Harry Potter: I Am a Legend - v6 Chapter 43

“Can’t you help it?”

Miranda’s untimely question made Hoffa a little embarrassed. He was very sure in front of Miranda while patted his chest, but he was helpless when he got here.

Seeing his embarrassment, Miranda’s eyes became very gloomy. She shook her head, walked around to Hoffa’s side, and drew out her wand, obviously to deal with the problem by herself.

“What do you usually do?” Hoffa asked Miranda.

“What else can be done, humane destruction.” Miranda sighed. “They have lost their consciousness and have fallen into a cycle of dreams and won’t wake up again. If you want me to say, they are already dead.”

Then, she said something from her mouth, ready to cast magic.

After a while, accompanied by Miranda’s magic, the ground began to tremble, and a crack appeared beside the group of sleepwalkers, and gradually expanded.

Obviously, she wanted to pass the spell to bury the thousands of sleepwalkers alive at one time, in order to resolve future troubles.

Looking at Miranda’s familiarity with the road, it was obviously not the first time he did it, and Hoffa could only sigh and wait and see. She must not be a murderer. It would be hard for Hoffa to imagine how much courage and pressure it would take to make such a choice.

Seeing Miranda’s majestic magic, the Peruvian wizards who were watching from a distance were amazed, and they were talking babbledly.

Even if he didn’t understand, Hoffa could understand what they were saying. The little girl looked gentle, but she didn’t expect that there was such a powerful force in her body.

However, he didn’t have much thoughts to laugh at the ignorance of the natives. He entered a dream state and knew that these sleepwalkers were not physically dead, but their consciousness was not on the body. If they can wake up and go back to their own homes, what will happen. nothing.

But to do this, he must solve the source Silby. As long as Silby is resolved, there is no need to die so many people needlessly, and Miranda does not have to bear such a lot of mental pressure.

Silby.

Silby.

Silby.

Thinking of him, Hoffa couldn’t help thinking of the strongest spell he had developed.

Flow of Heart: Ten Thousand Ways to One

“So” he couldn’t help chanting the spell.

As soon as he uttered the spell, he noticed a messy but huge mental field. There was confusion, confusion, and confusion in that mental field. The source of that spiritual force field turned out to be those sleepwalkers who gathered in a crowd.

“Wait!”

Hoffa immediately raised his hand and yelled to interrupt Miranda’s casting.

The ground shaking stopped and the rift no longer widened. Miranda put down her wand in confusion: “What’s the matter?”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute”

Hoffa went down in a cold sweat. He didn’t know why he could perceive the emotions of these guys, but the truth was right in front of him.

“Don’t rush to destroy them humanely, I seem to have other ways,” Hoffa stammered.

“What? You have another way?” Miranda was stunned: “It’s true, sleepwalkers won’t listen to you. If you don’t deal with it, the plantation will be destroyed.”

“Wait, you let me try first.”

After speaking, Hoffa sat down cross-legged outside the protective wall, closed his eyes, and meditated the Mind Flow Mantra in his heart.

Seeing that he was so determined, Miranda had to put down his wand and stand beside him.

Seeing that the ground no longer cracked, the Peruvian wizards were anxious, and they pointed to Miranda and said something.

Hoffa didn’t care about the noisy and uneasy sound coming from a distance. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and kept repeating the spell that seemed to be only half of it.　Ososo

A magical thing happened.

Those sleepwalkers seemed to have invisible tubes appearing on their bodies, connecting their minds with Hoffa’s will, whenever he uttered the spell “so”.

They were bound by the invisible tube and took a step forward together.

However, when the spell ends, they will return to confusion and confusion.

So Hoffa repeated the spell over and over again.

The invisible tube is getting bigger and bigger.

Something rushed into him quickly, it could be magic, it could be attention, or it could be something else.

As a result, the sleepwalkers stopped trampling on the botanical garden, and stopped attacking the fence, instead walking towards Hoffa step by step.

Miranda held her breath. This scene exceeded her expectations. At this moment, the unconscious sleepwalkers seemed to be controlled by Hoffa.

Not only that, but she herself felt that there was a strange voice in Hoffa, that voice was eager for something, calling for something, it seemed to be calling for help.

It was as if she had accidentally noticed Hoffa’s existence that day, but even more intensely.

Hoffa is her best friend, and she will naturally not refuse his needs, and she has no defense. Naturally, magic and attention quickly flowed down the invisible channel to Hoffa.

And those Peruvian wizards who watched from the wall felt the same thing. They stopped croaking, but stared blankly at the young man sitting cross-legged.

After watching for a while, I don’t know who took the first step and walked slowly towards Hoffa. It was like pushing a domino, everyone walked towards him.

He didn’t know everything that happened outside. Under the effect of the flow spell, Hoffa could only perceive his own inner world.

With every spell so, some power flowed into his body, that power was small at first, and then more and more, it became bigger like a snowball.

Finally, Hoffa was no longer satisfied to sit on the ground and chant. He stood up and walked while chanting.

Those sleepwalkers are like children attracted by the midnight piper, and they follow him closely. When Hoffa chanted the spell, they took a step forward. Hoffa stopped chanting, and they immediately dispersed, running around for the purpose of strolling, like a rope with a spring, which could only be pulled, not pushed.

But Hoffa found that if he chanted the spell fast enough, the distraction time of those people would be shorter, and they would follow him closely.

So while he quickly changed the spell, he ran into the Peruvian valley in the distance.

Now, the sleepwalkers all huffed behind him. Like a zombie chasing a living person.

Not only the sleepwalkers followed him, but even Miranda and the Peruvian wizards all followed him involuntarily. The faster Hoffa ran, the faster they followed him.

Finally, I came to a gourd-shaped mountain col, where the famous line drawing of a vulture is located. Hoffa rushed in, and behind him, the sleepwalkers who followed him were even more ancient minds. It rushed into the mountain col like the flood that broke the bank.

At this time, Hoffa finally couldn’t stand it.

Although he led the sleepwalkers into the deserted valley, saving them from the fate of being buried alive.

But in his body, because of chanting spells, an incomparably huge power was gathered.

The huge snowball rumblingly rolled in his body, eager for greater strength.

An inexplicable inertia forced him to continue chanting the spell so, but Hoffa knew that he could no longer chant it, and he already felt that he was going to be blown up.

He knelt to the ground, clutching his chest, gasping violently. But I couldn’t breathe.

That power almost raised his chest so high that he couldn’t breathe. That is messy, crazy magic, and other inexplicable powers.

Those are all power drawn from sleepwalkers, Miranda, and Peruvian wizards.

Thump thump!

His heart beats wildly.

The weird hybrid power is like a completely uncontrollable beast, rushing wildly from left to right in his body, trying to destroy his torso.

Miranda followed him in a trance, and the sober Peruvian wizards did the same. Under the influence of inertia, they opened their legs and walked towards Hoffa.

“Don’t come here!!!”

Hoffa raised his hand and screamed.

The shout made him almost asthmatic, and he stood up clutching his chest with extreme discomfort.

Miranda woke up, and the Peruvian wizards also woke up suddenly.

“Hoffa!!”

Miranda screamed, and she saw Hoffa’s chest bulging high, and something throbbing violently in it.

Finally, Hoffa couldn’t stand it anymore.

He rushed to another empty valley and screamed, “Ah!!!”

The energy that did not belong to him leaned out in his roar, turned into an invisible sound wave, wrapped in unmatched power, and crashed on the opposite mountain. It is almost the same as an avalanche in which the energy is accumulated to the extreme, and even more terrifying than an avalanche. It is simply the power of a comet hitting the earth.

Accompanied by that scream.

It formed a mountain that didn’t know how many tens of thousands of years, the protector Nazca’s line drawing was not attacked by the strong wind, and it broke and collapsed from the middle in an instant, and directly exploded in two.

Hundreds of millions of tons of mountain peaks, slowly and irresistibly, fell down, and finally smashed into the empty sand.

In the beginning, that power had not yet manifested. The sound came before it came, but soon, a gray line appeared on the ground, which expanded rapidly, and finally turned into a billowing gust of wind, like a tsunami, hitting everyone’s faces.

A loud noise awakened the Peruvian wizards. They were blown by the wind and couldn’t even open their eyes, all of them crawling on the ground. He grabbed the ground tightly and didn’t get swept away by the gust of wind.

The thunderous noise finally came, and the ground vibrated for more than ten seconds before it could be calmed down.

Finally, when the wind subsided, they stared dumbly at the once towering mountain peak, now only half is left, and the other half is lying on the ground, just closing the gourd entrance of the coll, and all sleepwalking All were sealed in the col. They didn’t die, but they couldn’t go out, causing damage to the plantation again.

This miraculous picture made the indigenous wizards all kneel down, praying and crying loudly. The old wizard who led him even trembled, tearfully threw away the beads in his hand, and drew a stick figure on the ground with his staff.

That stick figure is exactly Hoffa with a high chest

Then a group of people worshipped frantically at the stick figure.

However, Hoffa himself couldn’t control what worship rituals the indigenous people were doing. At this time, he could no longer hold it up, releasing the extremely messy power. He weakened his legs and fell straight to the ground, staring at gold stars. .

He hadn’t noticed it before, but now he felt that the spell was just a mad demon. After only chanting for less than ten minutes, he felt a headache.

This long-lost feeling of mental overdraft has not been experienced since he left Hogwarts, and he did not expect to taste it again today.

Terrible magic

Terrible spell

Miranda threw herself down beside him, as if to say something. But Hoffa’s head buzzed, he couldn’t hear anything, and he couldn’t see anything in the dark.

Miranda helped him and shouted.

The group of Peruvians who engaged in idolatry finally reacted. The master of the stick figure they admired was about to die. They rushed over and pulled him up with all his hands, Hoffa’s face turned. Pale, holding Miranda’s arm, said nothing.

A group of people supported Hoffa and walked towards the tribe with all hands.

After they walked to the tribe, the old wizard couldn’t help but put Hoffa on a chair that could only be used by chiefs.

As soon as he sat on it, Hoffa’s head tilted and his drool fell.

Miranda stomped anxiously.

The old wizard looked more anxious than Miranda. As soon as Hoffa got on the chair, he shouted loudly, calling out his tribe with full of breath, and whispering loudly in a language that he didn’t understand, commanding something loudly.

Then, his people scattered in all directions.

After a while, they brought in all kinds of food. Fruits, jerky, and some weird drinks even lit a fire in front of him, causing a big fire. In the fire, unknown leaves were burning, and the light smoky from Hoffa penetrated into Hoffa’s nostrils, stimulating his spirit.

He collapsed on the chair and opened his eyes slightly.

Looking at the fire.

The bends and turns of the flames are unusually blurred.

In the flames, there seemed to be a face.

The face smiled and said to him with his mouth, the heart flow: all the ways are one.

Seeing that face, he struggled to sit up straight, but after Miranda straightened him up, the face in the flame was nowhere to be found, everything was like an illusion.

A Peruvian witch brought him a glass of green cocoa juice, Miranda fed him a sip, and the cocoa juice drank his stomach. The rich and refreshing rush to the door made him more or less awake.

“How are you?” Miranda asked worriedly.

“It’s okay” Hoffa said weakly, “I can’t die, just rest.”

Miranda obediently did not speak, but after a while, she couldn’t bear it anymore, and asked in a low voice in horror, “What kind of magic is that?”

“Flowing spell.”

Hoffa explained weakly. He dipped his finger in the green cocoa juice and wrote the flow spell on the table.

All ways to one so?

Miranda stared at the spell, and after looking at it carefully for a while, she took a breath, “Where did you learn this ancient and pure spell?”

“Dream, Silby”

Hoffa said briefly, just a few words had exhausted the strength he had just accumulated, and he started to pant again.

Miranda shuddered, her body trembling slightly.

“Too pure, too simple, this spell, I don’t want to be a human spell.” She stretched out her hand in fear and obsessiveness, stroking the row of spells written by Hoffa, and muttered: “It’s hard to imagine. , There will be such an extreme and pure spell.”