Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

1939

Unknown Moon

Siberia

Soviet Ministry of Magic, Konstantin Ilyich Roman Nov stumbled over his belly and staggered forward on the ice sheet.

He looked at his watch, and on the snow-covered dial, the time could be vaguely seen, at 12:03.

In the extreme daytime weather, the Arctic Circle at 12 o'clock is still dazzling, and there is a bright and fuzzy day in the sky.

The cold wind of minus forty degrees is whizzing in the sky, and the snow and fog are so dense that you can't see anything at all.

Stepping on the ice, a Ministry of Magic wearing a fur coat collapsed on the ice sheet, his mouth made a painful hiss, and a thick white mist was spitting out.

He suddenly turned his head in horror and looked towards behind him, as if an invisible ghost was following him. However, there was nothing behind him except the wind and snow.

He looked up again and looked towards the front.

On the vast icy field, there is only a weird building that looks like a shipwreck in the distance. It is lonely, as if it were left alone.

Constantin Ilyich Romanov is a tall man nearly two meters tall. He is wearing a thick bearskin coat, a broad face, deathly white, and a pair of precious calfskin boots. Already in the long-distance running, only one is left.

The five toes on his right foot are now so cold that only two poor are left.

However, these are not important. What really made him painful and fatal was the wound in his lower abdomen.

He reluctantly removed the palm of his hand, blood seeping from his fingers, frozen into blood crystals before it hit the ground. There is a huge gap where you can see the squirming internal organs.

The time left is running out.

Considering the heavy responsibility he shoulders, Constantine climbed up from the snow with difficulty, and trudged desperately toward the shipwreck-like building.

Ten minutes later, he approached this building entirely made of marble, which was old, broken, and slanted.

But the past glory can be vaguely recognized.

Constantine struggling towards the door, then waved wand, an iron door half buried in the snow burst open.

Constantine fell into a ball and rolled into this ancient building.

As the icy iron gate crashed down, Constantine sealed the entrance to this place.

He collapsed to the ground and began to gasp and huff in pain.

This is an empty building with a history of at least a thousand years. It used to be a conference hall. There are many broken stone chairs scattered around, and the towering stone pillars on the walls are carved with various creatures. There are dragons, Phoenix, and even Spiritual God.

But Constantine didn't want to appreciate these things.

The cold once numbed the wound in his lower abdomen, but after entering this weird shipwreck-like building, his blood flow rate began to return to normal, and tearing pain came again.

He removed his fingers tremblingly. This is not a superficial wound. The bullet has penetrated his internal organs. Constantine knew that he was impossible to be rescued in such a place.

took a deep breath, Constantine took out a small tin can from his chest with trembling hands. It was his vodka. He didn't like to drink vodka, but at this time, he needed something to stimulate his spirit so that he could finish his work.

However, just as he opened the cork, there was a chuckle from the height of the building.

"Do you think that if you bring me here, I will believe it?"

Constantine suddenly raised his head, in the wind and snow, in the gap at the top of the building, unexpectedly A man with a crown was staring at him.

The head is very fuzzy in the wind and snow, but it can be vaguely seen that he has a pair of red eyes that are like searchlights in the wind and snow.

Clang!

The tin wine bottle fell on the ground, marking a long distance.

Constantin's pale face turned paler in an instant, he sat down on the ground and backed away continuously. Leaning against the stone wall, looking at the heights.

He didn't expect that the person who chased him was already waiting for him at the destination.

Step on.

A man with red eyes, a crown and a black suit jumped down from a height of more than ten meters. The soles of his shoes touched the frozen marble ground, making a clear sound of metal collision.

Step on.

Step on.

Step on.

He put his hand in his pocket and walked slowly towards Constantine. As it walked, it took off the crown from its head. It was a pale face, but its eyes were dazzling.

"You...you have found the place, what else?" Constantine shivered hoarsely, touching his wand with his fingers.

"hmph hmph hmph, the abandoned school site of Durmstrang, burnt down the last site of the forbidden technique more than 1,000 years ago. Who else knows the lies of history better than me?"

Man in a suit Walking in the courtyard, Constantine was about to grab wand when his wrist was stepped on by his cowhide boots.

Wand hooked out of his palm and was kicked away. On the smooth ice surface, spinning and sliding far away.

"wand, a fool's weapon. The efficiency is too low."

Speaking, the man in the suit squatted down slowly.

said with a smile: "Tell me, where is the last key?"

"Ho..."

"Ho ....."

"Ho..."

Constantin took a few breaths.

Looking at the other's red pupils, a hard smile appeared. "Think...don't even think about it, you can't enter the library."

"Um...this way."

That person I pondered for a moment. Suddenly stood up and put away the wand. "By the way, I got a toy from muggle. It's fun. Would you like to try it?"

Constantine didn’t know what the other party was talking about, and then the man took out a handful Silver pistol.

It is a revolver, a Colt search pistol, 9MM caliber.

The man in the suit seems to play this thing for the first time.

He held the gun in his hand and turned it over, holding the muzzle towards himself, and looking into the barrel with one eye at an angle. It seems that there is something funny in the muzzle.

"How to dismantle..."

"How to dismantle..."

Patter.

The bullet nest popped out and the gun was taken apart

"Ha!"

The man held the gun with a sense of accomplishment.

"One, two...Two, what is the two!"

He won't remember it for a while, then... .

Boom! !

A loud noise echoed in the dilapidated building.

"Oh wow!!"

The man with the gun seemed to be taken aback by the toy in his hand, and he shook twice before catching the gun.

After patting his chest for a long time, the man said with emotion: "Bullets, I remember. It's a great creation. If this continues, these muggles will one day replace the status of the wizard. You are right. Huh?"

"Shoot, you can't scare me." Konstantin Romanov closed his eyes and said, "That said, you died into the heart of the library. "

The relaxed expression of the man in the suit converged a little, he bent down, put a revolver against the man’s chin, and said softly:

"Then you don’t need to worry about it, tell me , Where is the key?"

Konstantin Romanov pursed his lips.

"It's really hard."

The man in front of me smiled slightly and said regretfully: "Goodbye."

He turned on the insurance and pulled a little bit trigger.

Constantin was motionless and gave up resistance.

Pattern.

The firing pin missed.

Nothing happens from the revolver.

Constantin closed his eyes tightly, and the scene of his head bursting did not appear.

"Ha, sorry." The man smiled.

He raised the silver revolver in his hand and looked at it.

"The gun is broken. It seems that God is going to give you another chance."

So he checked the gun. Then he put the muzzle on Constantine's head.

"Say, where is that thing?"

"You...you devil. Go to death."

"Go to death? ......Yeah."

The man thought for a moment, then decisively pointed the gun at his chin.

Click!

The firing pin failed again.

Aiya, he raised his hand helplessly.

"God didn't intend to let me die directly. I still have the opportunity to struggle on whilst at death's door."

After that, he once again pointed his gun at Constance Ding.

"It is not worth paying your precious life for the orders of a group of dead people. Tell me now. Where is the key?"

Constantine closed his eyes and sneered, "You will Let me go?"

"Hmm, of course, as long as you say, I will not kill you."

Konstantin Ilyich Romanov nodded, open it His eyes calmly said: "I'm waiting for you in hell."

The man in the suit froze for a moment: "It's a pity."

He moved his finger down, there was a bang, and the blood was freezing. The marble ground is drenched.

Under the inexplicable formidable power, the bullet directly blasted a big hole into the opponent's lower abdomen. Together with his palm covering his abdomen.

Constantin knelt down with his belly, his forehead touched the ground, his eyes fixed on him.

The man in the suit shook his head: "Do you think I will let you die? Sorry, enjoy the last 1 point of pain before the soul leaves the body."

, He put away his weapon, put the crown on his forehead, kicked open the big iron gate behind Constantine, and disappeared into the wind and snow in stride.

Yuguang watched the cruel and weird man leave, a large pool of blood mixed with an unknown liquid, spilled out of Constantine's mouth.

His vision began to blur, and his thinking became confused.

But in the end a single thought remained firmly entrenched in his mind.

If he dies, it does not mean that the man will give up. On the contrary, he will never give up.

There is the last administrator, he must be reminded. Hurry up and leave Europe...

A ray of blue light appeared on his fingertips, and he was stained with his own blood. Mixing his own magic power, he drew a five-pointed star magic array on the ground, and started writing with difficulty, and he wanted to deliver the final message.

Finally, he finished writing.

Just when he finally wanted to start the magic array.

An icy laughter came from behind: "Is it Britain, I understand."

Constantin screamed out, screamed thoroughly. "You...you are not...!?"

He spoke incoherently, exhausted his last strength, and rushed to the magic secret letter on the ground. A fist hit the bloody text on the ground.

However, the man was faster. He leg raised heavily and kicked the Soviet Ministry of Magic away. Strode squatted down before writing.

The messy on the ground is unbearably written in French.

[He is back, to Britain, Huo...]

There is a vague blood stain behind it, and nothing can be seen.

The man turned his head again, and the Soviet Ministry of Magic collapsed to the ground, his mouth wide open, his eyes loose, and he was already dead to death.