Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The person who came was naturally Aglaia.

An arrogant girl who thinks she can know everything. Ravenclaw who opposed Galileo and Copernicus's high degree of autism, the most Ravenclaw.

"Your way of greeting is unique," Hoffa said cautiously.

"Humph."

She closed her fists and approached Hoffa with her arms in her arms, her blue eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement.

She walked up to Hoffa, almost sticking to him. The palm was on top of his head, and there was a tusk in his mouth.

Hoffa couldn't help taking a step back. He already knew what Aglaia was doing so close to himself.

Sure enough, she teased and said, "Yo~Bach, haven't you eaten all summer vacation? Why did you suddenly become shorter."

Yes, she was so close to Hoffa, she was taller than him.

Girls of the same age always develop earlier than boys, Miranda also grew a lot taller, but Aglaia grew more, she was even a little taller than Hoffa.

For the laws of nature, Hoffa has no good solutions.

He said lukewarmly: "You wait until I'm 20 years old."

"Cut, I'm taller than you when I'm 20." Aglaia shook his arm in disdain.

At this time, Hoffa noticed that there was a very ornate decorative ring on Aglaia's wrist.

It is about five centimeters wide and is covered with jewels and emeralds, and the edges are also outlined with intricate gold lines and patterns. Just like the accessories that a top Hollywood actress would wear when attending the Oscars.

"what is that?"

Hoffa pointed to her wrist and couldn't help asking.

"This one?"

Aglaia raised his hand, shook it, and flaunted: "Does it look good?"

"Good-looking is pretty good-looking."

Hoffa murmured, adding to his heart that it was not suitable for your age.

Aglaia: "This is a birthday gift from my mother, hehe, it's just an antique from my family."

Miranda looked into the distance and asked: "Did your parents send you here?"

Speaking of this, Aglaia immediately pouted her mouth high: "Hey! I don't need my parents to send it, they have to follow me."

Ha ha.....

Hoffa rolled his eyes and turned to look in the direction of Aglaia's parents. He wanted to see what kind of people could raise such freaks, but they had disappeared in the thick fog.

The three of them got on the school bus. Soon after they found an empty carriage and sat down, the train started chuckingly.

"I heard that Professor Gorshak has gone to the Far East. Will he invite a new spell teacher this year?" Aglaia asked Miranda curiously as soon as he sat down.

Miranda frowned: "No, I never heard Adebe say that the school will arrange a new spell teacher."

Aglaia: "It must be arranged, but he didn't tell you, otherwise, what are we in the spell class?"

Hoffa tilted his head: "Maybe you can teach us the spell."

Miranda laughed: "What a joke, no one is a 12-year-old teacher."

As a teacher at the age of 12. Hoffa thought, but 50 years later, Harry had been a teacher at the age of 15, when he was in the fifth grade.

After laughing, Miranda said anxiously:

"Although Adbe is a harsh person, he has been the dean and vice principal for more than 20 years. At this point, who is the school's dean?"

Hearing what she said, Aglaia and Hoffa looked at each other, and both of them were silent.

Teachers are actually very easy to find, and a large number of wizards who are proficient in magic spells can be found, but the dean of a college is not so easy to find. Later generations changed so many teachers of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and no one became the dean as soon as he came in.

Hoffa looked at the Ravenclaw students who were talking and laughing in the car next door, thinking that these Ravenclaws still didn't know that his dean had gone to the Soviet Union.

The two girls were chatting beside Hoffa, and Hoffa's attention had been kept outside the window.

The young wizards around were running around, playing with excitement.

From time to time, the door of the car where the three of people are located will be opened, and some boys with excited, obsessive, and shy looks appear at the door of the car and greet Aglea.

Hoffa's inability to be influenced by Veeva does not mean that others will not be affected by Veeva's pedigree.

Not only did the boys come, but they also brought gifts. Aglaia spoke skillfully and perfunctorily, but took off the precious bracelet from his wrist and stuffed it into his box.

Finally, the tireless Miranda pulled up the curtains and cast a Silent Locking Curse on the door.

The carriage was quiet, and Miranda was about to sit back when the train suddenly braked. With a screaming cry, Miranda was caught off guard and sat on Aglaia's lap.

The two girls looked at each other.

The car stopped?

what happened.

Hoffa pulled out his wand and got up and looked outside. There were also many curious heads poked out in other cars, whispering to each other.

Hoffa bent down and looked out the window. There was still strong wind and fog outside the window, and he couldn't see anything.

"It's almost school." Miranda asked.

The Aglea probe glanced at Hoffa's watch: "Well, if the distance is calculated correctly, it may be less than one kilometer."

Looking at the thick gray fog outside, Hoffa said solemnly.

"Is it a dementor?"

"Dementor? Those guards of Azkaban?"

Aglaia sneered, "Hoffa, why is your brain circuit so peculiar? Those guys won't leave Azkaban easily."

"Oh, I know that kind of thing." Miranda put a finger up and said, "Isn't that kind of thing afraid of the patron saint?"

"Do you have a patron saint?" Hoffa asked.

"I haven't learned, I've never seen a dementor." Miranda said lightly, "but this is definitely not a stop caused by the dementor. There is no temperature change at all. It is estimated that the train broke down halfway.

Sure enough, her voice did not fall.

There was a sharp whistle from ahead.

Hush! ! !

Hoffa saw a signal spell emerging from the thick fog outside the window, and it quickly disappeared in the thick fog.

At this moment, several train attendants appeared in the corridor and said loudly as they walked: "If you didn't change your clothes, change clothes quickly. There is a problem with the railroad track, and construction is underway. Those who have changed clothes quickly get off the train and follow Hogwar. Guard Ci, hurry to the castle."

During the road construction, Hoffa was relieved and laughed at himself for being too sensitive. Now Hogwarts has no fugitives.

The two girls looked at each other and went out. Hoffa quickly drew up the curtains and put on his old robes in the carriage. After the change, Hoffa went out, Miranda and Aglaia came in and changed their clothes.

In the corridor, many young wizards pushed and shoved, slowly stepping off the train from the opening of each carriage.

As soon as I got off the train, countless little wizards around covered their faces and mouth and nose with robes. Hoffa's hair was frantically blown by the high winds, and he felt that J's biggest haze was nothing more than that.

Aglaia complained angrily in the strong wind: "How can Scotland have such weather."

Miranda's left and right hands climbed on the shoulders of Hoffa and Aglaia respectively, and whispered: "Tarico-Schita."

Suddenly, all the gusts of wind were like blowing on an invisible cover, spreading to the two sides, and Hoffa's hair suddenly fell down.

Hoffa adjusted his hair: "Thank you."

Aglaia: "Shield Curse, I will too."

Hoffa: "Okay, if you don't compete for one minute, you will die."

Aglaia pursed her mouth and whispered, "I would have been..."

At this time, there was another sharp whistle.

Hush! !

Three figures in black robes rushed over quickly, their figures gradually becoming clear in the fog. It turned out to be a wizard dressed up by the Auror.

"First-year freshman, follow me!"

One of the Aurors shouted, and a group of first-year freshmen shoved and shoved from the crowd.

Another Auror shouted, "Other wizards, follow me."

As Miranda walked, she asked Hoffa in a low voice, "Is Joey gone?"

Hoffa nodded. "He took Maya back to the United States."

Aglaia muttered to herself: "It seems that this year's hunting ground is guarded by the Dark Arts Defense Department of the Ministry of Magic? It's really strict."

The group of three followed the group of troops slowly walking on the railroad tracks in thick fog and strong wind. Occasionally, a few clumsy young wizards stepped on a stone and fell to the ground, causing others to snicker.

Among them, Hoffa saw a boy with pale blond hair arrogantly pushing away the two Gryffindor students beside him, and mocking them loudly.

Before he went far, Hoffa saw the reason why the train broke down in the middle. A huge wooden fortress stretched from the direction of the Black Lake to an invisible distance. Three steps one post, five steps one post. It hasn't been repaired yet, and the rails are piled with thick logs and stones.

This fortress was undoubtedly built in response to the recent violent conflicts in the wizarding world of various countries, and upon entering, Hoffa saw many wizards waving their wands on the building.

Heading up through the fortress, Hoffa murmured.

"It's really heavily guarded."

No one answered, unknowingly, the voice around him gradually lowered.

Because of the fog, the fortress was invisible just after walking. Hoffa felt some moisture around him. The moisture came along with the breeze and wet his hair. Unknowingly, the shield curse that Miranda had placed on him disappeared.

"Huh? What's the matter." Hoffa asked.

No one answered.

The surroundings were a bit brighter than before, and Hoffa felt a little strange.

Looking up, there was a huge but fuzzy half-moon in the sky.

In the misty sky, the moon was a little too bright, and a little too blurry.

He turned his head abruptly to see, but the people around him suddenly disappeared.

"Miranda?"

Hoffa shouted.

No one answered.

"Aglaia?"

Still no one answered.

There was only water vapor that was so strong that it could not be removed. After a while, Hoffa's clothes and hair were wet.

Something is wrong.

He walked two steps a little bit, and he still couldn't see by himself, and the scenery didn't change in the slightest.

There was an inexplicable abnormality, Hoffa frowned and did not move, he tightened the backpack on his back. Quickly analyzing the possible causes of the problem, the first thing he thought of was that he had fallen into the illusion of horseman magic last year, but that time it was because he saw the carved picture on the oak tree.

But this time, he walked well with a few companions, and fell into an anomaly somehow. He tried to open up his mental force field, but his mental force field could not extend even a bit in the mist.

"Damn it." He couldn't help exclaiming.

However, at this moment, a rumbling voice came from a distance.

The sound of the rumbling orbit is mixed with the sound of mechanical transmission.

car?

train?

Didn’t the train stop?

Hoffa was surprised.

The feet began to vibrate.

Underfoot?

He bowed his head.

However, I did not know when, the pavement under my feet had already disappeared.

At this moment, he actually stood on a huge transparent mirror. The thick fog on the mirror slowly dissipated, and the surrounding wind changed from breeze to violent wind.

Boom boom!

The train is louder.

The mirror under the feet produced ripples like water.

Ooh! !

With a whistle.

The train hits.

The strong wind engulfed Hoffa's body with thick moisture.

Hoffa jumped aside.

Under the feet, several huge wheels flashed under Hoffa's feet under the rotation of mechanical bearings. He could see every detail on the train chassis, and even a thin rail under the ripples of his feet.

But he didn't wait for him to think about what was going on.

The water vapor rolled up by the extremely fast train completely blurred his vision. In a thick fog, his face was slapped fiercely.

"Hoffa..."

"Hoffa!!"

A cold slap slapped his face.

Hoffa opened his eyes suddenly and saw a pair of big ghostly blue eyes.

Aglaia stuck in front of her, and shouted anxiously and worriedly: "Hey, what's the matter with you! Why are you running around?"

"What am I running around?" Hoffa was startled.

"You haven't run around yet, where do you see you?"

Aglaia pointed anxiously at the ground.

Hoffa lowered his head and realized that he was standing on a pebble floodplain at the moment.

He actually unknowingly moved away from the rails and walked to the vicinity of the Black Lake.

On the lake, a group of first-year students are sitting on several small wooden boats, performing a traditional ritual of crossing the lake.

In the distance, the towering tower of Hogwarts Castle stands on the opposite bank, brightly lit.

"Did you see it?" Hoffa asked in shock.

"See what?"

"The train chassis."

"The train chassis? What are you talking about? Didn't the train stop!"

Aglaia touched his forehead in irritation, "Also, why are you so wet?"