Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Seeing the woman walking up the stairs carrying the skirt, Fatir was stunned for a while, and Hoffa, who was trapped in the astrology, was also stunned. Then, a thick uncertainty rose from the bottom of his heart. , Is there anything you have overlooked?

"Minister De Laces, what's the matter with you, you look desolate?" The tall woman stood straight in front of Fatir, who was hunched, and said coldly: "This is not a devil's posture."

"Spensel...you are not, are you not coming?"

In consternation, Fatir called out the last name of his secretary.

Hoffa looked at Delfina, and heard her Spencer's last name, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and he finally understood why he thought this woman's name was a little familiar.

Delphine Spencer! ?

That was five years ago, before entering the first grade, when he had no money to enroll, the liar at that time Yinduo took himself to Gringotts, borrowed the name of a declining family, and cheated himself of the tuition.

And the false identity he gave himself is exactly what Delphine's younger brother, Silby.

However, it was not until the second grade that he met another member of the Spencer family, Silby, the crazy principal who almost destroyed Hogwarts, who can only be boarded on the offspring, relying on the blood of the offspring. Come against the super madman of the Slytherin curse, the half-man king!

After understanding the relationship, Hoffa trembled like chaff all over his body. He couldn't think of the woman who delivered Chloe to his hands, the guy who claimed to be the secretary of the Minister of Magic... his own old man. Opponent, the last time I met was still a man, but this time I actually met a woman.

"It's you......!!!"

Inside the astrology, Hoffa was frightened and couldn't help himself.

"You finally remembered me."

Delphine, no, Silby turned her head and smiled, and said in an extremely ridiculous and resentful tone: "People are walking around you so many times, but you can't even recognize them. It's really sad. , Is your impression of me so shallow?"

"Run!! Fatir!!"

The faint tone caused Hoffa's mixed hairs to explode. At this moment, the yin and yang were reversed, and all the situation was completely reversed. He shouted at Fatier in trembling, frightened and desperate.

But it was too late. I saw the bald woman shoot like lightning, hooked Fatir's neck directly, and patted his stunned face: "Of course I am coming, working hard for me, I have to Thank you."

She grinned, and then unambiguously pulled out a black branch from her waist and hugged Fatir's neck straight into his belly.

"stop!!"

Hoffa roared wildly. Amidst the turbulent waves of emotional ups and downs, four wings emerged from his back, trying to break free from the shackles of the weird metal and flew towards the two on the high platform. The weird metal stuck to him like brushed cheese.

boom! !

Hoffa, who had four wings on his back, was pulled back into the astrological instrument under irresistible force. The force was so great that he smashed through the metal belt and was pulled into the rotating astrological instrument full of electric current.

Puff.

There was a very inconspicuous soft noise.

Fatir looked at the extra black thorn in his lower abdomen, and until this moment, his expression was still sluggish and stunned.

"No no no no......!"

Inside the astrology, Hoffa struggled madly and flew back to Fatier, but bumped into the energy shell brought by the rotation of the astrology again and again, like moths fighting fire.

Silby violently pulled out the black mistletoe.

Black air flashed, Fatir stared blankly at his chest, and then at the smiling woman behind him, until a thick black air floated from his wound, he didn't realize what had happened. He closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, he was already relieved and relieved, as well as extremely melancholy and helpless.

thump.

He knelt on the ground, held his hand on the railing, looked at the boy in the astrological instrument in the distance, and muttered: "You promised me...Hoffa..."

Then, head down, he slipped to the ground silently, and fell under the feet of his secretary, the tall bald woman. The blue eyes were wide.

"Ah... God..."

Looking at those eyes, Hoffa almost fainted in pain, his whole body was cold, he bent down in the huge astrology, and covered his lower abdomen, his heart twitching almost stopped beating.

The bald woman turned her head slightly, looking at the painful young man, gracefully stepped over Fatir's corpse, and held the control lever of the Arrow of Time.

"Brother...I dream...I look forward to this day...cough cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, she bent down and coughed violently, almost unable to herself. She coughed until she squirted bitter juice, she reluctantly stood up with the joystick, her skin pale as paper, and her posture extremely weak, but the handsome face was full of arrogance and surly, she looked locked in. Hoffa in the planetarium said weakly and intermittently:

"Hehehehehe...hehehehe...hehehe...hiccup...brother...hehehe... .Guess...the strongest cage in the world........haha........what is it? Oss.......haha.. ... Auschwitz? Bastille? Ahem... or Azkaban? Cough cough cough cough cough..."

She coughed out of breath, as if just talking to exhaust the power of the body, she held the joystick, her tone of vicissitudes, seemed to be asking Hoffa, and also seemed to be asking God.

"Silby..."

"Silby!"

"Silby!!"

Hoffa crawled inside the astrology, buckling the energy field tightly, until the hand was focused, and he didn't realize it. The calculated despair made him unable to speak. He was distraught, and the only thing he could do was repeat. his name. There is only endless regret and unwillingness in my heart. Why didn't I find out earlier, why I didn't think about it, why I was full of Grindelwald in my mind but forgot my true enemy.

"Neither... nor..."

Silby said to himself, coughing and smiling:

"Yes...yes...cough cough...fuck...fuck...time, smooth. ..... Smooth out the edges and corners of people, kill...the passion of people, swallow people's will...even...even, even...let Your body is gone forever... There is nothing more... a cage stronger than time... Ha ha ha... hiccups ........Cough cough cough hahaha..."

Finished laughing.

Click! !

Accompanied by the heavy lifting of the joystick.

The arrow of time rotates ninety degrees clockwise.

1→50

The huge astrology turned suddenly, and Chloe, floating in mid-air, melted directly into the endless electric current.

Do not! ! !

Hoffa opened his mouth to the base of his ears, his mouth was full of sharp teeth, but he made no sound.

The rich silver-white light completely submerged him, and the endless force pushed him, dragged him into the crazily flowing river of time, and dragged him into the rolling giant wheel of fate.

The last picture he saw was the woman with a smile, lip-mouthing a few letters.

see　you　......forever

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Revolving, mottled, broken, nightmare, blood, magic, death, hope, despair, disillusionment, rebirth.

There was no sound at all.

Cold as a god, indifferent as the law.

The giant tortoise stands on the back of another giant tortoise, and the giant tortoise stands on the back of another giant tortoise. Numerous giant tortoises are stacked on top of each other to form a long and endless tower. The tower is bent and another one is formed. Winding giant snakes, the giant snakes graze their tails, and the rings are embedded. Each snake ring becomes a pattern on the back of the giant tortoise.

The comet in the sky flashed by, and before it fell to the ground, it turned into dust.

Trees grow crazily, blinking to the sky, blinking miserably. The lizard spit out its tongue and stretched out into the flying flies, but before catching its prey, it withered, decayed, and turned into ashes.

The lover came to him and asked him for a hug, but after the warmth of the touch, he fell in love.

Thousands of logistics turn, the lost is regained, the gains are lost, the stars are swaying, the sun and the moon alternate, bright and dim, the tides rise and fall, the rivers go east, the dead are like this, the red face is withered, the vicissitudes of life, the mortal is gone, a river sway in the wind.

Numerous strange pictures flashed past Hoffa's eyes, until he fell heavily to the ground before he felt that he had been lying on the ground for a long, long time.

"Silby..."

He murmured a name subconsciously, and he felt a little strange and far away. The fierce emotions that had just been violent and oily had long since vanished. He looked at the dark dome, and he could see nothing except for some shadowy large boxes and tarps.

Memories flooded my mind.

"Fatir..."

He shouted again, and this time the exhaled air blew the top layer of spider webs, and the rustling dust fell into his mouth. He slowly climbed up, his joints crackling.

His sight was very broken, his eyes were like a kaleidoscope. His body was so exhausted that he could barely stand upright. He grabbed a piece of black tarp beside him and barely fell.

But he didn't hold on for a few seconds, and he still fell to the ground, both of his painful legs trembling.

"Chloe..."

The memory gurgled out of his mind, he exhaled, rolled up a dust, and lay down on his knees exhaustedly.

"Silby...Fatier...Chloe...Silby...Fatier...Chloe... ..."

He repeated these three names, completely unaware of where he was, besides the thick dusty tarps around him, he was still tarps.

He didn't mechanically climb up from the ground until there was a hard object in his knee pain. It was a crystal necklace with dim light, exquisite workmanship and very beautiful.

Out of a certain instinct, he subconsciously clenched the necklace firmly, supported the tarp beside him, and walked out a little bit. A row of staggering footprints was left behind.

"Silby...Fatier...Chloe..."

He repeated three names unconsciously and walked up the empty stairs. He doesn't know where to go, but instinctively feels that he should go out, find help, find some water, find some food, find some night...

Things backfired. After a long journey, what he saw was dazzling sunlight. It shone from the high invisible dome skylight and shone on Hoffa's face, making him almost dizzy.

He held on to the wall next to him, touched it, and touched a button, then he leaned against the wall and panted, his chest hurting fiercely.

After a while, there was a pleasant voice.

Ding dong.

"The ninth floor is here."

A door opened, and the chattering noise was a headache. He panted, his brain in a mess.

Until someone shouted, "Hey, you can't get in, the elevator is going away."

Only then did he react, and subconsciously rolled over and got into the magnificent elevator.

The elevator is full of people.

But none of Hoffa knew.

"Disaster Reversal Department." Someone asked him sympathetically.

"Heh...heh..." Hoffa firmly squeezed the necklace in his hand, gasping for breath.

"It's so pitiful, it's really hard for the interns these years."

Someone said sympathetically.

"Who said no? When I first came for an internship, George sent me to fix a Muggle toilet. The toilet was cursed, and I sprayed it at the touch of a button."

"Yeah, you are so disgusting."

"Don't say this, by the way, did your department find Bertha Jorkins?"

"not yet."

"It's weird. It doesn't take so long on vacation. Albania is so fun?"

"Follow her, that woman is always nervous, and it's no surprise where she goes."

Ding dong.

Pleasant female voice: "The sixth floor, the Magic Transportation Department, including the Floo Network Management Bureau, the Flying Broom Management and Control Bureau, the Door Key Office, and the Phantom Visualization Testing Center."

The elevator stopped and the crowd came in and out, and in and out.

Hoffa listened to the female voice in his ear, knowing he was still at the Ministry of Magic.

"Silby...Fatier...Chloe...Miranda...Miranda..."

Thinking of his friends who had been locked out of the phone booth, he felt as if he had caught a life-saving straw, his chaotic and innocent eyes restored some clarity, and his palms pressed straight to the floor.

The elevator stopped.

He was squeezed out of the elevator by those with high hats, pushing and smashing, like a pinball in the crowd, annoying paper airplanes were everywhere in the air, and it was almost dazzling. Blind sunlight.

He lowered his head and clenched the necklace in his hand. Staggering through the crowded fireplace corridor, crowded in the crowd, came to the streets of London in the scorching sun.

Glaring.

Bright.

The snow and ice of Christmas have long since disappeared. On the wide and flat asphalt road, a red double-decker bus galloped past, pedestrians chatted leisurely, colorful balloons flying in the air, and bright and beautiful brand-name shops on the side of the road, and teenagers stepped on it. The skateboard slid down the steps, the couple kissed on the side of the street, and the Ferrari galloped past with a roar of bombing the street.

A figure in the distance caught Hoffa's attention.

"Miranda..."

He stumbled over.

When I approached, I found that it was just a poster in a billboard.

In the billboard, a cool man wearing sunglasses is holding a gun, and in his arms is a girl holding a paper bag. The girl looks a bit like Miranda, but it is definitely not her.

Looking at the billboard, Hoffa fell to the ground with a plop.

He sat under the poster of "This Killer Is Not So Cold". Looking at the big cool nose of Jean Renault in the picture, he was in a daze.

year 1994.

Fifty years later.

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