Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Hoffa lifts the head, the wound on his face slowly healed.

"Don't be so capricious, let other heads handle it."

Osivia's gaze was retracted from Hoffa's palm.

"I have to say that you are the first student I have taught, and you may be the best student I have taught in my life."

"Thank you for the compliment, Romano Professor Hu, can we make peace now...?"

Osivia shook the head: "I can give you an A+ for your final grades, but you don’t want to cover this school. Anyone in here."

"I don't want to cover up, I just want other heads to come over."

"Do you think I don't know what those heads will do?"

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Osivia sneered sharply and said:

"They will force this down as if it never happened. They will use Obliviate for you like muggle. , They will maintain the taint of this school just like maintaining the privacy of the entire Wizard Society.

It is precisely because there are some people who value stability above all else, they will allow all kinds of chaos and injustice to be born. ."

She raised her voice.

"You tolerate it, everyday all is tolerating and giving in. Watching all kinds of terrifying things happen around you but you are indifferent, but what you think in your heart is how to stabilize the group!"

She He spoke calmly, but his body was trembling, the killing intent in the air was getting stronger and stronger, and the other party was trying to suppress his anger.

"You think I will not change, when did you make a change? From the very beginning, you get along with me with Ravenclaw-style arrogance. Until now, you still stand arrogantly In front of me, accuse me of everything!"

Hoffa's words are irrefutable.

He even wanted to retreat, but after looking at him, his thighs were heavy.

"Only this time, it won't work."

Hoffa said hard, and he clenched the necklace tightly.

"You can't kill people casually."

Osivia threw away his wand, and said straightforwardly: "You are indeed good at transfiguration, but you don't understand The human body is deformed.

The true deformation expert does not need to rely on foreign objects."

She abandoned the shield curse, and there were scale lines around her eyes, which was very strange. Her right arm was filled with light green metallic luster bit by bit, and the metallic luster quickly wrapped her arm. She raised her arm and her nails were as sharp as a knife.

Hoffa took a step back in extreme consternation.

Osivia actually deformed his arm into metal, but it still maintains nerve activity, which is simply unimaginable transfiguration.

"Come on, Bach."

After she finished speaking, she swung her tail, and she disappeared in place.

So fast!

Hoffa glanced around, but couldn't catch her speed. He quickly backed away, and a block of slabs stood in front of him.

Boom, boom, boom, and slabs shattered. When Osivia rushed out, almost her whole body was glowing with metallic luster.

Hoffa doesn't know the cost of this transformation, but there is no doubt that the cost will not be small. It seems that Osivia has already taken out the trump card ability.

She raised her arm without fancy, and Hoffa blocked it with a sword.

The two passed by sideways.

bang!!

The floor tiles under Hoffa's feet shattered directly into seven pieces, and he knelt to the ground. My throat is sweet.

He looked at his palm, and with this simple movement, his mouth was numb and bleeding.

He can feel wand's wailing, and it was very painful for him just now. The power of Osivia's state is too great.

"Hold it, man."

Hoffa said softly, shaking his back.

However, misfortunes never come alone, the crack on the back of the hand did not heal.

He is slowly getting short, his activation state is gradually disappearing, and his spirit is about to be unable to maintain the consumption of the activation state.

In front of Osivia slowly turned around, half of her body deformed into metal.

Damn it!

Hoffa looked at Dippet, who was bound by countless Auror in the stone prison.

Can't drag anymore.

The battle must be ended quickly.

He took a deep breath, stood up, forcibly cheered up, and stopped the decline of the activation state.

The eyes firmly locked Osivia's eyes, which is the only weakness in her body now.

The broad sword in his hand gradually became thinner, gradually turning into a glove and wrapping it around Hoffa's arm, forming a silvery white slender punch.

Osivia doesn't even look at Hoffa's arms. She gloomily said: "If you don't give up, how long can you hold on?"

"I can do this all day." Hoffa look pale said with a smile, "Professor Romanoff."

Osivia swung her tail and smashed through countless gravel.

Hoffa concentrated all the power of his whole body on his arms, his legs bent, standing on the ground like the ancient Swordsman, his eyes firmly locked on the opponent's only weakness.

Her body gradually enlarged in Hoffa's pupils.

It's near.

She raised her arm, all the snake hair on her head opened her mouth.

It's closer.

He turned sideways, handed out his arm, and the sharp silver sword tip quickly enlarged in Osivia's eyes.

But to Hoffa’s expectation, Osivia did not evade. She did not care about the punch that could penetrate her head. She was so brutal that she opened the sharp claw and grabbed it against Hoffa’s shoulder. A life-threatening style of play.

The distance between her green pupils and the sharp blade is less than one centimeter.

It seems that the next second is a scene of bursting eyes and bursting brains.

Crazy man!

Hoffa gnashing teeth.

In a flash, the direction of the fist was shifted, rubbing the opponent's neck and drifting past, leaving a deep white mark.

Then, severe pain came from the shoulder.

Osivia's steel-sharp nails pierced Hoffa's shoulder directly, and she pressed Hoffa against the wall with a bang. The whole room shook.

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The blood dripped down to the ground along Osivia's arm. Hoffa was half suspended in the air, and his entire left arm was completely paralyzed. His right arm clasped Osivia's arm firmly and withdrew from the activated state.

The two faced each other, Hoffa coughed violently, and dots of blood splashed on each other’s face. He hoarsely said with a sneer: "Are you satisfied?"

Osivi The red in Ya's eyes gradually faded, and gradually, her expression changed a little bit from cold and pleasant to amazement.

She retreated from Banshee's form.

Slowly became thinner and shorter, until she became an ordinary young girl with dishevelled hair. Then, a gap was opened in her white neck, and blood flowed out from it.

Pattern.

She drew a dripping bloody hand from Hoffa's shoulder. Covered his bleeding neck.

The two each took a step back, both sides suffer.

Hoffa slumped against the wall holding her left shoulder, looked at Osivia sideways, and said, "Is this what you want?"

Osivia looked at With his own bloody hands, look at the blood dyed culture medium under Hoffa again.

"Why don't you avoid it?" She was expressionless, and pushed away an Auror who came over to help her.

Hoffa picked up wand from the ground with one hand: "Sorry, I can't let you ruin the school. Even if the headmaster is guilty, I hope that a professional will rule it."

For a few seconds.

Osivia’s eyes are empty:

"I respect your choice, and I won’t care about Hogwarts anymore. I will hand it over to Wizengamot. That's it."

Hoffa looked at each other and knew that some Innate character flaws might be difficult to change with acquired experience. Their team has almost never been stable. Whether it is summer vacation or now.

"End here." Hoffa nodded.

She took a step forward and extended the hand arm, as if she wanted to shake Hoffa.

But this action was misunderstood.

"Stop it!!"

Suddenly a roar came from the periphery of the crowd.

Immediately, a metal arm appeared out of thin air, hitting Osivia's chest heavily, directly smashing her into the wall more than 20 meters away.

Auror stepped forward one after another, and then an invisible Formation appeared on the ground. It was like glass that was invisible on both sides, allowing them to make a sound, and it couldn't help Osivia.

Outside the darkroom, a tall man both shocked and angry walked in. He held up a wand angrily shouted, "What's the situation!?"

It was Dumbledore.

Hoffa turned her head and sighed.

It's finally here.

I saw that the head of the fourth courtyard was standing in front of the dark room at the moment, followed by a large number of school teachers.

Immediately, a hair grey-white old man stood up in the Auror crowd. He said with a stern attitude: "This is the scene of the crime. No one can enter."

Dumbledore directly Pushing the person in front of him, ignoring him.

Slughorn stepped forward quickly, wand pointed at the old man with grey-white hair with a solemn expression.

"Don't move, Moros."

Dumbledore walked over quickly, put his arm around Hoffa with one hand, and pressed his finger against his wound, stopping the surge of blood.

Hoffa had never seen Dumbledore so angry. Almost every auburn beard was shaking, and the huge Great Demon in the air crushed the walls and the ground.

He turned his head and looked towards the young girl in the gravel, gloomily said:

"Miss Romanov, this is your assistant, I think you need to give me an explanation !"

Osivia slowly got up from the rubble, facing the angry Dumbledore, she had no fear, only complete emptiness and disappointment in her eyes.

She looked at Hoffa for a few seconds, then turned her head towards Dipet, who was fainted in the stone prison.

"Let your boss explain it to you."

After speaking, she took off the silver medal symbolizing her teacher, threw it on the ground, turned around and hobbled away.

Dumbledore wanted to stop, the old Auror with the hair grey-white stopped Dumbledore's movements.

"Ministry of Magic will take care of this, Albus."

After that, the Formation that restricts Auror is broken, and they follow Osivia.

At this time, the school's teachers, teaching assistants, and Prefect all rushed to the scene. They watched this scene happen in disbelief.

Dumbledore's face was pale, but he did not choose to catch up with the other party's theory. He first ordered the three teachers to keep them up with Auror's team.

After that, he helped Hoffa up and handed it to Slughorn.

"Take him to treatment." Dumbledore ordered.

Slughorn immediately caught Hoffa and said: "What a great child, come with me."

But Hoffa pushed away the fat Potions teacher.

At this moment, the repercussions in the activated state surged up like a tsunami, and the endless blank space was washing Hoffa's spirit, but one thing supported him and made him stand up forcibly in this state.

"Wait a minute, Professor Dumbledore."

Hoffa said.

Dumbledore is checking his surroundings. He turned his head and said in a condensed voice: "What's the matter, hurry up and heal with Horace!"

But Hoffa took Ravenclaw's commemorative coin Passed it to Dumbledore, pointed to the black coffin in the corner, and said:

"Open it and destroy it."

The eyes of the head of the fourth courtyard all turned to this dark room. The black coffin in the corner.

Looking at the coin in Hoffa's hand, and then at the black coffin in the corner, Dumbledore is somewhat absent-minded, and he muttered: "I'm not sure if I should do this."

"This is the source, don't you understand, professor? It was Grindelwald who gave it to..."

Hoffa's head is getting dizzy, and Hoffa covers his temples, breathing heavily and urging:" Hurry up and finish my work."

Dumbledore glanced at the other heads around him. He took a deep breath, took the coin, and raised Hoffa.

The two came to the black coffin and Dumbledore pressed the coin in the middle of the three rings.

Ka-cha seems to have triggered a certain mechanism. At this moment, the three rings turned at the same time. Crowns, bracelets, coins.

The head of the sheep slowly separated, revealing a handle inside.

Dumbledore grabbed the handle and lifted the entire coffin open, at this moment. He directly lifted the wand and pointed it at the coffin.

Other heads around him also took out wands one after another, and then all the wands of the heads slowly let go.

Endless knowledge?

Or somebody's bones?

No.

Nothing.

There are no piles of books, no rotting corpses, and no terrifying things happen.

Except for some accumulated dust falling from the top of the coffin, there is nothing else.

It's empty.

As if silently mocking everyone present.

Hoffa, who witnessed all this, had long expected it. He pursed his mouth and let out a sigh. The side effects of the activation state and the haze of failure completely overdrawn his spirit.

A full blow hit the air, and the two months of hard work all came to naught.

He muttered to himself: "What am I doing?"