Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After approaching the island in the middle of the lake, Hoffa felt a kind of magical breath.

These magical breaths are rather complicated and incomplete. This magic wave is very similar to the wave he felt in the library at the time. If he could, he really wanted to stop and study the ancient magic of this school.

But now is not the time.

Osivia quickly stepped from the ice lake to the rocky floodplain of the island in the lake. She put away the ice skates and quickly put her hair back into a bun.

Then he took Hoffa's arm and made him stand on the dim rocky floodplain.

Under the dim night sky, the island is full of towering dead trees hugged by a few people, among which some open spaces under the trees that have not been snow-covered can be vaguely seen.

Will there be a white stone tomb here?

Hoffa couldn't help but guess.

"Fluorescence flickers."

Osivia sang softly, the light of the wand illuminating the surroundings.

Hoffa looked at his feet, and even if the snow was swept away, the ground was covered with thick dead branches and leaves. I am afraid that no one has been here for hundreds of years.

The two walked silently through the lonely woods, and there was no other sound except the creak of snow and the occasional crackling of branches. The surrounding branches and some towering rocks formed a strange and weird appearance under the reflection of the snow.

After crossing a hillside, a group of fuzzy buildings appeared on the hillside a hundred meters away. From the outside, it should be a dark old church.

Osivia put down her wand and whispered: "I checked the information about the principal of Hogwarts who died before the Goblin Rebellion in 1612, and he was buried in this location."

After silently looking at this ancient and gloomy land for a while, Hoffa turned his head and said, "I think we are crazy."

Osivia: "Why."

"When can you come? I just come at this time."

"There is a world war going on outside. There is no time to waste. If you find the forbidden library in advance and destroy it, you can save hundreds of thousands of people.

Osivia said softly, "Does that make you feel better?"

"You are too high to see my enlightenment." Hoffa said.

"You are different from me."

After calmly speaking, Osivia raised his wand slightly, "Fluorescence is flying."

Suddenly, the fluorescent light on the top of her wand flew out, split in the air, and turned into flickering white light spots one after another.

Some white spots flew silently into the dilapidated Scottish church, and some white spots surrounded Hoffa and Osivia, illuminating the gloomy island in the snow.

Under the shining of these dancing lights, Hoffa saw a cluster of tombstones beside the old church. The tombstones are large and small, and there are some sculptures covered with snow that are not clear.

The whole scene seems to have a strange romance.

"Let's check the tombstone."

Osivia said.

Osivia walked in front, Hoffa looked at her back and asked: "You are an exchange student of Durmstrang, a Slytherin who has only studied in the UK for three years, why would you like Hogwar? Ci is so familiar."

Osivia said indifferently: "I just spend the time other people use for fun to explore unknown secrets."

Answer irrefutably.

The two stood in front of the tombstones, where the snow was extremely deep, and Hoffa had to open the broken grip to clear the snow from his feet.

Pieces of tombstones showed their stature after removing the snow.

Hoffa squatted down, wiped a tombstone, and dazzled it with flying light. Hoffa saw a row of faint small prints on the tombstone: "Sam Beazley, 1210-1219. The other handwritings are too blurry to read.

Hoffa turned his head and asked, "Is it this?"

"This is the seventh term, not what we are looking for."

Osivia in the distance said: "The first death was 930 years."

930.

Hoffa looked past the stele one by one.

On the tombstone are engraved some personal achievements and time in office.

On a tombstone carved with a flying broomstick, Hoffa saw some of these writings.

Oliver Cromwell, 1462-1537

Proposer for the Quidditch Rule Amendment

Founder of College Cup

Invented the oak arrow series flying broom

Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic.

Sixth President of the World Quidditch Association

......

A principal who loves Quidditch, Hoffa thought, he walked to a tombstone next to him.

......

Hugh De Barsham, 1330--1461

Founder of the Wizarding Astronomy School

Head of the Elders of the Druid Church of Europe

Balancer

Great fortune teller

Deer Whisperer

Tree whisperer

......

How to look like the principal who graduated from Hufflepuff, Hoffa thought.

......

Taking a step to the left, Hoffa saw another tombstone with a giant skull.

Taking off the skull, Hoffa saw the engraving on the tombstone.

Ludwig Cavendish, 1328--1329

Presiding Judge Wiesengama

One of the founders of Azkaban

Discover many ancient ruins such as Longshi Island, Kalmado, Krisoma, etc.

King of Cursed

Master Transfiguration

Giant Killer

The Bane of the Werewolves

Dark Witch Doomsday

Dragon Twilight

Died of suicide

At the bottom of the headmaster's epitaph, Hoffa also saw a row of fine prints.

I hate sitting in the office most.

......

Looking at the epitaph of the headmaster six hundred years ago in amazement, Hoffa swallowed, thinking that Hogwarts was so **** talented.

......

He looked over one by one.

Some of these principals have been in office for a long time, more than a hundred years, and some have been in office for a short period of time. The shortest is only three months, which is shorter than the later Severus Snape.

But without exception, they all died in their posts.

There are only a dozen tombstones here, and I will finish reading them soon.

There is no doubt that every principal here has a legendary life, but there are no so-called white stone tombs here. The materials of these tombs are very ordinary, simple and unusual, but the very common Scottish gray masonry, which does not fit the bottom of the statue. The record.

After a while, Osivia also turned back, looking at Hoffa in a daze, with a confused expression.

"So the first one we're looking for? Where is it."

Hoffa asked.

"Are you there?"

"No."

Osivia shook her head: "I didn't find it either."

Hoffa didn't believe it, so he ran to Osivia's side and looked around and found that he was all female principals.

This is even less satisfactory, because he clearly remembers that the principal in the mirror world is a man.

Going around in a circle, back to the origin.

The two stood in the snowy cemetery looking at each other.

"Or, let's go to the church and have a look."

Hoffa pointed to the church behind him and suggested.

In the moonlight, the broken Gothic spire stands tall, but it has collapsed nearly half. When viewed from the side, the rubble is piled up like a mountain. It is hard to imagine what clues can be found here.

Osivia hesitated for a while, and said, "Wizards are not Muggles. There are very few religious believers. Basically, they don't bury people in churches."

"Then there is a church here, it's weird, isn't it?"

"My idea is to come back tomorrow."

After a pause, she added: "It's safer and more secure to take the Auror with you."

Her proposal also made sense, and Hoffa nodded, "All right, go back today."

Osivia's wand pointed at the sky, and all the light spots flying in the sky returned to the wand, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

The two slowly walked outside the cemetery, Osivia sullenly, not in high spirits, perhaps because he did not find any valuable clues.

Along the downhill, when the two of them walked to the dead wood forest,

Hoffa quipped, "You know what, I looked at so many tombstones and found one thing."

"what is the matter?"

"It seems that Headmaster Hogwarts is single."

"Where did you come to this conclusion?"

"There are no family members on all the tombstones, only achievements and tenure."

Osivia said lightly: "Maybe this is a wizard."

For some reason, her statement made Hoffa want to laugh inexplicably, in such a weird place.

"How do you know Dumbledore?" Hoffa asked with interest.

"I don't understand it very well. He doesn't agree with my transformation concept, and he is not very careful when teaching me."

After a pause, Osivia said calmly: "But it is undeniable that he is a very strong wizard, very strong."

"Do you think he will be the principal?"

"Dippet is in good health, are you talking about this topic really good now? Also, I don't think that a person who has an ambiguous relationship with Gellert Grindelwald will become a principal."

"Why do you all know?"

Hoffa was shocked.

Osivia didn't answer, she suddenly reached out to stop Hoffa, her green eyes turning around.

"how......?"

"Shhh." She kept her mouth shut.

Hoffa stood still, a faint rustling sound came into his ears, he condensed his words, and his mental field covered his surroundings.

That's right, there was a rustling noise around, it sounded like the sound of scales rubbing against the snow.

snake? Hoffa asked softly.

"No."

Osivia condensedly said: "It's the lake monster."

As soon as the voice fell, a pair of ice-blue eyes lit up around them, and tall figures slowly appeared, the rustle of scales rubbing loudly, mixed with the sound of steel dragging on the ground.

Some of them hold stone markers in their hands, some drag sharp anchors, and some hold heavy chains.

Osivia slowly pulled Hoffa behind her.

Soon, they were surrounded by these goblins in the lake.

The headed lake monster is extremely strong, it is two meters high, its muscles are high and bulging, its breath is sprayed with strong white mist, and its hair is slowly squirming in the air like octopus tentacles.

It grinned open, revealing razor-sharp teeth.

Lake demon language: "ghor　Daqvam　baHHbogh　'Iv?"

Lake demon language: "pe'el　Hutlh　choHI'　IlIng."

Hoffa squinted his eyes, his heart beating a little fast. He has seen magical creatures, he has seen a lot last year, and even horsemen who are as intelligent as humans.

But these creatures and horsemen are completely different things, and horsemen are calm and mysterious.

Although he didn't understand what these creatures were talking about, he could feel a trace of brutality and madness hidden in the other side.

Osivia looked wary: "Do you not speak English?"

As soon as she said her words, all the lake monsters showed sarcasm one after another, clenching their weapons one by one, and became agitated. But then, the restlessness subsided again.

The sturdy lake monsters separated slowly, and a thin, rickety old lake monster walked out from behind.

It was bent over, holding a wooden staff about the same height as himself, and almost half of the scales on the fish's tail had fallen off.

Osivia took another step and stood in front of Hoffa.

The moment he saw this lake monster, Hoffa suddenly felt a great crisis. This seemingly unwinded Lake Demon contained extremely large fluctuations in magic power, even surpassing any wizard he had ever seen before.

"Are you the chief?"

Osivia asked.

"What did you see?"

The old lake demon asked.

"I didn't see anything." Osivia smiled.

"Really, who are you?"

The old lake demon swam his tail, and asked, "Student?"

The teeth in its mouth are sparse, but the tongue is pure black. When it speaks, the syllables contain the power to make one's mind dazed.

As soon as Hoffa bit the tip of his tongue, the hair on the back of his head stood upside down, and the cold sweat came down.

How could a humanoid be terrible to such an extent.

Osivia took Hoffa's palm and said, "We are here on a date, just stroll around, and we are ready to leave this place."

"appointment?"

The old lake demon laughed blankly.

"Your age, and his age? Or you think I'm blind."

Hoffa's mental force field shrank to the extreme, and he could see the rock at his feet trembling. When trembling, small lines appeared on the surface.

Osivia did not speak.

The old lake demon smiled and said, "If you kiss him, I will let you go."

Hoffa stared at the opponent's icy blue eyes, there was nothing but joking in those eyes, it was a cat playing with a mouse.

Osivia let go of her palms and held Hoffa's face.

Hoffa was surprised, this guy is real?

But Osivia just stuck to his right ear, her lips squirming: "I'll hold it, you go back to school and look for Dippet."

Then she raised her head: "I kissed."

The old lake demon tilted his head, "Interesting, the teacher should be imprisoned in Azkaban for doing this kind of thing to the students, Miss Romanov."

Osivia's disguise disappeared, and she drew out her magic wand: "What on earth are you making, since you know that I am a teacher, you dare to stop me?"

"teacher."

The Lake Demon shook his head and said regretfully: "This is our territory, you shouldn't break into here."

"When did this become your territory?" Osivia said cautiously. "This is the territory of Hogwarts. It belongs to Hogwarts. It has always been."

"Always?" The old Lake Demon smiled sarcastically:

"Our race has multiplied and lived here for tens of thousands of years. How long has it been for your wizards to come here. You, a witch with no hair, dare to tell me all the time?"

As soon as it fell, the lake monsters behind him all raised their weapons.

Osivia took a step back warily:

"What do you want to do? Your ancestors signed an agreement with the school. According to the agreement, the humanoid magical animals living in Hogwarts shall not harm students and teachers. I think you understand this agreement."

"Yes."

"But the agreement has changed, and the times will also change. It's not a coincidence that you came."

The old lake demon coldly turned his head and said, "Kill them."