Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Click! !

The dropped flute was chopped into two pieces.

The curse knife never stopped, and the beheading was within a second.

In a flash, Hoffa volley blocked the fatal blow with his back. Then took Nicholas Flamel into the ghost stroll.

The burnt smell pervades.

Miller gasping for breath in dark circles.

Two broken wings fell heavily from the sky to the ground.

Ten seconds later, Hoffa took Nicholas Flamel and left the ghost for a stroll, leaning against the hedge of the maze, shaking violently from the pain.

"How are you!?" he asked, holding Nicholas Flamel tremblingly.

"cough cough cough...stupid boy...you, your wings are broken."

Nicholas .Flamel panted heavily, his chest rises and falls, every breath takes Let his mouth spits out blood. The arrow of Nali was inserted precisely in his heart, making him almost unable to breathe.

"Don't die, don't die..."

Hoffa fumbled in Nicholas Flamel's arms, trying to find some medicine, his brain was like a paste Generally, it fell into a blank.

His hands were shaking for a long time, and he couldn't find the medicine, so Hoffa grabbed his hair in annoyance.

"Why!"

He was so unwilling that he didn't notice Grindelwald getting closer and closer to him. Aglaia is dead, Fatir is dead, Chloe’s body is dead, Stinchcombe father and son is dead, and now Nicholas Flamel is also going to die. Is he the lone star of the gods? Why everyone who meets him It's hard to escape bad luck.

Nicholas Flamel coughed twice, and sat up like a flashback: "Heart is worn...cough cough cough...I'm afraid there is only 1 point of time. The rest, you can only rely on yourself."

"Don't talk."

Hoffa didn't want to just give up like this. He grabbed the transparent sharp arrow in Flamel's chest and wanted to draw it. But he didn't dare to pull it. He knew that as long as it was pulled, the old man would die.

cough cough cough ... Don't think too much, I'm not far from death anyway, I have enough life, you still have a lot of life, don't give up. "

"Shut up! "Hoffa is very unwilling.

But Nicholas .Flamel extend the hand palm, firmly grasped his arm, and tucked an old necklace in his finger: "Leave me alone, kid, they're already here Now, go, solve the problem! "

Hoffa can no longer ignore Miller and Grindelwald, who are getting closer and closer. He stands up and stops in front of Flamel.

Grindelwald walks slowly from a distance With a scornful smile on his face, he walked, taking out a small black stone from his pocket.

Seeing Grindelwald taking out the stone, Hoffa's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw Grindelwald. Putting the stone to his lips, he whispered, "He is going to die. "

A white light appeared in the black stone, and the white light flashed. A slender silhouette walked out of the Resurrection Stone. She is not as real as the body of a living person, but much more real than the ghost. It was Aglaia. She looked at Hoffa sadly and kept shaking her head, seeming to remind him to run.

Grindelwald couldn’t help saying with a smile: “If someone must come and appreciate this scene, Who else is a better audience than her? "

"Grindelwald! "

Hoffa's canthus is about to split.

"This time, you can't run away. "

Grindelwald's smile disappeared. He threw the Resurrection Stone aside at will: "This time, I want you to cut your wings. "

He finished, in the direction of Voldemort's resurrection pool, Miller got up from the ground, he stood up wand, mutter incantations. That spells are more obscure than any spells that Hoffa had learned in the past. Complicated, along with the spells, the magic power in the air fluctuates violently like a tsunami.

Hoffa didn't dare to let Miller complete the use spell. He used the spirit strength field to control the rolling of the rocks on the ground. Drowning towards Miller, trying to interrupt his use spell.

Grindelwald stepped heavily on the ground with one foot, Hoffa’s spirit strength hit an invulnerable, indestructible and impregnable city wall, unable to stop. Penetrating the ground, the rolling rocks and waves stopped after losing control.

Grindelwald pulled with both hands and a transparent javelin appeared in his hand. He raised his arm and threw the javelin with a transparent sharp knife. Throw to Hoffa.

During flight, the transparent javelin changed from one to two, two to four, four to eight, and eight to sixteen... .Infinitely split, and soon close and numerous, hiding the sky and covering the earth.

Hoffa with one hand and one finger, countless transparent javelins turned into countless butterflies during the flight.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, and the butterflies continued to deform. They turned into pieces of iron darts, flying in, rotating around Hoffa, rubbing several blood holes on his skin.

Hoffa Knowing that Grindelwald is also a deformed expert, he turned around to protect Flamel and squatted down. The darts fired were deformed again. This time they turned into harmless catkins and fell on him.

Grindelwald coldly Smiled, the catkins instantly turned into thick webs, extremely sticky, making him unable to break free.

Fifty seconds.

Miller’s use spell is nearing the end, the night sky A firelight appeared in the middle, and then a firelight turned into several light spots, which turned out to be one meteorite after another.

Hoffa suck in a breath of cold air.

Under such a huge offensive, even the group of black and white wizards who fought wildly in the audience in the chief Earth could not help but confuse. Lifts the head, looking at the falling stars in the sky.

As Grindelwald walked, he split into countless illusions, each illusion raised his arm, and a sharp transparent knife appeared in his hand.

The meteors fall extremely fast, and after a while, they will fall to the ground with unparalleled energy.

Hoffa didn't dare to carry Miller's magic, he took a step back, planning to pick up Flamel and walk into the ghost.

Countless Grindelwald illusions took one step forward, only one step. The invisible field of spirit strength hit Hoffa's mind like a high-speed train.

The huge mental shock from Grindelwald made his mind tremble, and his eyes were blank. For a short three seconds, he completely lost consciousness.

When he recovered from the vertigo, the meteor shower from Miller Summon hit the ground where he was, and he didn't even have time to enter the ghost for a stroll before being swallowed by a huge explosion.

The labyrinth turned into a fire sea, and the Earth stadium was bombarded toppling around, and countless beams were destroyed in the fire sea. The crowd was raining, screaming and falling from the high platform.

The flames filled Hoffa's eyes, and he subconsciously hid in the shadow world.

The gray shadow world is also densely covered with billowing smoke, making it difficult to see everything.

After ten seconds.

Forty seconds.

The moment he walked away from the ghost, countless Grindelwald's phantoms wielded a transparent sharp knife, and Hoffa's left arm was cut off on the spot, and countless more mouths appeared on his body.

He touched his face, and the sharp blade across his cheek made a bone-bearing wound, which blurred the sight of his right eye.

Even if he couldn't see himself, he knew that he was blind in his right eye.

In the fire sea, Aglea's soul knelt down and covered his face. I don't want to look anymore.

"hahahahahaha~"

The blood-covered baby Voldemort was laughing heartily by the resurrection pool, and he said: "You are over, you are finally over, Bach."

Along with Voldemort's cheerful laugh, his purple serpent Nanniji also rushed out of the most unremarkable dark corner.

His...!

Hoffa, covered in blood, covered his eyes with one hand and dragged the dying Nicholas with the other. Flamel stumbled back. Although he recovered extremely fast at night, he couldn't handle this level of damage.

The fighting method just now seemed long and changeable, but it actually took less than twenty seconds. In just twenty seconds, Hoffa's wings were cut off, another arm was broken, and one was blinded. Eye.

If Nicholas Flamel was not attacked by a sneak attack, if Miller was not controlled, maybe he would not be destroyed so easily.

But now, waves of pain washed through his brain like ocean waves, and reason issued warnings to him time and time again, warning him to leave here quickly.

In the distance, the resurrection pool was sprayed with hot liquid, and the baby Voldemort was standing by the pool, ready to be resurrected at any time.

Miller started a new round of use spell.

The magic power of this time fluctuates more violently than last time. In the sky distorted by the high temperature, a meteorite that is a hundred times larger than before is forming.

Grindelwald stepped on the flames, his eyes behind the cage had no emotion, the chaotic spirit strength field spread around him, and some extremely distorted insects crawled out of the soil under his feet.

"Everything is over, Hoffa, the same as me, you will never be my opponent.

But I have to admit, you and the others I have seen People are different. It is because of your presence that lights up my lonely life and makes me less boring. When we wake up next time, maybe we can be a harmonious teacher and student."

"Why do you tell him so much?"

Voldemort lay on the ground, laughing heartily: "It's useless, Bach, you are dead, hahahahahaha. This time, you will definitely lose. , Accept your fate!"

"Farewell."

Countless Grindelwald phantoms said.

They all extend the hand. Everyone’s arm grows into a tentacle. The tentacles are very sharp and there are thousands of them. If Hoffa is pierced, he will be pierced by Myriad Arrows Piercing. Heart, there is no magic cultivator anymore.

"Run! Fool!"

Aglaia's soul yelled at him.

Voldemort's purple serpent Naniji opened his bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl and volleyed at Hoffa's head. The fangs are several feet long, and scarlet red rays of light are shining in the flames.

"Let's go...let's go..."

Nicholas Flamel hoarsely said in his arms: "You can't do anything...you...you ...You have to survive..."

He barely opened his one eye, and in the smoke filled with smoke, Hoffa saw Nicholas Flamel, who was still on his knees, and Aglaia on his knees. I saw the huge meteorite falling from the sky, saw the purple serpent biting at me, saw the chaotic evil teacher...

30 seconds

The one-armed Hoffa Pine Open Nicholas Flamel.

Standing on the flamboyant Earth arena.

With only one eye closed, I don’t even want to use Disapparation anymore.

The combination of Grindelwald and Miller was like a draw from the bottom of the pot, completely shattering his hope of counterattack.

The real things have reached a dead end and only this, there is no helper by his side.

Even if he can escape here, he can't escape this world, this time and space, this is the prison Silby carefully built for him.

He can't escape everything in this prison.

"Really?" Someone asked, "Is that really the case?"

He opened his eyes.

unconscious on the grass Harry. Potter didn't know when he came to him, looking at him very quietly, those jade green eyes were so deep that people couldn't look directly at him, time and space seemed to stop in this brief moment NS.

"Did you think about it?"

His mouth didn't move much, but his voice reached the depths of his consciousness.

Where is Harry Potter? He turned out to be a fellow possessed by the nightmare god.

"It's time."

Harry Potter (God of Nightmare) said softly: "Promise me, you are alone, not their opponent."

Hoffa looked at the boy in front of him, muttered: "Do I have other choices?"

"Nothing." The nightmare god shrugged: "There is no way, things have reached a dead end, even if you escape for a while, you can’t escape for the rest of your life. You have no choice but to promise me."

"he he he..." Hoffa smiled miserably: "In that case, then I am What is the purpose of running around in the year?"

"People are like this. When they are young and energetic, they feel that they can overcome fate, but if you come back, you still have to learn to compromise." Nightmare The god said: "Everyone is like this, you don’t have to blame yourself. It’s still too late to promise."

Nicholas Flamel has fallen into dying, and the flames have licked his skin and hair. His mouth was red with blood dripping, Grindelwald was getting closer and closer, and the meteorite's heat made people unable to breathe.

Hoffa's lips trembled, and he closed his eyes extremely unwillingly: "I want to know, what will happen to you..."