Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

All night after returning from the transfiguration teacher, Hoffa did not sleep much.

The warm harbor has been destroyed, as if someone overturned the table and tore the scabs of gauze, so that he could see the danger lurks on every side of this magic world.

Countless suppressed doubts burst into his mind, making him totally unable to relax his mind.

What is the forbidden technique library, who is the half-man king, and what does he want to do?

Hoffa doesn't know. He feels that he has experienced a lot of things, but these things seem to be strung together in secret. Guiding him in an unknown direction.

At breakfast the next day, when all the students in the auditorium were discussing spiritedly, he did not talk to anyone.

Thanks to the shooting of Tom Riddle, Hoffa became a transfiguration assistant, which did not arouse anyone's attention.

Only two of his friends are very worried about this.

Astronomy class in the afternoon.

When the three were facing a telescope, Miranda asked in a low voice: "Hoffa, do you really want to help the daughter of the Soviet Ministry of Magic to find the forbidden technique library?"

Hoffa aimed at the fire star with a telescope, indifferently said: "I am not helping her, I am helping myself."

Aglaia handed the parchment to Hoffa and said, "I have I have a hunch, Hoffa, things about that library are definitely not that simple. I always feel that the person who hurt Tom Riddle is not afraid of you looking for him."

Hoffa is using Quill to draw on the parchment. I read two star maps and said: "Aren't you still curious about the library before?"

"Curiosity is curiosity."

Agalea looked at it. Look around, push the astronomical telescope aside, and whisper: "Hoffa, I studied the history of Hogwarts and found a very strange thing."

"What's the matter?"

"Do you know the first-generation headmaster of Hogwarts?"

Hoffa was taken aback, the Quill in his hand stopped on the parchment, and a pool of ink appeared.

"The first generation of headmaster?"

Hoffa was stunned for a long time but didn't remember who it was.

So he turned his head and asked Miranda: "Do you know the first-generation headmaster?"

Miranda thought for a long time and shook his head.

“It’s strange, I’ve never heard of this person.”

Aglea leaned his head: “The forbidden technique library is what he advocated, and he has also He is one of the custodians of the key. But after studying so long history, I found that his identity, his name, everything about him, all disappeared, and no record was left..."

"Don't speak!"

From a distance, there is shouting loudly.

Hoffa turned his head to see that Europa, the teacher of astronomy class, sat under an astronomical telescope at the top of the classroom, frowned and said, "Use your eyes and hearts to observe Celestial Phenomenon, not your mouth!"

Europa teacher is a very quiet female teacher. She is in her fifties and looks like a crumpled old tree lazy, always lying on the telescope.

She only has observations and records in her class, and students are not allowed to communicate verbally.

The three of Hoffa shut up.

For a while, after the astronomy teacher Europa stopped paying attention, Aglaia said in a polar voice:

"Hoffa, all headmasters have historical data available. All, except the first For one term, this is too wrong. Then there must be something wrong with the library."

Astronomy teacher Europa moved his eyes away from the telescope in annoyance, stepped on the ladder and walked slowly down, she Swinging to the three people, akimbo, staring at their astrological records.

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No matter what Aglea said, Hoffa has made a decision.

Evening, he came to the gate of Hogwarts Library as scheduled after finishing a day of class.

Here, Osivia is sitting on the bench at the entrance of the library. She wears a fairly classical hair bun, her hands are flat on her knees, and her eyes are straight ahead, as if a robot is on standby.

Hoffa walked to her, she stood up, and walked ahead without saying a word. The two went to the Restricted Section of the library one after the other.

As soon as I entered the Restricted Section of the library, the hunchback administrator of the library jumped out. He probably didn't recognize Osivia, thinking that she was also a student who entered the Restricted Section privately.

Osivia just strode forward, barely looking at him.

"Hey, stop, what are you doing?" The humpback manager roared.

"Find something, please don't let other people enter this area." Osivia said sideways.

The humpback manager jumped back like a frightened cat, and he recognized that this was Hogwarts' new transformed teacher.

"Okay...Okay. Professor." He said.

After the hunched administrator left, Hoffa faintly taunted:

"Don't tell me this is the legendary forbidden technique library."

"Of course not." Osivia said, "This library was established in 1009, and it now contains less than one-tenth of what it was a thousand years ago.

Before that, there were Another library. That is where the ancient Hogwarts students read and our destination."

Speaking, the two came to the bottom of the restricted section of the library.

There are no people, no books, only a few gray brick walls, a few broomsticks, and a storage room.

However, in the perception of the Hoffa spirit strength field, he could perceive an obscure magic wave around him that he didn't understand at all.

Hoffa looked at Osivia, not knowing what medicine she sold in her bottle gourd.

Osivia walked to the corner, took out wand and knocked in the corner. Muttered a few words in her mouth, and then she stretched out her hand and pulled it out. Accompanied by the friction of rusty metal, a dusty mirror was pulled out of thin air.

She dragged the mirror and walked slowly to Hoffa. There were countless cobwebs on the mirror, which looked like pizza cheese.

After that, she walked to the other corner of the wall and did the same.

Two consecutive mirrors were pulled out of the void and merged into one piece.

But the mirror was so dirty that Hoffa couldn't even see his body.

Osivia waved wand.

"It's as clean as new."

The dust on the mirror flew away and fell. The cobweb rolls and disappears like icy crumbs on fire.

The mirror surface becomes shiny and clean.

Hoffa saw herself in the bright mirror, saw Osivia, and saw the bookshelf of Restricted Section behind him, as well as the Hogwarts students leaning against the bookshelf to read in the distance.

"What are you doing?" Hoffa asked: "Did you bring me to the library to look in the mirror?"

"What you see is the real world."

Osivia said without beginning and ending.

"Then, she grabbed Hoffa's shoulder and turned him around."

The moment Hoffa turned around, Hoffa was stunned.

The places where I just came, all disappeared.

Students without books, no tidy bench, and no rows of bookshelves.

He is standing in a huge dusty hall at the moment. The white-gray cobwebs in the hall are close and numerous. The broken walls are ruined, and the arched ceiling is carved with the symbolic animals of the four houses. Snake, eagle, lion, badger.

There are several dilapidated glass windows at the top of the hall, and the autumn sunset can be vaguely seen inside. It shines through the old shutters, forming bunches of Tyndall spots in the air.

"The world in the mirror."

Osivia said: "The special magic of ancient wizards."

Hoffa was shocked for a while, and he looked back again. .

He can still see the mirror behind him, the students in the mirror, the bookshelf in the mirror, and the restricted section of the library in the mirror.

But at this moment, only himself and Osivia are missing from the mirror. Unconsciously, they have disappeared in the original library.

Osivia waved wand.

The mirror in front of him separated and went to the two sides respectively. The real world in the mirror also slowly disappeared.

"1000 years ago, this was the most prosperous forbidden technique library in Europe, and it was the magic Holy Land that countless wizards flocked to.

But then, there have been countless wars and deaths. Later, the founders of the three major magic schools in Durmstrang, in the coldest Siberian plains, burned most of the dangerous ancient forbidden technique to the torch, and the few remaining were also sealed up."

Osivian The voice echoed in this empty ancient hall.

"So, as you can see, this place is now abandoned."

Hoffa couldn't close his mouth. He walked slowly in it, leaving a foot in the dust. Another footprint.

Yes, this place is completely empty, except for the spider webs everywhere, there are still a few remaining desks and bookshelves, nothing.

Stop talking about the book, there is no paper.

Only a few huge metal light stands that fell on the ground can vaguely look back at the glorious past here.

"Nothing, why are you here?" Hoffa asked.

Osivia said: "This is the closest place I can find the library. If I can, I would like to see if there are any clues."

With Osivia With his fingers, Hoffa could see a broken human-shaped statue surrounded by several collapsed bookshelves in the farthest part of the hall. The statue was huge, more than ten meters high, but only half of it was left at the moment.

It stands on a stone platform with two legs. As if cut in half by a sharp cutter, the other half is missing.

This...

Hoffa frowned.

For some reason, he always feels that this scene looks a little distorted.

For example, the broken statue in the distance, it looks very close, probably only fifty meters away from him, but Hoffa feels it is far away from him, not only very far, the whole picture is still inexplicable Fluctuating.

It seems that I am separated from it by a transparent water curtain.

He tried to reach out and pull away the water curtain blocking his vision. Osivia took the lead and pressed Hoffa's shoulder.

"I'm coming." She said.

Osivia drew out wand and clicked in the dim space in front of him.

At this moment, she seemed to be on the surface of a calm water, and an ancient magic force violently oscillated.

The surrounding scenes began to change, with Osivia wand as the center, producing violent ripples.

The dust faded, the spider web disappeared, the tables and chairs returned to normal, and the broken and corroded light stand on the ground flew back to the high altitude and became shiny.

Among the pages of the book, a vague silhouette began to appear. It seems that time is going backwards fast. In the end, even the broken sunset shot from the window was restored to a shining dawn.

It only took a dozen seconds.

This dusty and dusty vaulted hall has become an imposing manner magnificent library hall, filled with books.

Some wizards in ancient linen robes walked around the room. At the foot of the huge statue in the center, two wizards with bare arms seemed to be arguing fiercely.

Hoffa has no idea that this is the first few times he has been surprised today. What he sees now is far beyond his understanding.

"This...what is this?"

"The ancient Illusion Technique magic, those are all stripped memory fragments, which are the protection spells of the ancient wizard."

Osivia said:

"More than a thousand years ago, wars between the wizards continued. In that era, every Secret Realm could not traverse at will. Intrude in privately. Will be hurt and expelled by defensive magic.

However, these are not real, and the truth is still the brokenness you just saw. These are just the defensive magic left in the lobby."

"My God..."

Hoffa was shocked for a while, then slowly turned her head: "Then, shall we go over?"