Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at Moody (Hoffa) quietly. Hoffa nodded, and said quietly: "That's it, I understand."

Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at Hoffa with his blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses. Those eyes made Hoffa a little hairy. He pretended to be unhappy: "What's the matter, Albus?"

"Last year you argued with me about my recruitment of Remus for a long time, saying that I did not comply with the rules. This year you are surprisingly easy to talk. I thought you would question my arrangements just like last year."

by! Do you think I want to teach? A bend around!

Hoffa yelled at Dumbledore for being cunning in his heart, and he even made an indifferent look on his face: "The times have changed, and the generation of students is not as good as the generation. To be honest, Albus, I have long been a little bit of your gentle teaching methods Dissatisfaction, this year you can make such a request, but it is just like me. It's time to be tough on the flowers in the greenhouse."

The scrutiny in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared, and he smiled and shook his head: "I thought you were a different person, so talkative, now it seems that you still have a violent temper."

"I just say what I have."

Hoffa said sternly.

"Okay, I see, old man, you go get ready."

Dumbledore patted his arm kindly: "Don't keep your face straight, it will scare the students."

After speaking, he turned and left from the passage behind the auditorium.

When Dumbledore's back disappeared in the hall, Hoffa's calm expression suddenly changed.

He actually wants to teach the three unforgivable curses by himself. Isn't that doing him? He has never used the three unforgivable curses. He neither likes mind control, nor does he like torture through the heart and wrists, and Avada Sole is too inefficient for him.

The most deadly thing is that he doesn't have a wand. Although he has Moody's wand, he can't use it at all. Although he can cast some basic spells without a wand, such as fluorescent spells, shield spells, and clear spring spells, if he casts them without a wand directly in class, he will definitely be seen as abnormal.

It doesn't work on his own, Hoffa thought. Fortunately, he has Barty Little. As an old Death Eater, the three Unforgivable Curses are definitely familiar to him.

It’s just that Batty’s current state...

He quickened his pace and followed the spiral staircase to the Office of Defense Against the Dark Arts on the third floor.

Filch had placed his box by the desk in the office. He locked the door and dragged the box into his lounge.

The lounge is a long room with wood panels on all four walls. The room is full of old unsuitable chairs and a wood bed. This room belonged to Remus Lupin last year, although the guy has already left. , But Hoffa was still able to ask in the air a residual breath that was unique to a werewolf.

There was a timetable on the table, and he picked up the timetable to take a look. Hey, only three days have passed since the first class, and only three days were left for him to master the three unforgivable spells.

He didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly opened the box and got in.

As soon as he entered, he was shocked. The box was completely dark, but under his night vision, he saw Little Barty crawling on Old Moody’s leg with a distorted expression, holding his only one leg on the side. He rubbed his face on it as he touched it.

"Sparkling...sparkling...mother...mother..."

His mouth gleamed for a while, and for a while, his mother's fingers pierced the old Moody's thigh with abnormal force, and blood flowed from his fingers and spilled all over the floor.

Looking at the old Moody again, he estimated that he was going crazy. He was locked all over and could not make any sound. He could only shake the chain on his body vigorously, trying to throw away the lunatic who was rubbing his face on his leg.

Hearing the sound of the box being opened, Old Moody struggled harder. In this struggle, Barty Young not only grabbed Old Moody's leg, but even opened his mouth without hesitation. Bitten hard.

This is too perverted... Hoffa thought, he hurried to Barty's side and called his name, "Barty, Barty?"

Indifferent, Little Barty rolled his eyes, not even looking at him, just biting Old Moody's leg. As a last resort, Hoffa had to pinch his cheek to forcibly pull his face off Moody's one leg.

"Sparkling...I want Shingling..."

Little Batty didn't respond. He treated old Moody as Shining, and muttered unconsciously, "Shining... Shining, the bad guys are coming, the bad guys are coming..."

Damn you monster dripping mouth!

You don't see who you are, just wake up!

Hoffa slapped Batty’s face hard.

"Shan...Shin, you bastard...Where are you going? Do you dare to abandon your master...?" He didn't respond, neither felt the pain nor cared who it was. I was beating him, just repeating the message to win.

How to do?

Hoffa fought like a fight for a while. Old Joey really didn't lie to himself back then. If a person with low energy is blown by the cold wind of the underworld, he can only become a delirious lunatic.

Of course, he can actually ignore Barty's life or death, and can abandon him mercilessly, just like Voldemort did.

But now he desperately needs him to wake up, at least let him teach himself the three unforgivable spells.

In the chaos, Little Batty licked Hoffa’s wooden legs: "Sparkling...Sparkling...you bastard...slacking..."

He cursed while licking.

Want to shine?

Hoffa touched his chin and fell into contemplation. Little Batty seemed to have extraordinary feelings for his house elf named Shining.

At this moment, Shining should be working in the Hogwarts kitchen. If the house elf is found, can Little Batty really be cured?

He didn't know, but it seemed that there was no other way to go before his eyes.

Only a dead horse can be a living horse doctor.

Hoffa thought so, and fixed Barty Jr. in the box, then left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office and entered the night at Hogwarts.

At this moment, Hogwarts itself seemed to have the atmosphere of a tomb. The stairs are like a movie theater passage in the dark, with responsive portraits turning their heads every step of the way. Hoffa could hear his own footsteps echoing on the glass above his head. Looking up, he could see the mist with a little light from the skylight dissipating outside the transparent roof.

He walked all the way down the hall. Hogwarts at night made him miss it. He almost forgot the joy of night travel, the joy of being outside the rules.

More than fifty years ago, when Silby invaded Hogwarts, Ravenclaw’s common room suffered a destructive invasion. At that time, Ravenclaw students were displaced and had to live in Hegwarts temporarily. Near Chipach's lounge.

It was that time that Hoffa knew the location of the kitchen. Although fifty years have passed, as far as this school is concerned, nothing has changed in just a few seconds.

Following his memory, Hoffa came to a wide stone corridor, under the dim light of torches, the walls were decorated with oil paintings, and the paintings were mainly food.

At this moment, he heard someone chatting in the dim corridor.

"Cedric, is there really no time next week?" a girl said sadly.

"It's a bit busy, Selena, and I have an appointment next week." The man said honestly.

"Huh." The woman groaned sourly, "Is it the Ravenclaw Seeker?"

"My relationship with her is not what you think..."

Hoffa deliberately aggravated the sound of his footsteps, and the wooden leg hit the ground making a sound of bangbangbang.

"Who is where?"

Cedric asked.

Hoffa appeared at the end of the corridor, and he could see a girl's figure flashing past, disappearing into the painting on the wall. And outside the oil painting, there is a tall and handsome boy standing, wearing a black and yellow robe, with a prefect medal shining on his chest.

"Professor Moody?"

Cedric exclaimed.

"Women are good, Diggory," Hoffa said, limping towards him.

"You...what are you doing?" Cedric looked a little embarrassed. "It's curfew."

"The banquet came late, I didn't eat much tonight, I was a little hungry, and wanted to go to the kitchen to get some food." Hoffa said casually.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Cedric showed the original look, he patted his chest and said: "This little thing, wrap me around, I will help you go to the kitchen to get it."

"I'll go with you." Hoffa stood beside him.

"Eh, okay, let's go here." Cedric took the initiative to stretch out his hand, leading the way for Hoffa. The torches on the wall stretched the shadows of the two people long.

As they walked, Hoffa looked sideways at him, "Digory?"

"What's the matter, professor?"

"On the train, what are you looking for that young man for?"

"Who, what young man?" Cedric looked blank.

"Young man with gray hair."

Cedric Diggory thought for a long time, and said in wonder, "I haven't seen anyone with gray hair."

"What about golden eyes?"

"Then not even more, what are you talking about?"

"Well, it's nothing."

Hoffa thought to himself that he was under the Imperius Curse: "Then you were on the train, were you with friends?"

When Hoffa asked, Cedric's face was rarely red. He did not answer, but stood in front of a portrait of a fruit plate. Stretching out his index finger, he gently scratched the green pear in the painting. Lizi squirmed, grinning, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob. Cedric grabbed it and pulled the door open, bending slightly at the door, like the most competent waiter.

Hogwarts’ kitchen is a large room with a high ceiling, the same size as the auditorium above. There are many shiny copper pots and basins on the surrounding stone wall, and there is a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room. .

"Professor, this is the kitchen. There are house elves in it. Can you get used to it?"

"It's okay, I'll do it alone, thank you, Diggory." Hoffa said reservedly.

"It's my honor to help you," Cedric said, slowly backing away and disappearing in place.

Watching Diggory's back disappear into Hufflepuff's oil painting, Hoffa stood still and pondered for a while before leaning over into the kitchen.

The house elves in the kitchen all turned their heads and looked at the people who came in. The big eyes are full of curiosity. They are basically wearing the same old tea towels, with big ears and eyes, some holding plates, some holding teapots, and some holding rags.

"Do you have a house-elf named Shining here?" Hoffa asked, standing in front of a group of house-elves.

The house elves looked at each other, and just as the group of exactly the same house elves were about to answer him, a completely different house elves squeezed out their companions and got out.

It has a teapot warmer on its head, with a lot of colorful badges on it, a horseshoe-patterned tie hung on its bare chest, and a pair of children’s football shorts is worn underneath, with two feet on it. Only unmatched socks.

"Sir, what are you looking for?" the unique house elf asked him.

Seeing him coming, the other elves in the surrounding area evaded him like avoiding the plague.

Hoffa narrowed his eyes and recognized it. Dobby-the free man among the house elves, Harry Potter's loyal fan.

This caused him to fall into contemplation. If other elves lead the way, there will be no problem, only this one will not work.

Harry is a good thing, this guy is also a good thing, there is a deep connection between two good things, he can't reveal his identity and purpose in front of them.

"You, are you... the elf of the Malfoy?" Hoffa said slowly.

"Yes, I am...no!" Dobby was a Ji Ling, and quickly snapped his head.

"Dobby is a free house-elf, unlike all other house-elves!" It asked seriously, "What does Mr. Yun look for?"

Hoffa ignored Dobby's questioning. He said slowly, "But Lucius Malfoy didn't tell me that."

"What did he say? Lord...what did Lucius say?"

"He said that you are a betrayer, an unfaithful servant, and that although you don't want to be a servant, you are actually a servant of Harry Potter."

"How dare he say that." Dobby screamed, "Dobby and Harry Potter are friends! Lucius, Lucius is a vicious witch..."

As soon as he scolded, his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, making a sound that was almost choking.

Afterwards, he ran to the side uncontrollably, picked up a pan and smashed it on his head: "Dobby, Bad Dobby...how can you say bad things about the master... Bad Dobby!!" "

Seeing Dobby punishing himself cruelly, Hoffa shrugged apologetically, found a normal-looking elves among the group of peeking elves, and asked: "Have you ever seen a elven named Jingle? ?"

"You said that crying ghost?" the normal house elf asked.

"Uh... yes."

"Come with me, sir." The normal house elf did not ask him at all. "She just finished crying, sir, don't be scared."

The normal elf took Hoffa through the four long wooden tables, walked into the kitchen inside, and pointed at the fireplace in the corner: "Look, isn't it?"

I saw Shining sitting on a stool by the fire, her eyes blank. She is different from Dobby and wears differently from other elves. It seems that you don't just find clothes casually and wear them. She was wearing a neat little skirt and short top, and a matching blue hat on her head. Two holes were cut in it to reveal her two big ears. Hoffa estimated that the suit should have been rewarded by the old Barty Crouch when she fired her.

"Sparkling."

Hoffa squatted beside her.

Shining glanced at him, her lips trembled, and then burst into tears, tears rolling out of her big brown eyes and falling on her chest.

"Look, it's her." The normal elf who led Hoffa said, "Let me say that this kind of guy who is swept out by his master will definitely not be able to serve people. If you have anything to do, you can come to me. what."

"Thank you," Hoffa touched the elf's head. "But forget it."

"As you wish."

The normal house-elf bowed to Hoffa and backed away.

Hoffa focused his attention on the crying guy, who was crying sorrowful and heartbroken. He only heard her cry while crying: "I recognize you, I recognize you, and you are sending the little master in." The devil of the prison! You killed me and my master's family. What are you doing now?"

"Don't mind, I will take you to see your master."

Hoffa, who had become Moody, pressed her ear.

"Late, late, all late!"

Shining cry desperately, "Master, Master doesn't want me anymore!"

"It's the little master." Hoffa's voice pressed to the limit.

Flashing cried, while looking at Hoffa in bewilderment.

"Your little master is by my side. He needs you more than ever before."

The cry stopped abruptly.

......

......

ten minutes later.

Hoffa took Shining back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor, and took him into the box with him.

As soon as she entered, Xiaoying was still curious about the two Moodys who were exactly the same, but when she saw the poor worm who was lying on the ground, twitching and drooling, she instantly threw everything out of the sky.

"Little master, what's wrong with you, little master?" She rushed forward like flying thin legs, and pressed Batty's chest: "Little master, little master, you are talking, who is bullying you?"

"Sparkling...sparkling..."

The grim-faced little Batty grabbed the elf’s ears. In the confusion, he tore the elf’s ears frantically, but the elf did not struggle. Instead, he pressed his head to his chest and hugged him. Chin, said softly: "It's okay, Master, it's okay, Shining is here."

Little Batty, who had been chaotic, was surprisingly quiet.

He sniffed, his tight body softened.

"Little Master, Shining is here, it's okay, it's okay."

Hoffa looked at the small Batty and Shining who were snuggling together, and a strange sense of confusion appeared in his mind. If they took away their outer shell, it seemed that the inner things were not unbearable.

After Little Batty fell completely silent, she fell into a deep sleep and even began to snore.

Shining stood up at this moment, and came to Hoffa angrily and asked, "What did you do to him?"

It looks like an old mother who protects her calf.

"I?"

When the time for the compound decoction came, Hoffa turned his head, his body quickly raised, from the terrifying face of the hideous Auror to the heroic bald boy.

"I didn't do anything, your master was too unlucky."

"It's you! You are not the one... the one in the World Cup!?"

"It's me," Hoffa squinted. "What is the relationship between you and Barty Jr.?"

"It's an ordinary master and servant."

"Ordinary master and servant? Just ordinary master and servant." Hoffa suspiciously: "Your relationship is too close."

"Young Master was raised by me. It's normal to have a closer relationship than other people." Shining touched Barty's face, and said intoxicated, her expression seemed to be looking at some rare works of art.

"You raised it?" Hoffa immediately noticed something wrong. "Where are his parents, old Batty?"

She wiped her tears and said, "The old master... the old master is too busy at work, the hostess... the hostess is in poor health and is sick all the time... they, they have no way to take care of the young master!"

Hoffa's eyes widened: "Did you teach him something slanderous!?"

"I, I don't." Shining looked at him blankly.

Hoffa: "Then, did you talk to him about values?"

"Oh, you said that. When Xing was a child, she often reasoned with the master."

I saw Shining looking forward to and happily holding Barty’s head, her big eyes were shining brightly, “When I was a kid, I was behaved, but occasionally I was depressed, especially when the old master ignored him. , I said to the young master, if you are not happy, you can serve others, and you will be happy if you serve others~"

Hoffa looked at Shining's big innocent eyes, and felt infinitely horrified for a while.

"So, you are raising him... as a house elf?"

"What's the problem? That's how Shining's ancestor taught Shining, and the ancestors of Shining's ancestors also taught their ancestors, the ancestors of ancestors' ancestors..."

"Stop it!"

Hoffa brushed off in a cold sweat.

At this moment he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Even though he has a great transformation and night's supernatural power, he can't change a person's concept. Looking at the little Batty who was held by Shining in his arms again, this guy looks like a person. But I am afraid that in the bones, he has already regarded himself as a house elf.

He constantly serves others to obtain the value of his own existence. But at the same time, the dignity of being a human and a wizard does not allow him to really be like a house elf, no matter what the owner is.

So he refused to accept the frail and sickly Voldemort, and urged himself infinitely to do some "world-shattering" major things. But in his bones he was like a house elf, infinitely humble and at a loss.

Because that terrible childhood education has wiped out his ego.

"Sir, can you tell me what happened?"

Shining pleaded in a low voice. After discovering that Hoffa was not really Moody, her attitude towards Hoffa improved unexpectedly.

Hoffa sat down and talked a little bit about Barty's mental breakdown to Shining.

After listening, Shining sighed sadly, rubbing the top of her bald head, as if trying to think about ways.

"You guess how long it will take him to wake up." Hoffa asked.

"It will take at least a week." Shining said worriedly: "The little master also encountered this situation when he just returned from Azkaban. At that time, I took care of him for a whole week before he regained his sanity. "

With that, Shining clenched her fists: "I will stick to it every night, and I will never let anyone bully the little master."

"One week...finished."

Hoffa immediately threw out his sympathy for Barty Jr.

There were only three days left for himself. After three days, he was going to demonstrate three unforgivable curses that he completely didn't understand in front of Harry Potter.

What should I do?