark wizard? Who knows, big Love Xiaoai, moral standards and the like."

"impossible."

Nicholas Flamel categorically denied it, but his expression was a little flustered.

"He not only came back, but also came with a group of Ministry of Magic people. I think you also know that Ministry of Magic person, who is known as the most partial and incorruptible International Affairs Department ever. Long, old Barty.Crouch."

"Huh?"

Nicholas Flamel stared at the back of the chair blankly, without speaking for a while.

Only listen to the cold and ruthless voice from behind the chair: "He has never been a rational-driven guy. He doesn't care about benefits or glory. But instead, he has an unusually strong sensibility. , This caused him to often do some extraordinary things, some ordinary people look stupid, but he thinks things that should be done.

I don’t know what the guy Hoffa is doing, he found out in his conscience It’s okay, I don’t care if I suddenly become nervous. I only know that if you let the Ministry of Magic people know my plan, you won’t have a complete resurrection technique. You can do it yourself.”

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"When do you want to take me to?"

On the frosty hillside, old Barty asked impatiently.

"It's almost there and it's almost there."

Hoffa said perfunctorily. He looked into the distance, where the sun was about to go down, deep blue enveloped the earth, and mist filled the ground. Among the pale mountains, the treetops were trembling slightly by the frosted pine needles.

At this moment, several hours have passed since the three came to Little Hangleton. During these few hours, Hoffa has been carrying old Barty in the mountain stream in circles, trying his best to delay time to night, he knew. As long as night falls, he will be safe.

"If I remember correctly, this mountain, you have come here for the third time." Old Barty pointed to the footprints on the snow: "What are you thinking about."

Hoffa face doesn't change tied into rice dumplings: "I haven't been to this place a few times. Maybe Voldemort has put a confusing spell here so that others can't find him... "

Boom!

old Barty pressed Hoffa heavily on a fir tree, and the frost on the trembling tree fell straight away. He pinched Hoffa with one hand and turned to ask Barty Jr.: "Your master is here. Where is it?"

"Asshole..."

Barty Jr. clenched his fists in suppressed anger.

old Barty put his knees against Barty Jr.'s abdomen, kicked him down, and asked again: "Does your goddamn master live here?"

Barty Jr. lowered his head without saying a word, rammed old Barty’s belly, trying to knock him to the ground, but was still slapped on the head with a palm of old Barty, dizzy and eyes blurred was pulled back again.

"Are there?"

old Barty asked nonchalantly, just like taming a wild horse, he was determined to make Barty Jr. bow his head.

The only answer to him was the grating sound of angry teeth.

Hoffa sighed secretly, even after he had said those things to Barty Jr., he still couldn't be a little softer in front of his father, even if it was pretending a little bit.

He coughed heavily.

cough cough!

"At..."

Barty Jr. struggled to squeeze a word out of his teeth.

Old Barty became more and more dissatisfied. He looked at Hoffa with a strong killing intent in his eyes. But probably to find Voldemort, he endured his displeasure and loosened Hoffa's neck.

"Lead the way."

Time 1 point, one second passed, after the sun fell a little bit on the horizon, the sky darkened, and the air was filled with a faint blood-reeking qi, a touch of excitement Red appeared on Hoffa's face, and the silent blood boiled in his body, the flow rate getting faster and faster.

Old Barty felt something. He tightened the rope holding Hoffa and threatened: "I advise you not to be careful! If you can't find Voldemort within ten minutes, I will execute you immediately ."

"It's almost...almost..."

Hoffa said softly.

After a few more minutes, in the cold light, the last daylight completely sank from the side of the mountain into the shadows, and a green aurora swam from the sky like a snake.

Hoffa's pace is getting bigger and bigger, gradually changing from walking to running wildly. Old Barty finally realizes that something is wrong. He angrily roared: "Grab him!!"

whiz whiz whiz!

A few Aurors rushed out from the shadow of the woods.

Hey, like the horn of battle.

At the first second of the moonlight, Hoffa's body inflated like a balloon. In the terrified look of Old Barty, he broke away from the rope almost in the blink of an eye.

The old Barty who was dragging the rope was dragged to the ground and dragged far away in the snow.

Several Aurors raised wand

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Stupefy!"

"Diffindo!"

Under the moonlight, Hoffa inserted a hand into his chest, and when the curse struck, he pulled out his palm.

In the blood splashed, his body decomposed and turned into countless flying nightingales.

Nightingale slammed into the Auror, and they screamed and hugged their heads, throwing away the wand.

Barty Jr. laughed heartily, through the gap that Hoffa knocked down old Barty's hand, he also broke free from father's bondage, kicked old Barty to the ground with one foot, and grabbed his wand.

"times change, old man!"

Barty Jr. happily pointed to his father with wand, and happily thought of spells: "Drill your heart and wrist!"

The red light flashed past, and old Barty sent out mournful scream, and he rolled frantically in the snow.

"You unfilial son!"

old Barty curled up on the floor, with meticulous gray hair messy scattered on his forehead, and he looked at his mad son in front of him with pain.

"Stop me in Azkaban for thirteen years, and you will pay for it for thirteen years!" Barty Jr. held Wand's hand shaking like Parkinson's, he took a deep breath: " Arvada..."

There is no time to exit the life-threatening curse. A few nightingales swooped forward, snatching his wand away, pushing him against the tree, Nightingale Fly in the air and gather together, turning back to Hoffa again.

"You can't kill your father."

Hoffa pressed Barty Jr. firmly, shaking his shoulders: "You have killed thousands of times!"

"Then do it again!" Barty Jr.'s eyes were as big as brass bells, and he looked at Hoffa enthusiastically: "This loser is not worthy of my father, Mr. Bach!"

pa!!

Hoffa slapped Barty Jr. with a palm on his face and confused.

He got up from the snow in a daze, and he couldn't tell the direction.

"Isn't it stupid, when I say everything is fart?"

Hoffa yelled.

Barty Jr. was shocked and immediately covered his head, completely different from when he was scolded by old Barty.

"Leave Britain, leave London, leave your father's side, go outside, and never look back." Hoffa kicked his ass and kicked him far away: "get lost!"

p>

Barty Jr. got up from the snow and said flusteredly: "Where should I go? I don't know."

Hoffa ka-cha snapped a cedar, Barty Jr. rolled back ten meters again.

huhuhu ...

Hoffa took a deep breath, calmed down her emotions, and said to Barty Jr.: "Crouch, you can do more than you think. Don't go anymore. After watching, let’s go, hurry up."

"Do you dare to let him go."

old Barty got up from the ground, disheveled hair, extremely hideous: "You Let go of him, you let him come over."

"Go away," Hoffa kicked old Barty away and urged Barty Jr.: "Let's go, let's go."

Barty Jr. watched Hoffa need his own father. He had no idea for a while, and he walked backwards towards the distance, very slowly.

"Let's go!!"

Hoffa yelled, scared him to fall on the frosty ice and slid far away.

old Barty struggled to get up from the ground and grabbed Hoffa’s neck, "Do you think I don’t know what he is? Except for being brave in front of me, what can he do, you let him out, He will be eaten by those people and there is no scum left!"

"Then let him go!"

"I promised her mother to protect him!"

" p>

"Damn it, can't you trust him once?"

"If he can become a weapon, the sow can climb the tree." After all, he waved the wand and ran far away. Barty Jr. wand pointed: "Stupefy!"

"You fart!"

Hoffa pressed the old Barty down again, and the curse deviated from Barty Jr. and disappeared In the dark night sky.

Barty Jr. alone, climbed back to the foot of the mountain one step at a time, and kept looking back at Hoffa and old Barty who were torn together, with a hesitant expression.

At this time, a train bound for unknown came from the mountain stream and stopped at Little Hangleton. Some pedestrians carrying large and small bags got out of the train. Hoffa was overjoyed. , He shouted from a distance, "Get on the train and get out of here!"

Barty Jr. saw the train parked in front of him and held the railing of the train.

"Hurry up...hurry up...don't look back..."

Hoffa looked at Barty Jr.'s back with great anticipation, and pressed down on old Barty. He has never been like this moment, hoping that Barty Jr. will leave this place quickly. If he can leave, it means that the cycle is not unbreakable.

"Oh...haha..."

old Barty laughed for some reason, he actually gave out a force out of thin air to push Hoffa away, staggering towards After running a few steps at the foot of Little Hangleton, he shouted: "Stop, smelly brat!"

Hearing the father's shout, Barty Jr. involuntarily released the palm of the iron gate of the train and turned his head. Look.

"Fak!!"

Seeing him turning around, Hoffa was mad, he took three steps forward, one dragged old Barty's arm, and the other hand covered it. His mouth prevents him from making a sound.

In the night, Barty Jr. looked at the hillside from a distance.

He was passing by in the crowd, his face was blank and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Afterwards.

puci!

a light sound.

Without warning.

A saber tip stabbed out of his chest at some point, as light as a dragonfly touches the water lightly.

"no! !"

Old Barty, who was dragged by Hoffa, broke free from Hoffa's palm, his legs softened and he could barely stand steady.

Hoffa's eyes widened suddenly.

I saw Barty Jr. who was as small in the distance as he looked at the sharp knife that suddenly pierced out of his chest. He touched the sharp tip of the knife in a daze, not knowing what to do, and then threw a plop. On the snow again.

The train rumbling away, where Barty Jr. Crouch fell, a small silhouette and a rickety silhouette appeared in the shadows.

The little silhouette took a step forward. Puci pulled out the dagger from Barty Jr.'s chest, wiped it on the dirty trouser legs, and looked at the white haired old man beside him flatly: " Is this all right?"