Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Just jumped onto the street.

In the sky, a hundred flowers blossom. Countless soaring cannons rose up from nowhere and exploded in the air.

With this explosion, all the balconies were suddenly crowded with people, they cheered and shouted.

Immediately afterwards, rumbling footsteps came from behind Hoffa.

A corner.

Two corners.

Three corners.

Suddenly a large crowd of black and oppressed people appeared. They ran just like the rabbits thrown by the dog, and then a few left behind were running desperately.

moo!!

With an aggressive tweet, a group of extremely strong bulls drove hundreds of people from the streets and alleys towards Hoffa.

They hopped into the air, shook their heads up and down, and their running silhouette disappeared in the corner. He rushed into the street like a locomotive.

Someone fell to the ground, rolled into the ditch, lying motionless. But the herd ignored him and just rushed forward. Ran past in droves.

At this moment, one after another banner was pulled up among those wooden stakes, and countless men and women crowded behind the railing, holding goblet and shouting frantically.

Hoffa turned his head to look. A few killers also rushed over the fence crowd. The crowd of onlookers couldn't stop them.

They are as firm as a rock, and they will not give up unless they reach their goal.

Looking at the three men chasing him, Hoffa gritted his teeth, turned and rushed towards the running crowd. He wanted to use the bulls and the crowd to get rid of the killer.

At this moment, more and more people are pouring out of the streets and alleys. They push me and rush to the bullring along the street, and the atmosphere is getting more and more enthusiastic.

In her sight, Hoffa saw a furious bull chasing the crowd, and in a flash, he knocked down seven or eight people.

Rao is that Hoffa was mentally prepared, but he was still frightened by this shocking scene.

He doesn't know who invented this crazy sport, but he is now rushing to the rushing crowd.

At this moment, the voices of the onlookers Spaniards began to become horrified, because in their sight, when everyone was chased by cattle, there was a young man who was behind him, but he did not flash. Unavoidably rushed up against the rushing crowd.

What is this doing?

Are you courting death?

Beside, some men yelled anxiously, and some women screamed and covered their eyes.

Hoffa turned a deaf ear, looking at the killer outside the crowd with one eye, and the dark crowd with the other.

It's near.

Closer!

The horror on the faces of the brawny man who ran wildly was seen by him, and the tendons of the African bulls were clearly visible. Time seemed to slow down in this brief moment, and he could hear his heartbeat beating vigorously.

He can taste the salty smell of sweat dripping from his forehead into his mouth. The speed seems extremely slow, but it is fast.

10 meters away

5 meters

1 meter

bang!

Behind you, three pursuers Bump the wooden fence to pieces, without the slightest hesitation, raise the pistol and aim at Hoffa.

Bang peng~ peng~!!

Guns just sounded.

Hoffa ran into the tide of cattle and crowds, and disappeared into the material world.

The three killers were unable to dodge and were directly swallowed by the crowd and cattle.

Hoffa's ears are whistling air, and his eyes are flashing gray silhouettes.

At the end of the ghost walk, Hoffa emerged from the end of the crowd. In front of him is a wide inner city river. Some wooden stakes and boats stand in the middle of the river.

His running pace did not stop at all, he took a few quick jumps, stepped on the wooden stakes in the river, jumped into the boat, sometimes climbed the wooden stakes, and finally, he stepped on the wooden stakes in the river. Two bluestones leaped high, and with one hand they climbed onto the stone edge on the opposite bank of the river.

The hustle and bustle stopped.

They came to the other side of the city and entered the old city full of red walls and orange tiles. As everyone ran to watch the bullfighting competition, this old city seemed very quiet.

Hoffa's chest rises and falls, gasping for breath turned around. At this moment, the frenetic running of the Bulls is no longer audible, and the three men who chased him are also missing.

The two stood on the bank of the river, looking at the flowing water, Silby suddenly said with emotion: "I want to add money to you. There is no doubt that my salary is too small."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Hoffa said coldly, not happy at all, that kind of everywhere oppression has not disappeared, and his spirit strength field still cannot be in this city It extends too far.

A thick smoke rose in the distance, and several rows of transport planes hovered continuously in the air.

"Can I not go to the station?" After thinking for a moment, Hoffa asked, "I'll take you back from other places, either by boat or by plane."

Sill Nodded, he shook his head again, "Let’s take a look, take a look, and then make a decision. After all, that’s not my business alone."

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Half an hour later, Hoffa of Stealth took Silby through the old town to the end of the journey.

Sants station in Barcelona.

Hoffa slowed down.

Because the sight in front of him shocked him.

I saw dilapidated buildings everywhere, the ground was full of glass slag and stones, some unfathomable mystery hung on high places, some were entangled on broken antennas, and their crackles glowed with electricity. spark.

Some people were smashed into the wall by Juli, their bodies twisted.

Dozens of vehicles were knocked over to the ground, and the bodies of countless soldiers fell to the ground. There are the German Army, the Western Army, and some German wizards and construction wizards that cannot see their true colors.

Hoffa bent down and picked up a broken stick, which was a broken wand.

And the owner of wand, at this moment, hangs lifelessly on the barrel of a tank.

Chaos.

Extreme chaos.

There is no doubt that a fierce battle has just happened here. Hoffa shook his head, waking up from the shock.

It must be gone.

In stealth, Hoffa sprints through the thick smoke. Try to leave this place of right and wrong.

Just through the smoke, the next scene made Hoffa's scalp numb, and her pupils shrank to the size of a needle.

There is a mountain in front of him, a hillside made of corpses. Those corpses were all dressed in black suits, bare with black joints shining with metal rays of light.

Osivia.

At this moment, she is standing alone in the blood sea of ​​the dead mountain nearly ten meters high, showing a state of half human and half snake. Her huge snake tail was covered with scars and blood, and the scales were nearly half off.

There are still a large number of muggle soldiers on the ground, the corpses of ordinary women and children. Blood was flowing everywhere, and it was terrible.

Osivia saw Hoffa and she turned her head. Normally, in the green eyes, he actually started to faintly filled with red light.

"Exactly, what happened!!?"

Hoffa was horrified. Has Osivia been slaughtering these people?

She didn't answer, just clutching her blood-filled arm, she slowly slid down from the corpse mountain.

Silby looked at Silby condescendingly at the height of more than three meters, hoarsely and coldly asked: "Where is the key?"

Silby shook his head and looked. The surrounding corpse mountain and blood sea.

"These people, maybe one of them is my family's support, but you have killed it."

Osivia bent down and reached out to take Silby from Hoffa. Picked up on her back, raised high: "It's not me who killed them, where is the key?"

While she was talking, several transport planes hovered in the sky.

Countless silhouettes jumped off the plane,

Rumbled to the ground, surrounded the station firmly and lifted the head.

Everyone's eyes are like a torch, hot and bright.

They surrounded Hoffa and Osivia step by step.

Hoffa turned her head anxiously: "We should go!"

But Osivia didn't realize it, her voice was as cold as iron: "Hand it over."

Silby showed sarcasm and shook his head: "You give up, I won't let anyone into the library."

"Let's go!" Hoffa looked at those more and more The nearby silhouette yelled, "What are you rubbing against?"

Osivia: "Are you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Your father died to keep a secret , Do you think I would be afraid of death?" Silby said indifferently.

After he finished speaking, among the red-eyed crowd around, slowly separated a road. The man wearing a golden crown appeared at the train station. He raised a black gun and pointed it directly at the crowd. Silby in the center.

Following his movements, everyone around him raised their guns neatly.

Osivia turned her head and stared at the crowned man in the crowd, the hatred in her eyes was almost horrendous.

pa!! !

Her face suddenly crooked to the side with bright red five-fingerprints on it, Hoffa leaped high, and fiercely slapped the Senior Sister's face with a slap: "You are crazy!"

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He grabbed Osivia's collar abruptly: "Or you can't understand people, and you can't say something else?"

Osivia covered her face, He looked at Hoffa in disbelief, but his red eyes slowly regained his clarity.

At this moment, all the guns around opened fire.

She grabbed Hoffa's shoulders and violently fluctuated the magic power. Hoffa felt her whole body squeezed into a rubber tube, and a terrifying sense of suffocation came. Some stripped fragments whiz whiz whiz brushed past my ears.

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In the next second, the squeeze disappears.

Large bursts of salty air poured into the tip of Hoffa's nose.

When he opened his eyes again, Osivia took him to the beach in Barcelona, ​​away from the city.

Here, the sea breeze is gusting, and the sea is dotted with white sails. Seagulls screamed in the sky, and the blue water surged on the white sand.

The atmosphere is peaceful and quiet, in sharp contrast with the previous crazy chaos.

Hoffa is relaxed, gasping for breath, his heart is beating, peng peng is beating, he touches his forehead.

It's all cold sweat.

You can see the thick smoke rising in the city of Barcelona from a distance. Who can think of what kind of madness that city is going through.

Osivia, this woman is really crazy.

He looked towards witch and she was looking at herself in a daze. Hoffa had never seen that expression on her face.

It was a mixture of despair and helplessness, as well as complete confusion.

"Forget it, it's over." Hoffa sighed, "Go back to London and talk about it."

He grabbed Silby's arm on his shoulder and wanted to let him go. Back to the ground.

However, at this time. There was a hint of warmth on his shoulders. The warmth soaked his clothes.

Hoffa feels something is wrong.

He turned his head, Silby on his back was looking at himself with a smile. A lot of blood spilled out of his mouth.

The ominous premonition enveloped Hoffa like a tide.

He was a shivered, decisively placed Silby on the beach and leaned over to take a look.

Behind Silby, there are bullet holes.

That bullet hole close and numerous, completely beat him into a sieve.

Hoffa stood up abruptly, almost breathing out. Looking at his hands, the blood on the back of his hands was dazzling. He took two steps back, his head a little dizzy.

When is this...when?

A moment of Disapparation?

He seemed to remember something, and quickly squatted down and grabbed Silby.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

Silby shook his head twice and stared directly at Hoffa: "Thank you. ....."

Then, he stroked Hoffa's arm and fell on the beach with a plop, his eyes widening.

Blood diffused from under him, mixed with the sea tide, surging in the sea.

For a long time, Hoffa forgot to speak.