Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

At this moment, the Christmas party downstairs has begun. On the snow outside the castle, many wizards light up their wands and sing in the snow.

Colorful fireworks bloom in the sky, forming various animal shapes.

Very gorgeous.

But in the dark corridor at the top of the castle, Hoffa walked slowly.

Moonlight sprinkled on the ground through the Gothic window lattice on the top of the castle tower, forming a uniform spot after another horizontally. And the fireworks that bloomed from time to time in the sky reflected Hoffa's face suddenly red and green.

He and the world under the castle were separated by an invisible breath. He remained vigilant, and his meditative thoughts were running all the time.

The spirit is extremely sharp.

The short sword slowly turned into a big sword as he walked, and the tip of the sword made a slight scratch on the ground.

Around the corner, Hoffa stood still suddenly, squinting his eyes and turning his head away, and a little talk came into his ears.

"...Who sent from the Ministry of Magic..."

The sound is somewhat familiar.

Someone came over, it was a school teacher.

Hoffa put away his thoughts, and the sword in his hand turned back to a magic wand. He stuck to the corner and hid behind a pair of armor.

The voice of the conversation gradually became louder.

Afterwards, two figures in long robes slowly emerged from the darkness.

One is tall and one is thin.

Both of them knew Hoffa, and it was Dumbledore and Dippet.

Dippet asked as he walked: "...Albert is here?"

Dumbledore: "Well, he's looking for Slughorn now, you know, they are classmates at school."

Dippet did not speak for a while.

Dumbledore pondered for a moment: "Should I go over."

"Go for a while, Albus. I don't think your worries are aimless. Protect him and don't let him have an accident at Hogwarts. The Ministry of Magic has been watching very closely recently."

As they spoke, the two got closer and closer.

Hoffa knew it, no wonder the masked man hid.

Facing the two principals of Hogwarts, Hoffa didn't dare to hesitate, and directly started the ghost walk and entered the shadow world with only two colors of gray and white.

The two passed by the armor.

Dumbledore asked with some worry, "Are you going out again in May?"

"There is no way, the situation this year is already very serious. The Austrian Ministry of Magic has collapsed. If you don't sign an agreement, I am afraid it will be too late.

Dumbledore: "Then I..."

Dippet: "I asked Adbe to follow me. If you don't go with me, we are understaffed. After I leave, you make arrangements for the school."

The two of them walked further and further, their voices getting smaller and smaller, and Hoffa slowly withdrew from the shadow state.

Dumbledore: "If the Violet people were still there, they wouldn't be..."

"It has nothing to do with you, Albus. Needless to say the past, you go to Slughorn first."

"Great."

After speaking, Dippet in the distance opened a stone gate shaped like a dripping monster and disappeared in it.

And Albus Dumbledore stood there, standing silently for a long time. He frowned and raised his head, as if feeling something.

Hoffa stepped back slowly. He did not expect that the place where the masked man came was the principal's office.

No matter why the two principals of Hogwarts are talking here, this is definitely not something that a first-year student can mix.

Get out of this place of right and wrong quickly.

Hoffa retreated to the side of the steel armor at the bottom of the corridor and heaved a sigh of relief.

Just leave here.

But at this moment, the weird breath suddenly became strong.

He looked up.

At the railing on the upper level of the tower.

The masked man was staring at himself coldly.

After a second of silence.

With a sneer from the corner of his mouth, he threw a stone casually and hit the head of the steel armor beside Hoffa.

clang.

This modest sound was crisp and loud in the corridor at night.

The other party actually wanted to frame himself at this time.

Hoffa was dumbfounded for a second, and then abruptly suppressed his desire to escape, stood motionless and stared at the figure upstairs. He did nothing wrong, why did he escape?

In the distance, Dumbledore suddenly turned his head.

He disappeared in the blink of an eye, then appeared beside Hoffa.

Two people, one tall and one short, stared at the figure on the second floor at the same time.

The strange figure was under Dumbledore's gaze, smiled calmly at Hoffa, and left Shishiran.

Dumbledore frowned, but he didn't stop him in the slightest.

Seeing the solemn expression of the tall man next to him, a hint of ominous premonition appeared in Hoffa's heart.

He finally knew what was wrong.

It seems that except for myself.

No one can see that figure.

For a long time, Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at Hoffa: "Why are you here?"

He has a calm tone, no waves.

"I'm lost, sir."

Hoffa lowered his head and said.

Dumbledore hummed, not very much, his eyes remained on the second floor.

"So that's the case, have you eaten dinner?"

"No."

"Well, come with me, I'll take you to eat something."

Dumbledore finally stopped paying attention to the upstairs. He patted Hoffa on the shoulder, naturally speaking incontrovertibly.

"where to?"

Hoffa asked.

"Go to your potions teacher and ask him for a glass of aged wine from house elves."

Dumbledore showed a look of nostalgia.

After speaking, he strode forward with Hoffa and left the area.

Hoffa followed Dumbledore one step at a time, and the masked man was nowhere to be seen.

The two walked silently.

Finally, when they left the tower where the principal's office was located.

Hoffa couldn't help but raised his head and asked, "Have you seen anything unusual?"

Dumbledore paused, and he was slightly surprised.

"Well, did you feel it too?"

"Ok."

Hoffa nodded.

But Dumbledore did not ask. He pinched his red beard and said with emotion: "A wizard with a higher spirit than ordinary people can always perceive things that ordinary people can't see when they are young, that kind of elusive magical substance, and move away. The ghost on the border between reality and illusion. This is a talent and a curse."

"Did you see it?" Hoffa asked. "That one......"

"I can't see, I can feel it doesn't mean I can see it, I'm old."

Dumbledore shook his head and said faintly: "Sometimes it is not a good thing to see abnormalities, Bach, you are still young now, so you should focus your energy on real friends."

Can't see?

Even though Hoffa was mentally prepared, when he heard the news, his heart was still cold.

He recalled the three meetings he had with the masked man.

It was the first time in the Violet Secret Chamber, it emerged directly from the painting, without much doubt.

But thinking about it now, it's not normal at all. Even a wizard can't come out of the portrait directly, and Dipet must open the portrait to get in.

Moreover, it has always been a person, even if standing in the crowd, others will turn a blind eye to it.

Ghosts are more ghosts than ghosts.

When he walked down the tower, he wanted to ask something more, but Dumbledore had already stepped forward and greeted the wizards enthusiastically.

They came to Slughorn's office.

Slughorn was the Dean of Slytherin, but he was different from the Dean of Slytherin in the past. His office was not in the basement, but on the third floor of the castle. Next to the office of Melath, the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It may be that Slughorn thinks it is more suitable for gatherings.

After the greeting, Hoffa saw Slughorn after two house elves who had received invitations.

He had a big belly, wearing a purple smoking shirt, and he was standing at the door beaming and chatting with people.

Seeing Dumbledore show up with Hoffa, his expression was a little startled. But he immediately put away his expression and hurried to Dumbledore's side.

Dumbledore pushed Hoffa.

Hoffa understood and entered the office alone. Leave them a private space to chat.

I don't know if it was the case, or because of magic, Slughorn's office was much larger than the average teacher's room.

The ceiling and walls were hung with emerald green, crimson, and gold curtains, which looked like they were in a large tent.

The room was crowded and sultry, glowing red by a golden lantern hung in the middle of the ceiling. There are real elves flickering in the lamp, and each elven is a bright spot of light.

The heads of a few chatty old wizards were covered with blue mist of pipes, and some house elves walked around holding heavy silver plates, they were preparing the dining table.

Many people have gathered here, men and women, old and young. They all wear ceremonial robes.

Hoffa soon saw Miranda and Aglaia in the crowd, they were surrounded by a group of senior students.

Wearing robes, they all look good, one is noble and beautiful, the other is small and cute.

This made Hoffa a little uncomfortable, because he had no robes, only school robes.

Hoffa also saw Tom Riddle next to a pine tree full of colored balls.

At this moment, his opponent in the orphanage has become a male sociable. Although he is dressed in ordinary clothes, his good temperament and handsome appearance have attracted many elders to stop.

Coupled with his polite conversation now, no one can associate him with the future Dark Lord.

Aglaia spotted Hoffa at a glance, her expression was a little startled. Then she consciously or unconsciously stuck to Miranda's ear and said a few words.

Miranda immediately turned her head and took a look.

But she didn't say anything special, just nodded to Hoffa.

Hoffa nodded at her awkwardly.

When they invited themselves to come, they didn't come.

As a result, Dumbledore was brought again halfway.

Thinking from Miranda's point of view.

Hoffa felt very mean.

Soon after, the table is ready.

Unlike the auditorium below, this is probably in a form similar to a family banquet. Although it is not as lively as the auditorium, it is exquisite.

A dozen house elves shuttled back and forth at Hoffa's feet, each with a silver dinner plate on his head.

Presumably, people like Slughorn don't like to snap one finger, food appears, and another snap finger and the food disappears. He likes pomp and tradition.

But this also gave Hoffa the opportunity to truly observe traditional Western festivals.

Turkey stuffed with truffles, grilled quail neatly stacked. Stacks of thick meat sauce, grilled buttery polenta, and minced meat pie cut into dozens of pieces are neatly placed on a plate, topped with strawberry jam. A dozen servings of almond pudding in small porcelain utensils, about one serving per person.

Hoffa also saw a roast suckling pig with a red apple in its mouth. I have to say that it sells like Qijia.

Looking at the various foods in front of him, Hoffa suddenly realized that he was really hungry. When he chased the Faceless Man, he ran for at least forty floors.

But embarrassingly, because he has no experience of attending such private banquets, he has no friends. No one talked to him about the precautions, so he didn't know where to sit.