Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Slughorn finished speaking, and before Hoffa asked more, he pushed his shoulders and pushed him out of the room.

After walking out of the office door. Hoffa couldn't help but glanced back at the Potions' Professor's door.

From an attitude point of view, Potions' Professor does not seem to agree with Fatir. But it has risen to the height of extinction of human beings, which is also not this too ridiculous. And... Hoffa thinks some of Fatir's words are quite reasonable.

Holding the bottle of Merpeople potion, Hoffa returned to the shore of Black Lake.

Here, there are nearly a hundred young male witches wearing swimsuits and swimming trunks lying in all directions.

They are all wet, some are coughing water, some are holding shiver coldly, and some are already on fire, warming by the fire.

As I watched, another huge octopus tentacles stretched out in the lake and threw a soft girl onto the grass on the lake bank.

She is complexion pale, shiver coldly, and still has a few water plants stuck in her mouth. As soon as he landed, he vomited a large puddle of lake water.

There is no doubt that these all are students who have not passed the test of Professor Drasses.

Hoffa has a sorrow. He glanced at the potion in his hand and thought that he could not swim at all. If the medicine is not as good as he imagined, then he will continue to go back to school to carry out those machines. The potion and herbal medicine work too.

He uncorked the bottle.

There was a pungent odor from the bottle, which smelled like a fish carcass that had rotted for three days.

Hoffa pinched his nose suspiciously, raised his head and took a sip of the liquid in the bottle.

He looked at his body, and it didn't seem to have changed.

He blinked and realized that something was wrong. His eyelids closed from top to bottom to open and close left and right.

He walked to the lake and looked down.

This look almost shocked me. His eyes have grown at least three times larger. Among them, the faint golden patterns are intertwined near a black vertical pupil, completely unlike human beings.

He wanted to close his eyes, but found that he couldn't do it. He could only control a circle of film to rub back and forth on his eyelids.

Changes gradually appeared on Hoffa, the hair on his head entangled one after another, forming one after another gray soft tentacles. A thin web appeared between his fingers, and a wide film appeared under his ribs.

Suddenly, a cheek hole appeared under his neck, a feeling of suffocation surged, and his vision quickly blurred.

He can no longer look at things normally, out of a completely irresistible instinct. He jumped and jumped into the black lake.

At this moment, he really felt what is like a fish back in water. Unlike the desperate fear when he entered the water last year, he now feels as warm as amniotic fluid, as if returning to the most primordial placenta state.

The oxygen dissolved in the water exchanges gas with the blood through the walls of capillary blood vessels in the gill filaments, allowing him to breathe abnormally smoothly.

That pair of eyes that were unusually blurred on land can now clearly distinguish any object within a hundred meters from him.

The lines of one after another blue appeared on his back and chest, and his skin began to secrete some unknown substances, which made him extremely sensitive to his surroundings.

A little yellow croaker slowly swims past Hoffa's eyes. Hoffa's pupils inside his eyes turn, but his body is motionless like a rock.

At this time, the instinct in the bloodline made him be eager to have a try. He opened his mouth full of teeth, grinned to the cheekbones, and swallowed a small fish into his throat.

Then reason defeated instinct.

No, I am a human being, not a fish!

He opened his mouth again and vomited the fish out.

The little yellow croaker was frightened and quickly ran away from Hoffa.

He turned his head and looked ahead. With a kick on the ground, he rushed out like a sharp arrow, pressing against the fine white sand on the ground, his spine swayed from side to side, and in a flash, he swam a distance of hundreds of meters.

This feels great!

Hoffa tried harder again.

The speed has increased again.

The bubbles and water flow were left far behind, and the purple Morat tentacles on the reef at the bottom of the lake were frightened and quickly retracted into the shell.

Hoffa is like a torpedo, and effortlessly catches up with the large crowd in front of him.

Because the speed is too fast, he even has a leisure time to observe the surrounding scenery.

The sunlight has been shining to the bottom of the lake 30 feet underwater, and the light is refracted and deformed like a prism. The reefs, germs, shells, corals, and some unknown magical creatures at the bottom of the lake are refracted by this kind of refraction. As soon as the light shines, the color changes slightly, showing colorful light. Combinations of various tones are interlaced, a beautiful image of red, orange, yellow, green, azure, blue, purple.

A hundred meters away, the lake was black and blue. Hoffa's eyes penetrated the gray and treacherous lake, looking at the dark shadows in the distance, where the lake was dark and hazy, a vague outline of a huge octopus Wielding tentacles in the black lake.

Above him, countless students swimming hard, they can't reach the depth of Hoffa, the water pressure is too high.

Seeing the crowd swimming with all kinds of magic above, Hoffa suddenly have a thought. He kicked the ground, went up, and stopped at a place less than one meter closer to the surface of the water. There happened to be a girl swimming with a school of fish on it.

He face up, lying comfortably in the water, leisurely admiring the bodies full of youthful vitality in the water.

He was comfortable, but a girl who was struggling to paddle bowed her head. Seeing the weird Merpeople face under me, I almost didn't feel the soul flew away and scattered.

"Ah!!!"

This scream instantly triggered a chain reaction, and the students who crossed the lake noticed something strange. They looked down one after another.

The whole Black Lake is like a fried pot.

The school of fish leaped in horror, and various spells floated around and shot. The curse entered the water and became one after another boiling water column.

Hoffa swiftly avoided all kinds of curses. He touched his face and couldn't help but push the extremely frightened girl out of the water. Then disappeared to the bottom of the lake in a blink of an eye, continuing his deep diving journey.

After leaving the frightened crowd, he came to the center of the Black Lake. Here, the scenery in the Black Lake began to change, it began to darken, and the lake water became deeper and deeper.

Here, Hoffa saw the relics of some of the ship’s wrecked ships, including iron kitchen utensils, anchors, iron chain links on pulleys, mortars, fragments of astronomical instruments, and a stern railing, growing on them With dark green lake bottom plants.

Not only that, Hoffa also saw some rusty and deformed cages amidst the algae vegetation on the bottom of the lake towering like a forest. They were floating among the algae and contained some long-decayed bones.

Some bones are chained to their limbs, and they look like they are all human beings.

This scene made him feel uncertain.

At this moment, he has approached the huge octopus in the Black Lake, which is waving its tentacles like a dense lake bottom forest.

At this moment, a student in the distance was probably exhausted and cramped, sinking straight to the bottom of the lake, and immediately a long tentacle swept across Hoffa’s face,

Although There was not much sound, but he still saw the close and numerous suckers and barbs on the tentacles.

This scene made him feel panicked. He flexibly let go of his position, and quickly twisted his body to swim forward. But the super huge octopus didn't look at Hoffa, it closed its eyes, and countless tentacles floated in the water.

If you sense that a student is drowning, the tentacles will extend, roll up the student, and push him back to the shore.

While swimming directly above it, Hoffa saw the bottomless, layered sharp mouthparts of this stalwart creature. Like a black hole, even in the form of Merpeople, the mouthparts made Hoffa flustered.

This creature has almost endless surging magic power. It shouldn't be here. It should live in the sea. Perhaps the Black Lake is just a pond to it.

After passing through the jungle at the bottom of the lake composed of octopus tentacles, Hoffa's speed gradually increased, and he caught up with one student after another. Finally, it flashed past the bottom of the lake like a torpedo, leaving behind a series of bubbles.

After half an hour, he swam more than fifty kilometers to the other end of the Black Lake. At this time, the potion effect on him gradually disappeared.

The lakeshore was close at hand, he climbed onto the grass wet wet, his body gradually disappeared due to potion mutation.

Here, a few sporadic senior students gasping for breath are resting on the grass, and a few students are very professionally activating their muscles and adjusting their state. They are all the existence of cream of the crop among this group of Hogwarts students.

Miranda and Aglaia were arranging their hair on the grass, talking one after another, and they were shocked when they saw Hoffa coming out of the water.

At this moment, Hoffa has not fully recovered his human form, and his body surface has the characteristics of a large number of cartilaginous fishes.

Shocked for a while, Miranda asked, "Is that your new transfiguration?"

"No." Aglaia glanced at Hoffa, "Merpeople potion."

"Um." Miranda immediately smiled, "What is a Merpeople potion? Tell me about it."

Aglaia reflexively wants to have a long talk. Show off her rich knowledge of potion, but seeing Hoffa looking at her, she forcibly suppressed her desire to speak. Turned his head and looked at the lake.

Miranda made a face at Hoffa and shook her head helplessly.

The potion changes on Hoffa's body at this moment have almost disappeared, his eyes have returned to their normal human state, and the surrounding scenery gradually becomes clear.

This side of the lake is very, very far away from Hogwarts. You can hardly see the castle, but here, you can see huge cobblestones. There are endless Scottish mountains.

Hoffa often overlooked here when he was in the Ravenclaw common room, but he really came here for the first time.

On the grass not far from the shore of the lake, there are two tables covered with a large canvas.

On the grass next to the table, the young-looking Professor Fatiel De La Cess was leaning on a boulder and swallowing the clouds. He neither chatted with his daughter nor Talk to students who have successfully crossed the lake.

He looked at the sky, and his whole person showed a state of negativity to the extreme, as if his Essence, Qi, and Spirit had been swallowed by something.

About thirty minutes later, another batch of wizards that successfully crossed the lake climbed out of the black lake with gasping for breath. There were about a dozen of them, and they collapsed as soon as they landed. On the ground, his chest undulated violently.

At this moment, Professor De La Cess stood up, walked through the crowd, and came to the shore of the lake, looking steadily forward at the lake.

The sky is getting dark gradually, and no one comes over the lake.

A ceremony crossing the lake eliminated 90% of the people, and only less than 10% remained.

Looking at Drasses on the lakeshore deeply sighed, he put out the smoke, rubbed the temple with a bit of pain, and finally, he turned around and patted his hands.

At this moment, the moonlight was born. The lines of Professor De Laces’s face seemed to soften against the moonlight. Only then did Hoffa discover that he and Aglaia are amazing on the contours of their faces. resemblance. Except for the different eye colors, he is almost like his daughter's twin big brother.

"Are you tired?" His voice was hoarse but soft.

The crowd did not answer, they just looked at him straightforwardly, wondering what course he would offer.

"You are very good. Those who can walk here must have found some unusual fun in the just crossing the lake. From now on, you have to learn and chaos in every class of mine. Deal with the unknown."

He waved the wand, and dots of light flew around, illuminating the grass on the shore of the lake. Everyone's shadows were on the ground to shadow the old Elder of Chuola. A rustling sound came from the wooden table behind him, and the magic curtain was slowly opened.

With the students cry out in surprise, Hoffa eyes shrank, yes, he saw nearly ten young Dragons, curled up on a row of wooden tables, blowing smoke from their mouths and noses.

Fatier looked proudly: "Dragon. One of the highest predators of magic circle, the fastest way to become an elite creature is undoubtedly to observe the top predators and grow with it."