Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The Kelpie beast opened his mouth and crash-banged spitting water into the pool below him, but no matter how it vomited, there was no trace of the pool being full.

Moody stood in front of the Kelpie beast and shouted: "Albus! Albus, come out!"

The Kelpie beast remained unmoved, and looked at Moody coldly, waiting for him Speak password.

"Damn, who broke the rules! Albus, get out!" Moody shouted anxiously, standing in front of the rare beast dripping mouth.

The dripping mouth rare beast glanced at Moody with an arrogant look, then turned his head slightly, not looking at him.

pa ta pa ta pa...

The sound of subtle footsteps came from behind.

In the darkness, Moody blue magic eye turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and in the corridor 100 meters away behind him, the weird boy who had been tied up by him swooped to the top of the corridor like a giant bat. He maintained a very weird posture, with his right hand stretched forward and floating in front of him, as if he was being dragged by his right hand.

During the run, the weird boy's right hand cracked a mouth and said, "Catch him!"

"Monster! Go to death!"

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Moody took out the wand and threw it in the hallway in a big way, "All shattered! All shattered!"

Hoffa was shocked. Moody, this guy, I don’t know that the password is impossible. Enter the headmaster's office and simply wreak havoc around it to attract the attention of Dumbledore and other school workers.

At this time, Hoffa's right hand was automatically lifted, and the right hand opened his mouth and shouted: "Finite Incantatem!"

Blue's Reductor Curse dropped before hitting the Kelpie beast Dissolved, turned into invisible magic power, slowly dissipating.

Hoffa was relaxed, looking at his right hand, Miller, this guy was still useful, did not make the situation worse. He raised his right hand and walked slowly towards Moody in this weird posture.

Mad-Eye Moody waved wand frantically, spells poured out like money, but the curses were resolved by Miller one by one before they touched Hoffa's body.

Finally, he stopped one meter in front of Moody: "Mad-eye Han, don’t be nervous, we can talk."

"Where did you come from? monster?"

"I am not a monster."

Mad-Eye Moody stood in front of the Kelpie beast, "Do you know whose territory is behind you?"

"I know, Albus.Dumbledore."

"Know that you don't hurry up?" Alastor.Moody said sternly, "When Albus Dumbledore comes out, no matter what monster you are, you will be Bring to justice!"

"You don't know the password, you can't get into the office."

Hoffa and Moody are getting closer and closer, he kindly persuades: "Don't worry, I I won’t do anything to you. After this year, when I complete my goal, I will put you back."

"The ghost will believe your words, you shut me in the box, Bind it with an iron chain. When you achieve your goal, you will kill a witness to silence them, a dark wizard like you, I have seen more in my life!"

"Please, look at me Like a dark wizard?"

Hoffa was aggrieved to plead for himself: "In addition to locking you up and restricting your freedom, I haven't done any physical persecution against you. It's you, even Wearing a chest strap to nail hands and feet, if it weren't for my physique special, you have killed me twice.

"You...? "

Moody's tone was stagnant, he thought for a while, his face lightened a little: "Then you are talking about who exactly are you?" "

"As you can see, I am an ordinary shapeshifter with my own small ninety-nine, neither ambitious nor threatening. "

"Ordinary shapeshifter...what an ordinary shapeshifter. "

Moody sarcastically posted on the wall, "Excessive modesty will only make people disgusting. Why don't you just say it if you want to hit me." "

"Okay, I am a deformed expert, that's okay... now! ? "

Hoffa tone barely fell, and his eyes widened.

Moody's Kelpie beast leaning on his back suddenly burst open, and he fell back unexpectedly and had to grab it.

Hold on to the handrails to make yourself stand still.

Is the deformation expert a password?

Moody froze for a second, then a touch of ecstasy appeared on Moody’s face, wooden legs supported him He climbed straight up the spiral staircase.

Hoffa's face changed and changed. He hurriedly passed through the gap in the wall and stepped onto the spiral stone staircase. The door closed behind him. The stairs were slow. The ground rose automatically and sent him to a shiny oak door with a brass knocker.

Moody didn't even knock on the door, and waved his hand, "Alohomora! "

Wand's tip flashed orange rays of light, and the door opened to both sides with a bang. Moody stepped into the door and opened his mouth and shouted: "Albus! "

"Oops, it's over! "

Hoffa leaped high, in the sea of ​​spirit, Miller knocked Hoffa away like an F1 driver who saw his clumsy girlfriend driving, took control of his body, and opened the door to Dumbledore’s office At the moment, "Hoffa" flying in the air raised his right hand and pointed it straight at Moody's back.

"Imperio! ! "

A dazzling white light hit Moody. Miller's Imperius Curse and Barty Jr.'s Imperius Curse are not at the same level. This time, Moody covered his head and twisted frantically. He stretched out his hand and stretched out to the front.

Even without controlling his body, Hoffa could feel that the mental line of defense in the old Moody's mind was quickly destroyed and occupied by Miller. This speed was almost It’s crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. It seems long, but it’s actually very fast.

Almost at the same time as Imperius Curse in Moody, Hoffa fell heavily to the ground, and the control of his body was controlled by Miller. It was returned to Hoffa.

In a short gap, he saw the scene in the room.

This is a very beautiful round room with Hogwarts hanging on the wall. Portraits of previous headmasters. They are all asleep, with their chests gently undulating.

A Phoenix perches on a golden perching branch by the door, the size of a swan, the bright red and golden feathers are dazzling He was resting his head in his wings at the moment. Hearing the sound, it shakes its long tail feathers and woke up, looking confused and vigilant at the place where Hoffa disappeared, and the scarred man who suddenly broke into the headmaster's office.

On the wall behind the table, a shabby, patched Sorting Hat rests on a shelf. A glass box next to it contains a silver light gleaming sword with a hilt inlaid There is a big ruby.

Gryffindor’s sword, Goblin’s weapon.

At this time, a touch of silver came into his sight. He looked back for the source of the light and saw The box under Fawkes revealed bright silver light. It was one after another crystal clear and near-transparent glass bottles filled with bright silver substances, which kept flowing, like the surface of water filled in the breeze with ripples, spreading like clouds and spinning softly.

It’s a memory.

Beside the quietly spinning memory bottle, Moody clutched his head and struggled wildly in circles. , Can’t make the slightest noise.

But the more struggling, the more wilted he is. In the end, he bowed his head very dumbly, like a down computer.

pa ta pa ta .

head The sound of light footsteps in the depths of the master room.

Hoffa not even think entered the shadow world of ghost wandering.

Just entering the shadows, Albus .Dumbledore in a pale wizard robe walked down the stairs of the second layer of the headmaster room.

He is holding a shallow stone basin with grotesquely shaped carvings on the mouth of the basin. That is a lot of runes. The silver light emanated from the contents in the basin, illuminating his old face. He was not sleeping, his blue eyes were a little red and swollen, and his face was full of unconcealable fatigue.

Of course, he also saw the motionless Moody standing at the headmaster table.

This caused Dumbledore to be stunned for about a second, and then he returned to normal without any hindrance, just as if a man after get off work saw his son playing in the yard, he usually put the penis in the meditation basin. On the table.

"Good evening, Moody."

He rubbed his eyes, "It seems that we haven't spoken this late in a long time."

Ticked.

Ten seconds.

While the ghost wanders, Hoffa lifts his right hand and slowly backs away. At this moment, his cold sweat was about to come off. From the Ravenclaw common room to the headmaster office, the night was really crazy.

He didn't feel it before Dumbledore appeared, but at the moment Dumbledore appeared, he felt tremendous mental pressure. He knew that as soon as the ghost walk was over, he would be spotted by Dumbledore. Even if you enter the state of illusion, you can only stay away from the former teacher as much as possible during the ghost's wandering time.

"Damn it, Dumbledore really strong perception."

Miller's nervous voice rang in Hoffa's mind, "Imperius Curse may be hard to hide from him."

"To be able to conceal a second is to conceal a second. Don't let Moody look up and make eye contact with Dumbledore." Hoffa communicated with Miller in his mind.

"Would you like to fight directly?"

Miller licked his lips, "If it is the two of us, transformation and curse, he may not be our opponent."

"No, you can't fight."

Hoffa decisively controlled his body to move back slowly.

"Why, you are too pedantic."

"It has nothing to do with pedantic, Hogwarts has more than one headmaster."

"It seems to be right."

Miller said hoarsely.

Spiritual world, the two communicate at an extremely fast speed.

In the real world, the passage of time has become quite slow.

Tick.

Nine seconds.

Dumbledore sat behind a chair like nothing else, and even made a joke: "Is there anything you want to tell me? Hogwarts's bed is too hard. You are not used to sleeping?"

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In the shadows, Hoffa controlled his body and slowly backed away. He couldn't see Dumbledore's face, but he could feel a little sadness and apology in his tone?

Wait, what's that tone?

Hoffa is very confused.

"There is a dark wizard." Alastor Moody lowered his head and said like a puppet: "I feel evil."

Dumbledore opened his mouth slightly and pushed his glasses. , Sighed softly: "It seems that you feel it too, Old Partner."

Eight seconds.

Hoffa's body shuddered when he was backing. Miller probably just controlled Moody and said casually. Simply didn't use his brain, but Dumbledore said he felt it too. What did he feel? Do you feel your own existence?

"The black star gradually raised, Spiritual God can't stop it."

Dumbledore slowly raised the black wand in his hand: "Death has sensed the provocation from the past, and it will ride the carriage. Cross the sky, wherever you go, barren."

"What are you talking about!?"

Seven seconds.

Moody lifts the head, the hollow eyes reflect the shock of Hoffa and Miller.

Six seconds.

"I have no way to explain to you, no way at all. Each of us has problems that must be solved, big or small."

Dumbledore looked at his wand , Whispered like a dream: "But I believe that my best companion will always make the most correct choice, are you right?"

Hoffa as if was struck by lightning, behind the scenes It fell off with a cold sweat. Those very penetrating blue eyes seemed to see through the space.

Five seconds.

The hole in Moody's eyes faded and Miller gradually took control of his body. He coldly asked, "What are you talking about, Albus?"

Five seconds.

Four seconds.

Three seconds.

Three full seconds passed, Dumbledore did not answer. He sat in place, motionless, as if petrified. At the same time, an inexplicable feeling of sleepiness flooded Hoffa's mind, and he suddenly wanted to sleep. It's like thinking about taking sleeping medicine after a long journey.

He thought it was dawn, but he turned his head and looked out the window.

The sky is dim, the full moon hangs high, and there is no sunlight at all. Feeling tired at night, I can hardly even think of it in the past.

Fortunately, this drowsiness comes and goes fast. Three seconds later, he wakes up and controls his body to continue to retreat.

"Albus."

"Albus?"

"Albus!?"

In the office, Miller remotely controls Moody to push A few clicks on Dumbledore.

Waiting for Hoffa to retreat to the door, Albus Dumbledore was shivered and slowly lifted the head, his eyes changed from sharp to muddy, he mumbled: "I'm old, I can't concentrate..... "After all, he seemed to have just seen Moody standing in front of him. He was surprised and asked: "Why are you here, Alastor, how did you get in?"

He completely forgot what he just said, how The question just asked a few seconds ago was repeated again.

Miller wanted to answer, but Hoffa seized his control of Moody, manipulated Moody and said, "It's nothing, I suddenly couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I really want to come over and chat with you."

"What do you want to chat with me?" Dumbledore asked alertly.

"I came to Hogwarts for three days, but the bed I slept on was harder than the Mayflower deck." Moody lamented, "Some of my waist can't hold on."

Tick.

There are two seconds left for the ghost to wander.

"It turned out to be for this. Just tell Filch about this kind of thing. Let him change your bed. There is no need to tell me specifically."

Albus .Dumbledore Absent-mindedly perfunctory, he turned and looked at the penis basin, holding his temple from the wand.

"What are you doing?" Hoffa asked curiously.

"I need time to sort out my memories. I have lived for too long, and there are too many memories in my mind, so that my mind cannot be clear. Please go back first."

After speaking, he waved his hand very tiredly, and the door of the office closed suddenly.

Before leaving the room, in the final scene, Dumbledore drew a sparkling silk thread from his temple and placed it in the basin of meditation.

Tick.

The ghost walks for the last second.

Hoffa left the shadow world, and even the deprived Alastor Moody was pushed out of the room by Dumbledore's mana.

Outside Albus Dumbledore's office, Hoffa looks at her right hand.

Thick anxiety arose in his mind.

Dumbledore at this moment is stranger than ever, as if talking to himself is not one person, but two people. A few seconds ago, he was exactly the same as the man in the original work, calm and gentle, powerful and indifferent. But since the weird feeling of sleepiness hit, Dumbledore seemed to be a different person. Become like Armando Dippet who was old and irritable fifty years ago.

This made him think of what the God of Nightmare said, if he stays at this time and does not go back, the entire world timeline will collapse.

What is this.

A precursor to the collapse?