Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

London.

Leaky Cauldron.

In the shabby dark storefront, there are a few cold and cheerless people sitting. One of the middle-aged man has a bandage wrapped around his shoulder, and his gray hair is messy and disorderly. The other drinkers flipped through the newspapers, talking with each other.

"This year’s Triwizard Tournament is really huge."

"Who said no, I actually invited people other than the magic school to watch the game, and also took out Such a high reward."

"The tentative number of viewers has risen to 100,000, among which is included Goblin, Centaur, and Veela. The number of viewers is twice that of the Quiddich World Cup."

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"Hey! What a great generosity, can Hogwarts sit so many people?"

"I heard that the headmasters of the three magic schools have set up super stands in Black Lake and Forbidden Forest at the same time. It can accommodate more than 300,000 people."

"Will you go, I heard that there will be lottery."

"Go, it is silly not to go, everyone who receives the news Go."

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The conversations of a few middle-aged men next to him penetrated Hoffa's brain like an electric drill, making him sober. He couldn't help but ask Boss for a glass of wine, and drank slowly.

At this moment, three full days have passed since Barty Jr.’s death. Within three days, under the action of the septic potion, Hoffa lost his night’s powerful combat capability and recovery ability. He had to find someone A hidden place to treat your wounds.

Miller disappeared, Barty Jr. died, Dumbledore lost his memory, Nicholas Flamel rebelled. At this moment, there is no other helper by his side, but his opponent has become more powerful over time.

Voldemort, Grindelwald, and the fate of faintly discernable, but everywhere.

Although there is no memory of the past, the faintly discernable sense of sight still appears before his eyes from time to time, reminding him that this is not the first time this has happened.

Crack.

The stone wall leading to Diagon Alley separates on both sides.

A dozen people came out of Diagon Alley in an orderly manner. They carried some wizard daily necessities, one by one, neatly like ants.

In just three days, most of the people that Hoffa saw had become indifferent, numb, ruthless, silent, like walking diamonds, as he once saw in the nightmare world.

An inexplicable dream is like a plague, spreading silently across every inch of the world, turning most of the people he saw into walking corpse-like existences.

As for why they became like this and what they were dreaming about, Hoffa probably knew, but he didn't want to think about it, let alone admit it.

He has never felt lonely and helpless like this moment.

At this time, the hump-backed bar Boss placed a glass of spirits in front of Hoffa. Hoffa, who had never drank, picked up the cup and drank it with a grunt, his throat burned as if by fire.

Under the influence of alcohol, he temporarily forgot the pressure of the huge mountains around him.

"One more cup."

He said.

So the bar boss gave him another glass, he hesitated for a moment, lifted the goblet and drank it. The pungent power rushed into his body, making the world in front of him a little fuzzy. This was the first time he discovered the joy of drinking.

No, maybe not the first time...

Because the fun comes with a strong sense of sight.

It’s by no means the first time he’s been sitting in a bar and drinking. If he’s guessing right, he’d probably been sitting in Leaky Cauldron like this and drank thousands of times. Earth has several laps and can even fill up the entire Lake Berga.

Grumbling.

Goblet is full after drinking, and full after drinking.

His vicissitudes of middle age person at the moment looks like a man crushed by life. The bar Boss is probably used to seeing this kind of person, and he is familiar with it when he pours out alcohol.

After the tenth cup.

The bar boss automatically raised the flask, intending to continue it for him.

Hoffa covered his cup.

"No more?"

Leaky Cauldron's humpback boss asked.

"No more."

Hoffa shook the head.

Leaky Cauldron's bald Boss who wiped the glass stopped his action, lightly said with a smile: "As expected of the person I am fancy, I can restrain it at this time."

Hoffa lifts the head, looking at the Leaky Cauldron Boss with a bald head with a rickety waist. He is much older than he was 50 years ago. He still remembers when he first came to Leaky Cauldron alone, the old man was younger than himself.

"Did you think about it?" The bar boss asked unfathomable mystery.

"What do you think?" Hoffa asked rhetorically.

"Want to accept my invitation." The bar boss shrugged said with a smile.

Hoffa looked at him, his drunken eyes gradually clear.

The hunchbacked man in front of him has deep eyes that can almost suck human souls in. Those eyes are definitely not something a bar boss can have.

"Are you...little monster?"

He was a little surprised.

"Yes." The bar Boss said calmly, "Sure enough, you are not confused by a pair of skins."

"Ho!"

Hoffa Can't help pushing Cup aside, he is completely different from the last time he saw the god of nightmare. Last time she was not enchanting like a mortal, but this time is ugly like beggar.

"These..." Hoffa pointed to the wandering people nearby, like walking corpse. "You did it?"

"It's not me, this is the result of world interference."

The nightmare god took Hoffa's empty goblet and wiped it, "I and You said that this time and space is based on your stopping Silby Spencer.

But you have not returned to the past, no one stopped the past half-man king. The entire normal time and space will become a paradox.

The result of Silby Spencer’s victory will gradually swallow the result of your victory.

The past world will be overwritten. The normal world you see, this is everything you see."

"No one can escape?"

Hoffa couldn't help but think of Dumbledore, for the first time He was clearing his memory when he saw him, and when he saw him again, he could no longer recognize himself.

"A powerful wizard cannot escape fate. Recognize reality, Hoffa Bach." The nightmare god asked in a vicissitudes of life: "Have you thought about it?"

"What if I think about it?" Hoffa asked.

"You will be my spokesperson, and I will give you the power to overcome everything, Riddle, Grindelwald, Spencer. Anyone who dares to stop you will be dragged by you into an eternal nightmare."

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"Let me be the god of nightmares?"

"It is understandable, but it won't be too long."

"What's the price?"

Hoffa asked bitterly.

"You understand."

The nightmare god said quietly.

"Go back fifty years ago and beat Silby."

"Of course."

Boom!

Hoffa reluctantly slapped the table in anger.

"Why must it be me?"

The nightmare god wiped goblet calmly, and looked at Hoffa with deep eyes without saying a word, until he never stopped Willing to look at myself.

Hoffa stood up and went out without paying.

The sun outside the door was icy and dazzling, and the winter wind swept his neck like a knife.

The long-lasting memory rise in the mind, he suddenly wanted to walk away. So his Disapparation disappeared in place.

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When he reappeared, he appeared in Grasmere and Lake Rydal In a nearby cemetery.

Here, the priest is digging a hole, digging out piles of brown soil. There are also a group of black men in long dresses with serious faces. They wear unusually high hats and shiny black boots. They also carry a black wooden box. At this moment, the man in the priest's robe was talking loudly, and the women were crying.

The crying sound made Hoffa feel calm. It seemed that only at this time did he feel the ultimate of all things. He looked at the thorny forest under his feet and began a long trek.

I don't know how many branches and thorns were crushed, he came to a hillside. It was covered with frost, thorns and tall shrubs died on the hillside, and the withered rose branches shattered at the touch of a touch in the harsh winter.

He rubbed his hands, exhaled a breath, and started searching according to his memory. It didn't take long before he found a collapsed rusty metal fence on the hillside, and two tombstones were faintly visible in the fence.

The tombstone was covered with yellow moss. He cleaned the branches and moss in this area, revealing the names of Fatir and Aglaia fuzzy below.

This is the first time in fifty years that he can face the past so frankly.

In a sense, his life has long been perfection. The old man left himself with immense wealth, enough to do whatever he wants in the world. Ironically, Only what he really wants, but he will never really get it.

He was born in this world until now, he has always been alone.

If possible, he really wants to sit on the beach with his beloved, watching the sunset fall from the beach, revealing the sky full of stars, listening to the sound of the waves, there is no more speech. But my heart made it clear that I would never be alone again.

But not.

It must not work.

It just doesn't work.

It just doesn't work.

Absolutely not.

The Spiritual God above his head is perverted and crazy like a child. He would rather watch him die 6,000 times, or even 60,000 times, 600 million times, or 6 trillion times. Get what you want.

He touched the tombstone, then sat down, and began to think about the tombstone of these two people, thinking about the past, thinking about the future, thinking about the meaning of his life, thinking about why life is so difficult.

The more he thinks, the more he feels insignificant, and the more he thinks, the more he feels that what he is doing is meaningless.

But the more so, the more unwilling he is, the more he wants to do something.

"Little monster." He said lightly in a low voice.

tone barely fell, in the shadow of the whirling tree, the priest who was reciting the eulogy a hundred meters away suddenly stopped talking, the crowd fell silent, the women stopped crying, and the men stopped digging. . The crowd spread out to both sides.

The headed priest tidyed up his robes, separated the bushes, stepped on the thorns and came to Hoffa, with a profound mystery smile, and asked again: "Did you think about it?"

"Is this world a dream?" Hoffa asked the nightmare god.

"I can’t answer, but from your perspective, no. At least it’s not Silby Spencer’s creation."

Hoffa turned his head slowly," You know my future, don’t you? You know my reincarnation, don’t you?"

"Sorry, I don’t know."

The priest shook the head: "But I’m from Thousands of years of experience have learned that you have no choice but to take responsibility in the future."

"If I go back, how do you want me to go back?" Hoffa couldn't help asking.

"Dreamland can take you across the world of time illusions and the deep world of causality." The priest's light footsteps circled Hoffa, "Like a dancer, jumping from one point to another. One point, as long as you don’t pollute the principles of this world."

"I don’t understand. Hoffa said.

"In short, as long as you obey your destiny, I can bring You go back in time. "

"Can you come back?" "

"No, I will only help you until the moment you defeat the half-man king. From then on, you will have no meaning to me. "

"Oh, you are honest. Hoffa couldn't help but laughed at himself, and then he asked: "But Grindelwald is stopping me, he wants to destroy this world directly." If he succeeds, the existence of the two worlds will be meaningless, right? "

"Of course, if you don't want this to happen, you can do the same as Silby. "

"The same? "

"Drag Gellert .Grindelwald into the dream and seal it. I have this ability. As long as you promise to go back in time, I can help you defeat Grindelwald and help you get revenge. "

"I'm different from Silby, different from anyone else. "Hoffa without the slightest hesitation denial.

"Speech is pale, I only believe in behavior. "Said the Nightmare God.

Hoffa did not speak. He thought of his future form he saw in the underworld.

The future self agreed to the nightmare God’s deal and became The new nightmare god, and dragged Grindelwald into the nightmare, and then went back to the past, waiting for the future self to visit.

Death saw this ending, so he didn’t care about letting go. His fate was already It constitutes a complete circle, and even people related to their own destiny can’t escape this circle. They and themselves cycle in this cycle again and again, losing their memories again and again, including themselves, the only thing they remember All there is is Aglaia in the underworld.

"Otherwise, do I have no choice? "

Hoffa asked the nightmare god.

"No, at least I can't see it. "

The priest in the robe said very confidently.

"You will accept your destiny, you will definitely. "

In the face of his determination, this time, Hoffa can no longer say that happily—but I refuse.

He feels like a dog in wasteland The grey hare chased by the hound, no matter how fast he ran, no matter how far he ran, the hound can always catch up with him, find him, and eat him.

But he But his heart was always full of unwillingness, and that unwillingness was so strong that he couldn't agree to the guy in front of him and accept the established fate.

So he took a step back and tried to leave the gaze of the nightmare god.

But this seems to be of no avail. The men digging the soil and the crying women in the distance of the cemetery surrounded him.

He retreated and ran into a wearer. The woman of the black silk, the woman said: "We are destined to be connected. That's why you feel kind to me and why I came to you for help. "

So Hoffa immediately changed directions, but this time he ran into a man carrying a shovel.

The man carrying a shovel said: "Resistance is an extremely It's painful, and it doesn't make sense most of the time. If you are obedient sooner or later, you can avoid a lot of detours if you obey early. "

There are countless nightmare avatars. Each of them can speak, but they all have the same deep, universe-like eyes.

The crowd that gathers here makes Hoffa Feeling uneasy and oppressed in his heart, he pushed away the women and priests beside him, randomly found a direction and left in strides. The crowd wandered behind him, at a moderate pace.

He walked along the road more and more Quickly, finally when he entered the city, those who chased him finally disappeared.

At this moment, all the pedestrians on the road turned their heads, looked at him, and said blankly:

"You will accept it, you will! "