Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

How old Barty broke free from his hand, how he rushed down the snow, and how he was knocked down by the old man standing in the shadow, Hoffa no longer wanted to care.

Stinchcombe father and son failed to escape the trap of fate, although the method of death this time is different from any one he saw in the Hell Cinema in Helheim, but it also made him inevitably rise. A strong sense of if the rabbit dies, the fox grieves.

Everything happens by chance, but the result is like fate.

Hoffa thought of what Aglaia had told herself in the underworld, and looked at Nicholas Flamel in the distance, slowly walking down the hillside.

In the white and frozen snow of the mountain stream, Barty Jr. fell in large letters on the snow, and the blood was slowly spreading along the hard snow like a dye, steaming hot. But the hot air was quickly blown away by the cold wind of the mountain stream, and it no longer existed.

Beside him, old Barty knelt next to a cedar tree, with his head against the trunk, his eyes fixed on his son who fell on the snow, a big hole was exploded in his chest by the curse. At this moment, there is less air intake and more air exit.

Looking at Stinchcombe father and son falling on the snow, Hoffa helplessly closed his eyes.

"Why?" He asked Nicholas Flamel.

"What and why."

Nicholas Flamel looked at him coldly: "What did you bring the Ministry of Magic people to do? We said when the time comes to Harry Potter sent it, why didn't you come as planned."

"The plan won't work, Flamel."

Hoffa let out a sigh of water in the cold night Fog: "I can't perform that task anymore."

"Is the plan not working, or do you have another plan?" Nicholas Flamel asked sharply. He raised a necklace of quaint craftsmanship and asked. : "Did you forget what we said at the beginning."

"I didn't forget..."

Hoffa whispered, he walked to Barty Jr.'s side and moved His eyes were closed, and his palms were shaking slightly. He felt as if he had fallen into a pool of swamp. The more he struggled, the faster he would sink: "Chloe will not allow you to do this."

"Nothing with Chloe Relationship, resurrecting her is just my personal plan. I have to do the same with you and without you. Our goal is resurrection, do you understand resurrection?"

"I understand."

"You know what a fart."

Nicholas Flamel winked at Pettigrew Peter who was standing aside rubbing his hands and chuckled: "You, go and bury those two people, bury them away. "

"Received."

Pettigrew Peter, who received the instruction, eagerly ran to Barty Jr.'s corpse, dragged him far away with a whirr, and then again. He ran back and dragged Old Barty's body to the distance on the snow.

Then he turned wand into a shovel and shoveled it on the snow. After a while, two small pits for burying people were dug out on the ground.

Seeing Pettigrew Peter running away to dig a hole, Nicholas Flamel walked to Hoffa's side, quite a bit hate iron for not becoming steel, and said bitterly: "What are you thinking, stupid boy, even You want to resurrect Fatir’s daughter. Without Chloe’s power, you can’t go back fifty years ago."

Hoffa: "Why I must go back fifty years ago."

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Nicholas Flamel: "Only go back fifty years ago, and then resurrect Fatir's daughter fifty years ago, then you can live with her."

"Why ?"

Hoffa came back to his senses, puzzled: "I can’t resurrect her in this time and space?"

"If you resurrect her in this time and space, she is already this The new student of the age is now, if you go back, the time flare will still tear her apart. I think you know this more clearly than anyone else."

Time flare...

Hoffa's face suddenly became deathly white, he took two steps back in a daze, leaning against the train platform.

Looking at his desperate appearance, Nicholas .Flamel shook the head, he stepped forward and patted Hoffa's shoulder and said, "Now, go back and send the damn Harry Potter over, and I will resurrect him. Get it, copy you, and do whatever you want."

For a moment, Hoffa almost wanted to agree to Flamel, but then he thought of terrifying 6,000 times. Circulation, that hopeless destiny immediately said: "No, no."

"No?"

Nicholas. Flamel looked at Hoffa with the look of monster.

"Why are you cramping? What kind of climate can you resurrect a Voldemort? At worst after the resurrection technique, you..."

He secretly made a gesture of touching his neck, "As for the people who brought Ministry of Magic to upset him now, you won't really trust those people of Ministry of Magic."

"Things are not the same as you think!"

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Hoffa is extremely helpless. He knows the truth about infinite loops, but Nicholas Flamel doesn't. But he didn't know how to explain to Nicholas Flamel, he could only say: "No, Flamel, I will never give Harry Potter to Voldemort."

"What about the resurrection technique?"

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Nicholas Flamel smiled, "Without it, we will accomplish nothing."

Hoffa couldn't answer for a moment, one side was a dead end to an infinite loop, and the other side stood up again. A high wall is completely a dead end.

But after a little trade-off, he made a choice. He must not be able to perform that task anymore. There is nothing more terrifying than recycling.

So he took a step back and shook the head.

"Oh, I understand."

Looking at Hoffa's appearance, Nicholas Flamel showed a suddenly realized expression, "You don't want to go back fifty years ago, for fear of my resurrection. Roy will send you back forcibly afterwards?"

"Do you want to go back?" Hoffa couldn't help asking: "Go to the era of wars? To the era of life and death?"

"I wouldn't do that." Nicholas Flamel shook his head, "If you really don't want to send Harry Potter, then forget it."

Speaking, he extended the hand politely, gentle Said: "It's nice to meet you, Bach." Hoffa reached out subconsciously and shook Nicholas Flamel.

Nicholas Flamel held Hoffa's palm, close to his body, and pressed it to his ear: "You know, I have always appreciated your transfiguration."

Suddenly, There was a slight tingling in the waist, and Hoffa murmured inwardly. He slammed Nicholas Flamel away and looked down. There was a syringe firmly inserted in his waist with some transparent medicine remaining in the syringe.

Hoffa turned pale in fright, septic potion!

He pulled out the potion abruptly and looked up, Nicholas Flamel was staring at him with indifferent eyes, the mildness that had just been revealed like an illusion disappeared without a trace.

"What are you thinking about, old man!?"

"This tube is enough for you to use until next week. I hope your transfiguration is enough for Major Perfection." He said coldly.

tone barely fell, a purple giant snake sprang out from the shadow of the forest, and opened a spout of blood to Hoffa. He was eroded by the potion of sepsis and retreated again and again, and the moonlight no longer Blessed him, he was bitten in the neck by a purple giant snake.

Then, the big snake twisted like a spring, and in a blink of an eye Hoffa was wrapped around the body.

Hoffa grabbed the snake's neck, her fingers deformed into claws. He tore at the neck of the snake that entangled him, and cursed: "Damn it, Flamel! You sold me?"

"Sorry, I can't help it."

Nicholas Flamel remain unmoved: "I gave you a chance, but you go back on one's word, so I really can't cooperate with you."

"I...!"

The cold scales of the big snake squirmed, tightening and tightening, gradually squeezing him out of breath. Not only that, it also expands the skeleton, sticks to Hoffa's head, and tries to swallow him into his belly.

Just as Hoffa and the snake were at a stalemate, there was another strong wind behind him. A cold light shimmering shovel slammed its head down and hit his shoulder directly, drawing a deep The bone wound is visible.

Hoffa suffers from pain, unable to care about the passing of magic power, his arms turn into Thunderbird wings, throwing the purple giant snake out with his hand, hitting the tree, and then kicking away from behind sneak attack his own Pettigrew Peter. He clutched his bloody shoulder and backed away, glaring at Nicholas Flamel.

Nicholas Flamel flicked his robe and took out the wand: "Don't worry, I won't kill you—Stupefy."

The red Stunning Spell shot at Hoffa, and he disappeared.

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With a light sound.

His Disapparation reached a hundred meters away.

Nicholas .Flamel also Disapparation disappeared, and Hoffa met Hoffa at the moment of his appearance, split his hand to his wrist, and his skinny palm held Hoffa like an iron hook: "Multiple restraints."

He thought about spells again. These spells were cadence and frustration. They are very old. With spells, Hoffa's whole person is firmly bound by a completely invisible rope, and the whole person twists into a weird posture and stands on the snow.

He stared at Flamel fiercely. This old man was becoming one of the fate ropes that bound him. As long as he was brought back to Voldemort, what was waiting for him was the plot in the original work.

Those things are exactly what he wants to do at first, and they have been proven to be completely unable to save Aglaia, unable to save Chloe, unable to save themselves, and unable to save anyone.

"Let go of me! old man," he said.

"Impossible, you will destroy the established plan."

"Then you and killing me are no different." Hoffa said sadly. He couldn't break free of the invisible rope at all, and he couldn't break the spell and began to miss Miller.

"Sorry." Nicholas Flamel said without much apology: "Wormtail."

Pettigrew ran eagerly from the snow with a shovel, sweating on his bare forehead. Braving the heat: "Please give orders, Mr. Flamel."

"Take him to the Dark Lord." Nicholas Flamel said, "Let the two students go by themselves...by themselves...by themselves. Go..."

"Where to go by yourself?"

Wormtail said in confusion, the little one picked Huo up and carried Huo on his shoulders.

"Go by yourself...Go by yourself..."

Nicholas Flamel's voice is getting lower and lower, and suddenly, his leg softens and he fell to the ground with a plop. He fell asleep on the snow and snored hu hu.

"Huh?"

His sudden fall to the ground shocked Wormtail. The old man with his neck stretched out, unfathomable mystery looking at Old who fell asleep on the ground. man.

The curse that bound Hoffa disappeared after Flamel fell asleep. Saying that the time is too late, Hoffa kicked Wormtail's waist and kicked his head down on the snow. Travel far.

"Damn birdman!!"

Wormtail made a sharp cry with a bleeding nose. He got up from the ground and turned his head to see that the gray-haired middle age person crackled. Entering Disapparation with a sound, he disappeared beside Nicholas Flamel and Pettigrew Peter. Missing.

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"old man? old man?" Pettigrew Peter ignored the disappearing Hoffa, He clutched his nose and ran to the drowsy Nicholas Flamel, shook his shoulders and swayed, "The old man wakes up."

Nicholas Flamel didn't wake up, he still fell asleep.

"What's the matter?"

Pettigrew Peter flicked his shovel in annoyance, and the cedar next to it fell into a crisp snow.

In the distance, a huge purple python rustled over. It squirmed and circled the flamel who fell on the ground, and then it slowly turned into a thin woman. The woman opened her thin lips and expelled a ring of purple smoke on the face of Flamel who fell asleep.

Nicholas Flamel coughed immediately after inhaling the ring of smoke. He coughed so violently that he sat up from the ground.

"Waste!"

Some voice scolded sharply.

The thin woman with purple hair turned around and pointed the back of her head at Nicholas Flamel who was coughing violently. An ugly baby's face was hidden under the woman's high-rolled bun. The baby yelled angrily: "Trash, two trash!"

Pettigrew Peter heard the sound and rushed over. Kneeling under the head, trembling with fear said: "Master...Master, it's none of my business, it's him, he just fell asleep for some reason."

He pointed to Nicholas .Flamel said.

Nicholas Flamel coughed while clutching his neck, his neck and face turned blue.

"Will you kill him directly!? Avada Kedavra wants me to teach?" Voldemort yelled angrily, "Do you want to betray me too, like that guy!?"

"Master..... I dare not, I dare not."

Pettigrew Peter shivered, changed the shovel back to wand, crawling on the ground.

Nicholas Flamel gradually stopped his coughing, and staggered up from the snow, hoarsely said: "Sorry, I am getting older, and I can't control my spirit more and more."

"You are in charge, old man!"

Voldemort asked sharply: "Get me back that damned bastard."

"No." Nicholas Flamel The gnashing teeth said: "Do the same task as his."

"Do it the same?" Voldemort said angrily: "Who wouldn't Harry Potter send it over?"

The three were silent.

Nicholas Flamel pressed his lips tightly and fell into deep thought. Wormtail lay motionless on the ground, only the eyeballs gu lu lu turned straight. The purple woman pressed Voldemort's face and let the cold wind blow over her body bleakly.

They were like a lender who had prepared all the procedures and went to the bank to prepare for the loan, only to find that the bank was closed, and fell into deep thought.

"I'll come."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the jungle.

The three people on the snow turned their heads and saw a tall man rustling on the snow. His cascading white hair fell from his skinny shoulders, and a weird head was on his head. The cage makes people unable to see his specific appearance.

Nicholas .Flamel suck in a breath of cold air, stepped back and leaned against the tree trunk, his body trembling slightly.

Along with the rustle of footsteps, the white-haired man got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the three of them.

"I will give you that boy if you want to resurrect him with his blood." Grindelwald said with a smile.

Things suddenly turned around, but Voldemort was unhappy. He asked as if he was facing an enemy: "Who are you?"

"Who am I, it has nothing to do with you, However. I will give Harry Potter to you."

"What about the conditions?"

Voldemort without the slightest hesitation asked, he stared at the weird man. Ask with si si like a snake.

"Really a savvy person." Grindelwald nodded, smiled and said: "I have two requests."

"You said."

Voldemort His face tightened.

"First, I would like to invite celebrities from all walks of life to watch the Triwizard Tournament. Not only ordinary white witches, but also black witches and magical creatures. I also hope that they will come to watch. I hope you can contact you. The old part of the game, whether giants, werewolf, or Vampire, let them bring their family and friends to watch the Triwizard Tournament."

"Huh! What is it?"

Voldemort let out an unbelievable laugh: "What are you thinking about letting those people pass? I haven't resurrected. Who will control them? You are not afraid that those people will tear down Hogwarts?"

Grindelwald picks Raised an eyebrow: "As long as you resurrect with Harry Potter's blood, you can definitely control them."

"That's not OK," Voldemort flatly refused: "They are not fools, how could they go to Dumbledore's site, this is not bring about one's own destruction."

"I have controlled Dumbledore." Grindelwald said calmly.

"Fart, no one can control Dumbledore." Voldemort sneered, "That old man impossible is controlled by someone...Uh!"

Voldemort let out a trill, Controlling the purple-haired woman back several steps.

I saw Grindelwald turning around, but his back was not his back, but another front. That front was an old man with a white beard. The old man closed his eyes and kept twitching his brows. , Obviously in great pain.

It is Dumbledore.

After turning around, Grindelwald continued to face Voldemort: "No one will take your subordinates, I just hope that in this age of the old and new, stand on the right side, for the Dark Lord’s Rebirth and present a great gift of yourself."

paused, he said in a very charming voice: "You have been dormant for too long, and others have forgotten you. Someone needs to help those ordinary people remember the Dark magic dominates the fear, let me be that person."

Looking at the other monster in front of him, Voldemort was silent. He was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed happily,

"hmph hahahahahahahaha ha ha ha ......Ahhh~"

Laughing for a long time before stopping, he Moved his head, licked his lips, and said with emotion: "It seems that everyone's life is not easy, okay, I will try my best, but I don't know how much I can come."

" As you wish."

Grindelwald even bent down and bowed slightly.

"What about the second condition?" Voldemort asked.

Grindelwald lifts the head and touched his chin: "It's very simple. I want to borrow the Resurrection Stone for a use, which is the ring that your family has passed down for generations."