Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

For a long time after that, Hoffa did not appear in front of anyone again. After the friendly separation from Miller in London, he took Aglaia and disappeared in Britain. Traced.

After their first day together, life fell into a simple travel mode. They ate breakfast at the street market. The cement table of the stall was polished as smooth as a polished marble. After eating, they read the newspaper at the stall. The sun was warm in the intersection of sweet orange and light tea.

They went to the beach in the morning to swim and play in the water together, until the sun drove them back to the cool room of the hotel isolated from the outside world, and they fell asleep under the slowly rotating wooden ceiling fan.

In the afternoon, they explore the maze of numerous narrow streets behind the city avenue, or go hiking in the mountains. Lying on the beach at sunset, calling each other's names. At night, they ate dinner in a restaurant facing the beach, and drank in the courtyard of the White Wall Hotel, with moonlight wrapping around the edge of the waves.

Sometimes Hoffa will speak, a long story without a subject, nagging like an old woman. But Aglaia said very little, she always hugged him and listened to him. But Hoffa has learned to value her few words.

On the world, there are fewer and fewer people who can talk. Many times, those foreign cities seem to be asleep. Although they are still operating as usual, sometimes they will not meet someone who is talking. people.

the entire world is as quiet as if there are only two talking people left.

But there is nothing wrong with it.

They sat in the empty concert hall of Vienna, looked at the stage where there was no performance, tried every musical instrument that they had seen or had never seen, and used them to make all kinds of noises.

They go to the Louvre in France, Agleia will paint two turtles on the marble chest of Venus with the broken arm, and put the head of the Sphinx statue on the Victorious Lady Divine Idol Or draw a few circles on Mona Lisa’s face.

One afternoon, he took a camera and took her to the largest clothing center in Milan, Italy, and watched her change every piece of clothing in the window, literary, intellectual, pure, sexy, and fashionable. , Retro...changing one by one, and Hoffa also shot one by one, shooting an entire album.

In the end they washed them out in an underground printing studio in Berlin, but did not take them away.

One week passed, then another week, and then another week...They traveled all over Europe and finally returned to Britain.

Early one morning, Hoffa suggested going for a walk.

So they walked along the Thames to near the subway line, where there is a coffee shop that runs from night to now.

On the concrete arch of the coffee shop, a few capital words spelled out in childlike handwriting with shells——Romanticism

"Romanticism..."

Age Leia looked at the coffee shop's sign and suddenly smiled and asked: "Do you have coffee?"

"Okay."

Hoffa nodded, holding Aglaia's Arm entered the cafe.

In the early morning cafe, the cashier quietly cleaned the white porcelain cup, and the radio under the spider plant played quiet music with only three degrees of sound. The song Hoffa was familiar, but could not be named. , But he didn't care anymore.

Aglaia offered Hoffa a position by the window, sat down, put his hand in his hand, and asked concerned: "You almost finished a bottle last night. Horseshoe agave. Any thoughts?"

Hoffa nodded. Her hand was in his hand, warm and dry. He looked at the palm of her hand, the pink glaze on her nails as transparent as glass.

"Can you tell me?"

Aglaia's palm was down and he held the back of his hand.

At this time, the waiter brought the menu and interrupted Aglaia's inquiry.

Aglaa let go and looked down at the menu. The morning sun shone into the coffee shop from between the hardwood panes and painted her slender arms with golden.

Hoffa looked at the girl across the table without blinking. The various faces he saw when he was adventuring in the world seemed like the logo of God.

The faces of those men and women are the same and lonely, and they face nothingness naked in front of him, meaningless. But this face is different.

He can clearly feel what meaning he has in contact with him.

The meaning, the name, and the identity.

After Aglaia ordered coffee.

Hoffa sat up slowly, and said seriously: "Aglaia, let me tell you a story."

"You still learn to tell stories?"

Silver-haired young girl lifted her cheek, and touched his chest with her finger.

Hoffa smiled and pointed to his head, "It's right here, don't you listen."

"Okay, what's the story?"

Silver-haired young girl looked at him with her cheek, as if she couldn't see enough.

Hoffa tilted his head and thought: "I think, this story is called—The Arrow of Time."

"The Arrow of Time?"

Age Leia was curious: "What's that?"

"The Arrow of Time..."

Hoffa turned his head, fiddled with the cup in front of him, and looked out the window, the coffee shop The wooden shutters are not glazed and are strung together with green plastic rope. Looking out from between the hardwood slats, there are dry fountains, flower-like tiles and a Volkswagen mini beetle in the early morning sun.

"Long, long ago, when I was still in Paris, one day, I felt that someone was looking at me from behind..."

He was sitting in a coffee In the hall, he slowly narrates his adventures through time and space—whether he sells arms in confusion, or he meets magical nuns, or crazy dreams, cold-blooded officers, blood-sucking cities, and her The father who fell into the abyss and couldn't extricate himself, and the terrifying opponent in the dark.

The sun gradually rises, the sky is clouded and misty, and the shadows of the two people gradually elongate.

Hoffa's tone didn't have many ups and downs, Aglaia at first remained calm, but gradually, she was attracted by the story, and finally she couldn't cry.

After Hoffa finished speaking slowly, he took a sip of coffee on the table and waited quietly.

"Is the past unchangeable anymore?" she asked in a choked voice.

"Sorry, Aglea, I can't save Fatir, his soul was swallowed by mistletoe." Hoffa said indifferently.

"I don't blame you," Aglaia covered her face and sobbed, "I'm just...I just can't help you."

Hoffa reached out and took her The palms did not loosen, and there was no comforting words, just sitting peacefully, like a Buddha statue. When she was choked up, he narrated calmly again.

He talked about the relentless time flare, about the death of old Hoffa. Talking about the cooperation with Voldemort, about my compromise, about Grindelwald’s plan, about my destined destiny in Hogwarts, about my 6,000 reincarnations in the underworld, about the death of Stinchcombe father and son, about When it comes to his own rebellion against fate.

Until the window of the cafe, a subway rumbling came, Hoffa kept silent, and the story came to an abrupt end.

After listening to the second half of the story, Aglaia wiped his eyes and couldn't help showing an uplifting smile. "You haven't told me the end of this story yet?"

"Then leave it to others to guess."

Hoffa stretched and stood up: "However, I think this story is not over yet."

Aglaia stared at Hoffa who stood up blankly, paying attention to the coming subway in the distance, and immediately understood everything, she lost all her blood, all those beautiful, sweet, and gentle things Passing away like bubbles, her voice trembled slightly.

"You brought...you brought me here. Are you planning...planning to say goodbye to me...?"

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Hoffa sighed lightly, as if spit out his soul, "Yes."

"Go back in time? Fifty years ago?

"Yes. "

Hoffa shrugged, swiping his fingertips across the table, said with a smile: "I have a few small problems left, stay in the past, and wait for me to solve them." "

Aglaia clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was extremely desolate. "But do you know your destiny?" What if you don't come back? What if your life stays forever in these fifty years? "

Hoffa said calmly, the answer he had already thought of: "That's like a normal person, continue to live. Eat, study, sleep. "

"What about us, what about us?" "

Aglaia held the table in despair and stood up, "Are you bored?" "

Hoffa shook his head: "I love you, Aglaia, more than anyone else." "

"Why? "

She stood up abruptly and hugged Hoffa, her palms tightly fastened to his waist like steel bars.

"Why can't you stay in this time and space!" ? We are together, go shopping together, eat ice cream together, watch movies together, and...do very happy things together. "As she said, she was already choked up: "Why must it be you, can't you let others go?" "

Hoffa wiped her tears lovingly, there was not much expression on her face, only the sun was flowing in his obsidian eyes, like a milky way.

"Third In Year, I once asked you what life is. I didn’t understand anything back then, but now, I understand. Life is a game for the brave, and a sorrow for the cowardly.

This world has too many original sins, humans have too many original sins, ugliness, poverty, loneliness, inadequacy, and death. How much courage is needed to face this cold original sin, maybe few people can do it, But I think I can, because this is the meaning of my existence. "

"Then take me along. "

Aglaia grabbed his arm, fingers almost sinking into his flesh.

Hoffa shook his head: "I can't do it, can you understand me." "

"I can understand you, but I can't accept it. If so, why do you need to save me, why go to the underworld to find me. Why bother to leave me in a strange time and space with no one. "

"There are many beautiful things..."

"Don't reason with me, I just want you. "

"I am here, always. "

"Will you come back?" "

"Yes. "

"Can you guarantee it?" "

Looking at her red eyes, Hoffa thinks of the past, the future, the past self, his unfathomable smile, the past, the life of all kinds of strange things, the future, That unpredictable fate.

Finally, he lowered his head and kissed Aglaia’s lips.

"I promise. "

Aglaia burst into tears and smiled, wrapped Hoffa's neck, and hugged him.

Driven to the unknown subway from far and near, it stopped briefly.

Hoffa let go of the girl in her arms, and the car door opened in front of him. Hoffa, like an ordinary office worker, walked into the crowd and fuse together with them.

Before the door closed, he looked back for the last time, and saw Aglaia standing at the station, waving at himself with tears, her waist-length silver hair floating in the air, bleached by the sun, just like when they first met.

And he calmly waved at her.

The car door was closed and the subway moved.

The carriage swayed, and people around him went up and down. To-and-fro next to Hoffa. He found a position by the window.

The subway went underground and fell into darkness. Only occasionally one or two bright lights or signs waiting for repairs were dark. The glass reflects his own face, face to face. Before he can see his appearance, the darkness has disappeared, giving him endless bright sunlight.

On the wide and flat asphalt road, red The double-decker bus galloped by, pedestrians chatted leisurely, multi-colored balloons flying in the air, bright and beautiful brand-name shops on the side of the road, teenagers sliding down the steps on a skateboard, and lovers kissing on the side of the street. .

The scenery outside the window is engraved on Hoffa's face through the subway window, whether it is a deep and dark underground corridor or a sunny city park. He watched it quietly.

Unconsciously, he has quietly cried.

Those violent and surging emotions turned into relief, and the unforgettable loneliness turned into affection. He knew that it was facing fate alone. Calmly, that is the most extreme romance given to him by God.

"Why are you crying? "

There was a soft and curious question beside him. It was a ignorant little boy. He handed Hoffa a piece of paper.

"Because I am very happy. "

Hoffa choked up and took the paper.

"Why are you crying when you are happy." "The little boy asked him.

"How about being happy?" "

"If you are happy, you will laugh." "The little boy comforted him.

"Really. "

Hoffa wiped away her tears, slightly smiled, "Take me away." "

When the train arrives at the station, countless well-dressed men and women with briefcases flock to the subway. They have numb expressions and some have empty eyes, like sleepwalking.

A teenager and a middle age person look out of place with the surrounding crowd.

The boy has messy hair, round glasses, and a lightning-like scar on his forehead. He looks a little melancholy and uneasy. The middle age person wears thin pants and an old short jacket, and feels curiously on the rings on the subway.

"Mr. Weasley, if convicted, I will be imprisoned in Azkaban. NS? "The boy with glasses asked nervously.

"What are you thinking about." "The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile. "Wizard Society is so regardless of the law and of natural morality." "

"What would be the worst result?" "

"Well, maybe it was expelled from Hogwarts. This is the worst outcome. "Arthur Weasley thought for a while, comforted: "Don't worry, it won't happen..."

Harry couldn't help turning his head. Arthur's words did not comfort him. , That was the Ministry of Magic trial. A few people have experienced it, and a few others can really carry it down. He doesn’t think Arthur can truly understand his current mood.

At this time, in the crowd, Harry felt that someone was looking at him again. He turned his head. He saw the older boy with his head leaning on the corner glass. Under the sun, the boy was nodded, slightly smiled, quiet and easy-going.

Harry was stunned. The teenager looked ordinary, but his smile seemed to have a peculiar healing power, which made people who saw it couldn't help but feel good. The bright black eyes were like in The flying birds across the sky-free and unbound. It seems that just looking at him, the subsequent trial has become less terrifying.

"Mr. Weasley, look. "

Harry pulled the clothes of the middle age person next to him, wanting him to take a look at that strange boy.

When he looked again, the seat was empty. That peculiar boy has disappeared.

(End of the Arrow of Time)