Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

In the next few days, although the weather is getting colder and colder, Ravenclaw’s common room was filled with a festive atmosphere, and everyone admired Aglaia pulling strongly against a crazy tide behavior.

And Aglaia was also immersed in the joy of pretending to be successful. Every Heaven's Chosen dangling proudly, like a courting male peacock patrolling her territory.

Whenever she occasionally passed by Hoffa, she would deliberately bring the topic up Quiddich. The subtext seemed to be saying to Hoffa-praise me quickly, praise me again.

Hoffa couldn't imagine how much he would hate this swelling peacock without Schmidt Rutloff.

Fortunately, he has gradually got used to all this now.

If this product is low-key someday, it will be abnormal.

Of course, Hoffa would not just fulfill her wish and really praise her.

The missed encounter with the Masked Man keeps Hoffa in an inexplicable uneasy mood.

After the death fight in the Forbidden Forest, he has made up his mind to take the initiative to do something to change the status quo and get rid of the shadow of the dark wizard.

But Hoffa found it was not that simple.

He has returned to that club countless times, trying to find the masked man.

But all this is simply useless.

He doesn't know anything about that guy. He doesn't know her name or her identity. He doesn't know how to speak if he wants to report. The portrait of that club was already empty, and there was no way to get in.

Thinking of Schmidt, who is still on the run, and thinking of the murderous intention against him in the Forbidden Forest, Hoffa always feels a thorn and a lump in his heart.

He must find that guy.

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Finally, the semester is over.

In a quiet morning, Hoffa, who stayed alone in dormitory, ushered in his first Christmas holiday in Hogwarts.

In the early morning, he woke up from his sleep, feeling a heavy weight on his body.

When I got up, it turned out that the weather blanket I bought for Maya arrived.

Hoffa got up and opened the blanket.

Suddenly the temperature of the whole room has risen a lot, and it even makes people feel as dry as being in a desert.

On the carpet, there is brown soil, which changes colors when bathed in sunlight. Depending on the strength of the sun's rays, the color of the rock is sometimes deep blue, sometimes brown, and sometimes scarlet, changing endlessly.

There are some depressing dark clouds gathering over the blanket, and muffled thunder sounds among them.

In the desert under the thunder, there is a columnar immortal palm, and the mini owl hides on the immortal palm. There are some wild boars in the immortal palm forest, sand turtles, large scorpions, rattlesnakes and frightening giant lizards.

A completely reduced version of the Arizona climate.

Hoffa is very satisfied. This is what Joey Owl bought from Diagon Alley not long ago.

After reading the weather blanket, Hoffa was about to take it to Maya, but found that there were two small boxes under the blanket.

This makes Hoffa feel a little strange. He neither has the habit of spending Christmas, nor does he expect to receive gifts from others.

is it possible that someone can give him a gift?

Putting down the blanket, Hoffa opened the two boxes on the ground.

The first box was paper and crumpled with snow on it, as if it had been delivered from a long distance. When I opened the box, there was a letter inside.

There are only a few small characters on the letter.

Because of duo, privately.

Opened letter. There are only two thin sheets of paper in the letter.

The first sheet of paper.

[Merry Christmas, Hoffa, I hope you are well. Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye last time, I dare not contact you with earrings. Because Hogwarts still hasn't found anyone to destroy the teleportation array, it's not safe now.

Gorsak and I reached an agreement to transfer the Transmission Formation from the hunting ground to the observatory. But I am not sure if this works. Because even with the help of Hogwarts, there is no way to stop the war from spreading.

The world situation outside is not optimistic. I have moved to New York in the United States. If you have time in the future, you can come to New York to meet me.

Induo.

Also, Schmidt may still be around Britain, so he must be careful because he has weird abilities. Never leave the confines of the school.

Hoffa reads the first letter and takes out the second note.

That is not a note, but a ticket.

The ticket is painted with a beautiful and lively port, as well as a glass building and drifting bottles on the beach.

Britain Thames Port, London-Port of Manhattan, New York, USA.

(You can board the ship at any time with this ticket)

After reading the gift from Indor for Christmas, Hoffa twitched his lips, a little didn't know whether to cry or laugh ,

A ferry ticket?

Don't know why, he suddenly thought of Rhett and Andy in Shawshank's redemption.

The other party is Andy. After escaping from prison, did you not forget to send yourself a ferry ticket to yourself in jail? It's really chic, but I have cheated myself so much, and I want to find you by myself. The beauty you want, Induo.

However, receiving a letter from the other party made Hoffa's grievances against him disappear a bit.

You know, these days, whenever he thinks of scam Goblin, he hates gnashing teeth.

After receiving the letter and the ticket, he couldn't help but turn his gaze to another box on the ground.

Compared with Indor's rough packaging, this box is very refined. The box is made of redwood with a unique silver pattern on it.

After turning over the box for a long time, but didn't find the signature, Hoffa opened it with curiosity.

In the box is a blue cup for gargle, and there is also a moving mountain monster painted on the cup. The mountain monster actually took the cup to gargle by the river. A dumb look.

Hoffa's face suddenly became a little ugly.

He stuffed the cup back into the box, then stuffed the box under the bed, swearing that he will not touch this thing once in his life.

After checking the gifts, Hoffa went out with her blanket in between.

Outside the common room, snowflakes danced outside the window, flapping the icy window lattices. The stair railings were wrapped in holly and metal foil, the armored helmet was shining with bright candles, and a bunch of mistletoe was hung at every other section of the corridor.

Hoffa thought he had to go to the tree house in the forest to see Joey, but he thought too much.

When he walked to the hallway, he found Joey was waving wand alone and moving the Christmas tree into the auditorium. He had already moved eleven.

"Joy."

Hoffa startled Joey when he got out of the mistletoe.

Joy is a little unnatural, "What are you doing here, I didn't prepare a gift for you."

"It's okay, you can save it up, and pull me when I am an adult Enter Mormonism as compensation."

"Enough!" Joey said angrily, "We have discussed this topic, please stop profaning my faith, okay? I won't be because of your youth. Hoffa’s fantasy makes you believe in religion casually."

Hoffa laughed heartily, after laughing, he put the blanket in his hand to Joey.

"Okay, this is for you. Go back and take care of Maya. If you need help, you can write to me."

Joy took the blanket and didn't have time to open it, Hoffa It disappeared under the mistletoe.

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After giving the things to Joey, Hoffa did not rush back to the common room .

He has one more important thing to do.

Go to the community tower in Hogwarts.

He has been doing this for more than half a month.

For Hoffa, finding the masked person is the most life-and-death goal at the moment.

The enemy is in the dark, already in the light, this feeling makes him very uncomfortable.

Go to the club tower through the school auditorium, when passing the auditorium. He saw Tom Riddle holding his arms at the entrance of the auditorium, talking to a few green robe Slytherins.

When Hoffa passed by, he chuckled slightly, "Merry Christmas, Hoffa."

Hoffa was not happy at all when he received the blessings from Voldemort in the future.

He only replied mechanically: "So are you, Tom."

The weather is cold and the window is snowy. The silence, thick as snow on the ground, enveloped the entire club tower. Since the students from 2/3/2021 have returned, it is much deserted than normally.

Out of cautious consideration, when Hoffa came here, she blessed herself with the Disillusionment Charm. Although he is not sure whether the Disillusionment Charm has any effect on the masked person.

Walk along the tower to the corner.

No one appeared on the road, and even the surrounding oil paintings were empty.

Finally, when Hoffa arrives at his destination.

There is no difference from what I saw every day in half a month.

Unremarkable corner, empty oil painting.

Hoffa turned twice and was not surprised by a day without gain.

Regardless of whether he has it or not, he decided to come everyday all once.

He is going back to the common room.

However, as he walked down the stairs and turned the corner, he saw a completely unexpected visitor.

This is an old man in a gray robe. He buckled his waist, his head was half convex, and his eyes were dark.

Amando Dippet

Currently the headmaster of Hogwarts.

The moment he saw him, I saw Dipeter headmaster also turned his head and looked straight towards where he was invisible.

Hoffa's secret path is not good, more is worse than less. He was invisible to guard against the masked person, but he didn't want to be dragged by the headmaster for questioning.

He is now in a ghost wandering state without the slightest hesitation.

Dippet headmaster frowned suddenly.

It took about five or six seconds before he rubbed his eyes.

"I'm old."

He murmured and passed Hoffa in the shadow state.

Hoffa almost broke out in a cold sweat, is it the basic ability of Hogwarts headmaster to see through invisibility?

Harry Potter's cloak of later generations didn't seem to have any effect on Dumbledore.

However, I haven't waited for Hoffa to sigh with headmaster's powerful eyesight.

Hoffa's attention was attracted by what the other person was holding.

I saw Armando Dippet walking forward with his hand in his hand, but his right hand was holding a bunch of flowers.

A bunch of vivid violets.