Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The Minister of Magic stood at the door for a while, then glanced at Dumbledore, as if exchanging opinions.

Then, the Minister of Magic wearing a scarf walked in first.

For some reason, at this moment, Hoffa saw Dumbledore at the door of the ward and gave him a pleading look, which made Hoffa a little hard to understand.

The Minister of Magic sat down first, then raised Erlang's legs, and sat on the opposite hospital bed with his fingers crossed, looking at Hoffa with a smile.

For some reason, his actions always reminded Hoffa of the last time he visited Riddle.

"minister."

Hoffa nodded politely to him.

After all, he was the most powerful man in the entire British magical world, and he didn't want to lose his courtesy.

"How is your body recovering?"

He asked with a smile.

Okay. Hoffa smiled cautiously and politely.

"Thanks for caring."

He smiled on the surface, but couldn't figure it out in his heart, why did the Minister of Magic come to see him, this guy, what kind of medicine is in the gourd?

"Ah, don't be restrained."

The Minister of Magic waved his hand, reached into his chest, unexpectedly took out a ball of chocolate tied with flowers, and handed it to Hoffa.

"Speaking of which, I was also a graduate of Ravenclaw, and I still remember that my dean at that time was Professor Adbe."

"Ah, thank you."

Hoffa smiled and took the ball of chocolate, not knowing what to say for a while.

The Minister of Magic looked good, but thinking of Dumbledore's pleading look, he always felt that things were not that simple.

Leonard Mu En said: "People in the school have been talking about you recently. The editor in chief of the Daily Prophet has approached me many times, hoping to let that hero appear in the newspaper, but I suppressed it."

"Uh......"

The minister straightened out his collar, changed to a more comfortable position, and leaned on his side in the chair.

"The editors in chief are very curious about how the big bang happened and how it was stopped by a magical student."

As he said, he pulled his fingers in the sky, gestured, made a headline gesture, and smiled:

"I think, as long as I let go, you will become a big star."

Hoffa faintly felt something, so he whispered: "Mr. Minister, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask."

"Ah, as expected to be a Ravenclaw student, chatting is comfortable." Leonard Spencer Muen nodded, sat a little straighter, and lowered his voice:

"That's right, I want to know the specific information about the half-man king. And his exact identity."

When the Minister of Magic said this, the entire popularity field suddenly became sharp, and he looked at Hoffa without blinking, with his fingers crossed on his knees.

Hoffa was taken aback, and suddenly understood the meaning of Dumbledore's pleading look.

The intention of this senior Ravenclaw, he definitely did not visit his junior as an ordinary Ravenclaw.

This made Hoffa's mouth a bit bitter, how did Dumbledore bring this hot potato to himself. Still, his current status and prestige are not enough to prevent this minister's visit.

If it were a month ago, Hoffa would be happy to bring the half-man king to justice, and hand it over to Azkaban, Wizengamo or the Ministry of Magic. He is also happy to find out the identity of the half-man king and let others help solve the problem.

But now, this knot is on the horizon.

Silby's true identity, he could say it again. Principal Dippet was taken to Azkaban because he was suspected of being a half-man king, and was closed for three months. During these three months, the school was almost closed.

If the Minister of Magic is now allowed to know that Hogwarts' first principal is still alive and he is still a madman, what kind of impact this will have on the school, Hoffa does not know.

He has no political savvy and little negotiating experience. But he knows that there are too many people with intentions in this world, and there will never be a shortage of people who think they stand on the high ground of morality.

At this moment, Hoffa fell into a dilemma completely opposite to the later Harry Potter. Harry Potter tried his best to let others know the truth, but he...

Is it necessary to let the school get rid of a scandal and then fall into another bigger scandal?

Reputation, justice.

School, world.

These things are pressing in his heart, making him unable to say, unable to speak at all.

Seeing Hoffa didn't speak for a while, Leonard Spencer Muen said softly, "It's okay, boy. These things have nothing to do with you, you have done a good job.

Tell me, who is that half-man king, so that our Ministry of Magic can catch him back, are you right? "

Hoffa opened his mouth.

"Uh......"

After hesitating again and again, Hoffa said with some difficulty: "Uh...I don't know, why are you asking me..."

"In other words." The Minister of Magic interrupted Hoffa, and he reversed his Jiro's legs and moved closer.

"If you don't tell us who he is, we can't give you awards, Merlin Medal of Honor, Royal Medal of Honor. Right? We can't say that you have defeated an unidentified enemy."

"I didn't beat him."

Hoffa said.

"The public doesn't care, the public only needs positive energy. You are Ravenclaw, you should understand."

Hoffa was silent.

After a long time, he still shook his head: "I really don't know, Minister. You can ask Dumbledore, he is a professor, he knows more than me..."

"You know, don't you?"

The Minister of Magic interrupted Hoffa, and at this moment, his aura began to climb. "Until the moment he disappeared, he was fighting with you."

Hoffa shook his head and whispered: "I don't know, why does he want me to start?"

"Then you said why did he want you to start?"

"Maybe...maybe it's because I'm upset."

Hoffa said.

"He has something to do with this school, isn't he?"

The Minister of Magic said sharply: "I saw that he was destroying this school with hatred that day. Tell me, why?"

Hoffa was silent for a long time and replied in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Minister, I really don't know how to answer your question."

The Minister of Magic laughed, his smile somewhat inexplicable.

Afterwards, he straightened up and looked at Hoffa condescendingly: "Indulging criminals is not a good example of Ravenclaw, Hoffa Bach. You are still young and you should recognize your own path."

Hoffa lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

The Minister of Magic stood there and waited for a while, but Hoffa just lowered his head, and there was no more to follow.

"Even if there is nothing?"

"Yeah." Hoffa lowered his head, not looking at him.

Leonard Mu En shook his head disappointedly, ready to turn and leave. The moment he turned around, he seemed to think of something again, he said lightly:

"Oh, yes. When Dippet was in Azkaban, he asked me to give this to you. Although he came out, I think he should fulfill his promise by the way."

After speaking, he pulled out a thin paper box from his cuff and threw it to Hoffa.

After that, he ignored him and strode out the door.

Opening the door, Hoffa saw Dumbledore nodded at him slightly, closed the door, and left the ward with the Minister of Magic.

Looked at the inexplicably more box in his hand.

Hoffa leaned on the pillow tangledly, took a long breath, and shook his head.

Silby completely turned into a sword of Damocles, hanging high above the top. Not only his terrifying strength, but also his extremely sensitive identity.

In this precarious age, Hoffa really feels the difficulty of life, and various choices are in front of him. Sometimes he knows it is a wrong decision, but still makes it. The taste of it is not enough for outsiders.

After being depressed for a while, Hoffa opened the small box the Minister of Magic gave him, which was actually a thin manual.

Turning it over, it says on the title page.

[François Le Brun. This book is a research note for the year. 】

Hoffa was taken aback, François Le Brun... Isn't this the maker of his own magic watch?

When I opened it again, this parchment page was densely painted with many circuit diagrams, some muscle anatomy diagrams, and densely explanatory texts.

Hoffa's pupils shrank, this...

It turned out to be a note on construction technology. Take notes about the construction technique of the half-man king.

Principal Dippet, what does this mean?

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On the other side, Hogwarts Black Lake.

A full moon slowly rose again from the distant Scottish mountains, and the breeze blew the ground after the explosion. Even after such a frenzied battle, the vegetation on the ground still grew out unrelentingly.

On the rocky floodplain by the lake, Tom Riddle was still sitting in his wheelchair, looking at the moon in the distance, his eyes as dim as gray.

He has been sitting like this all day.

Even a month.

Behind him, stood a tall Slytherin girl with blond hair, blue eyes, and a few small freckles on her white face.

Seeing Tom Riddle who was in a daze, she hesitated and said softly: "Tom, we should go back."

"be quiet."

Tom Riddle said coldly, staring into the distance without blinking.

"It's getting late."

The girl bent down and said softly.

"Go back by yourself first."

"Tom..."

Tom Riddle still looked into the distance in a daze, the young and exquisite face of Gu Jing Wu Bo did not seem to hear the shouts of people around him.

"Tom...?"

"Don't call me Tom!!"

Tom Riddle roared abruptly, his eyes flashing red and his expression suddenly grim.

The girl was startled and took two steps back unconsciously.

Tom Riddle was taken aback, and his nervousness was quickly reduced at random, and the facial features on his face became soft and refined again.

"Sorry, you go back first. I can do it myself."

The Slytherin girl stared at him blankly, and barely forced a smile from the corner of her mouth: "Okay... okay."

After speaking, she backed away in silence. After watching her go away, Tom Riddle in the wheelchair suddenly began to gasp and tremble.

A picture suddenly flickered into his brain.

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A man was flying in the sky, he roared sharply, and countless towers collapsed with his anger.

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The picture broke off, and he was agitated, and suddenly he covered his head heavily, his fingers trembling like a Parkinson's patient.

He gritted his teeth and sweated.

Memories kept flashing back, and the scene that night struck his brain like mottled glass shards.

Man walking in lava.

A huge blood eye pattern on the ground.

The curse of banging the tower in half.

The roar that shook the sky, the shield in the sky that day.

Everyone is stimulating his mind, and the mixed emotions make him feel painful like a knife cut. That is not the emotion he should have, as if an invisible black thread is bound to his spirit, trying to pull him down. . Fall, fall again.

Weakness...strength...death...

power......

He finally couldn't bear it, and he rolled over from the wheelchair and fell to the ground. Trembling fingers firmly grasped the grass on the ground. He panted heavily, his saliva dripped on the grass, his forehead pressed firmly against the ground, clenched fists and beat.

power!

Damn it!

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As if he had heard his call in the dark, there was a sound of water from the black lake in the distance, and he saw a vaguely figure on the lake in the distance.

A subtle song can be heard in the ear.

The song was so ethereal, sweet, and capable of reaching the soul, making him tremble.

He raised his head, his spirit sinking into the singing.

He started crawling hard... little by little, little by little.

The figure of Miaoman, lying sideways on a raised reef in the lake, wearing a crown, singing to the moon, her voice with a little sadness and nostalgia.

After sensing someone coming, she glanced lightly, then jumped into the black lake and disappeared without a trace.

The singing stopped abruptly.

Tom Riddle lay on the rocky floodplain for a long time before he came back to his senses. He was so agitated that he wanted to retreat and leave from the pebble floodplain by the lake.

But as he retreated, he touched a peculiar object with a peculiar texture. When he picked it up, it turned out to be a book page that was soaked a little wet.

The pages of the book were soaked for a long time, and after experiencing an explosion, they were scattered and almost falling apart. But the old material is not paper, and the text on it has not faded at all.

"Eternal Life. Soul Split"

eternal life......?

He turned the pages of the book, and after only a few glances, he shuddered. The book fell back into the lake again. He kicked his legs back on the ground, his eyes widened and he could barely breathe.

After being paralyzed in the distance for a long time, he recovered, swallowed his saliva, and crawled back as pale as paper.

He looked up like a groundhog and looked around. No one was seen. There was only a splash of water on the black lake, and only a round bright moon in the sky.

He stretched out his hand, settled, and touched the book like he was touching the goddess.

Randomly he grabbed the book, and his face changed.

Finally, he took a deep breath and turned the pages of the book.

Without missing a trace, the ancient magic circle and words above can be seen in full view.

As he watched, a smile appeared on Riddle's face, his eyes flushed, his breathing became heavier, the light on his face dazzling, and his chest rose and fell violently.

Finally he hugged the pages of the book and fell on the rocky floodplain, looking up at the sky, with a silent laugh.