Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In 1939

Unknown month

Siberia

The Minister of Magic of the Soviet Union, Konstantin Ilyich Romanov stumblingly clutched his abdomen and staggered forward on the ice field.

He looked at his watch, and the time was faintly visible on the snow-covered dial, 12:03 in the night.

The extreme daytime weather made the Arctic Circle at 12 o'clock still dazzling, and there was a blurry day in the sky.

The cold wind of more than 40 degrees below zero whizzed in the sky, and the snow and fog were so dense that people could not see anything at all.

Stepping on the ice cube, a Minister of Magic wearing a fur coat collapsed on the ice sheet, his mouth screamed in pain, and a thick white mist was spitting out.

He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him in horror, 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 forward.

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.

Konstantin Ilyich Romanov is a tall man nearly two meters tall. He is wearing a thick bearskin coat, a broad face is pale, and a pair of precious calfskin boots are already in the long-distance running, only left is All alone.

The five toes of his right foot are now so cold that only the poor two remain.

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

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

There is not much time left.

However, his task has not yet been completed.

Thinking of the heavy responsibilities on his shoulders, Constantine climbed up from the snow with difficulty, trudged desperately towards the shipwreck-like building.

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

But the past glory can be vaguely recognized.

Constantine struck hard at the door, then waved his wand, an iron door half buried in the snow burst open.

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

Following the icy iron gate crashing down, Constantine sealed the entrance to the place.

He collapsed to the ground and began to gasp 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. The towering stone pillars on the walls are carved with all kinds of creatures, including dragons, phoenixes, and even There are also gods.

But Constantine had no intention of admiring 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 tremblingly removed his fingers and tried to repair the wound with his wand, only to find a strange red light inside the wound preventing the healing spell from proceeding.

This is not a skin trauma, the powerful black magic has already damaged his internal organs. Constantine knew that it was impossible for him to be rescued in such a place.

Taking 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.

He must pass on the final secret chain.

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

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

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

The head was very fuzzy in the wind and snow, but it was vaguely visible that he had a pair of red eyes that were like searchlights in the wind and snow.

Be yelling!

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

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

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

tread.

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 floor, making a clear sound of metal collision.

tread.

tread.

tread.

With his hands in his pockets, he 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 finger.

"Hmm, Demstrang's abandoned school site, the last place where the forbidden technique was burned more than 1,000 years ago. I want to say, I have looked for this place a long time ago, do you believe it?

The man in the suit strolled near the courtyard. Just as Constantine wanted to grab his wand, his wrist was stepped on by his leather boots.

There was a small silver claw at the top of the pointed leather boots.

The man in the suit kicked off a piece of feces, disgusted and dexterously hooked his wand out of his palm and kicked it away. The wand was spinning and drawing far away on the smooth ice.

"The magic wand, a fool's weapon. It's too inefficient."

As he said, the man in the suit squatted down slowly.

Smiled and said, "Tell me, where is the key?"

"Ho..."

"Ho..."

"Ho..."

Constantine took a few breaths.

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

"Um... this way."

The man pondered for a moment. Suddenly stood up and put away his 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 pulled out a silver pistol.

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

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

He held the gun in his hand and turned it over, holding the muzzle at himself, and slanted one eye into the barrel. 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 disassembled

"what!"

The man held the gun with a sense of accomplishment.

"One, two... two, two what?"

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

boom! !

A loud noise echoed in the dilapidated building, and the man overplayed his gun and misfired his gun.

"Oh wow!!"

The man with the gun seemed to be taken aback by the toy in his hand, and he caught the gun after shaking twice.

After patting his chest for a long time, the man said with emotion: "Bullets, I remember. It's a great creation. If this goes on, these Muggles will take the place of wizards someday, are you right?"

"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, tell me, where is the key?"

Konstantin Romanov pursed his lips.

"It's really hard."

The man in front of him smiled slightly and said regretfully, "Goodbye."

He opened the insurance and pulled the trigger a little bit.

Constantine remained motionless and gave up resistance.

Patter.

The firing pin missed.

Nothing happens from the revolver.

Constantine 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 hell?...Hmm."

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

Click!

The firing pin missed again.

Oops, he raised his hand helplessly.

"God didn't intend to let me die directly. It seems that I have to run around for this **** secret."

After speaking, he pointed his gun at Constantine again.

"To give my precious life for the relics of a group of dead people. It's not worth it. Tell me now. Where is the key?"

Constantine closed his eyes and sneered, "You will let me go after you say?"

"Hmm, of course, as long as you say, I won't kill you."

Konstantin Ilyich Romanov nodded, opened his eyes and said calmly: "I am waiting for you in hell."

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

He moved his fingers down, there was a bang, and blood was dripping on the frozen marble floor.

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

Constantine covered his belly and knelt down, 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? I'm sorry, enjoy the last minute of pain before the soul leaves the body."

After finishing speaking, 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.

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

My vision began to blur, and my thinking began to be confused.

But the last thought is still firmly entrenched in his mind.

If he dies, it doesn't mean that the man will give up, on the contrary, he will never give up.

Every effort must be made to protect that secret, the ancient secret that is enough to shake the wizarding world.

Protect that secret.

There is the last administrator, who 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 circle on the ground, and began to write with difficulty, he wanted to pass the final message out.

Finally, he finished writing.

Just when he finally wanted to activate the magic circle.

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

Constantine screamed when he turned his head, screamed thoroughly. "You...you are not..."

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

However, the man was faster, and he flew heavily and kicked the Soviet Minister of Magic away. Strode squatted down before writing.

French was written in a mess on the ground.

[Beware of thieves and activate the guards. To England, Huo...]

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

The man turned his head again, and the Soviet Minister of Magic collapsed to the ground, his mouth wide open, his eyes loose, and he could not die anymore.

He tried his best and it worked.

He wiped off the end of the secret letter and sealed most of the secrets.