Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Ministry of Magic stood at the door for a while, then glanced at Dumbledore, as if exchanging opinions.

After that, the Ministry of Magic wearing a scarf walked in first.

For some reason, at this moment, Hoffa saw Dumbledore at the door of the ward and gave him a pleading look, which made Hoffa a little hard to understand.

Ministry of Magic sat down first, then raised Erlang's legs, sat on the opposite hospital bed with fingers crossed, and looked at Hoffa with a smile.

For some reason, his action always reminds Hoffa of the last time he visited Riddle.

"Minister."

Hoffa politely nodded to him.

After all, he is the most powerful man in the entire Britain magic circle. He doesn't want to lose his courtesy.

"How is your body recovering?"

He asked with a smile.

Fortunately. Hoffa laughed cautiously and politely.

"Thank you for your concern."

He smiled on the surface, but couldn't figure it out in his heart. Why did the Ministry of Magic come to see himself? This guy, what kind of medicine is sold in bottle gourd? ?

"Ah, don't be restrained."

Ministry of Magic waved his hand, reached into his chest, unexpectedly took out a ball of chocolate tied with flowers, and handed it to Hoffa.

"Speaking of which, I was also a graduate of Ravenclaw. I still remember that my head at that time was Professor Adbe."

"Ah, thank you."

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Hoffa laughed, took the ball chocolate, and didn't know what to say for a while.

This Ministry of Magic looks pretty good, but thinking of Dumbledore's pleading look, he always feels that things are not that simple.

Leonard Mu En said: "People in the school have been talking about you recently. The editor of Daily Prophet has approached me many times, hoping to get that hero in the newspaper, but I suppressed it."

"Uh..."

The minister adjusted his collar, changed a more comfortable position, and leaned on the chair.

"The editors in chief are very curious about how the big bang happened and how it was stopped by a magical student."

Speaking, he still put his finger in the sky. Pull, gesture, and make a headline gesture, said with a smile:

"I think, as long as I let go, you will become a big star."

Hoffa faintly felt something, so he whispered: "Mr. Minister, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask."

"Ah, you deserve to be a student of Ravenclaw, chat Just comfortable." Leonard Spencer Muen nodded, sat up a little bit, lowered his voice: "That's it, I want to know the specific information of the half-man king. And his exactness. Identity."

When the Ministry of Magic said this, the entire popularity field suddenly became sharp. He looked at Hoffa without blinking, with his fingers crossed on his knees.

Hoffa was taken aback, and suddenly understood the meaning of Dumbledore's pleading look.

The purpose of this senior Ravenclaw, he definitely did not visit his Junior as an ordinary Ravenclaw.

This made Hoffa's mouth a bit bitter, how did Dumbledore bring this hot potato to himself. Still, his current status and prestige are not enough to prevent this minister's visit.

If it was a month ago, Hoffa would be happy to bring the half-man king to justice, and hand it to Azkaban, to Wizengamot or Ministry of Magic. He is also happy to find out the identity of the half-man king and let others help solve the problem.

But now, this knot is on the horizon.

Silby's true identity, how he can say it. Dipeter headmaster was taken to Azkaban because he was suspected of being a half-man king, and was closed for three months. During these three months, the school was almost closed.

If the Ministry of Magic now knows that Hogwarts' first headmaster is still alive and a hundred percent madman, what kind of impact this will have on the school, Hoffa doesn't know.

He has no political savvy and little negotiating experience. But he knows that there are too many people with intentions in this world, and there will never be a shortage of people who think they are standing on the high ground of morality.

At this moment, Hoffa was in a dilemma completely opposite to Harry Potter's later generations. Harry Potter tried his best to let others know the truth, but he...

Does the school just get rid of a scandal and then fall into another bigger scandal?

Fame and justice.

School, world.

These things are pressing in his heart, making him unable to say, not speaking at all.

Seeing that Hoffa didn't speak for a while, Leonard Spencer Muen said softly, "It's okay, child. These things have nothing to do with you, you have done a good job.

Tell me, who the half-man king is, so that the Ministry of Magic can catch him back, are you right?"

Hoffa opened his mouth.

"Uh..."

Hesitated again and again, Hoffa said with some difficulty: "Uh...I don't know, why did you come to ask me... ...."

"In other words." Ministry of Magic interrupted Hoffa, and he reversed his Jiro's legs and moved closer.

"If you don’t tell us who he is, we won’t be able to give you awards, Merlin Medal of Honor, Imperial Family Medal of Honor. Right? We can’t say that you have defeated an unidentified enemy, right? ."

"I didn't beat him."

Hoffa said.

"The public doesn't care, the public only needs positive energy. You are Ravenclaw, you should understand."

Hoffa was silent.

After a long time, he still shook his head: "I really don't know, Minister. You can ask Dumbledore, he is a professor, he knows more than me..."

"You know, don't you?"

Ministry of Magic interrupted Hoffa. At this moment, his aura began to rise. "Until the moment he disappeared, I was fighting with you."

Hoffa shook his head and whispered: "I'm not quite clear, why did he want me to start?"

"Then why did you say he wanted you to start?"

"Maybe...maybe I am upset."

Hoffa said.

"He has something to do with this school, isn't he?"

Ministry of Magic said sharply: "I saw that he was destroying this school with hatred that day, and told me , Why?"

Hoffa was silent for a long time and replied in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Minister, I really don't know how to answer your question."

Ministry of Magic smiled When I got up, the smile had some inexplicable meaning.

After that, he straightened up and looked at Hoffa condescendingly: "Indulging criminals is not a good Ravenclaw embodiment, Hoffa Bach. You are still young and you should recognize your own path."

Hoffa lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly.

Ministry of Magic stood there and waited for a while, but Hoffa just lowered his head, there was no more to follow.

"Even if there is nothing?"

"en." Hoffa lowered his head, not looking at him.

Leonard Mu En shook his head disappointedly, ready to turn and leave. The moment he turned around, he seemed to think of something, he said indifferently:

"Oh, yes. When Dippet was in Azkaban, he asked me to give this to you, even though he came out , But I think it's better to fulfill the promise by the way."

After speaking, he pulled out a thin paper box from his cuff and threw it to Hoffa.

After that, without looking at him, he strode out the door.

Opening the door, Hoffa saw Dumbledore slightly nodded to him outside the door, closed the door, and left the ward with Ministry of Magic.

I looked at the extra box of unfathomable mystery in my hand.

Hoffa leaned against the pillow tangledly, took a long breath, and shook his head.

Silby completely turned into a sword of Damocles, hanging high above the top. Not only his terrifying strength, but also his extremely sensitive identity.

In this turbulent era, Hoffa really feels the difficulty of life. Various choices are in front of him. Sometimes he knows it is a wrong decision, but still makes it. The taste of it is not enough for outsiders.

After being depressed for a while, Hoffa opened the small box the Ministry of Magic gave him, and it turned out to be a thin manual.

Turning a look, it says on the title page.

【François Le Brun. This book is a research note from 1879 to 1890. 】

Hoffa was taken aback, François Le Brun... Isn’t this the maker of his own magic power watch?

Open it again, and on the page of this parchment page, there are close and numerous route maps, some muscle Dissection diagrams, and close and numerous explanatory texts.

Hoffa eyes shrank, this...

It turned out to be a note on construction technology. Take notes about the construction technique of the half-man king.

Dippet headmaster What does this mean?

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On the other side, Hogwarts Black Lake.

A full moon slowly rises again from the distant Scottish mountains, and the breeze blows on the ground after the explosion. Even after such a frenzied battle, the vegetation on the ground is still unyielding and unyielding. Grow out.

On the rocky floodplain by the lake, Tom Riddle is still sitting in a wheelchair, looking motionless at the moon in the distance, his eyes as dim as gray.

He has been sitting like this all day.

Even a month.

Behind him, stood a tall Slytherin girl with golden hair, blue eyes, and a few small freckles on her white face.

Looking at Tom Riddle in a daze, she hesitated and said softly: "Tom, we should go back."

"Quiet."

Tom Riddle Said coldly, staring into the distance without blinking.

"It's late."

The girl bent down and said softly.

"Go back yourself first."

"Tom ....."

Tom Riddle still stared blankly into the distance, the young refined Calm and composed on his face, I didn't seem to hear the shouts of people around me.

"Tom...?"

"Don't call me Tom!!"

Tom .Riddle growled suddenly, his eyes full of red light, the expression suddenly became ugly.

The girl was startled and took two steps back unconsciously.

Tom Riddle was startled, and his nervousness was quickly reduced randomly, and the facial features on his face became soft and refined again.

"Sorry, you go back first. I can do it myself."

The Slytherin girl stared at him blankly, and forced a smile from the corner of her mouth: "Okay... Okay."

After she finished speaking, she backed away silently. After watching her walk away, Tom Riddle in the wheelchair suddenly began to gasp and tremble.

A picture suddenly flickered into his brain.

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A man flying in the sky, he roared sharply, and countless towers collapsed with his anger.

...

The picture was cut off. He was shivered, and suddenly he covered his head heavily, his fingers trembling like a Parkinson's patient.

He is gnashing teeth and sweats.

The memory kept flashing back, and the scene that night struck his brain like mottled glass shards.

The man walking in the lava.

A huge blood eye pattern on the ground.

The curse of banging the tower in half.

The roar that shook the sky, the shield in the sky.

Everything stimulates his mind, and the mixed emotions make him feel painful like a knife. It is not his emotions, as if an invisible black thread is bound to his spirit. Trying to pull him down and fall. Fall, fall again.

Weak...Strength...Death...

Strength...

He finally couldn't bear it, and he rolled over from the wheelchair and fell to the ground. Trembling fingers firmly grasped the grass on the ground. He panted heavily, his saliva dripped on the grass, his forehead pressed firmly against the ground, clenched fists and beaten.

Power!

Damn it!

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It was as if he heard his summon secretly, a little water came from the black lake in the distance, and he saw a faint silhouette on the lake in the distance.

You can hear subtle singing in your ears.

The singing is so ethereal, sweet, and has the power to reach the soul, making him tremble.

He lifts the head, his spirit sinking into the singing.

He began to crawl hard... little by little, little by little crawled over.

The silhouette of Miaoman, lying sideways on a raised reef in the lake, wearing a crown, singing to the moon, her voice with a little sadness and nostalgia.

When she noticed someone coming, she glanced lightly, then jumped into the black lake and disappeared without a trace.

The singing stopped abruptly.

Tom Riddle lay on the rock floodplain for a long time before he came back to his senses. He was shivered and wanted to retreat and leave from the pebble floodplain by the lake,

But when he retreated, he touched a peculiar object with a peculiar texture. When he picked it up, it turned out to be a book page that was soaked a little wet.

The pages of the book were soaked for a long time, and after experiencing an explosion, they were scattered and chaotic, almost falling apart. But the old material is not paper, and the text on it has not faded at all.

"Eternal Life. Soul Split"

Eternal Life...?

He turned the pages of the book, and after only a few glances, he shivered. The book fell back into the lake again. He kicked his legs back on the ground, his eyes widened and he could barely breathe.

He was paralyzed in the distance for a while before he came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva, looked pale and crawled back like paper.

He looked up like a groundhog and looked around. No one was seen. There was only the sound of crash-bang on the black lake, and there was only a bright moon in the sky.

He extended the hand, settled, and touched the book as if touching Goddess.

Randomly he grabbed the book, and his face changed.

Finally, he took a deep breath and turned the pages of the book.

Take a glimpse of the old array and text above.

Looking at it, a smile appeared on Riddle's face, his eyes were red, his breathing became heavier, the rays of light on his face became more dazzling, and his chest undulated violently.

Finally, he hugged the pages of the book and fell on the rocky floodplain, looking up at the sky, with a silent laugh.