Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Hoffa raised his head, the wound on his face slowly healed.

"Don't be so capricious, let the other deans take care of it."

Osivia's gaze retracted from Hoffa's palm.

"I have to say that you are the first student I have taught, and you may be the best student I have ever taught in my life."

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor Romanov, can we make peace now...?"

Osivia shook her head: "I can give you an A+ on your final grades, but you don't want to shield anyone in this school."

"I don't want to cover up, I just want other deans to come over."

"Do you think I don't know what those deans will do?"

Osivia sneered and said sharply:

"They will force this down, as if it never happened. They will use the Forgotten Curse on you like a Muggle, and they will maintain the taint of this school as if they were protecting the privacy of the entire wizarding society. .

It is precisely because there are people who value stability above all else that they will allow all kinds of chaos and injustice to be born. "

She raised her voice.

"You tolerate, tolerate and give in every day. Watching all kinds of terrible things happen around you but you are indifferent, but what you think in your heart is how to stabilize the group!"

She spoke calmly, but her body was trembling, the killing intent in the air became stronger and stronger, and the other party was trying to suppress her anger.

"You think I won't change, when did you make a change? From the beginning, you got along with me with Ravenclaw style arrogance, and now, you still stand in front of me arrogantly, accusing My everything!"

Her words made Hoffa irrefutable.

He even wanted to retreat, but after looking behind him, his thighs were heavy.

"Only this time it won't work."

Hoffa said hard, and he clenched the necklace tightly.

"You can't kill people casually."

Osivia threw away his wand and said straightforwardly: "You are indeed good at transfiguration, but you don't understand human body transformation.

The real master deformer does not need to rely on foreign objects. "

She abandoned the shield curse, and scale lines appeared around her eyes, which was very strange. Her right arm actually showed a light green metallic luster little by little, and the metallic luster quickly wrapped her arm. She raised her arm and her nails were sharp as a knife.

Hoffa took a step back in extreme consternation.

Osivia actually deformed his arm into metal, but still kept his nerves active. It was an incredible transformation technique.

"Come on, Bach."

After she finished speaking, she swung her tail, and her whole person disappeared in place.

So fast!

Hoffa glanced around, but couldn't catch her speed. He quickly backed away, and a block of slabs blocked him.

With a few bangs, the slabs were shattered. When Osivia rushed out, almost her whole body was glowing with metallic luster.

Hoffa didn't know the cost of this transformation, but there was no doubt that the cost would not be small. It seemed that Osivia had already developed the ability to press the box.

Without fancy, she raised her arm and smashed it down, Hoffa blocked with a sword.

The two passed by sideways.

boom! !

The floor tiles at Hoffa's feet shattered directly into seven pieces, and he knelt to the ground. My throat is sweet.

He looked at his palm, and with this simple movement, his mouth was numb and bleeding.

He could feel the whine of the wand, and it was very painful just now. Osivia's state was too powerful.

"Hold it up, man."

Hoffa said softly, and shook the back of his hand.

However, misfortunes did not come singly, and the crack on the back of the hand did not heal.

He is slowly becoming shorter, his activation state is gradually disappearing, and his spirit is about to be unable to maintain the consumption of the activation state.

Osivia in front turned slowly, half of her body deformed into metal.

Damn it!

Hoffa looked at Dippet, who was bound by countless Aurors in the stone prison.

It can't be delayed anymore.

The battle must be ended quickly.

He took a deep breath, stood up, forcibly cheered up, and stopped the decline of the activation state.

The look firmly locked Osivia's eyes, which was the only weakness in her body right now.

The broad sword in his hand gradually became thinner, gradually turning into a glove and wrapping it around Hoffa's arm, forming a silver-white slender punch.

Osivia didn't even look at Hoffa's weapons. She said sternly, "If you don't give up, how long can you hold on?"

"I can do this all day." Hoffa smiled palely, "Professor Romanov."

Osivia swung her tail and smashed through countless rubble.

Hoffa concentrated his entire body's power on his arms, his legs bent, standing on the ground like an ancient fencer, his eyes firmly locked on the opponent's only weakness.

Her body gradually dilated in Hoffa's pupils.

It's near.

She raised her arm, all the snake hair on her head opened her mouth.

It's closer.

He turned sideways, handed out his arm, and the sharp silver sword tip quickly enlarged in Osivia's eyes.

But to Hoffa's expectation, Osivia didn't evade. She didn't care about the punch that could penetrate her head. She was so brutal that she spread her claws and grabbed it against Hoffa's shoulder, completely desperate.

The distance between her green pupil and the sharp blade was less than one centimeter.

It seemed that the next second was a scene of bursting eyes and bursting brains.

madman!

Hoffa gritted his teeth.

In the flash of lightning, the direction of the fist was shifted, rubbing the opponent's neck and drifting past, leaving a deep white mark.

Then, severe pain came from the shoulder.

Osivia's steel-sharp nails pierced directly through Hoffa's shoulders, and she pressed Hoffa against the wall with a bang. The whole room shook.

......

......

The blood dripped to the ground along Osivia's arm. Hoffa was half suspended in the air, his entire left arm was completely paralyzed, and his right arm clasped Osivia's arm firmly and withdrew from the activated state.

When the two faced each other, Hoffa coughed violently, splashes of blood on each other's face, and he sneered hoarsely: "Are you satisfied?"

The red in Osivia's eyes gradually faded, and gradually, her expression changed a little bit from cold and pleasant to stunned.

She retreated from the form of a banshee.

She gradually became thinner and shorter, until she became an ordinary girl with disheveled hair. Then, a gap was opened in her white neck, and blood flowed out from it.

Patter.

She drew a **** hand from Hoffa's shoulder. Covered his bleeding neck.

The two took a step back each, and both lost.

Hoffa slumped against the wall with his left shoulder, looked at Osivia sideways, and said, "Is this what you want?"

Osivia looked at her **** hand, and then at the culture medium under Hoffa's body that was gradually stained with blood.

"Why don't you avoid it?" She was expressionless, and pushed away an Auror who came over to help her.

Hoffa picked up the wand from the ground with one hand: "Sorry, I can't let you ruin the school. Even if the principal is guilty, I hope that a professional will rule it."

There was silence for a few seconds.

Osivia's eyes were hollow:

"I respect your choice, and I won't care about Hogwarts anymore. I will hand over this matter to Wissengamer, and we will stop here."

Hoffa looked at each other, knowing that some inborn character defects might be difficult to change with acquired experience. Their team has almost never been stable. Whether it is summer vacation or now.

"That's it." Hoffa nodded.

She stepped forward and stretched out her arm, seeming to want to shake Hoffa.

But this action was misunderstood.

"stop!!"

A roar suddenly came from the periphery of the crowd.

Immediately, a metal arm appeared out of thin air and hit Osivia's chest heavily, slamming her directly into the wall more than 20 meters away.

The Aurors stepped forward one after another, and then an invisible barrier appeared on the ground. It was like glass that was invisible on both sides, allowing them to make a sound, and it couldn't help Osivia.

Outside the darkroom, a tall man walked in again in shock and anger. He held up his wand and shouted angrily: "What's all this!?"

It's Dumbledore.

Hoffa turned his head and sighed.

finally come.

I saw that the dean of the Fourth Academy was standing in front of the dark room at the moment, followed by a large number of school teachers.

Immediately, a gray-haired old man stood out from the Auror crowd. He said grimly: "This is the scene of the crime. No one is allowed to enter."

Dumbledore pushed the person in front of him directly, ignoring him.

Slughorn stepped forward quickly, and pointed his wand at the gray-haired old man with a solemn expression.

"Don't move, Morros."

Dumbledore came over quickly, put his arm around Hoffa with one hand, and pressed his fingers against his wound, stopping the surge of blood.

Hoffa had never seen Dumbledore so angry. Almost every auburn beard was shaking, and the huge pressure in the air had broken the walls and the ground.

He turned his head to look at the girl in the gravel, and said sharply:

"Miss Romanov, this is your teaching assistant. I think you need to give me an explanation!"

Osivia slowly got up from the gravel, facing the furious Dumbledore, she had no fear, only complete emptiness and disappointment in her eyes.

She looked at Hoffa for a few seconds, then turned her head to look at Dippet, who was fainted in the stone prison.

"Let your boss explain to you."

After speaking, she took off the silver medal symbolizing her teacher, threw it on the ground, turned and hobbled away.

Dumbledore wanted to stop, the old gray-haired Auror stopped Dumbledore's movements.

"The Ministry of Magic will take care of this, Albus."

After that, the barrier that restricted the Auror was shattered, and they followed Osivia.

At this time, the school's teachers, teaching assistants, and prefects all rushed to the scene. They watched this scene happen in disbelief.

Dumbledore's expression was ashen, but he did not choose to catch up with the opponent. He first ordered the three teachers to keep them up with the Auror team.

Then he helped Hoffa up and handed it to Slughorn.

"Take him to treatment," Dumbledore ordered.

Slughorn caught Hoffa immediately, and said in general: "What a great kid, come with me."

But Hoffa pushed away the fat potions teacher.

At this moment, the aftereffects of the activated state surged up like a tsunami, and the endless blank space was washing Hoffa's spirit, but one thing supported him and made him stand up forcibly in this state.

"Wait a minute, Professor Dumbledore."

Hoffa said.

Dumbledore was checking his surroundings. He turned his head and said in a condensed voice: "What's the matter, hurry up and heal with Horace!"

But Hoffa handed Ravenclaw's commemorative coin to Dumbledore, pointed to the black coffin in the corner, and said:

"Open it, destroy it."

The head of the fourth courtyard all turned to the black coffin in the corner of this dark room.

Looking at the coin in Hoffa's hand, and then at the black coffin in the corner, Dumbledore was in a rare sense of loss. He murmured, "I'm not sure if I should do this."

"This is the source, don't you understand, Professor? That was given to Grindelwald..."

With his head getting more and more dizzy, Hoffa covered his temples, gasping heavily and urging: "Hurry up, finish my work."

Dumbledore glanced at the other deans around him. He took a deep breath, took the coin, and helped Hoffa up.

When the two came to the black coffin, Dumbledore pressed the coin in the middle of the three rings.

Click, it seemed that some kind of mechanism was triggered. At this moment, the three rings started to rotate at the same time. Crowns, bracelets, coins.

The sheep's head slowly separated, revealing a handle inside.

Dumbledore grabbed the handle and lifted the entire coffin open, at this moment. He directly raised his wand and pointed it at the coffin.

The other deans around him also took out their wands one after another, and then all the deans' wands were slowly put down.

Endless knowledge?

Or the bones of someone?

Do not.

Nothing at all.

There were no piles of books, no rotting corpses, and nothing terrible happened.

Except for some accumulated dust falling from the top of the coffin, there was nothing else.

It's empty.

As if silently mocking everyone present.

Hoffa, who had witnessed all this, had long expected it. He pursed his mouth and took a breath. The side effects of the activation state and the haze of failure completely overwhelmed his spirit.

A blow with all his strength hit the air, and the two months of hard work all came to naught.

He muttered to himself: "What am I doing?"