Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The nightmare god’s face was completely cold, he threw off Hoffa, and said without emotion: "Mortals who kill themselves, go to hell with your stubbornness."

Hoffa is speechless.

"There are so many people in the world who are better than you. I am really blind to make you my incarnation."

After that, he turned his head and left and abandoned Harry Potter's body disappeared into the endless flames.

The six thousand reincarnations have reached the end, and everything has fallen into a complete unknown.

As if history repeats itself, Grindelwald sighed, looking at his student in front of him, his expression seemed joyful and sad.

"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.

"Let's go... let's go..." Nicholas Flamel said hoarsely in his arms: "There is nothing to do...you...you...you have to live Come down..."

Everything is fine, but this time he refused the fate's arrangement.

Hoffa slowly raised his head, looking at the sky through the billowing smoke.

The night sky was burning fiery red, and the moonlight flickered high in the sky. It is far from dawn, and the darkness is endless. When will dawn break?

He sighed, but his eyes became sharper. He is still dead, he will fight to the last second.

Naniji took the lead in biting his neck, the endless tentacles of Grindelwald's phantom were in front of him, and the huge meteorite produced by Miller Summon was less than 10,000 meters above the ground.

Hoffa hugs Nicholas Flamel and enters the shadow world.

Thirty-one seconds

As long as ten seconds pass, the moment he leaves the ghost for a stroll, it will definitely be difficult to hold on to this explosive offensive.

The tripartite forces are pressing to the limit, but Hoffa's eyes are getting clearer and clearer. Since he rejected the god of nightmares, his mind is no longer disturbed. He thinks faster than any time in the past. It rushed in his mind.

What else can I do?

What else can I do?

Time is running out.

Hoffa looked at Flamel who had lost consciousness in her arms.

Suddenly, a tiny trace of probability broke into his brain.

Wait...

Time...

Time?

Time!

In the shadow world, Hoffa shook Flamel's head vigorously, loudly said: "Flamel, do you still want to resurrect Chloe."

The dying Nicholas. Flamel is difficult Open your eyes: "Difficult, do you have a way?"

"No, the situation is beyond my expectation. I am just a poor bug who cannot pull strongly against a crazy tide." Hoffa continued Frankly, "Flamel, I'm sorry, I overestimate myself. I can't resurrect anyone."

"I tried my best..."

Nicholas. Flamel sighed, as if exhausting all his strength, he pessimistically comforted Hoffa: "Just try our best, we all tried our best, I don't blame..."

But Hoffa's words are tight The next turn, interrupted him: "However, this failure is only temporary, and we can still keep hope."

Nicholas Flamel looked at him inexplicably: "What do you say?"

"Although you will die, I still hope to resurrect Chloe, her soul is still there, but it needs your last cooperation, can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Would you like to be my servant?"

When he asked this sentence, he had difficulty breathing and his excited fingertips were shaking.

Some kind of crazy idea appeared out of thin air in his mind, which made him want to stop.

Nicholas Flamel was infected by his crazy emotions. He was dying of his forcibly spurt a mouthful of blood, his old and pale face, his eyes were round: "Could it be...?"

Hoffa knows that this old man understands.

He was nodded.

"I do." Nicholas Flamel without the slightest hesitation said.

Thirty-five seconds.

Hoffa disappeared, Disapparation disappeared in the shadow world.

Naniji took a bite and fell to the ground. The endless tentacles pierced the ground into a sieve.

"He ran away!?"

Baby Voldemort yelled nervously, "Did he slip away?"

"Shut up!"

Countless Grindelwald phantoms scolded him with a sneer solemnly vowed and said: "He can't run, what he wants most is still with me!"

He turned his head and looked on his knees. The silver-haired ghost of Aglaia knelt on the ground, but took his face out of his hand, the expression on his face was dazed and confused.

......

Thirty-seven seconds

Hoffa came to London, the old Hoffa brought him back to the former residence, he gave a bang The door entered and broke into the second floor. In the darkness, he immediately pinched his nose.

The old man is still paralyzed on the chair that blasted his head out of a hole, but after a long period of nearly a year, he has rotted out of place, amidst the stench, maggots came from him Falling from the hollow bones.

But Hoffa didn't care about the nausea at this time. He picked up a bone of "his" arm and put it in his arms, and Disapparation disappeared.

Thirty-nine seconds

His Apparition came to Nicholas Flamel’s old house, he flew into the basement in three steps and two steps, and pulled the minus thirty degrees away. The door of the refrigerator was surrounded by cold light, and Mance's body, as thin as a black monkey, was still lying quietly in the freezer.

But Nicholas Flamel has already drew out Mans's last blood and put it in a glass tube. He reached out and took the glass tube in his hand, and Disapparation disappeared again.

41 seconds!

Nicholas Flamel fell out of the shadow world.

Hoffa Apparition returned to Nicholas Flamel and caught him.

Seeing him reappear, countless Grindelwald's phantoms without the slightest hesitation wave their tentacles again, but this time Hoffa did not dodge anymore. On the contrary, he ran toward the endless tentacles.

whiz whiz whiz!

In less than a second, he was stabbed into a hole doll by his tentacles.

Grindelwald violently retracted his tentacles and stared at him, there must be a demon if something went wrong. He didn't believe that Hoffa would bring about one's own destruction at this time.

Aglaia was already frightened by this crazy scene. She clutched her non-existent heart and stared blankly at the one-armed blood man in front of her.

Fifty seconds.

Hoffa, who was poked into a sieve, did not die, blood flowed crazily from his wounds, but his healing ability at night was so powerful, those wounds healed quickly, trying to save his life. .

He didn't realize it, he just dragged Nicholas Flamel towards Voldemort's resurrection pool.

Voldemort was speechless, scared by the blood-covered Hoffa. In his eyes, that guy was no longer like a human being. But Hoffa didn't take him seriously. He walked up to Wormtail who was pretending to be dead and drew out his silver dagger.

Naniji, the giant snake, entangled his thigh, without realizing it, he severed his thigh with a single knife, acting like a lunatic.

This is not over yet. After cutting off his thigh, he stood on the ground with one leg, raised a sharp knife, and thrust it straight into his heart.

puci, with a sharp scream like rare beast, he opened his mouth to spit out a cloud of blood.

It was not him who screamed, but his chest. A mouth was opened at his heart, and that mouth was biting on the sharp knife to prevent him from damaging the body any more.

Fifty-five seconds.

But Hoffa didn't give up. He looked cold, and pulled out the sharp knife, frantically torn apart at his heart with the knife, until he pierced his heart so badly that he couldn't recover anymore. The dagger slipped from his weak hand and was taken in by Nicholas Flamel.

Voldemort looked at him, and after a moment of shock, he laughed heartily: "crazy...crazy...completely crazy, you guy is completely crazy..."

But Grindelwald did not smile. He looked at Hoffa, who was constantly self-harming. The expression on his face changed several times. Finally, when he saw the hand bone that Hoffa was hiding in his arms, he stared in shock. With big eyes, he finally saw what Hoffa wanted to do.

"Destroy him...Destroy this lunatic..."

He murmured.

Fifty-nine seconds.

The huge meteorite of Miller Summon fell from the sky.

The billowing smoke covered everything, and the high temperature and energy surged like ocean tides, almost enough to destroy heaven extinguishing earth.

But it's too late.

Nicholas .Flamel raised the silver knife, exhausted the last bit of strength, and cut off a piece of meat on his arm with a single knife, letting it fall into the resurrection pool.

"Destroy him!!"

Countless Grindelwald phantoms screamed, and they all rushed to the blood-covered man standing by the resurrection pool.

The last second.

Hoffa, who was covered in blood, was dying, and not a bit human, laughed madly, and compared his middle finger to the sky.

"FKUGOD!!!"

Then holding the bones and blood, he jumped out of Voldemort's resurrection pool.