Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"no! !"

Sedri’s Diggory reacted first, he exclaimed, and pulled out wand from his waist, rushing bravely To the huge creature standing in the middle of the maze.

"Stupefy."

A spell burned in Cedric's anger hit Thunderbird, but the spell was like hitting a steel plate with welding wire, and there was no response.

"Reducto!"

He waved wand again.

Hoffa, who transformed into Thunderbird, was a little impatient with the noise, and turned to give Cedric a glance. At a glance, Cedric Diggory, who was waving wand, was struck by a flash of lightning from the sky. The electric convulsed all over his body, his hair exploded, and finally fell to the ground in pitch black, constantly convulsing.

After solving Cedric, Hoffa removed his huge paws, he stepped on the platform where the trophy was placed, and the trophy itself was crushed into a metal pie. will not.

If the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament is a portkey, the moment you touch it, you should be sent to Voldemort's hometown. And he planned to do the same, going to Voldemort's lair to force him to hand over the Resurrection Stone.

However, now the trophy is not only unresponsive, and even a trace of magic power fluctuations has not been emitted, which makes his heart sink slowly. History has gone wrong again.

The trophy is not a portkey.

Sphynx reminded himself that there is shame in the maze, but what is shame, if the two champions are really grabbing the trophy, it seems there is nothing shame.

Harry Potter...

His gaze shifted to the young man he had been plot against. He knew very well that Voldemort's target was this person, and he was definitely not someone who was waiting to die. After he left the team, he would definitely want to get Harry Potter over by other methods.

At this moment, Harry Potter was kneeling in front of Cedric, who was twitching constantly. He wanted to touch him but didn't dare to touch him, his face was full of horror and worry.

Perceiving the extremely oppressive eyes of the huge six-winged bird, he got up from the ground, face to face with the huge Thunderbird. He kept backing away, his face was covered with cold sweat, and he looked completely different. Know what happened.

I looked at each other for less than two seconds.

Suddenly, a purple, huge snake snaked out of the dark labyrinth. It has a row of patterns and scales, cold light gleaming teeth, extremely fast, and its bare head is the size of a motorcycle.

It passed by the fork of the maze where Harry was, and opened its mouth to bite at Harry Potter.

The moment the giant snake opened its mouth, Hoffa secretly cried out. He saw the unconscious Cedric under the snake's belly, and Harry Potter collapsed to the ground.

He flapped his six wings towards the giant snake.

violent wind erupted, in less than two seconds, he appeared in front of the giant snake, extended his claws, Harry Potter was frightened.

The giant snake raised his head and flicked, Harry Potter was hung on the teeth of a giant snake like a hook on a high-speed rail, he was thrown high, avoiding Hoffa's sharp Paws.

Bah!

The scales and blood splashed.

The neck of the giant snake was marked with three deep claw marks by Thunderbird's steel claws.

Afterwards, it lowered its head, carried the boy, and rushed into the maze like lightning. The whole process takes no more than one second, and everything is completed in a very high movement speed.

Thunderbird landed, Hoffa transformed back into a human form. He held Cedric, who was nearly run over by a giant snake, and his hands full of snake scales and blood. He couldn't help cursing and damn it.

He knew that Tom. Riddle would not give up, he actually took the trophy as a guise, but his own real body came to Hogwarts himself, is it going to be resurrected in Hogwarts?

Hoffa couldn't understand. The guy was obviously weak to that extent. He didn't believe that his weak body could withstand Disapparation or any other kind of long journey from England to Scotland.

Damn, what is he going to do?

He glanced at Cedric Diggory who was in his arms. Although he was struck by a bolt of thunder and lightning himself, there was no mortal danger. He was awake at this moment, and he was looking at him with unusually horrified eyes.

Hoffa put him on the ground and whispered: "Close your eyes."

Cedric Rick looked at the strange gray-haired man in front of him and the pair With peculiar golden eyes, thinking that he had just rescued himself from the belly of the snake, Yiyan closed his eyes.

Several stone hands crossed the ground and wrapped Cedric Diggory in, like a closed lotus flower. Then the lotus slowly sank into the ground, leaving only a ventilation hole.

"Good luck, Cedric."

Hoffa muttered, looking at Shilian at her feet.

After experiencing Stinchcombe's father and son, he already knows the iron law that fate is almost unshakable. If a person is bound to die, then no matter how hard he tries, he will be in vain. Cedri in Shilian It's the same here, maybe he can't change his destiny, but he has done all he can do.

Settling down Cedric Diggory, he ran wildly in the maze following the blood stains left by the giant snake. Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left and right circles.

Whether it is a giant spider with eight legs, a Blast-Ended Skrewt with a length of eight feet, or a dementor floating in midair, as long as you don’t know the creatures that are in front of him, they will be photographed by him. It was a mess.

After turning nearly a hundred bends in a row, under his wild pursuit at no cost, he soon caught up with the giant snake that took Harry Potter away and saw its tail Keep moving in front of the maze.

Shua!

The swimming giant snake seemed to have hit an obstacle and stopped suddenly. Then, it had to swim upwards before surpassing the obstacles.

The obstacle also blocked Hoffa's footsteps, ran closer and stopped. It turned out to be a huge Unicorn lying on the ground, the one I saw before.

But at this moment, the Unicorn is no longer as good as it used to be. It fell to the ground, skinny and skinny. It took less than half an hour. It didn’t know what terrifying things it had experienced, and fell on the ground. The ground is like a dying old horse.

There is also a woman standing in front of Unicorn, Fleur.

She looks pale as paper, wearing a white one-piece dress, but there is an unusually dazzling red on the lower abdomen of the white dress.

The dazzling red once again awakened the sense of sight in Hoffa's subconscious, and stopped his breathing.

He came to Fleur step by step, looked at her pale paper face, and asked with a trembling, "What happened?"

"Nothing happened." She replied, her voice low and unsearchable.

"Nothing happened?"

Hoffa asked how she didn't look like nothing happened.

"Nothing happened."

She repeated this sentence hollowly, and she put her hand in front of the blood-soaked abdomen, and walked forward slowly. The white dress slashed across the ground, leaving a bright red blood mark on the grass, slowly disappearing into Hoffa's vision.

With incomparable confusion, Hoffa walked forward along the bloodstain left by Fleur and came to another clearing in the maze.

The clearing was square, and the big snake stopped in the middle of the clearing. At this moment, Harry was disheveled and unconscious. The big snake rolled around him, facing the man who came out of the maze, si si threw threateningly. To the letter-sī sī sī sī!

Hoffa did not pay attention to Harry Potter. His attention was drawn to the peculiar landscape on the clearing. There was a fake Unicorn made of plants, more than three meters high, and under the fake Unicorn. , Stood a wretched-looking short fat man, and a little baby covered in blood in his arms.

The little baby was staring at Hoffa with scary red eyes, and hehe sneered.

Think of the blood on Fleur's belly and the white skirt, and the male Unicorn who fainted on the ground.

Hoffa's legs softened and he almost fell to the ground, making his mind dizzy. In order for the weak Voldemort to come here, these guys can even use this kind of dark magic.

"Tom..."

Hoffa's fist bursts with blue veins.

"Oh, Bach...he he he he..." The blood-covered baby smiled in Wormtail's arms and said, "Did you see the woman? You didn't see the picture just now. It's a pity, it's very exciting."

Hoffa bit her teeth and clicked, "Why are you... so skilled?"

"Everything is always there. The price."

Baby Voldemort said, "Someone has to pay, but that person must not be me."

The disgust on Hoffa's face was greater than at any moment in the past: "I... .Really...underestimate you."

"Normal, I also overestimate you...come here, Nanji."

On his arm, the purple snake on the side wrapped the unconscious Harry Potter, and slowly swam to Voldemort's side. He touched the snake's head with his thin arms and stared at Hoffa, sarcastically: "Is it fun to grab the trophy with two brats? "

"Give him... to me." Hoffa pointed to the unconscious Harry Potter.

"Love is overflowing again?" Voldemort said coldly, "Then you can dig a small grave for him after I hang him."

Hoffa's face was green. He walked.

"I knew you couldn't believe it, Bach."

Voldemort, covered in blood, was not afraid at all. He sneered in a dark voice: "Even if there are so many premises, then With so many agreements and so many terms, you still betrayed me."

"Yes, but I don't regret it at all."

Hoffa strode towards Voldemort: "If you can, I really want to find your dirty soul fragments and destroy them all one by one."

"Is it time? Bach..."

Baby Voldemort also hates it. Looking at Hoffa, he said in a pleasant voice: "You know, I heard a very interesting news recently.

I heard someone say that you are dead, and you’re standing here. , But you were fifty years ago, and you will soon return fifty years ago, tell me, is that right?"

"Yes."

Hoffa Standing ten meters away from Wormtail, he stopped. He tore off his shirt and his body began to rise.

"It's a pity, hahahaha."

Voldemort laughed happily: "Then I will forgive what you did to me, after all, you have paid the price. "

bang!!

The ground was stepped out of a deep pit, Hoffa flew towards Voldemort and raised his fist: "Even so, it will be enough for me to kill you now."

Wormtail holds her small Baby, and his legs tremble with fright. The little baby yelled: "Stop him, Flamel!!"

With his voice, dozens of iron pipes fell from the sky in succession, blocking Hoffa's path and surrounding him. Then, a man's The voice came from behind Hoffa.

"Naniji, take them where they should go."

Hoffa turned his head a little bit and saw the white haired old man standing behind him, his Anger is like a world-destroying flood that bursts a bank, leaning down from Mount Olympus, it is about to wash away the sinful world.

"Flamel, what are you doing stupid." Hoffa was furious. "Didn't Fatir's death make you sober?"

"That should make you sober."

Nicholas .Flamel indifferently said, he calmly looked at Hoffa: "At least I am not doing something impossible to accomplish."

"Impossible to accomplish..."

Hoffa repeats Flamel's words.

"Voldemort is right, you really can't learn to weigh the pros and cons." Nicholas Flamel sighed: "Your scorching emotion has made you, and it will ruin you."

"Destroy me..."

Hoffa repeated Flamel's words, her expression getting more angry.

"hmph hmph hmph..."

Amidst Voldemort's cunning laugh, the snake snaked around and slowly disappeared into the maze with Harry Potter.

Its action is like sounding the horn of battle.

The hurricane roared, breaking the trunk like dead branches. In the natural scream and howl, he rushed straight to the sky.

Hoffa smashed the iron pipe that was blocking him with a slap. Nicholas Flamel took out the wand, took the glass ball from his arms, and blocked Hoffa's road.

In the next instant, centering on his body, the whole body exploded a cloud of dazzling white light all around, causing Hoffa to lose sight.

Then Nicholas Flamel took out the wand, more than twenty spells and magic potion smashed at the opponent.

Hoffa disappeared, and when he reappeared, he snatched Nicholas Flamel's glass ball, threw it into the sky, and shattered it with a flash of lightning.

But Flamel grabbed his arm, the knuckles turned white, and his hand was coated with some kind of medicine, which corroded Hoffa's wrist to the bones.

"You will change sooner or later, what does it matter sooner or later?" Nicholas Flamel roared.

"Shut up, you don't care about anything, old man."

Hoffa kicked him away: "You were pretended to be like you before, you hypocrite. , Tell me what you want?"

"Dare you say that to me?" Flamel hit Hoffa's face with a backhand punch, bleeding his nose: "Dare you say I don't care."

His saliva splattered: "Do you think I wanted to kill that girl? Do you think I don’t care about my age and do such a dirty thing? Do you know who told me? Must by fair means or foul send you back?"

"Well, who is it, is it Dumbledore or Voldemort, or the wizard of all Europe?" Hoffa's face was distorted with anger and contempt.

"It's you, yourself!!!" Nicholas Flamel pushed Hoffa angrily: "In the future, you will come to me personally, arrange me to find you, and let me help you after his death Accept fate and let me send you back by fair means or foul. All of this is his instruction."

The wind stopped silent, Hoffa's face turned from blue to white, who can understand better than himself Himself, the most holy and unkind, if it is the old man, the self fifty years later, he can't argue that all this is fake.

Nicholas Flamel calmed down for a while, he let go of Hoffa's hand, walked up and down on the grass, and said: "I care more than anyone, I care about Chloe, I care about the girl , But there are no eggs under the covering nest. If I don’t want to send you back, no one will survive."

Hoffa's heart is emotionally turbulent, but he can’t say anything, he just I can look up to sky and heave a deep sigh: "Stop talking, Flamel."

Nicholas .Flamel shook his head: "Whether you listen or not, facts are facts after all, the arrow of time is woven The cause and effect of is like a net. The life is countless threads, and you are a node in the net of destiny. Any action of you will change the fate of others."

Hoffa Close I closed my eyes and stopped talking.

"Bach, you don't belong to this era at all, you must go back in time! Otherwise the entire world will collapse, and we will all fall into eternal sleep. By then, there is no point in resurrecting anyone."

"Of course I understand!!"

Hoffa opened his eyes suddenly. He grabbed Flamel's neck and endured great anger until he bit his lips with blood: "I Grindelwald will be sealed, and I will go back fifty years ago and amend the fate of the world, but the only thing I think about is not to let history repeat. I only have this wish, is it difficult to satisfy it!!!"

"History repeats...?"

Nicholas Flamel looked at him in confusion.

"I want to resurrect Fatir's daughter! I have to do this."

Hoffa growled: "I'm fed up with reincarnation again and again, I must change this !"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Nicholas .Flamel opened Hoffa's hand and opened his arms under the lightning: "You A stupid boy who can't do it, a person who has been dead for fifty years without a soul, even if you create a body, it can only be an empty shell. Does that make sense?"

" No,"

Hoffa stared at Nicholas Flamel, and said with a very strong attitude: "Voldemort has a Resurrection Stone. I can grab his Resurrection Stone and take her soul from Helheim. Summon comes out."

Nicholas Flamel stopped talking. He stared at Hoffa blankly, looking older than ever.

Hoffa takes a step forward and presses Nicholas Flamel's shoulder.

"Help me, Flamel, as long as I fulfill this wish, I will do what you wish. Go back fifty years ago. Can you help me?"

Nicholas Flamel shook his head dumbly.

"What does it mean to shake your head? Can no one condition be met?"

"It's not that I don't satisfy you, Hoffa. It's you who are late, Resurrection Stone... The Resurrection Stone has been taken by Grindelwald."

Nicholas .Flamel looked at Hoffa sadly; "As long as he controls the most critical step of the resurrection, he controls you. No matter what he says, you have to Do it. He knows you too well."