Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The next day.

The endless rain enveloped the land of London, and the rain crackled on the glass, making people upset.

In Nicholas Lemay’s room, Barty Crouch keeps turning around in the living room, like a hamster running wild in a roller, endlessly looping.

Every time he turned around, he turned his eyes to the boy who was leaning on the sofa, but the bald head was just a gloomy face, and he didn't mean to pay attention to him.

Hoffa took a newspaper and sat on the sofa. In the newspaper, the headline of Hecca was so eye-catching [Horror scene at the Quidditch World Cup] There was also a flashing black and white photo of the Dark Mark hanging on the treetops beside it.

Behind the photo, a series of changes that took place after the Quidditch World Cup finals are recorded eloquently. Any contradiction refers to "mysterious people." No one thinks about Grindelwald at all, no one even mentions it. Someone is missing.

This made him puzzled. Are all the people in the Ministry of Magic blind? Can't see that so many people have disappeared? Didn't the relatives of the missing people report to the Ministry of Magic? What happened to the world?

Gurgling...

In the basement of the house, there was the sound of medicine boiling, and then a strong smell of medicine filled the house.

Barty Crouch Jr. finally stopped, rubbing his hands and looking at the basement expectantly.

After a while, Nicole LeMay got out of the basement with several plates in his hand. On the plates were several tubes of blue medicine.

"What did the Ministry of Magic say?"

He came to Hoffa with the plate.

"All the attention is on Voldemort, no reporters are missing, and there is no statement. These guys are too corpse for vegetarians." Hoffa looked at the newspaper blankly.

Nicole Mayor: "Connelly Fudge was not a wise wizard in the first place. All his attention is on his own position and he will not cause scandals during his tenure. Besides, even if he wants to report missing persons. , It may take a week before the missing is acknowledged."

Hoffa put down the newspaper, frowning, he always felt that things were not that simple. Grindelwald, the guy hiding in the dark, must have used other methods to hide the news of his own massacre, but he still doesn't know it yet.

Nicole May took out a tube of potion from the plate and handed it to Hoffa: "This is a septic potion, which can inhibit the blood power in your body. Each sip can last about an hour."

Hoffa put down the newspaper and picked up the small bottle in front of him. The blue substance in the bottle slowly rotated under the light of the fire, and it was shining with some unknown golden debris, which was very beautiful.

"This thing can effectively fight against the blood power in your body, but you have to remember that using it during the day is like an antidote to you and can help you restore the previous magical power, but at night, this thing is for you. It's poison, you must not drink it at night."

"I'm not stupid."

Hoffa murmured, opened the bottle and smelled it. Suddenly, his heart was agitated like a needle pierced, and he made a silent protest. He frowned.

Nicole Mai: "I specially made it into blueberry flavor, I don't know if you like it or not."

Hoffa silently put the potion in his pocket and stood up, "Are you ready, let's go to Voldemort."

"Master..." The little Barty on the side held his forehead and groaned, almost fainted with excitement, "Master...I'm coming..."

"How do we get there,"

Nicole LeMay frowned and asked, "Should I still go by in a Muggle car? Let me talk about it first. I have never been to Voldemort's site. I have never been to a place that has no impression in my mind. It is impossible to apparate. "

Hoffa opened his mouth slightly.

Nicole Mayor sighed, "I said, Hoffa, can't you apparate?"

"I will not apparate..."

Hoffa was a little embarrassed, he realized that he had been in the world of Harry Potter for so long, and he hadn't learned the technique of apparition. Speaking of these years, he has always been busy in completely different areas, rarely going back, and moving short distances, he doesn't need Apparition, which can cause dramatic fluctuations in magical power.

"Let’s learn first," said Nicolaema, "I teach you how to take us directly over."

Chopping wood without accidentally sharpening the knife, Hoffa nodded and agreed. But the excited little Batty groaned in pain, "Why can't even Apparate..."

"To shut up!"

Hoffa glared at him, "I won't die later!"

Little Batty lowered his head weakly, his eyes flickering, and forced a smile, "What Mr. Bach said is what Mr. Bach said..."

Nicole LeMay wielded his magic wand, removed some furniture in the house, and created a clearing in the fireplace: "Apparition is an ancient wizarding skill, usually used for long-distance movement to release. The road is not difficult, the most important thing is the goal, determination and calmness!

First of all, you must be very clear in your mind where you want to go, and have a strong desire to go. Finally, don't be anxious, count one, two, and three in your mouth, and then enter the shapeshift leisurely, understand? "

Hoffa nodded. He had heard of these things, but he had never tried them.

"Step 1: Focus on your goal,"

Nicolae Mai stood under a deer head sculpture under the fireplace and said:

"Come on, first try to move the shape here, there is not much difference between long distance and short distance, the only difference is magic."

Hoffa glanced at the fireplace, his eyes locked on the small carpet under the deer's head. Normally it was not difficult for him to concentrate, but he had a headache during the day, and he couldn't concentrate, even if it was rainy outside. , He could also feel the malice of the sun behind the clouds.

As he tried a little bit, the headache became stronger and stronger, followed by intense disgust and drowsiness, as if every cell in his body was clamoring to stop casting spells.

Nicole LeMay didn't pay attention to Hoffa's subtle expression like constipation. He saw Hoffa frown, so he shouted inspiringly: "Okay, one, two, three! It's now, Apparition!"

Snapped!

Accompanied by violent magical fluctuations.

Hoffa's angle of view was short, and then he rolled on the ground several times, with the soft touch of a wool carpet on his cheeks, and he heard the harsh laughter that Barty couldn't restrain.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhah

He frowned. He wanted to raise his head but couldn't do it. He could only see a headless body standing on the ground three meters away. He was a little surprised that the body didn't shed much blood, and if he wanted to, it would It can control its activities from a long distance.

Hoffa's head fell to the ground, and the headless body in the distance actually raised his arms.

Snapped! !

As Nicol Le May raised his wand, a thick purple smoke flashed by, and Hoffa's perspective was raised again. When he resumed his normal vision again, he had recovered to his full body and his head was still on his neck.

Nicole LeMay slowly put down his wand, a little confused: "How can you split? Ordinarily, a wizard of your level should not make such a low-level mistake."

"It's okay if you turn your head off!?"

Hoffa touched his neck, it was tight and seamless, there was no trace of the head that had just fallen off, and there was not much pain. It just feels a little twisted in the muscles.

This made him a little curious and a little scared, his head and body were separated just now, and this apparition is more dangerous than he thought.

"A brief separation has no effect." Nicolaema frowned and said: "Apparition distorts space, not your physical body. If it does not exceed a certain critical point, your head is still in place after unraveling this distortion. Physically, but once you exceed a certain critical point, you may really die."

After a pause, he still scratched inexplicably, "However, it stands to reason that the mental power of the shapeshifter is far superior to that of the ordinary wizard, and it should not be difficult for you to Apparate."

"Yes," Hoffa moved his neck and said helplessly: "I still have some difficulties during the day, let alone Apparition, maybe even the use of Transfiguration is a bit reluctant."

"That's it!"

Nicole May patted his forehead, "Look at my memory, it's not just right, you come and try the septic medicine."

Hoffa took the blue tube of sepsis from his waist, unplugged it, frowned and swallowed it.

Nicole May indeed added the blueberry flavor to it, but this couldn't alleviate some of his instinctive aversion to this potion.

I drank it in one sip, as if I had drunk some extremely viscous oily substance, almost before swallowing it, it stuck to the top of my mouth and jaw, and was quickly absorbed by the body.

The strong nausea made him bend down abruptly and cover his mouth. However, after the nausea subsided, he could feel the beast flowing in his blood gradually sleeping peacefully.

Then came a rare sense of transparency, like staying in a sultry bath all year round, suddenly walking outside, breathing in the fresh air, which made him refreshed. The sun behind the clouds is no longer so annoying, the light in the daytime is no longer so dazzling, and the body has been normal for a long time.

"how do you feel?"

Nicole May asked.

"well."

Hoffa put up a finger, which was flexible like a Swiss army knife, constantly changing into all kinds of strange things, one for a goblet, another for a mace, another for a fluttering ribbon, another for a while It was a curved snake head, and for a while it was a crab's tongs.

"I regained my ability to cast spells during the day, a very effective potion."

"I hope you don't say that tonight," Nicole LeMay muttered, "Come on, try again."

Hoffa stopped playing with his fingers and fixed his eyes on the carpet under the deer's head again.

Nicole LeMay raised his magic wand: "One...two...three!"

Snapped.

Accompanied by violent magical fluctuations.

A burst of green smoke passed, and Hoffa disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he had stood firmly on the plush carpet without any physical separation.

"Uh....."

The little Barty sneered in the corner was silent.

Nicol Lemay smiled his palms and said, "I said, this technique is not difficult for you, right. But you learned really fast. When I was young, it took me three days to practice. ."

"It takes so long?"

Hoffa frowned. Although he succeeded very quickly, he still didn't like the ability to cast spells in three seconds. He had fought against many wizards in short hands before, and in a high-intensity wizard confrontation, he took three seconds to cast Phantom Shift. The shape is simply wishful thinking.

"Maybe I don't like going out, so this ability is of no use to me." Nicole Mai laughed self-deprecatingly. "If you practice again, if it goes well, maybe you can master it today. Take us Go to Voldemort's hometown."

Hoffa shifted his gaze to the top of the church in the distance outside the window. He closed his eyes and said one, two, and three silently in his heart.

Then, crackling.

As if suddenly squeezed into a thick rubber tube, he couldn't breathe, and every part of his body was being severely squeezed. However, when he appeared again, he was already standing on top of the church under the rain.

"Yes... It's interesting."

After carefully characterizing the apparition technique, he shook his body and said silently, "One, two, three."

Disappeared again.

Appeared again.

One time is farther than one time.

Appearing in Regent Street for a while, Big Ben for a while, and King's Cross station for a while, staying in each place for about three or four seconds.

He was like Li Kui who was put on the magic charm by Dai Zong, at the top of the London city, he kept flashing and couldn't stop at all.

I have to say that after he became familiar with Phantom Shift, he still found it very interesting. Although the magic fluctuates greatly, although the casting time is much longer than the extremely fast transformation and the ghost walk without casting time, this It is still a very novel experience.

It feels like the invisible and intangible space has become a very elastic substance, which can be twisted, bends, and even swim in it. As long as it is a place that has been visited or an impression, it becomes a tentacle. Reachable.

In the end, when he returned to Nicole May's house, his magic power was exhausted by himself. At this time, the blood-septic medicine that had been drunk was almost time.

The sleepiness and jerky brought by the day came back to his body, and he leaned on the sofa contentedly.

Nico Lemay asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Hoffa nodded.

"Then when shall we leave."

When Nicol LeMay asked, Little Batty put his hand on his chest, looked at him expectantly, and trembled with excitement.

"Night." Hoffa said briefly, "I don't want to see him during the day."

"Ah...night..."

Little Batty wailed in pain, and rolled his head on the ground into a ball, "Why, I have been waiting for thirteen years...I have been waiting for thirteen years..."

"After waiting for thirteen years, do you mind waiting a few more hours?" Hoffa asked impatiently. The lunatic always urged him from time to time to upset him.

Little Batty's face flushed, with romantic fantasies shining on her face. He only listened to him dreamily saying: "If you understand the charm of the master, you will find that every second of waiting to see him is suffering,"

"ill."

Hoffa didn't want to pay attention to him, and began to think cross-legged.

"Ah...!" After little Batty rolled around with his head on the ground for a few times, he changed back to the hamster running wild in the cage, turning around the room in circles, empty and lonely.

Finally, as night fell, abundant magic power stirred Hoffa's body. He ended his meditation and grabbed the arms of Nicole May and Little Butty Crouch.

Snapped.

The apparition disappeared.

Eight hundred miles in one step.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the ruined gate of Riddle's House with Nico LeMay and Batty Jr.