Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

One sword

Cut it down!

Cross the darkness.

As dawn arrives, dawn breaks.

Bright light all over the world!

His spirit strength field controls the entire astronomical tower.

Hoffa walked out of the layers of consciousness space and returned to the real world.

Everything around was the same, only Miranda fell to the ground.

A black gas barely stood in front of her, Miller and its spirit strength field were completely divided into two halves.

Under Hoffa's spirit strength field, it almost stands unstable.

"Then...what magic is that?" Miller yelled in horror.

Hoffa tilted his head and whispered, "That's not magic."

After speaking, he raised his hand and clenched his fist.

Boom!

Spirit strength Scattered Miller in one blow.

The black air dissipated.

On the observatory, I saw Miranda clutching her chest, falling to the ground, staggering back, staring at Hoffa.

It's like looking at something that you don't understand at all.

Hoffa calmly looked at Miranda in front of him.

He put away the wand and strode towards each other.

"Don't come! Don't come!" Miranda looked at Hoffa in horror.

Hoffa walked up to her, one-knee kneels, and looked at Miranda face to face. Afterwards, he held up his opponent's face and looked directly at Miranda's brown eyes. He whispered: "I understand, you should have told me."

"What's the use of telling you, can you understand?" Miranda snapped, "Life experiences are different, you understand everything No."

Hoffa: "I am not really smart. In Ravenclaw, I am just an ordinary person, but I can appreciate your pain."

"You can't, Hoffa.Bach!" Miranda shook her head vigorously, kicking back, "You don't understand anything, you only have yourself in your heart."

She shook her head, trying to get rid of Hoffa's control.

"Yes, but even so, I still want to say, I understand."

Hoffa took a deep breath, holding the other's face firmly, and said: "Dark The past has overwhelmed you, but the terrifying future also makes me trembling in fear.

For the whole year, I have been living under the shadow of war, living in fear and worry about the future. I am anxious, I am upset, I am anxious, I will even get angry."

"Shut up...talk...!"

Miranda won't move anymore. , She shouted.

Hoffa pursed her lips.

"But that's not right, it's not right at all."

"Shut up! Please stop talking." Miranda's voice already begged.

Hoffa looked straight at Miranda: "Humans are animals that live in the present. We live today and live in the present. No matter how terrifying the future is, and no matter how dark the past is, life is still life. Miranda, the past is not the reason for you to give up yourself and give up life."

Miranda is already speechless, her body is shaking constantly, but she still gnashing teeth.

"It has nothing to do with you..."

"Then what if I say it is related?"

Miranda's chest is violently ups and downs, deadly Staring at Hoffa. "You are right, my guarantee is indeed withdrawn, and I do look at friends differently from yours. This does not mean that I have no feelings, nor does it mean that I never treat you as a friend."

Hoffa's eyes slightly red said with a smile: "Friends are like family, sometimes there is no choice. When you let me into the carriage on the train, we are already friends, aren't we?"

The two looked at each other in the air.

The violent magical energy in the air gradually subsided, and the dancing dust settled.

Hoffa spread her hands and said sincerely: "I am here now, is it not enough?"

There was a moment of silence.

Miranda couldn't help it anymore, she bit her lip tightly, her expression out of control.

Finally, she covered her face and cried bitterly: "Hoffa...what should I do? What should I do!"

"It’s okay, it’s okay, tell me! "Hoffa held Miranda's face firmly.

"It's not your fault, tell me where are those dark wizards, what is Grindelwald's plan? I will stop now, everything is too late!"

"I... .... I let them in through the secret passage."

Miranda choked and said, "I let them go to the Quiddich arena and use the poisonous leopard."

"Dumbledore! Will Dumbledore stop them?"

Miranda shook his head and weeping bitter tears: "It's too late! It's too late. I stole Slughorn's sleeping potion and tricked him into drinking it. Now, he wakes up. But here comes. No one can stop Rutrov."

Hoffa's body was instantly cold, he quickly stood up and looked towards the Quiddich arena in the distance.

Sure enough, the thick gray fog has spread.

Quiddich stadium is out of control.

What should I do?

Is it too late!

No, there must be some way.

Hoffa turned her head, walked quickly to the tearful Miranda, and pulled her up.

"Can you still go?"

"Yes...you can!"

"Go," Hoffa said decisively, "Go to Slughorn's office Go, find the antidote, and go to the Quiddich stadium. Wake up Dumbledore, I will go to the Quiddich stadium and save those people."

"What are you going to do?" At the moment of life and death, Miranda stopped crying. The lips are deathly white.

"Leave me alone, do your own business, hurry up!"

Hoffa pushed Miranda on the shoulder, she looked at Hoffa blankly, and finally, she slightly Nodded, turned around, covering his mouth and quickly ran away.

Now.

Hoffa alone stood on the observatory.

He is thinking about countermeasures.

He must do something, do something to change all of this.

He looked at the Quiddich stadium in the distance. With so many people, what would he do? If countermeasures are not taken in time, death is inevitable.

Think of what Indor once said to himself.

The weakness of the poison qi of the poisonous leopard is water.

I need water.

Use hydrolysis to save them.

But how should I get there?

Run over?

Too slow.

Fly over?

By the way, broomstick!

I don't have a broomstick.

Accio curse?

No, no.

Even if I could, I don’t have flying innate talent!

Hoffa gritted his teeth. self-mumbling.

At this moment, he entered a magical meditation state, and his spirit became more concentrated and sharp.

I have to fly, there must be some way!

There must be some way.

The past comes to mind.

All the knowledge learned this semester flashed through his mind.

A bold and crazy plan emerged spontaneously!

Fly!

Hoffa lifts the head looking at the sky, his lips are deadly white.

I want to fly over!

With a lifetime of thought, the field of spirit strength suddenly changes!

In the sky, a few clouds suddenly began to gather.

"I want to fly over!!"

Hoffa yelled to the sky.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to change the environment, he wanted to pursue something.

That thing does not exist in the past, does not exist in the future.

Only in the present.

He thought of the words in Morgen's book-through magic power, to shuttle back and forth between the subject and the object, the most difficult point is not to understand the target, but to understand oneself in depth. Those who cannot go deep into the Dissection themselves cannot become a true deformed Master.

In the sky, dark clouds are slowly spreading, and the golden tattoo on his arm grows little by little, gradually covering his whole body.

He closed his eyes, and his spirit was completely immersed in his body.

Hoffa said softly.

"I know myself enough."

In the sky, a large number of dark clouds began to gather. Muffled thunder and heavy. The climate began to become extremely abnormal.

"I know myself enough!"

Hoffa suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head loudly and said.

In the billowing clouds, a thick blue lightning struck hard, as if responding to his determination.

magic power! It surged in him. Suddenly was pumped dry.

Hoffa draws out the magic power to restore the potion without the slightest hesitation, and pours it in one mouthful.

The potion turned into magic power in his mouth, and it was completely pumped by transfiguration before it had time to absorb it.

One tube is not enough!

Hoffa opened another potion and swallowed it with his head up.

While swallowing potion ceaselessly, the surging magic power madly flows in his body.

Hoffa's body has changed, and a piece of muscle begins to swell under the operation of the magic power.

The skeleton regroups, and the muscle fibers begin to elongate. The golden lines grew wildly on him, and finally gathered in his eyes.

He lifted his head with an extremely sullen expression, his thighs were bent, his tendons were elongated, and his fingers were hooked. The pale beak stretched from Hoffa's lips.

Crack!

Crack!

Another pair of skeletons appeared on Hoffa's back.

It just stretched out from the shoulder blades, and it was several meters long. But it's not enough, you can't fly yet...something is missing.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, Hoffa's spirit was magnified to the extreme, and the boundless pain and boundless animality were very boiling in his mind. He could not suppress it at all.

He became a wrinkled monster, bald, without a trace of feathers.

What's missing!

He looked up to the sky and screamed, "I'm familiar enough! Why?"

Suddenly, there was a soft cry in the distance.

A big two-winged bird spreads its wings from far to near like lightning, and it spreads its wings and flies high.

There is anxiety and excitement in the voice!

It's Maya.

It was soaring high in the sky, and lightning chased around its body. It was wrapped in lightning and landed on Hoffa's shoulder.

A thick blue thunder and lightning slammed down from the sky and hit the observatory.

The dark sky flashed with thunder, but in the huge amount of lightning, Hoffa felt a touch of closeness.

It comes from Maya. On his shoulders, the same kind whispered to him in pure spirit: "Remember your goal."

Goal.

Finally, Hoffa thought of what Dumbledore said in the first transfiguration.

Take the inner goal as the beacon, and take fraternity and tolerance as the guide. Only then can we maintain ourselves in the complex deformation process.

Hoffa wakes up again, he no longer forcibly manipulates changes, but allows the magic power to run naturally. Guide the surrounding environment. The boiling magic power echoes the lightning in the sky. At this moment, he seems to fuse together with thunder and lightning.

In the sky, there are dense clouds.

Hoffa’s skull deformed in the lightning, his eyes turned into sharp pale-yellow, countless small fluffs covered his whole body, and huge and gorgeous feathers grew from every corner of his body Came out.

His arms became huge wings, and his legs became sharp claws.

The beak is huge and sharp, and its feathers shine with blue rays of light.

Accompanied by Maya's melodious cry.

On the high platform, Hoffa spread her wings. He became a huge two-winged Thunderbird.

In his ecstatic neck neighing.

The rain is pouring down.