Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Hoffa leaned against the wall, holding the black and white cat, and listening to the conversation in the corridor.

Grindelwald: "What time is it?"

Dumbledore: "What did you say?"

Grindelwald said indifferently: "Oh, because depending on the time, he may be a person or a dragon now."

Dumbledore: "What do you mean, what dragon?"

Grindelwald: "Albus, you transported fire dragons from other countries back to Hogwarts, and asked Fatir Derases to raise them for you. You even persuaded alchemist Norbert Hagrid to work for you and let He produces dragon eggs in batches for you. It is convenient for you to train a group of elite soldiers to be invincible on the wizarding battlefield.

But, do you think you know him well? That alchemist, do you think you can make him obedient by giving him a little profit? "

Dumbledore shook: "Is Norbert Hagrid yours?"

"Tsk, it really isn't, poor Norbert, I just want to study the ultimate creature that combines all the advantages of fire dragons. I think you probably have heard of it."

Dumbledore, "That's impossible."

"Yes, it is indeed impossible. Because no matter how perfect the body is, without the support of the soul, it is just a joke. But a super body, coupled with the soul and instinct of Khofbach that is suppressed by you. Tsk tusk... Albus, can you imagine that kind of monster?"

Dumbledore stepped back and looked at him in disbelief.

Grindelwald opened his hands: "Why, Principal Dumbledore, is it frustrating to lose control of everything, doesn't it? Do you feel that your efforts to control everything are in vain?"

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and pressed it against Grindelwald's head. The hard tip of the wand pushed Grindelwald's head crooked and pointed his head crooked.

Grindelwald raised a finger.

"A friendly reminder, a monster that is completely uncontrolled by anyone will appear. You and the rest of the students will stay here, and you may die at any time."

Dumbledore's chest heaved violently. Holding his wand, he gritted his teeth and said, "Horace, evacuate all the students and take them to the station."

Slughorn, who was pale, held his wand flat, and slowly backed away.

After Slughorn pushed away, Dumbledore asked sharply:

"Where is Bach?"

"Too late."

"Where is Bach?" Dumbledore roared: "He is only fourteen years old, and has nothing to do with our grievances."

"You and me? Grindelwald sneered, "We have different positions, so don't say anything that you don't know. "

Dumbledore: "What do you want?"

"Oh, have you finally thought of a deal negotiation?"

Grindelwald pointed to the wand against his head.

Dumbledore put down his wand and asked in a low voice:

"Huo, Fa, Ba, He, where, where, where?"

Grindelwald raised his hand:

"OK, I can tell you his position, but the next step is the key. We change one, or you let me go, I tell you his position, you save him, or..."

Grindelwald stretched his hand forward: "You take me to Azkaban."

"you......."

Dumbledore's tone was stagnant, and he fell into silent silence.

Grindelwald grinned and sneered, "Why, Hitler didn't catch him when he came in front of you? Albus? Caught me, and the whole European wizarding battlefield was calmed down."

After he said jokingly, only the depressing breathing remained in the entire corridor.

"Why, not talking?" Grindelwald asked softly, "Or you want to kill me?"

While speaking, he actually took out the elder's wand and placed it in Dumbledore's hand, and put it on his skull with the wand.

"It's not impossible."

The other professors around were stunned. They held their wands, or looked at each other, or looked at Dumbledore, completely devoid of their own opinions.

Dumbledore was holding the elder's wand, and his face became paler without breathing. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words between his teeth,

"You...you devil!"

"What about the devil? The devil comes from reality." As Grindelwald said, his expression became cold.

"But I don't create a god, I never create a **** that looks perfect, but is illusory and has no flaws."

The muscles on Dumbledore’s face twitched, and the wand in his hand began to tremble. Grindelwald was extremely indifferent:

"Choose, Albus, control me or save Bach."

When this sentence came out, everyone held their breath, not only the professor holding the magic wand behind him, but even Hoffa, who was eavesdropping upstairs, also held their breath. He feels like a tightrope walker, swaying in the air without a safety rope, and it is the trust in this school that keeps his spirit balanced.

Dumbledore stood there, and finally, he said word by word: "Send him to Azkaban."

Half of the professors exclaimed,

"Albus!"

"Albus?"

"Dumbledore!"

"Shut up!" Dumbledore's face was as cold as iron at the moment, and he took a step back.

"Tie up this self-righteous lunatic and send it to Azkaban for trial."

The professors of the four major colleges hesitated for a moment, but under the order of the vice president, they still stepped forward and waved their magic wands.

Countless curses spewed out from the wands of various professors, turning into red iron chains to bind Grindelwald tightly, circle after circle, layer after layer.

Grindelwald didn't look at the restraints on his body, he whispered sarcastically; "A good leader, Albus. Just like you are to your own sister, the real you has changed a little... .."

Dumbledore took the elder's wand and punched Grindelwald in the face without thinking about it, hitting him directly to crack his lips. The cheeks are swollen high.

But Grindelwald calmly raised his head, licked his lips, and blinked at the distance, as if speaking to an invisible person.

Dumbledore turned his head and followed Grindelwald's eyes, but saw nothing.

......

......

Grindelwald's smile was clearly printed in Hoffa's eyes.

It's like the moment when the roller coaster has reached the bottom, the power is suddenly cut off, and it can't rise anymore.

He leaned against the wall, slowly squatted down, and let out a breath.

At this moment, he finally understood Grindelwald's plan, and he opened up his relationship with Hogwarts and Dumbledore.

He understood the other party's plan, but there was no way. He felt cold and powerless. All persistence loses its meaning at this moment, this is the pain that Azkaban's dementors never caused him.

After sitting for a while, he hugged the cat and slowly wandered around Hogwarts.

Walking to an empty classroom on the third floor, he opened the door and walked in, putting the black and white cat on the podium. He touched the cat's head, kissed her on the head, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

The cat screamed, the meaning is unknown.

Then Hoffa walked out of the classroom and locked the door.

He walked alone in the empty Hogwarts, slowly scratching his fingers across the thousand-year-old carved stone bricks on the wall. For thousands of years, has this school been like yourself? A person walking alone in a corner with nothing around him.

He completely put down his disguise.

He started thinking, thinking about himself.

The more he thinks, the more he discovers his own meaninglessness.

He thought of Miranda, he thought of Silby, he thought of Grindelwald, he thought of Dumbledore, he thought of Fattier.

Everyone has their own plan, everyone has their own goals, except him.

He has always lived in the shadow of others. He passively prevents opponents, passively helps others, passively accepts other people's ideas, and passively allows the world to change himself.

Except for some simple thoughts, he never thought about what he really wanted. He didn't even understand his place in this universe.

He has no goals, no parents in his life, no Sirius godfather, or even an opponent like Voldemort to drive his revenge. He doesn't have any regrets in his previous life, and he doesn't have much thoughts about matter.

After the freshness of contact with magic at the beginning, he gradually discovered that magic and superpowers were a meaningless thing.

When I was a child, I thought magic was cool and dazzling, but it was just freshness and curiosity about things I had never seen before. But this kind of curiosity can't fill in nothingness.

He has no pursuit, no motivation, no goal.

As a human being, his essence is blank.

Hogwarts cannot fill this gap.

No one can make up for this innate gap.

He continued to think, unable to stop thinking.

He thought about his feelings for Hogwarts. What exactly is my unreasonable love and unspeakable attachment protecting?

Finally, he realized that what he was protecting was not Hogwarts, but that he was actually protecting his illusion of life, his desire for simplicity.

Reality is full of desires, like a hodgepodge of chaos, ****, interests, dignity, fame, war...

It is precisely because the reality is so cruel that he built a utopia in his heart, trying to project himself into this utopia.

But Hogwarts is not a utopia, no place is a utopia, Hogwarts is just Hogwarts, and reality is just reality. Cruel, chaotic.

He walked to the hunting grounds of the school, and the breeze blew across the snowy ground in winter, and he spit out a mouthful of frosty white mist.

I think that I was Silby who was fighting in the sky last year. And now, Hoffa asked himself, would he make the same decision again?

he does not know.

The only thing he knew was that he couldn't go back anymore.

Either become the same as reality, or choose to destroy...

In the sky, a blood-red full moon shines brightly. Hoffa walked to the edge of the hunting ground near the Black Lake, stood on a cliff of more than 100 meters, looked at the sparkling lake in front of him, and slowly turned around.

At this moment, his shadow was following behind him, the old elder elder who was dragging down the blood-red moon, the shadow was not in the shape of a human at all, and it was winding like venom with terrible colors.

Afterwards, the shadow struggled to get up from the ground, and quickly stretched into a transparent behemoth that was hundreds of meters long.

The young man stood in front of the dragon, not as long as a front tooth.

The colorful dragon exhaled a pungent scent of sulfur, and whispered: "Do you think you can get rid of me? Use a simple and rude secret room?"

At this point, Hoffa calmed down surprisingly. He looked at the head of the giant dragon in front of him and said lightly: "Let's do it."