Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The silver-haired ghost jumped up, floated on the head of the rabbit, and sat down.

"follow me."

She patted the rabbit on the head, her tone was incontrovertible, and there was no room for rejection.

Hoffa was overjoyed, happiness came too suddenly, and life's ups and downs were nothing but this. Sure enough, she still remembered herself, otherwise, how could she let herself sit next to her? Just now, she must have been too busy, so she didn't have time to pay attention to herself.

He climbed onto the long-eared rabbit's body, ran to her and sat down. The long-eared rabbit has a large body, but it feels hollow after sitting on it.

Little Batty's face was a little annoyed, he stood below staring at Hoffa with a smile, and looked at the silver-haired ghost with a cold face. After thinking about it, he floated up and sat beside them.

After the three of them sat down, the rabbit's ears grew very big, and it flew upwards lightly, like a flying bird.

"Is this the magic you learned in the underworld? It's amazing."

Hoffa immediately exclaimed, "Can you teach me later?"

He just sat on the back of the rabbit and slapped it, but the silver-haired ghost put his hand on his knee, completely unmoved.

Aglaia did not speak, nor did he bird herself. Hoffa looked at the long-eared rabbit under him, racked his brains, and made a plan: "By the way, I have a joke about rabbits, do you want to hear it?"

The silver-haired ghost remained silent, and the long-eared rabbit fanned its ears all the way up, passing through the organs in the belly of the dark giant.

The ignored Hoffa scratched his head in embarrassment. Fortunately, Barty, who was sitting behind him, came to help him: "What is the joke about rabbits?"

"what!"

Hoffa was so grateful that he cried, and for the first time he found out that Barty was also cute.

He said with enthusiasm: "Once upon a time, three little white rabbits picked a mushroom, and the big one asked the little one to get some wild vegetables to eat with it. The little rabbit said, "I won't go. If I leave, you will eat my mushrooms. "

The two big ones said: "No, don't worry."

So the little white rabbit went. Half a year has passed, and the little white rabbit has not yet returned. A big one said: "It's not coming back, let's eat it."

Another big one said: "Wait a little longer."

One year has passed, and the little white rabbit has not yet returned. Two big discussions: "No need to wait, let's eat." At this moment, the little white rabbit suddenly jumped out of the jungle nearby and said angrily: "Look! I knew you were going to eat mine." mushroom!"

"Hahahahaha!"

After speaking, Hoffa laughed first himself. Little Batty followed Hoffa and forced a grin.

"a ha ha ha"

"Ah ha ha."

"Aha..."

"what..."

"..."

But with a smile... both of them are silent. Because the silver-haired ghost is still motionless, his eyes are still, his expression is still, and his posture is still, as if petrified.

What the **** I was talking about just now! !

An invisible cold wind blew from his feet to the top of his head, and Hoffa buried his face in his palm, regretfully wishing to find a seam to get in. He has no face at the moment. If he had a face, he would be almost blushing and bleeding.

Little Batty stuck to Hoffa’s ear and whispered: “I’ve come to Helheim these days, and every day I see people come and slap her flattering, wanting to ask for a body, they’re shooting much louder than yours. Up."

"How did they shoot?"

Hoffa's face turned green, and his heart was furry.

"They would kneel down, kiss the land in front of her, recite carefully choreographed poems to her, and some would even put her statue on the shrine, day and night."

"So, no wonder!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth: "How did she react?"

"It seems, it's almost the same as it is now...but it's a bit gentler than the attitude toward you."

Hoffa was almost so exhausted that his head smoked. He thought of the hands, the dirt-eaters, the frantic fights and fights with each other. In Aglaia's eyes, he couldn't compare to some ordinary underworld ghosts?

No, this is impossible!

Or do you say that your attitude is not good enough?

Why don't you try it yourself on your knees?

Under a certain flustered urging, a devil's thought arose in his mind. As soon as this thought appeared, it galloped wildly in his mind, like a wild horse.

In the end, he stood up tremblingly on the long-eared rabbit, thinking that he was chasing to the underworld. What is that little dignity?

It would be great if she could watch herself smile, like she used to.

"do not move."

As soon as he lifted his hips by one centimeter, the silver-haired ghost said coldly.

The idea was seen through before it was implemented. Hoffa sat down very annoyed, thinking that he really saw a ghost, and was seen through without doing anything. But after thinking about it, he was happy again. Before he took off his pants, the other party knew that he wanted to fart. This must be a manifestation of the ultimate tacit understanding. He fantasised happily, secretly looking at the familiar side face, the more he looked at it, the more he loved it.

The long-eared rabbit flies all the way upwards, very fast. But it’s not the same way as when I came down. On the way, Hoffa had seen a lot of giant organs and weird buildings, but the area was quite empty. The long-eared rabbits had been flying for a long time, and I couldn’t see them. Something, even the double sun and moon on top, was covered by thick fog.

After flying to the position of the giant's head, the long-eared rabbit stopped. Hovering on an empty and lonely aerial platform in the thick fog, on the platform, there is only a small place to stand, and the rest are very sharp steel thorns.

Some of the thorns are more than ten meters high, pointing straight to the sky like a sharp sword, while others are only the size of a sewing needle, but they are densely scattered on the ground, stained with rusty blood, and they look a bit creepy.

The long-eared rabbit was so big that it could not land on the thorns. The silver-haired ghost jumped down first. Hoffa quickly followed her, and Little Batty followed Hoffa.

The platform is very small, and there are fewer places to stand. Above the only stand, there is a long and narrow path. The path goes all the way up and leads to a high place in the mist. You can't see the head at a glance. Both sides of the road are large or small iron thorns.

"Where is this?"

Hoffa seized the opportunity to get close to Aglaia, and he felt that the other party would answer him this question.

"The Way of Thorns."

Sure enough, the silver-haired ghost said concisely.

"Where is the Way of Thorns?" Hoffa then asked, pretending to look really curious.

Aglaia said briefly: "Go."

With that, she floated on the steps covered with thorns.

Hoffa followed behind her, complaining to himself, would he die if he said a few more words? He still remembered that this guy was famous for talking about it fifty years ago.

Rumbling.

After not going far, the ground vibrated slightly, and then it vibrated more and more severely.

A huge boulder grumbled down from the high steps. The momentum is huge and the speed is extremely fast.

Hoffa and Batty were taken aback by the falling cobblestone and hurriedly hid beside the road. Aglaia seemed rather calm. She moved three steps to the left, and the stone was rubbing against her. The tip of his nose rolled over, looking very thrilling.

boom! !

The cobblestone hit a huge iron thorn at the bottom of the stone platform and stopped.

"Is this a trap?"

Little Batty asked with lingering fears.

"It does not seem."

Hoffa said, he saw a figure running down at the height of the steps with a firm but heavy step, and quickly passed them without squinting.

Different from the translucent ghost, it was a man with bronze skin. He was two meters tall. He didn't wear any clothes. He only had a loincloth. Every muscle of him was raised and developed like a small mountain bag. He walked quickly to the falling cobblestone, which was five meters in diameter, more than twice his height.

I saw the bronze muscular man standing in front of the cobblestone, carrying the heavy cobblestone with extreme difficulty, pushing it up with extreme difficulty, moving the stone a little bit, and pushing it towards the height of the road of thorns.

The stone slowly rolled up on the stone steps, every muscle of the man under the stone was trembling, and the forehead was violent. Due to the tremendous pressure on his feet, cracks were made on the road full of thorns, and the bones were deeply visible, **** and bloody, and people couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Aglaia introduced himself to Hoffa: "This is Sisyphus. He once blasphemed and kidnapped the **** of death, so that there would be no death in the world. Finally, after the **** of death got out of trouble, in order to punish him, he asked him to take a piece of it. The boulder was pushed up to the top of the mountain, and because the boulder was too heavy, he would roll down the mountain every time he didn't reach the top of the mountain, and his previous work was lost. So he repeated this work again and again, year after year, endless."

This was the first time Agleia had said so much to Hoffa, but the excitement on Hoffa's face gradually disappeared and became dignified.

After introducing the person pushing the stone, Aglaia continued to take the two to float upward along the path of thorns.

It didn't take long before they came to a fork in the road, which continued to extend upward on one side, and led to a floating cliff on the other side.

There were screams and screams from the cliff.

Hoffa saw a man hung on a cliff with his limbs tied to a stone pillar. His intestines and organs were dragged out of the torn chest and flowed to the ground. A strong smell of blood permeated the air. In the mid-air in front of him, there were a dozen red-eyed vultures flying. Those vultures stretched out their bare necks and kept pecking at the man's intestines and heart.

The man who was constantly pecked at the heart and liver by the vultures screamed sternly, his eyes shed blood and tears from the intense pain.

While the vultures were pecking at his heart and liver, his heart and liver grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and could not finish eating.

"Prometheus."

Aglaia looked at the man and said faintly: “The saint who stole the fire, because he sent the flame to humans, he made people become the spirit of all things. After death, he was hung by the **** of death on the cliff of Helheim’s Way of Thorns. I was pecked by eagles day and night, every day after eating, and then growing again at night, this cycle repeats, never ending."

Hoffa didn't say a word, but Barty shivered. The howling man looked so miserable that even the coldest blood couldn't help turning his head away.

But Aglaia did not have the slightest sympathy. After taking Hoffa to see Prometheus, she continued to float upward.

Along the way, they saw all kinds of prisoners of all kinds, locked in a circular cage, running non-stop, but they could never stop. Some were hung on the torture rack and were burned continuously, but they could not be burnt into coke. There are always dominoes being built, but they are always pushed to the last second before they are reached.

wait wait wait.......

In the end, they came to the top of this thorny road.

On the top floor, there is a huge dome, which is the skull of a giant, and on the dome, there is a circular opening about ten meters in diameter.

The ring opening was about three meters high from the highest step of the Way of Thorns.

Outside the ring opening, there is a vibrant, vibrant green. In stark contrast to Helheim's gloom and cruelty, Hoffa could hear the fragrance of birds and flowers coming from the opening of the ring even tens of meters away.

"this is......"

"That's the exit of Helheim. Wherever you go, you can return to the real world, the world of living people." Aglaia said lightly.

"what!?"

Hoffa was shocked. He didn't expect Aglaia to bring himself to the exit like this. He raised his leg and ran towards the exit of the circle, but ten meters away from the circle, he was caught by a transparent knot. Jie blocked the way. There were waves of water patterns on the transparent barrier, no matter how he pushed it, he couldn't push it away.

At this time, he discovered that he was in the transparent barrier.

At the top of The Way of Thorns, under the ring exit, there was a lonely figure.

It was an old man in ragged clothes. He stood under the exit of the circle. He kept jumping and jumping like a frog. He looked at the exit close at hand on his top, his face was full of madness. Desire.

Every time he jumped, he could jump to a position very close to the mouth, but it was just a little bit so that he couldn't reach the exit.

"That's...who is that?"

Hoffa asked Aglaia in a trembling voice.

Aglaia: "He is Cadmus Peverier, the ancestor of Salazar Slytherin, the man who developed the resurrection technique. As punishment, the **** of death threw him in the way of the thorns in Helheim At the very top, let him look at the exit of Helheim without any shackles on him. The exit is 3.001 meters above the ground, but Peverier can only jump up to three meters high, so he can only Looking at the exit, he kept jumping day and night, looking forward to the day when he could break the limit. However, after tens of thousands of years, he could not jump out."

Even in the face of such a sensational scene, Aglaia's voice still has no fluctuations, as if it is calm as if he is memorizing a script, without any emotion at all.

Hoffa stood outside the barrier blankly, looking at the man who kept leaping at the top, taking a breath. Only then did he realize the extreme horror flowing under the endless emptiness of the death mystery.

"By the way, I haven't told you yet."

Aglaia's cold and cruel voice came from his ears again: "Everyone on this thorny road has played games with the **** of death, and they have all failed."