Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Ice and snow fell from the sky, and the winter of 1940 arrived as promised.

Christmas Eve. Hoffa stood in front of the mirror in the public bathroom, head down.

There was a transparent and shiny mucus flowing on the marble floor, drilling out from under the cabinet, and then creeping slowly across the floor.

I lifted the head again, my cheekbones were high in the mirror, my skin was blue and white, and my eye circles were darker than ever before. He resembled an ascetic monk who had been overly masochistic, and he was like an evil demon struggling in purgatory.

I smiled in the mirror, and his mouth was densely covered with sharp teeth. On his forehead, sharp horns grew out of little by little.

Hoffa was startled and shook his head vigorously, the hallucination disappeared.

The self in the mirror is back to normal. He is thin and has no clothes on. Just an ordinary gray-haired boy who is tired, depressed, planning to take a bath.

"Damn..."

He rubbed the temple.

For nearly four months, he hasn't seen Dumbledore and hasn't received any help. Almost every night, he would have some strange nightmares, and even have some hallucinations and auditory hallucinations from time to time.

In the past, he could still use meditation to eliminate the weirdness in Sea of ​​Consciousness, but now, he can't explore any abnormalities in his body.

He felt that he might be crazy.

Boom! !

There was a crisp noise next door.

William, who is also undressed, poked his head out and grinned: "Go, take a bath."

This is the last day of the semester, a student who ended a semester of exhausted life. People came to the public bathroom one after another, and Hoffa and his roommate were no exception. Because of the long-term potion refining, they have a strange medicinal smell on their bodies.

Anthony Ao turned around from the other side, and a little timidly handed him a white towel.

Hoffa closed the cabinet and silently took the towel. To Anthony Nodded.

Anthony Ao asked with some worry: "Are you okay, you talked in sleep again last night."

"What did I say?"

"Listen...unintelligible."

Anthony Ou hesitated.

"Do you bother to sleep?"

While walking around Hoffa, tie the towel around your waist.

"It's...not really."

"Hey, what are you talking about."

William poked his head out of the corridor again , Waved to them. "Hurry up."

Hoffa stopped talking and walked straight to the bath. As he walked through the marble corridor, he felt that something was looking at him and looked up.

On the head of the statue of wizard Manikos, a strange black and white cat is looking at him. The cat is very strange, with a half black and half white face, like a Tai Chi Chart. It looks at itself like this, as if talking to itself.

Who's pet came in the running bath?

Hoffa thought.

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The boys’ bathroom is a very large place, filled with smoke and steaming steam.

The surface of the water is a little hot. Many boys sit on the marble and can only tentatively submerge their knees in the pool. When they saw Hoffa coming, they greeted him one after another.

"Yo, Bach."

"Sit here."

"Sit down with me."

Hoffa laughed, did not sit Among them. He just soaked in, the hot water flooded his neck.

Since he had a fight with Sherlock on Halloween, these students now regard him as a spiritual idol, with attendants crowding round everywhere.

Countless girls wrote to him to express their admiration. Countless boys squeezed their heads and wanted to enter Hoffa's "circle".

But the attention of others did not bring Hoffa the happiness of vanity and dignity. On the contrary, he had the pain of losing his freedom. No matter where he went or what he did, there was a group of people staring at him.

Did he really defeat Sherlock?

Hoffa knows not. It was Fatir who defeated Sherlock. But no matter what he said, other students didn't think so. They refused to believe other answers.

On the other side, William greeted the group of bathers one by one, and then sat among them.

On the contrary to Hoffa, William was extremely satisfied with all of this. He made friends with enthusiasm and made friends with Hoffa’s closest friends. He set up a huge social network and became the reality of the network. Summit, regular gatherings, meals, baths, secret activities. In order to stabilize the cohesion of the group.

William: "Yesterday the president of the Gryffindor Transfiguration Society also greeted me, and would like to invite you to play in the Transfiguration Club."

"Who is going." A boy from Hufflepuff drowsily Lean on the bath.

"There is not a girl in Culver's Transfiguration Society, and the mules can't get in."

William disdain: "I want you to go, and they won't invite you."

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"Let me go and I won't go."

Boys rolled the eyes: "Eh, speaking of which, our hospital recently opened a Herbology club. I want to invite you to play. Are you going?"

"How beautiful are you?" William asked with his eyes slanted.

"It's too much, half of the beauties over the third year have come."

"Really?"

"What are you doing?"

"Hoffa, are you going?"

William asked loudly and poured a handful of water at him to attract his attention.

Hoffa soaked motionlessly in hot water, letting the drops of water slip off his head, he in a low, muffled voice: "Why not go?"

He completely Don't understand how this group was formed, which is far from his comfort zone. Out of courtesy, he habitually gave the other affirmative answer, but he didn't want to go.

William hit haha, slid into the water, and said to the Hufflepuff students: "you brat is lucky. It is rare that Hoffa has the intention to participate in your club activities."

"What does Hoffa usually do? What?" Two boys asked curiously.

"The old way, the library, ah~"

William, who soaked his whole body in the bathtub, let out a satisfied groan. He suddenly thought of something:

" Oh, yes. I heard that the bathtub used by Prefect is much better than the one we use here."

Taylor asked: "Prefect is going to train the dragon. Is there anyone else using the bathtub?"

Anthony O said: "No one uses it."

"Prefect...?"

William sneered with disdain. "It's all about the defeat."

"No one is using it, it's not a waste." Anthony Ao sighed with emotion.

"I really want to see it. I heard it's more luxurious than ordinary students like us."

"che, wait for Fifth Year Hoffa to become a Prefect, How we want to go." William solemnly vowed said.

Several bathing students have nodded to agree.

"That's right, it's a nail down."

"Fifth Year is definitely Prefect."

"Graduation, it is estimated that you can go directly to the Ministry of Magic chief to work. "

...

Hoffa feels that if Hogwarts does not fall and develops according to normal logic, his life path seems to be no different from what they say.

Fifth Year becomes Prefect, and after graduation, I go to Ministry of Magic to work, starting from a high-level secretary.

I have been the director of a certain affairs department for a few years, giving birth to a bunch of children, worrying about my livelihood all day long.

But where does this fear of unfathomable mystery come from? Where does this invisible pressure come from?

He didn't know, he soaked half of his head in the hot water, trying to use this action to make himself feel the temperature and let the pores discharge sweat and pressure.

But he couldn't feel anything, no sweat dripped from his head, he was like being locked in a concrete cage.

In the past month, his spirit has become more and more sensitive, but his body has become more and more dull. He has almost lost his sense of taste and touch, and of course he can't feel the heat.

After a few heated discussions, William touched his chin:

"Let me say, Hoffa should be a Prefect now. He was an assistant last year, and he played again this year. Won Sherlock. If we become a Prefect this year, we can go to the Prefect bathroom now."

He seems to have a great interest in the Prefect bathroom.

"Come on."

A student from Hufflepuff drowsily said: "

"Prefect should be Hoffa, not you. Why can you go to the Prefect bathroom. "

Everyone covered their mouths and snickered, and William immediately sneered:

"Do you know what a roommate is, eh? Hoffa, right? "

He tried to find the affirmative answer from Hoffa, but the gray head was no longer visible on the smoky water.

William murmured in wonder: "Where is it?" ....."

" However, it seems that only Fifth Year can be used. "

Another Gryffindor student said and asked William to come back to his senses.

"You are a Gryffindor if you think so. "

William sneered on the marble: "Isn't Gryffindor taking pleasure in breaking all kinds of rules?" "

The people in the bath have a big laughter, and the air is full of echoes, full of joy.

The Gryffindor student seems to be humiliated, he Blushing: "You Ravenclaw still pretend to be smart, do you dare to enter the Prefect bathroom now? "

William disdain: "Go and go, do you dare to come tonight?" "

"Hey, aren't you afraid of being discovered?" Anthony Ao quickly asked nervously.

"Who will find out. "William twitched his lips: "Half of the professors in the school stay in the Ministry of Magic every day. "

"You said, what if you don't go tonight?" "

"Yo, you want to bet?" "

"Bet on bet. "

"How much to bet. "

"Twenty Galleon. "

William's eyes rolled: "Twenty Galleons are not enough. "

"Then how much do you want. "

"I want you to ask all the girls in Gryffindor to play together. "

Everyone clapped their hands, they were enthusiastic and excited about William’s suggestion.

Gryffindor students yelled unwillingly:

"What about you, Ravenclaw’s There are also many girls! "

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A corner of the pool filled with a few drops of ripples, no one noticed. At a lively party In the sound, Hoffa has left the bathroom.

The purpose of cleaning the body has been achieved, and staying longer is a waste of time. He does not want to participate in the youth feast of a group of thirteen-year-olds too much.

Whether it is a wizard or a muggle, boys at this age will inevitably be affected by hormones and vigorously terrifying.

If it was last year, maybe he would still be in the crowd, masquerade as having an ability. Smile. But this year, under the tremendous pressure of survival, his energy has long been taken away.

Dry his body and put on the wizard school gown.

He came to the library.

In cold and cheerless in the library, there is almost no one in sight. This year, students’ interest in independent learning has disappeared.

Turning a corner, he heard a groan . I walked over and saw that it turned out that it was a senior boy who pressed a girl on the bookshelf and didn’t know what he was doing.

When they noticed someone coming, the two hurriedly sorted their clothes. The boy just wanted to get angry. He found out that it was Hoffa, and he immediately confided in a smile.

Hoffa's habitual muscles twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a slight smile.

The two relaxed, bowed their heads from Hoffa Passing by.

Looking at their backs, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace. He rubbed his facial muscles and felt like he was wearing a thick layer on his face. Masked, extremely uncomfortable.

This is not the Hogwarts he imagined. His ideal school is to exchange ideas, everyone is different, everyone has an interesting soul, everyone They can understand and tolerate each other.

But now, Hogwarts is like a cemetery. A lively cemetery. Everyone has become the same kind of person. There is no characteristic, no goal, drunken stupor.

He shook his head and threw away those unrealistic thoughts. Pulled out a spiritual wizard book from the shelf, read it, and tried to find a solution to his mental problems.

But these large books are about how to manipulate the spirit of others, and there is rarely a deep self-spirit.

He flipped through it roughly and changed it again.

Time is fast passing by looking for it.

In the middle of the night, Hoffa checked his watch. It was eleven o’clock and he turned his head Pasted it on the shelf, closing his eyes a little bored.

It's another day of nothing. When can I solve the problem, and when can I live happily?

No one can tell him the answer.

He walked out of the empty library, through the empty magic ladder, and returned to dormitory.

William's bed is empty, and the other people's beds are empty. He didn't think much about it. He wanted to go to bed after taking off his clothes.

But he was just about to lie down and sleep, a few people ran into Dormitory noisily, and banged the door open.

"Hoffa Hoffa Hoffa ......!"

Anthony Ouchy shouted his name like a train.

Hoffa turned over impatiently and got up: "What's the matter?"

In the darkness, Anthony O's pale pockmarked face was covered with sweat, he said nervously : "William is missing."