Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"Damn! Damn!!"

Leaving the Ravenclaw common room, Hoffa clutched his right hand and ran all the way, "What spell did you cast on me? Bastard?"

"Puppet curse, from now on, you will be my puppet. I can do whatever I want with your body, unless your mental power is higher than mine." Miller laughed in his head: "But that is Impossible, I know you are very strong, but after all I live 50 years longer than you! Hahahaha!"

"You wait, when this matter is over, I will tell your sister everything you have done!!" Hoffa rebuked in a harsh parental tone.

"Tell her what? Tell her you touched..."

"No one will be dumb if you don't speak!!"

Hoffa fled in embarrassment from the Ravenclaw common room, cursing as he ran.

Running all the way back to his Office of Defense Against the Dark Arts, with a guilty conscience, he hurriedly got into the suitcase.

In the suitcase, Moody was still tied to a pillar, wrapped in countless shackles.

Shining was taking care of Barty in her box, bringing tea and pouring water. For two days, Barty Crouch, who was unconscious, showed no signs of awakening, lying on the bed like a piece of wood.

"Sir, are you back?"

Seeing him coming back, Xilin immediately greeted him. For the past two days, Hoffa was obsessed with searching for the Unforgivable Curse. Xilin helped him take care of many of the details of daily life.

"Sparkling...uh,"

Hoffa saw Shining before he could make any movements.

The control of the body was taken away by Miller again, and he rushed up like a stubborn bear boy seeing a toy.

"Ha, house elf, you actually have this stuff too!"

Shining watched the bald boy rushing forward staggeringly, and the expression on her face gradually changed from respectful to horrified.

I saw "Hoffa" lift Shining up from the ground, like a chick, "My sister has never let me play with Petty. If you want me to say, these little things are very diligent to be servants, but they are too long. Ugly-make a new look!"

Snapped.

After the spell, a burst of blue smoke passed.

Wearing a dirty blue coat, Shining with big nose and ears turned into a delicate-looking little girl, only one meter tall, with snow-white skin, a small nose and cherry lips, and she looked like Princess Thumb. In line with human aesthetics.

Miller nodded in satisfaction: "It's pretty much the same."

"Don't change its appearance!" Hoffa was very annoyed with a flashing finger with his left hand-"Spell stop!"

There was a burst of blue smoke flashing, and the little elf that had just become exquisite sparkled and turned into an ugly look with big nose and big eyes. She was already confused.

"Fools have to live with ugly monsters, and my sister also has the same virtue-make a change!" Miller controlled Hoffa and raised his right hand.

Snapped!

Shining became a charming little girl again.

"You turn her into this way others will find anomalies!"

Snapped!

Shining became an ugly elf again.

"Who cares about an elf in the kitchen?"

Snapped!

Shining became a charming little girl again.

"Why did Miranda let you come here? Didn't you come to block me?-Curse Listop!"

Hoffa looked at his completely uncontrollable right hand, very irritable. Miller said that he would live fifty years longer than himself, but he was actually worse than when he saw it at Miranda's house fifty years ago.

Snapped!

Shining became an ugly elf again.

"Out of that door, I can't help her to do what I want!-Make a change!"

Snapped!

Shining turned into a charming little girl.

The bald boy in the office danced around in circles, looking very excited. Shining, who was held in his hand, was so scared that she couldn't speak.

The eyes of old Moody, who was locked on a pillar in the distance, were shining with confusion and vigilance. The guy's expression was unpredictable, sometimes angry, sometimes perverse, and looked crazier than ever.

Hoffa was so annoyed that he gave up competing with Miller in the real world for Shining, and directly meditated into his own spiritual sea.

So the bald boy dancing forehand suddenly stopped, and he petrified in front of Old Moody, maintaining a single-legged posture, motionless.

After a few seconds of silence, she covered her face in horror: "It's crazy, Mr. Bach is crazy! Mr. Bach is crazy! What can I do!?

She fell to the ground with a plop, and crawled backwards, hiding under Batty's bed, shivering.

Old Moody looked at the bald boy with a weird dance pose and an excited smile in front of him, thinking that he had lived for decades and had never seen such a weird guy.

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Hoffa entered the sea of ​​spirit, and in a white light, he saw the carnival little boy dancing in the sea of ​​his own knowledge.

Speaking of it, this was the first time he saw Miller's true appearance.

This personality born in Miranda's spiritual world is eight or nine points similar to the first-year Miranda, almost exactly the same, but the stubbornness and perversion between the eyebrows can't be removed.

Unknowingly, Miller put one out. At this moment, Hoffa completely forgot the resurrection technique and the unforgivable curse. He just wanted to pull Miller out of his body and beat him up. .

It is a pity that he has no entity.

So Hoffa's spirit also transformed into a villain of his own. He stepped forward and slammed Miller's face with a heavy punch, but this punch seemed to hit a hard rock, and he was dizzy after the shock.

Miller was unmoved, laughed and hit Hoffa's face with a backhand punch, smashing him back three steps.

Hoffa discovered that Miller was far from the first-grade cub. Now his mental strength is now comparable to that of himself, or even higher. Just in the collision of the spiritual realm, he actually gave birth to a kind of The feeling of losing by breaking your wrists.

"Is it soft?"

Miller, who was punched, was not angry at all, but asked happily.

"What?"

Hoffa didn't react for a moment.

"School girl's beautiful body!"

Miller looked at him impatiently, as if he wanted to know the feeling more than he did.

"Fuck me!"

He cursed furiously, "Get out of my body!"

"Then I'm leaving, this is what you said."

The little boy turned around without reluctance and left.

Thinking of the reality outside the spiritual world, Hoffa gritted his teeth, rushed up and grabbed his shoulder, "Wait...wait a minute!"

Miller: "?"

Hoffa: "What does Miranda want you to give me?"

Miller: "Oh, what is your attitude?"

"Okay, I'm impulsive."

He said bitterly, thinking that when this matter was over, he would squeeze a body for this guy, and then hang him up and beat him.

"Is it soft?"

Miller asked nonchalantly.

"soft......"

Hoffa resisted the disgust, he didn't know what this guy was like when he was in Miranda, but if she was like this every day, it would be difficult for her to keep that kind of indifferent temperament.

Miller: "Uncomfortable?"

Hoffa lowered his head and said nothing.

"Soft or not? Comfortable or not?"

Miller circled Hoffa like a fly, with a smirk on his face.

"Comfort..."

In the spiritual world, Hoffa gritted his teeth and squeezed a word from his teeth.

"Then do you still want it, how about we change a school girl a day?" The little boy Miller hooked his shoulders and smiled in his ear, "I am responsible for touching, you are responsible for running."

"go to hell!!"

Hoffa couldn't stand it anymore, and the whole person turned into a giant mace with a diameter of fifty meters, which smashed Miller out.

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In the real world, time is still passing, and the dust in the room is floating in the air for a long time. Old Moody looked at the motionless guy, a drop of cold sweat slowly shed on his forehead, and years of Auror experience made him feel that two huge mental fields in this room were entangled with each other.

This guy...what the **** is going on?

At this moment, the chain on his mouth suddenly loosened. It seemed that the Transfiguration Curse suddenly lost its effect. He was taken aback, then moved his arm, and found that the chain that bound him on his arm had also loosened.

Could it be...?

Moody was overjoyed. The boy in front of him seemed to be in a certain predicament and could no longer maintain the stability of the Transformation Curse.

The enemy’s predicament is the opportunity for him to escape. At the moment, he struggled without hesitation. The chain on his arm became looser and looser. Finally, he freed up a hand and tore the chain on his mouth with a cry. Throw it on the ground.

Shining, who was hiding under the bed, saw the one-eyed old man in the distance withdraw a hand from the chain, and his face turned pale. Then she looked at the sluggish little Barty on the bed. She gritted her teeth and drilled under the bed. He came out, stretched out his slender fingers, and pointed at Moody.

"You...you can't go!"

The chains thrown down by Moody flew again and wrapped around Moody's body, but he smiled coldly, raised his hand and opened the chains controlled by Shining, "It's up to you?"

Both his hands broke free from the chains, and he shook his hands imaginarily. A black magic wand flew out of the darkness of the room at a swift speed, and got into Moody's palm.

"Mr. Bach, Mr. Bach, you wake up soon, that Auror, that Auror is out of trouble!"

Shining stepped forward quickly, hugged Hoffa's thigh, and shook his motionless body with bitterness.

Shaking it, its whole body suddenly floated.

Moody, who was completely out of trouble, grabbed the house elf and habituated her to the ground heavily.

Moody then grabbed Hoffa, who was motionless. He pressed him on the iron pillar with his backhand and entangled him tightly with the iron chain that once bound him. After all this, he found his artificial leg and magic eye from the house, set it on himself, and limped. Ran out with a turn.

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The white light of the mental space was full of smoke at the moment, the mace turned back into a human form, and Hoffa's entire attention was focused on Miller, and he had no time for him.

In a short moment, Miller's consciousness and Hoffa fought hundreds of times. This is a mental confrontation. A little carelessness will end up as mentally damaged and crazy as Barty.

After a while, Miller walked back slowly from a distance with his hands behind his back, looking unscathed.

Miller: "Actually, I have seriously considered your proposal. Find a male creature to possess, but the men I met are too weak, they can't meet my needs at all."

There was a deep desire on Miller’s young face: "But you are different. You can barely meet my standards. Hoffa."

"what are you saying?"

"Guess, if I destroy your soul, take possession of your body, and then go back to find my sister, will my sister be very happy?"

"She won't be happy if you think about it with your thigh!"

The perversion on Miller's face turned into a certain sorrow: "It's been two years since I'm alive, how can I know if I don't try?"

"No good living in two years? What do you mean?" Hoffa asked.

Miller walked forward and said lightly: "Destiny is a ouroboros. I have seen your tail and naturally know what your head looks like. Hoffa, nothing matters anymore. Enjoy now, Hogwar. There are slices of beautiful women, if you want, we can cut them like leeks."

"You and I have known each other for so many years, do you think I am the kind of lustful person?"

"You're a fake and serious, who knows what the real you look like."

"To tell you the truth, physical contact without love only makes me sick and empty." Hoffa: "Now I have said and said, and I have beaten, do you want to teach me the three unforgivable curses?"

"Humph."

Miller rolled his eyes, sighed secretly and sneered: "If you want to learn the Three Unforgivable Curses in one night, it is impossible for the gods to do it."

"You!?" Hoffa said with a sullen face: "Are you kidding me after working together for so long?"

"That's not enough. Isn't there another person next to you?" Miller shrugged and smirked: "If he is still there!"

"One more person...?"

Hoffa's expression changed immediately when he thought of Moody.

He no longer cared about Miller, his spirit returned to reality.

The moment he returned to reality, the pain immediately surged into his body. He looked down. Good guy, I was like being nailed to the cross by Jesus, his whole body was densely entangled with chains, and the palms and feet were nailed firmly to the pillars, unable to move. And Shining was paralyzed on the ground unconscious, her forehead bruised, and Alastomoudi had long since run away.

Snapped!

With a shed of blood, he forcibly pulled out the iron nail and broke free from the pillar.

Just in order to fix Miller, he inadvertently slackened his transfiguration for a moment. The Moody guy got out of trouble and ran away.

At this time, Hoffa's right hand was raised uncontrollably, and he opened his mouth with a loud bang, and made an indifferent utter.

"If I were you, I would break his leg, you would be too kind."

"shut up!"

Hoffa grabbed his right hand and said angrily: "Put me up again, don't blame me for turning my face and denying people!"

"The threat of weakness."

Lifting his right hand, he stuck his tongue out, like a child's grimace.

Oh shit!

Hoffa cursed secretly, and before his feet healed, he let go of his right hand and grabbed the door.

The night was still outside the office, he closed his eyes and thought for a second, and immediately knew where Moody was going.

His recent disguise has not revealed any flaws. If Moody's wants to expose himself, the quickest way is to find Dumbledore. Only Dumbledore will pose the greatest threat to him. Thinking of this, he will move towards Dumbledore. Rushed to the principal's office.