Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

All night after returning from the transformation teacher, Hoffa didn't sleep much.

The warm harbor was destroyed, as if someone had overturned the table and tore the crusted gauze, allowing him to see the dangers of this magical world.

Countless suppressed doubts burst into his mind, making him completely unable to relax his mind.

What is the forbidden library, and who is the half-man king, what exactly does he want to do?

Hoffa didn't know, he felt that he had experienced a lot of things, but these things seemed to be strung together in secret. Guiding him in an unknown direction.

At breakfast the next day, when all the students in the auditorium were talking, he did not talk to anyone.

Thanks to the shooting of Tom Riddle, Hoffa became an assistant in the transformation course, which did not arouse anyone's attention.

Only two of his friends are very worried about this.

Astronomy class in the afternoon.

When the three were looking at a pair of telescopes, Miranda asked in a low voice, "Hoffa, are you really going to help the daughter of the Soviet Minister of Magic to find the forbidden technique library?"

Hoffa pointed the telescope at Mars and said lightly: "It's not that I help her, I'm helping myself."

Aglaia handed the parchment to Hoffa and said, "I have a hunch, Hoffa, things in that library are definitely not that simple. I always feel that the person who injured Tom Riddle is not afraid of you going. Find him."

Hoffa drew two star maps on the parchment with a quill pen and said, "Aren't you still curious about the library?"

"Curiosity is curiosity."

Aglaia looked around, pushed the astronomical telescope aside, and whispered: "Hoffa, I studied the history of Hogwarts and found a very strange thing."

"what is the matter?"

"Do you know the first generation principal at Hogwarts?"

Hoffa was taken aback, the quill in his hand stopped on the parchment, and a pool of ink appeared.

"The first generation principal?"

Hoffa was stunned for a long time but didn't remember who it was.

So he turned his head and asked Miranda: "Do you know the first generation principal?"

Miranda thought for a long time and shook her head.

"It's strange, I've never heard of this person."

Aglaia leaned his head: "The Forbidden Art Library is what he advocated, and he was also one of the key custodians. But after studying the history for so long, I found his identity, his name, his Everything has disappeared without leaving any record..."

"do not speak!"

From afar, there was a loud shout.

Hoffa turned his head and saw that Europa, the teacher of the astronomy class, sat under an astronomical telescope at the top of the classroom, frowning and said: "Use your eyes and mind to observe the sky, not your mouth!"

Teacher Europa is a very quiet female teacher. She is in her fifties and looks like a wrinkled old sloth, always lying on a telescope.

Her class only has observations and records, and students are not allowed to communicate verbally.

The three of Hoffa shut up.

After a while, when Europa, the astronomy teacher, stopped paying attention, Aglaia said in a polar voice:

"Hoffa, all the principals have historical data to check. All, except for the first one, this is too wrong. Then there must be a problem with the forbidden technique library."

Europa, an astronomy teacher, moved his eyes away from the telescope in annoyance, and slowly walked down the ladder. She swayed to the three people, akimbo, and stared at their astrological records.

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No matter what Aglaia said, Hoffa had already made a decision.

At dusk, after finishing a day of classes, he came to the gate of Hogwarts Library as scheduled.

Here, Osivia is sitting on a bench at the entrance of the library. She wears a fairly classic hair bun. She puts her hands on her knees and looks straight ahead, as if a robot is on standby.

Hoffa walked over to her, she stood up, and walked ahead without saying a word. The two walked one after the other to the restricted area of ​​the library.

As soon as he entered the restricted area of ​​the library, the hunchback administrator of the library jumped out. He probably didn't recognize Osivia, thinking that she was also a student who entered the restricted area privately.

Osivia just strode forward, barely looking at him.

"Hey, stop, what are you doing?" the humpback manager roared.

"Find something, please don't let other people enter this area." Osivia said sideways.

The hunchback manager jumped back like a frightened cat, and he recognized this as Hogwarts' new transformation teacher.

"Ok...Okay. Professor." He said.

After the hunchbacked administrator left unwillingly, Hoffa lightly mocked:

"Don't tell me this is the legendary forbidden library."

"Of course not." Osivia said, "This library was established in 1009, and it now contains less than one-tenth of what it was a thousand years ago.

Before that, there was another library here. That was the place where the ancient Hogwarts students studied, and it was also our destination. "

After speaking, the two came to the bottom of the restricted area of ​​the library.

There are no people, no books, only a few gray brick walls, plus a few broomsticks, and a storage room.

However, in the perception of Hoffa's mental force field, he could perceive an obscure magic wave around him that he didn't understand at all.

Hoffa looked at Osivia, wondering what medicine she sold in the gourd.

Osivia walked to the corner, drew his wand and knocked it in the corner. Muttered a few words in her mouth, and then she stretched out her hand for a virtual pull, and accompanied by the rubbing of rusty metal, a dusty mirror was pulled out of thin air.

She dragged the mirror and walked slowly to Hoffa. There were countless cobwebs on the mirror, which looked like pizza cheese.

Afterwards, she walked to the other corner of the wall and did the same.

Two consecutive mirrors were pulled out of the void and merged into one piece.

But the mirror was so dirty that Hoffa couldn't even see his figure.

Osivia waved her magic wand.

"Splendid as new."

The dust on the mirror flew away and fell. The cobweb rolls and disappears like icy crumbs on fire.

The mirror surface becomes shiny and clean.

Hoffa saw himself in the bright mirror, saw Osivia, and saw the bookshelves in the forbidden area behind him, as well as the Hogwarts students leaning on the bookshelves in the distance.

"What are you doing?" Hoffa asked. "Did you bring me to the library to look in the mirror?"

"What you see is the real world."

Osivia said without a word.

"Then she grabbed Hoffa's shoulder and turned him around."

At the moment of turning around, Hoffa was stunned.

All the places where I just came have disappeared.

There are no students who study, no neat benches, and no rows of bookshelves.

He was standing in a huge empty hall full of dust at the moment, and the white-gray cobwebs were densely packed in the hall. Among the broken walls, the arched ceiling is carved with the symbolic animals of the four major colleges. Snake, eagle, lion, badger.

At the top of the hall, there are several dilapidated glass windows, which can vaguely see the autumn sunset, which shines through the old shutters, forming bunches of Tyndall spots in the air.

"The world in the mirror."

Osivia said: "The special magic of ancient wizards."

Hoffa was shocked for a while, then he looked back again.

He can still see the mirror behind him, the students in the mirror, the bookshelves in the mirror, and the restricted library area in the mirror.

But at this moment, only himself and Osivia are missing in the mirror, and they have disappeared in the original library without knowing it.

Osivia waved her magic wand.

The mirror in front of him separated and went to the two sides separately. The real world in the mirror also slowly disappeared.

"1000 years ago, this was once the most prosperous forbidden library in Europe, and it was a magical holy place that countless wizards flocked to.

But later, after numerous wars and deaths, the founders of the three major magic schools in Durmstrang, in the coldest Siberian plains, burned most of the dangerous ancient forbidden techniques, and the few left behind were also sealed. . "

Osivia's voice echoed in this empty ancient hall.

"So, as you can see, this place is now abandoned."

Hoffa's mouth couldn't close, he walked slowly in it, leaving one footprint after another in the dust.

That's right, this place is completely empty, except for the spider webs everywhere, there are still a few remaining desks and bookshelves, nothing.

Stop talking about the book, there is not a single piece of paper.

Only a few huge metal light stands that fell on the ground can vaguely look back at the glorious past here.

"Nothing, why are you here?" Hoffa asked.

Osivia said: "This is the closest place I can find the library. If I can, I want to see if there are any clues there."

With Osivia’s fingers, Hoffa could see a few collapsed bookshelves surrounding a broken human-shaped statue in the farthest part of the hall. The statue was huge, more than ten meters high, but only half of it was left at the moment. .

It stands on a stone platform with two legs. As if cut in half by a sharp cutter, the other half is missing.

This....

Hoffa frowned.

For some reason, he always felt that this scene looked a little distorted.

For example, the broken statue in the distance looks very close, probably only fifty meters away from him, but Hoffa feels that it is far away from him, not only very far, but the whole picture is still fluctuating inexplicably.

As if I was separated from it by a transparent water curtain.

He tried to reach out and pull away the water curtain blocking his vision. Osivia took the lead and pressed Hoffa's shoulder.

"I'm coming." She said.

Osivia drew out her wand and tapped it in the dim space in front of her.

At this moment, she seemed to be on the surface of a calm water, and an ancient magical force vibrated violently.

The surrounding scene began to change, with Osivia's wand as the center, producing violent ripples.

The dust faded, the cobwebs disappeared, the tables and chairs returned to normal, and the broken and rusty lamp stands on the ground flew back to the high altitude and became shiny.

Amidst the swirling pages of the book, vague figures began to appear. It seems that time is going backwards fast. In the end, even the broken sunset shot from the window was restored to a shining dawn.

It only took ten seconds.

This dusty and dusty arched hall turned into a magnificent library hall filled with books.

Some wizards in ancient linen robes walked around the room. At the foot of the huge statue in the center, two wizards with bare arms seemed to be arguing fiercely.

Hoffa didn't know that this was the first few times he was surprised today, and what he saw now was far beyond his understanding.

"This...this is?"

"The ancient illusion magic, those are stripped memory fragments, are the protection spells of ancient wizards."

Osivia said:

"More than a thousand years ago, wars between wizards continued. In that era, every secret realm could not be traversed at will. If you intrude privately, you will inevitably be hurt and expelled by protection magic.

However, these are not real, the real is still the brokenness you just saw, these are just the remaining protective magic in the hall. "

"Oh my God......"

Hoffa was shocked for a while, then slowly turned his head: "Then, shall we go over?"