Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

When Hoffa walked down the collapsed Tower of Babel with Silby's turned into stone body, what he saw was extraordinary.

The men and women who were brought here by Silby and fell into dreams have all awakened at this moment, and their chirp chirp twitter twitter kept talking to each other.

"Where is this? Is the Parthenon?" someone asked, touching the ruins of Pandora City.

"I don't know, why am I here?" a woman next to him asked.

Another man said: "I seem to have a very strange dream." He laughed: "It was a very wonderful dream."

"Yes, I I also had a dream."

"A sweet dream."

The people around him responded. Speaking of excitement, suddenly, someone raised his hand and a burst of fireworks shot out from his hand, bursting into the sky. Make a crackle sound.

"What is this?" The man shooting the fireworks looked at his fingers in horror, "Am I still dreaming?"

He squeezed his arm hard, Painful grinning grinning. That is not a dream.

Soon, not only him, but thousands of people gathered in Pandora City soon discovered the anomaly on their body. Not only can they use their fingers to fire fireworks, they can even soften the steel and make the stone. Bloom.

The new magic power gave them hope that they no longer indulged in dreams and began to look forward to reality. However, new turbulence was also conceived. The raindrops in the sky were a bit bigger, and the agitated crowd became sober. They had to find places to hide from the rain.

Hoffa held the cold stone and slowly walked past the muggles who were testing their magic abilities. Perhaps it is not advisable to call them muggle now, because Silby has finally reached his goal, there is no muggle anymore in the world, and everyone is a wizard.

He was empty in his heart, this guy won, and he didn't give him a chance to get it back, or even a chance to blame the resentment.

But he doesn't resent Silby. A man has exhausted everything to realize his own value. He can't find a reason to resent him, even a little jealous of him.

Gradually only Hoffa was left on the road. He thought that he had buried Silby once on the beach in Barcelona. Maybe it was a place he chose himself, and he should respect his opinion.

So he walked towards the sea, and on a downhill road, he saw Dumbledore, Osivia, and Miranda. They both defeated their opponents, standing in the rain at the moment, watching Hoffa walking towards him.

"Did you win?"

Dumbledore asked, looking at the stone in his arms.

Hoffa shook his head.

Dumbledore look pale down.

"Then, did he win?"

Dumbledore asked again.

Hoffa still shook his head and whispered: "He just wanted to find himself, now he has found it."

His smile is extremely complicated. Finally, she removed her eyes, sighed and asked Hoffa: "Did you see that scene, hundreds of millions of meteors passing through the sky?"

"I saw it." Hoffa replied.

Osivia: "Now everyone will be magic, what should we do?"

Hoffa: "There will be a way."

Said Then, he stared at the girl standing in the rain with wet hair and clenched fists. "Can you walk with me for a while?" Miranda followed Hoffa without a word, her face The lines are stiff like stones.

Hoffa took the remnant and took Miranda through the streets and alleys, and finally came to Pandora’s beach, which was very similar to the former Barcelona beach, except that it was a sunny day. , This day is rainy.

He searched the sea for a while, and finally he found a deserted hillside in the distance. So he took Miranda and climbed up the hillside, and found a small flat land on the top of the hill that was not disturbed.

He drew out his wand, transformed it into a shovel, and shoveled it on the ground, taking every shot very seriously. It is true that he can use transfiguration to create a tomb instantly, but he doesn't want to do that.

No one knows him better than the person in front of him. After all the mysteries are solved, Hoffa is unwilling to regard Sill as an opponent, unwilling to live with resentment. Perhaps as Silby had signed in the letter, they were actually friends with two sides, the best friends.

Even though they have different faces and live in different times, they are thinking about the same things.

If Silby can work hard every second under the curse, so can he. If Silby can dedicate everything to the world, so can he.

After digging the hole, he carefully put the body into the sand and buried him solemnly. In the end, he neat and tidy flattened the ground, covering up the last trace of his existence.

For a moment, Hoffa wanted to erect a tombstone for him. But he didn't know what to engrave on the tombstone.

He felt that Silby didn't care what he carve. That guy never cared what other people were thinking or how to evaluate him.

Body and language are like a mask to him. All he cares about is the Eternal Inextinguishable soul behind the mask. That being the case, Hoffa felt that he should not do anything about it.

The sky gradually cleared, the rain gradually stopped, as if God had stopped his tears, the sun shone from in the sky covered by dark clouds, and the weather at the beach changed when it changed.

Not only that, the sunlight became more and more dazzling, gradually dispelling the last dark cloud, and presenting the entire blue sky unobstructed in front of Hoffa.

He stepped on the gravel down the road down the mountain, because when he went up the mountain, he held Silby, there was nothing he could do. However, when going down the mountain, when the road is difficult, he still stretches out his hand to Miranda from time to time.

Miranda held his hand silently, and did not change her attitude because of his politeness or friendliness. The lines on her face were still stiff.

When the two of them walked from the steep hill to the beach by the sea, Hoffa took off his shoes, held them in his hands, and touched the softness of the white sand with the soles of their feet.

The shore of the crash-bang of the sea has never changed like fifty years later or a thousand years ago. No matter what happens, it will not care.

Under the sun, Hoffa's mood gradually improved. He asked the people around him: "How long have we not walked together like this? Miss Gosak."

Milan Dabie turned his head, still cold, unwilling to pay attention to him.

"There seems to be a few times in the First Year. At that time, you were absent from class every day to sleep in. In the second class, you would drag me to the tunnel alone." Hoffa slammed into Milan with a narrow shoulder. Click it, "Time flies, it's been so many years, right?"

"Humph." Miranda, who turned her head away, gave a short smile, but soon, the smile was fleeting. Disappeared, she stood on the beach and said motionlessly: "Hoffa."

Hoffa: "en?"

Miranda adjusted the wind-blown messy's hair , Calmly said: "If you want to say something, you can say it directly. If you have any decision, you can do it directly. You don’t need to be indecisive, you and I are not little children anymore, it’s not necessary."

"Yes. It's not a child anymore..."

Hoffa muttered. His eyes stayed in the distance.

He saw a small white yacht parked on an abandoned pier by the sea. It was supposed to be a toy of a rich man before the war, but was abandoned here after the world fell into a dream.

Hoffa looked at the yacht sadly and said, "Miranda."

Miranda: "What are you doing?"

"I want to take a boat , Can you drive for me?"

Miranda sighed helpless: "As you go."

So the two came to the abandoned yacht and untied the rope. Miranda pointed at the yacht's switch with wand, and the yacht galloped on the surface of the yacht. Hoffa sat on the side of the yacht and put her feet in the water below her. The splashing water made him feel very interesting. .

Miranda held the steering wheel of the yacht and asked Hoffa: "Where do you want to go?"

"It's up to you, Captain Gorshak."

He He said casually, looking at the white foam filled with the sea, put one foot in the sea, put the other leg on the ship's gunwale, and lay down with his head up, feeling a kind of long-lost relaxation. This ease is so precious that he wants to enjoy it.

Miranda twitched his lips, holding the steering wheel and driving straight to the middle of the sea.

They drove to the center of the rippling blue sea, where the sea water was transparent like glass. The white yacht came to a halt slowly. They can't see anything else anymore. No people, no trees, no mountains, no cities. Only the blue sea water shook slightly.

The captain Miranda released the steering wheel. She leaned on the steering wheel, blowing her maroon hair very messy with the faint Qi Sea wind.

"Why don't you open it."

Hoffa sat up from the ship's side and asked Miranda.

"There is no gas."

Miranda said, "Moreover, there is no one here. If you leave, no one will know."

"That What do you want to tell them?" Hoffa couldn't help saying with a smile. "Just say I drowned in the sea by boat?"

"I might say that." Miranda said indifferently: "But that has nothing to do with you."

Hoffa look Looking at Miranda, she seemed to have been like this since the first meeting, tepid. Don’t take anything seriously, speaking of which, it’s harder than heavenly ascension to show her true emotions. Even if she did something bad, there is still a younger brother who is giving him back.

But he thinks this is not bad, what should he do in this short and long life? He has the answer.

"Miss Goshak." He said softly: "I won't go, I won't go anywhere."

The sea breeze was blowing slightly, and Miranda looked at him in amazement. Looking at Hoffa, it was like looking at someone you never knew. Then her eyes instantly turned red, "For...for...why?" She spoke incoherently, "You are not...you are not...you...you are not...?"

Hoffa said softly and firmly: "Once upon a time, people who knew magic as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, now suddenly everyone will be magic and they have powers that they can’t control. Desire will grow, and chaos will turn in an instant. So, maybe there will be wars that are more terrifying than the previous world wars. Countless people will die, and there will be no peace at all. Someone must make some rules, teach them how to use magic, and teach them what a wizard is."

The excitement on Miranda's face gradually faded. She looked down at her shoes and whispered in a dark voice: "Is the only responsibility that drives you to stay?"

Hoffa knows that Miranda wants The answer, but he knows, not now, he can't do it temporarily. So he replied softly: "Give me some time."

Miranda lowered her head, a few drops of water fell on the deck and disappeared along the gap. When Miranda looked up again, she had returned to the normally untouchable appearance, and she pushed her glasses: "Then stay here, will you be happy?"

"I will."

Hoffa said with a smile: "Definitely, how about you?"

Miranda is nodded hard.

Hoffa relaxed, he smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the sea water under him. The blue color was like the girl's eyes in memory. He closed his eyes. He tilted his head back and fell into the sea. Allowing the warm sea to wrap him up, he felt very relaxed, like a feather, and like a newborn baby, floating in the endless warm amniotic fluid.

The sun is getting hotter and hotter, it shone on Hoffa unscrupulously, as if blaming him. He squinted his eyes, extended the hand, and covered his eyes, as if he wanted to hold the fiery ball in the palm of his hand.

After grabbing for a while, he knew that he might not be able to grab it, so the helpless sighed, he covered his heart with his hand. The temperature reaches the bottom of my heart and it is very warm.

He left the yacht, swimming in the transparent blue, gradually fading the clothes of the past, embracing the sun, air, and transparent sea water at this moment.

Those passionate moments slowly disappeared, and the sad and melancholic moments gradually faded away. The memory is like an old-fashioned photo, which was sandwiched by him in the book cover, carefully closed and hidden in the bookshelf.

He no longer confronts God, no longer recalls the past, and no longer dreams of the future.

A light sound plopped in the distance.

Miranda, like a Merpeople, swims slowly to Hoffa naked, hugs him gently, and puts the wet maroon hair on Hoffa's chest. The buoyancy of the sea gently drags them, making them float in the sapphire crystal.

Hoffa stroked the crystal droplets on her bare shoulders, whispering in her ear: "Speaking of happiness, can I ask you a question, Miranda?"

"What? "Miranda murmured.

"Did you use Obliviate on me that night?" Hoffa asked softly.

"Guess."

Miranda stuck to his chest, drew circles on his chest with her fingers, indifferently said.

"I guess you have, because I don't remember anything." Hoffa lifted her hand from the sea, gently supported her chin, and looked into her eyes.

Miranda remains unmoved, "Guess you guessed it right."

"It's not fair." Hoffa said aggrieved, why only you remember, but I don't have any remember.

Miranda smiled slightly: "Do you want to know that feeling?"

"en."

"Then you will know if you try it yourself Yes?"

Miranda said.

"Okay."

Hoffa hugs her in the sea and kisses her deeply.