Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

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The sky was as dark as the theater curtain, the drizzle kept falling, and the Scharnhorst battleship was swaying in the rough waves.

A hundred meters away from the dark clouds in the sky, there is a huge eye like the hull of a ship.

"Break out the bones!"

A red light flashed by, illuminating the sky in the glass bottle red.

Mans raised his head from the sorcerer's glass bottle, and saw a man in a red robe brandishing a magic wand, and a scarlet tongue-like curse entangled a kneeling black robe on the ground, and the black robe screamed.

This is a wide arched hall. In the hall, there are several maids holding pots in tasseled robes and the floor. They look very classical. Some of them held their breath, some turned their heads away.

In order to hide their whereabouts, the red-robed wizard Kleist from the headquarters of the Wizarding Association directly enchanted the Scharnhorst battleship in a glass bottle and carried it with him, and they themselves were taken by Kleist to England In a hidden castle on the coast, night and day in the seaside searching for traces of Anker.

Now, half a month has passed, Anker is still missing, and Red Kleist's patience is getting worse. He sits in the hall of the castle every day, furious. Every black robe that set out to find Anker, but returned without success, would be tortured by Klester's heart-wrenching curse.

"A whole month, I haven't found it, you guys!!" Klester brandished his wand, cursing mercilessly at the screaming man on the ground.

Looking at the tortured and convulsing subordinates on the ground, Mans seemed quite calm. Thanks to the secret missions for many years and months, as well as the move of searching the secret realm of wizards in Germany, Mans knew about the existence of wizards for a long time. , I also know the horror of the Heart Drill.

Three years ago, when he saw the Heart Drilling Charm for the first time, the scale was even more terrifying than Kleist's rage.

At that time, he and his colleagues were called up to Berlin to perform a classified mission. Before the mission, Grindelwald chose to test the quality of each of them with the drill spell.

boom!

The door was slammed open.

"Found Anker!"

A black robe broke in and spoke anxiously.

Everyone in the hall stood up. Kleist put away his wand and stepped over the black-robed wizard who had been tortured because he returned without success. "Where?"

The black robe became hesitant for a moment looking at his still twitching colleague on the ground.

"I asked you something, didn't you hear me?"

Red Kleist was anxious and angry.

"I think it would be better for you to come and see for yourself."

The subordinate said.

The crowd filed out and walked out of the hall.

In the corridor, a few black robes dragged a fishing net and walked over. The pungent sea smell in the air caused several maids holding pots to cover their noses.

In front of him was a man lying in a fishing net. He was wet, apparently just recently fished out of the sea. His complexion was as pale as a dead body, and his limbs were swollen and swollen, like a beef cow being injected with water. There are some weird red hairs growing in every corner of the body. What's even weirder is that his eyes are open, his pupils keep turning, and there is a wonderful smile on his face.

Such a weird combination is astounding.

Mans walked in front of the fishing net. Although the changes were great, he still recognized that this man lying on the ground was really his former subordinate, Anker.

"My son found him in the shallow sea this morning."

An old man wearing a gorgeous green robe holding a handkerchief came out from the side of several black robes. He had slightly pointed ears, old and withered skin, and a left hand bent at a strange angle: "And breathing , Shouldn't die yet."

Kleist squatted down for the first time and pressed his son's neck with his hand. Then he drew his wand and tapped it on his head, but Anker ignored him no matter what he did.

His hollow face kept a permanent smile, and he kept repeating a word, "more...more...more..."

Mans had never seen this before. He lowered his voice and asked his men, "What is this, corpse?"

"No, it's not like."

He shook his head: "The corpse is controlled by others, and it is still human, but Anker... Anker is no longer human. God knows what happened to him."

"It should be saved."

Mans asked with concern.

"Saved!?"

As soon as the voice fell, he was like being hit head-on by a rushing locomotive. Anker's father, Kleist in the red robe, pinched his neck without warning, and pressed him against the wall heavily, shaking with anger.

"Do you think he looks like he can be saved? You have to pay for it, little Muggle! It is obviously a simple capture task, but you frequently make mistakes, and even get into the precious life of a wizard."

The wand was on top of Mans' head, and the magical power in the air made his scalp numb.

Before Mans could speak, his throat was sealed. At this time, his men once again turned into tortoises with their heads shrunk, without saying a word, as quiet as the surrounding maids holding pots. They are all trying to eliminate their sense of existence. Mans understood that even if the man in front of him killed himself, he would not pay any price.

Between life and death, the green-robed old man holding his handkerchief stepped forward and grabbed Klester’s arm with the broken hand.

"Oh, Klester, you are still as impatient as you used to be. Don't worry, there must be some way." The old man smiled and hit the field.

"How? He is already a corpse."

Klester said furiously.

"Can a corpse laugh? Can a corpse talk? Can laugh and talk, isn't it a normal person, right?"

The old man gave Mans a wink. In the wizarding world, due to years of continuous wars, the penetration between countries has become more and more deep. The old man in front of him is a famous British wizard, but in fact he has already taken refuge in Germany. Become a secret minion in the Wizarding Association.

"He... he's not dead yet."

Mans worked hard and said hoarsely under the iron palm of the red robe.

"But he has no soul!"

Kleist roared: "What is the difference between a soulless wizard and a dead man, it's just a beast controlled by instinct! A deformed monster inferior to a vegetable!"

"I...I can...recover his soul..."

Mans said with difficulty.

"What? Just rely on you, a Muggle who doesn't even have magic, why do you let out such a big talk."

"I... can you... let go of me first?"

Mans's face rose to the color of pig liver, and saliva couldn't stop flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Klester raised his hand, and Mans was thrown to the ground like a torn sack, coughing constantly.

The old man in the green robe beckoned, and several maids stepped forward and helped Mans up from the ground with his arms.

After taking a few breaths, Mans pushed away the maid who supported him, and said palely: "I really can't, but Grindelwald can. I know him. His magic is unfathomable."

As soon as he said the words, the old man's expression in the green robe changed. He frowned and patted Mans on the shoulder quickly, not knowing what he was indicating.

"Let's talk!" Klester was furious. "Do you think I am a three-year-old? Grindelwald has been in his wizarding tower for a whole year without going out. No one has seen him during this time."

"This task was given to me by Grindelwald. He knows me very well." Mans shook his neck: "And if you want to save your son, you have no choice but to trust me. Unless you have something else. The way you can save him."

The surroundings became quiet, and all eyes were on the red-robed wizard.

Klester's face was uncertain. In the end, he looked at Anker who was still smiling mysteriously on the ground. The guy was still smiling and murmured, more...more...

Finally, Kleist compromised. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Well, I will give you three days. After three days, you will at least let me see Grindelwald, otherwise, I will take you to my son to bury him!"

.......

.......

Another place, the edge of the unknown promontory.

Hoffa slowly woke up from his dream, and he returned to the deck of the lifeboat again, maintaining the same posture as before he dreamed, with his head down on the deck.

The castle disappeared, the dark grass and the forbidden forest also disappeared, sober broke through the chaos, like the first awakening of a big dream. The cool ocean current mixed with the salty and bitter ocean breeze rushed in. Hoffa had never felt that the real world was so beautiful, and the precise laws of physics revealed in the turbulent ocean current were so poetic and romantic.

Climbing up, he saw the nun lying next to him, the sea breeze blowing her hair, she sniffed and opened her eyes slowly, and she was about to wake up.

Patter.

There was a soft noise behind him.

Hoffa turned his head abruptly.

I caught a glimpse of a dark, unidentified object crawling from the ship’s side to the ocean less than 20 centimeters behind them.

Seeing it was about to swim into the sea, Hoffa's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he rushed out of the boat like lightning, swiped his hand into the sea, and caught it a second before it was like water. It abruptly pulled half of its body into the water and pulled it out of the sea.

The creature squirmed frantically in his hands, tentacles flying around Hoffa's face.

The magical power surged, and the sea water transformed into a crystal clear glass ball in Hoffa's hands, firmly trapping the unknown creature in it.

Its limbs slapped the glass frantically, making an angry movement. But it has no effect. The deformed glass ball is much tougher than ordinary glass.

Hoffa took the glass ball in his hand and looked at the creature he had never seen before.

From the front, it does not have a face, only a cloud of chaotic black smoke floating in its skull, and below the skull are several flying tentacles. This made him think of the most primitive fear, the fluttering tentacles and the sharp mouth in the deep sea of ​​the dream.

Is this little thing causing the four of them unspeakable nightmares?

It's just that it's too miniature compared to the behemoth hundreds of meters seen in the dream seabed.

"what is that?"

Chloe also woke up, and she asked afflictedly.

"Not sure, but it's obviously a magical creature."

Hoffa held the glass ball and wondered, "It's strange why there are magical creatures in such a place."

"Shouldn't it?"

"Of course, the appearance of magical creatures is always accompanied by wizards or wizard secrets. If they appear in an unknown underwater relic, or a primitive wizard island in the Pacific, then I can believe it.

But here, the English Channel, this civilized waterway that has long been occupied by various forces, why such a rare and weird unknown creature appears, I really don't understand. "

"Ok..."

Chloe thought for a while, "Will someone put it here on purpose, trying to frame us."

"It's possible, who did you offend?"

Hoffa asked.

"I haven't been out in the monastery since I was a child. You often run outside. Have you offended anyone?"

Hoffa thought, it seemed that there were too many to count. However, if someone really wants to harm him, it shouldn't be such a big deal. This creature does not seem to be owned by ordinary people.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head without a clue.

"Forget it, I'll keep this, maybe I can study it in the future." As he spoke, a barb grew on the glass ball, and he hung the glass ball around his waist, thinking it was a peculiar gain.

"You have to be safe."

Chloe watched with some anxiety as he put the glass ball on his waist and kept a distance from it, as if he was afraid that the thing would break through the glass ball and drag her into the terrible nightmare again.

Hoffa nodded, and covered the glass ball with another layer of steel. Now, even the vibration disappeared.

The British coastline can be vaguely seen in the distance. The real English Channel is so narrow, it is not at all the endless sea in a dream.

"What's the number today?"

Chloe asked.

Hoffa didn't know, he couldn't determine the time, nor could he determine his position, only the birds were flying above his head, and there were many silver flying fish across the water.

He caught a glimpse of the flying birds and whitebait, they were popping together on the surface of the sea, presumably eating. There was a rancid smell in the air. Hoffa felt something, so he started the lifeboat and rowed towards the place where the birds gathered.

When they reached a piece of the sea, the birds flew up and down, and some even pulled up their feces in the air, seeming to want to drive off the invaders.

"Damn..."

Hoffa propped up the shield, and then saw what was even worse-the corpse that the birds were pecking at turned out to be a pale and swollen corpse. The corpse was rotten and swollen, and the cloak he was wearing was undoubtedly the black of Germany.

When he turned over the corpse, he couldn't help sighing secretly. Although his face and chest had been eaten up by fish and birds, he could still be recognized that this was Aldo's corpse.

He was right. In the real world, he was already dead.

Thinking of the adventures in the nightmare, Hoffa silently covered his face with his palm. "rest in peace."

After that, magical power surged, and a stream of water firmly imprisoned Aldor's corpse and turned it into a layer of ice coffin. The surface of the ice coffin was deformed again and turned into heavy steel, bringing Aldor's corpse into the seabed.

The nun stood beside him, gesturing a trinity with her fingers on her chest and forehead. The expression was also quite emotional. The man had helped them in the nightmare.

After doing all this, Hoffa said to the nun: "Aldo and Anker have found us, indicating that Mueller Mans has been tracking us before. He must have found the person on the cargo ship. We have to They find it back, otherwise, they will be taken into the concentration camp and will undoubtedly die."

The nun was still looking at the sea sadly. When Hoffa said so, she was taken aback and looked at Hoffa in surprise.

"Don't look at me like that."

Hoffa waved his hand: "They weren't going to come to the UK. I forced them to come. I have to be responsible for their safety."

Chloe's eyes were bright and energetic, and she smiled happily, "Well, shall we go back?" She pointed to the sea behind her.

"Do not,"

Hoffa made Nunu mouth towards the distant coastline.

"Their giant warships can't stay at sea for too long, otherwise they will be discovered by the British navy. If nothing happens, those people will be on land, waiting for us to throw ourselves into the net."

"Then we go up like this, don't we just take care of it?"

Chloe said worriedly.

"It's ok."

Hoffa put on black metal gloves.

"I will find them and take you to London together."