Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Seeing Fatir's sudden madness, Hoffa took a step back involuntarily. What a crazy plan to go back fifty years to kill the underage Grindelwald.

"As long as you kill him, let alone Aglaia will not die, even this wizarding war will not happen."

Fatir became more and more excited as he spoke, and he began to turn around in the house, "Those mediocre people say that I have nothing to do, how can they know my true thoughts, one by one, fearing him like a tiger, and grouping together one by one. There is no one who really takes action to keep warm."

"Then...what will happen to her?"

Hoffa stammered.

"Who?"

Fatir turned his head in a frenzy, frowning and asked.

"K, Chloe, Chloe, what will happen to her? She can only take people until three days ago."

There was a dead silence in the Minister of Magic’s room. After a while, Fatir slowly sat back in his chair, picked up a quill and turned it around:

"She? What will happen to her?" He chewed Hoffa's words and asked, "What do you care about this?"

"Her blood."

Hoffa said, "Her blood is the source of the magic runaway. You have to go back fifty years ago. How much blood do you need!?"

Fatir calmed down from the previous enthusiasm. He sat back at the table and looked at Hoffa displeased: "What do you mean?"

"If you want to go back fifty years ago, it is estimated that a hundred of her blood will not be enough for you to draw."

"Oh, you worry about this."

Fatir exhaled and smiled, "Don't worry about it. I haven't achieved nothing this year. I have made a machine that can double her strength. I believe that as long as she drains her blood, it is absolutely possible. Reached the point of fifty years backwards.

Previously, I wanted to do it myself, but since you are here, I even want you to help me do it. After all, Grindelwald is probably not your opponent at your age. "

"What about her, will she die?"

boom! !

Fatir suddenly grabbed an ink bottle on the table and slammed it hard at Hoffa. The ink bottle smashed into Hoffa’s face. The fragments penetrated into the skin. The dark ink mixed with blood slowly settled on Hoffa’s stunned face. Slowly shed.

Fatir's face that had just eased completely collapsed. He squinted those blue eyes like Aglaia, looked at Hoffa, and gritted his teeth: "Are you worried about her death?"

Hoffa did not answer, letting ink and blood looted him.

After smashing the ink bottle, Fatir leaned back on the chair and smiled coldly, "You want to know so, then I tell you. She will die, for sure, under that high-intensity space-time ability, she will inevitably die, physically. My soul and soul will all be swallowed up by my time machine. However, just by sacrificing one person, you can win the war and stop all evil. This business is extremely cost-effective to anyone."

Listening to Fatier, Hoffa had no idea what to say. At this moment, he seemed to see another Grindelwald.

He seemed to see Dumbledore being forced by Grindelwald to sacrifice himself to preserve the overall situation.

He seemed to see Grindelwald standing in front of him in the darkness and saying to Dumbledore when he was in the third grade: "If you can eliminate the ultimate evil and sacrifice one or two people, what is it?"

"No, Fatir, this can't be done."

He was agitated, touched the shards of glass on his face, threw himself back, and held Fatir's table, "There must be another way! Believe me, there must be another way."

"You love her, do you love that nun?"

Fatir’s decadent blue eyes were sharp as a sharp knife at this moment: "If I was not catching her, but a tramp who was just looking for me on the street, would you still stand in front of me at this moment!?"

He squinted, got up from the chair, stepped on his table, and walked towards Hoffa step by step, but Hoffa could only step back.

"My daughter saved you when you were most helpless, did you return her like this? Huh."

"In just one year, you turned around and had a new love."

Every sentence of Fatier hit Hoffa's heart like a sledgehammer, "I read you wrong, Bach, you are mean, shameless, and ungrateful. You dare to say that you never killed anyone when you were in France. Do you dare to say that you sent that nun all the way back without killing anyone?"

"That's my fault!"

Hoffa said bitterly: "I didn't understand at the time! I didn't understand sacrifice and love. I have been lost under the impermanent fate."

He was pale, but didn’t step back, but grabbed Fatir’s arm: “But I’ve become more and more aware that the more people I kill, the more like Grindelwald I will be. One day I will Become like him!"

"What does it matter? In this cruel world, there is no right or wrong at all. The only thing is equivalent exchange. If you want to get one thing, you have to sacrifice another thing! Do you understand? Hoffa .Bach!!"

"I understand, I understand too much."

Hoffa said painfully: "But I understand better that if we really do this, nothing will change in the end, everything will be the same as before."

"Do you dare to say what is the difference with someone who has lost everything!?"

Fatir snarled and pressed Hoffa against the wall with his backhand, "My family is everything to me. Even if I go to hell, I have to bring her back. This is the difference!"

The throat was grasped by his hands, and Hoffa's eyes were a little red. He coughed and said with difficulty: "I...no father and no mother. She is the first friend I know. You are by no means the only one who has lost everything."

"Then help me!!!"

Fatir roared, slobbering and pressing Hoffa: "Then help me, kill those who dare to stop me, and let my plan go smoothly!"

Hoffa's lips were white, looking at Fatir's completely distorted face under his silver hair, his heart was like a knife twist, and his pain was almost uncontrollable. He shook his head: "I can't do it, Fatir... ..." He squeezed Fatir's hand tightly, and his voice was already pleading: "There must be other ways, you calm down."

"There is no other way, Bach. Nothing can change fate except time. I ask you one last time, can you help me?"

The faces of the two people were very close, but an invisible gully appeared between them, like the Great Rift Valley tearing the earth apart, like the Mariana Trench, the deepest seabed, that is bottomless.

With Hoffa's speechlessness, Fatir's face changed from fury and hope to a complete coldness.

He slowly loosened Hoffa’s collar and took two steps back slowly, his azure blue eyes were covered with deep exhaustion and numbness. Even though he still had an extremely young appearance, he looked like a man at this moment. The old old man.

"If that's the case, then you go."

He said lightly.

Hoffa took one step forward, the next second.

Boom! !

Accompanied by a blow that almost shakes the mountain.

Fatir's desk turned into dust, and countless documents waiting to be reviewed on the desk exploded like a grenade, and exploded into flying debris.

Among the flying papers, an invisible beast hit Hoffa's chest heavily. Directly against him, smashed him into the wall. He flew backwards, and then ran through four or five walls in a row before it was able to stop.

Countless head-sized rubble fell rumblingly. This unprepared blow caused the bone fracture to be almost unpredictable. Before he even had time to transform his body into steel, the invisible beast exerted its force again, in a rubble ruin. Among them, he bit his thigh and threw him up high.

Ghost walk!

Hoffa in midair entered the ghost walk.

In the gray shadow world, the dragon-shaped beast that ran when he saw itself before, now his eyes turned red, and his entire body was more than doubled.

Its transparent body bit its own thigh, pushing itself madly and ran forward, plowing cracks after another on the ground.

boom! !

Break through a wall again.

It directly smashed the wall leading to the elevator shaft against Hoffa in the shadow, and its two extremely hard heads smashed directly through the iron fence of the Ministry of Magic elevator and came out of midair.

Hoffa looked at the bottomless elevator under him, and then at his chest, his chest was gone, as if he had only one head and half of his chest suspended in the elevator shaft out of thin air.

"Damn it, Fatir..."

He gritted his teeth and raised his head from a semi-suspended state. The three-ring scar on his chest was as bright as a torch. His arm returned to its original shape with a click. The wound quickly healed. He held the transparent beast's mouth and entered the world of shadows at the same time. .

In the shadow world, the dragon-shaped beast bit his thigh, and the long kiss directly swallowed his lower body directly into his mouth.

Crackling, his hands pressed hard.

The huge deformation force made him abruptly break the mouth of the dragon of shadow, he bent over, stepped on its jaw and stood up.

Afterwards, he saw deep in the gray and transparent throat, a burst of energy quickly gathered, emitting a dazzling white light.

Roar! !

Invisible flames spouted from the mouth of the shadow dragon, hitting the boy holding its mouth. The high temperature caused the air to fluctuate like water ripples. Hoffa’s exquisite suit bought on Savile Street was caught in a blink of an eye. The scorching rags.

He stepped on the lower jaw of the dragon of shadow and exerted force on his legs.

Boom! !

The fire-breathing beast lost its balance and was trampled straight down by a huge force. He fell into the deep elevator shaft and disappeared, but with the help of this reaction force, Hoffa rushed back out of the elevator shaft.

In the smashed elevator shaft, a sign was lying on the ground. He bent down and quickly clicked on the sign with his finger.

Second floor, Magic Law Enforcement Department

Third floor, Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters

The sixth floor, Department of Magical Transportation

The seventh floor, Department of Magical Sports

The ninth floor, the Department of Mysteries,

"The Department of Mysteries, the Department of Mysteries, Nico Lemay... at the bottom..."

Hoffa quickly determined where he was going. Fatir had lost his mind under crazy obsession. He had to find Chloe first, and then talk to him slowly.

At the same time, the walls of the Ministry of Magic that were smashed through by the dragon of shadow are like the time of the healing of flesh and blood going backwards, and they become complete again when the broken rocks dance.

"Sizzle, click, click, click, click"

Accompanied by dense voices, gargoyles crawled over from the ceiling, each of them the size of three adults, and their eyes shone with a terrifying blue light.

He didn't dare to hesitate, and jumped into the broken elevator shaft.

As soon as I jumped down, countless gargoyles stuck their heads in, crowded in the broken elevator entrance, making their scalp numb. I saw those gargoyles raising their marble-carved arms, appearing in each arm. A javelin.

Click! !

Hoffa, who fell in midair, looked back and raised his hand to death and a finger.

In the loud noise, a red light turned threefold, the elevator shaft was shining brightly, and the heads of countless gargoyles were concentrated like the curse of lightning. The heads of hundreds of gargoyles were blown into flying ash in an instant under the extremely high temperature. Slowly falling.

Hoffa hadn't waited for a sigh of relief.

When he fell extremely fast, he instantly stopped in midair.

Hundreds of javelins pierced through the four walls, like a tomb trap, directly piercing the fallen him into a sieve, one eyeball was pierced, the intestines were stabbed out, blood raged, and the elevator shaft was completely turned into a sieve. Shura Field.

"Fuck!!"

He cursed in his heart.

At this time, he was convinced that Fatir really wanted to kill himself. Even in this situation, he couldn't believe that this was what his former teacher and best friend's father did to him.

The rows of javelins were deformed, each with sharp tines. Hoffa's whole body was almost numb in pain, and even at night, his body's recovery speed was somewhat unable to keep up with the speed of destruction.

This wasn't over yet, the elevator shaft squeezed toward the middle from all directions, and the Ministry of Magic at this moment seemed to have come alive, turning into a beast that chose people and devoured them.

As he was about to be squeezed into meat sauce, Hoffa, unable to move, looked over the elevator shaft with his only remaining eye. Across the cascading floors of the Ministry of Magic and countless protective magic, he still saw the moon in the sky. Outside the Ministry of Magic, it was the darkest moment of night.

He heard the murmur of the night **** again: After a dream, listen to your singing in the dark, eight beasts, sinking into the Forgotten River in the underworld, the holy nails penetrate the flesh and blood of sinners, and a prayer is given to the immortal bird. ......

He lowered his eyes, and the three rings on his chest grew to his entire upper body. Four blood-red wings grew out of his back. He flicked his wings. Amidst the red feathers dancing and countless steel piercings, he tore his body apart. The ugly and terrifying flesh and blood transformed into countless flying nightingales. They were dexterous. Passing through the dense steel nails, flying to the ground accompanied by sweet singing, recombined into a complete gray-haired and golden-eyed boy.

Hoffa looked at his undamaged hands in astonishment, and then at the dense steel thorn traps on top of him. After he was terrified, he secretly cried out mystery. The feeling of communicating with the gods at the moment of life and death was really like that. Those believers who pray to God before death.

However, he didn't have the time to think about the relationship between the gods and himself. Chloe's life and death haunted him. He leaned against the wall and walked sideways in the dark corridor.

It didn't take long before he came to a dark round room.

The Department of Mysteries is at the bottom of the Ministry of Magic. Fifty years later, the prophecy orb was stored here, which led to Tom Riddle's massive invasion, and it was also the place where Harry's godfather Sirius died. Thinking of Sirius' death, a thick vagueness flooded Hoffa's heart.