Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Dumbledore saw the teenager coming around the corner, astonished and said, "Bach?"

"Good evening, Professor." Hoffa said.

"You won't go back so late? It's curfew time now."

Dumbledore was not angry, but frowned asked.

"Something happened, I must tell you."

"What's the matter."

"I have three roommates... .."

"Wait a minute, go to the office and talk."

Dumbledore looked at all around and interrupted Hoffa: "Just so, I have something to ask you."

Hoffa was taken aback, nodded.

"Okay."

Dumbledore walked in front and Hoffa walked in the back. They didn't speak all the way, but Hoffa felt a sense of long-lost ease. Like a water-scarce traveler who has been walking in the desert for a long time, he has encountered a lush oasis.

The two came to the office on the third floor one after the other.

Dumbledore's office is not much different from the past. Several wooden cabinets, a redwood desk, and some shiny silverware are placed on the table, slowly rotating. The Phoenix named Fawkes stood on a tall gilded perch. Seeing Hoffa coming, it straightened up happily and whispered at him.

Hoffa sat in the chair by himself and greeted Fawkes.

Dumbledore waved wand, and the fireplace ignited a raging flame. The whole room suddenly became warm.

Under the fire light, Dumbledore's tall body looks a bit humped at the moment. Probably the long journey consumed a lot of his mind. He walked to the cabinet and took out an amber glass wine bottle. Open it, and fall shallowly into two cups.

For some reason, this action reminded Hoffa of transfiguration teacher Jacob Bohan.

While pouring the wine, he asked: "I heard that now you have a considerable influence among ordinary students."

Hoffa nodded, said softly:

"That's it."

"I'm very pleased, you are willing to take responsibility."

Dumbledore came to Hoffa with two goblets and put a cup in Hoffa before.

"Thank you."

Hoffa picked up the cup and took a sip.

Dumbledore leaned deeply in the chair, his joints making a clicking sound.

"However, the feedback from other heads recently shows that the students have been very impetuous recently, and there is no motivation to study seriously."

"Um... "

Hoffa put down the cup. "It seems like this."

"What the hell is going on?" Dumbledore asked with his fingers crossed.

"What?" Hoffa didn't understand.

"I said, the school is fickle now, why is that."

Hoffa doesn’t know why Dumbledore asked himself this question. Isn’t the student’s fickleness due to environmental influences, and What does it matter to me.

"I don't know." He said obediently and honestly, "Maybe the pressure is too much. There is a war outside, and the schoolwork is very heavy every day..."

"Hoffa."

Dumbledore interrupted him, "You didn't take care of them."

The silence enveloped the office, and Hoffa looked at Dumbledore blue’s eyes for a moment. Know what to say.

Dumbledore sighed and rubbed the temple: "Hoffa, you are no longer an ordinary student."

Hoffa: "I don't think."

"You have to think so."

Dumbledore resolutely and decisively said, he straightened up, his hands crossed:

"Listen, Bach, the school glare like a tiger outside. watching his prey, as the only one magic college in Britain. At this time, you should share the worries for me."

"I..."

" Why not try to be a role model for them?"

"I..."

"Hoffa, this is your responsibility. You should be stronger. "

Dumbledore's repeated strong speeches made Hoffa feel a little dazed, and he even heard a hint of disdain from the bottom of his heart. He shook the head hard, and the auditory hallucinations disappeared.

"What's wrong?"

Dumbledore frowned and looked at Hoffa.

Hoffa took a few breaths, calmed down and opened his eyes.

"Can...can you not talk about this first?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I still have some personal questions Ask, Professor."

Dumbledore picked up the goblet on the table and took a sip.

"Do you have any personal questions."

"I..."

Hoffa lifts the head, he trance again.

Although Hoffa has been eager to see Dumbledore for the past six months and wants to talk to him in private. But when it came time to speak, Hoffa found it a little difficult, not only difficult to describe, but also ashamed to speak out.

"Go ahead, Bach."

Dumbledore crossed his fingers: "I'm listening."

"Professor, I...I am very Pain."

Hoffa said with some difficulty.

"Why is it painful?" Dumbledore asked.

"I feel, I seem to have a mental problem."

Hoffa hesitated.

"There is a mental problem?" Dumbledore dumbly, "How old are you."

"Yes, I can't stop having nightmares. There is a weird look in the dream. Guy, and I can always see a lot of colorful faces, and I can hear some sounds that shouldn't be heard."

"Weird guy? Colorful faces, strange sounds?"

Dumbledore's eyes widened, the expression on his face a little confused.

Hoffa nodded: "Also, I...I am not very interested in what my friends do. And the daily work of the school, I think, it is too mechanical. "

Dumbledore frowned and thought: "Other people let you say it, or your own point of view."

"My own point of view."

Dumbledore I looked at Hoffa carefully with those X-ray-like eyes: "When did it start."

"Just this year."

"What dream do you do?"

"Falling down from upstairs."

Dumbledore was taken aback, corner of the mouth twitched, "What did you hear?"

"I don't know. I can’t remember."

"Is it just a dream?"

"Maybe, I am not quite clear either."

Dumbledore sighed, moved himself away The cup at hand.

"Do you know what I think? Hoffa, I think you are still a little free."

Hoffa lifts the head in amazement, this is not the answer he wants to hear.

"I also dream that the wizard is still human and will be disturbed by the subconscious mind. I also dreamed that someone gave me a pile of woolen socks last night. However, I would keep myself busy, so busy that I would forget these things. ."

Dumbledore sighed again: "At this time, there is no way for school. After the past few years, it should be much better."

paused, he said: "Hoffa, You have to work hard."

It seems to have crossed an invisible dividing line. A string cracked in the chest.

Dumbledore is close at hand, but it seems to be far, far away. Hoffa could clearly see the stains on his auburn beard, but he was wrapped in strangeness again.

Try hard...

Not hard enough...

Isn’t I working hard enough...

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Dumbledore stood up and patted Hoffa's shoulder: "It's okay, don't think too much, go back and take a good rest."

Hoffa looked at the palm of his shoulder, then looked at the Dumbledore glasses Under the blue eyes. His excitement and energy were quickly taken away by the black hole, and he felt disappointed.

"so that's how it is, I understand."

He finished speaking softly, stood up, turned around, with a cold face, like a piece of walking frozen beef, no The slightest sensation.

"Wait a minute, Bach."

Dumbledore stopped him.

"What's the matter?"

Holding the door handle, Hoffa tilted her head slightly.

"What did you say about the three roommates in the first place?"

Hoffa looked at Dumbledore for a while.

"Nothing, good night, Professor."

After that, he left Dumbledore's office.

......

......

How he returned to the Ravenclaw Tower that night, he has forgotten.

He only remembers a sleepless night when all his roommates disappeared. Sitting alone in the room, the cold wind outside the window blew the curtains and danced continuously.

In the sky, the lonely crescent moon hung high, and some mottled fragments of conversation flashed through Hoffa's mind.

Thinking too much...

Not working hard enough...

The rift between ideal and reality widens again, he closes On the upper eye, the curtains are stroked across his face, as if massaged.

The depth of thinking gradually emerged, as if God split a Mariana trench in his mind, separating the ocean of reason and sensibility.

He gradually began to understand some incomprehensible things, and began to understand the limitations of the wizard, the limitations of human beings.

In this world, everyone is paying attention to their own affairs, fame, honor, resources, society, and school, even if they are as wise as Dumbledore.

Human consciousness is originally a kind of accident in evolution. Without consciousness, life will continue to exist only by relying on instinct. Excessive observation and thinking does not help existence itself.

He shouldn’t be like this. A salmon doesn’t want other salmon to know how it feels because it makes no sense.

He should show positive energy, show high value, show omnipotent toughness, show the posture of a community leader.

He should, like William, control the secretion of other people's hormones and dopamine, enjoy the joy of youth, enjoy the opportunities God has given him, and enjoy his position in Hogwarts.

He only needs to make a lot of money, defeat many, many opponents, look for a mate to lay eggs like a salmon, copy the DNA, and then die calmly.

But why do you think so much.

Why is life becoming more and more painful.

Why all this makes him so tired.

He doesn't know, he hates himself like this.

......

......

The next day, Christmas Eve.

He walked out of dormitory and decided to eat something to stay alive.

The ornately decorated hall was unexpectedly deserted, and there were very few people in the supposedly lively hall. Among them, only students in small groups get together and look around nervously.

There was no one on the staff seat.

Seeing Hoffa coming, the small group of students quickly surrounded them as they found the backbone.

"Bach, where have you been?"

Some students said in shock.

"Our friends are missing."

This news probably surprised Hoffa by 0.1S, and then he sat on the dinning table in relief and added something to himself. Bowl of pumpkin porridge. There is no fluctuation in his heart, and if the Ministry of Magic comes to close Hogwarts now, he does not expect to struggle.

Someone was anxiously scratching their heads and cheeks: "They were still playing chess in the common room, but for some reason, they disappeared."

"I heard someone singing, listening Listen, the people in my dormitory are gone..."

"I saw a group of animals lining up from the corridor last night, looking at... ."

"Shut up."

Hoffa interrupted them coldly.

"I eat."

His indifference made the other students feel astonished. They were anxious and started chirp chirp twitter twitter to persuade speaking of which.

"Why are you doing this?"

"They are your friends, so please help."

"Yes, Bach, stop kidding ."

"Hurry up and help us find them."

"You are so good, you can do it with your hands."

Hoffa motionlessly Sitting in the position, he didn't move at all. The whole person exudes an aura that no one is close to. After a long time, chirp chirp twitter twitter's persuasion subsided.

The crowd surrounding him gradually dispersed, step by step away from him.

After the expectation was shattered, it was replaced by unspeakable disappointment. No one came forward to ask Hoffa what was wrong. Some have only disappointed eyes that are as sharp as a blade.

This disappointment spread like a plague in the school.

After eating breakfast, he left the hall.

People who met him took the initiative to avoid him.

He wandered in the school, the energy of his whole body dropped to the bottom.

To be honest, he has no idea where to go now. He feels like a BB machine of the 21st century.

At this time, he thought of the responsive room on the eighth floor. He wanted to find a place where he could hide things and hide himself.

Walking to the tapestry on the eighth floor, Troll in tapestry is holding a stick and dancing ballet, looking stupid.

He stands still, time and space cycle.

He overlaps with the teenager with glasses standing here fifty years later.

At this moment, he really felt the difference between himself and Harry, which was the most essential difference between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

The lion is a social animal, and he will never be. The ego of the eagle in the bones makes him impossible to move a single step in this school.

He didn't even turn three times, and his strong desire to hide made the smooth door appear, and he opened the door of the responsive house.

The mottled beam of light illuminates the hills of garbage like a mountain, and snowflakes float in from the high windows and fall on the top of the old things piled up like a mountain, forming white spots.

And Hoffa's sight did not stay on those forbidden objects accumulated for thousands of years.

Because in the room where requests are responsive, a pair of maroon's eyes are looking at him without blinking.

It's the cat with black and white face.

This time it sat on the head of the armored guard crouching on the rusty Scabbers, as if it had been waiting for Hoffa, and meowed softly.