Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In the billowing smoke, Hoffa had no idea what to say.

The blood on the back was smeared on the wall, pulling out an exaggerated pattern. Tom Riddle clutched his left rib and fell on the wall, breathing hard, without a trace of blood on his lips.

Beside him, there was a huge hole. The entire wall of the female dormitory's stairwell was blown up and the gray bricks fell straight down.

When the cold wind of the Ravenclaw tower rolled, Hoffa reacted in a violent spirit. He strode to the gap and stood on the nearly three-hundred-meter tower and looked out, but only a red dot was visible. The ground flickered, then disappeared into the darkness.

Hoffa's hands and feet were cold.

Afterwards, large crowds broke in from outside the Ravenclaw common room.

Seeing Tom Riddle lying on the ground covered in blood, and the huge gap in the wall, the crowd screamed frantically.

Aglaia and Miranda quickly passed through the smoke and came to Hoffa's side, their faces changed drastically.

Miranda: "What's the matter?"

Hoffa said nothing, he walked over to Tom Riddle. He pressed his heart with one hand to achieve the purpose of hemostasis. Then, he pulled Riddle up with his other hand and walked out quickly.

The crowd still screamed.

Then, a loud shout came from outside the crowd.

"be quiet."

The huge mental force field suppressed everyone's voices, and Dumbledore, in a blue robe, appeared outside the crowd, his expression sullen, and he quickly separated the crowd.

Seeing Tom Riddle holding his chest and leaning against Hoffa's shoulder covered in blood, his face immediately changed.

He walked over quickly, bent down, held the twitching Riddle's shoulder, and looked at Hoffa solemnly.

"Quickly stop the flow."

"Healing as ever."

He was holding his wand and chanting various healing spells in his mouth.

He looked up at the gap in the wall and asked Hoffa, "What's the matter?"

Hoffa: "Shoot, sir."

Dumbledore's eyes widened, and he stooped to look, his face paled for a rare moment. He hugged Tom Riddle and said loudly.

"All students, follow behind the prefect. Go to the auditorium hall to gather."

After speaking, he held Tom Riddle who had been shot and walked out of the common room in a stride.

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The shooting incident of Tom Riddle at the Ravenclaw Tower spread throughout the school like a whirlwind, as if someone threw a thunder in a pool of calm stagnant water and stunned the stormy sea.

In less than an hour, all the students gathered in the auditorium and talked in horror about the horror incident in the Ravenclaw Tower.

The common room, the holy place in the minds of every Hogwarts student, the safest harbor. Now he was violently broken in. Not only did he break in, but he also blasted the wall. Not only did he blast the wall, he almost killed a student.

It was almost a heavy slap on the face of Hogwarts, and even more on the faces of all Ravenclaw.

And Hoffa, who first witnessed the shooting, became the subject of interrogation by the crowd, but no matter how crowded and noisy the crowd around him was, he always sat on the table and said nothing.

Finally, when Aglaia passed through the crowd in horror and spoke in his ear, he slowly raised his head.

Aglaia: "Hoffa, I want to tell you one thing."

"what is the matter?"

"My bracelet, I lost it."

"What bracelet."

"It's the bracelet I wore when school started. My mother gave me a gift for my 12th birthday."

The bracelet, Hoffa’s memory immediately returned to King’s Cross Station two months ago.

That old but gorgeous bracelet, yes, it's hard to forget it once you have seen it.

Miranda next to him directly took Hoffa's palm and drew him to the corner of the auditorium. Aglea irritably drove away all those who wanted to come up for questioning.

"Hoffa, we have to talk."

In the corner, Miranda said anxiously, "Do you know something?"

Hoffa was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Yes."

"Does it have something to do with the new transformation class teacher looking for you?"

The corners of Hoffa's mouth twitched, and his fists clenched.

"Wait a minute, Miranda, you take Aglaia back to the hall first. I'll come to you later."

"Where are you going?"

"Find our dean."

After speaking, Hoffa pushed away the two friends and disappeared in place.

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Inside the empty school, Hoffa walked quickly.

The scene of Barcelona during the summer vacation once again flooded his brain, forcing him to move faster and faster, and he gritted his teeth.

library.

Three keys.

Half-man king.

Damn it.

Damn it!

The lingering spirits! !

He finally stopped abruptly and stood at the entrance of the school hospital hall.

Here, several nurses shuttled back and forth, and the deans of the four major hospitals all stood at the entrance of the hall.

Slytherin Dean Horace Slughorn angrily shouted at the deans of the other three houses at the entrance of the hall: "I was beaten through my right lung! At Hogwarts, this is slander and humiliation! Black! Are the people in the Magic Defense Department all trash?"

The other Gryffindor Melos and Dumbledore said nothing, while Hufflepuff's Dean, Hebero Riley, whispered comfort.

Slughorn continued to growl like a furious walrus: "Where's Principal Dippet, doesn't he even take a look at such a big event?"

Dumbledore calmly stopped him: "Calm down, Horace, the current situation of Principal Dippet, I think you know too."

Slughorn gritted his teeth and shut his mouth, his huge belly trembling constantly.

Hoffa stood in the shadow of the wall, waiting silently without expression.

About half an hour later, the door of the school hospital hall was opened, and Tom Riddle, who was lying on the hospital bed, was pushed into the nursing room by the nurse.

The school doctor Reiner stopped Slughorn. He took off his mask and said tiredly:

"It's out of danger, with tearing injuries, plus blood regurgitation, complete Muggle skills. But it's terrible. Fortunately, it was in school. Two minutes late, the child was gone.

Slughorn groaned, almost dizzy: "Merlin's beard..."

Rainer: "You go back first, we won't accept visits today."

The footsteps of several deans scattered one after another and went in different directions.

Dumbledore's figure had just appeared on the corner, and Hoffa immediately greeted him.

"professor."

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment and stopped, but he was not too surprised, he just rubbed his forehead wearily:

"It's you, Bach. Why not stay with friends?"

"We need to talk, Professor Dumbledore," Hoffa said.

"what's happenin?"

"This matter has something to do with the half-man king." Hoffa asked straightforwardly. "Do you know who he is?"

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed: "Hoffa, with all due respect, I don't know your question. All I know is that the Daily Prophet has wanted him for three months, but found nothing."

"Is it related to Grindelwald?"

Hoffa didn't blink.

"Do not."

Dumbledore’s voice was inaudible, "Grindelwald would not use Muggle weapons to injure a student. His pride does not allow him to do so."

Hoffa was silent for a moment.

Dumbledore said, "Bach, you should go back and be with your friends..."

"The library." Hoffa suddenly interrupted Dumbledore.

"What library."

"Forbidden Art Library, is it related to this matter?"

Dumbledore's tired eyes became sharp: "Miss Romanoff told you?"

Hoffa did not affirm or deny it.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Hoffa, this school has too many secrets, too many old secrets. No one can really explore it, even me. I can't answer every question you have."

He lowered his head and looked at Hoffa for a while with his light blue eyes through his glasses, and sighed softly:

"Riddle had an accident in the Ravenclaw Tower. Now I don't have much time and choice. As the acting vice-principal and Ravenclaw Dean, I have more important things to deal with."

Dumbledore patted Hoffa on the shoulder, and after two steps, he suddenly looked back and hesitated for a moment.

"But, if you really want to know about the Forbidden Art Library, I suggest you go to your new transformation teacher. She was a descendant of the key administrator in Tsarist Russia. In this matter, She is more professional than me."

After speaking, Dumbledore disappeared around the corner.

Hoffa stayed where he was, the shadow of the wall cast on his face, he couldn't see his expression at all, he just stood silently for about ten minutes.

Finally, he sighed: "Damn it."