Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

One day in 1940, Ruber Hager, who was only eleven years old, saw a strange-looking guy.

It was raining heavily that day, and under the flash of lightning, a thin figure stood in the rain. He had gray hair, studded earrings, and was wearing a black vintage leather jacket and black high-top leather boots.

However, the most striking thing is his pale golden pupils, shining in the dark, like flames that will never go out. He stared at him for three seconds, and those eyes immediately stung him.

Afterwards, the boy bent over and stretched out his hand and said, "Hey, are you okay."

......

Drops of rain dripped from the worn neon tube, and in the damp and dirty alley, Hoffa stretched out his palm to the big man who had fallen on the ground and looked strangely immature.

He always felt that this person seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

Ruber Hagrid looked at the juvenile who was still convulsing and foaming in the trash pile nearby, and his head lowered more severely.

"Are you okay?" Hoffa tilted his head. "You are a wizard, right?"

"I am not... I am not..."

The big man covered his face in horror and stepped back, but behind him was a wall, unable to retreat.

Hoffa felt a bit of a headache. He finally met someone with magical fluctuations. How did this guy look like an autistic child.

He stepped forward, reached out his hand, and grabbed the big man's shirt.

With a scream, Hoffa abruptly pulled him up. After pulling up, Hoffa was stunned.

The opponent is three heads taller than himself, at least 1.9 meters tall, and sturdy like a cow, but this strong and scary guy is as frightened as the angry little daughter-in-law at the moment, his tears are blurred, and he cries loudly.

While crying, he took out a few crumpled banknotes from his trouser pocket and handed them to Hoffa.

"Give you... all to you... don't... don't hit me..."

Hoffa was stunned, did the other party misunderstand something?

He let go.

"I want to ask..."

Before he finished speaking, the moment he let go, the tall, strange-looking boy lost his money and ran away. Stumbled.

When turning at the entrance of the alley, he accidentally frightened a stray dog ​​looking for food in the garbage dump, and the stray dog ​​barked at him.

He rolled on the spot in fright, rolled to the ground, and then climbed up with his hands and feet together, and in the blink of an eye, he ran without a trace, leaving Hoffa standing there scratching his head.

Turning his gaze to the few banknotes on the ground, he bent down and picked it up. It was Muggle coins, which totaled about twenty shillings.

Does this guy consider himself a money grabber?

Hoffa tried to catch up, but found that the magical power fluctuated as thin as a balance spring, and the opponent was suppressing his magical power.

This made him hesitate.

Do you want to catch up?

Standing on the spot thinking for a while, Hoffa decided to go back and inquire about some news. This kid was a bit weird. It would not be too late to change money and ask for directions after he asked for his identity.

But when he returned to the door of the small restaurant with twenty shillings, he found that Aglaia was no longer in the doorway. Through the glass, he saw Aglaia sitting in the shop at some point and was eating. Chew.

I saw her sitting at the dining table, holding a chicken wing in one hand and a spoon in the other, holding the borscht on the plate, her mouth full of greasy. There is also a waiter who serves her.

Hoffa helped his forehead. This guy is really an animal who lives in the moment. He fights when he is unhappy, runs away when he is hungry, and eats when he is hungry.

He opened the door of the shop and sat across from Aglaia. As the rain dripped from his hair, Aglaia moved the plate, bulging his cheeks and said, "Don't let the water fall into my bowl."

Hoffa sneered: "I didn't get the Muggle money. After eating, you can pay for the dishes in the restaurant."

Aglaia's eyes widened, he was stunned for a second, and then picked up a chicken wing at a lightning speed and threw it into Hoffa's mouth, saying, "Now you have eaten too, so you and I will brush it together. "

Hoffa...

Aglaia retracted her fingers, spread her hands with greasy mouth, and shook her silver head and said, "It's a big deal, just pay the gold and Jialong. Muggles don't even know the gold coins, right."

"There are only three or four gold coins. You pay one for a meal. How many meals can you eat?"

"We can eat more." Aglaia laughed.

"okay."

Hoffa took out the strange boy's twenty shillings from his pocket: "After this meal, accompany me to find someone."

"Eh, didn't you get it in exchange?"

Aglaia looked at the paper money pasted on the table and asked curiously, "Why is this Muggle money wet?"

"Not in exchange."

Hoffa picked up a piece of bread and put it in his mouth. "I snatched it."

"Ah! Just you!?"

Aglaia looked disbelief: "What's the matter with you this year? You beat your boss again and grabbed money along the street. Did you oversecrete hormones?"

Hoffa rolled his eyes, did not answer, and simply ate a few breads to fill his stomach. He got up and walked to the counter, intending to find out some news.

Behind the tavern counter was a boss who was wiping glasses. He was fat, had a beard and was yawning. He looked quite enthusiastic when he saw Hoffa coming.

"Hello, will you check out?"

Hoffa nodded and settled the bill with the wet banknotes. He asked, "Boss, do you know a place called Heilzburg near here?"

"Heilzburg?"

The tavernkeeper was taken aback, he looked up and thought for a long time.

"It's really strange. I have lived for more than forty years and have never heard of this place."

Haven't heard of it...I guess it's normal. These British wizards don't have many skills, but the ability to hide oneself and eliminate the sense of existence is first-rate. Muggles who want to come to Scotland would not know a place like Hogsmeade.

Hoffa then changed the question.

"The boss, do you have a very tall but very young strange guy here."

The fat boss who wiped the cup opened his eyes wide: "You mean the stupid guy from Hager's home in the suburbs?"

Hagrid... when those two words pierced Hoffa's ears, there was a bridge in his head that connected the past and the future, the reality and the illusion.

"Hagrid, Ruber Hagrid?"

Hoffa asked again in disbelief.

"Yeah, Ruberhagrid, that's a fool."

The boss said casually.

"Just like his father Norbert Hagrid, he's a fool. Why, he got you into trouble?"

Hoffa's head still didn't turn around a bit.

Hagrid? That half-blood giant, a fan of magical beasts, and one of the most important supporting roles in the future Harry Potter era, was he met so casually? The world is too small, no wonder when I met him just now, I felt a little familiar.

It's just that he seems to be a little different from the man in his impression, Hagrid in his impression is not so persuaded, right.

Besides, he was obviously a wizard, how could he be beaten in the trash by a few Muggle boys?

After he came to this world, he had only seen a few people in the original works, whether Dumbledore or Tom Riddle, they all behaved like in the original works. But why is Ruberhager so different from what he thinks, he is neither brave nor good at speaking, and can even fall when he is scared by a dog.

Is this still the half-giant who raises dragons in the house, spiders in the forbidden forest, and takes a big dog when he goes out?

Seeing Hoffa not speaking, the tavern owner said to himself: "Trouble is normal, the old drunkard Hagrid has drunk his mind through drinking. Not a day has been normal. It is estimated that his son's mind is inherited from him... ."

Out of great curiosity, Hoffara took a chair, sat opposite the tavernkeeper, and asked, "Where does he live?"

The tavernkeeper stared at Hoffa's strange eyes with some curiosity, but looked at Hoffa's vintage leather jacket, and felt that he was not a child of ordinary people, so he said.

"The father and son live in a dark house on the outskirts. I advise you not to approach there. The family is very wicked, very wicked..."

"Evil door?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Isn't it evil? I tell you that the child named Ruber is only 11 years old this year, and he is taller than the tallest relative in my family. It must have been something abnormal."

"It's pretty wicked."

Hoffa absent-mindedly agreed, which is really evil for Muggles. But of course he knew why Hagrid grew so tall. It was because he had a giant mother. Now 1.9 meters is still short for him. When he reaches adulthood, he will be more than three meters tall.

"But you haven't told me where he lives." Hoffa repeated.

"What are you doing with this?" said the tavern owner. "You are a child of a decent family at first glance. Don't delay your future because of curiosity."

Hoffa smiled and said, "It's okay, you can talk about it."

"You are quite brave." The tavernkeeper curled his lips. "Guess what Rubb eats to grow up like this?"

"What have you eaten?"

The boss looked around, and the **** secretly lowered his voice and said, "Cannibalism."

"Huh?" Hoffa was startled.

The boss shook his head: "You still don't believe me. Look at your appearance as an outsider. I tell you that in the past few years, people on our side often went hunting in the back hills of the small town, and nothing happened.

Later, since the old madman Norbert Hagrid moved in, those Orion hunters have disappeared one after another. Our mayor took someone to find it. After searching in the woods for many days, only one head was found. Guess where did you find it?

"Where is it?" Hoffa moved closer.

"In the shit."

Hoffa: Σ(?□?;)

"There is a lump of **** the size of a dining table in the woods, and there is an undigested head in it."

The tavern owner opened his arms and gestured, and said with lingering fear: "It's really terrible, terrible. We caught the old madman and questioned him. He refused to admit that he did it himself, but we went to his house to have a look. , A lot of various messy equipment, it looks like a laboratory."

"the scientist?"

Hoffa asked quickly.

"A **** scientist, a scientist is a very decent job, just like Sir Isaac Newton is called a scientist, that man is a lunatic, an alcoholic, a murderer, and a maniac."

The boss paused and pointed to Hoffa and said sternly: "So, I advise you not to approach that place. This is not a children's adventure story. Otherwise, something is wrong, don't say I haven't reminded you."

"Since you say that, why don't you arrest him?"

"No evidence."

The boss resumed his absent-minded attitude, and he shrugged: "That cunning old fellow Norberhager must have deceived the police by some unknown method."

Hoffa's eyes drifted to the flame of the fireplace, and he groaned. If he remembers correctly, Hagrid's father should also be a wizard.

He had no impression about Hagrid when he was young, except that he had a giant mother.

However, from the words of these townspeople and the scene they saw before, it is speculated that this is not popular with the wizards and fathers in this small town. Not only is it unpopular, but it may also be charged with unproven charges.

However, if you only look at your current situation.

It is very necessary for him to see the future Hogwarts hunting ground guard. Besides, he still owes Hagrid twenty shillings. More importantly, if Heilzburg is a wizarding secret realm, it would definitely be useless to ask these Muggles. The best option is to ask an adult wizard.

He raised his head and looked at the tavern owner: "Could you please tell me the specific address?"

The fat owner of the tavern was quite annoyed and said: "Young man, don't listen to the old man, otherwise, you will suffer."

Hoffa shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I still hope you can tell me his address."

The tavern clerk asked, and put the cup on the table honestly: "I won't stop you if you are looking for death. Go forward, turn left, and walk until the river turns. You can see a black house in the woods. ,That is."

Hoffa jumped off the table and nodded to the boss.

"Thank you."

At this time, Aglaia also finished eating, she wiped her mouth and came to Hoffa's side: "Go, let's get on the road."

Hoffa shook his head: "I'm going to find someone to return the money to him."

Aglaia was taken aback: "Did you really grab the money?"

"Not really, but I want to go."

Looking at the crackling rain outside, Aglaia hesitated and said, “I don’t know if there is enough time. When I took over this job, they only gave me one month. Now it’s not close to delivery. Oh my god."

"Then I have to go even more." Hoffa said, "We don't know the way."

"Don't you know this tavernkeeper?" Aglaia asked.

"You expect a Muggle to know the wizard's secret realm. It's unrealistic." Hoffa said, "Follow me."

Aglaia nodded, she was curious: "Hoffa, who is the one who gave you the money?"

Hoffa said: "Future student."