Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Chapter 161

The next day, it rained heavily in London.

The ink-colored sky constantly changes its shape, and the heavy rain falls on the shattered spire of the church, splashing a mist of smoke that rises and falls from time to time. Suddenly thick and thin, continuous ups and downs. It flowed down the eaves again, and began to resemble broken beads, gradually connected into a thread. More and more water on the ground converges into streams.

The first floor of the broken church.

The two guarding wizards chatted together one after another. They are here to show the way for muggle, and at the same time prevent Ministry of Magic people from rushing to inspect the underground business. But today, they have a more important additional task.

Prevent the young Boss from ruthlessly abandoning them.

At this time, the trap door leading to the underground hotel was pushed open. A young girl in a gray transparent poncho walked out, carrying a big bag and wearing round glasses.

The two guards who were chatting immediately stopped talking, staring at the young girl's back all over, as if they might think that another person might come out from behind.

But they didn't see other people, only a young girl with Li hair.

The young girl puts a transparent poncho over her head, and nodded to the two guarding wizards: "Morning."

"Where is Boss, isn't he with you?"

One of the wizards asked warily.

Young girl shrugged: "Who knows, maybe sleeping."

Then she waved: "Goodbye, this shop is really good."

After finishing speaking, she tightened her backpack and strode into the heavy rain curtain.

The two wizards looked suspiciously at the young girl's back, and then at the closed trapdoor.

"Nothing happened..."

"Is the Boss really sleeping?"

"Maybe he didn't really want to Go to school."

"I didn't let my daughter go to school... These years, Hogwarts is more dangerous than London."

"That's natural, speaking of which , Do you know what happened last year..."

.......

The broken canopy on the street gave off a violent crisp The sound is like a dump truck pouring stones down. The stones lifted by the violent wind were mixed with heavy rain, which made people unable to resist, and the air was filled with mineral dust and water mist.

Under the rain curtain, Miranda calmly walked to the corner of the street, then grabbed a transparent silhouette in the rain and ran away.

Hoffa was dragged out of the disillusioned state. He dragged a big brown box and wore a blue poncho. The two ran to the banks of the Thames on the stagnant water, where a small boat that was bumping in the rain was parked. After boarding the boat, the two emptied the rain from the boat. Miranda snapped her fingers, and the boat started moving in the turbulent inner city river.

Hoffa wiped the rain off his face, feeling a lingering fear: "Damn too terrifying, these people don't let me go to school."

Miranda rolled the eyes: "Then you Why do you want to open this shop? It’s too scumbag to be irresponsible after opening it."

"Who told them to always follow me," Hoffa said, "I was forced."

Miranda took a deep look at Hoffa: "You are no longer alone."

These words made Hoffa filled with goose bumps. He shuddered and didn't want to speak.

When the two of them walked by water and came near King's Cross Station, the rain still didn't stop, but there were signs of getting worse. The surrounding water was misty, and they couldn't see anything clearly. They didn't even conceal it, so they got into the nine and three-quarters of the station grandiosely.

Compared with last year, the number of people at the station has been reduced by nearly half. The rain curtain is like a veil, and there is empty darkness behind it. The students who were wrong with him only focused on their own affairs, and they didn't look like a daoist, but just a silent silhouette.

In the beginning, Hoffa thought he had arrived too early, but when he came to the carriage to sit down, Miranda said, “This year’s Hogwarts students have been reduced by half. After the incident last year, many parents No longer sending students to school."

Hoffa: "Is it safer outside than Hogwarts?"

"Many wizards have immigrated to the United States, what do you think."

Miranda looked towards outside the window again: "I suddenly feel that Aglaia will not come this year."

"What?" Hoffa was surprised.

"Do you think her family would take this risk to send heir to Hogwarts? I don't think she will. I even suspect that she has been sent to the United States, otherwise my owl will not stay I can’t find her.”

Hoffa kept silent, but he thought of a brief conversation between himself and her mother. Did she really believe her words and take her stubborn daughter Did you send it to the United States?

"Do you miss her?" Miranda asked.

"No."

Hoffa denies: "I feel it's easy for me to feel her absence."

"Really?"

asked Miranda.

Hoffa stopped talking. He felt that his sentence was half true and half false.

"The separation in the war years is too common." Miranda said calmly, "If she does go to other places, I would be happy for her."

"Then you are happy It's too early."

Cold icy voice came from outside the door.

Hoffa sighed slightly, Miranda raised her eyebrows and turned her head, only to see two girls standing at the door of the carriage.

A silver hair, wearing a long plaid skirt with dark diamonds.

The other is golden with long hair, which looks like a senior girl. She is wearing a Hogwarts school gown with a shiny silver eagle logo on the collar. This is a Ravenclaw house's Prefect.

Miranda stood up: "Aglaia."

"Why, I haven't left yet, you wish I would leave?" Aglaia looked bad.

"Don't tell me your family doesn't have this idea." Miranda stretched out her palms.

"They do, but you are not allowed to have them." Aglaia said forcefully.

"Okay, I am guilty, hehe."

Miranda raised her hand and surrendered, then she hugged Aglaia and smiled and pulled Aglaia to herself Next to her, she pointed to the senior blonde girl next to her and asked: "This is?"

Aglaia was very useful because of this hug. She looked at Miranda's expression suddenly different. Not only was he not angry, but he forced his face to the floor with excitement, and said in a low, muffled voice: "My cousin. Sherlock Bohan."

"That's it."

Miranda was nodded to her. "Hello, Bohan, Prefect."

The tall girl was also nodded to Miranda, but her eyes stayed on Hoffa by the window.

Hoffa sat in the position and did not move. At the moment he saw Aglaia appear, there was an inexplicable embarrassment. Last time she was slapped heavily in front of her by her mother, and she was misunderstood to death by her mother, which made him unable to treat this friend with the same attitude as before.

But after all I haven’t seen him in a month, he still has two words, "Hey, Aglaia."

"Hey, Hoffa."

Ah Glea hesitated for a while and said hello, and then extended the hand and wanted to pat Hoffa on the shoulder. But seeing the other's forced smile, Aglaia felt the embarrassment in the air. He withdrew his hand in a jealous manner.

Miranda squinted his eyes and looked around between Hoffa and Aglaia, then set his gaze on the standing senior Prefect, and suddenly understood something.

She stepped forward slightly, blocking the gaze from Prefect: "Is there anything wrong with Senior Sister?"

The senior girl shook her head and smiled and turned her head: "It's okay, I’ll send Aglea over, so that it’s convenient for me to sit here?"

Miranda was taken aback, but she also said sorry directly, so she stepped aside: "Of course."

The senior Ravenclaw Prefect walked to Aglaia and sat down.

Hoffa glanced at Miranda, but Miranda had already taken out a copy of Zarathus from his backpack. What Terra said. He covered his expression and read with Erlang's legs tilted up. An expression of what you do to me.

The three normal friends turned into four, and the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing. Now, with the addition of an unknown female Prefect, the atmosphere is even more wonderful.

The female Prefect asked curiously: "Are you the guy who cast the Shield Curse last year?"

Hoffa glanced at the other person. There were a few freckles on her face, but they were long. It was pretty good, with high nose and big eyes, although not as exaggerated as Aglaia, but also a seven-to-eighth beauty.

For some reason, Hoffa doesn't want others to add a shield curse prefix to his name as soon as he is mentioned. Besides, everyone in the school knows about this, so why do you force it to mention it again?

"It's me." Hoffa said dryly.

"That's amazing. I heard that your hair used to be black."

"Yes."

"Are your eyes born ?"

"Yes."

"That's amazing."

"Yes."

Look at Nietzsche by the side Miranda seemed to see some interesting passages, laughed, shaking her head and turning the page again.

"No wonder Aglaia often talks about you." Female Prefect said: "My father often mentions you, do you know my father?"

Hoffa looked at Aglaia With a glance at Ya, her fingers were tangled together, and the blue veins could be seen on them. But she has been bored this time, who has always said something, heaven knows what she has experienced this month.

He can't stand it anymore. He doesn't want to know what the Fifth Year girl who has explored herself deeply is doing.

He stood up: "Sorry, urgency, I'll go to the toilet."

After speaking, he opened and closed the door and walked out of the carriage.

......

Rainstorm is reaching Peak at this time, and its intensity may have reached its maximum. The clouded sky outside could not see a trace of light.

Looking at the crazy torrential rain outside, Hoffa began to feel a little irritable and tired. The adventures and feel alarmed of these times overdrawn his spirit, and some subtle thoughts penetrated him unconsciously. Mind.

For a moment, he really wanted Aglaia to go to the United States. She always brings herself some unimaginable negative problems.

Internship, adventure, or the current unfathomable mystery Ravenclaw female Prefect... If she can go to the United States, will she be able to never see her again, will she be able to live by herself? Have a quieter life.

I have been with her for a long time, and talking to Miranda feels like a massage.

He looked at the torrential rain outside the window, put his forehead against the window, closed his eyes, and tried to calm down his irritable thoughts with a low temperature.

I wish I could stay alone.

He thought to himself, not to be disturbed by these unfathomable mystery relationships. These meaningless exchanges and emotions complicate life, make thinking confused, and eventually lose oneself...

Thinking about it, some fragmented images flashed into his In his mind, he thought of the quarrel between himself and Aglaia at Hagrid's cabin for some reason.

Hoffa opened her eyes, a trace of fatigue and obscurity in her eyes. He didn't want to go back to that carriage, he wanted to walk around alone.

He began to walk in the long corridor of the train. The talking and laughing crowd in the carriage saw the man walking by the window. Some became excited, and some even poked their heads out to greet him.

Hoffa responded reluctantly, and immediately returned to an expressionless state after laughing, like a puppet wearing a mask. The feeling of wanting to be alone is getting stronger.

Finally, he found an empty carriage. It is not right to say that it is empty, because there is a smoking teenager standing outside the carriage. He is wearing a relaxed checkered shirt and is as thin as a drug addict. He has silver hair similar to Aglaia, and looks decadent. Beauty.

He stood alone at the door of the empty carriage with his arms in his arms, staring at the pouring rain outside the train.

The moment the two passed by, he glanced at Hoffa and didn't say hello to him.

Hoffa walked into the empty carriage, sat in the corner, and looked out the window as well.

The heavy rain still persists, and the Scottish mountains and wheat fields in the distance are like a gray impressionist oil painting, fuzzy and hazy, and nothing can be seen.

All the insignificant whispers sounded in his ears. until now The feeling of being restrained has been reduced a lot, and he finally feels a little more comfortable. As a thirst stranded blue whale swims into the dark deep sea, his mind and spirit become more sensitive.

The more sensitive he is, the more tired he is.

The more tired he is, the more he wants to rest.

It seems to have experienced a long adventure, countless opponents, countless troubles, countless levels, countless jobs, countless failures, and come to this step now.

A voice in his mind started to remind him.

Let’s rest.

Let's rest for a quarter of an hour, Hoffa.

Hoffa glanced at the long recliner beside him, and lay down involuntarily.

The wooden recliner seemed to suddenly become cotton candy.

As soon as he lay down, he sank.

Sink in one meter

Sink in two meters

Sink in three meters

Ten meters

Two Ten meters

30 meters

One hundred meters

Two hundred meters

.......

The diving blue whale passed through the deep ocean, and fell into an endless fall in countless bubbles like a free fall.

Gravity acceleration.

Make him faster and faster.

As fast as a meteor that is about to hit Earth in a moment.

He fell into the depths of Earth.

Passed through the darkness of the core of the earth.

In the darkness, a pair of huge golden eyes looked at him.

He glanced at those eyes without much nostalgia.

He continued to fall.

I came to an unknown space.

There are brilliant and changeable colors here.

Red, yellow, blue, purple, they are softly combined together. Gorgeous and beautiful.

And everything he wants.

Future food, McDonald’s, KFC, pizza... There are also headphones, mobile phones, music, TV... those mobile phones, there are strange but kind faces on TV. ......

They opened and closed their lips and said strange things

We are unprecedented

We are everything

We are one

...

He glanced at those faces and continued to fall...

Passing through Cells, molecules, atoms, nuclei, protons, quarks... continue to fall, faster and faster, as fast as the speed of light...

He saw the land of nothingness.

I saw only one recliner in the endless world.

That recliner is the one where I lay down.

Yes, he is about to lie down.

Even if he abandons all the things behind him