Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After being discharged from the hospital, Hoffa experienced his most amazing period at Hogwarts School.

No one comes to trouble him anymore. It feels like the sudden disintegration of the Soviet Union, the sudden ceasefire in the Middle East, and the sudden disappearance of the keyboard man in the universe.

The world is finally quiet.

Aglaia stopped staring at him, but also stopped talking to him.

Instead, I walked around him every time I saw him, pretending not to see him. Sometimes she would chat and laugh with other girls at the corner of the stairs. She would shut up when Hoffa passed by, and would not continue until he was far away.

Of course, Hoffa would walk around her as politely as possible, as if there was an invisible 38th line between the two. He feels that as long as the other party can maintain this state, he doesn't mind satisfying the other party's desire to be the boss.

December came quietly, and the weather in Britain was getting colder and colder.

The sky always showed a dazzling egg white, and the muddy ground was covered with a layer of shiny frost one morning. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning, the scenery outside the Ravenclaw Tower is whiter.

The students next to him unknowingly put on thick scarves and gloves. After class, they rubbed their hands in the hallway, bursting out white mists.

There are also some senior students who bought a deformable blue flame from Diagon Alley Mail, which can be continuously rubbed in the palm of their hands and the temperature can be adjusted freely.

But Hoffa didn't have any of these. He had no flames, scarves and gloves, and no one took care of him when he came out of the orphanage. He thought that dragging his winter clothes was too heavy, so he only came over with a bag on his back.

But now it seems that he owes it. The latitude of Britain is much higher than that of China, because the map is convenient for the time, and it freezes when it is cold.

As December entered, the weather became increasingly cold. Thick, gray snowflakes fluttered in the sky, sealing every window, and the castle was much darker than usual during the day.

Fortunately, one morning, Miranda’s Owl brought him two sweaters and a scarf that Hoffa had bought in a London clothing store.

Sending this shipment made Miranda's chestnut owl half tired, and Hoffa felt a little guilty and distressed. He wanted to feed the owl and drink a little steaming pumpkin juice.

However, after throwing the clothes to Hoffa, the owl flew away on its own, and didn't mean to pay much attention to Hoffa.

"Your owl really has a personality."

Hoffa said to Miranda with emotion.

"It's just not used to eating food from strangers."

Miranda said.

While talking, Professor Gorak suddenly appeared at Ravenclaw's dining table. Miranda lowered her head immediately, she seemed very reluctant to confront her grandfather.

But Professor Gorschak only glanced at his granddaughter indifferently, then took out a list and asked the students to fill in one by one.

It turned out to be collecting a list of students who have stayed at school for Christmas, and Hoffa naturally signed it without hesitation. If he does not stay in school, he will return to the Wu's Orphanage in London.

He didn't want to go back. To his surprise, Miranda also signed on the list.

"Aren't you going home for the holidays? I mean, you must be a member of the wizard family."

"Yes." Miranda smiled. "But now I and Grandpa are the only ones left in the family."

"what?"

Hoffa opened his mouth in surprise. He had never asked Miranda about his family. "Then your parents..."

"They are all dead."

Miranda spoke calmly, and she smiled when she saw Hoffa's expression.

"It's normal, isn't it? I dare say that one-third of the students in this hall have their families who died in the world war. Besides, I was a child when they died, and I had no impression at all."

Although she said so, Hoffa was quite ashamed and said, "I'm sorry."

Miranda's words gave him a deeper insight into the world.

one third......

If he remembers correctly, the original father of this body, the Chinese American, also died in World War I.

The Muggle War ended in 1918, twenty years away from the present.

I am 11 years old now, so the father of this body did not die in the Muggle War.

Is he also a wizard, a Chinese wizard?

The conflict of wizards never ends.

Hoffa thought about the slogan posted by Hogsmeade.

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As time passed day by day, the wind and snow gradually increased. Most of the windows of the castle are closed tightly, because they are blocked by snow, the area available for viewing on the windows is getting smaller and smaller.

Even if I can see it, the outside is all white, so white that I can't distinguish the grass from the black lake.

The castle in the heavy snow made Hoffa feel insecure, and this scene always gave him a sense of being on the shining set.

Many students use magic wands to transform snowdrifts into all kinds of weird appearances, and they even have snowman competitions.

Among the first-year students, Aglaia used a magic wand to create a fat Welsh green dragon, which was more than ten meters high, lifelike and attracted everyone's applause.

But Hoffa was not involved, he just hurriedly walked through the corridor after class every day, holding the towel tightly. Because outside are all kinds of flying snowballs controlled by magic, it is like the snowy Iraq with flying gunfire. If you are not careful, you will be accidentally injured by the crazy playing classmates.

These days, except for classes, Hoffa rarely goes out again. Even if he bought a scarf and sweater, he still doesn't want to leave the crackling fire in the common room. Every day he calculates the formula of the restoration magic potion on paper.

Although he thought maybe he would ask Aglaia now, she would probably tell herself.

But Hoffa couldn't pull that face down.

On the second Sunday of December, Hoffa was studying potions in the common room, while Miranda sat cross-legged next to him, reading a book.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the door, and Aglaia, who was playing in the snow outside, appeared. She paused at the door for a second, and then sat on the opposite side of Hoffa and Miranda with a look of excitement.

She tossed her hair, and the snow on her silver hair splashed Hoffa's face, and Hoffa quickly protected her parchment.

"Something great happened, guess what?"

Aglaia said to Miranda excitedly that she deliberately amplified her voice.

"The Ministry of Magic made you a minister?"

Miranda turned a page and smiled without looking up.

Speaking of it, the relationship between the two of them is actually pretty good, you can joke casually.

In fact, Miranda has a good relationship with anyone.

"Of course not, let me tell you that Charles Crouch will go to the school for a mission and may not be back for a long time."

"Charles Crouch?"

Miranda turned another page: "What Charles Crouch, what are you talking about?"

"Seeker! Seeker!"

Aglaia threw herself up on the table with her elbow excitedly.

"Crouch is the seeker of our academy team. He left, isn't it my turn to play? And this game is very important. The captain told me that if we can win Slytherin, we can score. Quidditch finals this year."

Hoffa took out his magic wand, knocked the water accumulated in front of him due to the melting of snow, and muttered, "Waterproof and moisture-proof."

Suddenly, the snow melted water was sucked away by the magic wand.

Miranda is still turning pages calmly.

"and then."

Aglaia didn't look happy anymore: "Miranda, don't tell me, you don't go out to watch the Quidditch match."

Miranda murmured: "I didn't say I won't go."

"Ha. That's pretty much the same. I tell you, as long as I can help the Academy win the Academy Cup, the official spotter's position next year will definitely be mine." Aglea waved his fist, full of momentum.

Miranda asked curiously: "What about Charles Crouch? Why didn't he come to the game, or such an important game?

"Who knows, it is possible that the technology is out of date, or the school has other arrangements for him." Aglaia said indifferently.

Then, as if she had just seen Hoffa next to Miranda, she cleared her throat and asked casually with her head upright.

"How about you?"

Hoffa reacted for a moment before realizing that she was talking to herself. This was the only exchange they had had a month since they were discharged from the hospital.

"Uh, go."

Next second.

There was another group of bear children outside the common room, and Aglaia decisively ran out again and went crazy.

After she left, Miranda looked at him with a strange expression.

She touched her glasses.

"It's strange that she will ask you if you are going."

Hoffa shrugged and spread the parchment on the table.

"who knows."

Miranda looked out the window and asked worriedly, "Are you really going to see it? The snow is so big?"

Hoffa sighed: "Otherwise, didn't you persuade me to go to the arena to cheer?"

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The next day, it was completely dark. Hoffa felt someone pushing himself in the dark, and when he woke up, it was his roommate William. He changed his dressing gown on the four-poster bed next door.

"Hurry up, Hoffa, the game is very early!"

Hoffa leaned out his head and touched the alarm clock. It was only half past six. Getting up at half past six in winter is life-threatening.

He cursed Aglaia in his heart, regretting that he had eased the relationship with her, turned over and wanted to go to sleep.

But the roommates are all awake, and they talk about it together. Fancy the grand occasion that Ravenclaw might have in the first game.

It was difficult for Hoffa to ignore them, so he turned over and sat up. Yawned and changed his clothes.

grand occasion? nonexistent. When the time comes, under the cover of heavy snow, you may not even be able to see the figure.

In the auditorium, Hoffa sat on the table with a plate, yawning and filled pumpkin porridge.

At this time there were very few people in the auditorium.

After a while, a blue figure sat opposite him.

It was Aglaia. At this moment, she had put on her bright blue team robe, and stared at a bowl of cereal in a daze.

She estimated that it was the first time to participate in a formal competition, and she was still a little nervous.

"You have today too." Seeing that there was no one around, Hoffa muttered while drinking the porridge with a spoon. "I won't look at it for fear of embarrassment."

"Shut up," she glared at Hoffa. "It just depends on how I beat Slytherin."

After speaking, she began to drink porridge.

Simple radical method. Hoffa thought.

The other team members also took their seats one after another. The tables of the four major colleges were all talking, and there were many people wearing banners and painted college paintings sitting on the dining table. It can be seen how popular Quidditch is in this world.

After breakfast, a large number of students and teachers flocked out. The crowd gathered on the field side by side.

When Hoffa used to study Harry's perspective, he also fantasized about flying in the center of the Quidditch arena, becoming the focus of much attention.

It's a pity that the day failed, and reality made a joke with him. He has no Quidditch talent in this life. Can only experience the perspective of passersby.

With a sharp whistle from flight class teacher Pario.

Quidditch players squeaked their feet from the knee-deep snow. They stepped on their broomsticks and soared in the sky.

The crowd cheered, and the commentator fervently stated the strengths and weaknesses of each team.

Seekers are generally light and agile, and they are also the fastest flying in the team. As Hoffa had expected, due to the heavy snow drifting in the sky. The body shape of ordinary players can't be seen clearly, let alone the smallest seeker.

He had to distinguish carefully in order to see Aglaia's position clearly, many times when he saw it, the figure immediately disappeared.

Hoffa had the habit of watching football in his previous life, and he knew sports, but it was a hundred times more difficult to understand than football.

Taking the game as an example, football is a 2.5D game, coupled with professional broadcast and playback. Just like watching a LOL game, all kinds of information and wonderful shots are clear at a glance.

But Quidditch, this is 3D, watching this thing is like watching an Overwatch game, without commentary and replay, it shakes badly. Often when the audience cheered, Hoffa realized what was happening.

But when he pays more attention to observation, the wonderful scene is over.

Within a few minutes, Hoffa felt dizzy. There were too many **** on the spot, and all kinds of **** flew around. He didn't know that he should pay attention to that ball, and he couldn't get the cool points of this game.

What's even more unfortunate is that the golden lines on the arm are hungry again, and it starts to devour magic.

Hoffa was a little speechless, so he stood up in silence, walked out from the cheering group of students, and down the high stands.

The Quidditch game won't be over for a while, he wants to find a quiet place and meditate to recover.

Speaking of it, the number of times the golden tattoo absorbs magic power is gradually decreasing, and Hoffa doesn't know why.

After stepping out of the crowded arena, Hoffa felt relaxed. It's as easy as a fish returning to the ocean.

Standing in the white snow, he stretched his waist, thinking that as long as he didn't go far, he would meditate next to him. Wait until you hear the cheers and come back.

After half an hour of meditation, the devouring of magic power ended.

Hoffa shook the snow on his body, but when he was about to return to the game, he saw a familiar figure appear in the castle.

It was Joey, and he walked down the castle angrily. Behind him was Professor Gorshak.

Joey looked a little agitated, and he and Goshak said something loudly. After speaking, he kicked the thick snow off the ground and left the castle angrily.