Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

In the dimly responsive house, a man and a cat looked at each other in the air.

This is the third time Hoffa has seen this strange cat. The first time was in the bathroom, and the second time was in the common room. This time is actually in the House of Requirement.

He didn't think it was some kind of accident anymore, he stood there, looking at the cat. The cat tilted his head and looked at Hoffa.

Hoffa slowly squatted down, and the black and white cat raised his paw. Hoffa extend the hand, the cat puts his paw on his hand, and then rubs his little furry head against his palm.

He felt a touch of warmth.

This is a rational, autonomous, and gentle creature. It is also the only creature willing to approach him now.

It’s just that he looked at Cat Maroon’s eyes, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity rose in the mind.

"Miranda...?"

He yelled softly.

Afterwards, he was taken aback by this whisper. He is proficient in transfiguration, and of course he knows whether the cat in front of him is a real cat.

This is not Animagus, Animagus only changes the biological structure, not the essence, but the cat in front of you is essentially a cat.

Why would I recognize a cat as Miranda?

The cat retracted its paws, jumped high, and began to walk fast on the waste dump.

Hoffa follows it without the slightest hesitation. Whenever it turns, the black and white cat will stop and wait for Hoffa for a moment.

In the old castle, the decadent teenagers followed a black and white cat.

They walked through the corridors of shabby furniture and climbed through thousands of dried potion bottles. The hills, walked through the cemetery of rusty swords, axes, swords and halberds.

Finally, they came to an angle formed by the shabby cabinet and the tall mountain monster specimen.

The black and white cat glanced at him, squeezed through the gap dexterously, and disappeared into the cabinet.

Hoffa followed behind it, opened the door, bent over and got in.

Despite the inner loss, lowness, and decadence. But looking through the cabinet, he was still deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

The arched hall with a height of one hundred meters, surrounded by all kinds of garbage, has an open space of nearly one hundred square meters.

In the open space, various close and numerous animals squeezed around, making strange shouts.

Field mice, tasting badgers, cobras, parrots, horses, goats, golden monkeys...

There are almost a hundred of all kinds of animals.

There are reasonable, unreasonable, tropical, frigid, and all kinds of messy animals, just like a large zoo has moved here.

The black and white cat jumped twice and squatted on his shoulders. There was a light meow, seeming to let out a sigh.

A field mouse found Hoffa coming in and let out a horrified cry. The sound was like pressing the off button of the volume, and the sound in the whole hall stopped.

The animals stared directly at Hoffa, eyes with fear and horror.

The picture is so shocking that Hoffa forgets to breathe for a while.

What the hell is this place?

At this moment, there was a crisp sound from a distance.

Hoffa was surprised and hid behind the Roman pillar with a black and white cat.

The door opened.

A wizard in a black robe appeared. He was tall and energetic, with a group of house elfs. It turned out to be his own transfiguration teacher, Jacob Bohan.

The house elf followed him, each with a wooden blue on top of their heads, filled with various foods.

As soon as the animal saw the house elf, it resumed the normal state of chirp chirp twitter twitter. They rushed up one by one, surrounding the house elf.

And house elf took off the basket and fed them one by one. Jacob Bohan mixed in and helped feed. It's not about stroking the animal's head.

Such an absurd and weird scene made Hoffa's scalp numb, and he realized that when he first met Jacob Bohan, his house was full of any cat or dog.

The cat whispered on his shoulder, and the cry was very suppressed.

Hoffa picked up the cat again and checked it again. It was a female cat. And it resisted Hoffa's action to check its gender.

This seemingly cute action made Hoffa's fear magnified again. He thought of the missing student outside and his missing roommate.

A sense of confusion rise in the mind, accompanied by great anger.

If this cat is Miranda, but I cannot change her back, or Miranda has become a cat in essence...

This discovery made his arms tremble.

How could this happen.

This is almost the same as murder.

He shuddered and touched the cat's coat with his hand, almost unsteady on his feet.

He doesn't know how profound transfiguration it takes to achieve this step, but the only possible murderer. It must be Jacob Bohan in front of him. The man who didn't know anything about it.

Calm...

Calm...

Hoffa took two deep breaths, holding the cat’s arm and couldn’t stop it Trembling. He repeatedly warned himself that this cat is not Miranda. But he thought of Aglaia who was turned into a rabbit during the summer vacation.

That time, I couldn't completely relieve the deformation.

And this time .......

He pinched himself vigorously.

Let yourself stop trembling.

He must leave here and tell others what happened here.

......

"Yo, you are here."

He just opened his legs, and the soft voice around him made Hoffa fall into hell . He turned his head mechanically.

Jacob Bohan didn't know when he came to him, and he greeted him with a smile on his face. The state was as calm and calm as a neighbor saw a neighbor while feeding pigeons in the square.

Ha! !

The cat on Hoffa's shoulder arched his waist and his hair exploded.

Exactly the same as when a real cat was frightened.

Hoffa took a step back, then took a step back, leaning against the wall. Cold sweat:

"What are these all are?"

"Animals, do you like it?" Jacob smiled.

"Animals?"

Hoffa repressed: "There are so many students missing outside. You feed so many animals here. Does Dumbledore know what you are doing?"

Jacob Pohan's patted Hoffa's shoulder. He shook his head again. With a very headache expression, he sighed.

"I know what you are thinking, but this is a very severe accusation, Hoffa, I'm just taking care of them."

After speaking, he snapped his fingers.

The whole responsive house seems to be alive.

A broken table flew out of the piles of garbage, and the table flew to the ground. Then a few old chairs, cups, and tablecloths flew out of the furniture.

The cup tablecloth flew over in front of the house elf. The house elf and the animals were sitting together. They took out the paper towels one by one, wiped the dirty cups and dishes clean, and put them on the table.

They move neatly and uniformly, and they are very rhythmic and beautiful. It seems to be a rich assembly line in a factory, without self-awareness.

Not long after, a long table that was wiped neat and tidy appeared in front of Hoffa and Jacob.

Jacob Bohan took a step back, pulled the table and chair away, and motioned for Hoffa to sit down.

Hoffa doesn't know what medicine the bottle gourd sells, but he has no choice.

The two sat down, the black and white cat jumped to the table, and Hoffa stared at the wizard without blinking.

A group of house elf cleverly placed some food in front of Hoffa.

Jacob said distressedly: "Eat some, see you are thin. You can fight with Fatir."

Hoffa picked up his fork and he Pretending to be calm, but the slightly trembling fork still betrayed his inner anxiety.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't eat you again."

Jacob waved his hand: "By the way, you used to find me before and said that you want to learn wandless use spell, right."

"Not bad."

"Why didn't you come to me later? I didn't see you and me in class. It was because of Was Sherlock's conflict?"

Hoffa used a fork to fork the bread, but broke the plate. He can't control his strength.

"What does it have to do with these animals?" Hoffa asked.

"Oh, just chat, I'm still quite curious about you." The man stared at Hoffa without blinking, "I heard you went to Dumbledore last night?"

"How do you know."

"Of course I know that Dumbledore can't teach you wandless use spell. He will only use you when he needs you, doesn't he?"

" p>

Hoffa as if was struck by lightning lifts the head, he saw the man leaning on the chair with his arms up, looking at himself jokingly:

"He is not a good teacher, Hoffa. Albus. Dumbledore will become an excellent leader, a leader of a lion group.

But definitely not an excellent teacher. An excellent teacher should put the feelings of his students first ."

The air gradually calmed down, some unknown emotions began to ferment, Hoffa straightened up, his body tense like a statue.

The wizard in black robes tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes sharpened like a falcon:

"Why didn't you come to me afterwards?"

Hoffa: "Because I didn't meet your requirements."

"Haha, that's it."

His expression suddenly changed from dangerous to friendly:

"In fact, it is not Yes, I never thought about not teaching you. You met my requirements two years ago.

I just think that maybe you still need some tempering to be worthy of the ability of wandless use spell.

p>

Before you relied too much on Dumbledore, and too much on this school. A Ravenclaw who relies on Gryffindor, how can I abandon the use spell of wand? I can’t think of an answer."

paused, He crossed his fingers:

"But now, I think you have been tempered almost."

"Really." The iron fork was bent into three pieces at Hoffa's fingertips. , He looked at the black and white cat on the table, "What have you done to my friend?"

"Can I finish the class, Hoffa."

Jacob Lifting a finger, the fork bent into three pieces by Hoffa returned to normal again.

"You still have to maintain the minimum respect for the teacher."

Hoffa looked at each other extremely pale, and forcibly didn't speak.

"Do you want to learn wandless use spell?"

The man asked: "Do you want to be truly independent?"

"Yes." Hoffa's voice was almost Squeezed from between the teeth.

"Very good."

The man began to talk, ignoring the look in Hoffa's almost murderous eyes.

“wandless use spell and wand use spell are two systems. There is wand use spell, which uses wand to deal with spells. I call it a rational process. It is a syllable, an action, and it is Strong control.

This kind of control is seemingly active to do something, but in fact it is passively accepting the rules of magic. It is like a clumsy boy pursuing a proud girl, good luck , It may take a long time to get her heart, bad luck, maybe work for many years but nothing.

And wandless use spell, I prefer to call it a perceptual process. Contact magic, understand magic, and Hug and kiss magic. If you can, it has nothing to do with it.

Attracting magic to bloom for you is more useful than any rigid rational study. If magic is willing to be with you, willing to do it for you Anything, then you don’t need those meaningless control processes."

While he was talking, the surrounding rubbish mountains and rivers flowed like a river. The forbidden objects accumulated for thousands of years seemed to have their own life. They separate and recombine each other, from a completely disordered state, stacked on top of each other to form one after another high-rise corridors, these corridors interspersed with each other, forming a tall building similar to the city.

Hoffa looked at the thousand-year-old garbage flying in the sky, the old potion bottles, the rusty swords, and the wolf Frisbee.

The other party is like a magnet, attracting different things to dance around him. What a powerful spirit strength field this is.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, understanding why the other party had to say that to himself.

I'm afraid the whole school, only I can understand what he is saying. Because my broken grip is also attracting elements to change for myself, using the spirit strength field to change the environment.

It turns out that there is only a layer of window paper between myself and wandless use spell. I have already learned wandless use spell from a teacher in my First Year.

And this teacher, who has never been in a certain side, is sitting in front of him now.

"How did you do it." Hoffa asked, closing her eyes.

"Faith."

The man puts up a finger:

"Live in this world with the attitude of changing the world by ten thousand percent, you just You can use the power of this world like an arm."

Hoffa's palm is clenched under the table.

Finally, he opened his eyes and asked: "Who are you?"