Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Miranda is studying the flow spell next to Hoffa, her expression changing unpredictably.

The Peruvian indigenous wizards come and go around them, carrying tables, futons, baskets, animal legs and the like. They seemed to be preparing for some activity, and everyone had a look of excitement on their faces.

Hoffa sat in a chair alone for a while, her body gradually recovered some strength, but her spirit remained sluggish. What he desires most now is motionless, and no one should bother himself.

It's a pity that things are counterproductive.

In a short while, the old chief Inhanio took a group of tribal women and hurried to Hoffa and Miranda. He stood beside Hoffa's chair, bent over, admired and worried. He looked at him: "Hero, dare to ask if you are free."

Hoffa glanced at him, only remembering what this person is called Inha...

" What's the matter?" He asked tiredly, his eyes out of focus.

The old chief Inhanio suddenly came to his spirits, and he slapped his chest excitedly, "This is not about solving those damn sleepwalkers and saving our plantation. It just so happens that today is our harvest festival again. , If possible, I would like to invite you to stay here for one night to participate in our harvest ceremony."

After Hoffa used the flow mantra, he became exhausted physically and mentally. Listening to the old man’s words Dui, I just think it's no good to be noisy, and if he is allowed to make a decision, he will feel even more powerless.

He doesn't want to think for the time being, he just wants to stay in his chair.

So he hummed twice, expressing his vague wishes.

Fortunately, there is a sober Miranda beside him. Miranda stood up and said with her arms akimbo: "Hey, Inhanio, don't bully him. Your harvest season is clearly here. Next month."

The old chief Aiya Aiya complained repeatedly, "This is not a superfluous act. It solves those sleepwalkers. This year will definitely be a bumper harvest. Do you have to think about it? Besides, the previous harvest festival, They were all fixed by the previous chiefs. They were out of time. I wanted to change them a long time ago."

Miranda doubted that he was frowned, and Inhanio immediately took a step forward, "You are so anxious to go back and do it. What, you know, you haven't counted the stock of green cocoa on our side. How can we negotiate the price if we don't count the stock?"

Miranda frowned, "Odd? Would you let me check your inventory? Didn’t you prevent me from stepping into the warehouse within one hundred meters and assigning it to your tribe’s absolute forbidden area?"

"Uh...this. .."

The old man rolled his eyes and turned to Hoffa, whose eyes were sluggish, with a halazi. He immediately slapped the peng peng on his chest: "Isn't it better to be in line with the market, since You really have the ability to protect us, we naturally want to give you more permissions."

"Ha!"

Miranda rolled the eyes, "Okay."

She bent down and pressed Hoffa's ears and said, "We are here for one night. I want to check their green cocoa storage situation so that I can set a price for the goods, what do you think?"

Hoffa didn't want to make a decision. He sucked his saliva and said the simplest um. There was no more text, and the saliva flowed out again.

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That night.

A full moon rises high in the mountains of southern Peru.

Under the rays of light, the mountains are caged with an unfathomable luster.

Miranda was used by Peruvian tribe wizard Inhaniola to count the inventory of green cocoa. Leaving Hoffa alone sitting in a chair, drooling, wandering between thinking and blank mystery.

The village has been cleared out of a clearing of the boss, and there is a fire on the clearing every few meters. Some men led the cow and came to the fire. They pressed the cow to the ground, cut the cow’s throat, kneeled on the ground, held their heads high, and took turns taking the cow’s blood.

Regardless of age, men and women, they all stepped forward to share a cup.

Then they slaughtered the cattle. Peel the skin and clean the internal organs, cut open and bake on the fire.

This is only the 1st Step, and soon those people are busy. All kinds of animals and plants were made, alpacas, guinea pigs, raw fish, all kinds of grains, and multi-colored...potatoes.

Under the moonlight, they started cooking happily.

The smoke floated into the sky, misting the moon.

After a while, the ceremony of the indigenous people began.

After cooking, they began to sing and dance around the food. They were both male and female, each wearing straw skirts and walking barefoot on the sand.

The men sit on the ground, happily beating the drums, and screaming like animals from time to time, appearing primordial and vicissitudes of life.

With the drumbeat, the women hunched their legs, twisted their waists, and put their hands on top of their heads, interpreting body language in the simplest and oldest dance poses, communicating with Spiritual God and nature .

Fire light spread on their thighs and skin, covering their brown skin with a golden layer.

I have to say that in terms of health, these indigenous people living in the primordial area are healthier than those living in the steel jungle. Their teeth are neat and their thighs are slender and tight. The body is stretched, muscular, and the figure is the standard golden ratio.

The dance and the banquet lasted for a long time, while Hoffa sat on the chief bench, motionless, with no intention of joining the event at all, just like a statue.

He has not recovered much, or that his spirit has recovered some, but not much remains in reality.

Hoffa can perceive that a part of his spirit still exists in the So of the flow spell, which makes him unable to distract his attention from the foreign object, so what those people are doing is for him It's like a background board.

He can vaguely see the dance steps of those people and their singing, but he can't focus on a specific person or thing, everything is vague.

The only clear thing is thinking.

It is like a stream, flowing at a moderate pace.

And Hoffa was sitting by the river, watching the flow of thoughts, there was no hindrance and no fluctuations.

Occasionally, he would have an inspiration and think of Silby.

If he had this spells, would Silby also sit on a chair for a thousand years, immersed in the mystery of heart flow.

If spells he only watched half of it.

So what is the other half?

If Silby can experience complete spells, is he always in bliss?

What does the complete flow mantra look like?

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crash-bang, booming...

Clap your hands The sound of drums and drums gradually invaded Hoffa's thinking from far to near.

He slowly lifts the head from the thinking stream.

Seeing that in the real world, the indigenous people did not know when they would no longer gather around the fire to dance, but ran to him instead.

They raised a bunch of raging flames beside Hoffa. The flame was burnt from many unknown husks, exuding a strong nutty scent, and it smelled very good.

Then, an extremely elderly old woman walked out of the crowd.

Her hands tremblingly held something like a crown. There were six feathers of different colors on the crown, and the skull of an eagle.

Hoffa felt uncomfortable seeing that thing.

He is a student of Ravenclaw, the eagle is his Totem, and his Animagus is Thunderbird. He doesn't like the act of using Totem's body as a decoration.

But out of the courtesy of the guests and to respect local customs, he did not move. Let the old woman put that peculiar feather crown on his head.

This is not over yet. After the old woman put on the crown on him, she used her thin fingers, stained with various oil paints, and applied it to his face.

After doing all this, the native wizard cheered.

Hoffa smiled reluctantly to cooperate with them. But I wanted to leave in my heart.

After the old woman retired, several young, lithe and graceful brown-skinned women came up again. They slowly walked forward, holding the iron plate, as if facing the Inca king In that way, food was offered for him.

Someone brought food, and Hoffa felt very happy.

He used the Flow Mantra to consume a lot of mind and physical strength, and he just needed to make up for it.

You can take a closer look. The food includes raw fish, potatoes, and... a bloody beef heart, a piece of freshly cut alpaca meat, and a lively guinea pig... .

This made him feel good and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

If Miranda served him last time, it was rare food from all over the world, it is indeed edible raw.

But Hoffa has really seen all of these things, and they can't be eaten raw at all.

The smell assaults the senses. He felt that these natives were doing themselves, so he was going to leave angrily, go to Miranda, and leave here with her.

He struggled and tried to get up. But at this time he found that on the chair he was sitting on, a lot of close and numerous villains grew out of them. They were like a tug-of-war, grabbing the fibers of Hoffa's clothes and pressing him heavily on the chair. .

Huh?

He shook his head vigorously.

But I found my body was numb, unable to move even a little bit.

Look at the flame again, his heart is not good.

That smoke, the smoke that the indigenous people burned in front of him, used materials with a strong hallucinogenic effect.

Several young women are getting closer and closer with their plates.

Hoffa is even more disgusted, not only because the other party invaded his territory and forced him to escape from the state of flow, and felt disgusted, but also because of their behavior at risk.

What is this going to do? Feed yourself raw food, or treat yourself as an object of sacrifice.

Perhaps the latter.

Those women are getting closer and closer to him.

The man continues to dance, holding hands. Speaking in a language that I don’t understand, no communication. They took the torch, beat the drums, and walked and jumped around him in circles.

The circle shrinks and shrinks, the men clapping and drumming are getting closer and closer to him, and Hoffa, who is closer, can smell the sweat on them.

"Damn..."

Under the narcotic smoke, he struggled to lift his eyelids.

This simple movement scared the dancing male natives and took a big step back.

crash-bang, rumbling...

But the dance was not over yet, and the male natives seemed to be deliberately testing his patience. They danced for a while and saw that he did not continue to move. They beat the drums again, getting closer and closer to him. But as soon as Hoffa showed some dissatisfaction, they immediately backed away.

Such cycle.

They curiously looked at Hoffa sitting on the chief's seat, looking like a group of monkeys watching Vajra who had been sleeping. It was like a hyena again, staring at the food beside the lion.

Those indigenous men are not the most annoying. An indigenous woman took out a small silver dagger and cut off a piece of the heart of a cow. In the blood, she held the heart of the cow in her mouth. Feed Hoffa mouth-to-mouth.

Although the woman looks very hot and healthy, this way of eating Hoffa is totally unbearable and too challenging.

crash-bang, rumbling...

The dancing and drumming continued, and the woman's heart-bearing lips got closer and closer to Hoffa.

He moved his gaze down, looking at his fingers. (In the hallucinogenic medicine, his blood rushes like a river, making him blush. Next to his fingers, there are hundreds of little girls who smile hehe and pull Hoffa's fingers and fix him on the chair)

"Reverse...reverse..."

He spit out a word with difficulty.

Suddenly, the woman with the cow's heart backed back and walked down the steps. Smoke sprayed from Hoffa's nostrils. The male indigenous men who danced and played drums turned in circles counterclockwise.

An old woman walked back backwards with her back to the crowd, putting her hand on the feather crown on top of Hoffa's head.

Everything went back to the second when Hoffa was put on the feather crown.

But this time he is not so reasonable anymore, riding on that hallucinogenic smoke has not accumulated in his body. Hoffa struggled to stand up and kicked away the old woman who was about to wear his crown.

The old woman screamed and rolled around on the ground.

Hoffa also used too much force, and was exhausted, and rolled from the chair to the sand.

After landing, he quickly held his breath, stumbled to his feet, and rushed to where Miranda left.

He must find Miranda and ask her to take herself away from this weird place.

When I saw sitting on the throne of the chiefs, the "hero" who was supposed to accept their sacrifices ran away.

The aboriginal men were startled and stopped playing drums, and the old woman sat up from the ground. Wow yelled.

The indigenous men quickly put down the drums and stopped dancing. The indigenous women who were preparing food also threw away the plates and followed the men to chase them up.

Under the moonlight, a strange picture appeared.

A black hair teenager limped on the sand. He held his crotch with one hand and his lungs with the other, panting heavily. And behind him followed a large number of indigenous people.

The side effects of the flow spell made Hoffa completely unable to run fast, and the psychedelic smoke that those damn natives breathed on him made him even more confused. He only felt that the blood flow was getting faster and faster, and the heartbeat was getting more and more urgent, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

The natives yelled and got closer and closer to him.

Hoffa raises his hand and is a hundredfold stasis, making them slow as a tortoise.

However, use Power of Time in this state.

The energy consumed was huge. He fell to the ground, fell on the sand, and the sweat on his forehead dampened his hair.

In the thick smoke, he gasping for breath looks at the moon in the sky.

The big moon seemed to mock him.

I don’t regret it after asking him.

Indeed, he escaped from the curse of the night god and became like a normal person. He will not feel abnormal during the day and night.

But he does not have the blessing of the night god, he will not feel boundless at night, nor will he have an amazing, Hundred Venoms Immunity body.

"Damn..."

He turned over and crawled to the Peruvian native warehouse. He remembered Miranda and the chief who were there to check the greens. cocoa.