Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Hoffa leaned against the root of the wall, held the black and white cat, and listened to the conversation in the corridor with her head sideways.

Grindelwald: "What time is it?"

Dumbledore: "What did you say?"

Grindelwald said, "Oh, because depending on the time, He may be a person or a dragon now."

Dumbledore: "What do you mean, what dragon?"

Grindelwald: "Albus, you transported Dragon from other countries Go back to Hogwarts and ask Fatir Derasses to raise for you. You even convinced the alchemist Norbert Hagrid to work for you and let him mass produce dragon eggs for you. It is convenient for you to cultivate a group of elite soldiers on the wizard battlefield. Invincible.

But, do you think you know him well? That alchemist, do you think you can make him obedient by giving him a little profit?"

Dumbledore shakes For a moment: "Norbert. Hagrid is yours?"

"Hey, it's really not, poor Norbert, who just wants to study the ultimate creature that combines all the advantages of Dragon. I think you probably I have heard of it too."

Dumbledore, "That is impossible."

"Yes, it is indeed impossible. Because no matter how perfect the body is, there is no support from the soul, but just a what a joke . But a super body, coupled with Hoffa · Bach's repressed soul and instinct. tsk tsk tsk ......Albus, can you imagine that kind of monster?"

Dumbledore stepped back A few steps, looking at him in disbelief.

Grindelwald spreads out his hands: "Why, Headmaster Dumbledore, is it frustrating to lose control of everything? Do you feel that your efforts to control everything are in vain."

Dumbledore pulled out Wand and pressed it against Grindelwald's head. Wand's hard tip pushed Grindelwald's head crooked and pointed his head crooked.

Grindelwald raised a finger.

"A friendly reminder, a monster that is completely uncontrolled by anyone will appear. You and the rest of the students will stay here, and you may die at any time."

Dumbledore's chest undulated violently. He held the wand, gritted his teeth and said, "Horace, evacuate all the students and take them to the station."

The look pale Slughorn held the wand flat and slowly backed away .

After Slughorn was pushed away, Dumbledore asked sharply:

"Where is Bach?"

"It's too late."

"Where is Bach?" Dumbledore yelled, "He is only fourteen years old, and it has nothing to do with your or me."

"You and me? Grindelwald chuckled. "We stand in different ways, so don't say anything. Those who do not know the so-called words. "

Dumbledore: "What the hell do you want?" "

"Oh, have you finally thought of a deal negotiation?" "

Grindelwald pointed to the wand against his head.

Dumbledore put down the wand, and asked in a low voice:

"Huo , Fa, Ba, He, where, where, where? "

Grindelwald raised his hand:

"OK, I can tell you his location, but the next step is the key. As soon as we change one, either you let me go, and I tell you his position, you go to save him, or..."

Grindelwald stretched his hand forward: "You take me there Azkaban is all right. "

"You......."

Dumbledore's tone stagnated and fell into a silent silence.

Grindelwald grinned sarcastically. , "Why, Hitler didn't catch him when he came to you? Albus? Caught me, and the entire European wizard battlefield has been calmed for most of the time. "

After he said jokingly, there was only a depressing breathing in the corridor.

"Why, don't you speak?" "Grindelwald asked softly, "Or you want to kill me?" "

While speaking, he actually took out the long Elder Wand, put it on Dumbledore's hand, and put the wand on his head.

"It's not impossible. "

The other professors around were stunned. They held wand, or looked at each other in blank dismay, or looked at Dumbledore, completely devoid of their own opinions.

Dumbledore held the long Elder Wand and did not catch his breath, his face became paler. His gnashing teeth squeezed out a few words from his teeth,

"You...you devil ! "

"What about the devil?" The devil comes from reality. "Speaking of Grindelwald, his expression became cold,

"But I don't make gods. I never make gods that look perfect but have no flaws in illusory. "

Dumbledore's face muscles twitched, wand in his hands began to tremble, Grindelwald was extremely indifferent:

"Choose, Albus, whether to control me or save Bach. "

When this sentence came out, everyone held their breath, not only the professor holding the wand behind him, but even Hoffa who was eavesdropping upstairs also held his breath. He felt like he was just Like a tightrope walker, there is no safety rope, swaying in the air, and it is the trust in this school that keeps the spirit balanced.

Dumbledore stood in place, and in the end, he said every word. He said: "Send him to Azkaban. "

Half of the professors exclaimed,

"Albus! "

"Albus? "

"Dumbledore! "

"Shut up! "Dumbledore's face is as cold as iron at the moment, and he takes a step back.

"Tie this lunatic who believes oneself infallible and send it to Azkaban for trial. "

The professors of the Big Four houses hesitated for a moment, but under the orders of Deputy Headmistress, they still stepped forward and waved the wand.

Countless spells came from the wands of the professors. Grindelwald spewed out and turned into a red iron chain to bind Grindelwald tightly, circle after circle, layer after layer.

Grindelwald didn't even look at the restraints on his body, he whispered sarcastically. ; "A good leader, Albus. Just like you to your own younger sister, all these years, the real you have changed a little..."

Dumbledore took the long Elder Wand, not even think, punched Grindelwald. On his face, he hit him to crack his lips. His cheeks swelled up high.

But Grindelwald calmly lifts the head, licked his lips, and blinked in the distance, as if he was facing an invisible one Talking.

Dumbledore turned his head and followed Grindelwald’s eyes, but saw nothing.

......

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Grindelwald’s smile was clearly printed in Hoffa’s eyes.

As if the roller coaster reached the bottom, the power was suddenly cut off and he could no longer rise.

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He leaned against the wall, squatted down slowly, and took a breath.

At this moment, he finally understood Grindelwald’s plan. He just and honorable provoked himself and The relationship between Hogwarts and Dumbledore.

He understood the other party’s plan, but there was nothing he could do. He felt cold and powerless. All persistence in this brief moment lost its meaning. This is Azkaban’s dementor It never caused him any pain.

Sitting for a while, he hugged the cat and slowly wandered in Hogwarts.

Walking to an empty classroom on the third floor, He opened the door and walked in and put the black and white cat on the podium. He touched the cat's head, kissed her on the head, and whispered, "I'm sorry. "

There was a cat cry, unknown meaning.

Then Hoffa walked out of the classroom and locked the door.

He walked alone in the empty Hogwarts, fingers from Slowly across the stone bricks carved for thousands of years on the wall. For thousands of years, is there anyone in this school like himself. Alone walks in the corner, and there is no one around him.

He completely put down his disguise .

He began to think, to think about himself.

The more he thought, the more he found himself meaningless.

He thought of Miranda, he thought of Silby , He thinks of Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Fatir.

Everyone has their own plan, everyone has their own goals, except him.

until now He lives in the shadow of others. He passively prevents opponents, passively helps others, passively accepts other people’s ideas, and passively allows the world to change himself.

Except for some simple thoughts, he Never thought about what he really wanted. He didn’t understand his place in this universe at all.

He had no goals, no parents in his life, no Sirius-style godfather, or even There is no opponent like Voldemort to drive himself to revenge. He has no regrets in his previous life, and he doesn’t have much thoughts about matter.

After at first’s newness to magic, he gradually discovered magic And superpowers are a meaningless thing.

When I was a child, I thought magic was cool and dazzling, but it was just freshness and curiosity about things I had never seen before. But this kind of curiosity cannot fill oneself. Nothingness.

He has no pursuit, no motivation, no goal.

As a human being, his essence is blank.

Hogwarts can’t fill this. Blank.

No one can make up for this Innate blank.

He continues to think, can’t stop thinking.

He thinks about his feelings for Hogwarts. With his unreasonable love and hard to describe obsession, what exactly is he protecting?

Finally, he realizes that what he is protecting is not Hogwarts, but what he is protecting is actually his own life. Fantasy, desire for simplicity.

Reality is full of various desires, like a mix-up, ****, interest, dignity, reputation, war......

It is precisely because the reality is so cruel that he built a utopia in his heart, trying to project himself into this utopia.

But Hogwarts is not a utopia and has no responsibility. Where is Utopia, Hogwarts is just Hogwarts, and reality is just reality. Cruel, chaotic.

He walked to the school’s hunting ground, and the breeze blew across the snowy ground in winter, and he spit out a mouthful of frosty white mist.

I thought that I was Silby who was fighting in the sky last year. And now, Hoffa asks himself, will he make the same decision again?

He doesn't know.

The only thing he knows is that he can't go back anymore.

Either become the same as reality, or choose to destroy...

in the sky, a round of scarlet's full moon highlights. Hoffa walked to the edge of the hunting ground near the Black Lake, stood on a cliff more than a hundred meters, looked at the sparkling lake in front of him, and slowly turned around.

At this moment, his shadow follows behind him, pulling down Elder's length under the blood-red full moon. The shadow is simply not in the shape of a human, and it is winding like a venom with terrible colors.

Then the shadow struggled to get up from the ground, and quickly stretched into a transparent behemoth that was hundreds of meters long.

The young man stood in front of the giant dragon, not as long as its front tooth.

The gorgeous giant dragon exudes a pungent scent of sulfur, and whispers: "Do you think you can get rid of me? Use a simple and rude Chamber of Secrets?"

At this point, Hoffa calmed down surprisingly. He looked at the head of the giant dragon in front of him and said indifferently: "Do it."