Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Aglaia!? Is Aglaia you?"

Seeing the transparent silver figure floating in the air, Hoffa was almost trembling with excitement. He stretched out his hand, staggering forward like a drunkard.

At this moment, he seemed to see his heart more clearly. He was probably not a sane person. On the contrary, his excited chest almost burst. It was unimaginable love, longing for years, and fulfilling his long-cherished wish. Joy.

He stretched out his hand, longing for, fearful, and slowly, came to the bottom of the ghost, and looked up at her.

Yes, there is no doubt that although her body is shining with transparent fluorescence, there is no entity, but the blue eyes, the exquisite facial features, and the dreamy face are indeed his former classmates who once saved him from death. The girl who came back from the pull down, a friend who gave him life and hope.

"A...Aglaia...?"

Hoffa waved his hand under her, trying to attract the ghost's attention: "Hey, it's me, I'm here to see you!!"

But strangely, the silver-haired ghost remained completely expressionless, as if he hadn't heard it, no matter what Hoffa called. She remained absolutely expressionless and stateless, just stirring the cauldron in front of her intently.

"what are you doing?"

The surging emotions impacted Hoffa's spirit, he did not even notice the strangeness of the silver ghost, with almost uncontrollable emotions, he climbed onto the cauldron three times. In the crucible, what is boiling is a transparent, unknown liquid, it is boiling with bubbles, it is very viscous, like glue.

"I'm looking for you, Aglaia."

Hoffa crawled on the edge of the cauldron and said excitedly: "I have found a way to resurrect, do you know?"

The flying silver ghost frowned slightly, and Hoffa immediately shook his nervous body. Did he say something wrong?

The eyebrows loosen.

The silver-haired ghost raised his arm and snapped his fingers.

A stone puppet walked out of the dark crypt, holding a stone trough, which was filled with twisted worms, the number of which was tens of thousands.

"You speak, Aglaia, why don't you speak?"

The other party's unhurried, unsalty, unsalted state made Hoffa a little frightened, and his voice was a little trembling: "Tell me...tell me, you have something to say, anything is fine!"

The silver-haired ghost didn't look at him, let alone speak. She changed her movements, stretched out her hand and twisted, looking very elegant. Along with her movement, the stone puppet in the crypt also stretched out his hand. It twisted some white substance and sprinkled it into the transparent cauldron. The boiling transparent liquid in the cauldron became a milky white liquid and calmed down.

"What happened, fifty years, do you remember me?"

Hoffa stammered, and the silver ghost's silent posture made him frightened.

He could feel a blazing flame in his heart. The fire was stronger than ever before, and more fragile than ever, and he could hardly stabilize his body.

Still not speaking.

The stirring of the cauldron was over, the silver-haired ghost changed its position and made a scooping action. The stone puppet beside him also stood up and learned her movements, using a stone ladle to scoop a milky white liquid from the cauldron , Poured on the worm of the stone trough worm.

Suddenly, the dense worms integrated together regularly, forming a white human body, emerging from the sink.

Aglaia waved his hand, and the male body in the sink was hung away and sent into the darkness in the distance. The top opening opened, and another group of insects were poured into the sink. Aglaia repeated the previous actions, controlling the stone puppet, scooping the milky white liquid from the cauldron, and poured it on the insects.

This time, the insects were glued together and turned into a female human body. She waved her hand again, and the female body was also hung away by the rope, sending it into the endless darkness.

In this way, she repeated this action, focused and precise.

Hoffa stopped speaking, he licked his lips and calmed down a little. In that case, all the temporary bodies of those guys outside were made by Aglaia?

Is she doing such a job in the underworld?

How many years? Fifty years.....?

His heart cramped.

"Look at me, see me, see me... please..."

He lay on the cauldron, tilted his head, and forced his face to the other's neck, fearful and uneasy.

Finally, at his insistence, the other party's eyes moved away from the work at hand, swept across his face, stayed on his face for about one and a half seconds, and then moved away.

What kind of look was that? Hoffa felt it was extremely calm, as calm as the water of the Dead Sea, without any emotions, calm and numb, and didn't know what she was thinking at all.

"What happened... Tell me what happened..."

Hoffa's voice changed from excitement to a low voice. He sat on the cauldron, his face filled with confusion.

Brand-new human bodies appeared from the stone trough, and then were hung away. The worms were used up. The cauldron was almost empty. The silver-haired ghost slowly fell to the ground from mid-air and snapped his fingers again.

Bang bang bang bang... The previous metal armor guard walked in from the cave bang bang bang.

"Who asked you to bring in the miscellaneous people."

The silver-haired ghost asked blankly, his voice revealing a faint tiredness.

"I didn't stop him, sir, I'm very sorry, I'm useless, no one is more dereliction of duty than me. Please give me another chance." Metal armor said in a golden and iron voice.

"Take it away," the silver-haired ghost said briefly.

"Yes."

The metal armor took a step forward. He was three meters tall to hold Hoffa’s shoulders and hugged him from the cauldron. Then he was clamped under his armpit, and he walked outside without hesitation. , While walking, he chattered and said: "Your Excellency, you can play anywhere else, but if you want a new body, I advise you to queue up honestly. After all, if you offend a witch, you will... ....."

boom! !

Hoffa suddenly raised his hand and swept with a heavy fist, directly smashing the pile of armor into a pile of discarded parts, staggering them all over the place, and hitting the rock wall of the cave.

"Dare you touch me!"

He roared furiously.

Afterwards, he pressured the rising emotion and returned to the silver-haired ghost again.

"Aglea... Aglea..."

Hoffa tremblingly stretched out his hand, trying to touch the figure in front of him, "Why do you see me... Why do you see me without any reaction? Do you even recognize me?"

The palm of the hand pierced through the aperture of her face without any feeling. It was no different from touching the air. Even so, the silver-haired ghost in front of her still turned her head and looked extremely cold.

"I really miss you. I have a lot to say to you."

"Keep it." The silver-haired ghost said the only thing to him: "I don't want to listen."

"Uh....!????"

Hoffa's words were squeezed into his chest abruptly, and he couldn't say a word, as if a pair of invisible hands was strangling his throat.

On the other side, the pile of metal parts that had been broken up by him were recombined to form a complete armor man, nothing changed.

It rushed to Hoffa, held its shoulders, and said righteously: "Your Excellency, why did you do it if you didn’t agree? Isn’t Helheim’s life still uneven? The grievances between the two, this is wrong, you must pay attention to the first come, first come everywhere..."

"Go away! Are you annoying!?"

boom! !

Punch again.

It crashed on the metal armor, but this time it did not fall apart. Instead, it held Hoffa's mental body with a metal fist. The power was so powerful that it couldn't make any progress. After the two stalemate for a while, the metal armor slowly slowed down. Squeezed his hand down.

"It seems that you have just died, and you don’t know the rules of Helheim. There is no need for uniqueness, personality, or special soul here, but all the violent, fanatical, turbulent, sharp guys will be smoothed here. Edges and corners. If you don’t want to be hung on the Path of Thorns, I advise you, it’s best to respect everything here!"

After speaking, it took a step forward, and two metal arms stretched out from its back. Its four hands firmly pulled Hoffa’s shoulders, dragged him, and pulled him out of the gloom a little bit. In the crypt, and then threw him out.

boom!

The metal armor closed the door.

The dull Hoffa rolled on the ground twice, looked up at the closed door, and threw back again.

"Why are you doing this to me!! Aglaia, I will definitely take you out of here, I have found a way!!!"

He shouted through the door.

There is no response inside the door.

"Aglaia, why don't you speak, is there no way to say, is there any difficulties, can you hint me something!?"

There was no answer and no sound inside the door.

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

......

Shouting and shouting, he couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed his head tightly, and sat down.

This is the first time Hoffa has had this kind of suffocation. It feels hard to describe in words. There is only a door, but it is longer than the gap between life and death, which makes him feel deeply powerless.

He wanted to shout out some stupid declarations that I would die here if you didn't come out to see me, but when he thought about it, he seemed to be dead, which made him feel sad again.

What on earth is Aglaia thinking about, is it fifty years too long, has he completely forgotten, but even if he has forgotten himself, he shouldn't be so cold.

The more he thinks about it, the less he feels, and he has no idea about it. He had heard of women's hearts and needles in the sea before, but he had always sneered at them, or didn't care at all. Because he doesn't care about the women passing by, what they are thinking and doing has nothing to do with him.

But when he really cared about it, he realized that it was really a torment. If the person he loves does not love himself, then whatever you do is useless, and whatever you say is superfluous, it’s best. The way is to disappear.

This cruel reality made him almost unacceptable.

Clang clang clang!

Something rang the gongs and drums.

A short metal armor came out from the stone tower high above the pancreatic island.

"Hey, if you need a body, take it here."

Accompanied by the voice, on the tower.

A huge stone trough fell down.

A white body smashed from the high stone tower to the ground, covered with mucus, including men and women. They were piled on the ground, and their limbs were unconsciously bent, like a pile of piles stacked on top of each other. Dolls.

Afterwards, countless ghosts gathered from all directions. They wore the same clothes, and they took the naked clothes all the time.

The flesh stood up from the ground, they looked at each other's brand-new bodies, and said grinningly:

"There are new toys again. I have been waiting for a long time..."

"How do you want to die?"

"How about you let me behead my head this time?"

"Will that be too fast, die too fast and have to wait a long time, or cut off the limbs first."

"Last time you killed me, I didn't say that when I waited."

"It must be beheaded?"

"Then I'll go on you before beheading, you are not bad this time."

"You line up, there are fifty more in front of you."

"Then what should you do if you are broken?"

"Then next time."

......

......

What those ghosts of the underworld were talking about and doing, Hoffa had no thoughts to care about. He sat on the ground full of worms dumbfounded, allowing him to be overwhelmed by extreme confusion.

He had imagined that if he could see Aglaia again tens of thousands of times, he would say something to her, but he did not expect that after seeing it, he realized that everything had changed.

She is no longer the arrogant and willful Ravenclaw girl she knows. She has become extremely cold and weird, as if there are layers of invisible hard shells that wrap her around her, unable to see what she really looks like, nor can she tell. real identity.

I don't know how long I have been sitting on the ground, another transparent ghost floated from a distance and landed beside Hoffa. It was Baty.

"Mr. Bach, what's the matter with you? A look of despair."

Little Batty asked very disturbed.

Hoffa was immersed in pessimism, and had no idea who was here. It wasn't until the ghost called Mr. Bach several times in his ear that he recovered and looked at the ghost around him.

"Little Batty..." He said dazedly: "Did she give you your body before?"

"Yes, when I was brought into Helheim by that gust of wind, I met the witch, and she brought me to this place."

"Did she tell you anything?"

"I didn't say anything. I saw her when I landed. She only told me when she gave me a body. She wanted to leave here and wait for you at the entrance, saying that you would take me back."

"Is this she told you personally?"

"Yes."

"Did you say anything else?"

"No, I didn't say one more word."

After a pause, Little Batty asked uneasyly.

"Do you know her?"

Hoffa didn't answer. In despair, he saw some kind of hope.

"Don't talk about it yet, can we go back, Mr. Bach?" Barty Jr. stared at him, looking extremely worried.

"Where are you going back?" Hoffa asked blankly.

"Back to the real world..." Little Batty said anxiously: "Here... there is nothing here. No food, no taste, no touch, no smell, nothing, I feel like I'm going crazy ."

Hoffa gradually recovered from the unease of being left out in the cold. Going back, how can he go back? He didn't know, Miller told him to go back as soon as the time was up, but he was afraid that he had been trapped in Helheim for a long time. He didn't know what it was like outside, did the Triwizard Tournament begin? To what extent is Grindelwald’s plan implemented?

Gradually, Hoffa calmed down. He walked back and forth on the ground with his hands behind his back, frowning in contemplation, Aglaia accurately found Batty, and asked Batty to find herself, indicating that she had not forgotten herself at all. And the only thing she said to herself was-keep it, I don't want to listen.

If you really don't remember, she will definitely ask who she is, but she didn't ask, indicating that not only did she remember herself, she might even know some very important information, but for some reason she didn't say it.

After turning for a long time, he stopped, feeling that he shouldn't just give up like this. He has already done this step, and there is no turning back when he gives up.

At this time, he suddenly thought of the **** man named Avada he first met. He has said that in the underworld, he can get anything, as long as he is willing to play a game with the **** of death.

"No, no, I have to go to Arvada..."

Hoffa frowned and muttered to himself, "It must be something Death did to her, I want to get the answer to the question..."

Hearing his self-talk, Barty was startled, and hurriedly got up and grabbed him, "Ah! You can't go find that guy!"

"Why?" Hoffa was puzzled.

Little Batty was very nervous. He looked around nervously and said in a low voice: "The most I hear from those ghosts these days I've been here is that in Helheim, you can do anything. The only thing that is not allowed is to have a relationship with Avada. Anyone who has a relationship with him will end up miserably."

"How miserable?"

"I...I just heard that as long as you don't get within ten meters of that guy, you can do anything in Helheim."

"You can do anything, what can be done here? No food, no smell, no body, no senses, nothing but bugs."

With that, Hoffa got up and was about to leave.

"No!" Little Batty was anxious, and he stood up excitedly: "That's just a woman, what are you thinking, Master! Why do you feel so disheartened after seeing her? Although she is very beautiful, Maybe it is a woman who has been dead for many years. As long as we find a way to return to the real world, what kind of woman doesn't exist!?"

silence.

Hoffa slowly narrowed his eyes, turned his head ghastly, and stared at Batty until he looked back and laughed.

"What did you call me just now?" He asked with a bad look in his eyes.

Little Batty touched his head in a jealous manner, leaned against the raised rock, and stammered: "No... sorry, Mr. Bach, I...I...I didn't control it for a while."

"No control?"

Hoffaou sneered: "I said, it doesn't matter how I am, you don't always follow me. I am not Voldemort, and you are not my servant."

After speaking, he pushed the little Batty away with a palm, and walked straight to the elevator of the pancreatic island.

"Hey, Lord...Bah, Bah, Mr. Bach, wait for me!" Little Batty hurriedly chased him up again, "Think about it again!"

"Go away," Hoffa was very irritable, and kept walking.

Creak!

But at this time.

The sound of the iron gate behind him stopped him abruptly.

He turned his head like a lightning bolt, and the iron door closed by the metal armor was pushed aside again at this moment, and the silver-haired ghost girl stood in front of the corridor. It is still a lifeless look. Behind her, stood a huge stone puppet.

All emotions disappeared, Hoffa rushed back in the most standard licking pose and stood in front of her. Thousands of words in his mind were stuck in his mouth uncontrollably, trying to squeeze them out.

But he hadn't had time to speak yet. The silver-haired ghost spoke first: "Shut up."

Hoffa shut up.

She stretched out her hand, and Xuxu made a move to lift the lid.

Boom boom.

The huge stone puppet behind her opened a stone jar on the heights. Pour down.

Patter.

A sticky white thing fell from a height and slammed in front of Hoffa.

Afterwards, the peculiar white meat ball squirmed and deformed on the ground, elongated and hardened, and finally turned into a rabbit the size of an African elephant. The ears were even more surprisingly large. I saw it pattering. After shaking his ears, he slowly knelt down in front of the silver-haired ghost.

The silver-haired ghost stepped on the body of the rabbit and said briefly: "Come with me."