Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

"Close to the subject, spells, they come in many forms, their magic power have nothing common with each other. Now, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you all kinds of spells, That's all. In theory, you are less than Sixth Year, I shouldn't tell you what the illegal black curse looks like, because you are still young and can't deal with this set of things. But Professor Dumbledore praised it a lot. Your courage, he thinks..."

During the day, at nine o'clock in the morning, Alastor Moody was talking in the classroom. Rich expressions, exactly similar in peacetime. Only by looking very carefully can he see a deep void and blankness in his eyes.

Hoffa sat in the corner of the classroom without saying a word.

Last night, after he met Miller, the guy was attached to his right hand. There was a fierce conflict and even got into Dumbledore's office.

He finally got the three Unforgivable Curse, but he did not master it himself, but Miller, who was lodged in his right hand, used Imperius Curse to control Moody and gave Harry Potter a fake one. They go to class.

He was afraid of any accidents, so he secretly disillusioned with Miller behind old Moody. But it turns out that he thinks too much. The Imperius Curse imposed by Miller is very stable and abnormal. Since the class, Moody hasn't made any mistakes.

On the podium, he, like original work, rectified class discipline, asked student questions, and introduced three Unforgivable Curse.

Hoffa was sitting in the corner, staring at Moody carelessly, but Dumbledore was thinking in his head. After meeting Dumbledore last night, he had always suspected that Dumbledore actually knew of his existence.

His words look like they were meant to Moody, but they feel that they are also meant to me——[Black Star Gradually raised, Spiritual God tumbling over each other]

Dumbledore What do you want to express?

Hoffa brows tightly frowns her hair.

The nightmare god he had met with is nowhere to be seen at the moment, and no one answers the riddle for him. His own teacher, Death spokesperson Grindelwald, is also unclear, damn, why he can't point directly, he has to use this obscure way.

At this time, a burst of laughter awakened him from thinking.

It turned out that Moody on the podium took out a glass bottle with a spider in it. He took the wand and cast Imperius Curse on the spider in the bottle. The spider danced on the table and attracted the classroom The people here laughed heartily.

In the corner, Miller mumbled in his mind.

"Teaching Imperius Curse with Imperius Curse is really ironic."

"What is the difference between Imperius Curse and the puppet spell you cast on me?" Hoffa couldn't help asking.

"The puppet curse is to control the body, but you can still maintain your own thinking. After the spells are over, you will still have the memory of being cast. But Imperius Curse controls the mind together. After the spells are over, You will forget who the controller is."

"Isn't Imperius Curse better?"

Hoffa looked at Moody, feeling a little uneasy. Imperius Curse seemed to him to be more dangerous spells than the so-called life spell, and if he could, he was really afraid of being robbed of his soul.

"Can’t say that, every spell corresponds to a rule, but spells themselves are not superior to inferior.

Just like the puppet curse, although there is no Imperius Curse control It can control the crowd in a wide range, and the control distance is longer. Imperius Curse is not. Although it can control the unit more deeply, it can only control one most of the time, and the controller must stay Around the controller, if the spirit strength is not high, there is even a risk of being usurped."

"Control the crowd on a large scale..."

Hoffa suddenly thought of it. Grindelwald and his men thought of the terrifying cages on their heads.

"Is there no solution for the puppet curse?"

"No solution? Of course there is a solution."

Miller said with a in his mind smile: "But I don't have to tell you."

"Damn it."

Hoffa cursed inwardly, but didn't say much on the face.

As long as Miller doesn't control his body to do anything harmful, he doesn't mind Miller staying with him, at least so that he can still have a companion to talk.

Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class did not last long. After the three major forgivable spells were demonstrated, the course was Perfection ended. The students left the classroom one after another, and they seemed to respect Moody a lot more than when the school started.

When the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is over and the people in the classroom are finished, Hoffa raised her right hand and asked Miller as if she was talking to herself: "What will Miranda give me now? Can you tell me?"

In the empty classroom, Miller controlled Hoffa's right hand.

Space produces ripples like the surface of water.

Miller took out an Old Zhang faded parchment from the void like magic, and handed it to Hoffa.

Hoffa picked up the faded parchment and looked at it. There was a row of fine print on the parchment in red ink.

[The needs of the ancient and unknown Spiritual God, there is only a long and unpredictable time. The more ancient, the more afraid of death. If you want to trade with the unknown ancient Spiritual God, you can only pay the price of time. The only time that can be spent is life. 】

Below the words are several close and numerous rune patterns. They are old and sharp, which look like an eye. There is a whole row of very complicated potion formulas and spells under the eyes, which seem to have to be matched. use.

"This is...!?"

Hoffa's palm immediately trembled. He thought about fifty years ago, when his First Year would not transform into Thunderbird, Joey opened the door to Death Secret Realm for himself. At that time, he sacrificed a little finger of his own, and even part of his lifespan, and drew an eye symbol on his arm, which is exactly the same as the one recorded on the parchment.

Miller said indifferently: "This is an array of sacrifices leading to Death Secret Realm Helheim. It was found for you by my sister who spent many years in those primordial tribes. Sacrificed under certain conditions. Life, you can get a short chance to go to Death Secret Realm, maybe there you can meet the people you want to meet."

"Miranda..."

Hoffa look With the parchment in hand, I didn't know what to say for a while. Originally, he thought that after fifty years, Joey must be dead, and the secret to Helheim was missing. And now, the same magic is right in front of me, it can be said to travel far and wide looking for something, and it takes no effort.

Looking at him, Miller poured cold water: "But I advise you not to have too much hope. After all, it has been so long after all, even the soul has disappeared."

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Hoffa didn’t care about Miller’s cold water. After a while, he calmed down his excitement and asked Miller: "Can I... let me meet Miranda?"

"Why, thank her in person?" Miller sneered.

"Yes." Hoffa said.

"Then throw away that parchment, and I will take you there." Miller said bluntly.

Hoffa immediately subconsciously hid the parchment behind him.

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With Miller’s help, he doesn’t need to spend time on Moody. No need to spend time pretending to be anyone. Living for a period of time becomes calm and tranquil, at least for Hoffa.

In Hogwarts, there are all kinds of rising winds, scudding clouds. The Triwizard Tournament started. People from the three schools came from all over the world. Young wizards many as dogs, handsome men and beautiful girls walking everywhere, Dumbledore took out After Goblet of Fire, Ministry of Magic people discharged protection at Hogsmeade, and a large number of Ministry of Magic Officials gathered in Hogwarts.

One week later, Miller, under Hoffa's instruction, applied a powerful Confundus Charm to Goblet of Fire, threw Harry's name in it, and looked confused on the night of revealing the champion. Harry Potter was thrown into the conflicting vortex by the dark duo. Since then, he has lived a tragic life of being ridiculed by students, gossiping by unscrupulous reporters, and abandoned by his best friends.

Everything is proceeding step by step, the only variable is Barty Jr. Crouch.

After being blown by the cold wind of Helheim, he fell into madness. It was not until he saw Shining that he changed from madness to dull unconscious.

Sparkling once said that Barty Jr. can wake up within a week, but a whole month later, Barty Jr. still doesn't mean to be sober. Not only did he not wake up, but he fell asleep more and more seriously, just as bears entered hibernation, and his breathing and heartbeat slowed down.

This makes house elf shining more and more worried. She almost anxiously asks Hoffa what to do every other day.

But all this has nothing to do with Hoffa. He doesn’t want to care about Barty Jr. or Harry Potter. After getting the sacrificial contract from Miranda, all his attention is Focus on the contract.

If you want to go to Helheim and sacrifice your own life, you don't want to sacrifice to sacrifice. He needs to make sacrifice potion according to the method on parchment, and match it after making it. spells used.

For a whole month, Hoffa was preparing to go to Helheim. He asked Shine to steal potion from Snape’s potion classroom, secretly refine it in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, and personally go to the depths of the Forbidden Forest to arrange the venue. He didn’t want to be beaten by anyone when he opened the gate of Helheim. Off.

Time blinked in his busy schedule. A month later, Hogwarts Triwizard Tournament is about to enter the first task stage, and Hoffa is also ready to sacrifice potion, ready to enter at night Underworld.

That night.

The ground is completely dark. Hoffa and Miller, who was disguised as Moody, walked towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest. Because of the special thing he was going to do tonight, Miller left his palm and instead lodged in Mad-Eye Moody's body.

While passing by the lawn, at the door of Hagrid's hut, the tall and strong half-giant is wearing a tight suit, combing his hair in front of his sink, preparing for tonight's date.

There is a huge carriage opposite the Hagrid hut. It is the headmaster of Beauxbatons and the vehicle of Ms. Maxime. Some men and women chat and kiss on the dark lawn. Those are French students, who are much more open and romantic than Britain students.

The evening breeze blows on Hoffa's face, and the smell of honeysuckle in the air makes people intoxicated.

until now Hoffa, who is addicted to refining and sacrificing medicine, suddenly a little envious of the students on the grass. He thought of his age, but he was actually only seventeen years old. If he had come to this time and space, now You can do nothing, he he tea with friends, discuss the contestants, maybe he can represent Hogwarts in the competition and easily win a championship, maybe the only question he has to worry about is who to invite to the Christmas ball, nothing more.

But thinking that if he was born fifty years later, he might not know Aglaia and Miranda, so he was relieved and no longer envied the men and women in the night.

But Miller is different. He looked at the French students, the blue magic eye was turning crazily in the eye sockets, he hummed and rubbed his hands, and said excitedly: "Wait for you to go, I will have my body Go to the beautiful handsome guy and experience the feeling of youth~"

Hoffa couldn't help but glance at him. His wretched look and Moody terrifying face almost made him want to put him in a cage.

"Don't make any moths." He said displeasedly, "Pretend to be Moody and wait for me to come back."

"Can you control it? When I am your servant?" Miller rolled the eyes with disdain.

"If you mess up my business, I will really report to your sister."

"Ha, do you think this is not her idea?" Mi Le suddenly hooked Hoffa's shoulders and said in his ear: "She is bored and depressed. In fact, she would secretly look at it in private..."

Stay with your mouth!"

Hoffa's face was a little hot, and he quickly pushed Miller away, not wanting to hear him talk about Miranda's privacy.

The two continued to walk deep into the Forbidden Forest. They didn't go far. They heard several men shouting in front... Then there was a sharp, deafening roar.

roar!!

Going around the bushes, Hoffa caught a glimpse of a clearing in the distance. Four fierce-looking adult Dragons were confined in a paddock surrounded by thick planks, standing on their hind legs, and roaring. Snorting, the flames flashed in the night sky.

"It seems that the first task is going to use Dragon."

Miller laughed, and then said with disdain: "One generation is not as good as one. In our age, he was a student. You can tame Dragon."

"What does tame Dragon mean to you?" Hoffa saw Dragon and was a little bit emotional.

Miller who possessed Moody shrugged: "It doesn't mean anything, it's just a pet."

"For them, it means to prove themselves. It has different meanings and has nothing to do with strength. "

Hoffa said, Miller looked a little unhappy, "Bach, I have been unable to figure out a problem."

"What's the problem."

"Why did you jump into the lake in the Third Year? I still don't understand why some people choose to die."

"It's just an experience of mine, an immature experience." Hoffa indifferently said.

"If my sister is here, she will save you, but I won't let her go." Miller said seriously, "To be honest, I don't think being abandoned by Hogwarts is a major event, for To die in a trivial matter, you can only say that you are narrow-minded."

"It is indeed not a major event, you are right." Hoffa was calm, calm and absent-minded.

"Do you regret it?" Miller asked.

"No regrets, at least confirmed some simple things."

While they were talking, they entered the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and the dragon's roar in the distance was so low that it was on the ground. The fluorescent strains shimmer with a light blue or yellowish luster, attracting mosquitoes to fly around.

Miller took the lead and waved his fingers, setting up defense and isolation Formation on all sides.

After finishing the arrangement, Hoffa sit cross-legged on the ground and took out a small bottle of potion from his arms. The potion couldn't boil in the glass tube, and the surface exudes a bronze luster, which looks extremely heavy.

Finally...

This is the sacrificial potion he refined this month. As long as he drinks it, he can achieve the effect of sacrifice. Even after so many years of experience, in this brief moment, the moment he really arrived, his excited palms trembled slightly.

"Would you like me to drink?" Miller looked at the bottle of potion with some worry.

"Are you worried about me?"

"Don't worry, but there are ready-made sacrifices here." Miller pointed to Mad-Eye Moody's body, "Sacrifice him directly It’s not that it’s more convenient, it’s a loss of your lifespan."

"Maybe it’s unnecessary."

Hoffa indifferently said, he thought of the old man opening his mouth He shot, shook his head mockingly, opened his mouth and swallowed the potion without the slightest hesitation.

This mouthful of potion is like some kind of thick metal liquid, it has no taste, but after he swallowed it, he can clearly feel that there is another thing in his body, which is wrapped in that thick potion. Flowing and rolling in his blood vessels.

That is his time, his life.

It was so surging that he couldn't wait to pour it out immediately.

As instinctively, he imitated Joey's actions back then, cut his finger and drew an eye on the back of his hand.

Suddenly, it seemed to suck up a glass of milk and squeeze the plump drops of water. Some invisible force drew his life away. Hoffa's body became thin and shriveled, and he was ten years old. live.

Miller frowned and looked at Hoffa, a little unhappy.

He squatted down, bit his finger, and put a mark on his forehead with blood.

"This is a puppet rune, I cannot follow you to the underworld. If you have an emergency and need a spell, you can use this rune to contact me, just call my name and I will Control your body for one hour, but only one hour, understand?"

"I understand." Hoffa nodded.

"Also, there is the site of Death, the most terrifying abyss. Whether you find it or not, you must come back before your eyes disappear, otherwise you will be lost in Helheim forever, you The actual body will also become a vegetative.

"I understand, thank you, Miller. "

After finishing speaking, the blood-red eyes on the back of his hand blinked, and Hoffa's eyelids gradually became heavier.

Suddenly, he fell to the ground with a plop, as if someone was pulling vigorously. With a click of his hand, his eyes lost the blackness, leaving only pure white.

An invisible door suddenly opened, and a strong wind engulfed Hoffa's consciousness.

Afterwards, his consciousness followed the mysterious power through the layers of space.

Countless worlds flashed past his eyes, countless planes swept under his feet Arranged.

It seems that all around his body is all old-fashioned film footage. Finally, when he finished falling, he stood on a solid ground.

A blast of cold wind Blowing to him, as if he could blow him to the point of destruction and eliminate nothingness. He shivered instinctively, and put his arms around his shoulders.

But his spirit strength is already stronger than First Year He got used to it after the cold wind only made him uncomfortable for a moment.

Get used to the temperature and open your eyes.

He took a step back in amazement, sucked in a breath of cold air!!!

He is standing on a bridge at the moment, a huge, straight stone bridge, which comes from the place of illusory and leads to the unknown shore. At the end of the other shore, entrenched. With a huge and vague eagle shadow, the apparition is too big to be described in words.

It looks around and leaks a little light, which is the only light in this abyss.

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But this is not the reason for his astonishment. He has come to Death Secret Realm a long time ago. He has already deeply remembered the sights here.

The reason for his surprise is that this place and him The last time I came here was different.

It was very different.

The last time he landed, there was no one around him.

And this time, He is full of people around him!! Side by side, like entering Wangfujing Street during the Golden Week of the 11th. And those guys are all the same costumes, they are wearing black leather robes, wearing rusty bird cages, very quiet They were crowded into a ball and didn’t say a word.

The Hoffa who suddenly arrived was the only outlier among them.

Only one who didn’t wear a cage or black leather clothes. It's as abrupt as a man suddenly entered into a female bathhouse.

His arrival attracted everyone's attention.

The slanting ice and snow came from the void and dark sky, and To the bottomless abyss.

Hoffa stands in the crowd , Looking at the bridge on the bridge, the thousands of guys with the heads of the birdcage, and the straight eyes behind their cages.

He swallowed his saliva and tremblingly raised his hand: "Excuse me... Excuse me...?"