Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

English channel.

The deck of the battleship Scharnhorst.

A row of crew members and a group of children knelt on the ground holding their heads, and behind them stood a group of heavily armed soldiers with guns. The strong sea breeze passed, and the ropes and iron pieces on the helmets on the soldiers' heads clinked and made a pleasant sound.

"one two three four five six seven......"

A pair of black boots stepped in front of them. He counted as he stepped on it, counting to the end, and counting from end to beginning, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

The middle of the deck.

Mullermans sat on a chair, expressionless, looking darkly at the kneeling sailors and the men he counted. The inattentive voice gave him a headache. These **** wizards are so stupid that they can be solved in two lines with a glance, but they have to form a long line. God knows if they have studied mathematics.

"Seven eight ninety eleven twelve..."

The voice drew him into the whirlpool of memory, and he remembered the black robe rustling in front of him, and the pale hair of the owner of the robe.

It was a cold winter three years ago, and he was ordered to set off from Munich's elite troops to perform a special mission in Berlin. He vaguely remembered the hundreds of people he saw when he got off the Opel truck.

And in that dark hall, Grindelwald did the same, counting the number of people carelessly, he still remembered the other party’s icy fingers slashing across his forehead, like an ice skate, counting while scribing, one or two. Three four five six seven eight.

Counting from the beginning to the end, no one wanted to look directly at his face, only to hear his voice floating in the dark night sky.

"...I don't care if you are Muggles or wizards. However, before choosing people, I want to know the quality of your souls."

The guy casually said: "Thieves, robbers can talk about souls. Porters, boat guilds talk about souls, wealthy businessmen, politicians talk about souls, warriors, killers talk about souls, Muggles and wizards talk about souls. But what is a soul? , Who can answer me?"

The long line was silent under his cold fingers.

"No one answers, it seems that it is too early to awaken. The flowers living in the greenhouse will not understand what a soul is, let alone a soul. Only when a person has nothing, can he understand what a soul is, but life is suffering. When you are humble, you can touch the essence of the soul. I think everyone has the potential to awaken their soul, and the key to this potential is pain, no pain, no soul, so...in order to find what I want The one..."

He took out the black wand and smiled slightly.

"Drill into the wrist bones."

The red light flashed by.

"My lord." The call from the side awakened Mans from his memory. He slowly raised his head: "Is the count clear?"

"Thirty-seven people."

He whispered.

"There are only thirty-seven people."

"Yes it is."

"Where did they find it?"

"No, we searched all places in a radius of twenty nautical miles, including the bottom of the sea, but did not find any traces of Le May and Bach."

"That's it..." He sighed and said to himself: "For the price of two association wizards, thirty-seven Muggles were caught. How stupid I am."

"What should I do next?" the man next to him asked anxiously.

"Go directly to the British mainland to prevent Le May from absconding before us."

"No, I mean what about Aldo and Anker?"

The question of the black robe made Mans frown. He stood up and walked to the edge of the deck, looking at the vast ocean and rolling white clouds in the distance, and was silent. The group of captured Muggles trembled slightly beside him, like wooden boards in the waves, not knowing where their fate was.

"Let them go." Mans finally said, "We have tried our best. Even if we can't find it, we must keep the loss within an acceptable range."

After he finished speaking, the black robe beside him looked at him motionlessly.

"Why, didn't you hear my order?"

"Mr. Mans, I have to remind you." Black Robe leaned over and said, "Aldo is okay, but Anker, Anker belongs to the Kleist family, it is the most famous in Europe. One of the wizarding giants, their family is not only in the wizarding world, even in the Muggle field, it is very famous. Anker's father is one of the top leaders of the association. If you can't find him, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid my life will be unsafe, right?"

"Probably."

......

......

The bizarre and changeable dreams once again exceeded Anker's expectations. The cave just now was still crumbling, and in a blink of an eye it was complete. There is not even a gap in it.

He touched the wall and murmured: "Do you still have some reason?"

Hoffa wanted to dream that it would be a ghost if he wanted to make sense.

Although seeing Anker deflated, he felt a little dark in his heart, but the real uneasiness in his heart could not be dispelled.

It's been almost two days, and he doesn't even know where his entity is now. It may be floating on the sea, or it may have been caught by someone else.

The worst part is that he still has no way to store even the slightest amount of magic power, and he has no control over the current bad situation.

Chloe suddenly shouted behind him: "Hey, you two, look over here!"

The two turned around and saw Chloe pointing to the ground with a look of confusion. They walked to the place where Aldo had fallen, and saw another path appeared five meters away.

The path is in the shape of a hole, and inside is a broken ladder all the way down. It is black and deep, like a dog hole that leads directly to hell. A slight breeze blew out from inside, blowing on the three blank faces, making the three sober people in the cave confused.

Anker swallowed, "Why does the underground blow out? This, what does this mean."

Hoffa: "You ask me, who am I asking? But depending on the situation, there is something that wants us to go down."

He grabbed a stone and threw it inside. The stone made a pleasant sound of ding, ding, dong, dong, and was gone forever, with no intention of touching the bottom.

"I refuse." Anker didn't think about it. "God knows what's down there."

"No one is pushing you down." Hoffa stepped back and sat next to Chloe, his expression looking calm.

"Humph."

Anker also sat down, and he looked at the inexplicable opening of the cave with great concentration, and looked at Hoffa on the side with a gloomy look, his eyes turned around.

In this cave less than 30 square meters, Chloe couldn't help but grab the arm of the boy next to her. She was really scared.

Feeling the tense palm on his elbow made Hoffa feel uncomfortable. If it is normal, he is very happy that Chloe finally admits his counsel and is willing to reconcile with himself, but now, what is the meaning of reconciliation.

After sitting for a while, Anker stood up anxiously. He looked at Aldo, who was still in a comatose bitterly, "There is no way out just sitting here." He repeated, "We have to find a way to leave."

Hoffa sat cross-legged by the fire and said calmly, "I didn't force you to stay here either."

"Is this your cooperative attitude?"

"I didn't force you to cooperate with me either."

"Okay, okay. Are you and this Miss Lemay going to sit here and wait for death?"

"That's not bad, I think at least she is pretty, and she won't lose money for my funeral."

(The hand on the arm is released)

Anker hated the itching of his teeth. Because the hole was dark, Hoffa couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only hear the creaking of his teeth, but he guessed that the opponent's forehead was already exposed, but he had already figured out the other party. Thoughts.

"Anker, no matter what you say, I won't take the initiative to go down and find the way for you." Hoffa said softly, "Besides, I remember that our agreement just now was for you to collect information, and I will find a way to take you. Go out, right?"

"you...!?"

"Or you just said it casually."

Anker's face changed and changed. Finally, he stretched out a fist and grinned and said: "Guess the boxing, this is the fairest way. Whoever loses will go down to find the way."

Hoffa smiled: "No."

"You fucking..." Anker strode towards Hoffa.

"Anker."

"What are you doing?"

"Have you ever thought about something? How would Aldo think of you if he wakes up later? I can't go out for a while, but at least for now, in this small group of us, you may change I have to be helpless."

Anker stopped, he took a deep look at him, and the murderous intent in his eyes almost burst out.

"You won, Bach."

He stretched out his hand to pull a torch from the fire and strode towards the entrance of the cave. When he reached the entrance of the cave, he said coldly: "In that case, I will go and see the road. I hope you will still be safe when I come back. Live in the cave."

After speaking, he walked down the black hole stairs without looking back.

Hoffa lay on the edge of the hole, watching the guy holding the torch disappear into the darkness, and he was relieved.

"Go," he said to Chloe.

This was the first time he had sat alone with Chloe in a few days, and if he didn't count the Aldo who passed out, he thought they needed to talk.

Chloe sat by the fire, looking at him coldly, "Is it fun to calculate?"

He just angered the nun about the funeral. Even in such a weird and changeable environment, she didn't have a good face. Maybe she hadn't planned to reconcile with him from the beginning.

Hoffa: "Are you still angry with me?"

Chloe: "I have any reason not to be angry with you?"

Hoffa: "Don't you feel ashamed, if you weren't so impulsive at the time, I would have tried so hard?"

"Okay, it's my fault, it's all my fault." Chloe turned his head away, puffed up.

"It's great that you can think so."

Hoffa replied, not salty or indifferent, not wanting to quarrel with her, just looking at the cave where Anker disappeared.

For some reason, he was faintly worried.

If it were in a normal world, then he would have liked the black robe of the Imperial Wizarding Association to die, and die as many as they came. These people are all running dogs of Grindelwald.

Especially Anker, this guy had an attitude of putting himself to death when they first met. Even in this case, what he thinks is that a dead fellow is not dead and a poor way.

But at this moment, he more or less expected Anker to return safely, and then told himself that this was a door to the real world.

After thinking about it, he felt that he was really stupid. The probability of this kind of thing happening was about the same as that of Tom Riddle when he grew up doing charity, and Chloe became a chainsaw massacre.

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