Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Watching Aglaia disappear to the other side, Hoffa leaned on the tree trunk, looked up at the sky, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his hands trembling tightly.

The secretion of adrenaline put his brain in a state of extreme excitement and tension.

The fear of facing death alone made him tremble.

She will come back?

Still won't come back.

Hoffa didn't know.

If he could, he didn't want to put his life in Agleia's hands, he didn't want to trust this person who had been against him at all.

Even if she left herself and slipped away, Hoffa wouldn't be surprised, he would never guess what she would do.

All she did was hope she would be fired.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, he and Aglaia are the same person, Ravenclaw who is also self-centered. It's just that Aglaia is self-aware, while Hoffa is self-conscious.

It may be the case, they hate each other so much.

Hoffa didn't know what Aglaia would choose.

But he has no choice.

Apart from cooperation, he has no other choice.

.......

At this moment, countless inexplicable and messy thoughts flashed through his mind. There seemed to be hundreds of people whispering to him.

"The dead and poor daoists are not dead daoists"

"Virgin Bitch"

"naive"

"moron"

"I misunderstood you"

"Really disgusting"

"There will be ghosts when she comes back."

......

He opened his eyes and sighed. The heat in his lungs condensed into the air in late autumn and early winter.

The numb fingers slowly regained consciousness.

The stars above are dazzling.

Those whispers gradually disappeared and vanished.

That is the shadow in his heart, strangely. When he decided to make a choice, the shadow seemed to be gradually dispersed.

Some kind of peculiar power supported him, allowing him to face his inner fears and his own nature.

is love?

Is it hope?

Yes.

It doesn't seem to be either.

He was just freed from his insensitive life.

Try to understand yourself.

......

Behind him, the sound of the **** phantom monkey began to sound again, and it was bouncing from side to side on the tree canopy, and every time it jumped, it would be a step closer to where Hoffa was hiding.

Hoffa stood still on the spot, quietly spinning his thoughts. It is a bit of magic to be able to restore a little magic.

Finally, the phantom monkey found Hoffa's location, and it swishfully jumped to the tree in front of Hoffa, and looked at him excitedly.

Hoffa only glanced at it coldly, working his mind with all his strength.

A few seconds later, footsteps came from behind.

Even though the Phantom Monkey pointed them out, the two dark wizards were still very cautious.

"What else can you do besides hiding? Face me."

Schmidt's soft but gloomy voice was unusually clear in the forbidden forest.

Hoffa didn't move, he was still regaining his magical powers.

Schmidt walked slowly: "How could there be a weak student like you at Hogwarts? Did Diepert add a new college for cowards."

He didn't care about his insulting Hoffa, but his voice was only ten meters away from him. The opponent could attack at any time, and he could no longer hide.

Hoffa stopped meditation and turned out from behind the tree.

Schmidt immediately raised his palm and stopped the subordinate next to him.

The two stood face to face in the middle of the forest.

The night was extremely dim, and weird roars and bird calls faintly came from the surrounding woods. At the foot of the tree on the ground, there are clusters of white fluorescent mushrooms. These luminous mushrooms are the only light source in the Forbidden Forest at night.

Schmidt stood in the woods ten meters away, while Hoffa leaned against a fir tree.

The branches of this fir tree were successively covered with countless curl-wing demons. They looked at Hoffa hungry. As long as Schmidt gave an order, they would instantly tear Hoffa to pieces.

But Hoffa believes that the other party will not do this for the time being, at least before he gets what he wants, he will let himself live for a few more minutes.

"It's uncomfortable to overdraft magic power, little boy."

Schmidt asked softly.

"Run again, you might become an idiot."

Schmidt has a soft tone, but there is no emotion.

In fact, since Hoffa first saw this guy, he had been in a state of facial paralysis, as if someone had cut off the emotion-sensing nerves in his brain. Let his face become a mask.

"You can try."

Hoffa held his wand in his hand and grinned.

Fighting is not advisable, he can only delay time by talking.

Schmidt: "I have killed many wizards, but I have to say that you are the second most difficult one I have ever seen. What magical secret do you have, you can escape the curse again and again."

"Ashamed and ashamed, it's not the first one."

Hoffa said slowly, and glanced at the depths of the Forbidden Forest from the corner of his eye.

(Two minutes later, he still doesn't know if Aglaia will come back.)

"What is your name."

Schmidt came closer.

"Tom Riddle." Hophalao said honestly.

"Is Tom, I admire your talent and ability. Come with me, this place is not suitable for you, not suitable for your development."

With Schmidt's voice, Hoffa's mind swayed inexplicably, as if there was a certain peculiar power in his language, which made people unconsciously want to relax and get close...

As soon as Hoffa bit the tip of his tongue, the blood in his mouth made his eyes clear.

After more than half a year of cultivating, the idea of ​​meditation has played a role here. His spirit is extremely high, and the magic spells of deception have no effect on him.

Hoffa looked coldly at the gray eyes on the opponent's poker face.

"What are the benefits? What are the benefits."

He will not agree, but he will delay time.

Four minutes later, Aglaia still showed no sign of coming back.

"Benefits?" Schmidt tilted his head.

"I don't think you are like a descendant of a pure-blood family. What do you think Hogwarts will teach you? They will only train you as a soldier, and then send you to the battlefield to serve the Ministry of Magic and the British high-level. "

Schmidt took another step forward.

"Which ancient pure-blooded **** will you become a puppet controlled by Dippet. Is this kind of life what you want?"

He took another step forward, and the distance between the two was reduced to five meters. Hoffa's heart hung high, the back of his instep arched, and his fingers gripped the bark tightly.

On the tree canopy, the saliva of the curled-winged monsters fell drop by drop on Hoffa's shoulders and hair.

"Able people will never subdue to others. Those pure-blooded families will inevitably disappear over time. This is the inevitability of history."

Schmidt tilted his head and spoke quietly.

"The world of the wizard family will eventually be broken up and become a personal world, and so will Hogwarts."

"Really, who taught you these things?" Hoffa asked, his fingers gripping the trunk tightly.

"Tom, you are on the wrong side. We can fight for a greater goal together, and follow me in the footsteps of the great Gellert Grindelwald." The corner of Schmidt's mouth was rare.

"I don't know Gellert Grindelwald." Hoffa said cautiously.

"You will know him soon, Tom."

As he said, he got closer.

(Five minutes later, Hoffa’s heart slowly fell from the high hanging. The forest was silent, and Aglaia did not return.)

"Don't you make me think about it? I'm a little confused."

Hoffa said.

Schmidt stopped, and a shuddering smile was mechanically squeezed out of Poker's face.

Time passed by every minute.

As if every second passed, there was a glimmer of hope to be stripped out of Hoffa's body.

Six minutes passed.

Hoffa felt that he might have believed the wrong person, and perhaps no one would come to help him. Maybe everyone is an animal of self.

The high eagle is destined to be alone.

"Have you thought about it?"

Schmidt slowly drew out his wand, and on the tree canopy, countless curly-winged monsters opened their mouths.

As long as he waved his magic wand, Hoffa was bound to die.

7 minutes.

Hoffa sighed desperately, and released his hands clasping the tree.

"You won, take me away..."

"Hoffa!!"

There was a scream from the jungle.

He turned his head and saw Aglaia stand up in the woods, panting.

Afterwards, her body was bent into an arc, and then she struggling to smash out a gleam of shimmering light.

"then!"

It's a recovery potion!

Hoffa's eyes glowed instantly.

This little girl is really back!

As if a traveler walking in the desert saw a pool of clear springs, an invisible force slammed his back.

He watched the potion bottle in the air quickly fall, and he didn't know where the strength came from, and he stretched out his hand to grab it.

However, the corner of Schmidt's mouth rose slightly, as if he had already prepared, and he saw him wave his magic wand like lightning.

The magic wand pulled out a silver arc, flashing through the air like a charged whip, directly smashing the glass bottle with precision.

Scatters of glass fell one after another.

The jumping Hoffa was dumbfounded.

His hopes were also shattered by this blow. Obviously, Schmidt had been watching him all the time and did not relax his vigilance in the slightest.

Schmidt retracted his wand, looked at Hoffa with his hand in mid-air, and said softly: "Without a rabbit, do you think I won't keep a backup plan?"

Hoffa's expression solidified, and a faint premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, making him cold from head to bottom of his feet.

He turned his head abruptly, looked at Aglaia, and shouted, "Run!"

However, it was too late.

"Roar!"

In the next second, with a loud roar, a giant beast hidden in the dark forest jumped out.

It is the size of an adult lion, and it is extremely cruel!

It's Schmidt's juvenile venomous leopard!

It opened a huge mouth full of layers of sharp teeth, and lightning generally pounced on Aglaia standing in the forbidden forest.

She swallowed her upper body in one mouthful.

Click!

One bite in two.