Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

When Hoffa opened his eyes again, he felt a bone-to-the-bone cold. I wonder if this winter was exceptionally cold, or if he hadn't felt the temperature for too long. Maybe both.

He slowly got up from the bed, his body made a clicking sound, it was the skeletons colliding with each other.

The office of Defense Against the Dark Arts is in a mess, some ropes are scattered on the table, and the ground is messy. It seems to have experienced some violent conflict.

The cold wind hu hu blows in from the window, about half an hour before dawn, and there is an unsearchable weeping sound in the cold wind, which is house elf gleaming. It was crying in the corner of the office.

"What happened?" Hoffa walked to the elf and asked. As soon as he spoke, he was taken aback by his own voice. His voice was dull and dull, as if he was not himself.

"Master...Master is gone...take Young Lord away..."

Sparkling cried and pointed to the scattered ropes on the ground.

Hoffa looked around, but she didn't find Barty Jr.'s silhouette.

Bah la.

a light sound.

Miller controlled Moody's body and stood up and lit the fireplace in the office.

Through the flickering firelight in the fireplace, Hoffa caught a glimpse of himself on the glass.

A few months have passed, and his hair that was burned in the fire has grown out. It’s just that he stayed in Helheim for too long and consumed too many lives. At this moment He has changed from a teenager to a middle age person with Both eyes are spiritless. His ash-gray hair hangs down from his thin forehead, and the deep decree lines on his cheeks are a pair of deep sunken gold. Eyes, he is more haggard than ever before.

"Barty Jr. was taken away by his father."

Hoffa said to Miller, who was squatting in front of the fireplace.

"When, do you still have time to control him?" Miller said feebly, "Did you hear what Aglaia said? Six thousand times, Merlin beard...what are we doing? What kind of things have you experienced?"

"Yes."

Hoffa whispered, he looked at his dry hands, unusually calm: "Six thousand times, if my destiny Repeated six thousand times, then the fate of Barty Jr. and his father was repeated six thousand times."

"Father killing."

"Not only killing fathers, but going both ways. Perish."

Hoffa thought that in the original work, old Barty was killed, and Barty Jr. was also sucked up by the dementor to die. This fate is probably one of the 6,000 cycles, couldn’t be changed, irreversible.

"What are you thinking, Hoffa, what shall we do next!?" Miller threw away the tongs and rubbed his head anxiously.

"The previous method won't work, it's meaningless. I have to go to Dumbledore, to anyone I know."

Hoffa puts down her palm, golden eyes The flames burned again: "I have always avoided being discovered by Dumbledore, but that must have become part of Death's fate. I must break the routine and find all the ways to get out of the deadlock."

After that, He got up and left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Miller hurriedly followed behind him: "How do you know that you didn't think that way six thousand times before? I mean, if you think that way, then you must be the others Think of it this way."

"Then what better advice do you have?"

"I suggest you don't do anything and find a place to live in seclusion. Let him care about the actual situation. ."

"How do you know that I didn't listen to you six thousand times before?"

Hoffa kept walking.

......

At this time, Hogwarts was just bright, but the sky was gloomy and no sunlight was visible. The frosty snow was very hard, running on it. There will be a creak creak sound. In the morning, the students shrank tightly in their robes, and ran hurriedly with the book in their hands, with no expression on their faces.

At this moment, it should be the end of Christmas, the second task of Triwizard Tournament is over, and the third task has not yet started. The castle is full of students from other magic schools. The students of Durmstrang wore thick brown black cloaks, and the students of Beauxbatons wore silver-gray tassel robes.

While passing by those students, Hoffa began to feel a little confused. Although there are many students in the school, there are no words between students. The school of Norwegian University, there is nothing very quiet. When people speak, this can't help being frightening.

"What happened?"

He asked Miller.

"Christmas started like this."

Miller replied, "I don't know what happened."

The silent flow of people holding textbooks Very quietly, they passed by the two and went to the school auditorium. Precisely without any friction, like a puppet under the tie.

"Damn it!"

Hoffa strode against the flow of people and walked to the top of the castle. I don’t know when the prosperous magic school was transformed into the weird center. He is very eager to get out of that damn cycle and change his own destiny. If he can, he also hopes to change the destiny of the people around him, including these students who have fallen into dreams, but He didn't know what to do, so he could only pin his hopes on Dumbledore.

Before he came to the top floor, he saw a lot of Wizard Society journalists. They concentrated in rows on the front of Dumbledore, holding the spotlights, pushing and shoving, noisy and louder than quieter. Of students look much more normal.

"What happened?"

Hoffa searched for memory, but couldn't remember how this happened in the original work. For the first time in history, his cognition appeared Deviation, which made him both worried and happy.

After a while, an old white-haired man in a pointed wizard hat and ash-gray robe walked down the spiral staircase in the office. It is the current Hogwarts headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore!"

Hoffa called to Dumbledore, he separated the crowd, strode to Dumbledore's side, and turned him around by pressing his shoulder." Professor Dumbledore, it’s me, do you still know me?

"

The people around all looked at Hoffa that popped up with surprise, Dumbledore blue’s eyes drooping, Looking at him through the half-moon lens, blue eyes flashed with confused rays of light.

Dumbledore's unwavering appearance made Hoffa feel uneasy, but at this time, he didn't care much, and he immediately posted to Dumbledore's ear: "Listen, you must stop the Triwizard Tournament. This The game was an opportunity for Tom Riddle's resurrection. He asked me to come over and turn the portkey into a trophy. At the end of the game, Harry Potter was sent over to resurrect him."

Hoffa said very quickly. : "If you don't want to see someone die or see the outbreak of future wars, you must stop the game now."

After speaking in one breath, Hoffa's heart beating, he looked forward to looking forward to it. Dumbledore, I hope he can believe his words and make changes immediately.

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile after listening. He patted Hoffa's shoulder: "I see. You will wait a moment. After I finish the press conference, I will talk to you in detail."

After that, he didn't wait for Hoffa to comment. Stretching his hands together, he said to the reporter: "Listen well, I want to announce today's major event."

Suddenly, the reporters under them boiled, and they raised their hands. The light, Kazka Kaz, exposed rounds of white light, almost blinding people's eyes.

Hoffa was very weak during the day, and looking at the dazzling white light was even more uncomfortable. He had to cover his eyes and hide in the corner. But after seeing Dumbledore, he had a bottom in his heart. If he could get his help, he should have a high chance of breaking the damn cycle.

I only heard Dumbledore say: "This year, the Triwizard Tournament was held in Hogwarts as scheduled. So far, it has been a great success. Our four champions have overcome all obstacles and completed two difficult challenges, and Wizard Society also expressed concern for us, but this level of attention is not enough..."

paused, he laughed: "For this, I It was announced that on the night of the finals, all spectators who came to Hogwarts to watch the finals of the Triwizard Tournament will not only be exempt from tickets, but also get a reward of one hundred gold Galleons. For this reason, we even have a super prize of 10,000 gold Galleons once. The grand prize is a free lottery opportunity for all spectators. All spectators who come to watch the game have a chance to win..."

The Hoffa in the corner is stupid, what! ?

He looked at Dumbledore smiling in the crowd, unable to say a word for a long while.

After Dumbledore read out a long list of incentives, the reporters boiled over, and they handed the microphone to Dumbledore one after another.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, are you true? !?"

"Did the Ministry of Magic agree to your move?"

"When will the last game start?"

"Yes What drove you to make this decision?"

......

Hoffa carefully stood against the old man in the crowd, and finally noticed something strange and was caught by Dumbledore. The elder wand inserted in his waist is now faintly discernable spilling out some dark energy, the energy naked eye is completely imperceptible.

Seeing the strangeness of Deathly Hallows and Dumbledore, Hoffa's heart fell straight down to the bottom of the valley. The hope that had just been born was instantly shattered, and he thought that the night he had just met Miller, he had accidentally rushed into Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was a little weird at that time, and now he had a vague sense of what was going on.

Around the reporters, Dumbledore even glanced at Hoffa and smiled. Hoffa's inner anxiety immediately expanded Great Accomplishment's fear. It was daytime, and he did not have any frontal combat capabilities.

One of his hands held him in the crowd, and when he looked back, it was Miller.

"Let's go."

Miller stared at Dumbledore with Moody's magic eye, pulled Hoffa around, and walked out of the castle without looking back.

The two hurried down the swaying magic ladder. Dumbledore, who was surrounded by reporters holding the spotlight, did not stop them, and did not even look at them again.

"Dumbledore is already under control, we must get out of here quickly." Miller said irritably.

"He can't recognize me anymore."

Hoffa thought of the last time we met, Dumbledore was constantly taking the memory out of his mind, maybe about fifty years of him The memory of the former has been taken out by him and sealed in a glass bottle.

"I shouldn't have come to you, you a plague god," Miller said irritably, "Anyone who has a relationship with you can't escape bad luck. Maybe he thinks so, forget about you. It's safer."

Hearing Miller say this, Hoffa was relaxed instead.

He thought of the small setbacks Agleya had experienced during his 300,000 years in Helheim. He had to find a way to change the cycle.

"Why don't you give yourself an Obliviate?"

He let go of Miller's hand and even walked in front of him. Miller looked at him. Dissatisfied and helpless twitched his lips.

When I walked to the gate of the castle, the temperature in the air was lower. The sunlight in the sky was the same as the fake one, which would not bring any warmth to people.

The situation got worse, and a cold call came from behind.

"Where are you going, Bach?"

Hoffa's body froze, and Miller disguised as Alastor. Moody also stopped moving. A man in a cage sat Next to the fountain in the school yard, holding an unfinished book in his hand, he put away the book and slowly stood up. Came to them silently:

"I thought Helheim could shut you down. Didn't expect you to escape."

" Grindelwald."

Hoffa stepped back slowly, but he was not surprised. If even Dumbledore could be controlled, then he wouldn't think anyone could do it except him.

He looked at the sky and drew a tube of sepsis potion from his waist.

"This is what you want to do. Use Triwizard Tournament to attract the attention of wizards from all over Europe, and then gather them to Hogwarts so you can catch them all at once?"

Grindelwald: "No Wrong, this is what I mean."

"How did you do it? When was Dumbledore controlled by you?"

"Even the most amazing wizard, there will be a day of temptation, even more how in my eyes, Albus.Dumbledore has never been a great wizard."

Grindelwald said, the dark crowd surrounded by Hogwarts all directions Coming, they were wearing shabby black clothed clothes, holding wands, expressionless.

Grindelwald shrugged:

"I have already said that, and the rest is life and death."

The moment when Wand lifted , Hoffa raised the bottle of sepsis potion without the slightest hesitation, and poured his head up into his mouth. Potion had just been lifted, and a heavy shot fell on his head, smashing the blood potion in his hand to pieces.

Grindelwald shot, he was forcibly shot more than 20 meters away, rolled on the ground several times, and fell among the students.

The student holding the book passed him silently without making any sound.

Hoffa got up from a bone on the ground, and you can see hundreds of spells. They shot from all directions like lasers, illuminating his face, and he has no room for resistance during the day. .

But before the spells fell on his face, Miller appeared in front of him and lifted wand. Space distortion was bent, and hundreds of spells were transferred to the sky above the Forbidden Forest in the distance, and fireworks exploded in the dark sky.

"Little Goshak, do you want to take action against your father?"

Grindelwald stood on the high stone steps, looking condescendingly at Alastor Moody’s body, sneered: "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't exist at all."

"Don't expect me to be grateful for this, Grindelwald, existence is not easy."

M Holding wand, he turned his head and said to Hoffa.

"Come on, you know the secret way, behind the Gregory statue."

"What do you do!?"

Hoffa asked Miller anxiously.

"Leave me alone, he can't kill me, you go and solve the problem!"

Miller said, flicking wand, a translucent ring spell appeared around, covering "Go away."

"Damn!"

Hoffa looked at the broken glass in her hand and the rising sun, knowing that take along to withdraw can only be a drag on Miller.

He tore off his clothes, covered his face, and stumbled away from the center of the conflict under the cover of smoke.