Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"Do you want to know what the future holds?"

The nightmare god pointed his finger on Hoffa's forehead, "This is the result of my deduction, no answer Promise, it's all like this."

Water waves rippling along his forehead.

Everything in front of me has disappeared.

Grindelwald, Voldemort, Wormtail, Nicholas Flamel, the maze, the resurrection pool, the world of flames, and Harry Potter in front of me.

Hoffa has entered a wonderful state, such as a lucid dream.

He became a third party, and his soul wandered away from his body.

But his body was not dead. When his eyes were closed and opened, another existence entered his body, and the familiar and unfamiliar body moved on its own.

Consciousness regained its flow.

"Everything is over, Hoffa, don’t become like me, you will never be my opponent."

Grindelwald sighed, looking at his student in front of him, His expression was joyful and sad.

"I have to admit that you are not the same as the other people I have met. It is because of your presence that lightened my lonely life and made me not look so boring. Wait for us Next time you wake up, maybe you can be a harmonious teacher and student."

"Why do you talk to him so much?"

Voldemort lay on the ground and smiled happily: "No Yes, Bach, you are dead, hahahahahaha. This time, you will lose without a doubt, and 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 from him.

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

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

But when Hoffa lifts the head, the whole person has changed.

He is like a dance, walking lightly, avoiding attacks from all directions, countless tentacles of Grindelwald phantoms pass by his side, unable to touch his body anymore 1 point one cent.

Summon’s meteorite was turned into countless flowers and burst onto the maze arena just one second before it hit him.

Naniji, who bit him, turned into a toy balloon the moment he bit him. It fell to the ground and bounced a few times, which was very funny.

Hoffa in the soul state looked at all this in astonishment. All of this was impossible for him to do. At least he couldn’t walk around the garden like the god of nightmare, neither too fast nor too slow, very elegant, Even full of rhythm and rhythm.

From a certain angle, it seems that he is the real master of that body.

Then, with one eye and one hand, he lightly swayed in front of Grindelwald and pointed slightly.

The shocked Grindelwald swelled.

His body stretched and twisted like a balloon, and finally turned into a transparent giant dragon with a length of several hundred meters. The giant dragon is bubbling with bubbles and has no specific shape.

One-armed Hoffa pressed the head of the Void Dragon, with a calm expression, without the slightest anger, he whispered: "That's it."

Aglaia is desperate. He laughed, and couldn't be sad by himself.

"It's you again... you were you fifty years ago, and you will still be you fifty years later." The Void Dragon said in the hands of the Nightmare God: "But it's too late, you are not Death's Opponents, my people have opened the door to Helheim. Soon, the cold wind of Death Secret Realm will blow through every corner of the earth, and no one will survive."

"You If you can't kill everyone, they will reproduce." The nightmare god said without joy or sorrow.

"Then it depends on whose speed is faster."

The Void Dragon sneered, "Is it the speed of world annihilation, or the speed of fate restoration."

Then, there was a loud noise.

Something has collapsed.

Endless white light rushed from the sky. It was the opened door of the underworld. The cold wind blew the ground. Tens of thousands of people on the audience stage were blown by the cold wind. The fleshy body was like a piece of paper. Pieces are crushed.

Hoffa looked at all of this and felt a sense of separation in her heart.

Six thousand times of reincarnation made all this very familiar, and even with the help of the nightmare god, he himself deduced the future results.

It turns out that all this has happened long ago.

Looking at the cold wind engulfing the earth, the "Hoffa" holding down the Void Dragon also swelled and stretched and twisted infinitely.

In the end, the nightmare god restored his most primordial appearance. It was huge, with countless arms, and its lower body was flying like a jellyfish with hooked tentacles. Its head was wrapped in a cloud of black smoke. There are no noses and mouths, and every hair on the head is a tentacles as long as several hundred meters. Only the eyes, which are as huge as a lake, project endless reincarnation and emptiness.

It began to dance.

Such a huge body is still extremely light, rotating and pulsating. Every time you spin, someone falls asleep, and every time you take a step, Grindelwald's expression becomes more painful 1 point.

Finally, he covered his head and roared wildly.

The dance continued, the nightmare god waved his endless arms, growing countless or terrifying or kind faces, it rotated, jumped, faster and faster, and its body became smaller and smaller.

While Grindelwald roared wildly, more people got up quietly. They raised the wand spontaneously to repair the damaged site, the collapsed platform was erected again, and the flames were extinguished by the rain. , The corpse on the ground was silently picked up.

As time goes by, the size of the nightmare god is getting smaller and smaller. It gradually turns into a black circle similar to a black hole. The arms around the circle circle after circle, those arms Fiddled lightly, manipulating consciousness and memory, 10,000 times more brilliant than the most brilliant puppet curse.

Hoffa who can watch all of this knows that it is bringing itself back to the beginning of all cause and effect.

The destroyed Earth stadium was restored to its original shape, and the crowd carried the corpses and threw them into the Black Lake. Then all directions spread out.

I saw the god of nightmare grabbing the dragon of nothingness, and endless attraction spread from the black hole, sucking the twisted monster into the black hole completely.

Black holes are getting smaller and smaller.

The rotation is getting faster and faster.

After the monster was torn and stripped, it revealed the creatures that were later swallowed by him. There were not only Dumbledore but also countless Hogwarts teachers.

They fell to the ground, the last picture they saw, only the god of nightmare disappeared in time and space.

Dumbledore got up and rushed to the black hole, seeming to be calling someone's name.

The ready-to-go Miller was like an out of control puppet, falling to the ground. He woke up from Imperius Curse, looked at the black hole in midair in horror, and let out a cry of pain. Crawling and crying ran to him.

Are they calling themselves?

Hoffa didn't know. He could not hear any sound or feel any emotions. He had lost control of his body. At this moment, he was just a bystander.

Then the black hole disappeared.

The God of Nightmare took him and completely disappeared in this time and space, and all traces of his existence were gone. There is no Nicholas Flamel, no Grindelwald, or even the nightmare god himself.

Those who were covered by dreams all awakened. Those people lost the memory of what they saw, just like all this was a nightmare, and soon disappeared from their minds.

Voldemort and Wormtail escaped. On the way, they killed Diggory Diggory who was trapped in the stone lotus. Nothing has really changed.

Darkness swallowed Hoffa's vision and his mind.

Another era has begun.

Another cycle has begun.

Only Spiritual God will live forever, and the rules will never die.

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"Are you satisfied?"

In the darkness, a light spot appeared.

That is the little monster's eyes, which revolve around Hoffa. It's like the moon revolving around Earth.

"This is your future."

The very subtle voice of the nightmare god whispered in his ear.

Like when the night is dead, the gentle wife whispers in her husband’s ear: "Look... there is nothing wrong with it... right..."

"Yes...against destiny...really tired..."

Hoffa said, he couldn't hear his own voice.

I have come here six thousand times, what else is unacceptable? He thought to himself that he should have accepted the proposal of the Nightmare God long ago.

"Go back with me and give me your consciousness. Give me your heart and everything to me. Come back with me fifty years ago."

A slender, white arm grew from the eyes of the nightmare god, extending toward Hoffa's face like a lotus.

Hoffa really wanted to agree to the request of the nightmare god, but a slight voice in his heart lingered.

(Coward)

That's probably the sound left after 6,000 cycles, Hoffa thought, he has done everything I can do, but his fate remains Can't change, so what can be done.

He looked at the arm that stayed in front of him, his heart swaying.

"Is there such a moment that makes you tired of everything." The nightmare god whispered in his ear.

"At that moment...?"

"Yes, at that moment... The vulgar and noisy crowd, pretending to be elegant art, careful survival, no one Telling the loneliness, wandering aimlessly..."

He didn't answer the nightmare god, let the black wrap him, and gradually fell into the abyss of subconsciousness.

"Leave everything to me..."

The nightmare god stretched his palm to the subconscious sea: "You will be with the heroes of since ancient times Stay together and never be alone anymore."

(Coward)

When the fingertips were about to touch, the voice from the bottom of his heart gradually became clear. He bends his fingers slightly, Dodged the fingers of the nightmare god.

(Coward)

The insignificant voice pierced his heart like a needle. He didn’t know where the voice came from. He seemed to be talking. It looked like Miller was talking, and it looked like Barty Jr. was talking.

"I am not."

He defended himself.

"Do you think you can escape fate by leaving Helheim? You can't change anything, and no one can be resurrected. The self you see in the arena is the future you."

The nightmare god became Aglaia, "Promise me, you still have a chance, maybe next time you have a chance."

"Next time ."

"Yes, next time, I will leave it to you in fifty years to solve it." said the nightmare god, "the long river of time has no end, fifty years is just a blink of an eye. , This time does not work, we still have a chance."

Hoffa relaxed, the god of nightmare is right, he does have a chance, as long as he goes back in time, he extends the hand again, wanting to touch the nightmare God, fuse together with it.

(Coward)

The voice came from the bottom of my heart, which made him extremely troubled.

He even saw Barty Jr. turning his head in front of the train and saw his confused eyes before he died. I saw old Hoffa shove the silver revolver into his mouth—"There can only be one Hoffa.Bach in a time and space."

No way...

He Withdrawing his hand, shaking his head, "No, no, I can't change it..."

"It's a failure, right, Bach, this adventure fifty years later "

The nightmare god said, "I know, you respect Nicholas Flamel, I know, you actually care about Barty Jr., but they are all dead, only go back in time, you It is possible to rescue them again and change everything."

"I can't do..."

Hoffa whispered in pain: "I can't do...I have nothing If you can't remember, you will forget."

"There will always be one time, there will always be one time."

The nightmare god comforted him with the same voice as when Aglaia was alive .

Hoffa looked at the hands that stretched towards him, the desire in his heart was maximized in this second, that desire dilutes all other desires, he slowly extended the hand, once, twice , Three times, four times, five times... ten times, twenty times, thirty times... one hundred times, two hundred times... three hundred times, four hundred times... one thousand Times...Two thousand times, three thousand times, four thousand times, five thousand times, six thousand times...

"Hoffa."

"Hoffa ...."

"Hoffa ....."

At this time, who is calling yourself?

Turning around, the other one is standing in the distant darkness and looking at him. Who is that? Is that the dragon of nothingness?

No.

That is myself.

"Coward."

"Coward..."

"Coward..."

Six thousand The second reincarnation gave birth to a moment after moment of instant vision, and finally in this brief moment, the vision reached a peak. Under this intense and extreme instant vision, his brain appeared uncontrollably with illusions.

His perspective came to the self who cursed the coward, and became an observer again. He looked at the other self in the distance and stretched out his hand, just like the Adam of Genesis wanted to touch God. To touch the god of nightmares.

He turned his head and saw the corpses piled up like a mountain behind him. Every corpse had his face, and each of them looked remorseful and unwilling to die.

Even if there is no count, Hoffa knows that it is the other six thousand times.

"Coward!"

The voice became clearer and clearer.

"Coward!"

"I am not."

He said again, gnashing teeth.

"I am not!"

His consciousness returned to his body, he split his hand and opened the palm of the nightmare god, "There is no next time."

"There is no next time!"

"There is no next time!!!"

"There is no next time!!!"

He roared, with Doing his best, just like Silby after the explosion of 100,000 tons of TNT, he crawled out of the sea of ​​gentle subconscious little by little, and opened his eyes with the last trace of will.

Pain rushed toward him like a tide, stimulating every nerve in him. It was the pain of disability and blindness, and it was a fatal moment in the world.

The meteor of Miller Summon flashed across the sky, and it was about to blow up the ancient magic castle to ashes.

The countless phantoms of Grindelwald still drag the red tentacles, about to stab him into meat.

Voldemort's serpent still leaped towards him in the air, opening a mouth full of blood all over his fangs.

At this moment, Hoffa was surprisingly sober.

Even if he knew he only had the last few seconds of life left.

"Are you crazy?"

Finally, the nightmare god was no longer calm, he controlled Harry Potter and grabbed his face violently, "This time you still To refuse me, are you bringing about one's own destruction!?"

Hoffa, who was covered in blood, looked at Harry Potter with one eye. At this moment, at the moment his body was broken, his spirit reached Peak, imitating Such as the sharpest cross sword.

"Is there a moment.

It bores me with everything?

I asked myself, the answer is self-evident."

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Hoffa said to the Nightmare God: "Of course you are included."