Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The situation became extremely bad. Suddenly, Hoffa changed from an ordinary student to an ordinary student who was warned by the school's top management.

The next time you commit a crime again, you will be expelled.

Gorshak's eyes are not joking with himself, he really does. At this point, Hoffa has no room for resistance. I got the Disillusionment Charm, and even got the high-level ghost walk, but his weak facts have not changed because of this.

At this moment, Hoffa realized that he was not a savior, he had neither fame nor aura. He is only 11 years old, lacks accumulation, lacks strong capital, and lacks the power to truly break the rules.

Hoffa can figure out who reported him. But the strange thing is that he is not angry, and some are only numb. He couldn't hate Aglaia any more. If she was a boy, I'm afraid Hoffa would not even use magic and go straight up to punch the opponent with his fist.

It's a pity that Hoffa suffered from the sorrow of sex.

For the school arrangement, he can only accept and regard it as an indispensable lesson.

All day long, he sat in the class expressionless and didn't communicate with anyone.

He is thinking about future arrangements. First of all, he must complete all the tasks arranged by the school, eliminate the bad influence of the Hogsmeade incident on him, and become a low-key ordinary student again. Secondly, he can no longer let anyone find out that he has violated school rules. Discontinue all gray plans, explore schools in violation of regulations, or learn the knowledge in the restricted book, all have to be temporarily put aside.

How to be cautious.

Expelled?

And Hoffa absolutely can't let this happen, he is only 11 years old now, unaccompanied in the European continent, he must be attached to Hogwarts for the time being to survive.

At dinner in the evening, Hoffa returned to normal.

He started talking and laughing with the surrounding students, no different from normal.

Half of dinner, a senior student came over. Handed Hoffa a letter.

Take a look, there are two parchments inside, and the first one is written on it.

[Every day at 5:30, the hunting field guards will wait for you at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. I hope you can discover your own shortcomings while working-Adbe Gorshak]

Is a letter of labor punishment.

There is also a parchment under this memo.

Hoffa's heart was cold when he took it out.

This is a scoring check sheet, which is used to sign and score the Forbidden Forest guards.

There are above, excellent, good, ordinary, bad. Four ratings.

After the general column, it says (stay in school for observation)

and after the bad column, it says (expulsion)

extra Goal, obediently and honestly one month.

Hoffa sighed, this is his goal and also his obstacle. It must be overcome to talk about future development.

I checked the time, it was five o'clock, and only half an hour from the time marked on the letter. He gave up the plan to eat dinner, took two chicken legs from the dinning table and put them in his pocket, and after saying goodbye to Miranda, he hurriedly left.

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Outside the castle, a fuzzy round of hairy moon has risen, and the sky is very dim. The breeze was blowing in Hoffa's hair. The rain was still pattering, and the rain wetted his school robe.

The rain on the edge of the Forbidden Forest is much smaller. There are many tall trees growing here, and the air smells of rotting leaves.

When he had just walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a large group of crows sprang out suddenly in the dark forest. They flew gu gu by the moon, as if they had seen something ominous.

The hunting ground was empty. Hoffa stood at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest and stopped for a while, until the crows stopped chirping, and he saw a few nicks on the tree through the last daylight.

[Joy Dago's House-Do Not Disturb If Nothing's About]

Joy Dago?

It seems that this person is the current hunting ground guard.

The only known hunting ground guard in Hoffa is Rubeus Hagrid.

Hagrid will not come to Hogwarts for two years to go to school. Naturally, there is no Hagrid's cabin here.

He has also seen the current hunting field guard. He is a one-eyed old man riding a horse. He was in charge of the school's various posters on the boat when school started, but Hoffa didn't know him at all.

If you come, let it rest.

Hoffa comforted herself.

"Lumos."

With soft singing, a burst of silver light illuminates the darkness.

Hoffa held the wand high and pointed to a path of intestines that gradually disappeared into the depths of the black jungle. Looking into the Forbidden Forest, he couldn't see anything.

Hoffa tightened her robes and stepped into this familiar but unfamiliar wood.

He thought he was walking along the path, and he should be able to see the hunting ground guard named Joey Dago.

As he walked, he felt something was wrong, because when he came to an oak tree along the path, the small path under his feet was divided into three forks, leading to different roads. Direction.

"What the hell is going on..."

Hoffa muttered to himself, he took out the note Gorshak gave him and looked around. The map of Forbidden Forest is not drawn above.

No way, the task is the task. He had to rush to the hunting ground guard before half past five, otherwise he would be late. He put away the note and went to Sanchakou and shouted a few times.

"Mr. Dago?"

"Are you there?"

The voice echoed in the open forest, but no one answered.

Hoffa brows frowned, can I only choose one path? But these three roads seem to make no difference at all.

He walked towards the oak tree in the middle of the three forks.

After Hoffa approached, he found some very simple but vivid patterns carved on the tree.

There are three pictures, corresponding to three entrances.

On the left is a tower under the flash of lightning.

In the middle is a woman in a robe holding a balance.

On the right is a weird man hanging upside down from a tree.

Hoffa thought for a moment. These patterns seem to have been seen in the school's Divination book, but he is not a person who is good at divination. To be honest, he doesn't believe in this stuff either.

Divination teacher's obscure and inexplicable sentence patterns are more like madman's babble to him. He understands every word apart, and he doesn't understand when combined.

Faced with this kind of weird intersection, Hoffa has no good way.

He put away the wand, stood in front of the three forks, and touched the ground with his hands.

"You and me, big fool, Baixue Princess marry him."

Left.

Hoffa walked in along the path patterned with the lightning tower.

Just stepping into this woodland, his silhouette blurred a few times and disappeared in the Forbidden Forest.

The fog swallowed this path.

Aware of the fog in the forest at night, Hoffa squinted his eyes, and he lifted wand.

Wand silver’s rays of light illuminate the surrounding roads, and Hoffa sees the moist path around his feet, covered with moss and multi-colored tiny fungi. Some unknown fluorescent bugs were flying in the darkness, and they scattered after hearing Hoffa's voice.

I didn't walk far along the road, a large tree hugged by two people, reappeared in the middle of the road, firmly blocking Hoffa's direction.

"Damn!"

Seeing that the road was blocked again, a trace of impatience flooded Hoffa's heart.

What the hell is this? Didn’t you let yourself come to the Forbidden Forest to look for a hunting guard? Why is the road either bifurcated or blocked? Is this hunting ground guards mentally ill?

In Hoffa's impression, the faculty of this generation Hogwarts are quite normal, how could they do such nonsensical things.

He walked to the tree in the middle a little annoyed, trying to walk around from the side.

After walking to the edge of the tree, he saw three identical engravings on the tree again.

A tower under the flash of lightning.

A woman in a robe with a balance.

A weird man hanging upside down on a tree.

Hoffa's impatient expression gradually cooled. Things have become a little abnormal.

A faintly discernible feeling of being snooped came, and the flying fluorescent insects slowly floated towards Hoffa, and the number began to increase.

He drew out wand and slowly began to back away, wanting to return to the exit to speak.

But I just took a step back, only to find that I couldn't move my feet. Looking down, a black dry palm on the ground grabbed his ankle.

Hoffa's hair exploded.

He suddenly exerted his strength, kicked the palm that hooked him, turned his head and ran back.

This one.

The fog is thicker.

La~La~La~

Inexplicable soft laughter sounded around.

Hoffa turned his head and saw that the tiny mushrooms growing in the rot and shadow on the ground suddenly swelled up, wrapping the trunk and the ground like a parasite close and numerous.

As the mushrooms get bigger and bigger, some of the patterns still split from the middle and continue to split. The patterns on the mushrooms are like small faces, some are smiling, some are fierce, and some are wronged. Looking at him baffledly...

They squeezed from all directions, Hoffa was frightened, the unknown changes exceeded his expectations, and the sudden crisis made him cold sweats. , He could only forcefully calm down.

He changed his direction and started running again.

Without running a few steps, all the swollen mushrooms on the ground exploded, mucus shot in all directions, countless black hands stretched out from the middle, close and numerous, firmly holding Hoffa. Those flying insects in the air stuck to Hoffa's face, trying to get in through his skin.

Hoffa entered the ghost wandering state without hesitation.

He broke away from the material world in an instant, and entered the shadow world with only two colors of gray.

But the surrounding black hands did not disappear, instead they grew vigorously from the ground. Moreover, from the perspective of the shadow world, the entire forest has changed, as if a living creature is constantly wriggling.

The black hand caught Hoffa in the shadow, the mushroom still stared at him firmly, and countless insects penetrated into his cheek, making him look weird and hideous.

Damn it!

Hoffa's head spins fast.

Leaving the material world and still not leaving this weird magic, it seems that this is not a spell for the body, but a magic for the spirit.

To understand this, Hoffa's expression is very solemn.

He didn't waste magic power anymore, and immediately quit the ghost walk.

The black hands almost drowned Hoffa, and they dragged Hoffa into the ground little by little, and they also made excitement and weird conversations with each other.

Hoffa closed her eyes, while running the Meditation Method with all her strength, purifying her spirit. While thinking about countermeasures quickly.

Magic involves hallucinations, and spells that can affect the spirit are mostly related to dark magic. This is what Professor Melos from the Gryffindor School once said in class.

It may be a defensive technique, or it may be pure dark magic, there is only a thin line between the two.

Here is only several hundred meters away from Hogwarts Castle. Hoffa does not believe that anyone can plant profound dark magic here, so it must be some kind of weird defense technique...

Under the full operation of the Meditation Method, Hoffa's spirit began to change from pureness to sharpness, the surrounding scenery and black hands began to blur, some grabbed Hoffa's arm and even began to scream and emit white smoke.

As if they caught simply not a person, but a soldering iron.

The bugs attached to Hoffa crackle and explode.

But Hoffa's resistance did not make them retreat. Countless black-handed tides gushed from the dark underground and flooded Hoffa.

Hoffa closed her eyes, her spirit radiated like a spider web, every touch of spirit turned into a steel needle, and each steel needle penetrated a black hand or a monster insect.

The whole spiritual world has become a battlefield.

He and the unknown magic battlefield.

Just as the battle situation is rapidly changing anxious, regardless of the outcome.

A strong force came from an unknown place. A man extended the hand, crossing the boundary between illusion and reality, holding Hoffa's shoulder, and forcibly pulling Hoffa from the control of the black hands. Came out.

His!

This is like falling off the bed after falling asleep.

Hoffa was shivered and opened his eyes suddenly, shaking the whole person twice.

He is completely awake. Mushrooms, black hands, creeping forests, flying monster insects, all disappeared.

The sky is still dripping with cold rain. He is now standing in front of an old oak tree at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, his face almost touching the trunk, and the lightning in front of him hits the tower. Engraved drawings.

Hoffa look pale, my fingers are a bit cold.

His consciousness has gone so far, his body hasn't moved a step.

When he fell into the illusion, Hoffa didn't know at all.

"You're here early."

A hoarse but steady voice came around.

"It's half past five, why are you coming in advance?"

Hoffa turned his head and saw that he saw a weather-beaten face. He was about fifty years old. His one-eyed old man, holding his arms, is looking at himself up and down.