Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"Can't you do it?"

Hoffa was a little embarrassed by Miranda's untimely questioning. He patted his chest and felt confident in front of Miranda, but after he got here But at a loss.

Seeing his embarrassment, Miranda's eyes became very gloomy, she shook the head, walked around Hoffa's side, and pulled out wand, obviously to deal with the problem by herself.

"What do you usually do?" Hoffa asked Miranda.

"What else can be done, humane destruction." Miranda sighed, "They have lost consciousness, are in a cycle of dreams, and won't wake up again. If you want me to say, they are already dead. ."

Then she mutter incantations from her mouth, preparing to cast magic.

After a while, following Miranda's magic, the ground began to tremble, and a crack appeared beside the group of sleepwalkers, and it gradually expanded.

Obviously, she wanted to use the spell to bury the thousands of sleepwalkers alive at one time in order to resolve future troubles.

It is obviously not the first time Miranda looks familiar with the road. Hoffa can only sigh and wait and see. She must not be a murderer. It is hard for Hoffa to imagine how much courage and pressure it takes to make such a choice.

I saw Miranda’s majestic magic, and those Peruvian wizards who were onlookers in the distance clicking one's tongue in wonder, what they were talking about.

Even if you don't understand, Hoffa can understand what they mean. The little girl looks gentle, and didn't expect such power of worship in her body.

However, he didn’t have much thoughts to laugh at the ignorance of the natives. He entered a dream state and knew that these sleepwalkers were not physically dead, but their consciousness was not in the body. If they could wake them up, Each went back to each house, but nothing happened.

To do this, he must solve the source Silby. As long as Silby is resolved, there is no need to die so many people needlessly, and Miranda does not have to bear such a lot of mental pressure.

Silby.

Silby.

Silby.

Thinking of him, Hoffa can't help but think of the strongest spells he has developed.

Heart flow: Myriad Laws Return To One

"So..." he couldn't help reading spells out.

As soon as he said spells, he noticed a messy but huge field of spirit strength. The spirit strength is mixed with confusion, not knowing what to do, and confusion. The source of the spirit strength field turned out to be those sleepwalkers who gathered in a crowd.

"Wait a minute!"

Hoffa immediately raised his hand and yelled to interrupt Miranda's use spell.

The ground shaking stopped and the fissure no longer expanded. Miranda put down wand in confusion: "What's the matter?"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute..."

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Hoffa's cold sweat went down. He didn't know why he could perceive these guys' emotions, but the facts were right in front of him.

"Don't rush to destroy them humanely, I...I seem to have other methods..." Hoffa stammered.

"What? Do you have other methods?" Miranda was stunned: "It's true, sleepwalkers won't listen to you. If you don't deal with it, the plantation will be destroyed."

"Wait, let me try it first."

After that, Hoffa sat down cross-legged outside the protective wall, closed his eyes, and meditated the flow spell in his heart.

Seeing that he was so determined, Miranda had to put down wand and stand beside him.

Seeing that the ground is no longer cracking, the Peruvian wizards are anxious, and they point to Miranda and talk about something.

Hoffa didn't care about the noisy and uneasy sound coming from a distance. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and kept repeating the spells that seemed to be only half of the time.

So...So...So...

Something magical happened.

Those sleepwalkers appear to be like one after another invisible tube, connecting their thoughts with Hoffa's will, whenever he says spells "So".

They were bound by the invisible tube, and they all took a step forward.

However, when the spells are over, they will return to confusion and confusion.

So Hoffa repeated spells over and over again.

The invisible tube is getting bigger and bigger.

Something rushed into his body quickly. It could be magic power, attention, or something else.

So, the sleepwalkers stopped trampling on the botanical garden and attacking the fence, instead walking towards Hoffa step by step.

Miranda held her breath. This scene exceeded her expectations. At this moment, the unconscious sleepwalkers seemed to be controlled by Hoffa.

Not only that, she also felt that in Hoffa, there was a peculiar voice, that voice was eager for something, calling for something, it seemed to be calling for help.

It's like she accidentally noticed the presence of Hoffa that day, but even more intensely.

Hoffa is her best friend, she will naturally not refuse his needs, and she has no defense. Naturally, magic power and attention quickly flowed down the invisible channel to Hoffa.

And those Peruvian wizards who watch from above also feel the same thing. They stopped croaking, but stared blankly at the young man sitting cross-legged.

After watching for a while, I don’t know who stepped out of the 1st Step and walked slowly towards Hoffa. It was like pushing to the Domino Bone Token, and everyone walked towards him.

He didn't know everything that happened outside. Under the effect of the flow spell, Hoffa could only perceive his own internal world.

With every spell So, there is some power flowing into his body. At first, the power is very small, and then more and more, like a snowball, it becomes bigger.

Finally, Hoffa was no longer satisfied to sit on the ground and chant the spell. He stood up and walked while chanting.

Those sleepwalkers are like a child who is attracted by the midnight piper, and they follow him step by step. Hoffa thought of spells, they took a step forward, Hoffa stopped chanting, and they immediately dispersed, running around like a rope with a spring, which can only be pulled, not pushed.

But Hoffa found that if he chanted the spell fast enough, the distraction time of those people would be shorter, and they would follow him closely.

So while he changed spells quickly, he ran to Peru within the valley in the distance.

Now, the sleepwalkers are all shuaa~ following him. It's like a zombie chasing a living person.

Not only the sleepwalkers followed him, but Miranda and the Peruvian wizards all followed him involuntarily. The faster Hoffa ran, the faster they followed him.

Finally, I came to a bottle gourd-shaped mountain, where the famous vulture line drawing is located. Hoffa rushed in, and behind him, the sleepwalkers who followed him , Is an ancient brain, and rushed into the mountain col like the flood that broke the bank.

At this time, Hoffa finally couldn't stand it.

Although he led the sleepwalkers into the deserted valley, saving them from the fate of being buried alive.

But in his body, because of his thoughts on spells, he has gathered a tremendous amount of power.

The huge snowball rumblingly rolled in his body, eager for greater power.

An inexplicable inertia forced him to continue chanting spells So, but Hoffa knew that he could no longer recite, and he already felt that he was going to be blown up.

He knelt to the ground, clutching his chest, and panting violently. But I couldn't breathe.

The power almost raised his chest so high that he couldn't breathe. That is a messy, crazy magic power, and other inexplicable powers.

Those are the power drawn from sleepwalkers, Miranda, and the Peruvian wizard.

Thump thump!

His heart beats wildly.

The weird hybrid power is like a wild beast that is completely uncontrollable, charging to the left and dash to the right crazily in his body, trying to destroy his torso.

Miranda followed him in a trance, as did the awake Peruvian wizards. Under the action of inertia, they opened their legs and walked towards Hoffa.

"Don't...Don't come here!!!"

Hoffa raised his hand and screamed.

This scream made him almost asthmatic, and he grabbed his chest and stood up with extreme discomfort.

Miranda woke up, and the Peruvian indigenous wizards also woke up suddenly.

"Hoffa!!!"

Miranda screamed. She saw Hoffa's chest bulging high, and something throbbing violently in it.

Finally, Hoffa couldn't stand it anymore.

He rushed to another empty valley, raised his head and let out a scream, "Ah!!!"

The energy that did not belong to him tilted in his roar. Coming out, it turned into an invisible sound wave, wrapped in unmatched power, and crashed on the opposite mountain. It's almost the same as an avalanche where the energy is accumulated to the extreme, and even more terrifying than an avalanche. It is simply the formidable power of a comet hitting Earth.

With that scream.

It formed a mountain that was protected from strong winds by Nazca the protector for tens of thousands of years. It broke and collapsed from the middle in an instant and exploded into two halves.

Hundreds of millions of tons of mountain peaks, slowly, irresistibly, fell down, and finally hit the empty sand.

at first, that formidable power has not yet appeared. The sound came before it came, but soon, a gray line appeared on the ground, which expanded rapidly, and finally turned into a billowing gust of wind, like a tsunami, hitting everyone's faces.

The Peruvian wizards were awakened by a loud noise. They couldn't even open their eyes when they were blown by the strong wind, and they were all creeping on the ground. He grabbed the ground tightly and didn't get swept away by the gust of wind.

The thunderous noise finally came, and the ground vibrated for more than ten seconds before it could be calmed down.

Finally, when the wind subsided, they stared dumbfounded at the once towering mountain peak, now only half is left, and the other half is lying on the ground, just sealing off the mountain. The entrance of the bottle gourd sealed all the sleepwalkers in the col. They didn't die, but they couldn't go out, causing damage to the plantation again.

This image resembling Divine Vestige made the indigenous wizards all kneel down, praying and crying loudly. The old wizard who was in the lead even trembled, tearfully threw away the beads in his hand, and drew a stick figure on the ground with his staff.

The stick figure drawing is exactly Hoffa with a high chest...

Then a group of people worshipped the stick figure madly.

However, Hoffa himself can’t control what the indigenous people are doing. At this time, he can no longer support it, releasing the extremely messy power. His legs softened and he fell straight down. On the ground, dazed.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now he feels that the spells are simply a madman. After only reading for ten minutes, he feels a headache.

This long-lost feeling of spirit strength overdraft has not been experienced since he left Hogwarts. He didn't expect to taste it again today.

terrifying magic...

terrifying spells...

Miranda threw himself down beside him, as if to say something. But Hoffa's head buzzed, she couldn't hear anything, and she couldn't see anything in the dark.

Miranda helped him and shouted.

The group of Peruvians who engaged in idolatry finally reacted. The master of the stick figure they worshiped is about to die... They rushed over, seven Pulling him up with hands, Hoffa looked pale, holding Miranda's arm, without saying a word.

A group of people supported Hoffa and walked towards the tribe with all their hands.

After they walked to the tribe, the old wizard couldn't help but put Hoffa on a chair that was probably only for the chief.

As soon as he sat on it, Hoffa tilted his head and drool came down.

Miranda stomped anxiously.

The old wizard looked more anxious than Miranda. As soon as Hoffa got on the chair, he yelled and called his clansman in full breath. The language, loudly commanded something.

Then, his clansman spread out.

After a while, they brought in all kinds of food. Fruits, jerky, and some weird drinks even lit a fire in front of him, causing a big fire. In the fire, unknown leaves were burning, and the light smoky from Hoffa penetrated into Hoffa's nostrils, stimulating his spirit.

He collapsed on the chair and opened his eyes slightly.

Looking at the fire.

The flames around the twists and turns are very blurry.

In the flames, there seems to be a face.

The face smiled and said to him with his lips, flow: Myriad Laws Return To One.

Seeing that face, he struggled to sit up straight, but after Miranda righted him, the face in the flame was gone, everything was like an illusion.

A Peruvian witch brought him a glass of green cocoa juice. Miranda fed him a sip, and the cocoa juice was down. The rich coolness made him more sober.

"How are you?" Miranda asked worriedly.

"It's okay..." Hoffa said feebly: "You can't die, just rest."

Miranda obediently did not speak, but after a while, she I couldn't bear it anymore, and asked in a low voice in horror, "What magic is that?"

"Flow curse."

Hoffa weakly explained that his fingers were on Green Coco. Dip in the juice, and wrote spells on the table.

Myriad Laws Return To One...So?

Miranda stared at the spells, and after looking at it carefully for a while, she sucked in a breath of cold air, "Where did you... where did you learn this... ancient and pure spells? "

"Dreamland, Silby..."

Hoffa said briefly, just a few words have exhausted the strength he just accumulated, and he Started to pant.

Miranda shivered, her body trembling slightly.

"Too pure, too simple, this spell, I don't want to be human spells." She is both scared and obsessed extending the hand, stroking the row of spells written by Hoffa, muttered : "It is unimaginable that there will be such extreme and pure spells."