Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The dripping monster opened its mouth and spewed water into the pool underneath itself, but no matter how it spits, there is no trace of the pool being full.

Moody stood in front of the dripping monster and shouted, "Albus! Albus, come out!"

The dripping monster was unmoved, looking at Moody coldly, waiting for him to give an order.

"Damn, who broke the rules! Albus, get out!" Moody shouted anxiously, standing in front of the monster's dripping mouth.

The Dripping Mouth monster glanced at Moody with an arrogant look, then turned his head slightly, not looking at him.

Patter patter...

The sound of faint footsteps came from behind.

In the darkness, Moody’s blue magic eye turned 180 degrees, and in the corridor a hundred meters away behind him, the weird boy who had been **** by him flew to the top of the corridor like a giant bat. He remained very weird. Posture, with his right hand stretched forward, floating in front of him, as if being run by his right hand.

While running wildly, the weird boy's right hand still cracked a mouth, and he stuck his tongue and said, "Catch him!"

"Monster! Go to death!"

Moody took out his wand and shook it in the hallway in a big way, "All shattered! All shattered!"

Hoffa was shocked. Moody, this guy, could not enter the principal's office without knowing the password, so he simply wrecked around to attract the attention of Dumbledore and other school workers.

At this time, Hoffa's right hand was automatically raised, and the mouth of his right hand opened and shouted: "The curse stops!"

The blue smashing curse was dissolved before hitting the dripping monster, turned into invisible magic power, and slowly dissipated.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his right hand. Miller, this fellow, was still useful, and did not make the situation worse. He raised his right hand and walked slowly towards Moody in this weird posture.

Mad-eye Moody waved his magic wand frantically, and the spells poured out like money, but the spells were resolved by Miller one by one before they touched Hoffa's body.

In the end, he stopped one meter in front of Moody's: "Mad-eyed man, don't be nervous, we can talk."

"Where are you from the monster?"

"I am not a monster."

Crazy Eye Moody stood in front of the dripping monster, "Do you know whose turf is behind you?"

"I know, Albus Dumbledore."

"Know that you are not leaving soon?" Aristo Moody said slyly, "When Albus Dumbledore comes out, no matter what monster you are, you will be brought to justice!"

"You don't know the password, you can't get into the office."

Hoffa and Moody are getting closer and closer, and he kindly persuades: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. After this year, when I complete my goal, I will put you back."

"The ghost will believe what you said. You shut me up in a box and **** with an iron chain. When you achieve your goals, you will kill people and kill people. A dark wizard like you, I have seen more in my life!"

"Please, do you see me like a dark wizard?"

Hoffa was aggrieved and pleaded for himself: "In addition to locking you up and restricting your freedom, I did not physically persecute you. On the contrary, you, even wearing a chest strap and nailing hands and feet, if not for my special physique. , You have killed me twice.

"you......?"

Moody's tone was stagnant, he thought for a while, his face lightened a little: "Then you are talking about, who are you?"

"As you can see, I am an ordinary shapeshifter with my own small ninety-nine, neither ambitious nor threatening."

"Ordinary shapeshifter... what an ordinary shapeshifter."

Moody posted sarcastically on the wall, "Excessive modesty will only make people disgust, why not just say it if you want to hit me."

"Okay, I am a master of transformation, okay... right!?"

Hoffa's eyes widened as soon as he finished speaking.

The dripping monster that Moody was leaning on suddenly opened rumblingly, and he fell back unexpectedly, and had to barely grab the handrail to make himself stand still.

Transformation master is the password?

Moody was stunned for a second. Then, a touch of ecstasy appeared on Moody's face. The wooden legs propped him up, and he swayed up the spiral staircase.

Hoffa's face changed and changed, and he hurried through the gap in the wall and stepped onto the spiral stone staircase, the door closed behind him. The stairs slowly rose automatically, leading him to a shiny oak door with a brass knocker.

Moody didn't even knock on the door, and waved his hand, "Alaho Cave is open!"

An orange light flashed from the tip of the wand, the door slammed open to both sides, Moody stepped into the door and opened his mouth and shouted, "Albus!"

"Oops, it's over!"

Hoffa leaped high. In the sea of ​​spirit, Miller smashed Hoffa away like an F1 driver who saw his clumsy girlfriend driving. He took control of his body and flew at the moment the door of Dumbledore’s office opened. Hoffa, who was in the air, raised his right hand and pointed it straight at Moody's back.

"The soul is out of the body!!"

A dazzling white light hit Moody. Miller's Imperius Curse and Barty's Imperius Curse were not at the same level. This time, Moody covered his head and twisted frantically. He stretched out his hands and stretched out to the front.

Even without controlling his body, Hoffa could feel that the mental defense line in Old Moody's mind was quickly destroyed and occupied by Miller. This speed was almost devastating, seemingly long, but in fact extremely fast.

Almost at the same time as Moody's Imperius Curse, Hoffa fell heavily to the ground, and Miller returned control of his body to Hoffa.

In a short gap, he saw the scene in the room.

This is a very beautiful round room with portraits of Hogwarts principals hanging on the wall. They were all asleep, their chests rising and falling slightly.

A phoenix perched on the golden perching branch by the door. It was as big as a swan, and its bright red and golden feathers were dazzling. At this moment, it was resting its head in its wings. Hearing the sound, it shook its long tail feathers and woke up, looking confused and vigilant at the place where Hoffa disappeared, as well as the scarfaced man who suddenly broke into the principal's office.

On the wall behind the table, a shabby, patched sorting hat rests on a shelf. In a glass box next to it was a gleaming silver sword with large rubies on the hilt.

The sword of Gryffindor, the weapon of fairies.

At this time, a touch of silver came into his sight, and he turned his head to search for the source of the light, and saw a bright silver light shining from the box under Fox. It was one after another crystal clear glass bottles filled with bright silver substances. They kept flowing, rippling like the surface of the water in the breeze, and spreading and spinning softly like clouds.

It is memory.

Beside the quietly rotating memory bottle, Moody clutched his head, struggling frantically, unable to make a sound.

But the more he struggled, the more wilted he became. In the end, he lowered his head very dumbly, like a downed computer.

Patter.

The light footsteps from the depths of the principal's office.

Hoffa didn't want to enter the shadow world of ghost walks.

Just entering the shadows, Albus Dumbledore, in a pale wizard robe, walked down the stairs on the second floor of the principal's office.

He was holding a shallow stone basin with strange carvings on the mouth of the basin, which were many runes. The silver light came from the contents in the basin, illuminating his old face. He was not asleep, his blue eyes were a little red and swollen, and his face was full of unconcealable fatigue.

Of course, he also saw Moody standing motionless at the headmaster's desk.

This made Dumbledore stunned for about a second, and then he returned to normal without any hindrance, as if a man from get off work saw his son playing in the yard and placed the **** on the table.

"Good evening, Moody."

He rubbed his eyes. "It seems like we haven't spoken this late in a long time."

Ticking.

Ten seconds.

During the ghost stroll, Hoffa raised his right hand and slowly backed away. At this moment, his cold sweat was about to come off. From the Ravenclaw common room to the principal’s office, the night was really crazy.

He didn't feel it before Dumbledore appeared, but at the moment Dumbledore appeared, he felt an immense mental pressure. He knew that as long as the ghost walk was over, he would be discovered by Dumbledore immediately. It’s not okay to enter the phantom state, only to stay away from this former teacher as much as possible during the time when the ghost is walking.

"Damn it, Dumbledore is so perceptive."

Miller's nervous voice sounded in Hoffa's mind, "It may be difficult to hide the Imperius Curse from him."

"To be able to conceal one second is to conceal one second, don't let Moody look up and make eye contact with Dumbledore." Hoffa communicated with Miller in his mind.

"Do you want to fight directly?"

Miller licked his lips, "If it is the two of us, Transfiguration and Curse, he is not necessarily our opponent."

"No, you can't fight."

Hoffa decisively controlled his body to slowly retreat.

"Why, you are too pedantic."

"It has nothing to do with pedantic, there is more than one principal at Hogwarts."

"It seems right."

Miller said hoarsely.

In the spiritual world, the two communicated at an extremely fast speed.

In the real world, the passage of time has become quite slow.

Ticking.

Nine seconds.

Dumbledore sat behind the chair like nothing, and even made a joke: "Is there anything you want to tell me? The bed at Hogwarts is too hard and you are not used to sleeping?"

In the shadows, Hoffa controlled his body and slowly backed away. He couldn't see Dumbledore's face, but he could feel a little sadness and apology in his tone?

Wait, what's that tone.

Hoffa felt very confused.

"There is a dark wizard." Aristo Moody lowered his head and said like a puppet: "I feel an evil aura."

Dumbledore opened his mouth slightly, pushed his glasses, and sighed softly, "It seems you can feel it too, old man."

Eight seconds.

Hoffa's body trembled when he was backing up. Miller probably just controlled Moody to say casually, not thinking at all, but Dumbledore said he felt it too. What did he feel? Do you feel your own existence?

"The black star is rising slowly, and the gods are not stopping."

Dumbledore slowly raised the black wand in his hand: "Reaper has noticed the provocation from the past. It will drive a carriage across the sky, wherever it goes, there will be no grass."

"what are you saying!?"

Seven seconds.

Moody raised his head, his hollow eyes reflected the shock of Hoffa and Miller.

Six seconds.

"I have no way to explain to you, no way at all. Each of us has problems that must be solved, big or small."

Dumbledore looked at his wand and whispered like a dream: "But I believe that my best companion will always make the most correct choice. Are you right?"

Hoffa was struck by lightning, and the cold sweat behind him fell off. Those very penetrating blue eyes seemed to see through the space.

Five seconds.

The void in Moody's eyes faded, and Miller gradually took control of his body. He coldly asked, "What are you talking about, Albus?"

Five seconds.

Four seconds.

Three seconds.

But three seconds passed without Dumbledore's answer. He sat there, motionless, as if petrified. At the same time, an inexplicable feeling of sleepiness surged into Hoffa's heart, and he suddenly wanted to sleep. It's like thinking about taking sleeping pills after a long journey.

He thought it was dawn, but he turned his head and looked out the window.

The sky was dim, the full moon hung high, and there was no sunlight at all. Feeling tired at night, this was almost impossible to think of in the past.

Fortunately, the drowsiness came and went quickly. After three seconds, he woke up and controlled his body to continue to retreat.

"Albus."

"Albus?"

"Albus!?"

In the office, Miller remotely controlled Moody's to push Dumbledore a few times.

Waiting for Hoffa to retreat to the door, Albus Dumbledore was agitated, slowly raised his head, his eyes changed from sharp to muddy, and he mumbled: "I am old, I can't concentrate..." , As if he had just seen Moody standing in front of him, he was surprised and asked: "Why are you here, Alastor, how did you come in?"

He completely forgot what he had just said, and repeated the question he had just asked a few seconds ago.

Miller wanted to answer, but Hoffa seized his control of Moody's and said, "It's nothing, I suddenly couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. I really want to come over and chat with you."

"What do you want to talk to me?" Dumbledore asked alertly.

"I came to Hogwarts for three days, but the bed I slept on was harder than the Mayflower deck." Moody lamented, "My waist is a little bit harder to hold on."

Ticking.

There are two seconds left for the ghost to wander.

"It turned out to be for this. Just tell Filch about this kind of thing. Let him change your bed. There is no need to tell me specifically."

Albus Dumbledore said nonchalantly, he turned and looked at the meditation basin, pressing his wand against his temple.

"What are you doing?" Hoffa asked curiously.

"I need time to sort out my memories. I have lived for too long, and there are too many memories in my mind, so I can't think clearly. Go back first."

After speaking, he waved his hand very tiredly, and the door of the office closed suddenly.

Before leaving the room, in the last scene, Dumbledore drew a crystal thread from his temple and put it into the basin.

Ticking.

The ghost wandered for the last second.

Hoffa left the shadow world, and even the robbed Alastomoudi was pushed out of the room by Dumbledore's mana.

Outside Albus Dumbledore's office, Hoffa looked at his right hand.

Deep anxiety arose in his mind.

Dumbledore at this moment was stranger than ever, as if it was not one person talking to himself, but two people. A few seconds ago, he was exactly the same as the man in the original book, calm and gentle, strong and indifferent. But since the weird feeling of sleepiness struck, Dumbledore seemed to be a different person. Become like Armando Dippet who was old and irritable fifty years ago.

This made him think of what the God of Nightmare said, if he stayed at this time and didn't go back, the whole world line would collapse.

what is this.

A precursor to the collapse?