Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Hogwarts, the walls of the auditorium hall are covered with shiny silver frost, and the ceiling is starlight with a brilliant night sky, and there are hundreds of mistletoe sprigs and ivy hanging on the ceiling. Garland. The four house tables are gone, replaced by a hundred small tables lit with lanterns, each with a dozen people sitting.

Men and women from the three major universities in Europe gathered together at the same time. The girls were dressed in multi-colored skirts. The boys also got together in a cluster on the left, holding the cup and talking gracefully, while their eyes turned around on the girls.

After a while, the four champions led their dancing partners into the auditorium, and the people in the auditorium clapped.

Such a joyous atmosphere fell in Miller’s eyes, but it was like a small glass of boiling water dripping on an iceberg. The slightest wave could not be lifted. He sat in the corner and looked at the four champions passing by and their The dancing partner, a certain kind of huge depression hovered over his head, making him totally unable to blend into the environment, as if he could see Hoffa's fleshy body that was aging and dying as soon as he closed his eyes.

Forcibly resisting the discomfort, he took his place, and the people next to him made his debut. Not far from his seat, the champions are chatting, after winning two events. The young man Harry who was trapped by him and Hoffa can now adapt himself to his champion status with ease. At this moment, he is talking with Weasley of Boxi.

Weasley: "I have been promoted. I am now Mr. Crouch's personal assistant. I am here on his behalf."

Harry: "Why didn't he come?"

Weasley: "I regret that Mr. Crouch is in a bad condition, very bad. Since the World Cup, he has been wrong..."

"What a nosy guy."

Miller thought.

Again.

He took out the parchment with the sacrificial array and glanced at it. "It has nothing to do with me."

He muttered to himself.

Putting away the parchment, raising his head, and pouring three glasses of strong brandy, a slight dizziness is transmitted from Alastor Moody's body, but it can't relieve his anxiety.

The champions around me are still chatting, some dressed up like bear bears. Krum is chatting with his female companion: "Ah, we also have a castle, I don’t think there is one here. It’s not as comfortable as this place. Ours only has a fourth layer building, and we can only fire it when magic is applied. But our venue is more spacious than here-but the days in winter are very short and we can’t play on the venue. In summer, we are everyday All is outside Mobiliarbus, flying over the lake, flying over the mountain range——"

"Okay, okay, Viktor!" Karkaroff said, "Don't reveal any more secrets, or you charming Friends of you will know where we are!"

Dumbledore smiled, eyes gleaming. "Igor, keep secrets like this... People will think you don't welcome others to visit."

"Aiya, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said, grinning wide and showing yellow teeth. "We are all Want to protect our private domain, don’t we? Don’t we need to be careful to guard the school halls we are entrusted with? Only we know the secrets of the school. Shouldn’t we be proud of it? Shouldn’t we keep these secrets? "

Several people's conversations about secrets got into Miller's mind. He was a little restless, some invisible oppression squeezed from all directions, as if this scene was familiar. Make him want to escape.

"Oh, I can't even dream of claiming that I know all the secrets of Hogwarts, Igor."

Miller whispered.

"Oh, I can't even dream of claiming that I know all the secrets of Hogwarts, Igor." Dumbledore said happily, "For example, this morning..."

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ding ding dong dong ...

The glass cup on the table shook for a while.

Everyone's eyes were attracted, and Miller stood up looking pale and walked out swayingly.

Dumbledore asked him kindly: "Alastor, where are you going?"

Miller's perfunctory: "Just go around."

Karkaroff said contemptuously : "Calm down, Old Partner, there is no dark wizard tonight."

Miller gave Karkaroff a cold look. Karkaroff looked like he wanted to say something. After he stared at him, he was forcibly I swallowed the words.

Miller controlled Alastor .Moody’s body as he walked out of the hall. As he walked, he became more and more flustered. This flustered feeling came from the bottom of his heart. After leaving his seat, in this colorful and gorgeous hall, he looked like It was as strange as entering the Great Desolate swamp.

"Wait a minute, Professor Moody."

Someone stopped him again, this time he was still a woman.

A dark-skinned middle-aged woman, wearing a tall wizard hat, black dress, rubbing her hands, looks a little embarrassed.

Professor Aurora Sinnista.

Miller recognized her. She was the professor of astronomy at Hogwarts, who normally lived in the tower all year round and almost never showed up. There are no social activities, this time at the Christmas party, it is rare that she can actually remove her eyes from the stars.

"What's wrong?"

For some reason, after seeing her, the strangeness of falling into the Great Desolate swamp disappeared. It's like a drowning man found land.

"Uh..."

Aurora Sinistera looked very cramped. She looked at the blue magic eye on Moody's face uneasy, and stopped talking.

"What's the matter?"

Miller squinted, "It's okay, I'll go now."

"no! Wait a minute, Professor Moody , May I ask, can you dance with me at the prom?"

Aurora. Sinister spoke this sentence very quickly, turning her head as if she was exhausted from all strength Go, dare not look at him.

This...

Miller didn’t expect this request, but if you think about it carefully, it’s normal. Looking at the stars from the horoscope tower, there is normally no intersection with others. Surely no one would invite her to dance.

In normal times, he should answer this woman's request, because there is no better match than them. A cripple man and an autistic woman are more real than a bitch with a dog.

To say it is just a pair made in Heaven and arranged by Earth.

But the boredom in Miller’s heart in this brief moment suddenly increased. It was a boredom that was constrained by various rules, promises, and disguise, and a faint sight. Feeling, he felt that Aurora Sinistera's face was almost vomiting.

"Okay..."

Miller slammed his head.

"What's wrong with you?"

Aurora Sinistera hurried forward and asked with concern.

Miller forcibly swallowed the promised words to his lips. He suddenly raised his hand, pushed away the professor of astronomy, and exclaimed: "Go away, old woman, I'm not at peace. You dance."

The astronomy professor was stunned and looked at Moody’s scared face stupidly. He suddenly hid his face and cried, turned and ran, even when he ran over the corner. I stepped on the hem of my skirt and almost fell to the ground.

After scolding an irrelevant woman, Miller suddenly felt incomparably refreshed, as if the sky was suddenly high Sea is broad enough for fish to leap about, and all good things became easily accessible.

He straightened out the bow tie on his neck, looked around, then walked to a Beauxbatons senior girl ten meters away from him, bent down, and asked: "Excuse me, can you and Am I doing a dance?"

The beautiful blonde girl was talking and drinking with her friends. When she turned her head to see Alastor Moody's broken face, she couldn't help but let out a short scream , Splashed the glass of fruit wine subconsciously on his face.

The people next to him couldn't help but puci laughed, and Miller also laughed. The drink rolled off his face, and when he raised his hand, he slapped his backhand on the beautiful girl's face.

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All the students of Beauxbatons around who slapped them were confused. They stared at Miller with the look of an ancient beast, completely unable to understand who could do such a thing.

Miller could not help but grabbed the shoulder of the beautiful girl, tilted his head and said with a smile: "Why, haven't you seen a woman hit?"

An extremely provocative sentence is like ice Water poured into the hot oil pan, causing a violent riot on the spot. Almost all the students of Beauxbatons put down the cup in their hands, and chaos was on the verge.

"Come on, come on!"

Miller was short of breath, clutching the shoulders of the girls next to him.

But the chaotic emotions hadn’t spread, the eyes of all the Beauxbatons students who came around were lost. They were quiet for a few seconds like sleepwalking, and then mechanically picked up the cup again, as if there was nothing. Seeing the same, chat to chat, drink to drink, dance to dance.

Miller’s abnormal action is like a small stone thrown into a deep pool. After stirring up a small splash, it disappears invisible.

The cold sweat dripped from Miller's pale face drop by drop.

He realized something was wrong with this place.

Everything is controlled.

"Okay, okay!"

Miller gritted his teeth and unceremoniously grabbed the young beauty's waist, pressing fiercely with the palm of her hand on her ass. For a moment.

But the girl looked at him with an unusually calm look.

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Helheim, on the sand in the arena, Arvada asked Hoffa with a smile "I'm here, do you want to continue playing?"

"What are you playing?" Hoffa asked Avada coldly.

"Death's game."

"What?" Barty Jr. threw away the stone and asked wonderingly: "Did we just win, why should we continue?"

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"How can that count."

Avada patiently explained: "That was a game played by Death and Davis Sawyer, not with Mr. Hoffa Bach. Just now, Mr. Bach just appeared in friendship as an opponent. To participate in the game, Mr. Bach must defeat his opponent."

"No."

Hoffa Thinking of the souls hanging on the Path of Thorns, thinking of what Aglaia said to him, I couldn't help blurting out: "I don't participate in the game of Death."

"so that's how it is, it's a shame "

Avada sighed slightly, "It's okay, but I kindly remind you. Death has almost forgotten you. If you don't participate now, I'm afraid there will be no chance again in the future. ."

"What will happen if I am forgotten by Death?"

"Nothing will happen, you will be like them."

Avada points to Looking at the ghosts in the carnival on the stands, they said: "The ghosts who have just arrived in Helheim, they have enthusiasm, temperature, memory, and hope, but those are the only things they have. When they forget all this, There is no value anymore. The remaining soul stays here, neither enters the cycle nor has a goal. This is the real underworld, repetitive and monotonous. I hope you can enjoy it, Mr. Hoffa Bach."

After speaking, Avada turned and left, and the silhouette was soon blurred in the fog of the dead kingdom.

"It's only a few days now? Can I think about it again!?" Hoffa shouted behind him.

"Do you think how many people die every day? Although not many people can walk across the bridge, you are definitely not the only one." Avada's misty voice came from a distance.

Barty Jr. said anxiously: "Mr. Bach, he is leaving. What should I do?"

"Wait!"

Hoffa shouted Arvada.

Avada stood still and looked back at Hoffa.

Hoffa gritted his teeth: "What if I win Death? Can I take people out?"

"If I win Death, you can even become Death. Naturally you can do anything. You want to do it."

Avada is not surprising and endless, and I don't know if it is extreme self-confidence or utterance, so he just said it casually.

Hoffa's heart throbs. If he has a heart now, I'm afraid he has jumped to 200. What should I choose? The answer is self-evident.

In the underworld where no time passes, only those worms that keep turning into flesh are the only visible changes. He has nothing to do. He doesn't want to throw himself into the endless carnival like those meaningless ghosts, and he doesn't want to just sit in place and sit down meaninglessly forever.

He wants to take Aglaia back to the real world, walking on the soft and delicate beaches, tasting different flavors of ice cream, scenery and delicacies of various countries, and experiencing the four seasons like a normal person, ups and downs. .

"What is a game?" He asked Arvada hard.

Avada's patted hand, scarlet squirmed out two huge konjac flowers on the sand. The konjac turned and opened, and inside each flower was a red fruit human body.

The human body does not have any characteristics, no hair, like Avada, no genitalia, other than that, it is a standard male.

"This is the body that Death prepares for you. Of course, you can also prepare your own body. Ask who wants you to be clear. In short, there is no need for a second death in Helheim, but as long as the fleshy body If you are destroyed, you will be judged as a game failure. Do you understand?"

"If you fail, you will be sent to the Way of Thorns."

"Accurate."

Avada said.

"Does everyone have the same rules?"

"Ah~of course."

Avada laughed, his feet appear out of thin air A bubble, the bubble gets bigger and bigger, and finally becomes a happy clown head.

Hoffa clenched her fist secretly. He just thought that when he was fighting Davis, he had no body at all, which meant that Davis could not kill himself at all, but he had a body and he could destroy at will. His failure was doomed. Yes, Death at first never thought of letting him win.

He wanted to question Arvada, but he had already stepped on the balloon to fly high again. The sound in the arena is like the volume knob being constantly turned up, and the shouts of countless ghosts are rushing at the top of the arena like a torrent.

Hoffa and Barty Jr. got into the body prepared for them by Death. It felt like putting on a rubber garment. There was not much discomfort and not very sensitive, just like manipulating a Unfamiliar game characters, you can use it to watch, use it to do actions, but you can't feel too much with it.

Amid the shouts of countless fanatical ghosts, the door of the duel arena slowly opened. Barty Jr.'s expression was tense, he leaned against Hoffa tightly: "What kind of opponent will Death arrange for you?"

"I don't know." Hoffa was also very nervous.

"Your opponents should be terrifying."

"Yes." Hoffa said dryly.

Avada flew into the sky in a balloon, holding the microphone: "The next challenger, let us welcome from the magic world, quiet and fanatical, smart but stupid, simple but complicated , The young but old Ravenclaw wizard, Mr. Hoffa. Bach!"

Hush! !

The Unidentified Ghost also booed, and expressed disdain for the challenger just like Davis.

Hoffa listened to Arvada's introduction to himself, and thought to say that he was a schizophrenic patient. He didn't even know that he had so many weird characteristics.

Just listen to Arvada continue to say: "In his short but turbulent life, he has faced countless opponents and defeated countless enemies, but he never seems to have truly taken the outside The enemy of taking seriously. Rumor has it that every arrogant Ravenclaw will always have an opponent, the only opponent, that opponent is like a shadow, faintly discernible, and it is difficult for the person who uses it to see its true content even in his lifetime.

The kingdom of the dead is in the Eternal Arena. Death has prepared a special gift for him so that he can peep into the Profound Mystery of Life. Now, please, Hoffa Bach's first opponent, from the past self-the metamorphic Master!"

Crack.

The door on the other side of the duel field slowly opened.

Hoffa kept Barty Jr. backing back, and then he saw a boy with black hair, black eyes, two or three years younger than himself, coming out on the other side of the duel. The boy is wearing a black school uniform from Hogwarts, with the blue eagle pattern of Ravenclaw house on the uniform.

He was stunned.

That is the young version of myself.