Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Ryan climbed out of the subway station. Owl was standing on the sign of the station at the moment, his head twisted 180 degrees, a dead mouse in his mouth, looking at himself.

Thirty meters away, on the broken ground, stood a tall iron cocoon, which was the product of Hoffa's battle with Gilia, and inside it was the female vampire who had been with him for an instant.

Ryan subconsciously walked two steps towards the cocoon, and then he turned his head back, hurriedly came to his owl, took out a roll of sheep leather from his chest, brushed a piece of information on the paper, and tied the letter to On the owl's leg.

"Quickly, Jasmine, send the letter to Hogwarts and let Dean Husley send someone over. You must be quick, understand?"

The owl turned his head back, threw away the food in his mouth, flapped his wings, and flew into the air.

Ryan raised his wand and made several complicated movements in the air. Accompanied by violent magic fluctuations and a soft crackle, his owl hit his head on the spell in the air and disappeared into the air. Several brown bird feathers slowly fell from the sky.

After doing all this, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then came to the one-man high iron cocoon with a quick step and began to study carefully.

There is no doubt that this is the most highly skilled transfiguration he has ever seen. In just an instant, the Ravenclaw's classmate changed the structure and properties of the material, and directly created a cage on the spot, which tightly sealed Gilia in it.

There is no spell, no spell casting process, just relying on his own mental strength field, he is not sure who else in the school can do this step, maybe the teacher in the transformation class can't.

"Is that why you left Hogwarts?"

Ryan smiled bitterly, he kept tapping the seamless cocoon with his wand, trying to find a flaw from it, so that he could rescue the vampire who was locked in it and was seriously injured.

But no matter how he tried or used to break the spell, that iron cocoon stood firmly on the spot like an iceberg that never melted, and the lines of the palms on it precisely biting each other made Ryan desperate.

After smashing the thing for ten minutes, Ryan gave up the idea of ​​opening it with magic. He put his ear on it, but it didn't hear anything. The toy was quiet like a solid iron ball.

Although in the dungeon, he once again saw the brutality of vampires, the humans who were sucked into scum, and the innocent girls who were put on the dinner plate and killed by the neck. But worrying but uncontrollable growth in Ryan's heart, will she die? If you don't die, maybe there is still a chance to correct the evil.

Thinking about this, he found a rusty crowbar from the garbage dump in the distance and tried to open the strong iron cocoon in a Muggle way.

Taking a deep breath, he tentatively moved the tip of the crowbar

Slightly exerted force.

With just a click, the entire iron cocoon suddenly turned into a piece of debris, turning back into dust and rubble again. A gray mass rolled from the iron cocoon to the ground, twitching slightly.

Ryan himself was stunned. To be honest, he didn't have much hope at all. He was just a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but unexpectedly, this unbreakable iron cocoon turned out to be like an eggshell after encountering a crowbar. The same shattered into slag.

No matter how you think it is wrong, even if it is a general shapeshifting spell, before the shapeshifter himself releases it, unless a higher-level shapeshifter comes over, or the caster dies or runs out of mana, there will be no room for it to be solved.

In both cases, Ryan felt that it was impossible. He was far less advanced in Transfiguration than Hoffa, but it was impossible to say that the guy died or his mana was exhausted.

Thinking of what the guy looked like when he dug a hole for himself, he felt that even if he died three times, that guy wouldn't necessarily die.

But these thoughts just flashed through his mind, and soon his attention was all attracted by the vampire on the ground in a coma.

He turned over the lump of creatures on the ground, and the appearance of the vampire lying on the ground was very different from before. She was no longer pale and beautiful, but gray and shriveled with prominent joints, like a fifty-year-old woman with extremely malnutrition.

Ryan shook his hand, he could hardly dare that this guy was the beauty who dumped himself a few hours ago. This change was so great that he couldn't accept it for a while.

The vampire was not dead yet. After seeing Ryan, she turned over with all her strength, staring at him with her skinny and popping eyes without blinking.

"blood......."

The skinny vampire said hoarsely, and she looked at Ryan's neck, trying to support herself from the ground, but failed.

"Blood..." She lay on the ground and could only pronounce this syllable.

Settling down, Ryan knelt down again, he was a little frightened, as if his dreams had turned into nothing, and his life was disguised. After the clear river dries up, it reveals the dry and dilapidated riverbed afterwards.

"are you OK."

He asked. After the question, he felt that he asked a nonsense. How could she describe her appearance.

"blood......"

The vampire looked at him, his voice getting lower and lower.

"Did you lie to me before? Those words were probably just trying to trick me down to the ground." Ryan said to himself. He stretched out his hand and touched the forehead of the dry and ugly vampire. The touch felt like Sandpaper is generally rough.

"I went to see it below. In any case, I will not forgive you. However, I also said that I will send you alive to Wiesengamo for trial. I will not break my promise."

With that, the wand became a sharp dagger in his hand.

The cold light flashed.

A touch of red dripped from his palm and fell on the face of the dry vampire on the ground. Its waist was like a spring installed, and it suddenly straightened downwards, opening its dry mouth full of fangs.

Drops of blood fell into her mouth, and her body quickly swelled like water-absorbing resin. At the same time, Ryan's face became pale due to the loss of blood.

After ten breaths, the shriveled old woman on the ground became a thin young woman about thirty years old due to the nourishment of blood. Although she was not as beautiful as the first time she met, she still had the lingering charm and the smell of broken flowers and willows. Her chest still had the wound from Hoffa's heavy punch, but she had escaped death.

Crackling.

Crackling.

Crackling.

Three soft sounds, accompanied by violent fluctuations in magical power.

Puffs of black smoke dissipated in the air.

Ryan, who was feeding the blood, immediately held his palm and stood up. A chestnut owl hovered on his shoulder, patted its wings, and pecked his ear.

In the darkness, several figures in dark green suits walked out slowly, they were all about the same age as themselves. Dressed up and ordinary office workers Muggles on the street are no different.

After seeing the person who came, Ryan sighed in relief and put his hands behind him: "Why are you here?"

"Why can't it be us."

A blond teenager headed by the group raised the note in his hand, "Since it's Slytherin's rebellion, it will naturally be handled by our Slytherin people."

"I thought my letter was delivered to Professor Husley..."

"The people of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor are going to Birmingham to assist the people of Gryffindor. We are now in charge of the coastal area." Blonde Slytherin narrated in a calm tone, with The alienation and indifference that are too thick to dissolve.

"So, what about Professor Slughorn? Why is he not here."

"He is in charge of making potions in the camp. It is not convenient to see you for the time being."

The boy's expression became a little impatient: "Hurry up, you are not in a hurry in the letter, how come you harp on the contrary, what's wrong, take us there quickly.

"No, you can't, it's dangerous below. If there is no adult wizard leading the team, I don't worry..."

The faces of the few Slytherins in front of them collapsed and looked very unhappy.

"It's really rare. A Hufflepuff is questioning the strength of our Slytherin. As far as I know, you haven't won the Academy Cup in four or five years."

Someone said this, and the few Slytherins in the front parted respectfully, revealing the talking guy behind them.

The boy had black hair and dark eyes, shoulder-length hair, delicate and pale skin, and slightly convex cheekbones, probably because of his thin figure. He wore a slender Muggle suit and had a straight figure. The slender fingers are like a pianist. While holding the magic wand, he wears an old black ring when he comes to the door. And on his neck, the green and black scarf embroidered with black snakes makes him look very noble and handsome.

He grabbed his wand and walked out of the crowd and came to Ryan with a gentle smile on his face, but Ryan felt the pressure on his face.

He knew the guy in front of him, Slytherin's new prefect, and the most popular star Hogwarts student in recent years, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"Even you can't do it." Ryan said: "You don't know the following situation, it is very dangerous there, we must have an adult wizard over."

Tom Riddle ignored Ryan's suggestion, but walked around him three times, his eyes floated on him and the female vampire, he was very uncomfortable being looked at by this guy.

"Nocturnal creature? Werewolf, vampire? Or something else?"

Tom stood still and pointed at the woman next to Ryan.

Ryan didn't think he stood up straight, "Vampire," he said.

The boy in front of him has a very high reputation in Slytherin. Although he is two terms lower than himself, he knows that he is not his opponent.

In the duel club run by the school, the teenager defeated all the students who came to challenge him. Among them, there are many masters and geniuses who have long been famous in the sixth and seventh grades. It is said that his ability can be graduated to the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic or the black Work or internship in the Defense Department of Magic, but he didn't choose that way.

Tom Riddle: "Brought from Bournemouth?"

"Yes, there are many more...wait, she was seriously injured, can you get medical treatment first."

"Who hurt her, is it you?"

He bent down, touched his chin, and leaned over with interest to look at the vampire's chest, where the sunken scars were far from healed.

Ryan could feel that Slytherin's new prefect didn't take him seriously. He took a step forward and protected Kylia behind him.

"This has nothing to do with this matter, Riddle, I need her to live, she is an important witness of this incident, she can provide us with a lot of useful information."

"That's it..."

Tom Riddle shifted his gaze to Ryan's face for the first time.

This look made him shiver. What kind of look was this? It was like the look in the eyes of a poisonous snake staring at its prey, and there was no warmth in it.

"Tara."

The head of the Snake Academy turned his head and called.

"I'm here."

A Slytherin girl with a long braid came out.

"Send this...important lady vampire to the camp and take care of it," he said in a slightly magnetic voice.

"Okay." The gentle-looking Slytherin girl stepped forward, slowly but irresistibly pulling Kylia away from Ryan's arms.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief. The Slytherin prefect was a little better to speak than he seemed. However, this goodwill only lasted for a moment.

"Also, send this senior Hufflepuff over and separate from Miss Vampire." Just listen to Tom Riddle continuing: "Don't let the two of them get entangled."

Immediately, the headed blond boy took a step and pressed Ryan's shoulder involuntarily.

"what?"

Ryan was surprised: "Don't you want me to lead the way?"

"If a Hufflepuff can come out of that city safe and sound, I believe I can do it too."

With that, Riddle's face turned ridiculous, and he flicked his wand. Ryan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm, and he screamed out his left hand hidden behind his back. I saw a smoky black snake swimming slowly on the wound he had just cut, like a tattoo.

"She sucked your blood."

The Slytherin prefect said in a grim tone: "If you are forced, then your strength is too low, if you take the initiative, then your people are very problematic."

After all, Ryan felt a hard object against his stomach, and looked down, it turned out to be a black yew wand.

The white and slender fingers held the wand steadily, and the black-haired boy said, "I am more inclined to suspect that you have a problem."

The spell flashed, and Ryan's body was stretched straight. He fell to the ground with a thud, and he could only see a few uniform calfskin boots under the Slytherin dark green suit.