Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

At this moment, the Christmas party downstairs has begun. On the snow outside the castle, many wizards light up the wand and sing in the snow.

Colorful fireworks bloom in the sky, forming various animal shapes.

It's very gorgeous.

But in the dark corridor at the top of the castle, Hoffa walked slowly.

The moonlight sprinkled on the ground through the Gothic window lattice on the top of the castle tower, forming a uniform spot after another horizontally. And the fireworks that bloomed from time to time in the sky reflected Hoffa's face suddenly red and green.

He and the world under the castle were separated by an invisible breath. He remained vigilant, and the Meditation Method was running all the time.

The spirit is extremely sharp.

The short sword slowly turned into a katana as he walked, and the tip of the sword made a slight scratch on the ground.

Going around the corner, Hoffa suddenly stood still, squinting and turning his head, a faintly discernable conversation came into his ears.

"...Who sent the Ministry of Magic..."

The voice is a bit familiar.

Someone is here, it's the school teacher.

Hoffa put away the Meditation Method, and the katana in his hand changed back to wand. He stuck to the corner and hid behind a pair of armor.

The voice of the conversation gradually became louder.

After that, two silhouettes in long robes slowly emerged from the darkness.

One is tall and one is thin.

The two of Hoffa know each other, and it turns out to be Dumbledore and Dippet.

Dippet asked as he walked: "...Albert is here?"

Dumbledore: "Well, he's looking for Slughorn now, you know , Their school is a student."

Dippet did not speak for a while.

Dumbledore pondered for a moment: "Should I be there for a while."

"Go, Albus. I feel that your worries are not aimless. Protect him. Don't let him be in Hogwarts. Something happened, Ministry of Magic has been watching very closely recently."

As they spoke, the two got closer and closer.

Hoffa knows it, no wonder the masked man hides.

Faced with the two headmasters of Hogwarts, Hoffa did not hesitate to start the ghost walk and entered the shadow world with only two colors of gray.

The two walked past the armor.

Dumbledore asked with some concern: "Will you go out again in May?"

"There is no way, this year's situation is already very serious. The Austrian Ministry of Magic has collapsed. Sign the agreement, I’m afraid it’s too late."

Dumbledore: "Then I..."

Dippet: "I let Adebe follow me, If you don’t go with me, we are understaffed. After I leave, you make arrangements for school affairs."

The two of them went farther and farther, their voices became smaller and smaller, and Hoffa slowly withdrew The shadow state.

Dumbledore: "If the Violet people are still there, definitely not..."

"It has nothing to do with you, Albus. Needless to say, the past. You go to Slughorn first."

"Okay."

After speaking, Dippet in the distance opened a stone gate like a Kelpie beast and disappeared in it. .

Albus .Dumbledore stood there, standing in silence for a long time. He frowned and raised his head, as if feeling something.

Hoffa stepped back slowly. He didn't expect that the place where the masked man came was the headmaster's office.

No matter why the two headmasters before and after Hogwarts are talking here, this is definitely not something that a First Year student can mix.

Get out of this place of right and wrong quickly.

Hoffa retreated to a pair of steel armor at the bottom of the corridor, and slightly relaxed.

Just leave here.

But at this moment, the strange breath suddenly became strong.

He looked up.

By the railing on the upper floor of the tower.

The masked man is staring at him coldly.

After a second of silence.

It grinned with a hint of sarcasm, and threw a stone casually, which hit the head of the steel armor beside Hoffa.

Clang.

This small sound is crisp and loud in the corridor at night.

At this time, the other party actually wants to frame himself.

Hoffa was sluggish for a second, then forcibly suppressed his desire to escape, standing motionless in place, staring at the silhouette upstairs. He did nothing wrong, why did he escape?

In the distance, Dumbledore suddenly twisted his head.

He disappeared in the blink of an eye and appeared next to Hoffa.

Two people, one tall and one short, stared at the silhouette of the second layer at the same time.

The weird silhouette was just under Dumbledore's gaze, laughed at Hoffa calmly, and left.

Dumbledore brows tightly frowns, but it didn't stop it at all.

Looking at the solemn expression of the tall man next to him, a hint of ominous premonition appeared in Hoffa's heart.

He finally knew what was wrong.

It seems to be apart from myself.

No one can see that silhouette.

For a long time, Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at Hoffa: "Why are you here?"

He had a calm tone, no waves.

"I'm lost, sir."

Hoffa lowered her head and said.

Dumbledore un'ed, he didn't care very much, his gaze remained on the second floor.

"So that's it, have you had dinner?"

"No."

"Well, come with me, I will take you to eat Something."

Dumbledore finally stopped paying attention to the upstairs, he patted Hoffa's shoulder, naturally but indisputably said.

"Where to go?"

Hoffa asked.

"Go to your Potions teacher and ask him for a glass of house elf's aged wine."

Dumbledore showed a look of nostalgia.

After finishing speaking, he took Hoffa strode ahead and left the area.

Hoffa followed Dumbledore step by step, and the masked man was long gone.

The two walked a section of the road in silence.

Finally, when they left the tower where the headmaster's office was located.

Hoffa couldn't help but look up and ask, "Have you seen anything unusual?"

Dumbledore paused, and he was slightly surprised.

"Hmm, did you feel it too?"

"en."

Hoffa nodded.

But Dumbledore didn’t ask. He pinched his scarlet’s beard and said with emotion: “The wizard with higher spirits than ordinary people can always detect things that ordinary people can’t see when they are young. The magic substance, the ghost floating in the boundary between reality and illusion. This is an innate talent and a curse."

"Did you see it?" Hoffa asked. "That..."

"I can't see, and being able to feel it doesn't mean I can see. I'm old."

Dumbledore shook his head and said flatly "Sometimes it’s not a good thing to see abnormalities, Bach, you’re still young now, so you should focus on real friends."

Can’t see?

Even though Hoffa was mentally prepared, when he heard the news, his heart was still cold.

He recalled the three meetings he had with the masked man.

The first time I was in the Violet Chamber of Secrets, it emerged directly from the painting, without much doubt.

But think about it now, it's simply not normal. Even the wizard can't come out of the portrait directly, and Dipet must open the portrait to get in.

Moreover, it has always been a person, even if standing in the crowd, others will turn a blind eye to it.

Ghost is better than ghost.

Walking down the tower, he still wanted to ask something, but Dumbledore had already hurried forward and greeted several wizards enthusiastically.

They came to Slughorn's office.

Slughorn is the head of Slytherin, but he is different from the head of previous Slytherin. His office is not in the basement, but on the third floor of the castle. Next to the office of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Melos.

It may be that Slughorn thinks it is more suitable for gatherings.

After the greeting, after two house elf receiving invitations, Hoffa saw Slughorn.

He has a big belly and is wearing a purple smoking shirt. He is standing at the door beaming and chatting with people.

Seeing Dumbledore appear with Hoffa, his expression is a little bit startled. But he immediately put away his expression and walked quickly to Dumbledore's side.

And Dumbledore tweeted Hoffa.

Hoffa knows and enters the office alone. Leave them a private space for chat.

I don’t know if it is the case, or because of magic, Slughorn’s office is much larger than the average teacher’s room.

Emerald green, crimson and golden curtains hung on the ceiling and walls, which looked like they were in a big tent.

The room was crowded and sultry, glowing red by a golden lantern hung in the middle of the ceiling. There are real elves flickering in the lamp, and each elven is a bright spot of light.

Several old wizards who are talking about their heads are covered in blue mist of pipes, and some house elfs walk around holding heavy silver plates, they are preparing dinning table.

A lot of people have gathered here, men and women, old and young. They are all wearing ceremonial robes.

Hoffa soon saw Miranda and Aglaia in the crowd, they were surrounded by a group of senior students.

Wearing robes, they all look good, one is noble and beautiful, the other is small and cute.

This makes Hoffa a little uncomfortable, because he has no formal gowns, only school gowns.

Hoffa also saw Tom Riddle next to a pine tree full of colored balls.

His opponent in the orphanage has now become a masculine sociable existence. Although he is dressed in ordinary, his good temperament and handsome appearance have attracted many elders to stop.

Plus his polite conversation now, no one can associate him with the future Dark Lord.

Aglea saw Hoffa at a glance, and her expression was a bit stunned. Then she consciously or unconsciously stuck to Miranda's ear and said a few words.

Miranda turned around immediately.

But she didn't say anything special, just nodded to Hoffa.

Hoffa nodded to her a little awkwardly.

I was invited to come, but I didn't come.

As a result, he was brought by Dumbledore again on the way.

Think from Miranda's perspective.

Hoffa feels very mean.

Soon, the dinning table is ready.

Different from the auditorium below, this is probably in a form similar to a family banquet. Although it is not as lively as the Hongda in the auditorium, it is better than refined and refined.

A dozen house elfs shuttled back and forth under Hoffa's feet, and each elf had a silver dinner plate on his head.

Presumably, people like Slughorn don't like to snap your fingers, and the food appears, and the food disappears after another snap. He likes pomp and tradition.

But this also gives Hoffa a chance to truly observe traditional Western festivals.

Turkey stuffed with truffles, roasted quail neatly stacked. Stacks of thick meat sauce, grilled buttery polenta, and minced meat pie cut into dozens of pieces neat and tidy are placed on a plate, topped with strawberry jam. A dozen servings of almond pudding in small porcelain utensils, about one serving per person.

Hoffa also saw a roast suckling pig with a red apple in its mouth. I have to say that it sells like Qijia.

Looking at the various foods in front of him, Hoffa suddenly realized that he was really hungry. When he chased the faceless man, he ran at least forty floors.

But embarrassingly, because he has no experience in such private banquets, he has no friends. No one talked to him about the precautions, so he didn't know where to sit.