Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Among the crowds in the stands of the Quidditch stadium, Hoffa and Nicole LeMay sat in the second row, surrounded by fans in the traditional costumes of various countries.

They waved their arms, their foreheads were sweaty, and they were excited to cheer for their country's team. Even the elderly Nico Lemay, with his neck stretched out at this moment, stared at the middle of the field without blinking.

At this moment, the game in the arena is close to white-hot. The fierceness of the game is now far more fierce than any game Hoffa has seen in the past.

The firebolt flew past, fast as lightning, and the batsmen on both sides acted mercilessly. They didn't care whether the stick in their hands hit the ball or the person, they just swung and beat desperately.

A player was hit in the waist and almost fell off the broomstick.

"Mustafa reprimanded the Bulgarian goalkeeper for hitting-too much elbow movement!" Ludo Bagman shouted to the clamoring audience, "Ah, yes, the Irish team made a free throw!"

In the middle of the Quidditch arena, the little dwarfs rose into the air like a group of shiny bumblebees, and now they quickly formed the words "Ha! Ha! Ha!" together. The Veeva on the opposite side of the field jumped up and flicked their hair angrily.

"foul!"

The supporters of the Irish team around Hoffa shouted in unison. They all stood up, forming a huge green wave.

"Foul!" Ludo Bagman's magically amplified voice repeated these two words, "Dmitrov hurt Moran-deliberately flew over and crashed-will definitely be sentenced to a free throw- That's right, the referee blew the whistle!"

Nicole May pushed Hoffa excitedly, "Look, it's a foul, it's a foul, it must be a fight!"

But Hoffa was a little lacking in interest. After entering the field, he always had a lingering anxiety and oppression in his heart. This oppression didn't know where it came from, and he couldn't concentrate on watching the game.

Finally, when the Irish team's penalty officer was standing in front of the ball ring, he stuck to Nicole Lemay's ear and said: "I'll go out and find Batty Jr."

"right now?"

Nico Lemay said in surprise, "It's so good-looking, it's not too late to look for it after reading it."

"No, it won't be too long. I'm afraid there will be too many people after the end, but I won't find him."

Nicole LeMay looked a little unhappy, like a friend who failed in the Amway movie, frowning and saying: "Okay... you go back quickly, don't let the people at the Ministry of Magic find out."

"understand."

After Hoffa finished speaking, he gathered his clothes, quickly bypassed the crowd, and walked to the top box of the Quidditch Stadium.

Since Nico Lemay pretended to be Ali Bashir, he was just a businessman, so naturally he could not sit in the box of an official of the Ministry of Magic at the top, but the distance was not far, only a few tens of meters away by the stairs.

Thinking of the Harry Potter trio on top of his head, Hoffa couldn't help speeding up. If he remembered correctly, Barty Crouch Jr. should also be sitting in the box where the Minister of Magic and Harry were at this time.

Walking through the stairs to the door of the top box, Hoffa saw two Aurors in black robes standing motionless at the door of the box.

Out of caution, his ghost wandered away.

However, when he walked to the two Aurors, he found that they were leaning against the wall with their eyes closed, their heads shaking slightly up and down.

Really lazy, Hoffa thought. You can doze off in such noisy places.

He did not wake the two of them, and quietly walked into the top box without disturbing anyone.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the arena, and Hoffa could see a row of young people with red hair, who should be the children of the Weasley family. The men and women with light blond hair should be members of the Malfoy family. There is also a boy with black hair, which should be the back of Harry’s head, and a girl with curly chestnut hair. She is holding a brass telescope and staring at the court firmly. It should be Hermione Granger— Thinking of his own goals, Hoffa felt that his past was really naive and cute.

After standing at the door and looking around, Hoffa discovered another serious problem. Everyone described in the original book is here, but Barty Crouch Jr. is not there, not even the house elf with the name Shining.

This made him frown. Could this be the legendary butterfly effect. When he saw the old Barty Crouch during the day, he became alert and didn't release his son at night?

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to hesitate. He left the box in a stride and hurried out of the court. He was going to Old Barty's house to confirm the facts.

The noise of the Quidditch stadium gradually faded away, and he entered a familiar area. At this moment, outside the empty tent area, there was no one. The fog of the South Wales swamps was coming as expected, and there was something that followed. Weird low temperature.

The low temperature made Hoffa shiver, how could it be so cold?

Click.

The sound of the branch being trampled was heard from a distance, extremely faint.

But he was accurately caught by Hoffa. He slowly turned around and raised his ears. In the dense forest behind the tent, Ruowu's conversation came to his ears.

"The cheap species...! The cheap species...! Please, please, haha..."

"Little master, you can't leave, the master said, if you leave, he will kill you!"

"You think I'm afraid of death, eh? You bastard, you think I'm afraid of death?"

"I don't have any, little master, Xiaoyan please beg you..."

"Kneel down, hold it!"

"Ah, here?"

"Can't you hear me?"

Xi Xi Suo Suo.

"Well..."

Under the moonlight, Hoffa's golden eyes suddenly widened, and the odd and odd information made him realize something. Like a ghost, he slowly drifted towards the place where the sound was made.

After entering the dense forest, he saw a very strange and unusual scene. This surprised Hoffa for about one-tenth of a second, but then he was relieved. He had even experienced the incident of collapsing himself with a single shot. What is such a thing?

I'm afraid that Barty, after coming out of Azkaban, has been mentally tortured by the dementors a bit abnormal.

He simply phantom stood on the edge of the woods, hugged his shoulders and watched the transparent little Batty finish, and then kicked the house elf away in extreme disgust. Because the guy was wearing an invisible cloak, he could only see a strange thing floating in the air, disappearing in a flash, and then the house elf knelt and coughed violently.

The picture was a little disgusting, Hoffa turned his head away and walked slowly out of the darkness behind the tree.

"I'm in good spirits, Barty."

Wow, the messy footsteps broke countless branches, the bald head that suddenly appeared frightened the man under the invisible cloak, and the elf with huge ears on the ground screamed frantically.

Hoffa raised a finger, and the scream stopped abruptly.

The tree behind the house elf suddenly came alive and locked the house elf's mouth with a branch.

Hoffa stopped before the empty tree roots.

"Open the cloak, I need to talk to you."

"Gegege..."

The teeth collided up and down, making a slight rattling noise.

There was nothing in front of him.

Hoffa's head turned a little bit, "Don't be afraid, don't step back, I can see you."

"who are you!?"

There was a roar of fright and anger in front of the empty tree roots. A light-yellow-haired, skinny young man suddenly lifted the invisible cloak on his body. He picked up a stone from the ground and slammed Hoffa's head in desperation.

Hoffa didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he rolled up his sleeves neatly and exposed his dark mark in front of him.

The young man who smashed the stone in the sky changed his posture in the midst of running wildly. From the desperate David, he became the **** who saw the emperor's decree in ancient times.

Bark.

He knelt and dragged three or four meters, rolled up a pile of leaves, slid in front of Hoffa with his knees, raised his hand and looked at his arm, and said in disbelief: "You...you are, the master's... ...servant?"

"No, I am his friend." Hoffa said lightly: "Your master asked me to come to you. He needs you more than ever before."

After saying this, Hoffa regretted it, because the eyes of the thin young man with light yellow hair in front of him were wet quickly, and he was wiped with tears, and said with a trembling choking, "I...I just... ...I knew it, I knew it...this day, I knew it...this day, the master, the master hasn't forgotten me, the master hasn't forgotten me..."

He said to himself, and started crying, the more he cried, the louder and louder he was.

Not only was she crying, but she wanted to raise her hand to touch Hoffa's arm, as if she wanted to touch something holy.

Hoffa never thought that the Batty Crouch he saw was such a Batty Crouch. How could this kind of stuff be hidden in Hogwarts for a whole year without being discovered?

Seeing that his fingers with nasal tears and tears were about to meet his arms, Hoffa lifted his leg and kicked him on his chest, kicking him back.

But after he was kicked, not only was he not angry, he didn't stop, but he climbed up from the ground and rushed to the tree that restrained the house elves, hugged the house elves, and said in ecstasy: "Sparkling! Sparkling! My master needs me, my master needs me!!"

He was so ecstatic that he madly kissed the house-elf on the cheek several times.

The poor house elf looked at Hoffa in the distance with horrified eyes. He couldn't make a sound and trembled.

"The master needs me! The master needs me, the master needs me!"

Barty Crouch Jr. shook his head and muttered to himself like a curse. Then, he turned his head abruptly, looked at Hoffa, and rushed towards him in stride, his eyes full of enthusiasm and madness.

The madness made Hoffa a little disgusted, he took a step back without a trace, and raised his finger.

Barty's feet were bound by vines, and he fell to the ground. Afterwards, Hoffa snapped his fingers, and an electric current flashed across the vines, upside down the hair of Barty Crouch Jr., unable to speak.

"Calm down?"

He squatted down in front of Little Batty.

"Master, where is the master, tell me where is the master?"

Little Batty is still fanatical.

Nourishment, another burst of current.

"Calm down?"

Hoffa asked cruelly.

"Asshole, I am the most loyal servant of the master, you dare to treat me like this!" He frothed and cursed.

Nourish! !

This time the current is several times stronger than just now.

Electric little Batty straightened up, emitting a scorching smell, and the electric shock struggling violently in the distance, tears filled her eyes.

Hoffa slowly released his fingers.

"Calm down?"

Little Batty stared tightly, looked at him in horror, and said nothing.

Patter.

The vines that bound him loosened.

Hoffa stood up and turned slowly around Little Batty.

"Voldemort asked me to come to you, so I came, but Voldemort didn't say that I was not allowed to kill you, so you'd better listen to me obediently."

"How do I know... what you said is true... is false!"

Hoffa raised a finger, and Little Batty shut up immediately, and subconsciously curled up into a ball.

"Humph," Hoffa sneered and released his finger: "Your master has a plan to resurrect, and he needs you, so I will take you out of here, do you understand."

"I understand, I understand."

Barty Crouch Jr. finally remembered. He crawled to Hoffa's feet and said impatiently: "When are we going, Mr. Baldhead."

"What do you call me?"

The veins burst on Hoffa's forehead.

"Uh..." Thinking of the terrible current, Little Batty immediately shrank again, and asked weakly: "Then... Then what should I call you?"

"You can call me-Mr. Bach."

After thinking about it, Hoffa gave out his surname, Bach’s surname is not unusual in foreign countries, it is the kind of bad street.

Little Batty entered the state immediately, "Then Mr. Bach, do we want to inform others about the master's return."

"Wh... what?"

Hoffa didn't react too much to his surprise.

"My master has been silent for so long, so many people have forgotten the master, so many people have forgotten our greatness, hum." I saw Little Batty sneered around in the woods twice: "I must let those people know who is the king of the wizarding world and who is the greatest black magician in history."

"and so?"

Hoffa frowned.

"So I want to do something for the master, I want to launch the Dark Mark to declare this great moment!"