Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Close to the subject, spells. They come in many forms and their magic power is different. Now, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you all kinds of spells, that's all. In theory, you are not in the sixth grade, I don’t I should tell you what the illegal black curse looks like, because you are still young and can't deal with this set of things. But Professor Dumbledore praised your courage greatly, he thinks..."

During the day, at nine o'clock in the morning, Aristo Moody was talking in the classroom. The expression is rich, usually the same as usual. Only by looking very carefully can he see a deep void and blankness in his eyes.

Hoffa sat in the corner of the classroom without saying a word.

Last night, after he met Miller, the guy was attached to his right hand, and there was a fierce conflict that even made it to Dumbledore's office.

He finally got the three Unforgivable Curses, but he didn't master them himself, but Miller, who was lodged in his right hand, controlled Moody with the Imperius Curse, giving Harry Potter and the others a fake lesson.

He was afraid of any accident, and deliberately concealed Miller behind old Moody's secretly. But it turns out that he thinks too much. The Imperius Curse imposed by Miller is very stable. Since the class, Moody hasn't made any mistakes.

On the stage, he, like the original book, rectified classroom discipline, asked students questions, and introduced the three unforgivable curses.

Hoffa sat in the corner, staring at Moody indifferently, but Dumbledore was thinking in his mind. After meeting with Dumbledore last night, he had always suspected that Dumbledore actually knew of his existence.

Those words of him seemed to be told to Moody, but he felt that he was also told to himself——[Black Stars are rising, the gods are leaning against each other]

What does Dumbledore want to express?

Hoffa frowned and rubbed his hair.

The nightmare **** who had met him was nowhere to be found at the moment, and no one answered the riddle for him. His own teacher, Grindworth, the spokesperson of the **** of death, is also unclear, damn, why he can't point directly, he has to use this obscure way.

At this time, a burst of laughter awakened him from thinking.

It turned out that Moody’s on the podium took out a glass bottle with a spider in it. He took the magic wand to cast an Imperius curse on the spider in the bottle. The spider danced on the table, attracting the people in the classroom. laugh.

In the corner, Miller mumbled in his head.

"It's really ironic to teach the Imperius Curse with the Imperius Curse."

"What is the difference between the Imperius Curse and the puppet curse you cast on me?" Hoffa couldn't help asking.

"The puppet curse is to control the body, but you can still maintain your own mind. After the spell is over, you will still have the memory of being cast. But the Imperius curse is to control the mind together. After the spell is over, you will even be the controller. Everyone has forgotten them all."

"Isn't the Imperius Curse better?"

Hoffa looked at Moody, feeling a little uneasy. The Imperius Curse seemed to him to be a more dangerous spell than the Suicide Curse, and if he could, he was really afraid of being robbed of his soul.

"You can't say that, every spell corresponds to a rule, but the spell itself is not superior or inferior.

Just like the puppet curse is not as deep as the Imperius control, but it can control the crowd in a wide range, and the control distance is longer, but the Imperius curse is not. Although it can control the unit more deeply, but most of the time only Can control one, and the controller must stay with the accused. If the mental power is not high, there is even a risk of being usurped. "

"Control the crowd on a large scale..."

Hoffa suddenly thought of Grindelwald and his men, of the terrible cages on their heads.

"Is there no solution to the puppet curse?"

"No solution? Of course there is a solution."

Miller smiled in his head and said, "But I don't have to tell you."

"hateful."

Hoffa cursed inwardly, but didn't say much on the face.

As long as Miller doesn't control his body to do detrimental things, he doesn't mind Miller staying with him, at least so that he can still have a companion to talk.

Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class did not last long. After the three major forgivable spells were demonstrated, the class ended successfully. The students left the classroom one after another, and they seemed to respect Moody's a lot more than when the school started.

When the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is over and the people in the classroom are finished, Hoffa raised his right hand and asked Miller as if he was talking to himself: "What is Miranda going to give me, can you tell me now?"

In the empty classroom, Miller controlled Hoffa's right hand and held it empty.

The space produces ripples like the surface of water.

Miller took out a piece of old faded parchment from the void like magic, and handed it to Hoffa.

Hoffa took the faded piece of parchment and looked at it. There was a row of small letters written in red ink on the parchment.

[The needs of the ancient and unknown gods, there is only a long and unpredictable time. The older you are, the more you are afraid of death. If you want to trade with the unknown and ancient gods, you can only pay the price of time. The only time that humans can pay is life. . 】

Below the words are several dense rune patterns, ancient and sharp, looking like an eye, and there is a whole row of very complicated potion formulas and spells under the eyes, which seem to have to be used together.

"this is...!?"

Hoffa's palm trembled immediately. He thought of the door to the mystery of death that Joey opened for himself fifty years ago, when he was not going to transform into a Thunderbird in his first year. At that time, he sacrificed a little finger of his own, and even part of his life, drew an eye symbol on his arm here, which is exactly the same as the one recorded on the parchment.

Miller said lightly: "This is the sacrificial circle leading to the mystery of death, Helheim. It was found for you by my sister who spent many years in those primitive tribes. By sacrificing your life under certain conditions, you can get a short period of time. The opportunity to go to the mysterious realm of death, maybe there you can meet the people you want to meet."

"Miranda..."

Hoffa looked at the parchment in his hand and didn't know what to say. Originally, he thought that after fifty years, Joey must be dead, and the secret to Helheim was missing. But now, the same magic is in front of him, it can be said that there is nowhere to find it after breaking through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Seeing his appearance, Miller poured cold water: "But I advise you not to have too much hope. After all, it has been so long, even the soul has disappeared."

Hoffa didn't care about Miller's cold water. It took a while before he calmed down his excitement and asked Miller: "May... can I see Miranda?"

"Why, thank her in person?" Miller sneered.

"Yes," Hoffa said.

"Then throw away the parchment, and I'll take you there." Miller said bluntly.

Hoffa immediately hid the parchment behind him subconsciously.

......

......

With Miller's help, he didn't need to spend time on Moody, nor did he need to spend time pretending to be anyone. Life became calm for a period of time, at least for Hoffa.

The Hogwarts school is full of turmoil. The Triwizard Tournament begins regularly. People from the three schools come from all over the world. There are so many young wizards like dogs, handsome men and beautiful girls everywhere. Dumbledore offers a goblet of fire, magic The Ministry's people discharged protection at Hogsmeade, and a large number of Ministry of Magic officials gathered at Hogwarts.

A week later, Miller, under Hoffa’s instruction, imposed a strong obfuscation spell on the Goblet of Fire and threw Harry’s name in. On the night of revealing the warriors, Harry Potter with a bewildered look was darkened. The duo were thrown into the vortex of conflict. Since then, he has lived a tragic life of being mocked by classmates, gossiped by unscrupulous reporters, and abandoned by his best friends.

Everything is proceeding step by step, the only variable is Barty Crouch Jr.

After being blown by the cold wind of Helheim, he fell into a madness, and it was not until he saw Shining that he changed from madness to a sluggish coma.

Shining once said that Batty could wake up within a week, but a whole month passed, but Batty still didn't see the meaning of being sober. Not only did he not wake up, but he fell asleep more and more seriously, just as bears entered hibernation, and his breathing and heartbeat slowed down.

This made the house elf Shining more and more worried, and she asked Hoffa anxiously about what to do every other day.

But all this has nothing to do with Hoffa. He neither wanted to care about Barty, nor Harry Potter. After getting the mysterious sacrifice contract, all his attention was focused on the contract.

He wants to go to Helheim to sacrifice his own life, not just want to sacrifice to sacrifice, he needs to make sacrifice potions according to the method on the parchment, and use it with a spell after making it.

For a whole month, Hoffa was preparing to go to Helheim. He asked Shine to go to Snape’s potions classroom to steal the potions, secretly refine them in the Office of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and personally go to the depths of the Forbidden Forest to set up the venue. People interrupted.

Time blinked while he was busy. A month later, Hogwarts’ Triwizard Tournament was about to enter the first event stage, and Hoffa was also ready to sacrifice potion, ready to enter at night Underworld.

That night.

It was pitch black on the field. Hoffa and Miller disguised as Moody walked towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest. Because of the special thing he was going to do tonight, Miller left his palm and instead lodged in the body of Mad-Eye Moody.

When passing by the lawn, at the door of Hagrid's hut, the tall half-giant man was wearing a tight suit, combing his hair in front of his sink, preparing for tonight's date.

There was a huge carriage opposite Hagrid’s hut, which was the headmaster of Busbarton, Ms. Maxim’s vehicle. Some men and women chat and kiss on the dark lawn. Those are French students, who are much more open and romantic than British students.

The evening breeze blew on Hoffa's face, and the smell of honeysuckle in the air was fascinating.

Hoffa, who had been obsessed with refining sacrificial drugs, suddenly envied the students on the grass. He thought of his age, but he was only seventeen years old. If he came to this time and space, he can do nothing now. Drink tea with friends, discuss the contestants, maybe he can represent Hogwarts in the competition and easily win a championship, maybe the only question he has to worry about is who to invite to the Christmas ball, nothing more.

But thinking that if he was born fifty years later, he might not know Aglaia and Miranda, so he was relieved when he thought about it, and he no longer envied the men and women in the night.

But Miller was different. He looked at the French students, rubbing his hands hummingly, and his blue magic eyes turned crazily in his eye sockets: "Wait for you to go, I want to be attached to the beautiful handsome guy, and experience youthfulness. feel."

Hoffa couldn't help but glance at him, his wretched look and Moody's terrifying face almost made him want to be put in a cage.

"Don't make any moths." He said uncomfortably. "Pretend to be Moody and wait for me to come back."

"You can control it? When I am your servant?" Miller rolled his eyes in disdain.

"If you mess up my business, I will really report to your sister."

"Ha, do you think this is not her idea?" Miller suddenly hooked Hoffa's shoulders, and said in his ear: "She is boring, depressed, in fact, she would secretly watch... .."

"Keep rolling, shut up and just stay there!"

Hoffa blushed, and quickly pushed Miller away, not wanting to hear him talk about Miranda's privacy.

The two continued to walk into the depths of the forbidden forest. They didn't go far when they heard several men shouting loudly in front... and then there was a deafening and sharp roar.

Roar! !

Around the bushes, Hoffa caught a glimpse of a clearing in the distance. Four fierce-looking adult fire dragons were confined in a paddock surrounded by thick planks, standing on their hind legs, screaming and snorting. , The flame flashed in the night sky.

"It seems that the first project is to use the fire dragon."

Miller smiled, and then said with disdain: "One generation is not as good as one generation. In our age, a student can tame a dragon."

"What does it mean to you to tame the fire dragon?" Hoffa was also a little emotional when he saw the fire dragon.

Miller, who was possessed by Moody, shrugged: "It doesn't mean anything, it's just a pet."

"For them it is to prove themselves. It has different meanings and has nothing to do with strength."

As Hoffa said, Miller looked a little unhappy. "Bach, I can't actually figure out a problem."

"what is the problem."

"Why did you jump into the lake in third grade? I still can't understand why some people choose to die."

"It's just an experience of mine, an immature experience." Hoffa said lightly.

"If my sister is here, she will save you too, but I won't let her go." Miller said seriously, "To be honest, I don't think being abandoned by Hogwarts is a big deal. I die for a little thing. , Can only say that you are narrow-minded."

"It's really not a big deal, you're right." Hoffa was calm, calm and absent-minded.

"Do you regret it?" Miller asked.

"No regrets, at least some simple things have been confirmed."

While they were talking, they entered the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and the roar of the fire dragon in the distance was low and inaudible, and the fluorescent lamps on the ground shone light blue or yellowish luster, attracting mosquitoes to fly around.

Miller took the lead, waved his fingers, and laid defensive and isolation barriers on all sides.

After finishing the arrangement, Hoffa sat cross-legged on the ground and took out a small bottle of potion from his arms. The potion couldn't boil in the glass tube, and the surface glowed with bronze, which looked extremely heavy.

at last...

This is the sacrificial potion he refined this month, as long as he drinks it, he can achieve the effect of sacrifice. Even after so many years of experience, when this moment really came, his excited palms trembled slightly.

"Would you like me to drink it?" Miller looked at the bottle of potion with some worry.

"Are you worried about me?"

"Don't worry, it's just that there are ready-made sacrifices here." Miller pointed to Mad-Eye Moody's body, "It's not more convenient to sacrifice him directly, it's a loss of your life."

"Maybe it's unnecessary."

Hoffa said lightly, he thought of the old man's shot in his mouth, shook his head mockingly, opened his mouth and swallowed the potion without hesitation.

This mouthful of medicine was like some kind of thick metal liquid, without any taste, but after he swallowed it, he could clearly feel that there was another thing in his body, wrapped in that thick medicine, flowing and rolling in his blood vessels.

That is his time, his life.

It was so surging that he couldn't wait to pour it out immediately.

As instinctively, he imitated Joey's actions back then, cut off his fingers and drew an eye on the back of his hand.

Suddenly, it seemed to **** up a glass of milk and squeeze the plump drops of water. Hoffa's body became thin and shriveled, and he was ten years old.

Miller frowned and looked at Hoffa, a little unhappy.

He squatted down, bit his finger, and put a mark on his forehead with blood.

"This is a puppet rune. I can't follow you to the underworld. If you have an emergency and need a spell, you can use this rune to contact me. Just call my name and I will control your body for an hour. But it’s only an hour, understand?"

"I see." Hoffa nodded.

"Also, there is the place of death, the most terrifying abyss. Whether you find it or not, you must come back before your eyes disappear, otherwise you will be lost in Helheim forever, and your body in reality will be too. Become a vegetative.

"I understand, thank you, Miller."

After speaking, the blood-red eyes on the back of his hand blinked, and Hoffa's eyelids gradually became heavier.

Suddenly, he fell to the ground with a plop, as if someone pulled his hand vigorously. His eyes lost their blackness and only pure white was left.

An invisible door suddenly opened, and a strong wind engulfed Hoffa's consciousness.

Afterwards, his consciousness followed the mysterious power through the layers of space.

Countless worlds flashed past his eyes, and countless planes lined up under his feet.

It seems that all around his body is old-fashioned film footage. Finally, when he finished the fall, he stood on a solid ground.

A blast of cold wind blows towards him, as if it can blow him to the point of annihilation and eliminate nothingness. He shivered instinctively, and put his arms around his shoulders.

However, his mental power was much stronger than that of the first grade. The cold wind only made him uncomfortable for a while, and he got used to it.

Get used to the temperature and open your eyes.

He took a step back in astonishment.

He was standing on a bridge at the moment, a huge, straight stone bridge, which came from a place of emptiness and led to the unknown shore. And at the far end of the other shore, there was a huge and vague eagle shadow, which was too big to describe in words.

A little light leaked out as it looked around, it was the only light in this abyss.

But this was not the reason for his consternation, he had already been here once in Death Mystery. He had already deeply remembered the scene here.

The reason he was surprised was that it was different from when he came last time. very big difference.

The last time he landed, there was no one around him.

But this time, he was filled with people around him, side by side, just like Wangfujing Street in the Golden Week of the Eleventh. And those guys were all in exactly the same costumes, they wore black leather robes and rusty birdcages on their heads, crowded quietly into a ball without saying a word.

Hoffa, who came suddenly, was the only outlier among them.

The only one who doesn't wear a cage or black leather jacket. It was as abrupt as a man suddenly got into the women’s bathhouse.

His arrival attracted everyone's attention.

The slanting ice and snow came from the emptiness and gloomy sky, and went to the bottomless abyss.

Hoffa stood in the crowd, looking at the thousands of guys with the heads of the birdcage on the bridge, and the straight eyes behind their cages.

He swallowed and raised his hand tremblingly: "Excuse me... Excuse me...?"