Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The dragon roared and swept across the sky, and the crowd ran in the city like crazy, but they couldn't see the dragon.

In the absurd city, they shed tears, they collapsed, they faced their inner loneliness, they were miserable, they could not vent their emotions, they either went crazy in silence or died in carnival.

A week later. On the hillside of an unknown seaside town, Hoffa woke up from his nightmare, his face was pale, and his back hurt under the dilapidated wooden bed.

After a while, his golden binoculars returned to focus.

At this moment, a week or so has passed since the crazy experience of Hogwarts. During this week, the imaginary dragon flying around the world and his soul link made Hoffa have been experiencing nightmares and hallucinations.

He could dream of the other party's location, the other's thoughts, and the other's behavior, just as Harry often dreamed of Voldemort, even more frequently and crazily.

He sat up on the wooden bed and heard the sound of Ruowu talking from the hillside outside the door.

"Will he do anything?"

"He is in good health, just like a bull."

Hoffa got up and walked out slowly with bare feet. It turned out that in the early morning sunlight, Fatir and Aglaia were talking by the fire, with two strings of fish stuck in the fire.

"I'm not asking about his body, I mean..."

Aglaia pointed to his head and asked Fatir softly.

"Very few people die more than twice."

Fatir fiddled with the campfire and said casually: "Unless that person loses hope completely."

"That's it..."

Aglaia saw Hoffa standing by the wooden door and chose to shut up.

Fatir also saw Hoffa, and he nodded slightly at him.

"Yo, wake up."

"I'll get tea."

Aglaia said, she glanced at Hoffa and walked around behind the house.

After she left, Hoffa stepped on the snow on the ground and slowly came to the campfire on the hillside and said hello.

"Hi."

"Did you sleep well?"

Fatir asked without looking up.

"Ok."

Hoffa nodded and sat on the rock.

Putting his hand on the fire, he looked at this man who hadn't seen him a few times since school started.

The guilt and anxiety in his heart are hard to express. Just a week ago, he almost killed the other party's daughter.

But obviously Fatir didn't mean to entangle the past, he straightforwardly pulled out a newspaper from behind and handed it to Hoffa. Hoffa took a look, and the content in the newspaper was shocking.

In the black-and-white magic photo, a group of people crowded in the city with oil paint on their faces, smashing like a barbarian crazy, including muggles and wizards. The tsunami generally smashed the burning objects in their hands against tall buildings and cars.

Among them, some people even put their faces close to the camera and shouted frantically, "God is dead!"

With laughter, the reporter holding the camera was overwhelmed by the chaotic crowd.

Hoffa tightened his fingers and put down the newspaper.

"This country is close to collapse, and a large number of people die from suicide and homicide every day."

Fattier said softly, "No one cares about the rules anymore, Hogwarts closed and Gringotts went bankrupt.

Grindelwald wants to destroy the cornerstone of the entire British society, and his goal is being realized step by step. "

After a pause, he said: "I have been here for too long. The next step in Grindelwald must be other infrastructure, which may be Azkaban or St. Mungo's Magic Hospital.

Aglaia and I are leaving here today. We are going to stop Grindelwald and make a break with him. "

At this moment, Aglaia turned around from behind holding a small cup. She heard Fatir's words and couldn't help exclaiming: "Father..."

But Fatir ignored her, he looked at Hoffa straightforwardly:

"That emptiness dragon must also be stopped. It walks in the Muggle world of chaos and emptiness. It is the source of everything. If he does not disappear, despair and pain will always cover the world."

Aglaia sighed, and she walked to Hoffa and handed him a cup of hot pine needle tea.

Hoffa took it gratefully and took a sip, slightly bitter, but boiling hot.

"Do you want me to defeat that dragon?" he asked softly.

Fatir didn't answer, just looked at him.

"I do not know what to do."

Hoffa put down the newspaper. "I'm not sure if I can beat it."

"If anyone can defeat that monster, it must be you." Fatir said:

"It is a monster born from you. Only you can understand its motives and its weaknesses, right?"

Hoffa took a branch and fiddled with the campfire in front of him. After a long silence, he suddenly turned his head:

"Its body."

"what?"

"It does own part of my soul, but its body is not mine. I want to know who made its body."

"If it's just physical life, I think it must be the work of Norber Hager. He used alchemy to extract the lives of other dragons and fuse them into a monster."

"Noble Hagrid?"

Hoffa was taken aback, thinking of his strange adventure during the summer vacation. The wanted criminal with a beard.

"Knoberhager created another body of mine?"

"Yes, speaking of it, I saw him once before."

Fatir took a note from his pocket and handed it to Hoffa:

"If you want to find him, you can follow this map to find him. I left a magic beacon on him last time, but I don't have time to find him again."

Hoffa looked at the note and thought of the scene in the summer vacation when Norbert finally left him and left alone. That guy, did he really make another himself?

At this moment, Fatir finished his cup of tea. Standing up, "Life is very difficult, I think you will have to face him sooner or later."

Hoffa put away the note, "I understand."

"Very good." Fatir nodded in satisfaction.

Turned around and patted Aglaia on the shoulder: "If there is anything I want to say, hurry up, we are going to leave soon."

After speaking, he walked down the hillside and disappeared into the whirling shrubs, leaving only Hoffa and Aglaia by the winter campfire, facing each other.

Aglaia looked at Hoffa, and seemed to have a lot to say to him, but they only exchanged glances with each other, and then they knew what the other was thinking, and now they couldn't back up.

In the end, she couldn't say any wonderful words, just looked at Hoffa: "You are good, don't do stupid things."

Hoffa nodded, "I understand."

After eating a simple breakfast, Fatir left Hoffa with Aglaia. They rode on the dragon and disappeared into the sky.

At this moment, he was sitting alone by the campfire, facing the ocean in the distance, and opened the paper like a navigation map that Fatir had handed him.

On the paper, an arrow pointed to the Hebrides Islands in the distance.

After confirming his position, he silently turned and embarked on an unknown journey. This is the second time he has performed the mission about Norbert, but this time, it is no longer for adventure and excitement, but for his own salvation.

......

......

North Sea Island, Azkaban Prison.

On the ground, blood was winding and flowing, scattered with gravel and batons, the bodies of countless jailers fell to the ground, some of their limbs were twisted into twists, and some of their heads were knocked open. Even some bodies were torn in half abruptly.

A silver dragon patron saint occupies a high place in the dungeon, and its cold eyes look around. Such a scene does not seem to cause any fluctuations in it. The dementor of Azkaban shrank and wandered in the corner under the light of the patron saint.

Countless groups of prisoners wearing blue and white striped prison uniforms gathered under the patron saint of the dragon. They raised their heads, and their bodies were covered with still warm blood.

Unexpectedly, they all remained silent.

There was a clinking percussion in Nuo Da's prison. It was the sound of the joints and the iron railing.

A man with pale hair stroked the cold iron railing with his slender fingers, tapping the iron face.

His right hand dragged a man with a bruised nose and a swollen face. The man was wearing a black cloak and was the warden of Azkaban.

thump!

The warden rolled down the steps to the ground, surrounded by countless prisoners who had been depressed for several years.

The warden looked up and saw the intertwined expressions of anger and worship in the eyes of the prisoners, but the enthusiasm was as hideous as a beast. This scene almost made him faint.

Grindelwald stood on a high place and scanned for a week:

"Prison, a special product of human civilization, a machine that robs time and hope. You are imprisoned here for murder, looting, treason, and violence. From a moral point of view, you are all incurable thugs. , The prisoner.

But in my opinion, these morals are rules, all rules are lies, there is only one rule in the world. There should only be a rule, the survival of the fittest. "

The prisoners rioted.

Grindelwald: "I have a natural liking for those who dare to break the rules. We are humans, and the original sin of humans exists in everyone. And sometimes, humans do not have the right to make a choice... Huh?"

He finished speaking slowly, and applause resounded like thunder and lightning in the prison. The enthusiasm and hope in their eyes are even greater. It is the look in the eyes of the Savior.

The applause was about to cease, and an angry and furious curse rang out from the ground:

"Crazy!! Monster!! Devil!!!"

It turned out that the warden roared. He struggled to prop up his body and pointed at Grindelwald and cursed: "You wait, someone will come to clean you up..."

"I will prove it to you."

Grindelwald interrupted him slowly, slowly but firmly: "That is-the warden. In the face of certain times, he will become like you."

He snapped his fingers.

"Schmidt."

In the shadows in the distance, another man walked out step by step. He was tall and wore heavy fetters. He looked at Grindelwald with tears and respect in his eyes.

Grindelwald said indifferently: "It's time to dedicate myself."

"Yes."

Schmidt said, he stepped forward and squatted down in front of the collapsed warden. Tuck a handful of sharpened iron pieces into the hands of the warden.

The warden looked at the iron piece in his hand with a stunned look.

Grindelwald: "Vincent Warden, you have two choices. One is to kill Schmidt, so that you can join us and continue to live in this absurd world. The other is to be mine Kill friends."

"I XX you, eat shit! Do you think I will listen to you?" the warden roared.

"You only have five seconds, and Rutrov will give you five seconds to kill him."

"You are an anti-social lunatic, a lunatic!"

The warden cursed breathlessly: "It is destined to be nailed to the shame of the wizard forever."

Grindelwald remained unmoved and stretched out a palm: "5,"

The countdown begins.

The warden trembled and stared at Grindelwald.

Schmidt Rutrof knelt on one knee full of affection, looking at Grindelwald.

"4," Grindelwald put a finger away.

"Mad...you crazy..."

The warden was breathing fast, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"3,"

Grindelwald put a finger away again, countdown indifferently like a machine.

"3!!!"

All the prisoners stared at the two people in the field with wide-eyed eyes. They breathed quickly and clenched their fists. They couldn't help but start the countdown with Grindelwald, and their voices resounded throughout the prison.

The warden looked at the iron piece in his hand.

"You...you are mentally ill!"

The warden trembled like chaff, and cold sweat came out from every corner of his body.

"2."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, grinned with a smile, and almost put away the last finger after him.

"1."

At this moment, the invisible pressure is like the last straw that crushes the camel.

The warden struggled to get up, and a sharp iron piece was inserted into Rutrov's neck, who was kneeling on the ground. Between the spurts of blood, the ground was instantly flushed with stains.

The iron piece was pulled out, and the warden looked at the red iron piece in his hand, and then looked at Lutrov who was standing still. For a time, two trembled, the iron piece fell to the ground. Under the tremendous pressure, he collapsed on his knees and cried loudly.

Grindelwald bent down and touched Rutrof's cheek with his hand. "You are the best angel."

Schmidt Rutrov smiled and fell to the ground. He died of anger.

Grindelwald straightened up, not looking at the warden on his knees, nor the dying Schmidt Rutrov. He stared into the void, stubborn and arrogant.

this moment.

The tsunami-like cheers resounded through the prison, like a paradise lost in the last days. In this dark cage for so long, no one wants to stay here anymore.

The screaming continued for less than a second, then stopped.

Grindelwald raised a finger and said calmly:

"I decided to take some people out of here to do something more meaningful. However, if you want to go out with me, there are conditions."

With a wave of Grindelwald's finger, and with a loud bang, all the steel bars on the prison flew out, and they scattered all over the place in front of the prisoners.

Grindelwald looked around for a week, stepped over Schmidt's corpse, and the crowd spun into two rows. He said lightly:

"Only half of the people here can go out. I only want the best people. As a passport to freedom, find your opponent and kill your opponent."

After speaking, he strolled through the prisoner without squinting.

Only the group of prisoners behind him looked at each other.

In the end, I don't know who rushed to the ground first and hit the iron rod. This action ignited the fuse of explosives, pushing the entire prison into complete disorder and madness.