Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"who are you?"

Inside the dimly responsive house, candlelight is shining, and the thousand-year-old garbage piled up high is like building blocks and gears, slowly rotating.

Hoffa sat at one end of the long table, looking at his teacher tense.

"Just call me a professor, Hoffa. You are my first student."

Jacob? Slowly stood up from the seat, and his body was tall and straight again, and the whole person directly became another appearance, a handsome, elegant middle-aged man. He was wearing a purple-gray robe, a black scarf, and his hair was meticulously combed.

"People like us have to pass on their ideas for a lifetime. If you can learn my spells, it shows that you have the ability to change the world. I won't just watch this school ruin you. "

Hoffa looked at him, already wondering what to say. Grindelwald, Gellert Grindelwald, the first generation of Demon King, turned out to be his own transformation class teacher.

There are rumors that he single-handedly planned the Armenian genocide, and there are rumors that he single-handedly planned the 1926 terrorist attack in New York. There are rumors that he is the true culprit of the Jewish wizarding massacre today, and there are rumors that he planned a bombing plan on London this summer.

Having lived in this world for three years, Hoffa was naturally impressed by the horror of this man.

But when he met the man face to face, Hoffa didn't think he was a big monster, no matter how he looked at it.

There is no Silby's tyrannical spirit in him, and his mental field is calm, precise and clear. It is like a shrewd and capable businessman, and even more like a scholar who has been practicing in a temple for many years.

"Where is Jacob Bohan?" Hoffa asked hoarsely.

"Jacob Bohan?"

The gray-haired Gellert said calmly: "He was killed by me. In fact, the smuggling of drugs in collaboration with Gringotts is a masterpiece of Jacob Bohan. During the year I replaced him, I have to say , The British medical profession has been given a fairer and more equitable development opportunity."

"Is this your plan?"

"What plans do I have? Tell me about it."

"You want to destroy Hogwarts and control the British wizarding world."

"I destroy Hogwarts and control Britain?" Grindelwald smiled, "What about? Go back and accompany those racist German lunatics and brag about it?"

He shook his head: "No, no. Every corner of the world is the earth, what good is it for me to destroy it?"

"Then why do you want to turn students into animals."

"Did I turn students into animals?"

Grindelwald spread his hands: "I said in the first class, what I am good at is magical deformation, using magic to attract the environment to automatically change. I am not good at human body deformation at all."

"Who else can you be?"

"Ah, let's not talk about this issue."

Grindelwald leaned comfortably on the chair and put his feet on the table: "Actually, my purpose in coming to Hogwarts is very simple. One is to meet my former teacher, and the other is to save my jailed student. ."

"I'm not behind bars." Hoffa immediately denied.

"Really, then why do you have endless nightmares, why do you see things that others can't see again and again."

Grindelwald asked softly, "Why do you feel lonely in the crowd? Why do you always think differently from others."

"I......"

Hoffa didn't speak, but the sense of fear and strangeness disappeared little by little. This gentleman seemed to be in the same state as he appeared, just chatting with himself.

After a pause, he lowered his head and looked at Hoffa in the dim light without blinking: "Get a brand-new experience, expand the boundaries of cognition, and pursue spiritual freedom. These are what you want, not Huh?"

Hoffa exhaled. Although he didn't want to admit it, at this moment, the huge identity almost swallowed him, and he almost wanted to stand up and hug him. This is the feeling that Dumbledore never gave him. Dumbledore never asked what he really wanted.

At this time, the black-and-white cat that Miranda had turned into crawled to Hoffa's side and tried to touch his hand with his paw, but he dodges its touch like an electric shock.

He saw the cat's chestnut eyes, and thought of Miranda, who was in the first grade, and his stomach was as uncomfortable as a bucket of ice slipped into his stomach. Suddenly, regret, guilt and self-blame flooded into the brain. Why does he have to identify with this person...

He looked pale and raised his head, "So, those students...have all of them been controlled by you this year?"

"Why do you habitually shirk the responsibility to me?"

Grindelwald sighed, "Do you think you can take what you have done and leave yourself a mask of justice and kindness, please, are you still tired of wearing this mask?"

"Then why are they...?"

"Who turned the Hogwarts students into what they are now, don't you know in your heart? Who deprived them of pressure, who deprived them of their reality, gave them a false sense of security, falsehood Sense of hope.

Who fulfilled their stupid desires and made them bother to face the real problem? Who showed an omnipotent appearance, showed a righteous and powerful appearance, and made others habitually produced Depend, is it me? "

Hoffaru was struck by lightning, and he leaned heavily on his chair.

After a while, he murmured: "Is it...me?"

Grindelwald: "It's not you either. Now you are just an idol created by Dumbledore and Hogwarts, a false halo. The real you have long been lost in this halo."

"The real me... The real me..." An ominous premonition suddenly appeared in my heart. His breathing began to swift, and the big drops of sweat on his forehead and his clenched fists exposed the fluctuations in his heart.

Grindelwald: "Tell me, Hoffa, what is the real you like?"

Hoffa's teeth began to tremble, and he tried to push away the chair to stand up, but failed.

Grindelwald: "You know better than me, Hoffa Bach. Ravenclaw, the smartest academy and the most self-contained academy. Although you cover up well, there is no doubt that the real you is tired of all of these."

"I don't know what you are talking about?" Huo Faqi began to panic. Some of the most concealed thoughts buried in my heart were turned out by the man in front of him.

Grindelwald looked at Hoffa with a smile:

"Dumbledore brings you hope and makes you brave and kind. But let me say that you are not a kind person in essence. Kindness is just a means for you to pursue the height of life.

You are a Ravenclaw, a radical, arrogant, and narcissistic Ravenclaw. A Ravenclaw who pursues spiritual freedom and is extremely self-conscious. You never realize your darkness, that paranoia, arrogance, violence, and cruelty, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Your fear of becoming a classmate is because they represent the ordinary in your mind and the mediocrity in your heart. And you expect yourself to become great, to become great. What you hate is not them, what you hate is the ordinary self, such a mediocre self. "

Grindelwald's words were like a sharp knife, completely tearing apart all the masks of Hoffa, exposing the real him to the cold air, leaving him invisible.

Grindelwald stood up, drew out the elder's wand, and waved it heavily. The garbage around him quickly reorganized. One side of crystal glass appeared on the garbage tall building, and countless pictures flashed in the glass.

During the summer vacation, he beat his boss in the hospital. He had a big fight in the underground base Aglaia. He cruelly smashed the heads of two prisoners against the wall in Azkaban.

In those pictures, Hoffa saw his shadow hovering on the ground like a dragon.

He saw his shadow following Sherlock on Christmas night, turning the entire dragon training team into animals in the Forbidden Forest.

He saw his shadow following William on Christmas Eve and went to the prefect's bathroom, turning him into an animal.

He saw that on the night of his painful frustration, his shadow turned into a terrible shadow, covering the entire castle, looting everywhere in it.

After watching this scene, the table in front of Hoffa was completely turned into powder under the violent mental fluctuations.

He sat back on the chair and looked at his hands. Completely lost his voice. Under his feet, the colorful hovering shadow turned into a dragon shape, staring at himself without blinking, his gaze passing through dreams and reality, through reality and illusion, like a monster in the deep black sea.

Grindelwald said coldly:

"You can't save this school, or even anyone. All your interventions are just pushing this school towards destruction. The weak hide behind you and become weaker and weaker because of your protection. They feel that you are here. Speak for them and defend their rights so that they can nest in the common room comfortably and become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

With that, Grindelwald took out a dragon egg from his chest and placed it on the ground. He walked slowly to Hoffa's side and bent down:

"I'm not interested in killing people, it's so boring. I am passionate about letting people discover my truth, and I think this truth is the most precious thing in the world."

Following his words, Hoffa's black shadow became colorful in the blink of an eye. It stretched, extended, and gradually covered the dragon egg.

The colorful dragon egg cracked a gap, two gaps, a creature slowly crawled out of the eggshell. It is so gorgeous, but at the same time it is so distorted.

At the moment when the dragon egg broke. Hoffa felt that he was torn apart, completely divided. The nightmare that had been holding him was pulled away.

Grindelwald: "Face your true self."

After saying this, he patted Hoffa on the shoulder, passed him, and left him without looking back.

Hoffa had no time to control Grindelwald. He sat on a chair and watched the old man dragging the shadow on the ground, the end of the shadow tied to the twisted creature in the dragon egg. One person and one dragon share the same shadow.

The weird and indescribable creature stumbled to its feet. Like a toddler.

Then, he grew at an amazing speed. Almost in the blink of an eye, it became a newborn baby. The baby crawled painfully on the ground, covered with mucus, and seemed to express extreme fear of the new world.

But soon, with countless colorful faces like duckweed, flowing past his shadow.

The baby's mood quickly stabilized, and then he stood up a little bit, his bones crackled, grew taller, and became stronger. Eventually, it became a gray-haired and golden-eyed boy, exactly the same as Hoffa in appearance, even The earrings on the ears are all copied.

It glanced at Hoffa, and stumbled towards him like a reptile. As it crawled, clothes appeared on its side, and it straightened up and began to walk upright.

Finally, the identical teenager stood in front of Hoffa and turned his head slightly: "Hi, trash, how are you."