Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Pieces of ice and snow fell from the sky, and the winter of 1940 arrived as scheduled.

Christmas Eve. Hoffa stood in front of the mirror in the public bathroom, head down.

Transparent and shiny mucus was flowing on the marble floor, drilling out from under the cabinet, and then crawling slowly and slowly across the floor.

He raised his head again, and his cheekbones were high in the mirror, his skin was blue and white, and his eye circles were darker than ever before. He resembles an ascetic monk who has been overly masochistic, and he resembles an evil demon struggling in purgatory.

The self in the mirror showed a slight smile, and his mouth was densely covered with sharp teeth. On his forehead, sharp horns grew little by little.

Hoffa was startled and shook his head vigorously, the hallucination disappeared.

The self in the mirror returned to normal, he was thin and unclothed. Just an ordinary gray-haired boy who is tired, depressed, planning to take a bath.

"hateful....."

He rubbed his temples.

For nearly four months, he had not seen Dumbledore and received no help. Almost every night, he would have some strange nightmares, and even have some hallucinations and auditory hallucinations from time to time.

In the past, he could use meditation to eliminate the weirdness in the sea of ​​consciousness, but now, he can't explore any abnormalities in his body.

He felt that he might be crazy.

boom! !

There was a crisp noise next door.

William, who was also unclothed, poked his head out and grinned: "Go, take a bath."

This is the last day of the semester. Students who have finished their exhausted life for a semester have come to the public bath. Hoffa and his roommate are no exception. Because of the long-term potion refining, they have a strange smell of medicine.

Antonio turned around from the other side and handed him a white towel timidly.

Hoffa closed the cabinet and silently took the towel. Nodded to Antonio.

Antonio asked with some worry: "Are you okay, you talked in sleep again last night."

"What did I say?"

"Listen...inaudible."

Antonio vaguely said.

"Do you bother to sleep?"

Tie the towel around his waist while walking Hoffa.

"It's...not really."

"Hey, what are you talking about."

William poked his head out of the corridor again and waved at them. "Hurry up."

Hoffa stopped talking and walked straight to the bath. As he walked through the marble corridor, he felt that something was looking at him and looked up.

On the head of the statue of the wizard Manikos, a strange black and white cat is looking at him. The cat was very strange, his face was half black and half white, just like a picture of Taiji, it looked at itself like this, as if talking to itself.

Who's pet came in the running bath?

Hoffa thought.

......

......

The boys’ bathroom is a very spacious place, filled with smoke and steaming steam.

The surface of the water is a little hot, and many boys sit on the marble, and can only tentatively submerge their knees in the pool. When they saw Hoffa coming, they greeted him one after another.

"Yo, Bach."

"Sit here."

"Sit with me."

Hoffa smiled, not sitting between them. He just soaked in, the hot water flooded his neck.

Since he had a fight with Sherlock on Halloween, these students now regard him as a spiritual idol, and they always embrace him everywhere.

Countless girls wrote to him to express his admiration. Countless boys squeezed their heads to enter Hoffa's "circle".

But the attention of others did not bring happiness in vanity and dignity to Hoffa. On the contrary, he had the pain of losing his freedom. No matter where he went or what he did, a group of people stared at him.

Did he really defeat Sherlock?

Hoffa knew not. It was Fatir who defeated Sherlock. But no matter what he said, other students didn't think so. They refused to believe other answers.

On the other side, William greeted the group of bathing guys one by one, and then sat among them.

Contrary to Hoffa, William was extremely satisfied with all of this. He made friends with enthusiasm and made friends with Hoffa’s closest friends. He set up a huge social network and became the actual head of the network, gathering regularly. Eating, bathing, secret activities. In order to stabilize the cohesion of the group.

William: "Yesterday the president of the Gryffindor Transfiguration Society greeted me, and I would like to invite you to play in the Transfiguration Society."

"Who is going." A Hufflepuff boy leaned back lazily on the bath.

"There is no girl in Culver's Transfiguration Society, and the mules can't get in."

William disdain: "I want you to go, but they don't invite you."

"Let me go and I won't go either."

The boy rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, speaking of it, our hospital recently opened a herbal medicine club. I want to invite you to play, or not?"

"How beautiful is it?" William asked with slanted eyes.

"That's too much. Half of the beauties over the third grade come."

"Really?"

"Why lie to you."

"Hoffa, are you going?"

William asked loudly, and poured a handful of water at him to attract his attention.

Hoffa was soaking in the hot water motionlessly, letting the drops of water fall off his head, and he sighed, "Why not go?"

He did not understand how this group was formed, which is far from his comfort zone. Out of courtesy, he habitually gave the other affirmative answer, but he didn't want to go.

William hit haha, slid into the water, and said to the Hufflepuff students: "Your kid is lucky. It's rare that Hoffa has the intention to participate in your club activities."

"What does Hoffa usually do?" Two boys asked curiously.

"The same way, the library, ah~"

William, who soaked his whole body in the bathtub, let out a groan of satisfaction. He suddenly thought of something:

"Eh, that's right. I heard that the bath used by the prefect is much better than what we use here."

Taylor asked: "The prefect has gone to train the dragon. Is there still someone using the bath?"

Antonio said, "No one uses it."

"Prefect...?"

William sneered. "It's just a defeated man."

"No one uses it, it's not a waste." Antonio sighed with emotion.

"I really want to go and see it. I heard it's more luxurious than what ordinary students like us use."

"Cut, when Hoffa becomes the prefect of the fifth grade, we want to go and how to go." William said swearingly.

Several bathing students nodded in agreement.

"That is, it's a certainty."

"The fifth grade is definitely the prefect."

"I can go directly to the Minister of Magic after graduation."

......

Hoffa felt that if Hogwarts did not fall and developed according to normal logic, his life path would seem to be no different from what they said.

When he was in the fifth grade, he went to work at the Ministry of Magic after graduation, starting with a high-level secretary.

I spent a few years as the director of a certain affairs department, gave birth to a bunch of children, and worries about making a living.

But where does this inexplicable fear come from, and where does this invisible pressure come from.

He didn't know, he soaked half of his head in the hot water, trying to use this action to make himself feel the temperature and let the pores discharge sweat and pressure.

But he couldn't feel anything, not a drop of sweat shed from his head, he was like being locked in a concrete cage.

In the past month, his spirit has become more and more sensitive, but his body has become more and more dull. He has almost lost his sense of taste and touch, and of course he can't feel the heat.

After a few heated discussions, William touched his chin:

"Let me say that Hoffa should be the prefect now. He was an assistant last year and won Sherlock again this year. If we become prefect this year, we can now go to the prefect bathroom to see."

He seems to have a great interest in the prefect's bathroom.

"Come on."

A Hufflepuff student said lazily: "

"The prefect is Hoffadang, not you. Why can you go to the prefect's bathroom."

Everyone covered their mouths and snickered, and William immediately sneered:

"Do you know what a roommate is, eh? Hoffa, right?"

He tried to find the affirmative answer from Hoffa, but the gray head was no longer visible on the smoky water.

William muttered in wonder: "Where did I go..."

"But it seems that only the fifth grade can be accepted."

Another Gryffindor student said, making William come back to his senses.

"You are also considered Gryffindor if you think so."

William leaned on the marble and sneered: "Don't Gryffindor take pleasure in breaking the rules?"

The people in the bath roared with laughter, echoes echoed in the air, full of joyful atmosphere.

The Gryffindor student seemed to have been humiliated, and his face flushed: "You Ravenclaw still claim to be smart, do you dare to enter the master bathroom now?"

William disdain: "Go and go, do you dare to come tonight?"

"Hey, aren't you afraid of being discovered?" Antonio asked nervously.

"Who will find out." William curled his lips: "Half of the professors in the school stay in the Ministry of Magic every day."

"You said, what if you don't go tonight?"

"Yeah, do you want to bet?"

"Gamble, gamble."

"How much to bet."

"Twenty gallons."

William rolled his eyes: "Twenty gallons is not enough."

"Then how much do you want."

"I want you to ask all the girls in Gryffindor out to play together."

Everyone clapped their hands, enthusiastic, and excited for William's suggestion.

The Gryffindor students yelled unwillingly:

"What about you, there are many girls in Ravenclaw too!"

......

......

There were a few ripples in the corner of the pool, and no one noticed. Amidst the lively gathering, Hoffa had left the bathroom.

The purpose of cleansing the body has been achieved, and staying longer is a waste of time. He did not want to participate too much in the youth feast of a group of thirteen-year-olds.

Whether it is a wizard or a Muggle, boys at this age will inevitably be affected by hormones, and their energy is terrible.

If it was last year, maybe he would still be in the crowd and smile casually. But this year, under the tremendous pressure of survival, his energy has long been taken away.

Dry the body and put on the wizard's school robe.

He came to the library.

The library was deserted and there was almost no one in sight. This year, the students' interest in independent learning disappeared.

Turning a corner, he heard a groan. When I walked over, it turned out that it was a senior boy who put a **** the bookshelf, not knowing what he was doing.

When they noticed someone coming, the two hurriedly sorted their clothes. The boy just wanted to get angry, but found out that it was Hoffa. He immediately chatted with a smile on his face.

Hoffa's habitual muscles twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The two let out a sigh of relief, and passed Hoffa with their heads down.

Looking at their backs, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace. He rubbed his facial muscles and felt like he was wearing a thick mask on his face, which was extremely uncomfortable.

This is not the Hogwarts he imagined. His ideal school is a school that can exchange ideas, everyone is different, everyone has an interesting soul, and everyone can understand and tolerate each other.

But now, Hogwarts is like a cemetery. A lively cemetery. Everyone has become the same kind of person. No features, no goals, drunken life and dreams.

He shook his head, throwing those unrealistic ideas out of his mind. Pulling out a spiritual wizard book from the shelf, flipping through it, trying to find a solution to his spiritual problems.

However, these tome works are all about how to manipulate the spirit of others, and there is rarely a deep self-spirit.

He flipped through it roughly and changed another one.

Time is going by quickly looking for it.

In the middle of the night, Hoffa checked his watch. It was eleven o'clock. He put his head on the bookshelf and closed his eyes a little bored.

It's another day of nothing. When can I solve the problem and when can I live happily?

No one can tell him the answer.

He walked out of the empty library, through the empty magic stairs, and returned to the dormitory.

William's bed was empty, and the other people's beds were empty. He didn't think much about it. He wanted to go to bed after taking off his clothes.

But just as he was about to lie down to sleep, a few people ran into the dormitory noisily and banged the door open.

"Hoffa Hoffa...!"

Antonio yelled his name like a train.

Hoffa turned over impatiently and got up: "What's the matter again?"

In the darkness, Antonio's pale pockmarked face was covered with sweat. He said nervously, "William is missing."