Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

As night fell, Hoffa was awakened by a certain excitement and fanatical emotion from meditation. Even across the tent, he could feel the tremor and enthusiasm of the air. That is the expectation of thousands of wizards,

Open the curtain of that peacock tent.

Under the purple-red night, orange-yellow lights are everywhere.

Some foreign wizards have their upper bodies and pythons on their shoulders. The wand in their hands sprays out a silver band of light, floating in the air like a tree branch.

Whenever they play around with the tape. The onlookers would applaud and applaud enthusiastically. Some enthusiastic Quiddich fans even held hands and danced around the improvisational wizards, shouting unclear slogans.

On the left-hand side ten meters or so, there are a group of fire-fighting wizards. They hold small pipes with red light flashing, inhale deeply with their mouths, and when they open their mouths, they spit out flames like a dragon. .

The flames formed various shapes in the air, including zebras, reindeer, and goldfish. They twisted in the air, and after a moment of brilliance, they disappeared.

However, every splendid time brings cheers.

On the other side, a few hawkers pushing trolleys descended from the sky, holding trays, which were filled with strange things. There are luminous rose-shaped badges-green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria-and scream out the names of team members.

This reminds Hoffa of the light sticks and signs that fans will hold when they go to the idol concerts in the future. Although they are cheap, the number of people makes them very spectacular.

It was night at this moment, and he was in full vigor, and the idea of ​​looking for Harry rose in the mind again, but when he looked around, he felt that he took it for granted. Finding someone out of 100,000 wizards is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.

At this time, I don't know which Quiddich fan opened the beer in the distance and sprayed it all around. His action was like tearing down the Domino Bone Token. The men who were splashed with beer, not to be outdone, shook the beer one after another, spraying each other, foaming everywhere.

The person spilled by beer not only did not hide, but laughed heartily. Only those hawkers who do business helplessly prop up umbrellas on the carts, and they seem to be prepared.

Maybe happiness can be contagious. Looking at these carnival wizards, Hoffa can't help but feel better. He grinned, and the beer liquid falling in the air turned into With a flying butterfly, flying towards all around.

Suddenly, shuaa~, a group of people surrounded him.

"What kind of curse is that, here's one more, little brother!"

A man who had just finished drinking and was drunk and wrapped in the Irish National Team shawl hooked up His shoulders.

"That's transfiguration. At first glance, the school didn't teach well, and the curse was returned!" A knowledgeable person taunted.

"haha," the drinking man laughed roughly: "Whatever his magic, it's too good to look at, let's have another one."

Several Beauxbatons girls also stopped and stood far away. There, looking at Hoffa wrapped in a butterfly, they whispered to each other and laughed while covering their mouths.

Hoffa shook the head with a smile and refused the request of passers-by. He felt that he had something to do at night and didn't want to attract too much attention.

At this time, a few children in the tent next door got out of the crowd and reached out to catch the butterfly beside him. The butterfly flew fast, they didn't catch it, so they grabbed Hoffa's robe.

"Big Brother, change it again."

"Will you become candy?"

Hoffa thought for a while, bent over, smiled and asked The little girl living in his robe, "Really coming?"

The little girl wearing the Unicorn headgear was nodded hard, the corner of Hoffa's mouth raised, grabbed a flying colorful butterfly, and placed the butterfly on After shaking in front of the little girl, the butterfly turned into a small blowpipe in his hand. He held the blowpipe in his mouth. Suddenly, thousands of colorful bubbles flew out of his mouth, and those bubbles went straight into the sky.

"I want bubbles, I want bubbles..."

The kid under him jumped up, trying to catch the bubbles in the air.

Hoffa laughed, took the blowpipe from her mouth, turned it into a transparent bubble, bent over and handed it to the little girl next to him in the Unicorn headgear, and winked at his playful single eye.

The little girl haha ​​smiled and crushed the bubbles with her companion.

Therefore, all the bubbles in the sky made a crackle roar at the same time, turning into multi-colored fireworks, blooming strangely, and illuminating everyone's faces, magnificent.

The crowd screamed and cheered in shock, pointing to the sky.

Several young wizards holding Hoffa's robes looked stupidly at the sky, the boss with an open mouth, with longing in his eyes. Afterwards, the fireworks fell from the sky and turned into countless colorful candies.

The woman laughed, holding head, screaming away from the candy. The children rushed to the ground and scrambled for candies.

"It's an amazing transfiguration."

There was a light sigh behind him, Hoffa turned around and saw Nicholas Flamel standing behind him, exclaiming, "Even if Merlin is alive , And only this."

"Juggling, who doesn't know how to do it, it's all fake."

Hoffa shrugged: "Isn't this deceiving you?"

The crowd who picked up the candies on the ground had not had time to eat them. The candies became at first drinks, flowing away from their hands, and they all sighed. When they looked back to find the magical wizard, he had disappeared from the crowd.

At this time, somewhere in the distance of the woods, a deep and deep gong sounded. Immediately, thousands of red, green and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the road to the stadium.

The crowd immediately forgot the fake candies and yelled at each other. Like a river pouring into the sea, all rush to the Quiddich arena of gold and jade in glorious splendor.

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At the same time, on the edge of the swamp wetland, the Ministry of Magic Department of completed a day’s work The staff of Magical Games and Sports in small groups sit on the rocky floodplain of the swamp, or smoke and chat, or is life set up a bonfire and prepare food.

Basil is also one of them. When he took out a few frozen sausages from his luggage, countless fireworks exploded in the sky.

"I really took it. Even the fireworks were put on. I'm afraid that the muggle wouldn't notice it?"

A tin bucket of water was placed on the side of the bonfire, Basil Looking up, the complaining person was his colleague, Vast.

I saw him sitting by the campfire, took off his rubber boots, and looked at the fireworks in the distance with a dissatisfaction.

"Before, I had made repeated orders with us about the muggle secrecy regulations, huh, now it’s fine, I guess that fool Ludo. Bagman is taking the lead in setting off fireworks."

Handed him a grilled sausage, sitting in front of the bonfire, without looking up, "You care about them, who cares about muggle confidentiality regulations at this time, eat and eat, maybe we can catch up after eating. Competition."

"Why can't I control, the Director of the Sports Department is a human, I am also a human, he is a wizard, I am also a wizard."

Vast scooped out of the bucket A pot of water was put on the bonfire and gu lu lu was burned.

"You don't have his passion to explain the game...Wait, don't use the water in the swamp directly, it's not clean."

Basil look Talking about the kettle on the campfire.

"What's the difference between all water? It's really weird."

After that, he opened the kettle indifferently, put some tea in it, and stretched his waist. : "You go tonight, I'm not going."

"Don't you like to watch Quiddich?"

Basil looked at Vaster with the same eyes of monsters.

"Love, of course love."

Vast rolled the eyes, elated a sip of tea: "If I am full of wine, I will lie down comfortably On the chair, I let the game arouse my emotions. I am naturally willing. But after a day of tiredness, I still watch the game and I am sick. I plan to go to sleep in the tent after eating, and then I will go back to watch the broadcast tomorrow."

Basil was stunned, feeling that what his colleague said made sense. So he looked towards other colleagues who were chatting and farting next to him, "Charlie, are you going?"

"No."

The colleague who sits on the rock and smokes shrugs Shrugged, "I'm a muggle offspring and I like football."

"What about you, Sona?"

He asked another colleague who was building a tent in ding ding dong dong.

The colleague ignored him, just mechanically hammering nails on the rocky floodplain to prepare a place to sleep at night.

Basil scratched his head, thinking that his colleagues are a little weird.

A cold wind blows.

Basil shuddered and tightened his clothes tightly, "Don't you feel a little cold?"

"Cold, a little bit, maybe it's late."

Vast answered with closed eyes.

"No...I think...it's too cold..."

Basil clutched his abdomen and wrinkled frowned, "Obviously summer is here."

No one answered him, he was the only one who felt cold.

The two quietly ate by the fire for a while. At this time, Vast let go of the sausage, closed his eyes and stood up, his face a little pale.

"Suddenly...I want to sleep. After eating, go and watch the game by yourself." He stammered.

"Eh, you really don't go!?"

Basil said.

The colleague Vast didn't answer him, and turned around mechanically, each minding their own business opened the curtain of the tent and entered the tent.

Basil was a little confused. At this time, there was a deep and deep gong sound in the distance, and the Quiddich World Cup finals began. He hurriedly swallowed the sausage in two mouthfuls, stood up, and walked towards the world Cup stadium.

But when he walked through the entrance with the banner, he couldn't help thinking of his colleagues again. This is the Quiddich World Cup final, so why didn't he come.

After thinking about it, he decided to go back and persuade him.

During the night, he returned to the foggy rocky floodplain. His colleagues should still smoke, cook, cook, and set up tents. There was no conversation between.

"Sona, are you going to watch the finals?"

He came to the colleague who set up the tent, and saw him ding ding dong dong knocking on the nail, that nail Obviously he was stuck in a rock, and he didn't stop.

"Sona!?"

He didn't feel right, and he bent over to take a look.

The colleague closed his eyes and numbly raised the hammer, and dropped, raised the hammer, and fell, looking like he was asleep.

His...!

Basil sucked in a breath of cold air, with unknown and weird signs like blood pressure rising gradually, he pulled out wand.

Looking around all around, I found that my colleague who smoked had smoked the cigarette to his butt, and he didn't even notice it. The friend who was grilling sausages by the campfire had already burnt the sausages. The hazy mist drifted across their faces, and each of them closed their eyes.

"Hello...?"

He shouted tentatively, but no one answered.

His Adam's apple shook up and down, and opened the curtain of Vast's tent.

I saw my companion in a tweed suit standing there, his head nodding.

"Vast?"

He gave a tentative cry.

No one answered.

He walked up to his colleague and found that he also closed his eyes and his head kept twitching, just like a student dozing off in class.

"Vast, what's the matter with you?"

He grabbed his companion's shoulder and shook it vigorously.

Just like this, Vast in front of him was like a discouraged ball, and the whole person instantly softened down, as if his colleague was not a flesh and blood body, but an inflated rubber man.

This scene made Basil screamed like crazy, he couldn't stand this strange thing anymore, and rushed out of the tent.

As soon as he got out of the tent, he was petrified in place.

Outside the tent, in the mist of the swamp, I don’t know when there are a large number of men in black military uniforms. Standing silently in the marsh at night, like a sculpture.

Bone-to-the-bone cold wind blew out from behind the men with birdcage heads, blowing on people. Those bodies, which are like sleepwalking colleagues, fell off the skeleton like fragments, and turned into before they landed. Clouds of dust rolled off.

"Ah, he-he-he-they set off!"

In the distance, on the Quiddich stadium, the host Ludo. Bagman's scream is clearly visible, "This is Mullet Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Pass it to Mullet again! Troy! Levski! Moran!"

By the side of the gloomy marsh wetlands, a few soldiers holding torch and wearing bird cage stood silently , A low-hanging torch, lit the tent on the edge of the swamp.

Suddenly, the flames burst into the sky.

Basil turned his head and ran away without saying a word.