Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"How is his situation?"

(Vaguely, Hoffa heard someone ask so curiously, he tried to move, but he couldn't move)

"It has something to do with you?" Someone said impatiently.

"It's strange." Some women said so.

"Why is it strange?"

"When he was sent in the morning, we had already diagnosed him with third-degree severe burns. Almost all of his skin was burned. It was almost a breath away, but at night... he seemed to be just... ..."

(Hoffa feels itchy skin, so he struggles)

"What does it look like?"

"It seems that there are only first-degree mild burns..." The woman replied in a bewildered manner: "It's obviously been less than twelve hours, how come...?"

"Well, Metz, you are observing very carefully, but-forget everything."

The spell flashed, and Hoffa opened his eyes. What he saw was the pitch-black ceiling and the dripping bottles on his hand. In the dark room under the moonlight, there were scattered bottles and jars everywhere, which was abnormally crowded. An old man held a magic wand and pointed at a witch standing next to him. The witch looked sluggish and looked ignorant just after waking up.

He raised his arm, but felt that his whole body was almost tied tightly. Upon closer inspection, he found that he had been tied into a mummy, lying on an iron bed.

After thinking about it for a moment, he understood what happened. A wizard set a fire in his theater. Not only did it set the fire, he also blasted his theater into the sky. I wanted to put out the fire but unfortunately it was daytime, and I was taken to the hospital after I fell into the fire.

Thinking of the thousands of civilians who came to see the party in his theater, he was still in the mood to continue lying down, he did not hesitate to pull the tube on his arm, and tore off all the **** bandages on his body.

The sound of the bandage breaking attracted the old man holding his wand. He immediately put away the wand and came to the bedside in three steps.

Hoffa saw him clearly and became even more disgusted. A wrinkled face plus a few sparse hairs, trembling fingers-it was Nico Lemay.

"It's you again?" he asked impatiently.

"it's me."

"Where is this?"

"My basement."

"Stay and go!"

He pushed Nicole Maya away, tore up the bandage on his own, took a set of clothes from the hanger and put it on his head, lifted his leg and walked out.

"Boy, where are you going again?"

Nicol LeMay tried to hold him, but he ignored him. He was reluctant, and chased up with his crutches: "You can't go back to that theater now, you must not go back."

"Why?" Hoffa looked at Nicole LeMay in a negative way: "I should have warned you not to follow me, right?"

"I won't follow you, now you are all burned to ashes." He paused annoyed with his crutches: "I'm really invincible. I never saw a blood family who could survive roasting on a fire during the day. You can Thank me!"

Hoffa stopped, his expression softened slightly.

Nico LeMay sighed, turned around and pushed the sluggish witch out of the door, and then closed the door with a bang. Take out a radio from the corner, put it in front of Hoffa, turn the switch a few times, and a sizzling broadcast streamed from the radio:

"C Evening News, it is reported that at 6 o'clock this morning, a fire broke out in a theater in Soho, London, causing a lot of damage to surrounding buildings. Fortunately, no one was killed. Only one man was injured. At present, the injured man has been injured. Sent to the hospital, the specific cause of the fire is still under investigation. The preliminary judgment is that the electricity is used carelessly. I hope everyone will be cautious when using electricity..."

The hostess on the Muggle radio finished reading the manuscript without much ups and downs, and began to report some news about the weather and current events, but Hoffa felt something was wrong with it.

No one died?

One person was injured.

He clearly watched thousands of people turn into ashes in the sea of ​​flames last night, how could no one die? After such a horrific event similar to 9/11, no one cared about whether the world was crazy or he was crazy.

At this time, Nicole LeMay tuned the radio to the Magic Channel again: "...At 6 o'clock in the morning this morning, a large number of Muggles disappeared on the bar street in Soho, London. It was initially determined to be a teleportation magic station. To, the perpetrator is unknown, and the number of missing is unknown. Disaster Reversal Department members have been sent to repair. If you see missing Muggles or suspicious persons, please contact the Defense Against the Dark Arts Department as soon as possible. Thank you for your cooperation-Voice of the Wizard To report for you, let’s look at the next set of newsletters. The Quidditch World Cup will be held at the end of this month..."

Nicole LeMay turned off the radio and whispered to Hoffa: "Don't cause trouble, keep a low profile. We can't attract any attention from the Ministry of Magic this year, do you understand?"

"Obviously a lot of people died, why do they say that none of them died?" Hoffa asked his doubts.

"Carrion potion."

Nicole LeMay sighed, and found a wine bottle from the bottles and cans next to it. The bottle was burnt black and torn apart, but Hoffa could still recognize it. It was himself. Ninety-six Polish distilled vodka used to pour the nightmare god.

Nicol Lemay said in a condensed voice: "I entered your theater as soon as the fire was extinguished, and found this before the Ministry of Magic. After my test, someone put rot in the wine you provided. The corpse potion, after drinking this potion, it will melt the human body into the most basic element within a few hours. It is one of the most terrifying potions in the world."

"What? Why do you need medicine?" Hoffa was confused: "What's the purpose? Who would have trouble with a group of homeless people?"

"I don't know, but I'm more inclined. That person's goal was originally you. He wanted to kill you, but you didn't get the trick."

Poison yourself?

Hoffa thought of the strange man who looked at him coldly in the flames last night, his five fingers clenched into fists, his bones crackling. But after thinking about it again, he immediately denied this rhetoric.

"Impossible. I have hosted a free party in Soho every day for the past week and provided drinks. These drinks are directly transferred from the winery. There are thousands of bottles. If you just want to kill me, why use such a large range? Besides, after fifty years, I haven't found any trace of anyone remembering me in this world. Who will kill me without having anything to do?"

"That's a cover-up."

Nicholas Lemay put down the bottle, "Carrion poison was originally used to destroy the corpse. A bottle of carrion poison, plus a fire, is enough to make anyone disappear silently."

As he said, he frowned, "But it's really weird. Using carrion poison to kill Muggles and setting a fire to destroy the corpse, don't you want to attract the attention of others?"

? ? ? ?

Hoffa was at a loss. He believed that there were always reasons for killing, love killing, vendetta killing, profit killing...but each of them seemed to have nothing to do with the fire in his own theater. The man ran away after setting off the fire. He didn't mean to explain it at all. What did he want to do?

He was going around in Nicol LeMay's room.

Is it because you are dreaming?

He thought of this possibility, is the nightmare **** sees that he refuses to agree to its request, is so embarrassed that he puts himself together?

So he used his magic power, the magic power worked normally, there was no jerkyness, and then he looked around, the scenery was normal, it was the night, and he was full of energy, without any trace of dreams.

He is not dreaming, he has dreamed so many times, he can clearly distinguish the difference between dreams and reality.

Could it be Tom’s group again... Hoffa thinks about it and still feels something is wrong. Even Tom wouldn’t be meaningless to do something to a group of homeless people who are partying. Besides, based on time, that The guy didn't know where he was lingering, how could he come and blow up his theater inexplicably.

The incident became complicated and confusing, and he was ready to eat and wait to die in this world, but this sudden change caused his brain to ache.

"Don't think about this," Nicol LeMay said helplessly: "You shouldn't be so high-profile. Although the British Ministry of Magic doesn't know how many people have died, I can detect the poison, and so can they, maybe. They have laid a net in your theater, so you must not go back now."

Nicole May looked rather calm, he put away the bottle:

"In other words, if you are ashamed for the death of that group of people, I can tell you that it doesn't matter. If you don't go back, this world line will collapse sooner or later. What is the death of a thousand people."

"Don't put your hat on my head, it's like I killed these people!" Hoffa scolded angrily.

(Nicole LeMay shuts up and shrugs without speaking, and starts smashing himself in the pile of bottles and cans.)

Everything went wrong, Hoffa wanted to rub his hair vigorously, but found that his hair had been burned out by the flames. Before he could grow out, he also became bald.

"Oh shit."

He kicked a medicine bottle away, and his anger rose up. Silby has gray hair, so he becomes gray hair, Silby is bald, he becomes bald, why is that guy so lingering ?

The more he thought about him, the more upset he looked at Nicole Mayer: "The ugly thing is ahead. Although you saved me, but you want me to go back, I persuade you to die!"

"I didn't come to find you to go back." Nicol LeMay put down the work in his hand, sighed, and said: "If you really don't want to go back, who can force you."

After a pause, he said, "In fact, I am here this time to ask you for help."

"Want to come again? Old man, am I familiar with you?"

"It's not that kind of busy, it's very simple for you." Nicole LeMay turned his head sincerely: "I want to ask you to help resurrect Chloe."