Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

On September 1st, a torrential rain poured down from the sky like a torrent.

National King's Cross Station. Nine and three-quarters of the platform.

An old man pushed a cart slowly forward. He has one-eyed one-legged hair, gray hair, and a cane, walking very slowly.

Beside him, there are countless crowded adult wizards and young wizards. And in the cage of his cart, a blue and white golden eye owl stands.

The owl motionless was standing in the cage, in stark contrast to the croaking pets around him.

"This leg...this eye, damn it!"

The one-eyed one-legged old man cursed in a low voice as he walked, "I don’t know how to go and how awkward it is. How bastard walks so fast!"

The owl in the cage gave the old man a cold glance, and the old man closed his mouth immediately, with a calm expression.

There is no doubt that owl is Hoffa, even though Voldemort asked him to pretend to be Moody, he still poured Polyjuice Potion into Barty Jr.'s mouth.

He is not stupid. If nothing can be changed, then he might as well follow the boat and proceed according to the original plan. Ask Barty Jr. to send Harry Potter back so that when the matter is over, he will tamper with Barty Jr.'s memory so that even Dumbledore will not find out that he exists.

But he can't let Barty Jr., a bad spirit guy act wilfully, and simply turn into an owl and stay by his side to prevent him from doing anything out of the ordinary.

Fortunately, since he defeated Moody, this guy has been changing tricks to please himself, pours tea for himself almost all the time, and after riding his horse, he will satisfy his needs as the first priority, he said One, Barty Jr. can hardly say two.

"Professor Moody!"

Suddenly, Moody (Barty Jr.) and Hoffa, who were about to board the train, heard someone calling in the distance.

Turning around, the person here is a tall and handsome boy. He is wearing a yellow and black robe. Hoffa can’t help but think of Tom Riddle who was still in Hogwarts before, and that smile makes him I can't help but think of Ryan, who had sex with a female Vampire many years ago.

It happened to be a beautiful girl with an Asian face standing beside him. She was holding an umbrella in the rain, with black hair, blue and black robe, and light eye makeup. Many boys around couldn't help casting longing glances at her.

owl Hoffa stared at the girl for a long time before realizing her identity. Autumn. Zhang.

She looks much better than in the movies. Hoffa used to watch movies when she was curious about how an Asian girl who couldn’t even attract Asians attracted Hogwarts’ two consecutive top brave men. Now it seems , Probably because European directors do not understand Asian aesthetics.

Qiu Zhang seems to have also noticed Hoffa's gaze. She raised her umbrella and looked at Owl, tilting her head.

Sixth Sense of a woman...

Hoffa murmured, shaking the feathers on her body, and turned her attention to Cedric who was walking alone.

"Are you the professor of this year, Alastor Moody?"

Cedric Diggory bowed slightly, and then asked.

"It's me."

Barty Jr. said frankly.

"Ah, my name is Cedric. Diggory."

The handsome boy extends the hand with his head high and his chest is shining: "My father has been in front of me many times I mentioned you and said that you are the greatest Auror of this century. There is no one."

"Oh, that's it."

Moody (Barty Jr.) ignored the front The palm said sharply: "That's really a very high evaluation!"

Fluttering.

The owl in the cage spread its wings and flapped twice.

Moody immediately smiled warmly and shook Cedric Diggory's hand: "Ah, I haven't seen Amos for a long time. I heard that he is now working in the management department of magical creatures. He How is your body?"

"Ah, my father is in good health."

Segrik released his hand happily, scratching his head with a simple look, and his eyes shifted to On the box of the trolley.

"Yeah, is this the owl you raised? It's very beautiful."

Hoffa in the cage turned his head in parallel ninety degrees and glanced coldly at Sedri’s .Diggory, wondering what happened to this guy? The set almost fits on yourself?

Moody (Barty Jr.) stood in front of the cage a little anxiously, and said in a reserved tone of professor, "You, what is it, waiting for me here?"

"Oh, that's it."

Cedric Digo looked away from Hoffa, took out a document from his robe, and stuffed it to Moody.

"My father asked me to tell you that your minor problems have been solved, so you don’t have to worry about it. Also, the Improper Use of Magic Office Arthur .Mr. Weasley has done a lot. My father thinks, If you are free, you can write him a letter."

Cedric speaks very decently, and of course he can't fault him.

Hoffa in the cage is clear. It turned out to be the same thing. In the original work, it was Arthur Weasley and Amos Diggory who settled the chaos caused by the conflict between Moody and Barty Jr. before he left. , It’s just that if this matter is viewed from Harry’s point of view, there is no follow-up, but if viewed from his own point of view...

Hoffa’s head turned 180 degrees, look Cho Chang, who was holding an umbrella in the distance and waiting for Diggory, ignoring the boys to strike up a conversation, thought that women are the gatekeepers of life, men's touchstones, and multiplication barriers. They represent natural selection and shoulder the mission of mankind's continuation.

The other champion of Hogwarts does have his unique style, mature and humble. At a young age, he would not one drop of water can leak out, point out his father without a trace to help him solve the trouble, and humbly give the credit to Arthur Weasley.

If I were a woman, I'm afraid I would choose Cedric instead of Harry who seems immature.

If the person standing here is true. Alastor Moody, you have to look at Cedric with admiration, and because you owe him a favor to father, you must take care of him in class.

The only pity is that the real Moody is now locked in a box under his feet.

Barty Jr. picked up the document and glanced at it, with a pretended expression: "I see, I really trouble you, I will pay attention to it in the future."

"Ah, very good."

Cedric .Diggory showed a smile that could melt countless young girls' hearts, as if the clouds in the sky were all scattered.

"Then I won't bother Mr., goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Cedric waved to Moody, turned and walked towards Cho Chang. Taking the umbrella in her hand, the two walked side by side to the carriage in the distance.

"Diggory..."

Barty Jr. stuffed the documents into his chest, pushing the cart and sneered, "hmph, the red-necked Old Turtle can also Give birth to this kind of son, I am afraid that his wife stole who outside."

Hoffa: "..."

Barty Jr. took Hoffa into the train, I found an empty carriage with no one in the back row and got in.

The first thing he did when he entered was to lock the door immediately, respectfully took the bird cage down, put it on the small table, and then opened the bird cage for him.

The train slammed on the rails, and Hoffa walked out of the birdcage with his feathers shaking, looking at the Scottish mountains outside the train, feeling a little strange in his heart.

The train is still a train, Scotland is still Scotland, and it is no different from fifty years ago, but his mood is no longer the state of mind of fifty years, without the excitement of seeing it for the first time. There is no pressing to escape, only a unique nostalgia.

"Are you thirsty, Mr. Bach?"

Barty Jr., who became Moody, asked Owl in a Wormtail tone.

"potion."

owl speak human's words, appearing very indifferent.

"Okay."

Barty Jr. quickly pulled out a glass tube filled with blue liquid from under the table, placed it on the table, and opened the lid respectfully.

Hoffa throbbed his slender bird's legs, stretched out his pointed mouth, and took a sip in the blue tube.

"Bone fragment."

"Ok."

Barty Jr. took a bone fragment from his chest and placed it in front of owl.

Hoffa: "Magnifying glass."

tone barely fell, Barty Jr. took out a round magnifying glass from his chest and placed it in front of Owl's head.

Hoffa stared at a black bone fragment in front of him through a magnifying glass, and Golden's eyes did not blink.

This is one of several spoils of war he seized from Alastor Moody.

The cold breath on the bone fragments made him feel obsessed. If he wants to resurrect Aglaia, he must find her soul. To find her soul, Hoffa must go to Death Secret Realm Helheim.

Fifty years have passed. The old hunting field guard Joey is afraid that he is no longer alive. He can't remember exactly how Joey opened Death Secret Realm. But he felt that perhaps the breath contained in this black bone piece might be one of the clues.

After observing this for more than an hour, Barty Jr.'s hands are a little sore, and he can’t help asking:

"Mr. Bach, you have been observing this A bone, is it so strange?"

"What do you know?" Hoffa, who became an owl, didn't look up.

"Mr. Bach, you are only a fresh graduate." Barty Jr. asked tentatively.

Hoffa focused on the bones, not caring what Barty Jr. was asking.

"It's really terrifying, the current Hogwarts students, people like you, must have attracted much attention in the school." Barty Jr. asked again.

"Huh?"

"Mr. Bach, I have been unable to figure out a problem."

"What's the problem?" Hoffa was unhappy and divided a part of attention. force.

"How can a person like you have no reputation?" Barty Jr. frowned and asked, "As if I had never heard of you."

"Is it related to you? "

Hoffa angered Barty Jr. and continued to study bone fragments.

"How did you get pierced through the heart without dying?"

"I can't answer."

"If I was pierced through the heart , Can I not die?"

"Maybe not."

Hoffa's owl head turned ninety degrees, and his attention moved away from the bone piece and focused on Barty. Jr. body. This was the first time he saw Barty Jr. have some kind of "desire" or need.

"What the hell do you want to say?" he asked Barty Jr.

"Have you thought about doing something amazingly powerful?"

Barty Jr. rubbed his hands, his wrinkled Moody's face looked very flattering:" Um, for example, dominate the magic world in Europe, or become the world's strongest wizard?"

"Which house did you graduate from?" Owl Hoffa asked rhetorically.

"Hufflepuff."

"What?"

Hoffa was a little stunned for a while. He always thought that Barty Jr. would be a student of Slytherin, or would he be with old Barty Like Crouch, it is a Ravenclaw. But he didn't expect that he was actually a Hufflepuff, the Hufflepuff he met was not such a person.

Barty Jr. looked at him and asked eagerly: "Mr. Bach, I really want to know, do you have any plans for a major event of heaven shaking, earth shattering?"

"Why should I do such a thing?"

"Then the whole world would be afraid of you and recognize you! What a great thing this is?" Barty Jr. spoke quickly, seemingly suffocated After a long time, I usually said: "If that happens, I will help you, and I can do anything for you!"

"Even if I become such a person, what does it have to do with you?"

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Hoffa looked at Barty Jr. seriously: "Also, why are you following Voldemort? You never thought about what you want?"

"What I want Something?"

Barty Jr. looked very confused. After hesitating for a while, he stammered and said, "I...I want to resurrect my master."

"Do you have no wish of your own except for your master?"

"I...my, my wish. My wish is to resurrect my master." Barty Jr. said blankly.

"I'm asking about your own wish, as a person, shouldn't you have your own unique ideas. Why do you want to live for others?" Owl said with a somewhat contemptuous expression.

Barty Jr. still looked a little at a loss. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head, "I don't quite understand what you mean, but, Mr. Bach, do you have any wishes? I can help you realize it."

"My wish..."

The contempt on Owl's face gradually faded, and he suddenly didn't know how to answer Barty Jr.

......

......

It is getting late and the train arrives at the station.

The students who came to Hogwarts began to change their clothes.

Barty Jr. also stood up to pack his luggage, but at this moment, a polite knock came from the car window.

dong dong dong!

Hoffa owl turned his head 180 degrees and saw a vague silhouette standing outside the door, so he shut up and did not speak, picked up the black bone with his mouth, stuffed it under the wings, and then went back In the cage, a normal owl was installed.

Barty Jr. took a sip of Polyjuice Potion and got up and opened the carriage door. Outside the door turned out to be Cedric Diggory again.

"Excuse me, can I come in?" The handsome Cedric asked with a smile.

"What are you doing again?"

Barty Jr.'s face twitched.

"It's like this, let's find someone on the train."

The smile on Cedric's face remained unchanged, looking a little dull.

"Who are you looking for?"

Barty Jr. asked.

Cedric did not answer.

Hoffa noticed something wrong, and he pulled his head from his wings.

I saw Cedric Diggory walked sideways into the carriage like a wooden man. He bent down mechanically, checked under the small table, and then turned his feet upside down and flipped on the luggage rack. I flipped through it and even lifted the owl cage and took a look.

"Who do you want to find me?"

Barty Jr. asked.

"A youngster with gray hair and golden eyes, have you seen him?" Cedric Diggory maintained a constant smile, his tone of voice was calm.

Hoffa in the cage as if was struck by lightning.

At this moment, he keenly noticed that a huge and cold field of spirit strength was spreading silently in the train carriage, which was a little different from him at night.

He immediately retracted his spirit, he put his head under his wings, motionless.

Barty Jr. was also dumbfounded. He stood there blankly, looking at the smiling youngster in front of him, with a hell expression: "What...what, eyes?"

"Golden eyes, what is your expression? Have you seen this person?" Cedric asked with a constant smile.

"I don't know what you are talking about?"

Barty Jr. majesticly put his cane on the ground and pointed to his gray hair, "golden eyes, what is that? Strange person, what is a dark wizard, look good, I have blue eyes, and I am not young anymore!"

I was quiet for a few seconds.

"No, it's nothing." Cedric said. He finally took a look in the carriage, then walked out of the carriage with a steady and steady pace, and then went to the carriage next to him to ask.

After he left, Hoffa slowly pulled his head out of his wings. Owl has no sweat glands, otherwise he would have been sweating profusely.

Gray hair, golden eyes, youngster?

Who has this impression of himself?

He can only think of Dumbledore.

Besides Dumbledore, who has that huge spirit strength?

Does Dumbledore expect that he will come to Hogwarts this year? Why did he look for himself? If he was looking for himself, why didn't he come personally? Cedric just now looked like Imperius Curse was hit. Would Dumbledore release Imperius Curse for his students?

Hoffa is a little confused.

Dumbledore knows of his cooperation with Voldemort?

Or did the butterfly effect of his own cause the changes in Dumbledore? Become someone you don't know in a long time?

For a time, an unknown mist flooded Hoffa's mind, making him impossible to move even a little bit.

The carriage is gradually empty.

"Bar...Mr. Bach?" After a long time, Barty Jr. asked in a very low voice. Just now Cedric Diggory's strange appearance made him very uneasy.

"Get off first." Owl coldly said in the cage.

"Golden eyes? So...that kid, was it looking for you just now?"

"No." Hoffa said coldly, "I am a bald head."

"Yes...but I think if...if you have gray hair, you will be more handsome." Barty Jr. habitually patted the flattery, sweating on his head," You won’t be...you won’t be, take the initiative to shave your hair."

"Oh shut up, you!"

Hoffa said sharply, not in a mood at all good.

Cedric Diggory's search for himself made him tense his nerves, who had been careless.

He thought that he knew the plot of the original, and he could fish in troubled waters and send Harry to Voldemort's side.

But now he has discovered the limitations of original work. All things of original work are experienced from Harry's perspective. He knew nothing except what Harry had experienced.

It's like a huge iceberg floating in the sea. Maybe Harry is standing on the iceberg, but he is standing under the iceberg now.

The bright corner of the iceberg was dazzling, but the huge chaos and unknown under the iceberg made him breathless.

At first, he didn't want to participate in the plot at all.

But now, he is afraid of twists and turns in his fate, because the known plot is his only advantage.

What if Voldemort is not resurrected?

What if Grindelwald killed everyone in silence?

These results made him a headache even just thinking about it.