Harry Potter: I am the Legend

At that moment, Grindelwald completely panicked and closed his eyes.

Hoffa also closed his eyes. In his mental world, he saw the enormous, bubble-like, multicolored creature rapidly fleeing from Dumbledore's body in complete silence.

But this time, he didn't need to act personally.

Freed from mental control, Miller's face was filled with humiliation and rage. Clenching his fists, he watched as the creature soaring upward crashed into an invisible barrier. The barrier quickly shrank, transforming into unseen hooks.

Those hooks separated, pulling Grindelwald away from the people he had possessed.

Once the Void Dragon was stripped away, several Hogwarts teachers tumbled out from the creature's body, unconscious.

At this point, Grindelwald had lost all will to fight. Defeating Hoffa, who wielded the power of time, through external means was nearly impossible.

Miller dragged Grindelwald forcefully, slamming him heavily in front of Hoffa. He reverted back to his human form.

With bloodshot eyes, Miller stomped on him, landing a punch on his nose, then another in his abdomen. After five or six punches, Grindelwald's face was bruised and swollen, yet he burst into laughter.

That laughter was filled with disdain, further enraging Miller, who struck even harder, unable to contain his fury.

Hoffa stepped forward, pulling Miller away from Grindelwald."He wants everyone to become like him. Why give him what he wants?" Hoffa said calmly.

Miller's rage slowly faded.

"…Sorry."He muttered apologetically to Hoffa, then shoved Grindelwald roughly into Hoffa's grasp.

"It's alright."

Hoffa seized Grindelwald's arm.

"Hey, Bach," Grindelwald sneered through his disheveled hair, still laughing despite his swollen face. His voice dripped with malice. "You've won. So what? If you don't kill me, I'll do it all over again someday. Those people will die, and it'll be because you didn't stop me in time!"

Hoffa shrugged. "Say whatever you like. I'm not listening."

"You've become the most disgusting kind of person, Bach."

"Seems like we have different definitions of 'disgusting,'" Hoffa replied with a smirk.

"Pah!" Grindelwald spat a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Time froze. Hoffa casually sidestepped the spit, dragging Grindelwald so that he stood right in front of his own airborne spit.

Then, time resumed. Grindelwald's face was splattered—by his own saliva.

Afterward, Hoffa dragged Grindelwald to the Resurrection Pool. Wormtail, sensing danger, had long since fled. Only Nagini remained, loyally guarding the infant Voldemort.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"Seeing Hoffa dragging Grindelwald over, the infant Voldemort cried out in panic, "I'll give you anything you want—Horcruxes, Death Eaters, gold. Oh, and the Resurrection Spell! I'll give you every detail of it!"

"No need," Hoffa replied coldly.

Squish!He stomped the infant Voldemort into pulp.

"Someone will tell me eventually."

At the moment of Voldemort's death, Nagini let out a shriek, writhing on the ground in agony. Hoffa didn't bother speaking to it. He grabbed Nagini by the tail, swung it three times overhead, and hurled it into the sky. It traced a graceful arc before vanishing into the horizon.

Seeing Voldemort crushed into a bloody mess, the already defeated Grindelwald burst into manic laughter, trembling with excitement."So… have you decided to kill me?" he asked, his voice shaky.

"No," Hoffa replied decisively.

He grabbed Grindelwald by his tangled hair and forced him to kneel beside the Resurrection Pool. Seizing Grindelwald's finger, Hoffa held it over the scalding, bubbling liquid. As the boiling water splashed onto Grindelwald's face, realization dawned on him.

"No! Kill me! Just kill me!" he screamed in despair.

But no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free from Hoffa's grasp.

"The blood of your enemy, unwillingly given, can resurrect your foe," Hoffa said softly.

Slash!He sliced Grindelwald's finger, forcing his blood to drip into the boiling Resurrection Pool.

Blood dripped into the pool, and the water began to boil violently. That single drop of red spread, turning the entire resurrection pool into a thick, blood-like liquid, releasing a sweet yet metallic scent into the air.

He let go of the despairing Grindelwald, raised his hand, and three seconds later, a leg bone flew toward him. It was a bone from the Fatir Cemetery, summoned by his Summoning Charm. Without hesitation, he tossed it into the resurrection pool.

"The father's bone, unknowingly given, shall bring his daughter back to life!"

The diamond-like surface of the pool cracked, hissing and sparking wildly, as the liquid turned a brilliant shade of blue.

Then, Hoffa unfastened his blue wizard robe. His fingers transformed into razor-sharp blades, which he plunged into his own flesh. From his ribcage, he cut out a piece of his own meat and threw it into the resurrection pool.

"The servant's flesh, willingly given, shall bring his master back to life."

The chunk of flesh sank into the pool, causing it to churn and bubble furiously. Sparks, as dazzling as diamonds, flew in all directions, illuminating the surroundings with an intense brilliance. Everything around them was swallowed by a black velvet-like darkness.

Finally, he raised his hand and tossed the Resurrection Stone into the pool, speaking in a calm voice:

"Rise again, Aglaia."

A cloud of white mist billowed from the resurrection pool. Through the thick haze, he saw a slender figure slowly emerging from the water.

Unlike Voldemort's grotesque and twisted resurrection, she was entirely whole. She looked exactly as she had in the past—cascading silver hair like a waterfall, large blue eyes glowing with an ethereal misty light, lips as red as roses, and skin as flawless as white jade, as if she were a masterpiece crafted by the divine.

Yet Aglaia did not inspect her newly reborn body. Her gaze remained fixed on Hoffa, unable to look away. From the moment he changed everything, she had never once shifted her eyes. Never in six thousand lifetimes had she imagined that such a miracle could happen. The hardship and struggle it took to reach this point—far beyond what any ordinary person could comprehend.

"Kill me!"

By now, Grindelwald could barely speak. He stared at Hoffa with only desperation and madness in his eyes.

Miller kicked Grindelwald away with disgust before turning his gaze toward the girl emerging from the pool. His expression was complex and unreadable. In the end, he sighed and turned away.

Hoffa took off his robe and stepped forward, draping it over Aglaia's shoulders. Then, holding her hand, he casually walked toward Miller and said,

"Let's go together."

Miller looked at him, then at Aglaia. His lips twitched slightly before he finally let out a deep sigh and said, "You really did it."

Hoffa nodded and wrapped an arm around Miller's shoulder.

The three of them walked toward the exit together.

"Kill me! Kill me!!"

Grindelwald's voice still echoed behind them. He screamed hoarsely,

"Kill me, you coward!!"

Hoffa paused mid-step, as if lost in thought.

Aglaia looked at him, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. But she said nothing. Miller also remained silent.

"Wait here for me."

He told his two friends before turning back.

Seeing Hoffa return, Grindelwald burst into wild laughter. He lifted his head from the ground and stared at the black-haired young man with bloodshot eyes.

"Kill me, kill me! Do it!"

Hoffa walked up to Grindelwald at a leisurely pace, crouched beside him, and straightened his disheveled collar. With a sigh, he said,

"Fate has a strong tendency to repair itself. Almost no one can escape it. That is the deepest lesson I've learned in these three hundred thousand years. And it is a painful one."

"Kill me," Grindelwald pleaded, his voice almost hypnotic. "Otherwise, nothing will change."

Hoffa leaned in close and whispered in his ear,

"Do you know what will never change?"

"In three years, you will be killed by Voldemort. That is your fate—to die at the hands of a despicable man, without honor. No one will mourn you. No one will remember."

Grindelwald stared at him, utterly dumbfounded.

Hoffa gave a faint smile and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"I've told you your future… but can you escape it, teacher?"

With those final words, he stood up and left the twisted figure lying on the ground. No matter how much Grindelwald screamed, Hoffa never looked back again.

In the distance, the ancient castle stood tall on the Scottish plains, just as it had fifty years ago. It looked exactly the same—yet entirely different.

His two friends were waiting for him on the Hogwarts lawn. This scene had played out many times before, but he knew… this would be the last.

With a lighthearted stride and a smile on his face, he walked toward them.

Just then, a tiny speck of light shot toward him at an incredible speed. It transformed into a glass sphere and landed in his hand.

It was the Nightmare God. It had returned.

Hoffa couldn't help but chuckle. "Didn't you go looking for someone better?"

"Heh heh heh," the little creature laughed mysteriously.

"I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find anyone more certain than you."

(End of Chapter)

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