Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Three days later, Hoffa followed the directions of Fatir's map and came to a small riverside town. The streets were low and vertical, and several old internal combustion engine fishing boats were moored on the pier.

It's just that these fishing boats are already burning with a raging flame at this moment. Blowing black smoke. Countless ghost-like figures walked through the dark night sky, shaking their heads and shaking them. Some held bricks and smashed them repeatedly. I don't know what I am smashing.

Someone tore their body and walked on the street like an insensitive corpse.

There are also people who are like sardines. Wherever the school of fish swims, they swim wherever they go. They follow the big army, and they don't understand why they want to follow the big army.

The chaos and madness constantly eroded people's sanity and shocked Hoffa. He began to understand that everyone is the product of loneliness, but few people can really learn to get along with loneliness.

People invented entertainment, invented social, invented order, invented division of labor, invented all kinds of things, the crowd depends on the rules to keep warm, once the rules are stripped.

The whole world will fall into a primitive state of chaos and pain, which is probably what Grindelwald wants to see.

Now, under the attraction of that emptiness dragon, the hope of the entire world is collapsing in a chained state.

There is not much time left for him.

He looked at the map and strode through the chaotic and crazy crowd. Now, he can only hope that Norbert has not been affected by him.

???? He didn't go very far, he felt Ruoyuowu magic fluctuations, the fluctuation range was very weak.

???? Hoffa's eyes lit up. He was lucky. There were still wizards in this town. He followed the waves of magical power.

? Following the wave of magic, Hoffa came to an alley full of domestic garbage. Circles of broken neon lights were shining on the shops on the street, and the dirty water on the ground reflected the light of red and blue.

Above his head were densely packed, criss-crossed wires, and the walls were covered with psoriasis-like advertising signs. Seeing this kind of place, Hoffa couldn't help but think of the Wu's Orphanage.

???? A faint cry of Ruoruuowu came into Hoffa's ears.

???? "Let go of me! Let go of me..."

???? There was a crackling sound in the garbage dump, mixed with someone's cry. As soon as Hoffa turned the corner, he saw several boys about his age stuck in the garbage dump at the end of the alley, kicking something with their feet.

White saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths, their eyes flushed, and they looked crazy.

???? He slowly approached, and looked at the periphery, the children were actually attacking a tall adult. The man wore a shabby and dirty blouse, shivering and falling on the rain ground, shaking constantly. The rain on the ground has been mixed with a hint of pink.

???? "Monster, you are a monster..."

The first yellow-haired boy said frantically.

"Here..... Evil..."

The other kid said enthusiastically.

???? "...Let's kill him..."

A boy drew a knife: "I can't help it anymore."

"What's the hurry... let him die... very happy...?"

The yellow-haired boy stammered and said: "I...I don't want him to die, he is too evil..."

"Then what to do..."

"I'm going to cut his limbs into sections, and then save him. Haha."

He said, shaking his head and laughing.

???? "Makes sense."

A boy raised the blade and licked the blade madly, his mouth was full of blood. Then he raised the blade and was about to stab the body of the man who fell on the ground.

???? At the moment when the sharp blade pierced away, a claw-like hand grasped his wrist, making him immobile.

???? The big boy turned his head, only to find a strange boy about his age standing beside him. But before he could really see who the boy was, a hand knife fell on the back of his neck, knocking him softly and fainted.

Then, in less than three seconds, all four chaotic and crazy teenagers passed out. They fell to the ground like torn sacks.

????

???? Hoffa sighed and turned to look.

It was only then that he could see clearly which man shrank in the middle of the two trash cans with bruises all over his body. And the man was looking at himself with a pair of beetle-like brown eyes.

????the man?

???? A flash of lightning flashed, illuminating his face.

???? No, maybe it's not a man, because although this man is big, his face is surprisingly immature and fearful. That's right, he is the guy with magical fluctuations.

???? Hoffa looked at him for a while, always feeling a little familiar, so he stretched out his hand and said gently: "Hey, are you okay."

???? Ruber Hagrid looked at the juvenile who was still convulsing and foaming in the trash dump nearby, his head bowed sharply. He curled up in fear and said nothing.

???? "Are you okay?" Hoffa tilted his head. "You are a wizard, right?"

???? "I am not I am not..."

???? The big man covered his face in horror and stepped back, but behind him was a wall, unable to retreat.

Hoffa looked at the opponent's face carefully, similar to Norbert, a trace of long-term memory finally surfaced, and he understood the identity of the opponent. That magical animal fanatic, the most important supporting role in the future Harry Potter era.

He was not crazy yet, which gave Hoffa some hope. He stepped forward and asked softly:

"Nuobo is your father, right?"

It may be that his mental field is quite soft, or it may be that his tone is different from those crazy people. The big boy in front of him gradually calmed down.

He looked up into Hoffa's eyes and nodded slowly:

"Yes, it is."

????

Hoffa held Hagrid and said softly, "Let me meet your father, okay."

Ruber was taken aback for a moment, then curled his lips and said grievously.

"Father is crazy."

"Is it crazy..."

Hoffa murmured, and he didn't have too many surprises for this answer. On the way, he had seen too many people falling into madness. "It's okay, let me meet him."

Looking at the golden eyes under the gray hair, Hagrid nodded, and he got up from the ground and picked up a small paper bag. There are two small breads in a small paper bag. He collected the bread carefully, and then said to Hoffa.

"follow me."

Hoffa followed Hagrid as they passed through the crazy and chaotic town, through the dark burning woods, through the wheat field where the crows flew.

Finally, they came to an abandoned farm. As soon as he stood at the gate of the farm, Hoffa smelled a pungent smell of alcohol.

Pushing the door open, he saw a shaggy man lying on the tall straw stack. He was wrapped in a thick coat, and piles of discarded wine bottles were scattered around him.

It was Noble Hagrid, but the man's eyes were no longer in the summer vacation, and he was as aggressive as he saw him. Instead, chaos and exhaustion.

Seeing Hoffa coming, he glanced sideways numbly, and Hoffa was secretly surprised, the look in his eyes was the same as when he chose to die.

Hagrid stepped forward and took out two buns from his pocket, but Norbert pushed him away hard. Shouted loudly: "Where's the wine...Where's the **** wine...?"

"After drinking, I can't find it anymore."

Ruber whispered.

"Trash...go away!!"

Noble snarled and pushed him, but he rolled off a pile of wine bottles too hard. He didn't care, blindfolded, and turned on the ground for a long time, but the bottles were empty after turning for a long time. He became annoyed, and flopped around in the pile of bottles like a paddling water.

Hoffa looked around and saw half a bottle of wine in the closet, so he walked over and picked up the bottle. Walked to Norbert, bent over and handed it to him.

"It's you.....?"

Norbert drooled, glanced at him sideways, and then grabbed the bottle. He raised his head and took a sip of wine: "Do you know... who can go to heaven?...hiccup..."

Hoffa whispered: "People who are not allergic to alcohol."

"Haha, you're so smart, I knew you the **** kid is not easy."

Then he lay on the ground and kicked Hagrid's ankle.

"Fuck off...you don't have one yet...strangers look pleasing to the eye."

Hoffa pulled his shoulders and dragged him away. Then, he stood up, walked to the wronged boy, patted Hagrid's arm, and whispered, "Go out and wait for me."

Hagrid looked at the opponent with pure eyes. Although the opponent only had his own shoulders high, he had no reason to trust the man in front of him.

He nodded, turned his head and ran outside, stopped outside the haystack on the farm, and looked inside the house with his head.

Inside, Hoffa sat cross-legged beside Norbert.

"What the **** are you coming out?"

Norbert said with drunken eyes: "I **** thought...I thought you were locked up in Azkaban."

"A rebellion broke out in Azkaban and all the prisoners escaped," Hoffa said softly, "Grindelwald destroyed that place."

"So you ran out of the chaos? You are really clever."

Norbert took another sip: "Why, why are you looking for me? Revenge?"

Hoffa just looked at him without speaking.

"Don't **** look at me like that, kid."

Noble waved his hand needlessly and irritably: "If you were me at the time, you would also run there. Blame it, blame you for not apparating..."

"I didn't come to fight with you."

Hoffa interrupted him.

"Did you make that monster?"

Noble: "I made...what did I make?"

"The Dragon of Nothingness?"

"Nothingness... Dragon..."

Noble laughed, "...what are you talking about, can nothingness be made? Don't be kidding..."

He groaned a sip of the wine, threw the bottle, and then he lay on the ground on his back, about to go to sleep. Hoffa stretched his hand by the collar and pulled him up.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm going to stop it."

"Stop? You're over... the world is over, you don't know Grindelwald at all, you don't know how crazy he is in his bones."

Hoffa: "I didn't talk to you about Grindelwald, I was talking to you about the monster."

"monster!!"

Noble roared suddenly:

"What a **** monster, you keep saying that it's a monster. I'll tell you what the **** it is, that's reality, meaningless reality!

Fortunately, I have been researching for forty years, and fortunately, I have been researching bio-fusion technology for forty years. I was taken away before it took shape and made a wedding dress for others!

This is the hard work of my life, and now it has been taken away, what do you expect to get from me, my existence is worthless..."

Hoffa pressed his shoulders, trying to calm him down. Unexpectedly, this action aroused strong resistance from the other party.

"You **** dare to touch me! You little beast, if it weren't for you...how would I..."

Hoffa pressed Norbert firmly under his body and pressed his arm like a wounded beast.

"Don't think about it."

"Don't think about it!"

Norbert roared: "That was my forty years of hard work, don't you let me think about it? Don't you understand, we are just pawns played by others..."

"Do you remember that cabin?"

Hoffa asked.

"We are chess pieces!"

Norbert was still yelling sadly, "It's a **** pawn!"

"Do you remember that cabin?"

Hoffa increased the volume.

"What the **** do I remember in the cabin, you get out of here!"

Norber tried to push Hoffa away, his fingers touched a glass bottle, and he smashed Hoffa in the face.

boom! !

The bottle was smashed to pieces on Hoffa's face.

The liquor wets his hair and cheeks, but he hasn't even changed his expression. He held Norbert's palm and pulled off the bottle.

"Do you remember what you said to me?"

"What the **** did I say to you!?"

Noble struggled hard.

"People have to live like dragons!"

Hoffa held him tightly.

"The dragon doesn't care if it will die tomorrow, it doesn't care if it's eaten by a bigger dragon, it even **** with the male dragon who doesn't care about being afflicted by another dragon."

Hoffa pressed him tightly and said loudly: "The dragon only cares whether he can eat enough, whether he can cultivate enough offspring, and whether the offspring can survive."

"Go away! I didn't say it!"

Norbert struggled desperately, his muscles cramping.

"I don't remember, I don't remember!"

"You still have offspring, and your life goal has not been completed yet!"

Hoffa roared. He pointed to Ruber who was standing outside and said to his horrified face.

"Your son may make an extraordinary career in the future! Do you want to ruin his future right here?"

This sentence was like a sharp arrow hitting the point, and Nor did not move. His stiff body slowly relaxed.

Hoffa stood up, looked at Norbert lying in the pile of wine bottles, and took a few breaths: "Listen, I can help you become the top dragon trainer, but you have to act according to my plan."

In the end, Norbert covered his face and began to mourn like a beast, and he smashed the ground with his head heavily.

Hoffa didn't speak, he just stood aside, silently waiting, and silently observing.

Finally, with Hoffa’s company, he got rid of the anxiety of existence. After a painful struggle, Norbert got up, leaned back on the haystack, raised his head with a swollen nose and a swollen nose.

"What can you do?"