Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Oh it's you!"

Silby exclaimed, "I finally found you."

The tent was picked up by the strong wind and flew into the sky.

The brazier on the wooden frame was blown to the ground, and under the action of the strong wind, it rolled out and hit the rolling camp tents, causing a violent fire.

The wizards outside the camp, you call me and shout loudly.

Everything was exposed to the endless wind and snow, and the harsh wind engulfed the endless killing intent and hit Hoffa heavily. He didn't understand why Silby suddenly became nervous, but the only thing he knew was that the guy in front of him who was just talking and laughing really wanted to kill himself.

He closed his eyes without hesitation, and visualized the layers of iron protection in his mind.

Suddenly, a circular iron cover emerged from the ground to protect him.

The iron cover is stacked one after another, and finally a full 100 layers are stacked. An oversized and thick iron cocoon was formed on the ground.

Inside the cocoon, Chloe poked his head out and asked anxiously, "What to do, Hoffa!?"

"I have to get out of here," Hoffa raised his head in the cocoon and shouted, "Little monster, little monster, can you hear me, pull me out!"

"After going out, you must destroy my resurrection stone, do you understand?" Chloe flew to Hoffa and reminded him loudly.

"Don't talk nonsense." Hoffa firmly pressed her back into her clothes and continued to shout: "Little monster, did you hear that, take me out?"

boom! !

Accompanied by a wave of swaying impacts.

Hoffa in the iron cocoon shook violently, and he felt like he had fallen into a blender, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Outside the cocoon, Silby jumped up and floated in the air more than 30 meters high. In front of him, was the huge iron cocoon visualized by Hoffa, which was a hundred times bigger than his.

"God!"

Silby's eyes are like electricity, floating in the air, and whistling: "You dare to claim the heavens, it's good! Only in this way can you have the value of transcending!"

He pointed with one hand: "The endless magic leaned out, turning into a high-energy flame and leaning on the iron cocoon. The violent flame not only burned the iron cocoon, but also burned the undulating tent under the iron cocoon. The ashes, a soaring fire rose from the ground, and it has been burning for more than three hundred miles. There is no shelter by the bay.

Ravenclaw covered his face, looking through his fingers at the huge iron cocoon floating in the sky, and the unbridled king who manipulates the flames, screaming: "Silby!! You stop me!!!"

The iron cocoon in the high air was burned red, and the outer layer turned into molten iron, falling downward. The blazing high temperature made Hoffa unbearable. He didn't dare to touch Silby's edge easily, and immediately visualized the Blackbird fighter.

At the moment when the iron cocoon was melted away, he flew out of the sea of ​​fire and flew far away at supersonic speed.

Boom!

He headed into the invisible barrier.

He quickly fell from a high altitude to the ground. During the fall, he changed back to a human form, his head groggy from the impact.

..... Enchantment?

He didn't know what he had hit.

Time has not allowed him to think more.

The one hundred multi-layer shields visualized were burnt into molten iron at high temperature.

That unstoppable magical power looked terrifying no matter what age you looked at.

Knowing that without the power of time, he could not be Silby's opponent in his heyday, just relying on the foreign objects visualized in the dream.

"Is there only this degree? God!"

Silby opened his arms, and super magical power went straight into the sky. He had flames in one hand and lightning in the other. He looked at Hoffa condescendingly, and eagerly said: "Only this level, you stay here and become my nourishment. "

Loud noise and flames made Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, and Hufflepuff all run out of the burning camp.

They noticed Silby floating in the sky, and Hoffa standing in the endless sea of ​​fire and molten iron under him.

Gryffindor drew his sword and shouted loudly, "There is an assassin!"

Salazar Slytherin pulled out his wand with a solemn expression.

Silby roared, "Don't come here, he is mine!"

The endless repulsion pushed on Gryffindor and Slytherin, pushing them upside down and flying out.

Hoffa staggered up from the sea of ​​flames, his body being burnt with molten iron in a mess. There was a boiling ghost hand under his feet, which firmly pressed him to the ground.

He shouted hoarsely, "Little monster, do you hear me, take me out of here."

This time, there was finally a reaction. The space behind him began to twist, and a tiny black hole appeared. The black hole is extremely deep and gradually expands.

"Don't even think about going anywhere!"

Silby saw the black hole and shouted, stay here! "

The pale green illusory huge arm stretched out from behind him, and the front of the arm was covered with sharp claws, and the illusory claws quickly shot towards Hoffa before the black hole.

Along the way, the wizards who were touched by the claws withered and turned into crumpled corpses.

When the paw was within a few centimeters of Hoffa's front door, Hoffa closed his eyes, and a white arm came out of the black hole and pulled him out.

Finally, the black hole disappeared completely.

One claw failed, and he escaped from this dream.

......

......

After landing, the big dream first woke up. He woke up from the first level of dreams. In front of him were the sleeping group of subconscious soldiers and the nightmare **** with an iron complexion. As soon as he woke up, he was anxious and said: "Why did you go? It's been so long?"

"how long?"

"Half an hour!"

"Then what are you angry about!"

Hoffa stood up out of breath, still feeling the rejoicing of the rest of his life. As soon as he stood up, Hoffa noticed that the ground was shaking crazily.

what's happening!

Is Silby going to catch up from the next level of dreams!

He looked at the God of Nightmare in horror: "Why is the ground shaking so badly?"

"The man outside is dying."

The nightmare **** roared, "He can't support it because he has been away from the dream for too long. We entered the dream with the help of his cage. Once he dies, the dream will completely collapse, and we have to go."

You another minute, I have to throw away you and go! "

It turned out to be angry for this, Hoffa was a little relieved.

However, this was not much stronger than Silby's catching up. Just as they spoke, not only the ground shook, but the dream sky began to shatter and collapse.

Those sleeping groups subconsciously woke up from their dreams, seeing the collapsed sky and shaking ground, they frantically began to search for intruders.

The nightmare **** pulled Hoffa and ran out to the group's subconscious barracks. As it ran, it asked loudly, "Do you know his goal?"

"I don't know yet."

Hoffa said loudly, and avoided a piece of sky falling from the sky.

"Damn it!"

When the nightmare **** heard this answer, his face turned green, "Then what have you gained from going so long?"

reward...?

Hoffa felt a hard object in his chest.

He immediately stood still and took a look.

It was the gold and silver cryptex that the spider pope gave him.

He even brought it from the lower dream state into the upper dream state.

The nightmare **** was also attracted by the strangely shaped cryptex. "What is this?" it asked.

"Silby's strongest spell." Hoffa murmured, "It's here."

"Then do you know the password, can you open it?" the nightmare **** asked anxiously.

"I don't know the code," Hoffa asked the Nightmare God, "Can the items in the dream be taken out?"

"Of course not." The nightmare **** said: "Dreams are dreams, and reality is reality. Of course you can't take things out of dreams. Even after you wake up, you will quickly forget everything that happened here."

Can't take it out...

Hoffa changed his face, even more anxious than when he learned that the dream was about to collapse.

If he wants to know Silby's truest thoughts, perhaps he only needs to understand what the strongest spell he has created so far is.

Knowing the purpose of that spell means knowing that he wants to target.

But there are eight wheels on this cryptex, each with 26 letters, which makes it almost impossible to guess the password.

The rate of collapse was getting faster and faster, and the group subconscious minds locked on the intruded Hoffa. They picked up their weapons, shouted loudly, and rushed up.

Not only that, but in the group's subconscious mind, there are also three weird guys.

Zorro riding a white horse and wearing a mask.

Peter Pan flying in the sky.

And Thor wielding a hammer.

"Hey, Sergeant Gonzalez, I finally found you!" Zorro held his hat, panting and raised the sword in his hand.

"Captain Hook! You can't run far this time!"

Peter Pan flew up and took a slingshot from his arms.

"Yemengjiade, come and fight me to the death!"

Thor threw the hammer in his hand.

Those three teasers unexpectedly chased after him.

Their appearance makes this crumbling dream even more grotesque.

The nightmare **** reminded Hoffa solemnly: "It's time to go. If you don't go, the consequences will be unpredictable."

"No, I have to open it." Hoffa looked at the cryptex in his hand.

At this moment, the letter behind the cryptex even mocked Hoffa silently, as if adding fuel to the fire.

【　Ce】

If there is only one chance, he must immediately come up with the correct answer. Hoffa closed his eyes, and countless clues flashed through his mind. Is it possible for him to crack the code?

On the other side, the three weird guys screamed more vigorously. Zorro raised his sword. Peter Pan shook off his slingshot with a hey. Thor yelled, spinning his body, hammering his Throw like a discus. The weapons of the three men flew towards Hoffa one after another.

The nightmare **** stomped his feet and shouted, "Okay, we must leave."

Hoffa seemed unheard of the urging of the nightmare god. His mind was spinning fast.

There is something that I have overlooked.

There is something that I have overlooked.

There is something that I have overlooked.

Is there anything I have overlooked.....

Etc., etc...

Eight letters.

West Xavier.

sixavier

His real name.

An electric current passed through Hoffa's brain, making him tremble.

The dream collapsed more and more fiercely, the sky was almost peeled off and the ground was cracked into countless pieces. It reveals the lifeless, lifeless consciousness void afterwards.

Most of the groups that chased by stepped on the air subconsciously, and fell into the deep and unknowable void. Peter Pan, Zorro, Thor, all were crushed to pieces by the collapsed dream.

Only the weapons of the three men, Thor's hammer, the stones on Peter Pan's slingshot, and Zorro's sword, are generally lingering on the pursuit missile.

Hoffa did not pay attention to foreign objects, and all his mind was placed on the cryptex in his hand.

Turn the code lock with your fingers one by one.

The eight letters were put together on the cryptex according to West Xavier's English.

Then, he turned slightly.

Click.

Accompanied by a pleasant soft sound.

The cipher cylinder turned, slowly opening like a blooming lotus. Spit out the next inconspicuous note.

Hoffa breathed tremblingly, and opened the thin note.

Expand in half.

Rumble! !

The world of dreams completely collapsed into pieces.

The ground under Hoffa's feet was completely shattered, and he fell straight into the void.

At that moment.

Only about one-tenth of a second less than time.

He saw the spell on the half of the note.

There were only a few letters on the note.

[Heart flow, all ways are united so.....]

There may be something written in the back, but he can't see it anymore.

The moment the dream collapsed, the nightmare **** dragged Hoffa's foot, dragging his spirit out of the world of dreams.

.....

.....

"Do not!!!"

Accompanied by an unwilling scream.

An electric light flashed through the dark clouds.

The slow flowing time returned to normal in an instant, and the heavy rain that was still in the air like a curtain of beads fell instantly and poured on Hoffa. And he was still immersed in the grotesque and gloomy dreams brought him.

He screamed and sat up fiercely from the ground, still holding the posture of opening the note with his palm, but it was a pity that the note, the gold and silver cryptex, were no longer visible.

The icy raindrops fell on him, giving him a real and cold texture not in dreams. Surrounded by crackling and shining old neon tubes, huge pipes everywhere, and endless rainstorms.

He didn't finish reading the note.

If you give him another second, even half a second! !

Annoyance bit Hoffa's heart.

Unfortunately, he knew that he couldn't go back anymore.

He took off the iron cage he was wearing, and the owner of the iron cage, the skinny Muggle, gradually swallowed his last breath before Hoffa's eyes.

Three minutes, three minutes in the real world.

It seemed that more than a month had passed in the dream.

Too late to express the fragility of this unlucky ghost. Hoffa quickly thought cross-legged.

The memory in the dream is always so fragile. Under the water of cold rain, several pictures in his mind were quickly washed to pieces.

"What is he going to do?"

The glass ball flew to Hoffa's side, and the little monster in the glass ball asked him thoughtfully.

Hoffa recalled the fragmentary fragments he had experienced in the dream world.

He thought of the pope who looked the same as Dumbledore and had eight legs on his lower body.

Thinking of what the Pope said, Silby's strongest spell.

The curse of all laws so

Then he thought of what Silby said to him.

[Life is an infinite game, if I cannot reach the limit, I will never give up...]

[I can’t kill all the Muggles. Even if I kill all the Muggles, the offspring of the wizard will still give birth to dumb cannons, and the offspring of the dumb cannons will become Muggles. Wars and conflicts will continue forever...]

[Why do you think you are right? Why don't there be real understandings in the world? How can people eliminate differences so that people can't become happier...]

Gradually, those words, pictures, and fragmentary clues were like a puzzle, gradually forming in Hoffa's mind, forming a terrible plan.

Everything is one.

He remembered the spell in the cryptex again.

There was a shiver.

"Destroy the source of magic." Hoffa said to the nightmare god: "He thinks the difference is the source of misfortune. He doesn't want to see the wizard anymore, or that he wants to reclaim all the magic on his own body."

"that...?"

"Yes, there is only one wizard left in the world, or even no wizard."