Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The narrow corridor did not last long. An upward staircase appeared in front of it, and at the top of the staircase was an iron cover that could be opened and closed. The three pushed open the iron cover and stood out from the tunnel, a flash of fire behind them. The iron cover closed with a bang.

The three people choked with billowing smoke couldn't say a word, and the ground was littered with cinder and ashes. They were squeezed into a fireplace. The three climbed out of the fireplace and fell on the smooth floor, coughing violently.

Before he could take a break, Hoffa returned to the hearth and pulled the iron cover under the hearth. He was afraid that the nightmare Anker would come out of it. It took a while to find out that the iron cover was actually welded to death and could not be opened at all.

Nightmare Anker did not catch up. After the iron cover was closed, his crazy voice disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed softly to the ground, tired, spinning around, never wanting to think about why.

In the absurd nightmare world, any rules are distorted.

The silence lasted for less than a minute, and there was a suppressed laughter around him.

"Hahahaha..."

Turning his head to see, Aldo was lying on the ground, coughing tears were about to shed, but he looked at the top of his head and couldn't stop laughing.

Hoffa's face became very ugly when he touched the top of his head. Nightmare Anker actually burned his hair halfway up, and without even thinking about it, he must look very funny.

"Hahaha..."

He was still laughing.

Hoffaqiang supported himself to get up, kicked Aldo's chest, and knocked him to the ground, "Laughing at your father!?"

Aldo stopped smiling, he lay on the ground like mud, and began to choke again: "Without Anker, what's the point of going out..."

"You love him so much, go down and bury him." Hoffa said in disgust, and he was in a bad mood.

"Love him? No one hates him more than I am, arrogant, arrogant, and cold, but he is a descendant of the top of the association, and something must be counted on me." Aldo tore his hair and said in pain. .

Seeing his mangy posture, Hoffa sighed and didn't want to say anything anymore.

No one can easily survive during World War II.

Looking at Chloe again, she was sitting on the ground, she neither smiled nor cried. Instead, he looked at the ceiling with a dull face.

He followed Chloe’s eyes and saw the colorful Virgin Mary painted on the ceiling, the cross of **** hung on the wall, and the empty white bed and iron frame on the ground, like a hospital Infusion hall.

He felt a little bit in his heart, where the **** is this...?

There were footsteps behind him.

Chloe lowered his head and looked behind Hoffa.

A strange man said in surprise: "Chloe, why did you make it so dirty and fell into the fireplace?"

Hearing the sound, Hoffa turned his head and saw that the person was a middle-aged man in priest's clothes. He had a neat black beard, was of medium height, and his arms were trapped in his sleeves, making him quite elegant.

Hoffa looked at Chloe: "Is this your dream?"

Chloe bit his lower lip and clenched his fist without saying a word.

The old priest walked to the three of them, "You...who are you again?" He looked at Hoffa's head, whose hair was half burned by the flames, and the corners of his mouth twitched constantly.

Hoffa and Aldo still have time to answer in the future.

There were footsteps in the distance again, this time the footsteps were fine and dense, obviously more than one person.

The door was pushed open, and a group of nuns came over. The nuns were dressed in meticulous black and white clothes and headscarves. They all looked about the same age as Chloe, except for the one in the lead.

It was a middle-aged nun with a neat hair bun. She was dressed plainly, tall, with a pair of green phoenix eyes, and she looked very charming. However, the anxiety and anxiety on her face reminded Hoffa of the little widow Mary he had met.

"What happened, LeMay, how did you make this look, who did you fight with?"

She looked at Hoffa and Aldo standing next to Le May with displeasure, Xingshi asked, "Hey, did you make her like this?"

Chloe shook his head.

The young nuns behind her also noticed Hoffa's half-bald head and laughed one by one, covering their mouths, which made him very unhappy. It's fine to be laughed at by Aldo, and now I have to be laughed at by Chloe's subconscious, it is clear that I have become like this because of them.

"Is it your friend?" The middle-aged priest raised his hand to stop the nuns from snickering. He seemed to be easier to talk than the middle-aged nun.

Chloe nodded.

The priest breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the leading middle-aged nun: "Sanissa, don't get excited, these two don't look like bad people."

"I don't see it as a good person." The middle-aged nun did not relax her attitude, she said sternly: "Anyway, the monastery is about to have a curfew. If you have any consultation or want to pray for repentance, come back tomorrow. "

She couldn't help but pulled Chloe up from the ground, "You have the most trouble, so don't hurry up to wash this layer of coal ash, you don't want to pray so dirty."

"No, no," she said hoarsely.

"Then go quickly." She pinched the silk scarf and pushed Chloe's back with a frown.

Chloe pointed to Hoffa: "Sanesha dong dong, he is my friend, can you let him stay here?"

"Oh, my dear, what are you talking about? This is a nun's house, how can you take in men at night. Besides, these two people don't need treatment. There is no reason to stay here."

Hoffa couldn't help asking, "Where do you want us to go?"

"Go back where it came from, wait, what's the matter with your head?" The middle-aged nun frowned, as if she had only seen the half-bald head.

"The barber and I have a grudge," Hoffa said.

The corners of the middle-aged nun’s mouth twitched, her phoenix eyes narrowed into sharp arcs, she said in an indisputable tone: "Don't be silly, go back, don't worry your family at this night."

After speaking, she took Chloe to the depths of the monastery.

"Wait..." Hoffa wanted Chloe to stay away.

In return, the middle-aged woman looked back dissatisfied.

"What else do you want to do?"

Hoffa's hand hanging in the air slowly retracted, "Can you let me and Chloe speak alone?"

The middle-aged nun gave him a stern look and coughed, "You can say anything you want, but under the Lord's light, everything is transparent."

She held Chloe's shoulders and didn't let her move a bit. Everyone looked over, the middle-aged priest, Aldo, and the young choir nuns. They seemed curious what he would say.

It's a strict subconscious mind not to let you whisper. Hoffa sighed and looked at Chloe's pale face and helpless eyes, knowing that her spirit was exhausted under the torment of this nightmare.

"What to do..." She squirmed a few words with her lips.

"If it's not necessary, don't be an entity."

Under the gaze of his subconscious mind, he exhorted in a secret language.

......

......

The night in Paris is the same as before.

Pedestrians came and went on the road, but most of those who saw his weird haircut hurried past with a smirk covering their mouths.

Hoffa stood at the gate of Tekal Abbey, looking at the towering Eiffel Tower in the distance. I thought I was really a bad dog, but I couldn't get out of this place. After Chloe was taken away by the monastery, he and Aldo were also thrown outside by the monastery.

Aldo on the side suddenly coughed violently. He covered his mouth, coughing, while a trace of transparent liquid flowed from his fingers.

After coughing, he said hoarsely: "Why did you promise that woman just now to leave Miss Le May alone, what if she encounters any danger?"

Hoffa: "Are you worried about her?"

"After all, she saved me, in my dream."

"Unexpectedly, the ** wizard would still have a conscience discovery one day."

"Probably Mr. Bach does not bother to understand the honor of the German nation."

"I hope they all feel guilty like you. Dreams are related to emotions, and I don't want to do anything to stimulate Le May. The nun's refusal to enter does not mean that I can't sneak in."

"When are you going...cough cough..."

He coughed violently again, vomiting water as he coughed.

Hoffa pointed to his nose: "Is there anything okay?"

"It's okay." He wiped his wet nose: "Maybe it's just a cold."

"Aldo, there is no future with Grindelwald." Hoffa said suddenly, looking at the light in the distance: "Believe me, he doesn't care about the **** wizards' association at all, let alone your life and death. , The purpose of his life is to spread nothingness and pain in the world."

Aldo looked at him in amazement, "Why are you talking about this?"

"Compared to Anker, you have a bit of conscience. Come with me to England, and stay in Germany. Your conscience will be wiped out by slaughter and war sooner or later."

"Is there no slaughter in Britain? You said that you are very clean. When you killed Dominic, you didn't see that you were a little soft."

"You can't tell good from bad by yourself?"

"Sorry, I have no choice."

"You have a choice."

"There are options? Huh, we are trapped in a nightmare, life and death are hard to guarantee." He coughed again, and after coughing, he said: "If you can't get out, you will come to rebel against me. Mr. Bach deserves to be Lord Grindelwald. High disciple, I can really plan ahead."

"What if I find a clue to take you out of your dream?"

Aldo stared at him with wide eyes.

Hoffa pressed his shoulders: "Aldo, do I need you to do me a favor?"

Aldo shook his hand. "What are you going to do first?"

"I'm going to investigate some things. I may have to be separated from you for a while. During the time I am away, I hope you can help me protect Chloe LeMay. This should not be difficult for you."

"You believe me?"

"This matter is about our life and death." Hoffa solemnly said: "I have some guesses about this nightmare. If you can help me protect Le May, I have a 70% probability to take you out of this weirdness. The place."

Aldo looked at Hoffa's eyes for ten seconds, and finally, he nodded.

"Only this time, it still depends on Miss Le May's face."

Hoffa looked serious: "Although I don't know what will happen, this nightmare will do everything possible to stir up human emotions. This is her dream. Before I come back, you must ensure her mental stability. Can you do it? Aldo?"

"I try my best."

He said.