Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In the office, Hoffa is going around. Barty doesn’t know the exact time to wake up, but he may have three days to teach Harry Potter the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. If he can’t do it, it’s in Dundee. Under many eyelids, revealing the stuffing is almost a no-brainer.

What should I do?

Seeing him turning around, Xing could not help asking: "What's wrong with you?"

Hoffa looked at Shining, "Can you know black magic?"

Shining eyes wide open, as if there are one on top of his head?

"Three Unforgivable Curses, would you not?"

Shining looked at him with some horror, shook her head, and hugged Batty back.

So Hoffa looked behind him again. Old Moody was looking at him with anger. God knows how long this guy has remained angry.

So Hoffa carefully closed the door and used the Transformation Charm to create three soundless walls, which were firmly blocked at the door. Afterwards, he came to Old Moody's body and released the shackles on his mouth.

Old Moody was also a bachelor. Seeing this posture, he didn't scream, but looked at him with a sneer and said, "Is it a panic? Something happened?"

Hoffa: "Fortunately, a little thing."

Old Moody tilted his head with a smile on his hideous face: "Speak out, maybe I can help?"

Hoffa saw the light in his eyes, it was obviously a sarcasm, but he still asked: "Will you have the Three Unforgivable Curses?"

"Yes." Old Moody laughed hahaha: "Did you teach the Three Unforgivable Curses by that bane of Dumbledore? Hey, he was a bit tough."

As he said, he lowered his head and the smile on his face disappeared: "You don't even know the Three Unforgivable Curses, Master Transfiguration?"

Hoffa shook his head, "I won't."

Old Moody blinked with one eye, "Then you let me go, I'll teach you the three unforgivable spells. Those are the three spells only taught during the Ministry of Magic's secret Auror training, and you can't find them anywhere else. "

He sighed as he said, "You don’t have the three unforgivable curses, which means you are not an incurable bad person. If you let me go, I will not compare what you have done in the past few days, or even I recommend you to the Ministry, let you leave Voldemort's control, and give you..."

"You have retired. Cornelius Fudge doesn't wait to see you at all. You can't give me anything. All you can give me are three unforgivable curses." Hoffa said calmly.

"you...?"

Old Moody opened his mouth in astonishment, and then a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "Then you let me go, I can't teach you if you tie me."

Hoffa: "Then give you your magic wand?"

Moody sighed and said helplessly, "Boy, are you stupid? Without a magic wand, what can I teach you."

He looked extremely sincere, and the anger in his eyes was replaced by gentleness.

Hoffa squinted his eyes and noticed that Moody's eyes were gentle, hiding a very deep killing intent.

So he turned slowly behind Old Moody, from his tied palm, gently pulled out a fork that he didn't know when it was hidden. It may be that Barty was confused and unconscious, he instructed the minibus. Di gave it to him.

He raised his fork silently: "You smell of lying."

The gentleness in Moody's eyes disappeared, but he looked at Hoffa with a completely cold look: "Bastard thing, so big is so much in mind, you still have to grow up!?"

Snapped.

Hoffa blocked Moody's mouth again and threw the fork aside, feeling uncomfortable.

If you have the Imperius Curse, you should be able to Imperish Moody to teach yourself the three unforgivable curses, but the Imperius itself is the three unforgivable curses, which sounds like an insoluble paradox.

Can't.

He turned around and came to Shining, and instructed Shining, "Take good care of Batty, I don't allow you to talk about it with anyone today, do you understand?"

"I...I understand."

"Also, after you go back, you still have to cry."

Shining: "Huh?"

Hoffa: "Can you cry?"

"But, but I can't cry."

Shining looked at Little Batty, her cheek twitched and a crying face was suppressed, but she was full of joy no matter how she looked.

Hoffa: "If you can't cry or pretend not to look like, your little master will die, and your old master will die too, do you understand?"

Shining's face turned white with a slash.

Hoffa: "I am the protector of your little master. If my identity is revealed, your little master will be stripped of skin and bones and sent to Azkaban, locked in the most terrible prison, in endless loneliness. Crazy to death."

"Xinling, Xing understands!"

The house elf started crying on the spot.

Hoffa, "Shut up, don't howl here when you cry!"

"Woo!"

Shining put her hand in her mouth to stop her crying, but sadly rushed out of her nose.

After making arrangements for Shining, Hoffa checked the time and rushed to the Hogwarts library overnight.

There is not enough time, but he must not sit and wait. He plans to see if he can learn and sell now. After all, he has a strong learning ability at night. If he can find the three Unforgivable Curses and learn them, maybe wait in class. He will not show his stuff.

......

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Two days later.

There were twenty-four hours before Hoffa's first class at Hogwarts.

The melancholy Moody (Hoffa) looked up from the pile of books behind the office.

In the past two days, he obtained a large collection of books from the library under various excuses. He borrowed all kinds of spell books from grade one to grade seven, but he found that he was thinking too much. , There is no three unforgivable curse at all.

Sure enough, as Moody said, maybe there is nowhere to learn the three unforgivable curses except for the Auror's secret training organization. In fact, Hoffa knew that the deeper the spell, the more word-of-mouth, and it was rarely recorded in books, but he still had some illusions about the Hogwarts library.

Damn it, the Office of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Hoffa rubbed his hair, touched the spell book on the table, thinking about how to crack it.

It was less than twenty-four hours. He didn't even see the shadow of the three Unforgivable Curses. It seemed inevitable to be exposed in front of Dumbledore, but he still didn't want to conflict with the world's top wizard.

Do you want to run ahead?

He couldn't help thinking like this.

But when he thought of the blue eyes that Fatil was looking at him, he immediately pinched the retreat in the cradle.

Can't go, he must complete Voldemort's task and get the resurrection technique.

A row of gilded small letters on the cover of the spell book was uneven, and I touched the row of small gilded letters unconsciously. Suddenly, a strong sense of sight rushed into Hoffa’s heart. It seemed to be some kind of guidance. It was inevitable by accident. It seems to hear a familiar and unknown song, as if a movie fragment is replayed.

Hoffa closed the spell in his hand, and on the side of the cover of the spell book, a row of familiar names imprinted in his eyes.

"Standard Spell Level Five-by Miranda Gosak"

The typography was small, but very graceful, and he was very familiar with it.

After seeing the name, Hoffa was stunned for about five seconds, and then he almost threw the spell book up, exclaiming: "Fak!?"

He stood up on the spot and looked through it carefully. Only then did he discover that the spell books he borrowed from the library these days, as long as they were after 1950, were almost all written by Miranda.

This discovery made him slumped on the chair, covering his face dumbfoundingly.

Thinking about it carefully, this is also in line with her identity. The spell genius of the family of spells taught himself the phantom spell in the first grade, and now he has grown up to write a spell textbook, which is indeed not too much.

After the horror. Then came a strong sense of guilt and anxiety. He pushed Miranda away at first, thinking that he could go back to find her, but he never thought that he would leave for more than fifty years.

Hoffa stared at the name pale.

For more than fifty years, Merlin Beard, can she still remember herself?

Thinking of the memories five years ago, Hoffa felt a little vague, let alone fifty years...

Maybe she even has a grandson, has her own family, and has her own life. Maybe she is living in a country house at the moment, so she can disturb her by herself. Is it really good?

The weird thoughts in Hoffa's mind were endless for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more disturbed he became.

But looking around, who can he turn to for help?

Who will keep a secret for himself?

Who can understand his determination to save Aglaia?

Maybe no one, maybe only this former friend.

"Shame..." Hoffa put down the spell book and muttered to himself, "It's a shame to think of you only when you need help, Hoffabach."

He reached out and grabbed his arm, twisting himself hard. In the end, he inserted the book into the shelf and decided to contact his only friend.

Miranda didn't know where she was at the moment, and now there were only twenty-four hours left. It seemed that it was too late to contact her with an owl, but it was a magical world, and he had other ways.

First, he came to the school’s club activity area when Hogwarts was over at noon.

After passing through a huge portrait of the Societies Registry on the second floor, Hoffa came to a hall with many arched cloisters around the hall, and the elaborately carved cloister patterns became a string of magic symbols from time to time. , Flickering on the wall. In the middle of the hall are statues of a group of young wizards holding magic wands. They look the same as they were fifty years ago, full of spirits.

However, when he came to the Violet Society where Miranda had taught his own phantom spell fifty years ago, he found that it was already empty. The portrait of the doorman wearing a mask was empty with a bouquet of violets in his arms.

But Hoffa did not give up, and the club activity classroom was not found. He walked along the Ravenclaw tower in the direction of the observatory, and stopped in front of an office full of astrology at the highest point.

This is the office of Professor Flitwick. Fifty years ago, it belonged to Adbe Gosak.

Unexpectedly, Flitwick hadn't changed the entrance guard portrait on the door of his office, which was still exactly the same as when Adebe was there.

There are two people in the portrait, a man and a woman.

The man has gray hair, a high nose, and a gentle smile on his face. The witch has chestnut hair and a soft appearance. She leaned lazily in the witch's arms.

Hoffa left the sneak and stood in front of the portrait of Miranda's parents.

This time, he did not take the compound decoction, but kept his original appearance.

In the portrait, Miranda's parents saw him, and the smiles on their faces slowly disappeared. The man became a little confused, and the woman became a little cold.

"I'm looking for Miranda," Hoffa stood under the painting of Miranda's parents, in a very nervous tone, "Excuse me, can you tell her for me?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

The woman in the picture snorted coldly and turned her head away from him. The man in the portrait sighed and nodded.

Then, the man walked out of the portrait alone. The woman was left alone to face Hoffa. The woman glanced at him with cold eyes, "Scum."

After speaking, she left in the opposite direction and appeared in the portraits of other people around.

Hoffa was left standing alone in front of the empty picture frame, at a loss.

However, after a while, Miranda's father Nimon Gorschak came back, and he said gently: "Midnight, in the Ravenclaw common room, someone is looking for you."

These words caused Hoffa's heart to fall back into his stomach, and he was so touched that he was almost crying. He quickly raised his hands, bent his waist together, and bowed to Miranda's father.

The man in the portrait looked at him with complicated eyes, with sympathy, helplessness, and regret in his eyes. In the end, he shook his head and said, "Let's go."

Hoffa, who was notified by Miranda's father, was like taking a reassurance. He had been dreaming about excitement and restlessness for the rest of the time before midnight.

Will you see Miranda? How will she come over? Floo Net? What will she look like now? Are you married? Do you have any children? If her head is also bald, what will she do?

After thinking about it for a long time, Hoffa found that he saw her again, he would definitely be tempted to hug Miranda, kiss her fiercely, say sorry to her, and ask how she has been in the past fifty years.

He thought out all the words, thought out all the possible things. I figured out how Miranda would recover and apologize if he ignored him. He even thought about how he would introduce himself if she couldn't remember herself with dementia.

In this way, the whole day passed by, and when it was twelve o'clock in the night, he arrived at the Ravenclaw's common room on time.

Seeing it coming, Eagle Ring slowly spread its wings.

"You go fast on the journey, but I am faster than you. You can go farther, no matter how fast you go, how far you go, I will be farther than you."

The familiar Ravenclaw riddle.

Hoffa lowered his head for a moment, then raised his head: "Light."

"Welcome back."

Eagle Ring folded its wings and said coldly.

Hoffa couldn't help but glance at Eagle Ring. This was the first time he heard Eagle Ring say words other than riddles.

But the Eagle Ring remained indifferent. After getting the answer, it turned back into a sculpture holding its wings, motionless.

The doorway behind the eagle ring spun open, revealing a blue corridor that curves inward.

Hoffa took a deep breath and walked in.

The Ravenclaw lounge at midnight is very quiet, as before.

In front of the fireplace, the dim flame embers slowly burned. The curtains are flying in the autumn breeze, and the familiar bust of Ravenclaw is on the fireplace looking proudly at the Scottish mountains outside the window. Under her marble statue, there is a row of squiggly Latin: [Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind. 】

"Miranda?"

"Miranda."

"Miranda..."

Hoffa tentatively called a few times in the common room, but no one responded, only a quiet echo and a crackling sound from the embers of the fireplace.

"Miranda? Are you there?"

Hoffa cautiously turned around in the common room, and whispered Miranda's name nervously in his mouth.

But after looking around, he found nothing.

The common room at midnight was empty.

In the end, Hoffa returned to the statue of Ravenclaw and looked at her confusedly: "Good evening, Ronai." Hoffa muttered, "It's definitely not you waiting for me."

"It's really not her."

A light chuckle came from behind, very young.

The hairs on the back of Hoffa's neck exploded, and he didn't feel anyone standing behind him at all.

Huh.

He turned his head abruptly.

The dim moonlight shone from the windows, shining on the blue marble floor.

Hoffa's eyes widened in amazement, looking at the guy who appeared suddenly like a female ghost in front of her. She was wearing a translucent pajama, a pair of slippers on her feet, and her shiny thighs were shining in the moonlight.

Not Miranda.

It turned out to be Qiu Zhang, Cedric Diggory's girlfriend.