Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

There are four famous wizards whose names have been passed down to this day:

The brave Gryffindor, from the deserted swamp,

The beautiful Ravenclaw , From the peaceful river

The benevolent Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

The shrewd Slytherin, from the quagmire.

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In the distant castle, faint singing came.

The separate house ceremony has already begun, leaving Hoffa with few choices. For the resurrection technique, he has to enter even hell, not to mention Hogwarts.

It's just that Barty Jr. looks like you can't participate in the banquet.

Without help, he pulled out the box that Barty Jr. was pushing and opened it upright like a door. Inside the box was a room of 60 square meters.

In the room, Alastor Moody, who was stripped and only wearing underwear, was tied to a pole. His mouth was sealed by a chain and could not make a sound.

Seeing the bald boy coming in, his one-eyed boss twisted frantically and angrily, shook the chain and made the sound of ding ding dong dong.

Hoffa completely ignored Moody. He threw Barty Jr. moaning in unconscious pain into the box, then pulled out one of Moody's struggling hair, walked to the corner of the room, and took out Nicholas. Flamel to help him. The configured Polyjuice Potion adds Moody's hair.

Bah!

Polyjuice Potion emits a burst of azure smoke, which becomes clear from the paste.

He took off his clothes, raised his head and drank the potion.

Outside the box, the rain is getting worse and worse.

In the box, Hoffa covered his head, and his body changed rapidly under the action of Polyjuice Potion.

His back rickets, countless wrinkles grow, one eye is sunken inward until it disappears, and even his right calf is only half shrunk.

"Um...huh...huh...huh..."

Old Moody looked at this scene, Jue was about to split, dangling on the chain frantically.

"old bastard, your maintenance is really bad!"

Hoffa, who has become Moody, stood in front of Moody's deity, and played his own JJ.

"wu wu wu...er...evil...evil...evil...!"

Old Moody roared hoarsely, forcibly behind the chains Issued an unwilling growl.

"It's really offended, it's a hard life in your life."

Hoffa laughed sympathetically, jumped to his side on one leg, and put a lock on his mouth. Don't let him make any sound.

After that, he jumped in front of Barty Jr. on one leg, took off Moody's prosthetic leg and eyes, and placed it on himself.

The blue magic eye was worn in the sunken eye socket and turned around as soon as he entered, providing him with 360 degrees of vision.

Then he picked up Moody's wand again, no surprise, this wand held in his hand is almost like a piece of ordinary wood, there is no link to him at all.

The end of the drag.

He took a deep breath and walked to the familiar and unfamiliar castle.

The heavy rain is still intensively beating the tall, black windows. Another burst of thunder blasted and shook the glass window ka ka. After entering the porch, the first creature to greet him was a cat squatting on the head of the armor and licking his palm.

It glanced at Hoffa with red eyes, jumped down immediately, and disappeared in a hurry with its tail erect.

Mrs. Norris is here, can Filch be far?

The loud voice of the familiar man came from the hall, making Hoffa look like a world away.

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"Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to tell you that this year, there are a few more items that are banned in the castle. They are screaming games. Swimming balls, spike flying saucers, and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about 437 items. You can see them in Mr. Filch's office. Those who are interested can check it out..."

Outside the hall, a thin and bald old man pressed his ear to the door of the banquet hall, like a perverted husband peeping at his wife's affair.

When he heard Dumbledore this remark, he gasped in excitement, and his skinny palms rubbed his chest unconsciously.

"Hey."

Hoffa stood behind him and greeted coldly.

"Ah!!!"

Filch, who was obsessed with eavesdropping on the headmaster reading the school rules, jumped up in shock. When he turned his head and saw a terrifying face, he immediately raised it. With both hands, leaning on the door, trembling like a surrendered soldier and asked: "You...you...are you...?"

"Send my luggage to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class Office."

He handed the suitcase with old Moody and Barty Jr. in his hand to Filch, indifferently said.

Filch just remembered now, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He squeezed a smile, "So it's the professor, I'm going now, here's going." He friendly and respectfully took the box in Hoffa's hand and walked upstairs, but after going around a corner, Hoffa heard it. Filch complained secretly:

"The professor came so late...really dereliction of duty...really dereliction of duty. Even if he is late, he looks so scary. I really don’t know what Dumbledore thinks, hum, Professor Hogwarts, it’s been worse than a year..."

In the auditorium, Dumbledore's loud voice continues:

"As before, I want to remind Everyone, the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue cannot be entered by students. In Hogsmeade Village, students below the third year are not allowed to visit. I also want to tell you very regretfully that there will be no house cup Quiddich competition this year.

This is because a large-scale event will start in October and will continue throughout the school year. It takes up a lot of teachers’ time and energy-but I believe you can all have a lot of fun from it. I am very happy to Everyone announced that this year in Hogwarts—"

Just then, there was a deafening thunder, the door of the auditorium was slammed open, and the headmaster's speech stopped.

Hoffa stood at the door, leaning on a long cane, wrapped in a black travel cloak, looking directly at Dumbledore, who was about a hundred meters away from him.

Is he controlling Cedric and looking for himself?

For a moment, Hoffa even wanted to tell Dumbledore the whole story to see what he would say.

But he immediately guessed what Dumbledore would say after seeing him, that must be a long list of life philosophies. It's about love, about courage, and even about accepting destiny.

The thought quietly extinguished after a circle in his mind. What does the headmaster's oversight have to do with him? He is tired of the life of wiping other people's ass.

Dumbledore, who was speaking in front of the eagle statue in the distance, was also stunned, his eyelids drooped under his crescent glasses, and he seemed a little surprised by Moody's appearance.

Hoffa stepped forward with his wooden legs and crutches.

The students in the auditorium were photographed by old Moody's hideous appearance and Hoffa's huge spirit strength field. For a moment, they stared at Moody's pace. Some people even dropped the cake in their hands. .

Step on.

Step on.

Step on.

With the sound of wooden legs hitting the ground, Hoffa stood in front of Dumbledore.

Albus .Dumbledore is no longer what he looked like when he first met in the orphanage. At that time, he had a scarlet beard, and he often wore an elegant velvet robe, and his appearance was young and glamorous.

Now, he looks a bit like the former Armando Dippet, with a long silver beard and wrinkles on his forehead. The only difference from Dippet is that he is very angry now, and he doesn't see any decadence at all.

"The road is okay."

When Moody (Hoffa) stepped onto the faculty chair, Dumbledore proactively stretched out his hand and asked gently.

"It's okay."

Hoffa also stretched out her hand and shook the opponent's dry and slender palm.

"I won't go around just now, right?"

Dumbledore held his hand and asked quietly.

"Yes."

"Are there traces of a dark wizard?"

Dumbledore blinked and asked jokingly.

"Everywhere."

Hoffa said coldly.

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile. He patted Moody (Hoffa) on the shoulder and pointed to the seat next to his right hand: "Thank you this year."

Hoffa sat down Snape, with greasy hair beside him, moved his chair, as if he didn't want to get too close to him.

Because of his lateness, the banquet has ended. The food on the students’ dinning table has been removed, but there are still some leftovers left on the teacher’s bench. Hoffa felt that she was hungry now. He shook his head, pulled a plate of sausages, held it up to his mutilated nose and smelled it, and it was still a familiar taste.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket. The paper turned into a small knife in the process of digging it out. He stuck the knife in one end of a sausage and ate it without anyone else.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody."

There is nothing but sparseness in the entire auditorium. The only people applauding were Dumbledore and Hagrid.

Hoffa doesn't care at all, and feels a little sympathetic to Moody. Old Guy has caught the dark wizard for a lifetime, and his popularity is not as high as Gilderoy, a liar. Lockhart is probably just because Lockhart looks better.

He took Polyjuice Potion from his pocket and took a sip, looking at the teacher's bench. Severus Snape was watching him cautiously, and the little Professor Flitwick was talking happily with Pomona Sprout of Hufflepuff.

"cough cough ...."

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I said just now," he said with a smile at the many students in front of him: "In the next few months, we will be honored to host a very exciting event. This event has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held in Hogwarts this year."

"Are you kidding!" Fred de Weasley exclaimed .

The tension that had been covering the auditorium since Moody (Hoffa) entered the door was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore laughed slightly admiringly.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley," he said, "but since you mentioned joking, I heard a very interesting what a joke about a Troll, a Mu Yecha, and A Leprechaun, they both entered the same pub..."

Hoffa pushed away the plate when he felt almost full, and his eyes stayed on Dumbledore. He looked exactly like the one described in the original work, and did not He didn't recognize Moody's true identity from the blackening traces he imagined.

Who is looking for himself in secret?

Is it Grindelwald?

No...No, Grindelwald has seen himself bald.

As Hoffa is thinking, he feels someone is looking at him.

Turning around, Gryffindor head-Minerva. Professor McGonagall, sitting on the left hand side of Dumbledore, is staring at the knife in his hand, his mouth slightly open.

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A few minutes later, Dumbledore eloquently finished all the regulations concerning the Triwizard Tournament.

The banquet ended in a joyous atmosphere.

When everyone filed out of the auditorium, Dumbledore suddenly stopped Hoffa.

"Moody, wait a minute."

Hoffa was like Zhao Gongming who heard Shen Gongbao shouting Fellow Daoist please hold your steps, stiff in place, he slowly turned his head , Stare at Dumbledore with blue magic eye.

I have come, and I still plan to do something bad. The former teacher in front of him is the hurdle he had to step through. He tensed his nerves for the private conversation of this top wizard.

When everyone in the auditorium was gone, Dumbledore stood in front of Hoffa, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, his expression became worried, "Did you go to Fudge, what did he say?"

Hoffa was taken aback, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

Moody is one of the members of the Dumbledore Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore didn't know why Moody had contacted Ministry of Magic Cornelius.Fudge, so he stayed to talk.

But did old Moody go to Fudge? What did Fudge say? Hoffa Bach didn't know it at all, because he only temporarily disguised himself as Moody tonight.

Silence.

Dumbledore looked at Hoffa.

The sad expression became a little confused.

Faced with the worried blue eyes of the old professor, a drop of cold sweat slowly dripped down Hoffa's forehead. He realized that he had to say something, and if he remained silent, he might immediately show his feet.

"What can I say," Hoffa said indifferently, "You are not someone who doesn't understand our Ministry of Magic."

He kicked the ball back.

"His..."

Dumbledore turned the back of his hand behind him.

"putting it that way, is he completely indifferent to your discovery?"

"Yes, completely indifferent."

Dumbledore put his finger sadly Inserted into silver's hair, it looked very irritable: "Fudge, Fudge, how can you take the power so seriously, and don't care if you are missing?"

Hoffa has no expression on his face, But my heart was about to jump up and praise myself for wit.

He speculated that Moody should have reported the disappearance of the Quiddich world cup to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore also asked Moody to ask Fudge for help.

putting it that way, is Dumbledore aware of the existence of Grindelwald? He couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

"No, I can't let Riddle continue to behave like this." Dumbledore said firmly, "This year you will take some time after the course is over. We will send some more people to focus on searching for Pettigrew Peter's traces."

Uh... the smile at the corner of Hoffa's mouth disappeared.

Does Dumbledore think that people missing everywhere is a masterpiece by Tom Riddle?

"I think...Voldemort may be more than a threat..." Hoffa thought for a while and said slowly.

"What did you say?"

Dumbledore frowned.

Hoffa tentatively said: "I said, Voldemort and Wormtail are only two people, it is impossible to do too exaggerated things. Maybe, there are other dark wizards..."

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"Moody, what are you thinking about, why didn't you see you so subtle before?" Dumbledore brows tightly frowns.

Hoffa immediately realized that Mad-Eye Moody was a violent Auror, and he was completely different from himself. The more he hesitated, the more Dumbledore felt that something was wrong.

"Grindelwald!"

He said immediately, "I suspect that Grindelwald is secretly playing tricks."

Dumbledore's eyes sharpened suddenly, "What are you talking about? "

"I'm just speculating."

Moody (Hoffa) flicked cloak and stood up: "Voldemort has lost his servant, and now I don't know where to hide struggling on whilst At death's door, I don’t think he alone can make so many people disappear silently. There must be other people moving in the dark."

Dumbledore looked at Hoffa, his sharp eyes little by Little's dimming faded, and finally, he sighed: "Impossible, you suspect that you are too sick, Alastor. Gellert. Grindelwald can't overcome any storms. Don't worry."

"Why?"

Hoffa's eyes widened, completely puzzled.

"His fate has been sealed." Dumbledore waved his hand: "Don't worry."

"Fate is sealed? What does that mean."

"Forget it."

Dumbledore had a trace of sadness in his eyes, but soon the trace of sadness disappeared without a trace, "You don't need to worry about this, but I have a small request. Regarding this year’s course."

"What is required?"

"Every Triwizard Tournament in history is an opportunity for frequent turmoil. When the wizards gather together, it is impossible Calm down and drink tea.

I think our students urgently need the ability to protect themselves, so I would like to ask you to demonstrate the three Unforgivable Curse to the students."

Hoffa expression Somewhat sluggish.

paused, Dumbledore continued, "Also, if you can, I hope you can focus on Harry Potter."