Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The wind rises between the Scottish mountains, which are always surrounded by clouds and mist. Blowing westward, over the gravel dunes, over the cedar forest, with the biting cold, blowing over the dark chaotic jungle of the Forbidden Forest.

When the wind crossed some invisible boundary, it rushed across the icy black lake, and the icy dew stained it rolled up Hoffa black’s cloak and rolled over his brown wizard’s leggings. Blow cloak up behind him.

Despite the proposal of the Nightmare God, he put it aside again, but he went over the mountains and returned to Hogwarts. He couldn’t ignore Grindelwald’s behavior, nor could he watch that he didn’t do anything in the end. Falling into reincarnation again, he must do something.

However, the memory has deviated at this moment. The fanatical man riding behind the mountain monster beside him, under the triangular flag waving in the distance, is a villain like a stream into the sea.

There is no such a large crowd in the original work, and the Triwizard Tournament is just a small three-school league, far from the world events like the Quebec Earth world Cup.

He didn't know that his behavior caused the butterfly effect, which caused such a huge storm.

At this moment, on the banks of the Black Lake, crowds like ants swarmed into the stands of the Earth stadium from all directions until the water blocked its entrance.

Hogwarts’ ban on Disapparation has been lifted, and groups of wizards with different accents come to Hogwarts from Disapparation all over the world.

Nakui Earth Stand has been enlarged a hundred times by magic, and countless broomsticks are flying in the sky. The ground is full of strangely dressed wizards. Some of them have snakes wrapped around their necks, some have toads on their heads, toads stick their tongues to eat flies, and some wave wands and make crackle crackles.

Some people are dressed up in luxury, while others are dressed up in shabby vicissitudes. Some are alone, some drag their family, some are kind-looking, uncontroversial, some are cruel and brutal, with full of flesh...

The people of Three Doctrines and Nine Philosophies are all here.

Hoffa read the news and knew what Grindelwald was thinking. He wanted to lure all the wizards to Hogwarts and kill them all. In his words, it was to rescue them from their dreams.

He knew that this was a lunatic massacre, but he didn't have any good solutions. Nicholas Flamel injected him with more septic potions than imagined, and now he is not Grindelwald's opponent.

The only thing he can do now is to prevent Harry Potter from touching the trophy. As long as Voldemort is not resurrected, Nicholas Flamel will not have the resurrection technique to revive Chloe, as long as it can delay Chloe. He still has time to think of something about his resurrection.

dong dong dong!

dong dong dong! !

On the grandstand expanded by magic, I don't know who played the drums. Maybe it was a sacrifice of a druid sect, or a shaman of a mountain monster tribe.

In the drumbeat, the crowd became frenzied, and they began to gather and dance, shaking their hair. In the center of the Earth stadium, dense plants began to grow savagely. They entangled with each other and kept going up. In the blink of an eye, a tree wall was formed and a maze was formed.

dong dong dong!

The drums are getting denser and denser, and a faint mist fills the dense maze, and there is an unknown wild beast roaring in the mist.

The air flow rolled up again, blowing through the fanatical crowd, and the coldness in it was swept away. It became fanatical and savage, just like the emotions wrapped in the crowd.

Before the wind reached the tallest stone wall of Hogwarts, the frenzy it carried disappeared. It hovered around a high tower in the center of the castle, and opened at the top of the tower. Barged in between his windows.

The fully armed Grindelwald shivered under the kiss of the airflow. He moved his hands with the long Elder Wand. He tied his head full of white hair behind his head with a narrow leather belt, his face without expression was like a stone sculpture.

"It seems that all the awake people are here."

Grindelwald turned to himself, and the back turned into Dumbledore's appearance.

The last ray of sunlight hits Hogwarts’ headmaster’s office. Fawkes is pulsing restlessly on the branches. At Dumbledore’s desk, close and numerous silver glass bottles are placed close and numerous, which carry like Cloud-like memories, up and down in the bottle.

He walked out of the office, and a loud shout came from the window. It was Ludo Bagman's voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in 5 points, I will invite everyone to the Quiddich stadium to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament."

Ludo .Bagman Holding the microphone happily: "Here, I would like to thank Bobbi magic candy, Fengya wizard menswear, Nimbus and Silver Arrow for their strong support for this event. Of course, we are also honored to have the Ministry of Magic. Minister, Cornelius Fuji, Wizengamot chief wizard Albus.Dumbledore, European magic association......"

He called the name for almost ten minutes, until the audience said impatiently After boos, he put down the list in his hand and raised his hand skillfully: "Now, let us invite four champions in!"

In the twilight of light purple, four The champion came out from the four corners of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last race of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!" Ludo Bagman Sonorus said: "I will report the current score! Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter ——85 points, tied for first place, Hogwarts School!" Applause and cheers stunned the birds in the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky. "Viktor. Krum-80 points, second place, Durmstrang house!" There was another round of applause. "Fleur. Delacour-third place, Beauxbatons house!"

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"Damn, we still Didn’t go in!"

"Not enough space!"

"Let one give way and give another."

"Is there anyone to organize it?"

Ten thousand people blocked the entrance of the ivory door and blasted the pot noisily, but the voice was soon suppressed by the applause of the infield.

Hoffa is also among the crowded people. The population density here is more than that of the New York Stock Exchange in the bull market. The infield games have started, but he even has this crowded crowd. Did not squeeze in.

But he was also prepared. He took a leather bag from his pocket and threw it into the sky. In the leather bag flight room, raindrops of gold Galleon were sprinkled in it. This is not the gold Galleon of transfiguration, nor the fake money that loves Leprechaun. This is the gold coin taken out by the genuine from Gringotts, and it is his cheap "father". Of private wealth.

After knowing that he has gone through 6,000 reincarnations, Hoffa has already seen very openly. Most things in this world are like as if dreams and visions in a bubble, fleeting, if I am destined to return to the past, so what is the significance of the wealth of this era?

Other wizards did not have Hoffa's consciousness. The crowded people suddenly forgot the fact that they couldn't get into the arena and cheering excitedly.

The gold Galleon fell like rain in the sky, the golden light overflowed, and even Ludo Bagman's expressions floated past. He will look suspiciously at the Galleon rain in the sky. If it weren't for being cheated by Leprechaun's fake money during the Quiddich World Cup, he would have lingering fears.

While the sky was cheering and fighting, there were also some people whose eyes were scattered, heaven knows whether they were awake or submerged in unconscious dreams.

But Hoffa can’t control it now. While others bend over to grab the gold Galleon’s gap, he parted the crowd, stepped on their backs, walked on their feet like a tightrope, and rushed in without looking back. In the maze of the Triwizard Tournament finals.

In the stands, Grindelwald held the telescope and saw the middle-aged man in the golden rain, coldly smiled involuntarily: "smelly brat..."

He put it down The telescope, turning his head, said to a standing one-eyed one-legged man next to him: "Time is up, go and present the last performance for our audience."

The one-legged one-eyed man's palms burst into flames, Yin He said cruelly: "As you wish, father."

After that, he floated up like a flaming meteor, fell from the high platform with thick black smoke, and disappeared in the Quiet Earth arena. In the labyrinth.

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The ghost wandering Hoffa ran all the way into the Quiddich stadium of the Triwizard Tournament finals, follow The four champions broke into the final maze.

At this moment, night has fallen, and the tall hedges cast a black shadow on the path. I don’t know if it’s because of the high and dense hedges, or because of the magic. When he enters the maze, the voice of the audience I can't hear you anymore. Tranquility swallowed him in the blink of an eye, as if falling into the deep sea.

Not only that, because of the extremely lush vegetation, the starlight of the sky is obscured, and the eyes are completely dark.

"Fluorescence dancing."

He lifts the head and sings softly.

A silver spot flew out of his palm, illuminating a small piece of maze, which extends in all directions, with bifurcations everywhere. I don't know where to go.

Looking back again, the labyrinth where I came in grows and closes at a speed visible to naked eye, sealing the entrance firmly.

Damn...

Hoffa thought that if Nicholas Flamel didn’t inject himself with a septic potion, he would be able to become a nightingale, fly in from different intersections and find Harry Potter, you will be able to find it soon.

But now I only rely on two legs to walk, and the efficiency is too low.

But complaining is just complaining. He still chose a random path at the moment and plunged in abruptly.

Just entering the lush jungle labyrinth, behind me heard the sound of vegetation quickly growing together, and at the same time, the labyrinth in front of me was quickly branching off. The entire maze is like a living thing, mysterious and creepy.

After running for nearly thirty minutes, Hoffa stopped. He noticed something wrong. Except for the shape of the fork in the road, there was no difference between the maze and when he first came in. .

He didn't find any trace of Harry Potter and Cedric, let alone the existence of the trophy, which made him feel anxious.

Others don’t know, but he clearly understands what the trophy is. It is the portkey to Voldemort’s resurrection. If Voldemort is resurrected, the snowball of fate will overwhelm him and wait. His, it will be another fifty years.

He cannot accept it.

Shashasha...

The vegetation grows wildly and the vines swim.

He became more anxious, and the labyrinth around him became more and more luxuriant, not only became luxuriant, the vegetation grew, the vines and the branches formed an exaggerated smiling face, flashing past him , As if silently mocking.

Aware that her state is not right, Hoffa closed her eyes and began to meditate cross-legged.

The heartbeat gradually slowed down, and the breathing gradually became steady. The fluorescent light spots in the sky gradually extinguished. When he opened his eyes again, his mind was finally free from the state of eagerly preventing Harry from touching the trophy. He was no longer anxious, and the bushes and vines around him finally stopped growing.

Ding Ling Ding Ling.

At this moment, a sweet bell suddenly came from a distance.

Along with the bells, there are regular pedaling sounds.

Step on...

What kind of heavy object is stepping on the ground.

Hoffa couldn't help but stop. A white male Unicorn slowly walked out of the dark maze. It exuded a faint white radiance, like a walking light bulb, very conspicuous.

Hoffa stared wide-eyed, he has seen many Unicorns, but he has never seen such an impressive one.

That Unicorn is more than twice as strong as the ordinary Unicorn. Its silver mane is slightly rippling in the air like a spring. Its four hooves are slender and strong. Every muscle is tight and towering, without a trace of fat, its tail is tied into a neat little braid behind it, with agate and jewels hanging on it.

And on its black and thick single horn, there are two bright red ropes tied with a bell hanging on the rope, the bell dancing with the wind, ding ding dong dong exudes waves of unknown Fragrance. Butterflies and unknown colorful birds surround its huge unicorn, chirp chirp twitter twitter.

The magical male creature walked proudly ahead of Hoffa, looking steadily forward, stepping proudly and arrogantly. He didn't even look at him at all.

Watching its majestic and majestic back disappear into the depths of the maze, it took a while before Hoffa came back to his senses.

"Quiet—"

The appearance of such an animal in the maze made Hoffa unavoidably confused. After seeing the original work, he knew that there was Blast-Ended Skrewt in the final maze. Giant spider, but why is there Unicorn? Could it be that Harry didn't see it from his perspective.

He was puzzled.

After Unicorn disappeared, the maze was dimmed again and quiet.

But at this time, Hoffa heard rapid and trembling gasps in the distance of the maze.

"Ho ho ho ho...ha..."

It was a human voice, or a woman's voice. He followed the gasp and saw a tall girl in a white dress leaning against the corner of the jungle maze, clutching her chest and panting.

Hoffa’s appearance reminds Hoffa of the old Aglaia, but her eyes are green, her eyebrows are much sharper than Aglaia, and her lips are much thinner. Looks a lot skinny.

Hoffa naturally knows that she is Fleur. Delacour, from Beauxbatons' Champion, a beautiful girl who also has Veela bloodline.

"Are you okay..." Hoffa approached her and looked at her about to be constipated. He tried to lift her up. But after touching her body, she realized that her arm was hot and scary.

"It's okay...It's okay..."

She shook her arm abruptly, but didn't care who was pulling her arm.

"I'm okay...I'm okay..."

She barely got up, clutched her chest, clamped her legs and walked forward in a weird posture.

Hoffa couldn't help following her and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory?"

"I...I didn't see Over..."

Fleur. Delacour said absent-mindedly. She supported the dark maze and walked forward step by step, panting quickly, as if she had just ran a few kilometers.

Hoffa saw her in a weird state. He couldn't help lighting up the Fluorescent Charm again. He was shocked as soon as the light was lit. He saw the young girl in front of her with sweaty hair sticking to her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed to the point that her neck was also red, and she held the vines around her tightly without relaxing for a moment.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

He quickly grabbed Fleur.Delacour, "What happened?"

Holded by Hoffa, this The Veela girl stopped, her eyes without focus rested on Hoffa's face. one second. She removed her eyes and leaned on the vines and hedges:

"Excuse me, have you seen a white horse? A very beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...white. .. The white horse..."

Fleur .Delacour flushed and stammered, as if trying to suppress something.

Horse?

Hoffa wondered: "Is it a horse or a Unicorn?"

"Almost...anyway...white, angle...big angle..."

Fleur gestured with his hands and said blushing.

Hoffa thought of the Unicorn he had just seen.

I couldn’t help pointing with his hand: "over there."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt that this was wrong, because a strong sense of sight told him, Doing so will cause some bad consequences, but what will happen, he wants to do not raise.

The memory is gone, only some hazy feelings are still there, that’s The remaining fragments of the six thousand cycles, he covered his head in a very uncomfortable manner. The harder he thinks, the more he thinks does not raise.

"Ok...Okay, thank you..."

Fleur showed an obsessive look, and moved towards the direction pointed by Hoffa. Halfway, she remembered something, turned her head, pointed in the opposite direction of the maze, and said indifferently: "Oh...oh, oh yes, if you want to find Harry Potter, just go to the Northwest... .When I came... met... met them once...hu hu..."

After speaking, she panted, without looking back, moved towards the deep maze Place, staggering away with a weird pace.

It took a long time for the vision to fade from his mind. When he lifted the head again, Fleur was gone. But Hoffa still remembers her words.

"Northwest to..."

He turned around in the hedge, ready to find Harry Potter.

At this time, in the dark night sky, a ball of fire flashed across, followed by a harsh splitting the air sound.

He looked back and saw that a middle-aged man fell from the sky, pressing his neck and pressing him heavily out of the distance of several hundred meters, and they made a deep scratch on the ground, all the way Hit through countless hedges.