Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

On the outermost periphery of Quebec’s Earth stadium, thousands of black clothed costumes have wrapped the audience stage of Quebec’s stadium. Go around slowly. Pour his own blood into the ground below him.

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"What happened, why are so many unfathomable mystery people entering the venue!?"

In the audience , Ludo Bagman's amplified voice echoed in the sky, and the air was full of restlessness and madness.

All the audience stared straightly. Since the trophy was trampled by the strange guy who appeared out of thin air, their attention could no longer be taken away.

Then, when the purple snake swept away Harry Potter, the audience boiled like a frying pan. Some of them exclaimed, some covered their mouths in horror, but others held them up. hat cheered.

"Who is that? How can a baby talk?"

Ludo .Bagman hat tilted to the side and shouted frantically, "Wait...that's... Is that Nicholas Flamel, the greatest Alchemist in history, how could he appear in this place...Who will tell me what happened...!?"

He The microphone was taken slowly by someone, but could not help but take it away. He looked up, and beside him stood a tall man wearing a black wizard gown.

"Let me do it," Grindelwald said, "You are not suitable to explain this game."

He grabbed Ludo Bagman's clothes and pushed him from the booth Go down. Ludo Bagman fell into the crowd and was overwhelmed by the enthusiastic audience. His face was instantly sprinkled with a few glasses of brown licorice root juice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, on this night of focal point of ten thousands, please allow me to introduce to you, the greatest dark magician in history—Tom Marvolo Riddle."

The eyeballs on the maze plant turned all the way, so the audience saw the red-eyed baby with blood covered in blood and an umbilical cord at the belly button held by Pettigrew Peter.

At this moment, he is chatting with Hoffa with an arrogant smile on his face.

"This new friend who just came to Hogwarts."

Grindelwald's louder voice came from the stands: "That is, what you often call Voldemort."

On the viewing platform, the sound is like the OFF button of the volume has been pressed, and it is instantly reduced to zero.

The audience's heads bluntly moved away from the arena, and mechanically turned to the host's seat, looking at the tall man holding the microphone and talking.

Grindelwald: "As everyone knows, this legendary dark magic teacher has been in a slump since he was defeated fourteen years ago, and has been in a slump until today. However, recently, I received a commission. The safest place, help him resurrect. I think, what else is safer than here?"

There was a two-level division among the people at the scene. One group was mostly women and children. They heard that name. Later, holding his head and screaming, no matter what, it was almost crazy.

But more male wizards stood up from the stands and yelled: "Asshole, who are you?"

"What are you doing?"

"Stop kidding!"

"Who gives you the courage, the helmet man!"

Some people are scolding, and some people decisively jump off the platform , Disapparation appears in the center of Quidditch stadium, or draws out wand, shoots spells at Grindelwald.

Countless spells blasted the commentary to pieces, and wood and stones fell like raindrops. When some women covered head and sneaked away like a rat, Grindelwald appeared in the other half of the auditorium. He Continue to shout in a loud voice:

"Let’s make a bet, after tonight, either Voldemort will re-enter Peak, or he will be frustrated and will never be able to rise again.

And you have only two choices, either to prevent him from resurrecting, or to help him resurrect."

"Kill him, and then kill Voldemort."

Someone chops like this, it seems to be Ministry of Magic, Cornelius. Fudge, he is holding wand in the crowd, like Napoleon on horseback holding a sword.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Detain them all in Azkaban."

Ministry When the officials of Magic rushed to the stands.

Just as the decent people rushed down the high platform, another group of fanatical dark magic hobbyists invited by Voldemort got up from their chairs, stopped them, and similarly ruthless pulled out the wand and launched it. Curse.

For a time, the entire stand was caught in a violent and extremely chaotic conflict. The spell rays of light shot everywhere, and food and popcorn were smashed everywhere. Men's shouts, women's cries are endless.

The werewolf's howling sounded from the stands-ao wu!

In the audience, quite a few people have transformed into werewolf. They have rough hair, swollen muscles, sharp teeth and claws. In the chaos, they caught the ordinary wizard fleeing by their side, bit by bit on their necks, tore happily, and drank blood.

The severed limbs flew horizontally, and the screams were endless.

"Ah hahahahahaha~"

Grindelwald laughed heartily, like tasting the sweetest wine, opened his arms intoxicated in the chaotic crowd.

"Look, how beautiful and harmonious, as long as there is a fuse, we are like men and women, perfectly blended together."

Laugh After a while, he showed a dull expression, looked bored and indifferently at the fighting audience, took out the wand, calmly walked down the high platform, and walked into the final maze.

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"Magic head."

Among the jungle, Hoffa gnashing teeth .

He didn't think about it. After only a few days, the Resurrection Stone was taken away by Grindelwald.

Just at the stall where the two were talking, the black fog that had been hidden outside the maze gradually dissipated, allowing them to hear and see the chaos outside the finals.

You can also think of it with your ass. Grindelwald is also using Voldemort's resurrection. Not only that, he even used his own thoughts to create a large-scale chaos.

"Have you learned the resurrection technique?"

He asked Nicholas Flamel.

"You think with Voldemort's cunning, do you think I have not succeeded in stopping you, will he give me the most critical technology?" Nicholas Flamel sighed: "He won't, only you die If I return to him completely, he will hand over the spell to me without any worries."

"Then where is the place where he was resurrected?"

"It is indeed here, It's ready, the past few days Grindelwald has been helping him."

"Can I use a ready-made one?"

Hoffa immediately changed his mind.

Nicholas Flamel opened his lips slightly, and he nodded after thinking about it: "It is theoretically possible. After all, as long as the three elements of blood, flesh and bone are present, it is not difficult to make a shell."

"Then we will kill Voldemort and destroy his soul fragment. Then put his resurrected items back into place and used them."

Hoffa categorically said: "He has not been reborn yet. , The most important thing for him to die is that this chaos and war caused by him will soon end."

"Grindelwald will not sit idly by. He will continue this chaos before he completes the ceremony. ." Nicholas Flamel looked at the high platform worriedly: "Heaven knows how long he has planned for this chaos."

"Then let him come, here I happen to take the Resurrection Stone away."

Hoffa broke off her fingers, expressionless, "and his blood."

"Can you do it?"

Nicholas Flamel is extremely Looking at him worriedly: "You are too confident, how could he let you succeed."

"Will you help me?"

Hoffa asked rhetorically.

For a moment of silence, Nicholas Flamel looked into his eyes and suddenly stepped forward and hugged him. The hug came so suddenly that Hoffa was caught off guard, then Nicholas Flamel sighed, kissed hard on his forehead, and hugged his head with a rough palm. Just like the grandson before going to the battlefield.

Hoffa understood what he meant and who he was. In the end, he didn't speak any more, and pulled up Nicholas Flamel, grow pair of wings, and flapped his wings to fly high in the sky.

It didn't take long for him to see a hidden corner on the periphery of the maze covered by thick steam. He flapped his wings and called for a strong wind to blow away the mist.

In the mist, he saw an amazing scene.

On the grass, a big snake is winding and swimming, firmly guarding the unconscious Harry Potter inside his body.

Beside the big snake, there is a half-decayed black wooden coffin, which is Tom father's coffin, and in front of the coffin. It was a pool of boiling water, and countless mysterious and unusual charms were engraved on the water's side, and those charms were shining with secret and powerful rays of light in the dark.

In this time and space, with the help of Grindelwald, Voldemort did not use the cauldron to resurrect this time. Instead, he dug a pond on the ground, which seemed to be much higher grade.

Wormtail uses wand to draw dots at the bottom of the edge of the pool. Suddenly there was a crackling flame in the pool. The purple snake swam into the darkness and placed the thin baby Voldemort on the grass.

The liquid in the pool boiled on the surface, but sparks continued to burst out of it, like it was burning.

The steam is getting thicker and thicker, and the silhouette of Wormtail who is looking after the flames has become blurred. Voldemort slumped on the grass, urging loudly: "Quick! Quick! Quick!"

Pettigrew Peter stabbed harder, and after a while, sparks flashed across the water, as if it were encrusted with diamonds.

"Hurry up!"

Nicholas Flamel also leaned on Hoffa's back, urging him, his eyes could not be opened when the wind blows: "The resurrection pool will not last long, soon Will die. If Voldemort is completely resurrected, he will not give you a chance."

"I know."

In the sky, Hoffa swooped down, faster and faster , His eyes were sharp as if he was about to chop up the world.

"Stop him!!"

Seeing Hoffa swooping down from a high place, Voldemort shouted in a sharp voice on the grass.

dong!

The half-human, half-bird Hoffa hits an invisible wall head-on. Shocked him, chaos.

With the scattered feathers, he fell to the ground from in midair, and Nicholas Flamel hit him, crushing him to death.

Fortunately, Nicholas Flamel was fine. After he fell to the ground, he quickly pulled Hoffa's arm and pulled him up from the ground.

The wings behind his back disappeared, Hoffa got up from the ground, and saw a man slowly walking out of the maze with his arm, holding a shield, and blocking Hoffa and Nicholas Flamel in front of Voldemort and Wormtail.

It was Miller who had been thrown away by him before. He was already at the destination, waiting for him.

Damn it!

Hoffa jumped angrily. At this time, if Miller could help him, his success rate could rise by at least 40%, but misfortunes never come alone. Miller was controlled by Grindelwald.

Miller raised his hand to remove Formation and waved wand.

One burning rocket shot at the two of them like raindrops, and the air was full of pungent sulfur.

"Tariko-Skitta."

Hoffa propped up the shield, and at the same time one-knee kneels, so that a piece of stone slab rose from the ground, covering his summon Come out on the shield spell and form a Second Layer protection.

whiz whiz whiz!

The rocket hit the stone shield, and one of them exploded. The stone shield hit by the rocket quickly turned into lava, flowing down from the shield curse, and the momentum was amazing.

In the high temperature, Miller's body shape was distorted and blurred by the air. He walked towards Hoffa step by step, and the pressure in the air gradually increased.

"What should I do, Flamel!?"

Under the shield, Hoffa asked: "Can you do anything?"

"He was inspired by Grindelwald Controlled, that guy is best at this. It's useless for you to fight him. You have to defeat Grindelwald."

Nicholas Flamel said anxiously: "If you defeat him, mind control will naturally be lifted."

"Damn!"

Defeating Grindelwald, Hoffa gritted his teeth. This easier said than done. They met during the Quiddich World Cup before. At that time, he didn’t take Grindelwald too much. Good way, now the opponent has one more Miller, and the odds of winning are even lower.

"No, split up, you help me hold him.

Hoffa quickly made up his mind, "I'll solve Voldemort. "

"Are you going to throw my old bones to this guy?" "

Nicholas Flamel complained repeatedly, "I'm old, impossible is his opponent." "

"That's what you said when you trapped me. "

After that, Hoffa did not give him a chance to refute, and stopped confronting Miller. He bypassed him and ran to Voldemort who was hiding behind Miller. Of course, he moved, Miller. Immediately followed him and started moving.

"smelly brat, Nicholas. Flamel sighed, moved his skinny shoulders a bit, "Since it must be like this, then only move it."

He took out a peculiar looking flute from his pocket, held the flute in his mouth and blew it, accompanied by peculiar notes, a thick purple smoke gushing out of the flute.

The notes flowed, and the smoke turned into a steel giant. He turned his ears, listening to the music, showing a look of appreciation.

Then, the note turned and became intense and high-spirited. The steel giant also became agitated with the music. It turned its head and looked around, searching for opponents, and immediately locked on Miller who intercepted Hoffa. , He leaped heavily from the ground, flew up, and pressed Miller under him.

The violent collision caused the ground to shake three times. Miller's whole body was smashed into the mud, and then the steel giant grabbed his arm and held him down.

"Huh!"

Seeing that Miller was suppressed, Hoffa relaxed, and then cursed: "You can't even say you can!"

"It's just a fluke, Stupid boy."

Nicholas Flamel removed the flute from his mouth and said angrily, "Don't say I didn't help you, go and solve Voldemort."

After that, he Not dare to relax, he continued to play the flute.

Miller, who was suppressed by the steel giant, also summon a group of skeletons with knives, trying to kill Nicholas Flamel who was playing the flute, but when Nicholas Flamel's flute notes were turned, the purple smoke split into two, and the other The unit became a group of shield guards, protecting him.

The two played in a frenzy behind them. Hoffa didn’t look back at this time. Although Nicholas Flamel, the Old Guy always looks like a weak and fast-damned old man, he can be like himself. He did it so many times, but he didn't get a bargain on him.

He doesn't believe that this old bastard, who has lived for hundreds of years, has no cards at all.

Voldemort saw Hoffa extremely close, and could not help shouting: "Stop him, stop him, Wormtail, Nanigi!"

But after losing Miller's protection, Voldemort The remaining two guards were not Hoffa's opponents at all. Nanigi was kicked into the air, and Wormtail turned into a mouse and fled away.

In just five seconds, he rushed to Voldemort's side and snatched Voldemort off the ground like a basketball.

Pinching a blood-stained baby Voldemort, he said with a malicious smile: "You can't run away."

"Let me go!"

Voldemort Struggling desperately in the palm of his hand, but he is just a baby, unable to pose any threat to Hoffa at all.

"Say, did you give Grindelwald to Resurrection Stone?"

Hoffa began to ask.

"I would rather destroy it than give it to you!"

Voldemort looked at Hoffa with extremely hateful eyes: "In your life, no one wants to be resurrected, I It depends on you being tortured by endless loneliness until you go crazy!"

"Okay, then you go to death."

Hoffa grabbed the baby Voldemort's small arms. Leg, threatened, he thought if Voldemort would definitely not give the Resurrection Stone to himself, then he decided to tear this disgusting guy in half.

However, at this time, Voldemort's red eyes showed no fear at all. On the contrary, he actually smiled triumphantly.

His laugh makes Hoffa feel bad. Tom is definitely not like himself. He likes to pretend to be a fool to scare others, speaking from a certain perspective. He is more serious than himself. At this time, he laughed. It must have happened. What a bad thing.

"What are you laughing at?"

He asked Tom Riddle sharply.

"he he he he ..."

The little baby in his hand turned his head: "Our dear teacher is here."

Hoffa feels Extremely bad, he immediately turned his head and saw a tall man with white hair quietly walking out of the maze, raising his hand and throwing a sharp, transparent arrow like glass.

The Nali Arrow appeared from the darkness without warning.

Nicholas Flamel, who was playing the flute, was pierced through his chest by the transparent glass arrow.

The melodious flute suddenly turned into noise, and then stopped abruptly.

After losing the note, the metal giant returned to purple smoke.

"Flamel!"

He screamed and abandoned Voldemort without the slightest hesitation, flapped his wings, and rushed towards Nicholas Flamel. , He was really panicked.

He sprinted to Nicholas Flamel's side with all his strength.

After Nicholas Flamel was injured, Miller lost control of his body with a strong flame, he broke free, flicked the wand with one hand, a sharp blue spell appeared on the top of the wand, lightning flashed, Cut off Nicholas Flamel's head.