Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The situation became extremely bad. Suddenly, Hoffa went from an ordinary student to an ordinary student who was warned by the school's top management.

You will be expelled next time you commit the crime again

Goshak's eyes were not joking with himself, he would really do it. At this point, Hoffa had no room for resistance. He got the phantom spell, and even got a high-level ghost walk, but his weak facts did not change.

At this moment Hoffa realized that he was not the savior, neither fame nor halo. He is only 11 years old, lacks accumulation, lacks strong capital, and lacks the power to truly break the rules.

Hoffa could figure out who reported him. But the strange thing is that he is not angry, some are just numb. He couldn't hate Aglaia any more. If she were a boy, I'm afraid Hoffa wouldn't even use magic, and went straight up to hit the opponent with his fist.

It is a pity that Hoffa suffered from the boring loss of sex.

He can only accept the school's arrangement and regard it as an indispensable lesson.

All day long, he sat in the class with no expression and did not communicate with anyone.

He was thinking about future arrangements. First of all, he must complete all the tasks arranged by the school, eliminate the adverse effects of the Hogsmeade incident on him, and become a low-key ordinary student again. Secondly, he can no longer let anyone find out that he has violated school rules. Suspend all gray plans, explore schools in violation of regulations, or learn knowledge from banned books, all of which will be temporarily put aside.

How to be cautious.

Expelled?

And Hoffa must not let this happen. He is only 11 years old now, unaccompanied on the European continent, and he must be attached to Hogwarts for the time being to survive.

During the evening meal, Hoffa returned to normal.

He started talking and laughing with the classmates around him, and there was no difference on weekdays.

Halfway through the dinner, a senior student came over. A letter was handed to Hoffa.

Take a look at it. There are two parchment papers inside, with the first one written on it.

[Every day at 5:30, the guards of the hunting grounds will wait for you at the entrance of the forbidden forest. I hope you can discover your own shortcomings while working-Adbe Gorshak]

It is a letter of labor punishment.

There is also a piece of parchment under this note.

When he took it out, Hoffa's heart was cold.

This is a scoring check sheet, which is used to sign and score the forbidden forest guards.

There are excellent, good, ordinary, bad. Four ratings.

After the general column, write (stay in school for observation)

And after the bad column, it says (expelled)

Extra goal, honestly for a month.

Hoffa sighed. This was his goal and also his obstacle. It must be overcome to talk about future development.

Looking at the time, it was five o'clock, and only half an hour from the time marked on the letter. He gave up his plan to eat dinner, took two chicken drumsticks from the table and put them in his pocket, and after saying goodbye to Miranda, he hurriedly left.

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Outside the castle, a fuzzy round of hairy moon has risen, the sky is very dim, and the breeze is blowing Hoffa's hair. The rain was still pattering, and the rain wetted his school robe.

The rain on the edge of the forbidden forest is much smaller. There are many tall trees growing here, and the air smells of rotting leaves.

When he had just walked to the edge of the forbidden forest, a large group of crows suddenly burst out of the dark forest. They croaked past the moon, as if they had seen something ominous.

The hunting ground was empty, and Hoffa stood at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest for a while, until the crows no longer chirped, and he saw a few nicks on the tree through the last daylight.

【Joy Dago's House-Nothing to Disturb】

Joey Dago?

It seems that this person is the current hunting ground guard.

The only known hunting guard in Hoffa was Rubeus Hagrid.

It will be two years before Hagrid comes to Hogwarts to go to school. Naturally, there is no Hagrid's cabin here.

He had also seen the current hunting field guard. He was a one-eyed old man riding a horse. He was in charge of the school's various notices on the boat he sent him on when school started, but Hoffa did not know him at all.

If you come, let it rest.

Hoffa comforted himself.

"Fluorescence flickers."

With soft singing, a burst of silver light illuminates the darkness.

Hoffa raised his wand high and pointed it at a path of sheep's intestines gradually concealing into the depths of the black dense forest. Looking into the forbidden forest, he couldn't see anything.

Hoffa tightened his robes and stepped into this familiar but unfamiliar wood.

He thought he was walking along the path, and he should be able to see the hunting ground guard named Joy Dago.

But as he walked, he felt something was wrong, because when he came to an oak tree along the path, the intestinal path under his feet was divided into three forks, leading to different directions.

"What the **** is going on..."

Hoffa muttered to himself, he took out the note that Gorshak gave him and looked around. There was no map of the Forbidden Forest on it.

No way, the task is the task. He had to rush to the hunting ground guard before half past five, otherwise he would be late. He put away the note and went to Sanchakou and shouted a few times.

"Mr. Dago?"

"Are you there?"

The voice echoed in the open forest, but no one answered.

Hoffa frowned, could he only choose one path? But these three roads seem to make no difference at all.

He walked to the oak tree in the middle of the three forks.

When Hoffa approached, he found some very crude but vivid patterns carved on the tree.

There are three pictures, corresponding to three entrances.

On the left is a tower under the flash of lightning.

In the middle is a woman in a robe holding a balance.

On the right is a weird man hanging upside down from a tree.

Hoffa thought for a moment. These patterns seemed to have been seen in the school's divination textbooks, but he was not a person who was good at divination. To be honest, he didn't believe in this stuff either.

The obscure and inexplicable sentence patterns of the divination teacher are more like madman's rants to him. He understands every word apart, and he doesn't understand the combination.

In the face of such a weird intersection, Hoffa had no good way.

He put away his wand, stood in front of the three forks, and touched the ground with his hands.

"You, me, fool, Snow White marry him."

left.

Hoffa walked in along the path patterned with the lightning tower.

As soon as he stepped into this woodland, his figure blurred a few times and disappeared into the forbidden forest.

The fog engulfed the road.

Perceiving the mist in the forest at night, Hoffa narrowed his eyes and raised his wand.

The silver light of the magic wand illuminates the surrounding roads, and Hoffa saw that the moist path around his feet was covered with moss and colorful tiny fungi. Some unknown fluorescent bugs were flying in the darkness, and they scattered after hearing Hoffa's voice.

After not walking far along the road, a large tree hugged by two persons appeared in the middle of the road again, firmly blocking the direction of Hoffa's advancement.

"by!"

Seeing that the road was blocked again, a trace of impatience surged into Hoffa's heart.

What's the situation? Didn't you let yourself come to the forbidden forest to look for guards at the hunting grounds? Why is the road either bifurcated or blocked? Is this hunting ground guards mentally ill?

In Hoffa's impression, the faculty of this generation of Hogwarts are quite normal, how could they do such nonsensical things.

Annoyed, he walked to the tree in the middle and tried to walk around from the side.

But after walking to the tree, he saw three identical engravings on the tree again.

A tower under the flash of lightning.

A woman in a robe with a balance.

A weird man hanging upside down on a tree.

Hoffa's impatient expression gradually cooled. Things have become a little abnormal.

A feeling of being spied loomed, and the flying fluorescent insects slowly floated towards Hoffa, and the number began to increase.

He drew out his wand and slowly began to back away, wanting to return to the exit to speak.

But just after taking a step back, I found that my feet couldn't move. Looking down, a black dry palm on the ground grabbed his ankle.

Hoffa's hair exploded.

He suddenly exerted force, kicked the palm that hooked him, turned his head and ran back.

This time.

The fog is thicker.

La~La~La~

Inexplicable soft laughter sounded around.

Hoffa turned his head and saw that the tiny mushrooms on the ground that grew in the dark and damp places suddenly swelled up, densely covering the trunk and the ground like parasites.

As the mushrooms got bigger and bigger, some of the patterns still cracked in the middle and continued to split. The patterns on the mushrooms looked like small faces, some were smiling, some were fierce, and some looked at themselves grievingly.. .....

They squeezed from all directions, and Hoffa was frightened. The unknown changes exceeded his expectations. The sudden crisis made him sweat, and he could only forcefully calm down.

He changed the direction and started running again.

Without running a few steps, all the swollen mushrooms on the ground exploded and the mucus shot in all directions, and countless black hands densely stretched out from the middle, firmly holding Hoffa. Those fireflies in the air stuck to Hoffa's face, trying to get in through his skin.

Hoffa entered into a ghostly wandering state without hesitation.

He broke away from the material world in an instant, and entered the shadow world with only two colors of gray and white.

But the surrounding black hands did not disappear, instead they grew vigorously from the ground. Moreover, from the perspective of the shadow world, the entire forest changed its appearance, as if it were a moving creature constantly wriggling.

The black hand caught Hoffa in the shadow, the mushroom still stared at him firmly, and countless insects penetrated into his cheek, making him look weird and hideous.

Damn it!

Hoffa's head turned quickly.

Leaving the material world and still not leaving this weird magic, it seems that this is not a spell directed at the flesh, but a magic directed at the spirit.

Thinking of this, Hoffa looked very solemn.

He didn't waste any more magic power, and immediately quit the ghost walk.

The black hands were almost submerging Hoffa, and they dragged Hoffa into the ground little by little, and there was an excited weird conversation between each other.

Hoffa closed his eyes, running the meditation with all his strength, purifying his spirit. While thinking about countermeasures quickly.

Magic involves hallucinations, and most of the spells that can affect the spirit are related to dark magic. This is what Professor Melos of Gryffindor College once said in class.

It may be a defensive technique, or it may be pure black magic, there is only a thin line between the two.

It’s only a few hundred meters away from Hogwarts Castle. Hoffa doesn’t believe that anyone can plant deep black magic here, so it must be some kind of weird defense technique...

Under the full operation of the meditation, Hoffa's spirit began to become sharp from innocence, the surrounding scenery and black hands began to blur, and some grabbed Hoffa's arm and even began to scream and emit white smoke.

It seems that what they caught was not a person at all, but a soldering iron.

The insects attached to Hoffa crackled open.

But Hoffa's resistance did not make them retreat. Countless black-handed tides gushed from the dark underground and flooded Hoffa.

Hoffa closed his eyes, his spirit radiated like a spider web, every touch of spirit turned into a steel needle, and each steel needle penetrated a black hand or a strange bug.

The entire spiritual world has become a battlefield.

The battlefield between him and unknown magic.

Just as the situation of the battle was rapidly changing anxiously, the outcome was irrelevant.

A strong force came from an unknown place, a man stretched out his hand, crossed the boundary between illusion and reality, held Hoffa's shoulder, and abruptly pulled Hoffa out of the control of the black hands.

hiss!

It was like falling off the bed after falling asleep.

Hoffa jerked, opened his eyes abruptly, and his whole body swayed twice.

He was completely awake. Mushrooms, black hands, creeping forests, and flying strange insects all disappeared.

The sky was still pattering and there was a cold light rain. He was now standing in front of an old oak tree at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, his face almost touching the trunk, and what was in front of him was the engraved picture of lightning hitting the tower.

Hoffa's face was pale, and his fingers were cold.

After walking so far in his consciousness, his body didn't move a step.

Hoffa didn't even know when he fell into the illusion.

"You came early."

There was a hoarse but steady voice around him.

"It's half past five, why are you coming here early?"

Hoffa turned his head and saw that he saw a weather-beaten face, a one-eyed old man about fifty years old, he was holding his arms and looking up and down.