Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

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Shocking news, on January 28th, a super explosion broke out at Hogwarts in northern Scotland, triggering an eighth magnitude earthquake and destroying half of the schools. The specific reason is unknown. The Disaster Defense Department of the Ministry of Magic was dispatched to investigate the incident.

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On January 29, the Minister of Magic Leonard Spencer Muen postponed the implementation of Education Act No. 14 that night, and announced that the Wizengamore Supreme Hearing would be held on February 7. Retrial of the case of Amandodippet's human test.

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On February 3, the Hogwarts evacuation plan was launched again. 70% of the students rejected the evacuation plan. The number of evacuated students from the Disaster Defense Department of the Ministry of Magic was 213, and the remaining 900 students still chose Stay in school.

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On February 7th, Albus Dumbledore attended Wisengamao and showed evidence that the half-man king was not the former headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando Dipeter. Of course, the Hogwarts school did not disclose the true identity of the instigator, the half-man king, and more information is still under further investigation.

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On February 15, Osivia Romanov, director of the Soviet Defense Against the Dark Arts Department and teacher of the Hogwarts Transfiguration Course, appeared in court to testify for Principal Dipeter, confirming that the half-man king had someone else. The authorities of the Soviet Ministry of Magic did not provide any explanation for the true identity of the half-man king.

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On February 27, after a twenty-day trial, the Wissengamer and the twenty-eight pure-blood family jury voted. In the end, Armando Dipeter won 15:13 votes and was finally acquitted. However, the seats of the Presiding Judge and Royal Honor Magician were cancelled.

Armando Dipeter will return to Hogwarts at the end of March. The Ministry of Magic resumed its wanted for the permanent death of the half-man king, and the true identity of the half-man king is still under investigation.

The soft sound of newspaper reading rang in Hoffa's ear. It was now March, and the bright spring light shone into the corridor along the top of the dilapidated auditorium. There was a blue sky in the sky, and outside the corridor were students coming and going. They carried ladders and walked everywhere.

In the hallway, a gray-haired boy carried a walking stick and moved slowly like a disabled person. He has pale golden eyes and a blue-and-white striped medical gown. The nails of his ten fingers are as thin as cicada wings, so transparent that he can see the bright red tender flesh below.

Hoffa is carrying out the physical recovery task set by the school doctor for him, walking three kilometers a day.

Beside him is a chestnut-haired girl with a short ponytail and round glasses. She held Hoffa with a stick in one hand, and a newspaper in the other, reading to him one after another.

Hoffa listened quietly as he walked. Occasionally someone would come over to say hello to him, and he would smile back.

But in order to keep talking less, he still tried his best to take a position with fewer people, because there were too many people greeted him.

He can't talk too much now.

At this moment, more than a month has passed since the thrilling life and death battle between himself and Silby. Hoffa's face was still pale, but he was much better than before.

God knows how painful he has been this month. When he just woke up from a coma in the first few days, the bones all over his body were like chalk. They shattered when touched. He could crush and fracture his jaw. This was probably the closest he had ever been to Guimenguan in his life.

Because of that extreme blood bloom, his black hair with ears turned into short gray hair.

At first, Hoffa thought that after the old hair fell, he would be fine. Unexpectedly, the new ones are still gray.

This makes him a little uncomfortable, because this gray hair always reminds him of Silby. But after watching it for a few days, he also had to accept this reality.

Fortunately, his appearance has not become aging, which is the only thing to be thankful for.

In the second half of the semester, all classes in the school were suspended, but most of the students still chose to stay at the school. As for the reason, Hoffa felt that perhaps most ordinary people might be the same as himself, and he did not want to watch the school destroyed .

When passing a collapsed tower, Hoffa saw a group of students running over a row of rocks using a floating spell.

Under the collapsed tower, some senior students wielded their magic wands, and some lower students simply carried timber on their shoulders. There are also many scaffolding on the tower.

There are also some teachers holding drawings downstairs, pointing at the gaps in the building, Bibi draws pictures, and there are many scaffolding on the height of the tower.

People come and go, almost everyone is very busy.

All the work and tasks of the school were transferred to post-disaster reconstruction, and all courses were stopped. In fact, Hoffa felt that learning things like this was faster.

It's just that he doesn't have the ability to rebuild the school with others, and now his bones are a little harder than glass.

Standing in the distance, he used a wooden stick to sweep away a piece of gravel by his feet, saw a few bottles containing specimens, and carefully identified them. Only then discovered that this was the tower where Slytherin stored potions.

"Poor Slytherin, the damage is the worst."

Miranda whispered beside Hoffa.

"How long do you think it will be done?" Hoffa asked as he walked.

"It won't work for a few years," Miranda said lightly, holding Hoffa's arm, "but the school has not been closed, it's already a blessing."

The two passed through the collapsed building and passed the gate of Hogwarts castle. As the first line of defense when the explosion came, the gate of Hogwarts was the worst damaged.

There are crowds of people here, many people are shouting loudly, waving their magic wands, nearly fifty fifty using the floating spell, slowly pulling up a new brown wooden door and placing it in the original iron door position.

"Oak Door"

Hoffa's heart moved.

Miranda put down the newspaper and stood beside Hoffa

"You protected the main facilities of the school, but as you can see the gate of the school was blown up. However, the cost of the iron gate is a bit high, especially at this time, so the school can only replace the oak gate."

Miranda shrugged. "But if you want me to say, that's not bad. At least the school is still there and the students are still there."

"If I could find out sooner," Hoffa murmured.

"The spirit of Hogwarts is not just a few rubble buildings." Miranda said lightly, pulling Hoffa's arm.

"Keep walking, you only walked less than three hundred meters today."

"Well."

Hoffa moved forward slowly, and after a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.

Seeing the oak door slowly being hoisted up to the castle gate, Hoffa remembered something. If he didn’t remember it, the gate in the original book was the oak door. He thought he was changing history, but if he thought about it, he felt like Nothing has changed.

When the two walked to the Black Lake, Hoffa was panting, so Miranda let him rest on a fragment of the statue by the lake for a while.

After a short rest, Hoffa found that even the entire plot of land had been overturned, and he even saw an office on the basement floor.

He seemed to have been to that office, and when he thought about it carefully, it turned out to be Osivia's office.

The formerly gloomy office is now exposed to the sun. It has not been repaired before, and it is in a mess.

Osivia hadn't seen Hoffa for a while, because she had gone to the Ministry of Magic and had been running around for the case of Amando Dipete, working with the other deans to restore the school to normal operation.

Standing on a high place and watching for a while, Hoffa turned his head and said to Miranda, "Let's go down and see if there is nothing damaged."

"How could it be possible? This is the first place to be affected by the explosion."

Miranda said.

"Let's check it out, in case there is more."

Hoffa handed the arm to Miranda, and Miranda helped him slowly down the slope.

After walking into this abandoned office, Hoffa found that it was still completely rotten, all the porcelain and decorative utensils were shattered, leaving only a few tattered clothes.

Indeed, as Miranda said, nothing has survived.

However, when he reached the depths of the office, Hoffa's walking stick stabbed a few sheets of paper, and he barely bent over to pick it up.

It turned out to be an old newspaper, and he shook the rubble and dust from the newspaper.

There are several black-and-white photos in the newspaper, which record a corpse sticking to the ice. The newspaper recorded the murder of the Minister of Magic of the Soviet Union last year.

This is the old newspaper that Osivia always keeps with her.

It was not destroyed.

Hoffa thought for a while, and kept the old newspaper by his side.

"What's that?" Miranda asked casually.

"Nothing, a souvenir. Help me up."

Miranda took Hoffa's arm and walked onto the flat ground. At this time, he saw a boy sitting in a wheelchair opposite him, being pushed by a few green-robed Slytherins to the black lake to watch the scenery.

Seeing the wheelchair, Hoffa was instinctively surprised.

Then he recovered, it was not Silby, but Tom Riddle.

He was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown similar to his own, and was pushed in a wheelchair by several green-robed Slytherins.

This old enemy's final fate this year was similar to him. Most of Hoffa's injuries were physically, while Riddle's injuries were mentally.

The last curse technique caused him too much burden.

The school doctors diagnosed him that he was probably unable to walk normally for nearly a year, or even to study normally.

Tom Riddle also saw Hoffa, but he glanced at him indifferently, then turned his head.

"Do you want to go over and see?"

Miranda asked in a low voice.

After looking at the wheelchair by the Black Lake with some complicated eyes, Hoffa shook his head and whispered "Next time."

For some reason, he didn't want to face Riddle, presumably Riddle didn't want to see him either. Last time their cooperation was also helpless under the crisis. After all, the differences in their personalities were too great.

Hoffa, the goal of the three-kilometer road, was completed very slowly, and it was not until dusk that he completed the tasks prescribed by the school doctor.

After returning to school, Hoffa returned to his ward with the help of Miranda.

The ward is very spacious. On the left is a pile of gifts as high as people, and on the right is a pile of snacks and letters full of sheets. Those were given to him by students at Hogwarts. Compared with the embarrassment of being injured last year, Hoffa has become a celebrity in the school this year.

This makes him very uncomfortable, if he can, he still feels comfortable when no one pays attention.

As soon as he sat down, he was out of breath.

Miranda, lying in a chair, reads the newspaper while handing him a glass of water.

In the newspaper, the dispirited principal Amando Dipeter said under the flashlights of a row of reporters, "Health is my demand. Are these methods correct? No. But my starting point is to protect the school. Hostile soldiers, I have a clear conscience. I only hope that in the last days of my life, I can protect this place.

"Thank you." Hoffa took the water glass.

"Hmm." Miranda turned a page of the newspaper.

"Does the newspaper say when Osivia will be back?" Hoffa put his still somewhat inflexible legs on the bed.

"No"

Miranda turned a page of the newspaper calmly, not seeming to care about him very much.

Hoffa tore a piece of chocolate frog, put it in his mouth, bit off half of the frog, and asked, "Will she not come back?"

"I don't know, why are you so anxious to see her"

"I just ask casually."

"Ha ha."

Miranda smiled, seeming noncommittal.

At this time, there was a jingle outside the door. There were also silver bells of laughter and chatting. Hoffaton felt bad. He immediately moved his legs into the bed and covered him with the quilt. He watched Miranda whispered, "I'm asleep, you know?"

"Hmm."

Miranda groaned absently.

After talking and laughing with a few nurses pretendingly.

Aglaia pushed open the door and whispered in disdain, "I don't even have a bone spirit, Hogwarts is really a **** school."

Then, the little girl swayed in with a long medicine bottle. Her silver hair was twisted into a bun at the back of her head, and she was also wearing a white operating uniform that was unique to potions.

Hoffa squeezed his hands in horror on the bed, closed his eyes, swallowed his saliva and began to pretend to sleep.

Because he is not able to exercise vigorously, the school doctor Reiner said that he has some osteoporosis and it takes about a month of conditioning to return to normal.

But Aglea, who was a little impatient, had to concoct a bone spirit for him. That's right, it was the thing that later generations Harry drank after Lockhart had pulled the bones in his arms.

Hoffa swears that it is the most horrible thing he has ever drunk in his life. There is no one. Although the color is transparent and watery, it tastes like horse urine mixed with nitroglycerin and ether. Drinking once will never want to drink the second. Times.

Aglaia took the potion and ran to Hoffa's bed and took a look.

"Yeah, I fell asleep again."

Miranda flipped through a page of the newspaper, and said weakly, "No, no today, no before, he puts out the trash can for the bone spirits you prepare every day."

Hoffa in the bed almost vomited a mouthful of blood. What happened to Miranda today, he sold him in a blink of an eye. He also shook the matter of throwing medicine before him.

Sure enough, the next second, the light in front of him was bright, Aglaia suddenly lifted the quilt, and stood in front of him with a gloomy smile, "Well, you Horva dare to pour my medicine."

Hoffaser shrank on the bed, covering his face and screaming, "Please don't let me drink that stuff. I want to die if I drink it once."

"No, you have to drink it"

Without saying a word, she put her hand under Hoffa's ribs and racked him up. Hoffa's body was weak, unable to hold Aglaia, and was afraid of breaking his bones, so he could only sit up sadly.

"Miranda, you bastard"

"Well."

Miranda flipped through a page of the newspaper and slumped in a chair without raising her head.

"You double-faced, traitor." Hoffa said slightly angrily.

"Oh."

Miranda changed to a more comfortable position and looked up to read the newspaper.

"Twenty-five boys, white-eyed wolf."

"what."

A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of Miranda's mouth, and she continued to read the newspaper.

"You" he couldn't keep scolding.

Because Aglaia was trying to open Hoffa's mouth with a spoon, trying to force the Bone Spirit to feed it down.

Hoffa, who was unable to exercise vigorously, had to gritted his teeth, his head turned into a rattle, and looked like a delicate girl who was strongly kissed by a wretched uncle.

Aglaia was very angry, so she put down the long bottle with the bone label again, and began to pinch Hoffa's chin with her hands.

After prying for a long time, Aglaia squeezed for a long time, and found that the man was very determined not to take medicine, so she turned to look at Miranda who was reading the newspaper.

"Are you here to help"

"Do not."

Miranda slumped in the chair, pushed his glasses, and flipped through the newspaper.

"Hey"

"If he doesn't want to drink, don't stuff it, because the bones are on him anyway."

Miranda looked like her husband after returning home after a busy day at work, and didn't want to answer any questions from his wife, but only wanted to read the newspaper.

"you"

As soon as Agleia's fingers pressed hard, he clicked, but Hoffa's front tooth fell out.

Hoffa was anxious, "What are you doing, I finally got all my teeth"

Aglaia quivered her fingers, quickly retracted the spoon, and said stiffly, "It's up to you to cooperate earlier."

"You try that thing with a drink"

"It's okay, it's the same as the glass. If you don't drink it, don't drink it. Look at your teeth, it's ugly."

Aglaia hugged her arms and muttered a few words.

After a while, she tucked the Sehofa quilt again and whispered, "I can't do it, I have to succeed."

Miranda pushed his glasses, slumped in a chair and flipped through a page of newspaper, disdainfully saying, "Born to work hard."

At this time, suddenly a bell rang outside the door.

It is the ringtone for shifts.

Aglaia and Miranda can only accompany him during the day. At night, he was taken care of by the school doctor and potions teacher Horace Slughorn.

They are responsible for administering medicine to Hoffa and performing some restorative operations on him.

Aglaia looked outside and said to Miranda, "Let's go."

Ok. "

Miranda put away the newspaper, "See you in the seventh greenhouse, and follow the repair yesterday."

They are also very busy and want to participate in the school's reconstruction task.

"I want to go too."

Hoffa said, "I almost rot in my bed."

"Lie down, you want to run around without taking medicine."

Aglaia glared at him.

Miranda stretched, yawned, and walked casually by Hoffa's bed.

Then she suddenly grabbed Hoffa's chin and squeezed Hoffa's mouth, making Hoffa's mouth open in an o-shape.

"fast"

Aglaia knew, she quickly grabbed the bottle of nitroglycerin horse urine on the bedside table and slammed it into Hoffa's mouth.

He grumbled a big mouthful.

Rao, a man with many battles like Hoffa, couldn't help but stare in horror under this sudden attack.

After forcibly filling, the glass jar was pulled out, pulling out a trace of crystal clear mucus. Liquid dripped from the corner of Hoffa's mouth.

"Cough, cough, vomit"

Hoffa coughed violently and coughed up tears. He trembled and said humiliatedly, "Asshole you two, give me and wait."

"Hahaha" Aglaia laughed triumphantly.

Miranda teased "Wait until you are twenty?"

After speaking, the two girls made a grimace at him and ran out hand in hand with a smile.

"Damn, damn"

He was holding his throat, coughing and panting, the terrible smell choked him to tears.

But coughing and coughing, Hoffa's eyes turned to the door. He coughed gradually, his expression was serious, and he sat up slowly.

Standing at the door was not the school doctor Reiner or Professor Slughorn, but a bald man in a black robe and a red collar, and a tall man with a auburn beard.

It turned out to be Dumbledore and Minister of Magic Leonard Spencer Muen.