Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

After meeting with the former Potions teacher, Hoffa got the information blockade he wanted. Although the blockade was only a week, it also let him relax.

As long as the information is not immediately leaked, he still has time to crack Mans’s conspiracy. Anyway, in order to retrieve Chloe, he will catch that guy sooner or later.

Tom Riddle seems to have something to discuss with Slughorn. Hoffa didn't stay any longer. He got up to bid farewell to the former potion tutor and walked out of the convalescent ward.

Time has come to dawn, and the sky in the distance reveals grey dawn. At this time, a faint drowsiness rose in the mind. It was a very subtle feeling. It was mixed with disgust, exhaustion, and the effects of declining strength. It made him want to go back to the gloomy room of Slughorn.

What's the matter, Hoffa covered his eyes and looked at the sun in the distance. The sun at dawn was like a screaming child, annoying him, and the sun looked much dazzling than usual.

Looking at it, he couldn't open his eyes.

When he was sleepy, he felt more and more awkward, his vision became blurred, and his strength faded faster and faster. He sat on the ground gasping for breath, tearing open the clothes on his chest, his chest was originally bright red At the moment, the scar on the three rings became extremely dim and faded.

Even if he is stupid, he knows what happened. After being reborn in the blood pool, he has some characteristics of Vampire. At night, he will become infinitely vigorous, but he can't see the sun. Everything is reversed. .

"Damn!" he scolded. "It's so great at night, what a fart!?"

The little excitement of getting Slughorn's help suddenly disappeared. Originally, he thought he had gained the power of Spiritual God because of a blessing in disguise, but now that this power is incomparably incomparable.

If the power of the night is necessarily accompanied by the weakness of the day, then he would rather choose the previous balance.

The sun gradually rises, and the feeling of sleepiness is getting stronger. When late in the morning, he has yawned, and his sleepy head does not raise.

A house elf accidentally When I hit him, the box on his head was scattered all over the floor. It apologized again and again, Hoffa helped it up and yawned and said, "Hey...you...can you...can you please prepare a room for me... .... I think... I want to sleep for a while..."

The elf immediately stood upright, "Of course, sir."

Then, a group of house elf popped up. They lined up against the boxes and placed the boxes on the ground like building blocks. It didn’t take long to build a small house on the ground with a bed made of wooden boxes. , Those house elf even put a soft quilt on the bed intimately.

The new house smelled of sawdust, but Hoffa couldn't take care of it either. When he fell on the quilt, his eyes couldn't open.

At this time, he hated Mans so much and turned himself into this inhuman and ghostly appearance. Before falling asleep, he muttered extremely unwillingly: "You wait, I must kill you. ......"

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When he opens his eyes again, he Standing at King's Cross Station in London, it turned into the appearance of eleven years old. At this time, it was raining heavily with rustling sound in the sky. He was pushing a small cart with some luggage, and the pedestrians around him looked very blurred.

He didn't think about how to get here, and he couldn't remember. He only remembered that today was September 1st, the school day, and he had to pass through the 9/1/4/2021 station to go to Hogwarts to go to school.

So he pushed the car and ran forward, and when he was about to hit the wall, the rustling sound of the car scattered to the ground, and he also fell. After getting up, I found myself hitting a girl.

This scene made him feel a little familiar, so he hurried to help the girl. After helping the girl up, he found that she actually had Chloe's face and burgundy hair.

"You... are you okay." He stammered, thinking something was wrong.

"It's okay."

The little girl replied as if mosquitoes, she moved nervously, standing in place with her legs inside.

Hoffa bent over to help her pack things, and she squatted down and helped him pack things together. After the pack was over, they walked through the stone wall of the nine and three-quarters station together and stepped on to Hogwarts train.

1 month later, he was riding a rickety broomstick on the playground of the Hogwarts castle, looking at others' skilled Mobiliarbus in the sky, full of envy.

Time passed, a few years later.

Also on the broomstick, he waved the stick high-spirited and vigorous, a quaffle approached extremely fast, and he drew it forcefully.

With a crisp slap, the quaffle circled a charming arc and fell into a round frame in the distance.

"250 to 90! This is a game score that cannot be rewritten even if a golden snitch is caught! Ravenclaw's Legendary player Hoffa Bach once again sent the team to a position close to the championship.... ...!"

The commentator yelled desperately on the stage, with a fanatical expression. Hoffa was flying in the sky, looking around happily and proudly. In the crowd, he saw a redhead in the stands. The girl covered her mouth and looked at herself with tears in her eyes.

Time flies.

This time, he was lying in front of the fireplace in the warm living room, holding a wine bottle in one hand, his left leg stretched straight, and a thick bandage wrapped around that leg.

"I think it's time to live a little more realistically."

The red-haired young woman knelt and sat on the other end of the coffee table, changing the medicine for his injured leg, and said with some anxiety. : "You can't play Quiddich like this all day, something will happen one day..."

"What can I do," Hoffa took a sip of wine and said sadly, "I I don’t want to work for the guys from Gringotts and Ministry of Magic."

"That’s no way." Alley has a potion shop..."

"Enough!"

Hoffa slapped the peng peng on the table, "Can you please stop telling me about these Nothing? Do you think I am someone who depends on your parents?"

Time flies.

A few years later, he was sitting at the front desk of the potion shop, wiping the cauldron in the counter one after another. A little boy stood in front of him: "Dad, this year's crucible, I want brass."

"Why, everyone else uses tin."

" Who told you that everyone else uses tin? Those guys at Slytherin have a copper one."

"Then you can make money to buy it."

He threw away his hand in annoyance. Rags.

The child burst into tears.

Time flies again.

Ten years later, when he was sitting on a bed in St. Mungo's Hospital, a doctor in a white lab coat looked at a long list: "Fortunately, it was discovered in a timely manner. No, do you want treatment?"

"The cost of treatment is..."

"One thousand gold Galleons." Paused, the doctor added: "Every week "

Hoffa looked nervously at the middle-aged red-haired woman outside the door and the tall young man standing beside her, feeling extremely depressed for a while.

Time flies again.

He is sitting in a wheelchair stubbornly, with a paper crown on his head and a few ribbons hanging on his shoulders. In front stood a row of laughing men and women. Some of them were wearing pointed Red Caps, some were holding spray guns, and some were cutting cakes on the table.

There is a middle-aged man in the crowd holding a child, holding up a cup, "Wish, the greatest father in the world, happy seventieth birthday."

"Happy birthday ~"

Everyone in front of me raised the cup.

This scene reminds Hoffa in the wheelchair. It seems that many, many years ago, he had a dream. In the dream, there are many Vampires raising glasses to celebrate father’s birthday... The vague memory made him a little irritable, and he felt that the older he was, the more useless his brain was.

"I have to go out and breathe," he said.

The middle-aged man in the crowd immediately put down the child to push his wheelchair, but he flatly refused.

A few minutes later, he rolled his wheelchair on the side of the road, watching the young children passing by him riding their bicycles and laughing. He always felt that there was something missing in his life. I have been muddleheaded for a lifetime, and it seems that what I get is not what I want.

Drop! !

A harsh whistle came from behind.

He turned his head to look, and the dazzling lights flashed at a very fast speed. It was a young locomotive party riding a motorcycle, and he didn't have time to stop the car when turning.

"I..."

Boom!

An angry curse stuck in his throat, and he was hit by a motorcycle as he couldn't dodge.

With a spine ka-cha, the two wheels of the wheelchair flew into the sky, Hoffa's head and buttocks came into close contact, and the eyes were instantly dark.

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"Fack!!"

He jerked from I woke up in my sleep, in front of me was a dark room with a dim oil lamp. In the room built by house elf, the strange new wood smell remained.

But Hoffa felt as if it had been a century long, the feeling of melancholy pain and the feeling of being a world away was so strong that he almost couldn't even distinguish between dreams and reality. Knowing what was happening, he jumped off the bed, suddenly took out the glass ball from his waist, and stared at the monster inside.

"What did you do?"

The monster in the glass ball has woken up at this moment. It is circling and flashing in the ball, looking very happy, "I said, You will either spend the night sucking blood or you will spend the nightmare."

"That is obviously daytime!"

Hoffa gnashing Hold the glass ball with his teeth. In just one day's sleep, he actually passed a whole life again, and it was a very useless and frustrated life. In the end, he was hit and killed by a motorcycle, which is really funny.

"For you, it is night. You are blessed by the night god, but at the same time, you are cursed by the day. Day and night are turned upside down for you."

Hoffa looked outside, It was dark now, but in his eyes, the black night was as clear as the day.

"I don't want to have a nightmare everyday all!?"

"As long as you sleep." The little monster answered immediately.

Hoffa bends down and picks up a piece of wood from the ground, pointing at the glass ball, her hands shaking, "Why?"

"Whenever a person gets mood swings in a nightmare, My strength will increase by 1 point."

"You still say that I am not your believer!?"

Hoffa is trying to smash, but the little monster has no sense of fear. "I saved you, if it weren’t for hiding in my nightmare world, with your level of power, sooner or later would be burned to ashes by the sun." It turned around in the glass ball, "Just because I had a dream Are you going to crush me?"

"But you are not allowed to pry into my heart!" he said angrily.

"Nothing unusual. Forgive me to speak bluntly, this is a rather boring nightmare."

"You......"

Hoffa wanted to shoot it to death with a stick, but he felt that it was impossible to shoot a god with a stick. Moreover, he felt that what the other party said was reasonable. It was indeed a very boring nightmare, but it was because it was so boring. More terrifying.

"Damn..." He threw away the plank and the glass ball on the bed.

On the box beside the bed, there was a glass of ice water from house elf. He raised his head and drank it. Slowly, he calmed down from the nightmare palpitations.

After calming down, he pulled open his chest and pointed at the hideous scar and said: "I can't recover anymore, I can only go out at night like Vampire?"

"Nothing can't be changed, you are still very young, and there is still a lot of way to go," the little monster said.

Hoffa felt a little better. He buttoned up his clothes:

"The night god saved me, but you got the benefit. Even if I came to see you, you are too Rogue."

"I can answer your questions, if you have one."

The little monster calmly said: "Trust me, I have seen hundreds of millions of people In my heart, I know the endless mysteries. It is very worthwhile to exchange the price of nightmares every night for my company."

"The last time I asked you how to beat Mans, you did not answer. Now I want to What a big talk."

"That's because you already know the answer," the little monster said.

"I know? How do I know!" Hoffa puzzled: "If you want to know the answer, I was pierced into the heart by him..."

Suddenly, he stopped talking. . Lost in thought.

He thought of the last time in a nightmare that the man named Aldo had reminded himself that Mans was very terrifying, but he did not pay enough attention to his words, which led to a very heavy price. He almost lost his life.

However, before he died, Aldo had told himself that if he was not his opponent, he could try black mistletoe.

"What is black mistletoe....?"