Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

There are four famous wizards whose names have been passed down to this day:

Brave Gryffindor, from a barren swamp,

Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the peaceful river

The benevolent Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

The shrewd Slytherin came from that quagmire.

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In the distant castle, there was faint singing.

The Sorting Ceremony has already begun, leaving Hoffa with few choices. For the resurrection technique, he has to enter even hell, let alone Hogwarts.

It's just that Barty's appearance must definitely not be able to attend the banquet.

Reluctantly, he pulled out the box that Batty was pushing and opened it upright like a door. Inside the box was a room of 60 square meters.

In the room, Aristo Moody, who was stripped and only wearing underwear, was tied to a pillar, his mouth was sealed with a chain, and he couldn't make a sound.

Seeing the bald boy coming in, his one-eyed boss twisted frantically and furiously, shaking the chains, making a clanging sound.

Hoffa completely ignored Moody. He threw the little Barty moaning in unconscious pain into the box, then pulled off a hair struggling Moody, walked to the corner of the room, and took out the configuration that Nico Lemay helped him. The compound decoction added Moody's hair.

Bah!

The compound decoction emits a puff of blue smoke, which turns from a paste to clear.

He took off his clothes, raised his head and drank the potion.

Outside the box, the torrential rain got worse and worse, and the electric lights flickered.

Inside the box, Hoffa covered his head, and his body changed rapidly under the action of the compound decoction.

His back rickets, countless wrinkles grow, and one eye is sunken inward until it disappears, and even his right calf is only half shrunk.

"Um...huh...huh...huh..."

Old Moody watched this scene, jealous, dangling frantically on the chain.

"Old stuff, your maintenance is really bad!"

Hoffa, who became Moody's, stood in front of Moody's deity and played his own JJ.

"Woo...uh...evil...evil...evil...!"

Old Moody roared hoarsely, and forced an unwilling growl behind the chains.

"Humph, really offended, you deserve this in your life."

Hoffa smiled indifferently, jumped to his side on one leg, and put a lock on his mouth to prevent him from making any noise.

Then, he jumped in front of Barty on one leg, took off Moody's prosthetic leg and eyes, and put it on himself.

The blue magic eye was worn in the sunken eye socket and turned around as soon as he entered, providing him with a three-hundred-sixty-degree vision.

Then he picked up Moody's wand again, no surprise, this wand held in his hand was almost like a piece of ordinary wood, and there was no link to him at all.

The cross-dressing is over.

He took a deep breath and walked to the familiar and unfamiliar castle.

The heavy rain was still intensively beating the tall, black windows. Another burst of thunder blasted and the glass windows creaked. After entering the porch, the first creature to greet him was a cat squatting on the head of the armor and licking his palm.

It glanced at Hoffa with red eyes, immediately jumped down, and disappeared in a hurry with its tail erect.

Mrs. Loris is here, can Filch be far away?

The loud voice of the familiar man came from the hall, making Hoffa seem like a world away.

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"Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to tell you that this year, the prohibited items in the castle have added a few more items. They are screaming swimming balls, spike flying saucers and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about 430 Seventeen items can be seen in Mr. Filch’s office. Those who are interested can check it..."

Outside the hall, an old, skinny, bald man pressed his ear to the door of the banquet hall, like a perverted husband peeping at his wife.

When he heard Dumbledore's words, he was gasping in excitement, and his skinny palms rubbed his chest unconsciously.

"Hey."

Hoffa stood behind him and greeted coldly.

"what!!"

Filch, who was obsessed with overhearing the principal's reading of the school regulations, jumped up in shock. He turned his head and saw a terrifying face. He immediately raised his hands and leaned against the door, shaking like a surrendered soldier and asked: "You. .. You... are you...?"

"Send my luggage to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office."

He handed Filch the suitcase with Old Moody and Barty Jr. in his hand, and said lightly.

Filch just remembered now, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He squeezed a smile, "So it's the professor, I'm going here, here's going." He friendly and respectfully took the box in Hoffa's hand and walked upstairs, but after going around a corner, Hoffa But I heard Filch complaining secretly:

"Professor came so late...really dereliction of duty...really dereliction of duty, even if he is late, he still looks so scary, I really don’t know what Dumbledore thinks, hum, Professor at Hogwarts, it’s been a year Not as good as a year..."

In the auditorium, Dumbledore's loud voice continued:

"As before, I want to remind everyone that students cannot enter the forbidden forest over the site, and in Hogsmeade Village, all students below the third grade are not allowed to patronize. I also regret to tell everyone that this year will be The College Cup Quidditch is no longer held.

This is because a large-scale event will start in October and will continue throughout the school year, occupying a lot of teachers' time and energy-but I believe that you can all have a lot of fun from it. I am very happy to announce to you that this year at Hogwarts—"

At this moment, there was a deafening thunder, the door of the auditorium was slammed open, and the principal's speech stopped.

Hoffa stood at the door, leaning on a long cane, wrapped in a black travel cloak, looking straight at Dumbledore, who was about a hundred meters away from him, was he controlling Cedric looking for himself?

For a moment, Hoffa even wanted to tell the whole story and Dumbledore to see what he would say.

But he immediately guessed what Dumbledore would say after seeing him. It must be a long list of life philosophies. It's about love, about courage, and even about accepting destiny.

The thought was quietly extinguished after a circle in his mind. What did the principal's oversight have to do with him? He was tired of the life of wiping others' ass.

Dumbledore, who was speaking in front of the eagle statue in the distance, was also stunned. His eyelids under his crescent glasses were drooping, and he seemed a little surprised by Moody's appearance.

Hoffa stepped forward with his wooden legs and crutches.

The students in the auditorium were photographed from the hideous appearance of the old Moody and Hoffa's huge mental force field. They were silent for a while. They stared at Moody's pace, and some people even dropped the cake in their hands.

Pedal.

Pedal.

Pedal.

With the sound of wooden legs hitting the ground, Hoffa stood in front of Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore is no longer what he looked like when he first met in the orphanage. At that time, he had a red beard, and he was often dressed in elegant velvet robes, and his appearance was young and glamorous.

But now, he looks a bit like the former Armando Dipet, with a long silver beard and wrinkles all over his forehead. The only difference from Dippet is that he is very angry now, and he doesn't see any decadence at all.

"It's okay on the road."

When Moody (Hoffa) stepped onto the faculty seat, Dumbledore proactively stretched out his hand and asked gently.

"It's fine."

Hoffa also stretched out his hand and shook the opponent's dry and slender palm.

"I'm not going to patrol around just now."

Dumbledore held his hand and asked quietly.

"Yes it is."

"Are there traces of a dark wizard?"

Dumbledore asked jokingly.

"Everywhere."

Hoffa said coldly.

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing. He patted Moody (Hoffa) on the shoulder and pointed to the seat on his right: "Thank you this year."

Hoffa sat down, and the greasy-haired Severus Snape shifted his chair, as if he didn't want to get too close to him.

Although the food on the student table has been removed, there are still some leftovers left on the teacher's bench. Hoffa felt that he was already hungry. He shook his head, pulled a plate of sausages, held it up to his mutilated nose and smelled it, and it was still a familiar taste.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and the paper turned into a small knife in the process of digging it out. He stuck the knife in one end of a sausage and ate it like no one else.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts class teacher," Dumbledore broke his silence happily, "Professor Moody."

There were only sparse voices in the entire auditorium, and Dumbledore and Hagrid were the only people applauding.

Hoffas didn't care, and felt a little sympathetic to Moody. The old guy had arrested the dark wizard for a lifetime, and his popularity was not as high as that of the liar Guidro Lockhart. The reason was probably that Lockhart looked better.

He took a sip of the compound decoction from his pocket, and looked at the teacher's bench. Severus Snape was watching him cautiously, and the little Professor Flitwick was talking happily with Pomona Sprout in Hufflepuff.

"Ahem..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I just said," he said with a smile at the many students in front of him: "In the next few months, we will be very honored to host a very exciting event, this event has more than one. The century has not been held. I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

"Are you kidding me!" Fred Weasley said loudly.

The tension that had enveloped the auditorium ever since Moody entered the door was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore also laughed slightly with admiration.

"I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "but since you mentioned joking, I heard a very funny joke about a troll, a dominatrix, and a little demon. They all Into the same tavern..."

Hoffa felt that he was almost full and pushed aside the plate, his eyes staying on Dumbledore. He looked exactly like the one described in the original book, without the blackening marks he had imagined, nor did he recognize Moody's true identity.

So who is looking for himself in secret?

Is it Grindelwald?

No... No, Grindelwald has seen his bald head.

As Hoffa was thinking, he felt someone watching him.

Turning his head to see, Gryffindor Dean-Professor Minerva McGonagall, who was sitting on Dumbledore's left hand, was staring at the knife in her hand, her mouth slightly open.

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A few minutes later, Dumbledore eloquently finished all the regulations concerning the Triwizard Tournament.

The banquet ended in a joyous atmosphere. When everyone filed out of the banquet hall, Dumbledore suddenly stopped Hoffa.

"Moody, wait a minute."

Hoffa was like Zhao Gongming who heard Shen Gongbao calling out fellow Daoists to stay. He was stiff in place. He slowly turned his head and stared at Dumbledore with his blue magic eyes.

It's all here, and I still plan to do something bad. The former teacher in front of him is the hurdle he had to step through. He tensed his nerves for the private conversation of the top wizard.

When everyone in the auditorium was gone, Dumbledore stood in front of Hoffa, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, his expression became worried, "Did you go to Fudge, what did he say?"

Hoffa was taken aback, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

Moody's is a member of the Dumbledore Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore didn't know why he asked Moody to approach the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, so he left himself to talk.

But whether the old Moody went to Fudge, what did Fudge said, he didn't know Khofabach because he only temporarily disguised himself as Moody tonight.

silence.

Dumbledore looked at Hoffa.

The sad expression became a little confused.

Facing the old professor's worried blue eyes, a drop of cold sweat slowly dripped from Hoffa's forehead. He realized that he had to say something, and if he remained silent, he might immediately show his feet.

"What else can I say," Hoffa said lightly, "You don't know who our Minister of Magic is."

He kicked the ball back.

"hiss..."

Dumbledore turned around with the back of his hand behind him.

"So, is he completely indifferent to your discovery?"

"Yeah, completely indifferent."

Dumbledore inserted his fingers into his silver hair sadly, looking very irritable: "Fudge, Fudge, how can you take power so seriously, and don't care if you are missing?"

Hoffa was expressionless, but his heart was about to jump to praise his wit.

He speculated that Moody should have reported the disappearance of the Quidditch World Cup to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore also asked Moody to ask Fudge for help.

So, is Dumbledore aware of the existence of Grindelwald? He couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

"No, you can't let Riddle behave like this anymore." Dumbledore said firmly, "This year you will take some time after the course is over. We will send some more people to search for the trail of Peter Pettigrew."

Uh... the smile at the corner of Hoffa's mouth disappeared.

Does Dumbledore think that people missing everywhere is a masterpiece of Tom Riddle?

"I think... Voldemort may be more than a threat..." Hoffa thought for a while and said slowly.

"what did you say?"

Dumbledore frowned.

Hoffa tentatively said: "I said, Voldemort and Wormtail are only two people, how can it not be too exaggerated. Maybe there are other dark wizards..."

"Moody, what are you thinking about, why didn't you see you so implicit before?" Dumbledore frowned.

Hoffa immediately realized that Mad-Eye Moody was a violent Auror, and he was completely different from himself. The more he hesitated, the more he felt that something was wrong with Dumbledore.

"Grindelwald!"

He said immediately, "I suspect that Grindelwald is secretly playing tricks."

Dumbledore's eyes sharpened suddenly, "What did you say?"

"I'm just speculating."

Moody (Hoffa) flicked his cloak and stood up: "Voldemort has lost his servant and is now lingering. I don't think he alone can make so many people disappear silently. There must be others. Secret activities."

Dumbledore looked at Hoffa, his sharp eyes dimmed little by little. Finally, he sighed: "Impossible, you suspect that you are too ill, Alastor. Gellert Grindelwald can't turn it over anymore. There are any storms. Don't worry."

"why?"

Hoffa's eyes widened, completely puzzled.

"His fate has been sealed." Dumbledore waved his hand: "No need to worry."

"Is it sealed? What does that mean."

"Forget it."

There was a trace of sadness in Dumbledore's eyes, but soon the trace of sadness disappeared without a trace. "You don't need to worry about this, but I have a small request about this year's course."

"any request?"

"Every triwizard competition in history is an opportunity for frequent turmoil. When wizards gather together, it is impossible to calm down and drink tea.

I think our students urgently need the ability to protect themselves, so I would like to ask you to demonstrate the three unforgivable curses to students. "

Hoffa's expression was dull.

After a pause, Dumbledore continued, "Also, if you can, I hope you can focus on Harry Potter."

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