Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

If you want to leave Underground City, you must go to the exits at the top of those buildings and leave the false sky made of magic.

At this moment, the Underground City where the demons danced has been completely controlled by the wizard. Some low-level blood slaves who were addicted to blood were tied up by the wizard with ropes and transported to the exit in series.

After reaching an agreement with Hoffa, Tom did not care whether Hoffa would Disapparation or not. He disappeared in place with a plume of black smoke.

If it's the past, Hoffa might be confused and don't even know where this guy has gone.

But now his eyes are like a perspective hanging, accurately positioned to Riddle at the exit of Underground City hundreds of meters away.

He intends to become a Thunderbird and fly up, but he just tried hard under his feet, accompanied by a breeze. He disappeared directly in place, and when he reacted, he found that he had jumped directly from the ground to the top of the church. This span was at least fifty meters away, and he couldn't believe it because of the fast speed.

He touched the hideous three-ring scars on his chest with a bit of confusion. He didn't pay attention at first, but now he realized that in the night, his body seemed to have infinite vitality. That is not magic power, but pure physical power.

In order to experiment, he bent down, looked at the sky at the top, and exerted force on his legs.

bang!!

A hole was blown out at the top of the building.

When he can see his position again, he is already standing at the exit.

Tom Riddle looked at Hoffa who suddenly appeared next to him, frowning and asked: "Why doesn't your Disapparation fluctuate in magic power."

"I..." Hoffa Turning his eyes, said with a smile: "Energy saving and environmental protection, do you understand?"

"Ill."

Tom Riddle made a brief judgment, turned his head and left.

"Where are you going to continue Disapparation?" Hoffa followed behind him.

"No, the German muggle and wizard have a secret cooperation. They will spot fire strikes wherever the magic power fluctuates. I don't want to move to the destination and get a gun."

"Then you weren't Disapparation just now?"

"Bournemouth was imposing a concealment curse by the Ministry of Magic. The Germans could not detect it here, but when they went outside, they still cocked their tails. Right." He also laughed: "I don't know, how did you live here?" Hoffa didn't speak up, but he remembered that the first Ministry of Magic woman found himself When I sent Chloe, it seemed to have mentioned this, but it was a long time ago.

Tom took Hoffa outside the abandoned station. He raised his head and blew a whistle. Several black hairless wild beasts hovered down from the sky, silently. They are skinny, grow pair of wings, like a black horse that has been hungry for months with wings on.

It’s Thestral.

A magical creature that can only be seen by naked eye after seeing death.

Tom jumped on a Thestral, and the Thestral lifted its front hoof and flew straight up. Hoffa also climbed onto a Thestral and followed behind him.

The black creature looks really cool, but it feels uncomfortable to ride on rows of raised steel spikes. If it weren't for going to the countryside, Hoffa would rather fly behind Riddle by himself.

"Who are those people?" After riding on Thestral, Hoffa asked Tom, "Those guys with chains."

"White robe wizard of the church."

Tom's short answer.

"Church? When did Hogwarts and muggle's church cooperate?"

"How do I know, don't ask me, in short you remember that they are a bunch of bigots and stubborn , Stubborn ascetics are enough.” Tom said as he hurried impatiently, his attitude was terrible.

Hoffa: "..."

After a while, he asked curiously: "Why don't people from Ministry of Magic come here?"

"Ministry of Magic? ha ha ha ....."

Tom laughed, and after laughing, he looked at Hoffa sarcastically, "Since your father-in-law came to power, the entire Ministry of Magic It becomes a concentration camp where people eat and wait to die. Heaven knows what they’re doing every day."

He slanted his eyes again, frigid irony and scorching satire: "What are you doing? Concerned, could it be that you want to join the pure-blood family and change your surname, oh sorry, that little girl is dead, what is her name..."

"I don't want to talk about this, Tom."

Hoffa said calmly, without seeing any expressions.

"I really don't understand why you came back. Isn't the outside world much more exciting than a little Hogwarts."

Tom didn't mean to shut up at all, this guy Probably it was because he had been pretending to be a student in the school for a long time. When he was in front of him, his mean nature was unscrupulously exposed, "Hey, I ask you, you sold weapons outside and made a lot of gold Galleon, right?"

"You killed your father."

Hoffa interrupted him blankly.

Tom's face immediately became as ugly as eating shit, and the two of them did not speak any more since then. Thestral rides the updraft at night, all the way up.

When the time was approaching three o’clock in the morning, they passed through the thin air and came to an altitude of at least five kilometers above the ground. Here is the world of clouds. Clouds of various shapes are towering in the night. Like mountains, it is very steep.

Flying here, Thestral doesn't move anymore. They sprayed white mist from their thick nostrils, and their huge chests undulated like bellows.

Hoffa looked at Tom and wanted to know his intention to bring himself here, but Tom pushed Thestral away, climbed down several kilometers above the ground, and stepped on a thin cloud. Up, the cloud only swayed up and down, then firmly supported him.

"Let's go, don't go beyond the clouds." He suddenly looked upset, "Damn, why should I remind a birdman."

Hoffa rolled the eyes, pushed Thestral away and stepped on the clouds. The touch of the soles of the feet is as soft as cotton, as if they will be stepped on in the next second and let themselves fall. But it didn't wear it, and after a short shot, it lifted him up.

Tom went all the way and walked into the clouds like mountains. Outside were dark clouds, and inside were brightly lit construction works.

Looking closer, they are mostly made up of various wooden boxes, and there are a lot of them. The wooden boxes are piled together to become a corridor and a building.

Many students in Slytherin green robes are here and there, some of them are carrying supplies, some are feeding Thestral, some are waving wand and practicing magic spells.

At the feet of Hoffa, there are some house elfs carrying large boxes, dexterously shuttled through the crowd, tying the boxes neat and tidy together to form a new corridor.

Their actions remind people of ants. At first glance, this cloud fortress looks like a giant ant nest floating in the air.

Even though he was worried about Chloe’s safety and his own fate, he was still surprised by the sight in front of him.

Maybe this is the foundation of Hogwarts, Hoffa thought, this sky fortress can take the wizard to where they want to go without being discovered by other hostile wizards or muggles.

After entering the cloud base, the poisonous snake on Tom’s face disappeared without a trace, and the smile Keju greeted the surrounding students, even if the elf accidentally used it When the box touches him, he will smile and say it's okay.

And Hoffa pulled up the hood of the deceased suit from behind and put it on his head. For various reasons, he doesn't want to be recognized by people in the school once, which makes him feel like Time Reverse replied the past, and he just doesn't want to go back to the past, let alone recall the past.

Not far, he saw a group of house elf's shoulders were replaced by wooden boxes with steel bars, and they ran past, orderly forming the steel bars into a cage.

Going forward, all kinds of creatures are locked in iron cages, roaring or whimpering.

He saw Ghoul crawling on the ground, a werewolf holding a railing wu wu barking, and Grindylow wriggling like a jelly. It was also about crashing in the water tank. The glass Merpeople has sharp teeth and porous cheeks. Every time it hits, it will be stabbed by the blue spell on the glass and bounce back, but it will persevere and hit it again and again.

These iron cages were filled with dangerous spells, which sealed these anomalous creatures firmly in them. When he walked to the front iron cage, he also saw a familiar guy.

The number 19 female Vampire caught by Ryan and herself, named Gilia, is also locked in a cage at the moment, her face is pale and pale, her hair is withered, and she is motionless in the corner.

Detecting the two coming over, she glanced at Hoffa, then curled up into a ball with her knees.

Riddle looked at the cage in disgust, "these all are the monsters we caught from all over Britain. If you want me to say, these things that have no experimental value at all should be dealt with long ago. A waste of resources."

"Then why don't you deal with it?"

"Hogwarts is not just a house. Your red beard head is very interested in these strange things. ."

His tone is mean and sarcasm, revealing a deep disdain and arrogance.

Hoffa understands Riddle's disgust. Perhaps in his eyes, only a pureblood wizard is considered a human being. As for muggle or the magical creature in it, it is no different from a two-legged sheep or a mule in his eyes.

"Where's Ryan?"

Seeing Vampire, Hoffa remembered his cheap friend, but he did not return after sending the letter.

"You said that Hufflepuff?"

"That's right."

"It's closed, it's being checked, I still have something to ask him." Tom Riddle was standing in front of Vampire's cage, casually said.

The woman in the cage suddenly stood up and struggled and rushed towards Tom, but when she was close to the steel bar, she was charged back by an electric current, shaking like chaff all over.

Tom glanced at her with interest, then turned around and pressed Hoffa: "Say it first, I don’t care where you heard the previous rumors, but you have to dare to talk nonsense in front of Slughorn. In one sentence, I will kill you. Understand, I did what I said."

Hoffa nodded, "If you can."

Tom raised his head and flicked his robe forward He walked and pushed open the half-hidden iron door at the end of the corridor. The room was full of smoke. In the smoke, Hoffa saw his former potion tutor, Horace Slughorn, lying on a recliner. He was as fat as ever, and the buttons on his chest seemed to be supported by the fat of his belly. Open the same. But he should be sick, with a transparent catheter stuck in his arm, and he is being infused. He looked pale and stared at the ceiling blankly. It's like a big elephant that has become melancholy because of decadence.

Several young Slytherin girls are preparing some potion next to him, the cauldron is gurgling with heat, which is the source of the surrounding smoke.

"Professor, who did I see?"

Tom Riddle bent over one knee on the recliner, his expression became natural and elegant.

Slughorn turned his head sickly. When he saw the teenager standing in front of his face, he was taken aback for a while, and then he sat up hard, grabbing a pair of glasses with his stubby fingers and clasping his face. , Looked at him in surprise.

"You...!? Bach?"

He threw away his glasses, "Why are you back!? Come on, come on, let me see you. "

Hoffa’s eyes are a little sour. This Old Guy was a bit snobbish when he was in school, but he was still good to himself. Although he left school, it’s not surprising that he hates this school. In fact, he still missed the people and things in school quite a bit.

He came to the lounge chair, the smoky room, his eyes were focused on him, Slughorn's eyes were bright, he writhed his butt restlessly and sat up from the lounge chair, his pale face made of excitement. Restore blood. When I look at Hoffa, I look at some rare baby.

"Yuli, Julie, where's my pipe?"

A pretty high-grade Slytherin girl who is stirring the cauldron beside her turned her head and looked cold. "You can't smoke yet, Professor."

"Oh, damn, who is coming, Julie, can't you make me happy at this time?"

The Slytherin girl glanced at Hoffa, took out a dish of candy from the drawer, placed it between Hoffa and Slughorn, and said coldly: "Slowly use it."

Slughorn, smash your mouth, like frustrated Leaning on the recliner like his ball, desperately said: "Go out, Julie, if I can, I really want to put an F on your final grade."

The Slytherin girl gracefully picked Putting on his own mask, Pack good stuff, and before going out, he bent over and kissed Tom Riddle on the face. His appearance was cold and gentle, which was enviable.

When there were only three people left in the room, Tom Riddle smiled and took a beautiful meerschaum pipe from his pocket and handed it over.

"Don't talk to Julie, Professor." He smiled naturally and funny.

Slughorn’s eyes lit up, he took the pipe, pointed at Tom Riddle with his stubby fingers, and said, "You, you, if every Slytherin student is like you, I should Don't worry."

After he finished speaking, he took a sip of cigarette intoxicated, then exhaled a cloud of smoke with great comfort, and finally turned back from the excitement. He leaned on the chair and changed back to that Slytherin's head again,

"Tom, get two more chairs." Slughorn gave the order.

Tom Riddle swiped wand gracefully and transformed into two soft cushion sofas. He sat down, crossed his fingers, and smiled: "I want to know that Bach is here, and maybe he will take on the task of searching Bournemouth. You know, when we wear open pants, we just want to be better than better. Friends."

Ignore Riddle's bullshit, he came to the recliner and held the fat professor's stupid arm, "What's the matter, professor? You are injured?"

"Oh, damn rare beast dripping mouth. Last time in Birmingham, a damn black witch used a curse to break a leg." He sprayed out a puff of smoke and lifted his robe to reveal There was a bandage under the robe, and it was wrapped tightly around his thighs, "But that guy didn't get any benefit. I turned him into a frog and locked it in a bottle."

After that, he looked at Hoffa in an imposing manner, "What have you been doing lately? There is no letter. Albus always mentions you to me, his tone is always full of self-blame."

"I run outside, and I usually do private work. Because the blockade is too strict, it is difficult for me to contact the school." Hoffa said slightly apologetically: "This time I took the initiative to see the professor. I have very important information to tell you. "

Looking at Hoffa's serious face, Slughorn couldn't help sitting up straight. The smile on Tom Riddle's face narrowed, his eyes drooping.

Slughorn didn't mean to let Tom go, Hoffa

He didn't mind that the future Dark Lord heard the absurd and ridiculous story he encountered.

So, on the side of the fireplace, he talked about the incident to Slughorn in a short cut, only slightly modified the end of the story, and did not say that Mans burst his chest, only said I was knocked out by him. Saved the subsequent encounters in the blood pool.

After speaking, the room was silent, and even the sound of smoking stopped. After a while, Slughorn spit out a smoke ring.

puci!

Tom suddenly couldn’t help laughing and blowing away the smoke ring:

"You mean, there was a muggle officer who killed all the wizards in Germany with poison. And Vampire, and that officer is also from Germany?"

"Yes."

"Impossible, this is ridiculous." Tom said, shaking his head like a rattle .

"You treat us as fools, Bach, please use some snacks when composing stories. Vampire was poisoned to death. How could this happen?"

, He stood up and poured himself a cup of black tea: "No one will do anything to you, Bach. Those are heinous sinners who kill them and kill them. The Ministry of Magic estimates that they will give you a Merlin Knight medal."

Hoffa ignores Tom, just looks at Potions' Professor.

Slughorn has a solemn face. After thinking for a while, he slowly said:

"It's not impossible, and Vampire is not completely Immortal Body. If the poison exceeds a certain level, Dosage, it will indeed die. However, you said that the muggle officer was pierced with a knife in his chest and nothing happened. This makes me a little bit incomprehensible."

"I can't understand either."

Hoffa lowered his head, touched the glass bottle around his waist, did not say anything about the ancient Spiritual God, he didn't want to be considered a lunatic, and that was not the purpose of his coming here. "Anyway, I don’t want to be identified as the culprit of this underground murder, I really am not. I would like to ask Professor Slughorn to temporarily block the news in this city."

"This is what you see My reason."

Slughorn gave him a deep look, "Are you afraid of being targeted by those German wizards?"

"Yes."

"Actually, it doesn’t matter if you admit it, Hoffa, have you considered this kind of probability? When you go back to school, we will protect you. No one can threaten you."

Slughorn twisted his belly. With rays of light in your eyes: "If you don’t like some of Albus’s strategies, it’s okay. I can use the relationship to transfer you to our house..."

"cough cough !"

The face of Tom drinking tea turned green and he coughed violently. Hoffa quickly stood up and interrupted Slughorn.

"No, professor, I have many other things to do, which must be done outside."

"What is more important than fate."

Slughorn took a puff of cigarette, and said dissatisfied: "forgive me to speak bluntly, you are indeed a very good wizard, maybe one of the very best among all the students I have taught, but this year Even the most talented wizard is in danger of falling. You need protection, Hoffa."

"Can you, Professor?"

Hoffa did not answer his question. Just looking at him expectantly.

The fat Slytherin head leaned against the fire and looked at the gray-haired boy in front of him. After realizing that he could not persuade him, he put down his pipe and let out a long sigh.

"It's difficult, Bach. If you just find a bunch of dead bodies without telling the culprit, then the reporter of Daily Prophet, the spokesperson of Ministry of Magic, and the public will not be satisfied."

paused, he said again: "Take ten thousand steps, even if what you say is true, I will help you to keep things down. But the officer, he doesn’t have a long mouth, he can go everywhere. Propaganda, saying that you killed the person. This kind of thing, one pass ten, ten pass a hundred, and finally true or false, no one can tell."

"Unless... I caught him back." Hoffa said slowly.

"Catch him back?"

Slughorn looked at him in surprise.

"Is it possible that everything you said is true!? There is really someone who poisoned the...wizard and Vampire to death?"

"Yes, he is not a wizard, he can't Disapparation, he entered Underground City, but he can leave Underground City if he can't see it. Therefore, he must still be in Vampire's nest, just hiding. As long as I find him, everything will be solved. "

Hoffa speaks quickly: "Just give me a few days, help me, professor."

"You are afraid that you are not going to find a muggle to memorize it for you. Pot."

Tom Riddle said coldly on the side: "This kind of thing is very despicable."

"I will catch him alive in front of you, when the time comes You also stab him in the chest with a knife, and you know what I said is true."

Looking at Hoffa's solemnly vowed appearance, Slughorn slowly leaned back on the chair and touched it. Lay’s chin fell into thinking. After the tobacco in the meerschaum pipe burned out, he finally lifted the head:

"Yes, I will give you a week. Within a week, I will not take Bourne Tell anyone what happened in Mous, but if the murderer is still not found after a week, I have to at least report the incident to the school. When the time comes Hogwarts, it’s not what I can say. ."