Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

On September 1, torrential rain poured down from the sky like a torrent.

Kings Cross Station. Nine and three-quarters of the platform.

An old man pushed a cart slowly forward. He was one-eyed, one-legged, gray-haired, and walking slowly with a cane.

Beside him are countless crowded adult wizards and young wizards. And in his cart cage, a blue-and-white golden-eyed owl stands.

The owl stood motionless in the cage, in stark contrast to the noisy pets around.

"This leg... this eye, **** it!"

The one-eyed and one-legged old man cursed in a low voice as he walked: "How awkward is how to walk, I really don't know how that old thing walks so fast!"

The owl in the cage glanced at the old man coldly, and the old man immediately closed his mouth with a self-assured expression.

There is no doubt that the owl is Hoffa, even if Voldemort asked him to pretend to be Moody, he still poured the compound soup into Barty's mouth.

He is not stupid. If nothing can be changed, then he might as well follow the boat and proceed according to the original plan. Asking Barty to send Harry Potter back, so that when the matter is over, then tampering with Barty's memory, so that even Dumbledore will not find out that he exists.

However, he couldn't let little Batty, a mentally wrong guy do whatever he wanted, and simply turned into an owl and stayed beside him to prevent him from doing anything out of the ordinary.

Fortunately, since he defeated Moody's, this guy has been changing tricks to please himself, and pours tea for himself almost all the time, and after he saddles his horse, he will satisfy his needs as the first priority. He said one, Little Batty almost Can't say two.

"Professor Moody!"

Suddenly, Moody (Little Batty) and Hoffa, who were about to board the train, heard someone calling in the distance.

Turning his head to see, he was a tall and handsome boy. He was wearing a yellow and black robe. Hoffa couldn't help but think of Tom Riddle who was still in Hogwarts before, and that smile reminded him. Ryan, who had **** with a female vampire many years ago.

It happened to be a beautiful girl with an Asian face standing next to him. She was holding an umbrella in the rain, with black hair, blue-black robe, and light eye makeup. Many boys around couldn't help casting longing glances at her.

Owl Hoffa stared at the girl for a long time before realizing her identity. Autumn. Zhang.

She looks much better than in the movies. When Hoffa was watching movies, she was curious about how an Asian girl who could not even attract Asians attracted two consecutive top heroes at Hogwarts. Now it seems that it is probably European directors do not understand Asian aesthetics.

Qiu Zhang seemed to have also noticed Hoffa's gaze. Holding the umbrella, she looked at the owl and tilted her head.

The sixth sense of a woman...

Hoffa murmured, shaking his feathers, and his attention turned to Cedric, who was walking alone.

"Excuse me, are you the professor of this year, Aristo Moody?"

Cedric Diggory bowed slightly, then asked.

"it's me."

Little Batty said calmly.

"Ah, my name is Cedric Diggory."

The handsome boy held out his hand with his head high, and the prefect sign on his chest was shining: "My father mentioned you many times before me, saying that you are the greatest Auror of this century, and there is no one."

"Oh, that's it."

Moody (Little Batty) ignored the palm in front of him and said sharply, "That's really a very high evaluation!"

Fluttering.

The owl in the cage spread its wings and flapped twice.

Moody smiled kindly immediately and shook Cedric Diggory's hand: "Ah, I haven't seen Amos for a long time. I heard that he is now working in the Department of Fantastic Beast Management. What is his body? kind?"

"Ah, my father is in good health."

Segrik released his hand happily, scratching his head with a naive look, and his eyes shifted to the box of the trolley.

"Ah, is this your owl? It's beautiful."

Hoffa's head in the cage turned ninety degrees in parallel, and he glanced coldly at Cedri's Diggory, wondering what's going on with this guy? The set almost fits on yourself?

Moody (Little Batty) stood in front of the cage a little nervously, and said in the professor's reserved tone, "You, what's the matter, waiting for me here?"

"Oh, it's like this."

Cedric Digo looked away from Hoffa, took out a document from his robe, and gave it to Moody.

"My father asked me to tell you that your small problems have been solved, so you don't have to worry. Also, Mr. Arthur Weasley, the Secretary of Magic, has done a lot to prohibit the abuse of Magic. My father thinks that if you have time, You can write him a letter."

Cedric speaks very decently, and of course he can't fault it.

Hoffa in the cage is clear. It turned out to be such a thing. In the original work, it was indeed Arthur Weasley and Amos Diggory who settled the chaos caused by the conflict between Moody’s and Barty Jr. before he left. It's just that if this matter is viewed from Harry's perspective, there is no follow-up, but if viewed from his own perspective...

Hoffa's head turned 180 degrees, looking at the umbrella in the distance, ignoring the boys to strike up a conversation and waiting for Diggory's Qiu Zhang, thinking that women are the gatekeepers of life, the touchstone of men, the barriers of reproduction, and they represent With natural selection, it shoulders the mission of mankind's continuation.

This other warrior of Hogwarts does have his unique style, mature and humble. At a young age, he spoke without leaking, and without a trace, he pointed out that his father helped him solve the trouble, and humbly gave the credit to Arthur Weasley.

If I were a woman, I was afraid I would choose Cedric instead of Harry, who seemed immature.

If the person standing here is the real Alastomoudi, one must look at Cedric with admiration, and since he owes his father a favor, he must be taken care of in class.

The only pity is that Real Moody is now locked in a box under his feet.

Little Batty picked up the document and glanced at it, with a pretended expression: "I see, I really trouble you, I will pay attention to it in the future."

"Oh, that's great."

Cedric Diggory showed a smile that could melt the hearts of countless girls, as if the dark clouds in the sky were all scattered.

"Then I won't bother Mr., goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Cedric waved to Moody, turned to Qiu Zhang, took the umbrella in her hand, and walked side by side to the far carriage.

"Digory..."

Little Batty stuffed the papers into his chest indiscriminately, pushing the cart and sneered, "Huh, the red-necked **** can also give birth to this kind of son, I'm afraid it's not his wife who stole someone outside."

Hoffa: "..."

Little Batty took Hoffa into the train, found an empty carriage in the back row, and got in.

The first thing he did when he entered was to lock the door immediately, respectfully took the bird cage down, put it on the small table, and opened the bird cage for him.

The train slammed on the rails, and Hoffa walked out of the birdcage with his feathers shaking, looking at the Scottish mountains outside the train, feeling a little strange in his heart.

The train is still the train, Scotland is still Scotland, and it is no different from fifty years ago, but his state of mind is no longer the state of mind of fifty years, without the excitement of seeing it for the first time, and the oppression of eager escape. , There is only a unique nostalgia.

"Is it thirsty, Mr. Bach?"

Barty, who had become Moody, asked the owl in a Wormtail tone.

"Pharmaceuticals."

The owl uttered words and looked very cold.

"Ok."

Little Batty quickly drew a glass tube filled with blue liquid from under the table, put it on the table, and opened the lid respectfully.

Hoffa leaped his slender bird's legs, stretched out his pointed mouth, and took a sip in the blue tube.

"Bone flakes."

"Ok."

Little Batty took a piece of bone from his chest and placed it in front of the owl.

Hoffa: "Magnifying glass."

As soon as he finished speaking, Batty took out a round magnifying glass from his chest and placed it in front of the owl's head.

Hoffa stared at a black bone fragment in front of him through a magnifying glass, his golden eyes never blinking.

This is one of several trophies he seized from Aristo Moody.

The cold breath on the bone flakes made him feel obsessed. If he wants to resurrect Aglaia, he must find her soul. To find her soul, Hoffa must go to the mysterious land of Helheim.

Now fifty years have passed, and the old hunting ground guard Joey is afraid that he is no longer alive. He can't remember exactly how Joey opened the mystery of death. But he felt that perhaps the aura contained in this black bone piece might be one of the clues.

After observing this for more than an hour, Little Barty's hands were a little sore, and he couldn't help asking:

"Mr. Bach, you have been observing this bone today. Is it so strange?"

"What do you know?" Hoffa, who became an owl, didn't look up.

"Mr. Bach, you are only a fresh graduate." Little Batty asked tentatively.

Hoffa focused on the bones, not caring what Batty was asking.

"It's terrible, the current Hogwarts student, someone like you, must have attracted much attention in the school." Little Barty asked again.

"what?"

"Mr. Bach, I have been unable to figure out a problem."

"What's the problem?" Hoffa distracted part of his attention unhappily.

"How can a person like you have no reputation?" Little Batty frowned and asked, "It seems I have never heard of you."

"Is it related to you?"

Hoffa furiously said Barty and continued to study the bone fragments.

"How did you get pierced in your heart but didn't die?"

"I can't answer."

"If I get pierced in the heart, can I not die?"

"Maybe not."

Hoffa's owl head turned ninety degrees, and his attention moved away from the bone piece and focused on Little Batty. This is the first time he has seen Barty have some kind of "desire" or need.

"What the **** are you trying to say?" he asked Batty.

"Have you thought about doing something amazingly powerful?"

Little Batty rubbed his hands, his wrinkled and moody face looked very flattering: "Uh, for example, dominate the magical world in Europe, or become the strongest wizard in the world?"

"Which college did you graduate from?" Owl Hoffa asked back.

"Hufflepuff."

"what?"

Hoffa was a little stunned for a while. He always thought that Batty Jr would be a student of Slytherin, or a Ravenclaw like the old Batty Crouch. He didn't expect that he was actually a Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff he had met was not such a person.

Little Batty looked at him and asked eagerly: "Mr. Bach, I really want to know, do you have any plans to do something earth-shattering?"

"Why should I do such a thing?"

"That way the whole world will be afraid of you and recognize you! What a great thing is this?" Little Batty said quickly, as if holding back for a long time, "If that happens, I will help you, and I can do anything for you. thing!"

"Even if I become that kind of person, what does it have to do with you?"

Hoffa looked at Little Barty seriously: "Also, why are you following Voldemort? You never thought about what you want?"

"What do I want?"

Little Batty looked confused. After hesitating for a while, he stammered and said, "I...I want to resurrect my master."

"Then apart from your master, don't you have any wishes of your own?"

"I...I, my wish. My wish is to resurrect my master." Little Batty said blankly.

"I'm asking about your own wish, as a person, shouldn't you have your own unique ideas. Why do you want to live for others?" Owl said with a contemptuous expression.

Little Batty still looked a little dazed. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head, "I don't quite understand what you mean, but, Mr. Bach, do you have any wishes? I can help you realize it."

"my wish......"

The contempt on Owl's face gradually faded, and he suddenly didn't know how to answer Little Batty.

......

......

It was getting late and the train arrived.

The students who came to Hogwarts began to change their clothes.

Little Batty also stood up to pack his luggage, but at this moment, a polite knock came from the window.

Boom boom boom!

Hoffa's owl turned his head 180 degrees and saw a vague figure standing outside the door, so he shut up and did not speak. He picked up the black bone with his mouth and stuffed it under the wings, then went back into the cage and installed it. A normal owl.

Little Batty took a sip of the compound decoction and got up and opened the compartment door. Outside the door turned out to be Cedric Diggory again.

"Excuse me, can I come in?" The handsome Cedric asked with a smile.

"What are you doing again?"

Little Batty's face twitched.

"That's it, let's find someone on the train."

The smile on Cedric's face remained unchanged, looking a little dull.

"Who are you looking for?"

Little Batty asked.

Cedric did not answer.

Hoffa noticed something wrong, and he pulled his head from his wings.

I saw Cedric Diggory walking sideways into the carriage like a wooden man. He bent down mechanically, checked under the small table, and then turned his feet upside down and turned over the luggage rack. He even mentioned the owl cage and took a look.

"Who do you want to find with me?"

Little Batty asked.

"A young man with gray hair and golden eyes, have you seen him?" Cedric Diggory maintained a constant smile, his tone calm.

Hoffa in the cage was struck by lightning.

At this moment, he keenly noticed that a huge and cold mental force field was quietly spreading in the train carriage, which was not even comparable to him at night.

He immediately flinched, and he stuck his head under his wings, motionless.

Little Batty was also dumbfounded. He stood there blankly, looking at the smiling young man in front of him, with a **** expression: "What...what, eyes?"

"Golden eyes, what is your expression? Have you seen this person?" Cedric asked with a constant smile.

"I do not know what you're talking about?"

Little Batty paused the cane on the ground majesticly, and pointed to his gray hair, "Golden eyes, what kind of strange person is that? What is a dark wizard? Look at me, I have blue eyes, and I am not young anymore!"

It was quiet for a few seconds.

"No, it's nothing." Cedric said. He took a look in the car for the last time, then walked out of the car at a steady and steady pace, and then went to the next car to ask.

After he left, Hoffa slowly pulled his head out of his wings. Owl has no sweat glands, otherwise he would have been sweating profusely.

Grey hair, golden eyes, young man?

Who has this impression of himself?

He can only think of Dumbledore.

Apart from Dumbledore, who has that kind of mental power?

Does Dumbledore anticipate that he will come to Hogwarts this year? Why did he look for himself? If he was looking for himself, why didn't he come personally. The Cedric just now looked like he was under the Imperius Curse. Would Dumbledore cast the Imperius Curse on his students?

Hoffa couldn't figure it out.

Did Dumbledore know of his collaboration with Voldemort?

Or did the butterfly effect of his own existence cause the changes in Dumbledore? Become someone you don't know in a long time?

For a moment, the unknown mist flooded Hoffa's heart, making him unable to move.

The carriage gradually became empty.

"B... Mr. Bach?" After a long time, Little Batty asked in a very low voice, just now Cedric Diggory's weird appearance made him very uneasy.

"Get out of the car first," the owl in the cage said coldly.

"Golden eyes? Then...that kid, was it looking for you just now?"

"No." Hoffa said coldly, "I am a bald head."

"Yes... but I think if... if you have gray hair, you will be more handsome." Little Batty habitually slapped up flattery, sweating on his head, "You wouldn't be. .. You won’t be, take the initiative to shave your hair."

"Oh shut up you!"

Hoffa said sharply, in a bad mood at all.

Cedric Diggory's search for himself tensed his nerves, who had been careless.

He thought he knew the plot direction of the original, so he could send Harry to Voldemort in troubled waters.

But now he has discovered the limitations of the original book. Everything in the original book has been experienced from Harry's perspective. He knew nothing except what Harry had experienced.

It was like a huge iceberg floating in the sea, maybe Harry was standing on the iceberg, but he was standing under the iceberg now.

The bright corner of the iceberg was dazzling, but the huge chaos and unknown under the iceberg made him breathless.

At first he didn't want to participate in the plot at all.

But now, he is afraid of twists and turns in his fate, because the known plot is his only advantage.

What if Voldemort was not resurrected?

What if Grindelwald killed everyone in silence?

These results gave him a headache even just thinking about it.