Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Damn, what kind of luck is this..."

After murmured, Hoffa jumped off the street sign and ran wildly.

A group of wandering alcoholics was broken up by him, and one of them screamed in Spanish behind him. He rushed into the bumpy wet road.

At this moment, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Hoffa didn't even have the thought of holding up the shield curse to block the rain. While quickly calculating the loss of magic power, he quickly turned the magic power to life, increasing his running speed.

The surrounding scenery retreated quickly, his running speed increased from 30 kilometers per hour to 50 kilometers, from 50 kilometers to 80 kilometers.

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In the old black Mercedes-Benz sedan, Chloe was tightly **** with his legs and hands at the moment. With a seal on her mouth, she was twisting her body desperately.

The soldier who drove saw the rapidly approaching figure in the rearview mirror. He was shocked and turned his head and said, "Behind!"

A black-robed wizard in the car took a look, and a tracker turned into a vague phantom, jumping over countless obstacles in the heavy rain.

"Drive your car."

After ordering the soldiers, he drew out his wand, opened the sunroof of the car, and slammed the wand at the tracker behind him.

The purple electric light generally passes through the heavy rain, smashing the sewage pipes of distant factories.

The violent explosion didn't stop the guy at all, he leaped high and disappeared into the rain curtain in the air by the air wave brought by the explosion.

Three seconds later, he reappeared and slammed heavily on the roof of the car.

The car that was running at high speed crooked, the wheels spinning idly, spinning wildly on the slippery rainy ground.

The black-robed wizard saw that the tracker was so fast. He drew back into the car without hesitation, grabbed Chloe's arm, and tried to apparate.

The Apparition was imminent, Hoffa tore the door open, and quickly grabbed his arm!

Snapped! ! !

The three of them disappeared into the car at the same time.

The moment it disappeared, the black old-fashioned car slammed into the statue of Louis XVII on the side of the road, bursting into a burst of sparks.

Next second.

The space was distorted, and the three of them appeared near the outpost less than two kilometers from here. The moment he appeared, Hoffa hit the black robe's lower abdomen with a fist, snapped his hand to **** Chloe from the zongzi, and the black cloth on the nun's mouth was ripped apart by a crash.

Ahhhhhhhh! !

The scream almost pierced her eardrums, the fear completely lost her mind, all the nerves were screaming, and Hoffa covered her mouth. He hugged Chloe horizontally, and rose into the sky without much thinking.

The black-robed wizard slid more than ten meters on the ground. He rolled over and got up from the ground, twisting his waist and waved his magic wand. Chloe in Hoffa's hand seemed to be held by an invisible iron chain, let go, and flew into the hands of the black witch out of thin air.

Hoffa's hands were empty, and he started to fall off guard. He fell on the road, dull pain in his legs.

Grasping the target again, the black witch screamed in German, "Grab him!"

The soldiers staying near the outpost all looked over.

Afterwards, they jumped on the armored vehicles one after another.

The armored car opened fire.

boom! !

The dazzling fireball exploded above the head, and the turbulent sound wave came over, feeling heart-piercing. Someone hit him with a bomb weighing hundreds of tons in the Europa tank, and the entire outpost was submerged in the white noise of the explosion wave.

In the flames, Hoffa gritted his teeth secretly.

Frozen, he even dispatched an armored vehicle.

Huge wings came out from behind him, and the feathered wings gradually turned into metal in the gunfire.

The cold machine was tireless, and the black witch dragged Chloe, who was squirming, back quickly, and while backing, he shouted: "Don't stop, blow him into powder!"

In the artillery fire, the huge shock wave oozes blood from the corner of Hoffa's mouth under the wings, and a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes, no longer caring about saving magic, and slammed his fist on the ground.

The fist is completely wrapped by the blue metallic luster, becoming thicker and bigger!

Click! !

Numerous cracks broke through the ground, and countless sharp spikes pierced through the ground.

A tank that was spitting flames was raised high by spikes, tipped over, and rushed towards him on its side. Hoffa made a fist with his right arm and slammed a punch into the barrel.

boom! !

The armored car braved a thick flame, rushed past its companions, and flew far away under the recoil force at high speed, like a dying flame behemoth, hitting other tanks with one head.

Hoffa pulled out his fist, the wings on his back faded quickly, and only his underwear was burned.

The wizard who grabbed Chloe flicked his wand fiercely, and the void was torn apart. A dozen corpses crawled out of the void. They threw their hands and feet at Hoffa, trying to block his movement.

But with the flash of electric light, Hoffa's hands and feet passed through the surrounding of the corpses. Under the explosion of huge energy, those corpses turned into ashes like paper.

The black witch saw that the opponent was unstoppable, and immediately pushed Chloe forward, and the apparition disappeared into the air without hesitation.

Hoffa grabbed Chloe and tore the rope from her with one hand. At the same time, with two wings on his back, he hovered and rushed to the sky, disappearing into the clouds in an instant. Only those soldiers on the ground were holding their guns and shooting frantically at the remaining flames of the explosion.

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On the other side, the underground is cold and humid.

The black-robed wizard stumbled and apparated. He walked through the dark hallway and came to a huge but extremely cold crypt.

I saw that in the center of the crypt, there was a cold operating table lying horizontally on the operating table with a dismantled male corpse. Half of his chin was cut off and he shot intensely. The light shone on the bright red gums and the orbicularis oris muscle, causing the cut-off corpse to glow with a kind of pink transparent luster.

Near the operating table, an unusually tall man in black uniform was dangling a cigar, holding a slender stick and stabbing the corpse. The tip of the stick seemed to carry some kind of electric current, and the cold corpse twitched every time it was pricked. a bit.

"...The field of vision is too narrow, and the materials available for observation are too scarce. I need more research objects."

The black-clothed officer said slowly: "The werewolf in the Eastern District tonight revealed to us the source of the private alchemy weapon. If we trace the past, I must be able to find..."

The officer stopped talking suddenly.

More than a dozen black-robed wizards were holding quill pens, and they were recording something. When they stopped talking, they coincidentally looked at the officer's eyes.

Saw the hapless guy who was holding on to the wall at the entrance.

"I met the fire dragon, Aldo, so embarrassed?"

The officer asked jokingly, and low laughter sounded in the conference room.

The black witch tore off his robe and threw it aside, "Damn it!"

"What's the matter?" the officer asked: "Where's LeMay, haven't you found it?"

"Hoffa Bach is in France."

The black witch said bitterly: "He robbed the target character."

"What did you say?" The black-clothed officer repeated: "Say it again."

"Golden eyes, gray hair! That Animagus, Hoffabach, he's in France!"

"Bach? That student of Saint Grindelwald?"

"Isn't he who else?"

The hall became quiet, and the needles fell for a while. Then, fierce debate broke out among wizards.

"What is that kid doing?"

"Hasn't he been missing for almost a year?"

"Why does Grindelwald look at a guy with no hair."

"I didn't say that I couldn't kill him, so I would say that I can kill him without doing anything else. After all, he is a wizard of the Allied Powers..."

"quiet!"

With the arm hitting the operating table.

The voice of the wizard's debate was suppressed by the voice of the black-clothed officer. He was rubbing his chin, his eyes gleaming sharply.

"I don't care about a student who hasn't finished studying at Hogwarts, I'm just curious, how did he get involved with LeMay?"

"who knows,"

The wizard who just returned said: "But I have left a magic mark on Chloe Lemay, we can track her."

"Tracking...Magic Agmanis, seems to be of great research value..." He whispered for a moment like a dream, and he raised his head, "You did a good job." The black-clothed officer threw Dropped the baton

"You guys, take things and follow me. It's best to get those two people back today."

At this time, one of his men raised his arm.

"Do we still need to track the private armed forces that Durant turned over?"

The officer sneered: "Do you have a brain problem and don't know which one is more valuable?"

Shut up his subordinates.

Soon, outside the crypt, several black old-fashioned Mercedes-Benzs started, and they expelled steaming water mist, galloping past in groups in the rain.

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The Pantheon area.

The old buildings, like other buildings on this street, are also waiting for the city's tireless sandblasting renovation.

Hoffa hugged Chloe and landed on the roof of a church. At the end of the transformation, he recovered his human form, sat down somewhat exhausted, and entered a state of meditation apart from anything else, and began to recover his magical powers.

At this moment, the burning outpost in the distance was no longer visible. In less than ten minutes, he squandered his own magic power and flew nearly ten kilometers away.

Chloe looked at the naked upper body of the young man beside him, and sat on the ground with his eyes closed and some mysterious handprints. Although the frantic battle lasted only less than three minutes, it was a frenzy she had never seen before.

The young wizard in front of him, who was about the same age as himself, looked gentle, but in his bones he was so violent and crazy.

It took about thirty minutes before Hoffa slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, Ye Yu has completely drenched him into a drenched chicken.

"You... are okay." Chloe tentatively asked, hiding under the canopy.

"It's fine."

Hoffa reached into his clothes pocket, trying to take the potion out to Chloe.

But when he reached out and touched it, he found that not to mention the potions, his clothes were all blown up, and those potions, along with his clothes, shattered in the first wave of explosions.

Although he can hold the bombardment of artillery fire for a short time with deformation, his clothes and potions can't hold them. Due to conditions, these potions are all packed in ordinary glass bottles.

Looking at their bare upper body, both of them were stunned.

After a long time, Chloe said slowly: "Being naked like this, I'm afraid it won't be called by the flying curse."

"hateful...."

Hoffa patted his head in irritation and pulled his hair up.

The rain crackled on his shoulders, making him feel upset.

"Are you going to die..."

He sighed helplessly.

At this moment, the time flare on his forearm has now expanded to the entire body, and there are large and small transparent spots all over his body. Under the arrow of indomitable time, no matter how powerful wizards are, they are as fragile as ants.

Chloe didn't say anything cold at this time, she asked in a low voice, "Do you have anything else to restore magic power?

"Where to find it, that thing is not a cold film, just buy it casually." In the face of imminent death, Hoffa looked rather anxious.

"Don't panic," Chloe comforted, "It must be a way."

"Method...method...recovery of magic..."

Hoffa turned his back on the spot twice, and suddenly stopped.

"...Wait a minute, do you know how to construct weapons?"

"Constructed weapons? I don't understand."

"Where's the magic crystal, do you know?"

"Then I know. But I heard that that kind of thing requires special equipment to use."

Hoffa rekindled hope, he stood up and murmured: "I understand...I understand..."

The potion was shattered, and the only way to restore magic power was the magic booster gloves in his hand.

When I was making that pair of gloves, I had inlaid two magic crystals in it, and the magic contained in it was as much as two adults.

If the energy in that glove is completely released, it must be enough for Chloe to reach the magical runaway.

It's just that now that pair of gloves is in my own hand two days ago, and I want to get it in my hands without being discovered by myself. It will take a lot of trouble.

"What do you unserstand?"

Chloe asked.

Hoffa stood up, paced around the place two times with excitement, and then pressed Chloe's shoulder: "Do me a favor."

"What's busy?"

"Help me be a thief."

"You're here again," Chloe opened his hand irritably, "I'm not a thief!"

"No, no, I didn't let you steal others..."

"Who is that stealing?"

"Steal myself, steal me two days ago."

Chloe was taken aback, looking at Hoffa's eyes more and more weird. After three full seconds, she abruptly stood up, pointed to Hoffa's nose and screamed:

"Well, let me say, so you asked me to be a thief! You still blame me!!"

Hoffa scratched his head in embarrassment, thinking that this was too much of a mess, that he was really wronged.

"I was wrong, I can't do it if I was wrong!" Hoffa apologized quickly and sincerely: "This...I can't think of it."

"Is it all wrong, you are on the street...you are in front of so many people on the street!" Chloe became more and more angry, reaching out to hit Hoffa.

Hoffa sneered and stood still.

But Chloe’s raised arm did not fall after all. She watched the time flare on Hoffa’s chest gradually expanding, stomping her feet in annoyance, and lowering her hand.

"Oh, all right, I promise you, but you have to find a place first and let me put on my makeup."

"make up?"

"Nonsense," Chloe pointed to his nose: "Without makeup, I will be recognized by a German wizard again, what should I do?"

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One hour later, the Eastern District.

Durant Bar.

Hoffa and Chloe squeezed in through the group of dancers at the back door of the bar, and heard someone whispering, "How come there are guys that dress up."

"Huh, no matter how sacred a woman is, she is nothing but a woman."

"Occupation has nothing to do with sex, hum."

Following the sound, four or five dancers gathered under the eaves in the smoky smoke, smoking cigarettes with emptiness and boredom.

On their faces painted with thick smoky makeup, a pair of disdainful eyes hides some kind of imperceptible jealousy and disgust.

Hoffa shrugged and walked over to say hello to them.

"Yeah, good evening."

The **** the right giggled and stabbed him: "You can abduct girls from the monastery, or did you just borrow a set of clothes?"

"Not only did I borrow the clothes, I will also put some makeup on her later."

Hoffa said.

"You really know how to play, do you want to make it for me too."

She squeezed the fireworks and put on a poss, which caused the laughter of the other dancers to rise eight degrees, and Chloe frowned and rolled his head.

"The night is long." Hoffa patted her on the shoulder and pointed to the dressing table in the house: "I'm sorry, that person is definitely not you. Please go to the next meeting for a rest, I want to borrow your dressing table, can you?"

The smoke sprayed on Hoffa's face, the meaning was clear.

"Here." He fumbled in his leather jacket pocket and found a crumpled fifty-dollar banknote, subconsciously smoothed it on the trouser leg, folded it in four, and then handed it to her.

She looked into Hoffa's eyes, then looked at the paper money he was handing over, and chuckled softly without moving her lips, but took the money and walked away.

Five or six times in the same way, the dressing room became empty.

"You're quite skilled, isn't it the first time?"

Chloe asked disgustedly.

"Whatever you think."

Hoffa leaned on the chair beside him and said lazily, "Let's get started."

"cut."

Chloe snorted coldly. After sitting in front of the mirror and sorting out the messy food scraps and messy unknown objects, he began to put on makeup. Taking advantage of this gap, Hoffa took a look at her true appearance.

She is young, has lavender eyes, her hair is a soft wine-red color, and her facial features are three-dimensional that are typical of European women. The complexion is a little pale, and the lips are not much bloody, not very healthy.

But if you use the beauty of decadent Gothic art to describe her, it is somewhat incorrect. The way she was sitting in a chair and looking at the mirror seriously reminded Hoffa of the woodpecker, the kind of creature that is so focused when facing the tree...

As the makeup on her face gradually took shape, her true appearance gradually disappeared. First, she put pockmarks on her face, then scars around her eyes, and snapped her fingers after adding scars.

Under the influence of magical power, those scars became very real, and she was extremely skilled in her technique, which was obviously not the first time she had done this kind of thing.

"Other people's makeup is to beautify, but you are ugly."

Hoffa on the side said: "It's really strange to feel sorry for you."

"You can pull it down."

Chloe glared at Hoffa in the mirror: "It's not bad to survive. You still care about beauty and ugliness."

"Yeah, it's not easy to survive."

Hoffa retracted his eyes, stole through the door with some interest and looked at the other himself in the bar hall. The power of the rules of time clearly flowed in every tiny corner of his body. While crystallizing his body, it also changed the structure of his retina.

He seemed to be able to see the countless small scratches on the dull brown painted tabletop. The decoration style of the bar comes from the last century. It combines the traditional French style and the pale Milanese woodcarving style, but everything seems to be covered with a thin film. It seems that all the mirror and wood surfaces that have been bright have suffered millions. Customers are ravaged by something that can never be wiped off.

He had never cared about these things before, but now he discovered that these most inconspicuous things contained the most stubborn power, just like a mantis can exist for tens of millions of years after the extinction of dinosaurs.

Arrow of time...

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the scene he saw two days ago.

The werewolf Durant took a few women in his darkroom to make sacrifices. Although he saved a few, one of them was still eaten. If he moved faster, or Norbert moved faster, maybe one less death.

in case...

He straightened up slightly from the back of the chair.

Is it possible to change history by yourself?

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