Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at Moody (Hoffa) quietly. Hoffa nodded, said quietly, "I see."

Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at Hoffa with the blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses. Those eyes made Hoffa feel a little hairy. He pretended not to Yue: "What's the matter, Albus?"

"Last year, you argued with me for a long time about my recruitment of Remus, saying that I did not comply with the rules. This year, you are surprisingly easy to talk. I thought, You will question my arrangements just like last year."

Damn! Do you think I want to teach? A bend around!

Hoffa yelled at Dumbledore cunning in his heart, but he had to make an indifferent look on his face: "Times have changed, and the generation of students is not as good as the generation. Honestly, Albus, I have long since treated your gentle teaching. I’m a little dissatisfied with the way. You can make such a request this year. It’s just like me. It’s time to be tough on the flowers in the greenhouse."

The scrutiny in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared, and he shook the head with a smile: "I thought you were a different person. You are so easy to talk. Now it seems that you still have a violent temper."

"I can say whatever I want."

Hoffa has a straight face, said in deadly earnest.

"Okay, I see, Old Partner, go get ready."

Dumbledore kindly patted his arm: "Don’t keep your face straight, it will scare students Yes."

After speaking, he turned and left the passage behind the auditorium.

After Dumbledore's back disappeared in the hall, Hoffa's calm expression suddenly changed.

I actually want to teach the three Unforgivable Curse by himself. Isn't that doing him? He has never used the three Unforgivable Curse. He neither likes mind control, nor does he like torture of the heart and wrist, Avada Kedavra is too inefficient for him.

The most deadly thing is that he doesn't have a wand. Although he has Moody's wand, he can't use it at all. Although he knows some basic wandless use spells, such as fluorescent spells, shield spells, and clear spring spells, if he uses wandless use spells directly in class, he will definitely be seen as abnormal.

It doesn't work on his own, Hoffa thought. Fortunately, he has Barty Jr.. As an old Death Eater, Barty Jr. is definitely familiar with the three Unforgivable Curse.

It's just that Barty Jr. is in his current state...

He quickened his pace and followed the spiral staircase to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor.

Filch has placed his box beside the office desk, he locked the door, and dragged the box into his common room.

The common room is a long room with wood panels on all four walls. The room is full of unsuitable old chairs and a wood bed. This room belonged to Remus Lupin last year, although The guy was gone, but Hoffa could still ask in the air a lingering breath that was unique to werewolf.

There was a timetable on the table. He picked up the timetable and took a look. Hey, there are only three days in the first class, and only three days are left for him to master the three Unforgivable Curse.

He didn't dare to hesitate, so he opened the box and got in.

As soon as he entered, he was shocked. The box was completely dark, but under his night vision, he saw Barty Jr. crawling on Old Moody’s legs with a distorted expression, holding him only one. One leg, rubbing his face on it while touching it.

"Sparkling...sparkling...mother...mother..."

His mouth is sparkling for a while, for a while Mother pierced Moody's thigh with abnormal finger force, blood flowed from his fingers and spilled all over the floor.

Look at the old Moody again. He is probably going crazy. He is locked up and unable to make any sound. He can only shake the chain on his body, trying to rub the face against his leg. The madman throws away.

Hearing the sound of the box being opened, the old Moody struggled harder. In this struggle, Barty Jr. not only grasped the old Moody's leg, but even opened his mouth without the slightest hesitation. Bitten hard.

This is too abnormal...Hoffa thought, he walked quickly to Barty Jr. and called his name, "Stinchcombe, Barty Jr.?"

Indifferent, Barty Jr. rolled his eyes, not even looking at him, just biting old Moody's leg. As a last resort, Hoffa had to pinch his cheek to forcibly pull his face off Moody's one leg.

"Sparkling...I want to sparkling..."

Barty Jr. has no response, he treats old Moody as Sparkling, muttering unconsciously in chaos Said, "Sparkling...Sparkling, the bad guys are coming, the bad guys are coming..."

Bad you a rare beast!

Don't see who you are, wake up soon!

Hoffa slapped Barty Jr.'s face with a few vigorous slaps,

"Sparkling...Sparkling, you bastard...Where are you going? Do you dare to abandon your master...?" He didn't respond, he didn't feel the pain, and he didn't care who was hitting him, just repeating the message of wanting to shine.

What should I do?

Hoffa is as big as a fight for a while. Old Joey really didn't lie to himself back then. If a person with a low spirit strength is blown by the cold wind of the underworld, he can only become a delirious lunatic.

Of course, he can actually ignore Barty Jr.'s life or death, and can abandon him mercilessly, just like Voldemort did.

But he desperately needs him to wake up now, at least let him teach himself the three Unforgivable Curse.

Barty Jr. licked Hoffa’s wooden legs in the chaos: "Sparkling...sparkling...you bastard...slacking..."

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He licked and cursed.

Want to shine?

Hoffa touched the chin was lost in thought. Barty Jr. seemed to have extraordinary emotions for his house elf named Jing.

At this moment, Shining should be working in Hogwarts' kitchen. If the house elf is found, can Barty Jr. really be cured?

He didn't know, but there seemed to be no other way to go before his eyes.

Can only give medicine to a dead horse.

Hoffa thought so, fixed Barty Jr. in the box, then left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office and entered the night of Hogwarts.

At this moment, Hogwarts itself seems to have a tomb atmosphere. The stairs are like a movie theater passage in the dark, with a responsive portrait turning their heads every step of the way. Hoffa could hear his own footsteps echoing on the glass above his head. Looking up, he could see the mist with a little light from the skylight dissipating outside the transparent roof.

He walked all the way down the hall. The Hogwarts at night made him miss. He almost forgot the joy of night travel, the joy of being outside the rules.

More than fifty years ago, when Silby invaded Hogwarts, the common room of Ravenclaw suffered a destructive invasion. At that time, the students of Ravenclaw were displaced and had to live in the common room of Hufflepuff temporarily. nearby.

That's the time, Hoffa knew the location of the kitchen. Although fifty years have passed, as far as this school is concerned, nothing has changed in just a few seconds.

Following his memory, Hoffa came to a wide stone corridor, under the dim torch rays of light, the walls were decorated with oil paintings, and the paintings were mainly food.

At this moment, he heard someone chatting in the dark corridor.

"Cedric, will you really be free next week?" a girl said sadly.

"It's a bit busy, Selene, and I have an appointment next week." The man said honestly.

"Humph." The woman groaned sourly, "Is it the Seeker from Ravenclaw?"

"My relationship with her is not what you think..."

Hoffa deliberately aggravated the sound of his footsteps, and the wooden leg hit the ground to make a sound of bangbangbang.

"Who is where?"

Cedric asked.

Hoffa appeared at the end of the corridor. He could see the silhouette of a girl passing by and disappearing into the painting on the wall. Outside the oil painting, there is a tall and handsome boy standing, wearing a black yellow robe, and wearing a shining Prefect medal on his chest.

"Professor Moody?"

Cedric exclaimed.

"Women have a good relationship, Diggory." Hoffa said, limping towards him.

"You...what are you doing?" Cedric looked a little embarrassed. "It's curfew."

"The banquet came late, I didn't eat much at night, I was a little hungry and wanted to go to the kitchen to get some food." Hoffa said casually.

"Oh, this way."

Cedric showed so that's how it is. He patted his chest and said, "This little thing, wrap me around, I will help you Go to the kitchen to get it."

"I'll go with you." Hoffa stood beside him.

"Eh, okay, let's go here." Cedric took the initiative to extend the hand, leading the way for Hoffa. The torch on the wall stretched the shadows of the two people long.

As the two walked, Hoffa looked at him sideways, "Diggory?"

"What's the matter, professor?"

"On the train, you look for What does that youngster do?"

"Who, what youngster?" Cedric looked blank.

"The youngster with gray hair."

Cedric .Diggory thought for a long time, and said in wonder, "I haven't seen anyone with gray hair."

"What about golden eyes?"

"Then there is no more. What are you talking about?"

"Well, it's nothing."

Hoffa I thought to myself that it was Imperius Curse: "Then you were on the train, with your friends?"

Hoffa asked, Cedric's face was rarely red. He did not answer, but stood in front of a portrait of a fruit plate. Stretching out his index finger, he gently scratched the jade green pear in the picture. Lizi squirmed, grinning, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob. Cedric grabbed it and pulled the door open, bending slightly at the door, like the most competent waiter.

Hogwarts’ kitchen is a large room with a high ceiling, the size of which is the same size as the auditorium above. There are many shiny copper pots and basins on the surrounding stone wall, and there is a brick on the other side of the room. Bricklaying big fireplace.

"Professor, this is the kitchen. There are house elfs in it. Can you get used to it?"

"It's okay, I'll do it alone, thank you, Diggory." Hoffa reserved Said.

"It is my pleasure to help you." Cedric said, slowly backing away, and disappearing in place.

Watching Diggory's back disappear into Hufflepuff's oil painting, Hoffa stood still and pondered for a while before leaning over into the kitchen.

The house elf in the kitchen turned around and looked at the people who came in. The big eyes are full of curiosity. They are basically wearing the same old tea towels, with big ears and eyes, some holding plates, some holding teapots, and some holding rags.

"Do you have a house elf called Xie here?" Hoffa asked, standing in front of a group of house elf.

House elf looked at each other in blank dismay, just as the group of exactly the same house elf was about to answer him, a completely different house elf squeezed out his companions and got out.

It has a teapot warmer on its head, with a lot of multi-colored badges pinned on it, a horseshoe-patterned tie hung on its naked chest, and a child-like tie is worn underneath it. The thing of football shorts, there are two unmatched socks on the feet.

"Sir, what are you looking for?" the unique house elf asked him.

When the other elves around saw him coming, they all avoided him like avoiding the plague.

Hoffa squinted and recognized it. Dobby-the free man in house elf, Harry Potter's loyal fan.

This made him fall into contemplation. If other elves lead the way, there will be no problem, except this one.

Harry is an expert, and this guy is also an expert. There is still a deep connection between two very capable agents. He can't expose his identity and purpose in front of them.

"You, are you... the elf from Malfoy's?" Hoffa said slowly.

"Yes, I am...no!" Dobby was a shivered, and shook his head quickly.

"Dobby is a free house elf, different from all other house elf!" It asked earnestly, "What does sir looking for Yanjing for?"

Hoffa didn't care. Dobby asked, he said slowly: "But Lucius Malfoy didn't tell me that."

"What did he say? Lord...what did Lucius say?"

"He said that you are a betrayer, an unfaithful servant, and that although you do not want to be a servant, you are actually Harry Potter's servant."

"He How dare you say that." Dobby screamed, "Dobby and Harry Potter are friends! Lucius, Lucius is a vicious witch..."

As soon as he scolded, his throat It seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, making a sound that was almost suffocating.

After that, he ran to the side uncontrollably, picked up a frying pan, and slammed it on his head: "Dobby, bad Dobby...how can he say bad things about the master... Bad Dobby!!"

Looking at Dobby cruelly punishing herself, Hoffa shrugged slightly apologetically, found a normal-looking elves among the group of peeking elves, and asked:" Have you ever seen an elf named Shining?"

"You said that crying ghost?" the normal house elf asked.

"Uh...Yes."

"Come with me, sir." The normal house elf did not ask him what he meant: "She just finished crying, sir, Don't be scared."

The normal elf led Hoffa through the four long wooden tables, walked into the kitchen inside, and pointed to the fireplace in the corner: "Look, isn't it?"

I saw Shining sitting on a stool by the fire, Both eyes are spiritless. She is different from Dobby, and she wears differently from other elves. It seems that you don't just find clothes casually and wear them. She was wearing a neat and tidy skirt and short top, and a matching blue hat on her head. Two holes were cut in it, revealing her two big ears. Hoffa estimated that the suit should be old Barty. Crouch rewarded her when he fired her.

"Sparkling."

Hoffa squatted beside her.

Glancing at him, her lips trembled, and then she burst into tears, tears rolling out of her big brown eyes and falling on her chest.

"Look, that's her." The normal elf who led Hoffa said: "Let me say that this kind of guy who is swept out by his master will definitely not be able to serve people. What do you want? You can come to me."

"Thank you," Hoffa touched the elf's head: "But forget it."

"As you wish. "

The normal house elf bowed to Hoffa, and backed away.

Hoffa focused his attention on the crying guy, who was crying sorrowful, heartbroken, just listening to her crying and shouting: "I recognize you, I recognize you, you It’s the devil who sent the Young Lord to prison! You killed me and my master’s family. What are you doing now?"

"Don’t mind, I will take you to see your master."

Hoffa, who became Moody, said to her ear.

"It's too late, it's too late, it's all too late!"

Sparkling cry desperately, "Master, master doesn't want me anymore!"

"Yes Young Lord." Hoffa's voice pressed to the limit.

Sparkling cried and looked at Hoffa in confusion.

"Your Young Lord is by my side. He needs you more than ever before."

The cry stopped abruptly.

......

......

In ten minutes.

Hoffa took Shining back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor, and took him into the box with him.

As soon as she went in, Shining was still curious about the two Moodys who were exactly the same, but when she saw the poor creature who was lying on the ground and twitching drooling constantly, she instantly threw everything beyond the topmost clouds.

"Young Lord, Young Lord, what's wrong with you?" She rushed forward like flying thin legs, and pressed Barty Jr.'s chest: "Young Lord, Young Lord, you speak, yes Has anyone bullied you?"

"Sparkling...Sparkling..."

Barty Jr. with a grim expression grabbed the elf’s ear. In the chaos, he tore the elf's ears frantically, but the elf did not struggle, but pressed his head to his chest, holding his chin, and said softly: "It's okay, Master, it's okay, Shining is here."

Barty Jr., who had been chaotic, was surprisingly quiet.

He sniffed, his tight body softened.

"Young Lord, Shining is here, it’s okay, it’s okay."

Hoffa looked at Barty Jr. and Shining who were snuggling together, a strange sense of confusion appeared. In his heart, if they take away their outer shell, it seems that the inner things are not unbearable.

Barty Jr. fell into a deep sleep after being completely silent, and even began to snore.

At this time, Shining stood up, and came to Hoffa angrily and asked: "What did you do to him?"

That looks like an old mother who protects a calf .

"Me?"

The time for Polyjuice Potion is up. Hoffa turned his head and quickly raised his body. From the terrifying face, Auror turned into a heroic bald boy.

"I didn't do anything, your master was too unlucky."

"It's you! You are not that...the one on the world cup!?"

"It's me," Hoffa squinted. "What is the relationship between you and Barty Jr.?"

"It's an ordinary master and servant."

"Ordinary master Servant? Just an ordinary master and servant." Hoffa suspiciously: "Your relationship is too close, right."

"Young Master was raised by me. It's normal to have a closer relationship than others." Shining Touched Barty Jr.'s face and said intoxicated, his expression seemed to be looking at some rare art.

"You raised it?" Hoffa immediately noticed something was wrong. "Where are his parents, old Barty?"

With tears in his eyes, he said, "Old Master. ..Old Master is too busy at work, the hostess...the hostess is in poor health and is sick all year round...they, they have no way to take care of the Young Master!"

Hoffa has big eyes: "Did you teach him something nasty!?"

"I, I didn't." Shining looked at him blankly.

Hoffa: "Then, did you talk to him about values ​​and other things?"

"Oh, you said that. When Xing was a child, she often reasoned with Young Master. "

I saw Shining holding Barty Jr.'s head longing and happily, and her big eyes were shining brightly. "When I was a kid, I was behaved, but occasionally I was depressed, especially Old When the Master ignores him, at that time, I said to the young Master, if you are not happy, just serve others, and serve others will be happy~"

Hoffa looked at the innocent pair of Shining With big eyes, I felt infinitely horrified for a while.

"So, you are raising him... as a house elf?"

"What's the problem? That's how Xian Xing's ancestor taught Xie Xing, the ancestor of Xing Xing's ancestor That’s how I taught my ancestors, the ancestors of the ancestors of the ancestors..."

"Stop!"

Hoffa brushed a cold sweat.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Even though he has a great transformation, the divine force of the night, he can't change a person's concept. Looking at Barty Jr. who was held by Shining in his arms again, this guy is a human in appearance. But I am afraid that in the bones, I have already regarded myself as a house elf.

He constantly serves others to obtain the value of his own existence. But at the same time, the dignity of being a human and a wizard does not allow him to be like a house elf, no matter what the owner is.

So he refused to accept the weak and sickly Voldemort, and urged himself to make some major events of "heaven shaking, earth shattering" infinitely. But in the bones is like a house elf, infinitely humble, not knowing what to do.

Because the terrifying childhood education has wiped out his ego.

"Sir, can you tell me what happened?"

Shin begged in a low voice. After discovering that Hoffa is not the real Moody, her attitude towards Hoffa is surprisingly good Get up,

Hoffa sits down and talks about Barty Jr.'s mental breakdown with Shining.

After listening, she sighed with grief, rubbing the top of her bald head, as if trying to think about ways.

"You guess how long it will take him to wake up." Hoffa asked.

"At least one week." Shining said worriedly: "This situation happened to Young Lord when he just returned from Azkaban. At that time, I took care of him for a whole week before letting him Regained her sanity."

Speaking, Shining clenched her fists: "I will stick to it every night, and I will never let anyone bully Young Lord."

"One week. .... It's over."

Hoffa immediately threw his sympathy for Barty Jr. beyond the topmost clouds.

There are only three days left for himself. After three days, he will demonstrate three Unforgivable Curse that he completely does not understand in front of Harry Potter.

What should I do?