Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

December 25

Daily Prophet

Christmas shocked the news, the half-man king was arrested, and his identity turned out to be the principal of Hogwarts, Armando Dippet.

December 26

Daily Prophet

Hogwarts was caught in the biggest scandal in history, and the 100-year-old principal openly conducted human experiments in the school, which caused absolute horror. The pursuit of power is unscrupulous, whether it is the degeneration of human nature or the distortion of morality. Hogwarts suffered a cold winter of trust, and 978 wizards jointly voted for the removal of Armando Dipeter from the post of Hogwarts principal.

December 27

Daily Prophet

Principal Armando Dipeter, school doctor Rainer Buttbanna, and all 30 medical staff from Hogwarts School Hospital were arrested and are now detained in the Underground Prison of the Defense Against the Dark Arts of the Ministry of Magic. In the future, he will accept the Supreme Trial of Wisengamo.

December 30

Daily Prophet

Armando Dipeter was removed from the post of Hogwarts headmaster, and the 28 pure-blood families voted publicly to strictly observe Hogwarts. The former presiding judge of Wisengamo is about to be tried in a week later, and the Ministers of Magic of the Seven Kingdoms will attend this trial.

January 6

Daily Prophet

The former Hogwarts principal and half-man King Armando Dipeter was charged with 28 counts of murder, treason, anti-humanity, planning terrorist attacks, private human experimentation, and private research on Muggle technology. He was sentenced to death. Performed by the Dementor of Azkaban.

January 15

Daily Prophet

More than 1,000 wizards’ parents, the British Ministry of Magic, demonstrated and demanded the evacuation of all young wizards from Hogwarts. Twelve school managers will hold an educational meeting at the Ministry of Magic on the 21st to determine the future of the school.

Dumbledore and the Dean of the Hogwarts Fourth House attended the Ministry of Magic to fight for the continuation of the school's votes.

January 22

Daily Prophet

The half-man king incident continued to ferment, and 12 school councils jointly voted with 9 to 2 votes, and one of them abstained. The Minister of Magic Leonard Spencer Muen promulgated the "Education Act No. 14", and Hogwarts will announce the permanent closure of the school at the end of this month.

Aglaia: "On January 27th, Leonard Spencer Muen, Minister of Magic of the Daily Prophet, personally led the Auror to Hogwarts to supervise the evacuation of Hogwarts students... .."

Snapped.....!

The newspaper in front of him was snatched away and thrown into the trash can beside the hospital bed. Behind the newspaper was revealed a pair of surprised girl faces. She has blue eyes and silver hair.

"What are you doing! Hoffa."

Aglaia, who was reading the newspaper, said angrily that she was still reading the newspaper.

"I beg you, will you die if you are quiet for a minute?" Hoffa said weakly on the hospital bed.

Sixty seconds of silence passed.

Aglaia lay next to Hoffa’s bed again, and said: "One minute is up, tell me the story of that night, I'm crazy."

"You're crazy, I'm going crazy."

Hoffana covered his head with the quilt, and said sadly: "You, like Miranda, can't you just stay in the common room."

"No!"

Aglaia pushed Hoffa hard.

"Hoffa, the school will be closed the day after tomorrow. Everyone is trying to find a way, but you are hiding in the ward alone. No one wants to see you. What is your situation?"

"Nothing. Can't you wait until my arm is better and discuss it?" Hoffa rolled over and turned his back to Aglaia.

"Merlin Beard, your arm is good." Aglaia pointed out sharply, "You have to pack your bags, what do you do if you go out? Do you want to come to St Mungo's Hospital..."

"No, you said it a hundred times."

"Why are you so ignorant of good and bad, Hoffa."

Aglaia raised his arms angrily: "Don't you know if I am helping you?"

"one day."

Hoffa sighed.

"If you want to help me, just be quiet for a day. Don't come to me for one day. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"One day? You said that yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday!"

"Ok."

Seeing Hoffa plug his ears with his fingers, Aglea pursed his mouth and kicked away the visiting chair.

"lazy!"

"Well, I'm lazy, go out." Hoffa said.

"Okay, one day is not good, ten days is not good, one hundred days is okay, you just rot here, really I care about you? Cut, it's not because of the classmate's face... ."

She went out angrily.

boom! !

The door fell.

......

......

Everything finally calmed down, and needles could be heard in the empty ward. Hoffa sat up from the bed and rubbed his hair.

On the bedside table was his wand, a pile of snacks, and newspapers.

The newspaper was brought to him by Miranda, and the snacks were brought to him by Aglaia.

But he didn't want to touch these three things.

He has neither appetite nor any desire for new information. I don't want to go to a meaningless battle anymore.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, rubbed his face, and began to daze.

The clock on the wall was walking ticking, and at this moment, a month has passed since that crazy Christmas Eve.

Compared to a month ago, Hoffa lost ten pounds. He was pale and his hair was tousled.

Over the past month, there have been breaking news every day, and shocking news every day. But all this was so pale and feeble to Hoffa, he couldn't stop it from happening in the slightest.

Due to the departure of the school doctor, the entire school hospital was taken away by the Auror, and the potions teacher left the school for meetings.

Hoffa, with his shoulder injured, lay abruptly in the school hospital for a whole month, waiting for the wound to heal himself like an ordinary Muggle.

Fortunately, he knows a little medical knowledge, coupled with continuous repairs in an activated state, which did not make the wound worse.

But the external wound did not make Hoffa feel pain at all.

What really made him miserable was being confused and losing his goal, which was more terrifying than any physical injury. He felt like he had fallen into a swamp, and the more he moved, the deeper he sank. The more struggling, the faster the destruction.

Like a ghost floating in a vacuum, all the senses are lost. Only the itching from the left shoulder wound reminded him that life should continue.

He grabbed the newspaper forcibly, only glanced at it, then threw it away disgustingly and bored, and got into the quilt.

The school will be closed the day after tomorrow, but he has lost all clues.

Maybe he shouldn't care about these bad things at all, he should leave Hogwarts, go to the United States to find Joey, find Indor, and get a job there. Maybe he should go out, explore the secrets meaninglessly every day, and become a prodigal son who is stuffed with treasures and wandering around...

But the next second, a hand was placed on his shoulder, interrupting his fantasy.

He thought it was Aglaia who came back to look for him again, so he shook his shoulders, and said with an urn: "Don't bother me, come back tomorrow."

But the handy owner said softly, "Tomorrow is a very dangerous word, Bach."

It wasn't Aglaia. Hoffa was startled and immediately sat up and looked back.

But he found that standing by the bed was a tall man with half-moon glasses and a auburn beard. Albus Dumbledore didn't know when he entered his room.

"Professor Dumbledore, is there...what's the matter?"

"I am the dean of the Ravenclaw Institute for the time being. I will come to see the injured student. Can't it?"

Dumbledore sat down beside Hoffa's bed.

"how do you feel?"

"Not bad." Hoffa said dryly.

"Really? You're skinny like a goat raised by my brother. He often goes out to drink. Once drunk for many days, the goat has no food to eat."

Dumbledore's joke made Hoffa's mouth reluctantly twitched, and he asked in a low voice, "Professor, is the school really going to be closed?"

"Probably, yesterday's approval from the Ministry of Magic has arrived, and all students will be evacuated from this school at the end of the month. I persuaded those in Wisengama not to involve the students. They believed me."

Dumbledore said lightly, "However, taxpayers will not allow a school under the control of a war criminal headmaster. No school can continue to operate under such a crisis of confidence."

His calm words made Hoffa's mouth a bit bitter, like eating a dozen bitter gourd skins.

After a moment of silence, Hoffa couldn't help asking:

"Do you think so? Do you also think that Principal Dippet is a half-man king?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

Dumbledore asked.

"of course."

"I do not think so."

Dumbledore shook his head: "I have worked with Armando for more than 20 years. He may be pedantic and rigid, maybe not humble enough, a bit arrogant, but he has never done anything bad for the school. The school is everything to him. ."

Hoffa's eyes widened.

Dumbledore paused and sighed:

"But before the conclusive evidence, my language was pale. He privately studied construction techniques and privately carried out human body modification experiments. Unless the real reason is found, he will inevitably be imprisoned in Azkaban until he is photographed. The ghost **** up the soul."

After a pause, Dumbledore asked, "Hoffa, I want to know what you think."

Hoffa said weakly: "Why ask me, I have done everything I can do."

"Because you are a Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw always has wisdom that ordinary people can't match, don't you?"

"Ravenclaw? Unattainable wisdom..."

Hoffa laughed mockingly: "I don't understand, I don't understand at all."

Dumbledore: "Don't understand what?"

"Why am I in Ravenclaw? Look at me, do I look like someone with the extraordinary wisdom that Ravenclaw says?"

Hoffa said to himself: "I should be in Gryffindor, don't I, everyone thinks I am Gryffindor."

Dumbledore was silent, and he squeezed a few lines of his forehead and looked at Hoffa.

"Sorry I can't agree with you."

"what."

Do you remember when I chatted with you alone last year?

"Orphanage?"

"The hospital, the time you and Joey were injured together. We also face each other like this."

"So what."

"In the beginning, I also wondered why you weren't Gryffindor, because you looked so alike.

But when I said that Joey would be expelled from school, you said, I can't judge the right or wrong cause by the result. At that time, I knew that Ravenclaw was more suitable for you than Gryffindor.

Hoffa, you have the potential of a real Ravenclaw. This potential, to be frank, is something Gryffindor cannot have. That is justice. You should believe in yourself. "

"What's the use of justice?"

Hoffa's voice was low and inaudible.

"My original intention was to make the lives of my friends around me safer, and I wanted to protect others. But in the end, I can't change anything. How can I have the wisdom of Ravenclaw?

"what."

Dumbledore interrupted Hoffa with a sigh. He leaned back in his chair with a look of remembrance: "Ravenclaw's wisdom. By the way, what do you think is wisdom? Hoffa."

"Strong, smart, strategizing, able to see all the fog."

Hoffa said without hesitation.

"Hahahaha~"

Dumbledore was taken aback, then burst into laughter. While smiling, he raised his glasses and rubbed his eyelids. Hoffa was stunned by the expression.

"Hoffa, Hoffa, what you said is a job, a job of a Muggle scientist or a military strategist, that is not wisdom, it is just that the brain is a little better than ordinary people."

"Isn't the brain so smart?"

Hoffa could not understand.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Do you think King Arthur is very smart, or do you think Napoleon is very smart?"

Hoffa's eyes widened: "Isn't it?"

Dumbledore nodded Hoffa's chest with a slender finger, his voice was low and inaudible:

"Don't be confused by appearances. Wisdom is a kind of precipitation, a torture, and a responsibility. However, the most important thing is that wisdom is a choice."

Many people, they see the darkness, so they succumb to the darkness.

They live in the dark. After gaining benefits, they are complacent. After gaining power, they want to do whatever they want. They even call their means of achieving their ends wisdom.

But that is not wisdom, those are stupidity, the ceiling of life.

A truly wise person. It is not how much money, how high reputation, how much power, or how much magic power.

The true wise man saw the darkness, but chose the light, even if the light was as weak as fireflies.

Such a person is worthy of being followed. A person who is needed by others, who is loved by others, and who can unite with others is the real wise man. "

Hoffa looked at Dumbledore's finger pointing to his heart, then looked at the clear blue eyes under the other's transparent lenses, and couldn't say a word for a while.

Dumbledore shook Hoffa's hand and placed a hard object in his palm: "I think maybe you can do better."