Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

65, reconstruction

"Daily Prophet"

Shocking news, on January 28, a super explosion broke out in Hogwarts in northern Scotland. A Level 8 earthquake was triggered and half of the schools were destroyed. The specific reason is unknown. The Ministry of Magic Disaster Prevention Department dispatched all members to investigate the incident.

"Daily Prophet"

On January 29th, Ministry of Magic Leonard Spencer Muen postponed the implementation of "Education Decree No. 14" that night and announced Wizengamot's highest hearing was held on February 7. Retrial of the case of Armando Dupete's human trial.

"Daily Prophet"

On February 3rd, Hogwarts' evacuation plan was launched again. Seventy percent of the students rejected the evacuation plan. The Ministry of Magic Disaster Defense Department evacuated the number of students There are two hundred and thirteen students, and the remaining 900 students still choose to stay in school.

"Daily Prophet"

On February 7th, Albus Dumbledore attended Wizengamot and presented evidence that the half-man king was not the former headmaster of Hogwarts, Amando Dippet. Of course, the Hogwarts school did not disclose the true identity of the instigator, the half-man king, and more information is still under further investigation.

"Daily Prophet"

On February 15, the Director of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Department and Hogwarts transfiguration teacher of the Soviet Union, Osivia Romanov appeared in court as Dippet The headmaster testified that the half-man king had someone else. The true identity of the half-man king, the Soviet Ministry of Magic authorities did not give any explanation.

"Daily Prophet"

On February 27, after a twenty-day trial, Wizengamot and the twenty-eight pure-blood family jury voted. In the end, Armando Dipeter got 15:13 votes and was finally acquitted. But canceled its Wizengamot presiding judge and Imperial Family honorary magic division seats.

Amando Dippet will return to Hogwarts at the end of March. Ministry of Magic resumes the wanted for the permanent death of the half-man king, and the true identity of the half-man king is still under investigation.

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The gentle sound of newspaper reading rang in Hoffa’s ears. It is now March, The bright spring light shone into the corridor along the top of the dilapidated auditorium. in the sky is a blue, outside the corridor are to-and-fro students, carrying ladders, walking around.

In the hallway, a gray-haired boy carried a walking stick and moved slowly like a disabled person. His pale-gold eyes, wearing a blue and white striped medical gown, and ten finger nails as thin as cicada wing, are so transparent that you can see the bright red tender flesh underneath.

Hoffa is carrying out the physical recovery task set by the school doctor for him, walking three kilometers every day.

Beside him is a chestnut-haired girl with a short ponytail and round glasses. She held Hoffa with a stick in one hand, and a newspaper in the other, and read to him one after another.

Hoffa listened quietly while walking. Occasionally someone would come over to say hello to him, and he would smile back.

But in order to talk less, he still tries to take a position with fewer people, because there are too many people greeted him.

He can't say much yet.

At this moment, more than a month has passed since the thrilling life and death battle between himself and Silby. Hoffa's face was still pale, but it was much better than before.

Heaven knows how much pain he has experienced this month. When he woke up from unconscious in the first few days, the bones all over his body were like chalk. Muscle strains when he moves, even talking can crush and fracture his jaw. This is probably the closest he has ever been to Ghost Sect in his life.

Because of that extreme bloody bloom, his black hair that had been ears turned into short gray hair.

At first, Hoffa thought it would be fine after the old hair fell. But didn't expect, the new ones are still gray.

This makes him a little uncomfortable, because this gray hair always reminds him of Silby. But after watching it for a few days, he also had to accept this reality.

Fortunately, his appearance has not become aging, which is the only thing to be thankful for.

In the second half of the semester, all classes in the school were suspended, but most of the students still chose to stay in school. As for the reason, Hoffa felt that perhaps most ordinary persons might be the same as herself, and he didn’t want to stand by. Watching the school destroyed.

While passing by a collapsed tower, Hoffa saw a group of students running over a row of rocks with the Levitation charm.

Under the collapsed tower, some upper-grade students waved wand, and some lower-grade students simply carried timber on their shoulders. There are also many scaffolding on the tower.

There are also some teachers holding blueprints downstairs, pointing to the gaps in the building, Bibi draws pictures, and there are many scaffolding on the height of the tower.

people coming, people going, almost everyone is very busy.

All the work and tasks of the school have been transferred to post-disaster reconstruction, and all courses have been stopped. In fact, Hoffa feels that learning things like this is faster.

It's just that he doesn't have the ability to rebuild the school with others, and now his bones are a little harder than glass.

He stood in the distance, used a wooden stick to sweep away a piece of gravel by his feet, saw a few bottles with specimens, and carefully identified them. It was discovered that this is the tower where Slytherin stores the potion.

"Poor Slytherin, the damage is the most serious."

Miranda whispered beside Hoffa.

"How long do you estimate it will take to finish?" Hoffa asked as he walked.

"It's not that good for several years." Miranda said indifferently, holding Hoffa's arm, "But the school has not been closed, it is a blessing."

The two passed through This collapsed building passed the gate of Hogwarts' castle. As the first line of defense when the explosion came, the gate of Hogwarts was the worst damaged.

Here in vast crowd, many people are shouting loudly, waving wand, nearly fifty fifty using Levitation charm, slowly pulling up a new brown wooden door and placing it on the original iron door Location.

"Oak door..."

Hoffa moved in his heart.

Miranda put down the newspaper and stood beside Hoffa:

"You protected the main facilities of the school, but as you can see the gate of the school was blown up. But the iron gate cost It’s a bit tall, especially at this time, so the school can only change the oak door."

Miranda shrugged: "But if I say, it’s not bad. At least the school is still there and the students are still there. "

"If I can find out sooner..." Hoffa muttered.

"The spirit of Hogwarts is not just a few rubble buildings." Miranda said indifferently, pulling Hoffa's arm.

"Keep on walking, you only walked less than three hundred meters today."

"Hmm."

Hoffa moved forward slowly and walked a few times Step, he couldn't help but look back.

Looking at the oak door slowly being hoisted up to the castle door, Hoffa remembered something, this...If I had no memory, the door in the original work was the oak door, I thought I am changing history, but if I think about it this way, I don't seem to have changed anything.

When the two walked to the Black Lake, Hoffa panted a little, so Miranda let him rest on a fragment of the statue by the lake for a while.

After a short break, Hoffa found that even the entire plot of land had been overturned, and he even saw an office on the basement floor.

He seemed to have been to that office. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out to be Osivia's office.

The former gloomy Shen's office is now all exposed to the sun. It has not been repaired, and it is in a mess.

Osivia hasn’t seen Hoffa for a while. The reason is that she went to the Ministry of Magic and has been running around for the Armando Dupete case, working hard with other heads The school resumed normal operations.

Standing at a high place for a while, Hoffa turned to Miranda and said, "Let’s go down and see if there is nothing damaged."

"How could it be possible Also, this is the first place to be affected by the explosion."

Miranda said.

"Let's take a look, in case there is more."

Hoffa handed Miranda his arm, and Miranda helped him slowly down the slope.

After walking into this abandoned office, Hoffa found that it was still completely rotten. The porcelain decorations were all shattered, leaving only a few tattered clothes.

Actually, as Miranda said, nothing has survived.

However, when he reached the depths of the office, Hoffa's walking stick stabbed a few sheets of paper, and he barely bent over to pick it up.

It turned out to be an old newspaper. He shook the rubble and dust from the newspaper.

There are several black and white photos in the newspaper, which record a corpse sticking to the ice. The newspaper recorded the murder of the Soviet Ministry of Magic last year.

This is the old newspaper that Osivia always takes with her.

It was not destroyed.

Hoffa thought for a while, and kept this old newspaper by his side.

"What is that?" Miranda asked casually.

"Nothing, a souvenir. Help me up."

Miranda took Hoffa's arm and walked onto the ground. At this time, he saw a man sitting in a wheelchair across from him. I was pushed to the Black Lake by a few green robe Slytherins to watch the scenery.

Hoffa was instinctively surprised when he saw the wheelchair.

After that, he came back to his senses. It was not Silby, but Tom Riddle.

He was wearing a blue and white striped medical suit similar to his own, and was pushed by several green robe Slytherins in a wheelchair.

This old enemy's final fate this year is similar to his. Hoffa's injuries are mostly physical, while Riddle's injuries are mentally.

The last curse technique caused him too much burden.

The school doctor’s diagnosis of him is that it is likely that he will not be able to walk normally or even study normally for the past year.

Tom Riddle also saw Hoffa, but he glanced at him indifferently before turning his head.

"Would you like to go over and see?"

Miranda asked in a low voice.

Hoffa looked at the wheelchair by the Black Lake with some complicated eyes, then shook his head and whispered: "Next time."

For some reason, he didn't want to face it. Riddle, presumably Riddle didn't want to see him either. Last time their cooperation was also helpless under the crisis. After all, the difference in their characters was too great.

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Hoffa, the goal of the three-kilometer road, completed very slowly, until evening, he Just finished the task set by the school doctor.

After returning to school, Hoffa returned to her ward with the help of Miranda.

The ward is very spacious. On the left is a pile of gifts as high as people, and on the right is a pile of snacks and letters full of sheets. Those were given to him by Hogwarts students. Compared with the embarrassment of being injured last year, Hoffa has become a celebrity in the school this year.

This makes him very uncomfortable. If he can, he still feels comfortable when no one is paying attention.

As soon as he sat down, he gasping for breath.

Miranda, lying in a chair, reads the newspaper while handing him a glass of water.

(In the newspaper, the headmaster of Armando Dipert with a sullen expression said under the flashlights of a row of reporters: "Health is my demand. Are these methods correct? No. But my starting point is To protect the school, I use enemy soldiers who died in battle. I have a clear conscience. I only hope that in the last days of my life, I can protect this school...)

"Thank you. "Hoffa took the water glass.

"Um. "Miranda turned a page of the newspaper.

"Does the newspaper say when Osivia will be back?" "Hoffa puts his still somewhat inflexible legs on the bed.

"No"

Miranda calmly flipped through a page of the newspaper, seeming not to care about him very much.

Hoffa tore a piece of chocolate frog, put it in his mouth, bit off half of the frog, and asked, "She won't be back, will she?" "

"I don't know, why are you so anxious to see her?" "

"I just ask casually. "

"hehe. "

Miranda laughed, it seems to be an indifferent expression.

At this time, there was a sound of ding ding dong dong outside the door. There were also silver bells of laughter and chatting, and Hoffa paused. Feeling bad, he immediately moved his legs into the quilt, put the quilt on his body, looked at Miranda and said in a low voice: "I'm asleep, you know? "

"Hmm. "

Miranda groaned absent-mindedly.

After joking with a few nurses pretendingly.

Aglaia pushed away. The door twitched his lips disdainfully and whispered: "There is no bone spirit, Hogwarts is really a rubbish school. "

Then, the little girl hopped in with a long medicine bottle. Her silver hair was twisted into a bun behind her head, and she was wearing refined potion. The unique white operating suit.

Hoffa squeezed his hands in horror under the bed, closed his eyes, swallowed his saliva and began to pretend to sleep.

Because he is not able to exercise vigorously, the school doctor Rainer said that he has some osteoporosis, and it will take about a month of conditioning to get back to normal.

But Aglaia, who is a little impatient, has to give him a taste of the bone spirit. That’s right. , Is the thing that later generations Harry drank after Lockhart drew the bones in his arm.

Hoffa swears, that is the scariest thing he has ever drunk in his life. There is no one, although the color is transparent and the same as water. But it tasted like horse urine mixed with nitroglycerin and ether. Drink it once and definitely don't want to drink it a second time.

Aglea took the potion and ran to Hoffa's bed and took a look at it.

"Ah, I fell asleep again. "

Miranda turned a page of the newspaper and said weakly: "No, no today, no before, he puts out the trash can for the bone spirits you prepare every day." "

Hoffa in the bed nearly vomited blood. What happened to Miranda today? She sold him in a blink of an eye. He also shook out his previous drug loss.

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Sure enough, the next second, the light in front of him was bright, Aglaia suddenly lifted the quilt, and gloomy stood in front of him with a sneer: "Well, you Horva! How dare to pour my medicine! "

Hoffa shrank on the bed, covering her face in a low, muffled voice: "Please don't let me drink that stuff, I just want to die if I drink it once." "

"No way! must Hah! "

She put her hand under Hoffa's ribs without saying anything, and set him up. Hoffa was weak and couldn't hold back Aglaia. She was afraid that her bones would break, so she could only cooperate with sadness. Sit up.

"Miranda, you bastard! "

"Um. "

Miranda flipped through a page of the newspaper and slumped in a chair without raising her head.

"You two-faced, traitor. "Hoffa said slightly sadly.

"Oh. "

Miranda changed to a more comfortable position and looked up and read the newspaper.

"Twenty-five boys, thankless wretch. "

"Huh. "

A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of Miranda's mouth, and she continued to read the newspaper.

"You..." He couldn't keep scolding.

Because Aglaia is trying to open Hoffa’s mouth with a spoon, trying to force the Bone Spirit to feed it down.

Hoffa, unable to exercise vigorously, had to grit his teeth and shook his head into a rattle, as if he had been A delicate young girl with an uncle and a strong kiss.

Aglaia was very angry, so she put down the long bottle with the bone label again, and began to pinch Hoffa’s chin with her hands.

After prying for a long time, Aglea squeezed for a long time, and found that this man was very determined not to take medicine, so she turned her head and looked towards Miranda, who was reading the newspaper.

"Can't you come? help? "

"No. "

Miranda nestled in the chair, pushed his glasses, and flipped through the newspaper.

"Hey...! "

"If he doesn't want to drink, don't stuff it, because the bones are on him anyway. "

Miranda looks like her husband after returning home after a busy day of work. He doesn't want to answer any questions from his wife, but only wants to read the newspaper.

"You... .."

As soon as Agleia's fingers pressed hard, click, and Hoffa's front tooth fell off.

Hoffa was anxious: "What are you doing? I finally grow teeth! ! "

Aglaia trembles with her fingers, quickly retracted the spoon, and said stiffly: "Cooperate early? It's up to you. "

"Will you try that thing with a drink?" "

"Okay, it's the same glass, you don't drink it if you don't drink it, look at your teeth, it's ugly enough. "

Aglaia hugged her arms and mumbled a few words.

After a while, she stuffed the Hoffa quilt again and whispered: "I can't do it, I have to succeed. . "

Miranda pushed his glasses, slumped in a chair and turned a page of newspaper, disdainfully said: "Born to work. "

At this moment, a bell rang outside the door suddenly.

It was the bell for the shift.

Aglaia and Miranda can accompany him only during the day. At night, he is taken care of by the school doctor and Potions teacher Horace Slughorn.

They are responsible for administering medicine to Hoffa and performing some restorative operations on him.

Age Leia looked outside and said to Miranda, "Let's go. "

Yeah."

Miranda puts away the newspaper, "See you in the seventh greenhouse, then yesterday’s repair."

They are also very busy and want to participate. Reconstruction mission of the school.

"I want to go too."

Hoffa said, "I'm going to rot in bed."

"Lie down, you don’t eat Medicine still wants to run around."

Aglaia glared at him.

Miranda stretched, yawned, and walked casually by Hoffa's bed.

Then she suddenly grabbed Hoffa's chin and squeezed Hoffa's mouth, making Hoffa's mouth open in an O shape.

"Quick!"

Aglea knows, she quickly grabbed the bottle of nitroglycerin ether horse urine on the bedside table and slammed it into Hoffa. Mouth.

Give him a big gulp.

Rao, an experienced man like Hoffa, couldn't help but stare in horror under this sudden attack.

After forcibly pouring, the glass jar is pulled out, pulling out a trace of crystal clear mucus. Liquid dripped from the corner of Hoffa's mouth.

"Cough cough...cough..."

Hoffa coughed violently and coughed up tears. He Shaking and humiliating: "Fuck... ass! You...you two, give me...give me to wait..."

"Ha ha ha~" Aglaia laughed triumphantly.

Miranda teased: "Wait until you are twenty?"

After speaking, the two girls made faces at him, hand in hand, smiled and ran out .

"Damn it, damn..."

He clutched his throat, coughing gasping for breath, and the terrifying smell made him want to cry.

But coughing and coughing, Hoffa turned his eyes to the door. He coughed gradually, his expression was serious, and he sat up slowly.

It was not the school doctor Reiner or Professor Slughorn standing at the door, but a bald man wearing a black robe and a red scarf, and a tall man with a auburn beard.

It was actually Dumbledore and Ministry of Magic Leonard Spencer Muen.