Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After Hoffa walked out of the library, the school was dark, with only a few braziers lit in the distance to provide him with the only sight.

Some faintly fluorescent ghosts passed through the wall, whispering worriedly to each other.

Hoffa checked his watch. It was nine o'clock. He had already been in the mirror world of the library for three hours at the moment, which was far past the Hogwarts curfew, eight o'clock.

Fortunately, the silver teaching assistant sign on his chest now allows him to have more free time than ordinary students.

He walked slowly in the dark school, while walking, while thinking about what he had just ventured into, an activation state that would consume a lot of energy, a clue that was temporarily incomprehensible.

White stone grave.

Hoffa didn't know where and what the Baishi tomb was. He had never been a master of history.

His goal is to find the half-man king, but during this journey, he doesn't mind improving his strength at all.

Hoffa wanted to go back to the dormitory to get his old book.

The book "Anatomy of All Things. Structure is King" by Morgen Le Fay, who once instructed himself to transform into Animagus.

Although he mastered some of Osivia's body deformation in a short time, he further developed himself.

But he believes that this is definitely a deep-sea deep technology.

I just mastered the fur.

As long as he takes back his old books, it will be a great help to further develop his body deformation.

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Hoffa first came to the hall of the school. He thought Ravenclaw would be sleeping in the hall tonight.

However, when he returned to the hall, there was no one here, only a few ghosts with milky white transparent light floating around in the hall.

Is the Ravenclaw Tower back to work?

Hoffa moved in his heart and hurried to the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower.

But as soon as he returned to the Ravenclaw tower, Hoffa found that the entire Ravenclaw tower was sealed off. After the Halloween incident, the school folded all the magic stairs.

There is no way to go at all.

The two teachers on duty stood by the entrance and saw Hoffa coming. Their eyes stayed on the teaching assistant sign on Hoffa's chest for several seconds before slowly turning their heads.

Perceiving this scene, Hoffa had a headache.

I can't find people, and I can't read books.

He looked up at the unfathomable tower at the top, thinking that even if his ghost walk fooled the two guard teachers, he wanted to climb 300 meters vertically without the help of stairs, and climb to the top floor to get his own deformation cheats, as if Not very realistic...

To climb or not to climb?

As he struggled, a shout suddenly came from the corner.

"Hoffa."

Turning his head to see, Miranda walked quickly towards him accompanied by a prefect.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time, come with me soon." Miranda whispered.

"Where have you been?" Hoffa asked.

"Didn't you read the notice." Miranda said as he walked hurriedly.

"What notice."

"The school opened a new temporary lounge in the common room in Hufflepuff, allowing students from Ravenclaw to live in temporarily. After the school has completely eliminated the safety hazard, the students will be returned to Ravenclaw. tower."

"Hufflepuff's common room?"

Hoffa was taken aback, isn't it, is it in the kitchen?

While talking, Miranda led Hoffa out of the range of Ravenclaw's tower and walked to the basement level of the school.

Gradually, as the two went deeper and deeper, the style in the corridor gradually began to change. Under the warm flames, many oil paintings representing food appeared around.

In the end, Miranda stood in front of a painting of a man wearing a chef hat and said:

"Apple Pie."

"It's so late, did you go for supper?"

In the oil painting, the man in the kitchen hat said angrily, while cutting aside to reveal a corridor, revealing the khaki downward staircase behind it.

Miranda whispered: "Each grade is assigned to a different room. The second grade is the most unlucky. The guard's oil painting is a violent temper."

"Not in Hufflepuff's common room?" Hoffa couldn't help asking Miranda.

"The beauty of thinking, the Hufflepuff Wizards don't want to share the common room with people in other hospitals. But they must be in this area, but no one knows where they are, and Tom Riddle doesn't know."

After speaking, she took Hoffa into the hallway.

As soon as Hoffa walked into this makeshift lounge, he almost knocked down a house elf holding a large metal candlestick.

"Sorry."

Hoffa's habitual apology made the house elf run away in horror instead.

After entering the room, Hoffa found that this was a very old square hall, with many mahogany mezzanine layers and stairs stacked inside, and abandoned wine barrels and cupboards stacked in the corners.

This should be a storage room in the Hogwarts kitchen.

In the room, the house elves shuttled back and forth. Hoffa estimated that half of the house elves in the school kitchen had come to help.

Some of them carry candlesticks to light candles, some carry cushions and tea cups, some carry brooms to clean, and some carry firewood to make a fire in the fireplace.

There were also a few skewers of raw meat beside the fireplace, which seemed to be grilled.

In the room, Hoffa saw a lot of his classmates, they were standing aside in twos and threes, not in a high mood.

Some sat on the barrel and sighed, some looked at the fire with expressionless expression, and some faced the wall and hugged their knees.

"This is our temporary lounge."

Miranda said softly.

"Where's the luggage, didn't you bring it?"

"Before the school eliminated all hidden dangers, our luggage was seized in the original place, and we could not use the previous things."

With that, Miranda smiled helplessly.

"Maybe the school thinks we have bombs in our luggage."

Hoffa didn't answer, no wonder everyone was depressed, and it seemed that his goal of studying his transformation secrets had to be postponed.

At this moment, a boy jumped off the barrel and walked towards Hoffa. He has curly black hair, is about the same height as Hoffa, has a few freckles on his face, and is one of Hoffa's roommates, William.

"Hoffa, you were assigned a bed with me at night, you know?"

A bed?

Hoffa was shocked.

"Well, there."

William stretched out his hand and pointed to a wooden platform in the air in the distance. There were several similar structures here, which seemed to be temporary resting places arranged by the school for the Ravenclaw students.

"Okay, I see, thank you, William."

"Well, don't come back too late."

After speaking listlessly, William jumped up to the barrel again and assumed the posture of a meditator, looking very depressed.

"Where is Aglaia?"

Hoffa looked around and asked.

"She? She is angry."

Miranda smiled helplessly: "Come with me."

With that, she took Hoffa to the right.

It's winding around here, a bit like the cellar where I live in the Broke Cauldron Bar. It's just bigger and more complicated.

Passing a few whispering girls, Miranda led Hoffa to a secluded corner of the wine cellar.

"This is where I live with Aglaia." Miranda pointed to it, following her fingers, Hoffa saw a thick mahogany platform.

This thing always makes him think of a hammock.

Miranda: "Take off your shoes."

"Take off your shoes?"

"Brother, it's where we sleep, are you going to step on it?" Miranda gave Hoffa a punch.

"Ok."

Hoffa took off his shoes and climbed up the platform along the stairs.

He looked around and saw that the mahogany platform on the upper level of the stairs was about 20 square meters, probably where the kitchen used to store red wine, and there was a smell of wine permeating the wood.

The silver-haired girl was sitting on the candlestick on the platform with her cheeks in full swing. Next to her were two cushions, a bed sheet, and a few books.

Hoffa knew it, no wonder Aglaia was so angry that he wanted to live in an unsatisfactory place.

It is clean and clean, but it is incomparable to the elegant and elegant Ravenclaw Dormitory.

"Little nobleman, unhappy?" Hoffa said happily.

"Ha, ha."

Aglaia laughed back twice: "There is not even a bed."

"Why do you want a bed," Hoffa sat cross-legged across from her.

"It's just a temporary stay, not just for a school year."

"Hmph, if that murderer can't be found, God knows how long we will stay here. Besides, we stayed here, and we didn't even take down the luggage. How will we spend this day."

"Are there any bathrooms?" Hoffa asked in a low voice.

"Yes, share it with the girls in Hufflepuff."

Aglaia let out a long sigh, and the big words fell on the platform, "But I haven't sent any of my clothes, so many colleges, why is Ravenclaw so unlucky."

"Well, if I want to say it, it's actually not as bad as I imagined."

Miranda also took off his shoes and climbed onto the wooden platform.

"It's better than the sleeping hall. It's warmer than the hall and has more privacy than the hall."

"It doesn't matter, Hogwarts Junk School." Aglea replied feebly, looking at the ceiling.

"You only complain about this every day." Miranda sat down cross-legged and turned to ask, "Hoffa, did that female teacher lead you to the library?"

When she asked, Aglaia immediately sat up from the ground like a spring, staring at Hoffa without blinking.

"It's not that simple." Hoffa shook his head. "I just found a row of words that I didn't understand at all."

On the wooden platform, Hoffa sat cross-legged. Tell a little about the story of exploring the library and the world in the mirror.

After he finished speaking, the two girls both sat on the wooden boards, their mouths slightly opened motionless.

They didn't react until Hoffa waved in front of them.

"You mean, you saw entering the mirror world, saw the remains of the ancient library, and saw the protection magic of ancient wizards?"

Hoffa: "These are not the key points. The key point is, has anyone of you heard of the White Stone Tomb?"

Miranda immediately looked at Aglaia, hoping that the lady of know-it-all could give a positive answer.

But this time, Aglaia, who has always liked to boast and show off his knowledge reserves, frowned:

"The white stone tomb, this...I really haven't heard of it. But what I really want to say, the white stone tomb is also very ordinary, think about it, as long as the tomb is piled with white stones, it can be It's called the Shiraitomb, isn't it?

Miranda turned her head somewhat disappointedly, and said, "I have never heard of a white stone tomb. My family members are buried in the cemetery, and the tombstones are marble..."

Aglaia waved his hand: "Compared to this, I am more curious, how can a tomb contain endless knowledge? Think about it, how big the tomb can be, and how big the library is."

Hoffa was also suspicious, as if it was indeed the case.

Western wizards did not have the habit of building mausoleums. When Dumbledore died later, he took a magic wand with him. The endless knowledge could not be stuffed into a small tomb.

The three looked at each other and were silent for a while.

After a while, Miranda suddenly said slowly: "People."

Aglaia: "Huh?"

Miranda: "If someone writes down everything in the library, wouldn't that person become a library?"

Aglaia was shocked: "You mean, the library is alone?"

Miranda: "I just guess what I want."

Hoffa was also surprised, but after the surprise, he shook his head:

"I think it's good, but the library has been around for a thousand years. When I saw them in the fantasy world, they all wore the same clothes as Aristotle. Even if there were people like that, they would have rotten prematurely."