Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Be bold! ?

Okay!

Hoffa closed her eyes again.

When you open it again, the AK47 becomes a hand-held howitzer!

He thought for a while, but he still didn't think it would work, so he closed his eyes again, and when he opened it again, the howitzer turned into a huge fire gun.

It's almost the same...

He is nodded with satisfaction.

When the valve was activated, the fire gun sprayed out a dragon that was dozens of meters long.

Engulf the chasing police dogs and policemen, and even the skirts of the two elegant medieval young girls on a picnic next to him were burned clean.

"ha ha ha~"

Hoffa could not help laughing up.

He thought it was a little fun.

But he hasn't waited for three seconds to be grateful for his boldness.

Boom!

Dozens of Tiger Style tanks rushed out of the raging fire.

Some policemen behind him drove a tank and chased them up!

It didn't take long for Hoffa to be closed and numerous. Nearly 100,000 groups of people subconsciously blocked the street, most of them were barking hounds, and a few of them were tanks that drove out rumblingly.

He thought that Silby hadn’t let himself down before, and he would have been able to toss without magic. If there was no curse of Slytherin, I’m afraid he would have been lying on the bridge in Helheim a long time ago. Enjoyed my retirement time.

He turned his horse's head around, trying to leave the encirclement from the alleys of the street.

However, at such a moment with swords drawn and bows bent, an untimely guy rushed out of the alley and said in a loud voice: "Stop, you have been surrounded by us. !"

He is wearing black tight clothes, riding on a horse, and wearing a retro cloak behind him, which is both retro and showy.

"Who you are?" Hoffa saw that he was not the group subconscious, so he asked politely.

"Good question!"

The man said happily, he flicked his hair coolly, and blindfolds appeared on his eyes: "I look like Diego on the surface, pretending to be brave Little scared--" drew the foil from the waist--"But in the middle of the night, I set off with makeup and raised a sharp sword to preside over justice and rob the rich and help the poor. Who am I? Zorro!"

Zorro pointed his sword at Hoffa and changed his dramatic tone: "Stop it, Sergeant Gonzalez!"

It turned out to be another guy dreaming. Hoffa was wary. Relax, but this is not over yet, another handsome boy with a green hat flew across the sky and landed next to "Zorro", "Oh hi, Zorro, do you need help?"

"Go away, Peter Pan, this is my opponent!"

Zorro said, standing on the tank with his sword, akimbo: "For the sake of God, Let's have a one-on-one life and death duel, Sergeant Gonzalez!"

Hoffa hasn't answered yet.

The boy who looks like Peter Pan also exclaimed after seeing him: "Captain Hook, it's you, I have been looking for you for a long time!"

Then he also exclaimed. A sword came out, but it was a wooden sword: "Hand over the little fairy."

Zorro was upset, he took the sword back: "Peter Pan, if you must grab me If you’re in the limelight, then we’ll only have 1 point to compete first."

"You don’t even have a horse, so how come you are my opponent." Peter Pan said.

Zorro sneered, he swiped his sword, "I am arrogant and rude, I should give you a bite to eat."

"Come on, masked knight, I am early It means to be higher and lower with you." Peter Pan rushed up with a wooden sword.

ding ding dong dong.

The two dreamers were unconsciously fighting together, and Hoffa didn't even know what happened. After thinking about it, he could only understand this as the weirdness of dreams.

He speeded up and drove the horses, wanting to say that these two people sneaked away when they were fighting, but the third person fell from the sky and landed on the ground with a bang.

He is a muscular man with a big upper body, muscular and exaggerated like a world bodybuilding champion. He has a full beard face, holding a shield in one hand and a hammer in the other.

"I finally found you, Yemengade!"

brawny man exclaimed.

"What the hell! Who are you?"

Hoffa asked.

"Don't you know me, I'm Thor!"

The brawny man was aggrieved, tears rolling in his eyes.

The expression made Hoffa a chill.

In front of him were three silly hangers dreaming. Behind them, the group subconscious got closer and closer, the tanks rumbled apart, and the gun barrels spewed out flames.

He hugged the horse neck of the nightmare god, loudly said: "It seems we have nowhere to go."

"Are you only so courageous?"

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The man who became the nightmare god blames him: "If you "die" here, your real world body will also become a vegetative."

"You get smaller first One point!"

Hoffa roared in the ears of the horses.

The centaur turned into a sparrow and fell into Hoffa's hands.

During the gunfire, Hoffa closed his eyes, and he turned into a pedestrian helicopter with a propeller coming out of his head and flying straight up. Dodged the first round of artillery fire on the ground.

Peter Pan and Zorro who were fighting on the ground were unhappy at this posture.

"Stop, Captain Hook!" Peter Pan flew up and chased him.

"Hey, Sergeant Gonzalez, you can't run far!" Zorro yelled while holding on to Hat.

"Yemengard, wait for me, we have not yet decided the victory or defeat!" Sol picked up the hammer from the ground, the electric light flickered, and he floated up unexpectedly.

Looking at Peter Pan and Thor who were catching up, Hoffa coldly smiled and closed his eyes again. When he opened his eyes again, his body became the most beautiful and smooth triangle.

Looking at what he looked like, he smiled haha, and happily compared his middle finger to the group of turtle-speed subconscious minds behind him: "Fat, stinky younger brother!"

After that, accompanied by a huge sonic boom, he disappeared from the subconscious sight of all groups in just one second. The wind blew Peter Pan from mid-air to the ground, and it shouted desperately: "Oh no, my old enemy, my life."

Zorro hatefully lost his hat: "Damn it." , Don’t take the limelight!"

Thunder God Thor threw out the hammer, loudly shouted: "Wait for me, Yemengade, I will find you!"

......

......

The hammer did not catch up with Hoffa after all.

The high air flow flew across, leaving the three of them far behind.

"I take back my words, you are bolder than I thought."

The nightmare god couldn't help but praise him.

"Thank you." Hoffa replied, turning into a blackbird reconnaissance plane.

"What is this?"

The god of nightmare turned into a beautiful woman, and sat in the cabin curiously and fumbled: "Is it a muggle airplane in fifty years?"

Hoffa laughed, without answering, he naturally wouldn’t tell the god of nightmares that he became an American blackbird reconnaissance plane with a speed of up to Mach 3 per second, which can fly one kilometer in one second, naturally it’s not Peter Pan or the Ancient One aircraft of World War II can catch up.

He discovered the benefits of sweet dreams.

He can do almost anything he wants to do here, completely free and unconstrained. If in the real world, he wants to become a blackbird reconnaissance plane, it is undoubtedly a foolish dream, too unrealistic. Now, even if his transfiguration is a hundred times stronger than it is now, he won’t work, because he doesn’t understand the structure of the blackbird at all, let alone how it works.

But in a dream, he did it so easily, and the reason was just because he wanted to be like this.

It’s no wonder that so many people are stuck in this world and cannot extricate themselves. In the real world, unsatisfactory things are most likely, but a few can really bear them.

After getting rid of that group of subconscious minds. The Blackbird reconnaissance plane swept across the sky, turned into a human again, and landed on the ground.

This area is much quieter than the place where I just entered the dream state. The ground is covered with soft green grass, and there are unknown red fruits in the grass, crystal clear and near-transparent. Under the tall tree shade, a group of young girls with white complexions were having a picnic. They saw two Hoffa standing in the distance. They covered their mouths and laughed sweetly.

Hoffa sat on the ground, grabbed a crystal clear and near-transparent fruit and stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it tastefully, and a gust of wind blew it, causing a few young people in the distance. Girl smiled, everything is so harmonious.

"What are you thinking?"

The nightmare god sat down beside him.

"I was just thinking, if there is nothing for what I want, does that mean that the higher my awareness, the more things I can do."

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"It's true."

"But it's not free and unconstrained." Hoffa said lightly: "Just now, I summarized the two rules of this world."

"You said."

"One, I can only imagine things within the scope of my cognition, and beyond my cognition, dreams cannot be realized for me.

Second, I must enjoy this dream with my heart, otherwise the group subconscious will come to trouble me and clear me out as an alien."

"Not bad."

The nightmare god nodded, "But what does it have to do with you looking for Silby?"

"It's a big deal."

Hoffa said:

"The dream we see is just an illusion. If Silby Spencer sets these rules, then we can only approach Silby's most real position if we enter the world of rules."

The nightmare god frowned, "Do you mean...?"

"I mean, we must not find him here."

End , He stood up, patted his ass, and walked to the young girls who had a picnic under the tree with a smile. When the young girl saw a boy coming, Grid smiled shyly.

These people are definitely the kind of people who pay great attention to the sense of ceremony in the real world. Hoffa can see that they are laying neat and tidy checkered tablecloths on the ground, and cutting the delicate cakes into neat and tidy The small pieces are placed on the dinner plate, and the knife and fork behind the dinner plate are placed in standard horoscopes.

"Oh, hi." He greeted friendly.

Several young girls immediately laughed on chirp chirp twitter twitter and covered their mouths one after another.

Hoffa squatted down beside them: "Do you all live here?"

"Yes," a bold girl said: "Me and my little sister We live in that castle."

She pointed her finger in the distance, and Hoffa looked at it. There was a hazy castle, which was not real.

"Are you a human, Knight, Baron, or Marquis?"

The talkative young girl then asked.

"I am nothing." Hoffa said, "Proletarian."

"Cut,"

The bold girl immediately showed contempt. , Holding his arms and stopped talking. But one of them was a girl who kept looking at Hoffa with a shy and evasive look.

"It's so beautiful."

Hoffa pointed to the cake and exclaimed: "Did you make it yourself?"

"Yes....Yes. Yes, I did it myself." The young girl who peeked at him raised her hand, blushed and stammered, looking very shy.

"Good, can I have some?" Hoffa asked, pointing to the cake.

"Let's eat~"

The shy young girl quickly held up the small carved plate with her snow-white hands and placed it in front of him.

Hoffa forks a small piece with a silver fork and chews it in his mouth. The shy young girl clenched her fist to her chest, looking at him expectantly, waiting for his praise. The courageous young girl still held her arms and looked at him impatiently.

The entrance of the cake is very delicious, soft and delicious, with moderate sweetness.

But Hoffa closed his eyes and carefully imagined a lump of shit in his head. Sure enough, the cake turned into a lump of shit in his mouth, and it became crying, astringent and disgusting. .

"Oh!"

He was pale, wa'ed spit out shit, shouted sternly: "What did you eat for me, so disgusting!!!"

The young girl waiting for the compliment took a closer look. The muddy thing he vomited was stuck on the exquisite tablecloth and cake, her eyes widened in shock, and she let out a horrified and sharp cry.

"Ah!!!"

Then, they were like cats with their tails trampled on, crying and screaming, losing one's head out of fear, and crawling around. Fleeing, one of them stepped on the skirt and even fell to the ground.

The nightmare god is watching this scene from a distance, helpless shook the head.

As soon as the young girl left, a large number of fully armed medieval soldiers rushed over on horseback, and their eyes were very serious. Just as a housewife with a severe degree of cleanliness sees the stain on the wall, she is about to kill the heretics who destroy the beauty of dreams to the last one.

Hoffa didn't have time to wipe her mouth, and immediately rushed back to the nightmare god, dragged her to lay on the grass and began to kiss wildly.

He not only kissed, but also tried his best to imagine the other person as Aglaia, imagining that he was lying on the grass with her now.

The nightmare god who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years almost didn't vomit it out, but when he saw the group of soldiers rushing over from a distance, he immediately calmed down and began to enjoy the present moment intoxicated.

da da da!

The sound of horseshoes is like a wave.

The fully armed subconscious soldiers rushed over, and with swords drawn and bows bent they pulled out the sharp blade. As a result, I only saw two people under the tree, you and me, and I suddenly seemed very confused. They turned the horse's head around and circled the pile of shit.

They lost their goal.

After a few turns, they didn't find out who destroyed the dream, so they put away the sharp blade. He picked up the pile of shit on the ground, turned the horse's head again, and returned along the same path.

When Yu Guang saw the subconscious soldier, Hoffa immediately got up and said: "Go and follow, follow!"

The nightmare god understood what Hoffa wanted to do, and it was lying On the ground, it became a horse, and Hoffa became a soldier, turned on his horse, and followed behind the group of soldiers who enforced the rules.