Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Professor Gorschak stood there for a while, and after coughing twice, he slowly turned and entered the castle.

Hoffa didn't know what was going on. When he saw Gorshak leave, he got out from behind the hiding wall and stomped deep on the snow and chased Joey.

"Hey, Joey!"

"Hey, wait for me."

After calling several times, Joey turned his head.

He saw that it was Hoffa, and showed a surprised expression.

"What are you doing, why don't you go to the Quidditch match?"

Hoffa stepped on the snow at the base of his legs and caught up with Joey panting.

"I haven't seen you for many days, how are you feeling?"

When talking about this, Joey waved his hand irritably.

"Don't mention it, I would rather just die that day."

"what's happenin?"

"What? Those **** guys actually said that I violated the faculty rules and brought students into the forbidden forest without permission. They need to be suspended for observation. There is no salary during the observation period. Without a salary, what about my Maya?"

The more Joey talked, the more excited he got.

"I've been hospitalized these days, it's very weak...These **** Europeans, will they die if they live well? I have to fight, I'm fed up!"

Maya is an egg laid by Joey's previous generation of Thunderbird Taras.

Hoffa wanted to comfort Joey, but Joey said that Hoffa couldn't answer the phone at all, because he himself was now half European.

After a few seconds, Joey also noticed his gaffe. He sighed and muttered: "Forget it, why should I tell you."

Hoffa didn't mind, he ran after him and asked, "Maya is in bad shape?"

"It's terrible. Come and take a look at it. Maybe I will bring him back to America after Christmas."

Speaking gloomily, old Joey took Hoffa back to his tree house.

Now every tree in the Forbidden Forest is engraved with mysterious runes.

As soon as he entered the Forbidden Forest, Hoffa felt eyes everywhere, invisible eyes.

Joey said glumly:

"Damn the dark wizard, Dumbledore and the principal have put defensive marks on every nearby tree. Now even if there is a rat near the school, they will know. Many magical creatures feel surveillance. They are far away from this area."

The two climbed up to the tree house, and Joey helped Hoffa make a pot of tea in the living room and slumped weakly on the chair.

In the rattan basket of the coffee table in front of the two of them, there was a big gray-white bird's egg, which was dimmer than the last time Hoffa saw it, and the blue lines on it were almost insignificant.

Joey took out his red-brown spectacles, looked at the bird's egg carefully, and rubbed his hair worriedly.

"If this continues, maybe I really have to quit my job and go home. The environment here is too unfriendly to it, whether the weather is good, or the wizard."

Hoffa quickly took Joey's glasses and put them on his eyes.

Under the fluoroscopy of the glasses, Hoffa saw that the embryo was visibly thin in the eggshell. "

Hoffa frowned as if the state was indeed not good. What can you do?

"Of course there is a way, but unfortunately it can't be achieved in the UK."

Joey said worriedly:

"I have lived with Thunderbird for 30 years and know it well. It needs a dry and hot environment when it hatches. The drier and hotter the better. But the current environment is too unsuitable for its growth."

"Can't you simulate an environment?" It was like... Hoffa gestured with his hands. "Like the birds in the breeding base, there is magic in the fire."

"This is a magical creature, not a turkey."

Joey annoyed:

"Even if it can simulate a dry and hot environment, there is no way to simulate the climate it likes. Do you know the climate? That stuffy, oppressive, stormy, and thunderous atmosphere."

"What kind of climate in Arizona, USA?"

Hoffa asked.

"Yes, Thunderbird likes to be born in that environment best."

Hoffa looked at the bird's egg, then at Joey's slumped old face. Suddenly a strange idea came to mind.

"I seem to have a way."

Hoffa said slowly.

"What's the idea?"

"When I was in Diagon Alley before school started, I once saw a store that specializes in weather. They sell them in all kinds of weather. Thunder, rain, desert, and rainforest are all sold. They are exactly the same." (Notes : See Chapter 4)

"There are other stores like this?"

Joey was stunned.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, isn't there in the American wizarding world?"

Joey shook his head like a rattle.

Hoffa: "We can buy one if..."

"How much?" Joey asked directly.

Hoffa thought for a while.

"If I remember correctly, it should be fifty Jin Jialong."

"Fifty Jin Jialong?" Joey took a breath.

"My monthly salary at Hogwarts is only 15 gold gallons, and I have to send ten to the United States every month. How can there be so much money. Moreover, these nasty school leaders stopped because of the forest ban. My salary."

Hoffa laughed bitterly.

Speaking of which, these wizards are really grounded, and knowing magic will not change the fact that they are poor. In previous lives, the Weasley family was very poor because they had many children. It seems that Harry Potter is not rich after graduation, because there is not much oil and water working in the Ministry of Magic.

Hoffa took a sip of tea in his teacup, and asked, "Why do you come to work in the UK? Why don't you find something more expensive?"

"I have too many family members in the United States, and it upsets me every day. Taras didn't like my family back then. It liked quietness. So I brought it to Hogwarts."

"How many are your children?" Hoffa asked casually after taking another sip of tea.

"17."

Old Joey straightened his legs and sighed.

Hoffa almost didn't choke with a sip of tea.

"More...how much?"

"Seventeen, seventeen. I'm a Mormon, don't you think so much?"

"I care about your followers!" Hoffa exclaimed, "17, how did you do it, your wife..."

"I have 9 wives."

Old Joey said quietly, "On the American side."

puff! !

A spit of hot tea came out of Hoffa's mouth, spitting out Joey's face.

The sympathy caused by the other party's difficult situation suddenly disappeared, and Hoffa coughed and looked at the familiar but unfamiliar old man in shock.

He feels that his worldview is rapidly collapsing, nine wives, 17 children, what is that concept? Feudal society or slave society?

Why can you marry 9 wives and have 17 children in 1938?

"real or fake......?"

Hoffa asked hoarsely.

"Why do you look like a ghost?" Joey wiped the tea juice on his face with a towel angrily, said.

"It is said that I am a Mormon, a Mormon. We teach that polygamy is allowed."

Hoffa suddenly realized.

Then he asked without hesitation: "What are the conditions for entering a teacher?"

Old Joey was amused by Hoffa’s expression. He shook his head and sighed: "How old you are, you are thinking about these things. But I remind you that some things are not as beautiful as they seem. If I really I really enjoy my life in the United States. I will not come to Hogwarts to do this kind of hard work."

"Nonsense, you can sigh in front of me only after you have experienced it!"

Hoffa scolded. "You deserve to be short of money. If you want me to say you are too poor, God has opened nine windows for you. It's time to deprive you of something."

"People are big and small."

Old Joey fought helplessly.

The conversation in the tree house went completely off course somehow.

Hoffa completely forgot about the Thunderbirds, and forgot about Quidditch.

He kept asking old Joey about the details of Mormonism, specifically the details of polygamy, such as what to do when his wife is jealous, how to sleep every night, such as how often he changes to a new wife, and whether his spoiled wife is particular about it. .

At the end, Joey couldn't stand it anymore.

He got up angrily and hurriedly pushed Hoffa out the door.

"Boy, when you grow up, it's not too late to ask me these questions!"

boom!

As soon as the door closed, Hoffa was knocked down outside the tree house.

When the cold European winter wind blew, he became a little sober.

Then I remembered that I didn't agree to Aglaia to watch her Quidditch game? Why suddenly came to discuss polygamy with Old Joe.

He climbed down the tree trunk sullenly and fell into the knee-deep snow. He suddenly felt that life seemed to have an extra goal out of thin air.

After graduating from Hogwarts, he went to the United States to become a modern Wei Xiaobao.

As he walked, he seriously pondered the feasibility of this issue.

When he reached the exit of the Forbidden Forest, Hoffa turned to look at the woods. He felt that he couldn't let this old guy just give up his job at Hogwarts Hunting Ground.

I have to keep him.

Indor gave him 60 jinjarons last time, and he should be able to go to Diagon Alley to customize an Arizona climate blanket.

But before that, I should go back to the Quidditch Stadium first, and I don't know if that boring game is over.

...

...

The snow is heavy and the snow is deep.

In the distance, the audience stand of the Quebec Stadium stands tall, four huge college banners are flying in the sky, and the pillars of the stadium are faintly visible in the heavy snow.

The game should not be over yet.

Hoffa covered his eyes, one foot deep and the other shallow, hurried to the Quidditch pitch.

But just in the middle of the journey, he saw a vague figure standing alone on the snowy ground in the distance. It is a bit abrupt on the white snow all over this time.

Someone is standing on the snow.

Hoffa thought for a while, and walked towards that person with some curiosity. Why would anyone stand alone on the snow when someone else was playing? Is the opponent just like him and not interested in Quidditch?

Without taking a few steps, the figure in the distance suddenly raised his head.

It saw Hoffa.

The two looked at each other from a distance through Fengxue.

Then it turned around and ran, fast.

Hoffa was puzzled for a second, then was greatly horrified, and suddenly realized something.

The place where that guy just stood is the location of the teleportation array!

This person has a problem!

He squeezed his legs out, and Hoffa ran on the snow with hands and feet.

"stop!"

Hoffa shouted.

But the other party didn't stop at all, instead, the speed got faster and faster, and his figure became more and more blurred in the snow as his robes flew.

Hoffa drew out his wand and stumbled to where the figure stood.

Sure enough, the snow was almost completely lifted over, revealing the dark brown turf below.

There were pits and pits on the turf, and the huge abandoned teleportation array buried under the grass was turned over again and suffered unprecedented destruction.

Every rune was blown to shreds, and the air was full of violent magical elements. Just now, this land has suffered at least ten violent curses.

I caught you!

Hoffa glanced at the blurry back, he had completely turned into a gray spot at this moment, after flashing a few times in the heavy snow of goose feathers. Disappeared.

The direction of disappearance is the Quidditch Stadium.

Hoffa didn't want to catch up.

This guy is the culprit that caused him to be chased by Schmidt.

If it were not for the destruction of the teleportation array, Yindor would not come to Hogsmeade to find himself. If Yindor did not come to find himself, he would not provoke three German black wizards for no reason, let alone encounter a black wizard in the Forbidden Forest. , Escaped twice in a row.

This guy is the root of everything.

Who is it! ?

Is it Schmidt himself?

Hoffa ran hard while thinking about the identity of the other party.

Seeing the figure ahead is no longer visible.

Ghost walk!

Hoffa directly opened up the ability.

As the world changed color, he disappeared into the wind and snow.

In the shadow state, his speed increased extremely quickly, and he left a series of shallow footprints on the snow after a step of more than three meters.

When he jumped out of stealth state ten seconds later, he did not hesitate to turn on his ability again.

Running at a high speed for 20 seconds continuously brought him close to the gray figure flashing in front of him.

Right at the entrance of the Quidditch Stadium.

Hoffa followed his footsteps and rushed all the way into the Quidditch pitch. The moment he jumped out of stealth, Hoffa pressed his hand on the opponent's shoulder.

"Hey!"

The man turned his head abruptly, and pushed Hoffa away.

At that moment, Hoffa saw a mask, a paradoxical pale mask.

He stood there for a moment, and with a dazed effort, the masked man rushed out again in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa was so excited that he wanted to chase him again.

However, at this moment, there was a burst of cheers in the stadium.

Everyone stood up, and some even jumped off the tower, trying to hug their team members.

Bright blue ribbons are flying in the sky, and the eagle's logo shines in the wind and snow.

The narrator shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Agleia, the young Ravenclaw's backup seeker, stepped forward to catch the Golden Snitch when the team was 100 points behind, and saved the team from the crisis. We dream of everything. Unimaginable superb technique. It is unbelievable. It is foreseeable that for a long time in the future, the Ravenclaw team will have another trump card of their own. Of course, the Slytherin team performed..."

The narrator talked endlessly on the stage.

The people at Ravenclaw ran and cheered with excitement.

The people in Slytherin were downcast and annoyed.

While Hoffa stood pale at the entrance of the stadium, the footprints on the snow were rushed by these enthusiastic fans, completely without a trace. The vague figure completely disappeared from the crowd.

In the air, some ribbons and colored paper fell and hung on Hoffa's face.

Aglaia held the Golden Snitch and his teammates flying around in the sky, slowly landing on the ground, and the crowd cheered even more.

But their cheers did not affect Hoffa in the slightest.

He has seen that person.

Have seen it!

A few months ago, in the Violet Society Secret Chamber, the man who taught himself the Magic Curse!

Aglaia raised the Golden Snitch in the compliments of the people, her face flushed red with triumph.

Hoffa stood stunned in the crowd.

Suddenly a hand pulled Hoffa out of the crowd, and drew it to the front of the crowd.

Miranda reproached: "Where have you been? Looking for you for a long time!"

Hoffa recovered, but didn't know how to answer.

At this time, Aglaia excitedly brought the flashing golden snitch to Hoffa.

"Did you see it? Did you see it? The last move I made to ride the broomstick backwards?"

Hoffa nodded slowly: "You are the best seeker I have ever seen."

"Hahahaha!"

Aglaia smiled triumphantly.