Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"School brother?"

Aglaia puzzled: "Have you met someone you know here?"

"That's it."

Hoffa answered as he walked.

"Huh!?" Aglaia was startled, "Aren't you an orphan? Did you meet you who have been lost for many years"

Hoffa patted her on the head, "Shut up."

The town is not big, and according to the tavernkeeper's words, Hoffa quickly walked out of the town. At this moment, the rain was much smaller, and the drizzle turned into wandering mist, covering the river outside the town.

Not long along the river bank, Hoffa saw a small house crookedly. The house is so skewed, it is simply an ultra-low version of the Burrow. There are piles of **** around, weeds are growing, and there is a huge iron chimney at the top of the house.

The room was dark and there was no light at all. It stands among the dead trees, and the surrounding trees seem to have experienced a fire. There is not a single leaf, and the trunk is blackened.

Lifeless.

The wild dogs on the side of the road noticed the footsteps of the arriving people, and they stopped rumbling through the trash, their green eyes fixed on the direction of the sound.

When the thin figure appeared, the wild dog immediately dispersed among the weeds.

Aglaia stroked a tree trunk that had been burnt beside him, and asked in disbelief, "How can someone live in such a place?"

"Do you think everyone lives in the castle?"

Hoffa answered lightly.

"Hey, how do you talk?" Aglea gave him an unhappy punch.

Hoffa didn't answer, and walked to the door of the hut, knocked on the door a little, and no one answered.

After waiting for a while, he knocked harder, bang bang bang!

Still no response, he glanced through the window tiptoe, it was dark inside, and there was nothing to see.

Aglaia asked curiously, "Is there anything wrong, who are you looking for?"

"Do you know Ruberhagrid?"

"What the **** Hagrid wait a minute."

Aglaia was taken aback: "You said Hagrid?"

"how?"

"Noble Hagrid?"

"you recognize."

"Well, he is a very famous alchemist. I read his article in Wizard Magazine a few years ago, but he has disappeared for many years. I didn't expect to live in such a place."

Alchemist? Hagrid's father is actually an alchemist.

Hoffa thought about it carefully and found that the only alchemist he knew was Nick Lemay. Although I haven't seen him, I think this kind of person is not short of money, how could he live in this kind of place.

As he was thinking, Aglaia gave him a sudden stabbing.

"Do you smell it?"

Hoffa sniffed, but didn't pay attention just now. After Aglaia reminded him, he sniffed it carefully. As expected, there was a smell of blood mixed in the damp rain and mud.

The smell came from the house, his face changed, and when he pushed the door, the door was easily opened. It is not locked.

There was a black rumbling in the room, and Aglaia raised his wand: "Fluorescence is flying."

Spots of light flew out of her wand, illuminating the room brightly.

The horrible scene in the imagination did not appear, there was only a chicken feather on the ground, and the smell of blood was originally emitted from some dead chickens on the ground.

These poultry had just been slaughtered and plucked their hairs, and they were probably ready to be served, but the owner went out.

Hoffa was relieved and secretly blamed himself for being too sensitive.

However, by this moment, he also saw clearly the living environment of Hagrid as a child. The room was full of tattered furniture, two rows of raised sofas with springs, an old armchair, a rickety table, and old parchment scattered everywhere. Several candles that burned to the bottom were stuck on the table.

The ground was dripping with rainwater leaking from the roof, and there were a few weird crow masks hanging on the wall.

I picked up a piece of parchment and looked at it. It was full of incomprehensible text, as if it were German.

Putting down the parchment and looking around for a week, Hoffa's eyes were attracted by a wooden box by the fireplace.

There is no other reason. There is an egg in the weed in the wooden box, and that egg is the size of an ostrich egg.

When Hoffa saw this thing, the first thing Hoffa thought of was the thunderbird egg that was spat out by the thunderbird Taras two years ago, which was about the same size as it.

But it's not as gray as the eggs of thunderbirds or other creatures.

Its color is very strange. It has no fixed color at all. Under the fluorescent light, it changes colors slowly, as if a rainbow is flowing above it.

Hoffa's brain tried its best to find out the meaning of the color, but found that it exceeded his previous level of cognition.

Not only that, standing next to it, Hoffa seemed to be able to feel the emotion of this egg, which was an emotion that represented hunger.

What is this stuff?

He frowned, walked slowly to the gorgeous egg, bent down, and wanted to take a closer look.

As soon as he bent down, Hoffa felt that something on his body was flowing towards the egg. Then, the colorful colors on the egg quickly flowed and reorganized, and a pair of pale golden eyes appeared on the surface of the egg.

Hoffa looked at it.

It also looked at Hoffa.

It seems to be looking in a mirror.

Heads grew around the eyes, each with a different expression, they opened their mouths and began to speak.

Silent, but straight to the depths of the spirit.

We are unprecedented

We implement everything

We are one

Suddenly, a black path appeared in Hoffa’s spiritual world, as if he could walk directly over if he wanted to.

The meditation started automatically, and a tingling pain came from the depths of the brain, like a knife cut. The black path disappears.

At this moment, Hoffa got up with goose bumps all over his body, and he quickly got up and backed up and bumped into Aglaia.

Aglaia held Hoffa with her magic wand and asked, "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Hoffa looked at the egg with lingering fear. The face on the egg had disappeared, but he had just felt it clearly that this thing was devouring and fusing his own magic power.

"What's that?" He immediately asked Aglaia, Aglaia's knowledge reserve was so profound, Hoffa thought she would have an answer.

Aglaia took a look, shrugged and replied: "Dan, ostrich egg, hornbill egg, they are all possible, depending on this size."

Hoffa: "What's the joke, ostrich eggs will change color?"

"Discoloration?" Aglaia glared at Hoffa. "What the **** are you talking about, isn't it just a gray egg?"

The surroundings became quiet, Hoffa looked at Aglaia, and for a while, he swallowed: "You said, this thing is gray."

"Yeah."

Hoffa looked at the egg carefully, and there was no doubt that its surface was full of colorful colors. Was it his own eyes broken or Aglaia's eyes broken?

"But what I see clearly is colorful," he murmured.

"Really?" Aglaia's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "It's as mysterious as you said, it hasn't changed color at all."

While talking, she reached out her hand, trying to touch the egg.

But at this moment, bursts of crying came from a distance. Aglaia immediately withdrew his hand. I saw a tall figure and a small figure appearing outside the door in the rainy night. The short figure was berating the tall figure angrily.

"Fool, can't you even buy a drink?" Tons of drinking

"I, I don't know I will be caught"

"What do you know? Say, did you take it to buy snacks?"

"No money was robbed."

"Trash!" The man jumped up and slapped the boy's head. "Who took it away?"

"A guy with gray hair and golden eyes." Ruber Hagrid said, clutching his drawn head.

"Fool, be blind you, no one looks like that"

The short figure closed his mouth because he found that the door of his house was open, and the gray-haired, golden-eyed guy was looking at him in the house.

He stopped beating and scolding his son, and the two sides stood in the pale fog and looked at each other for a few seconds.

The short man and the tall boy formed a very strong contrast. If only looking at the silhouette, Hoffa would even confuse the identities of the two of them. But he knew that the short wizard should be Hagrid's father, a warrior who even went to giants.

However, the current situation is not a good time to interview and chat. In the wizard, Hoffa noticed an extremely unstable mental force field.

Suddenly, the short man smashed the wine without saying a word and drew out his wand.

"Faint!"

The red light came, and Hoffa had been wary. He raised his hand to be a shield curse, and the wine was crushed.

He turned around and hugged Aglaia, and immediately escaped into the ghost walk. The stun spell penetrated Hoffa's phantom without effect.

One hit missed, and the little man had no intention of negotiating. He jumped into the house furiously and swung his wand in wide open.

"All petrochemicals!"

"Bone to pieces!"

"There are so many obstacles!"

The magic in the air was violent, and the house was bombed into a mess. Ruber Hagrid in the distance was terrified. He rushed up and hugged Norbert Hager's arm: "Father Father"

"Get out of the way, idiot in the way!"

He elbows his son's belly and continues to prepare to wave his magic wand.

However, he waved his hand down, but he waved blankly.

His wrist crooked, and his wand was taken away and thrown on the ground.

Hoffa walked through the ghosts, and Aglaia pointed his wand at Noberhag's head, triumphantly threatening: "Don't move!"

In less than five seconds, the conflict was over. Only then did Hoffa see the true face of this man. He is almost a low-profile version of the future Hagrid.

He has a plump body and his eyes are brown as beads, and the whites of his eyes are almost invisible. He had messy beggar-like hair, and he was wearing a fur coat of an unknown creature. His body was full of alcohol and the bad smell of not taking a bath for a long time.

"who are you?"

When Aglaia held his wand against his head, Norbert stepped back and leaned on the table, his voice trembling: "Who sent you here, I have already withdrawn, and it has nothing to do with you!"

Hoffa puzzled: "What are you talking about?"

The dirty dwarf supported the table and slowly retreated in front of the egg in the fireplace, seemingly trying to hide something.

"what is that?"

Hoffa asked curiously.

"Nothing. The short man picked up a cooking spoon and waved it twice at Hoffa: "I warn you, don't come over. I will not give the results of my research to anyone, you are dead! "

"Ok."

Hoffa shrugged silently, thinking what's wrong with this guy. Are you afraid that others don't know what messy things you are studying?

But Hoffa didn't want to control all this. He said rationally: "I'm here to pay back the money, by the way to ask for directions. I just smelled blood when I entered your house, and I'm afraid that something happened to your house. Can you believe it?"

"Really?"

The man still pointed the spoon at Hoffa.

"Really."

"What does the smell of blood have to do with you? I didn't steal one or two!"

The man is quite nasty.

"It doesn't matter, I just saw your son."

Hoffa pointed to Hagrid who was in a daze next to him: "I accidentally took his money, it's that simple."

Noble looked at Hagrid suddenly, spit on him, the muscles on his face twisted: "Waste, waste!!"

He was almost sickly agitated.

Hoffa saw this scene, and suddenly his brain was split by an axe, and two voices appeared at the same time, one said, one pipe, the other said rationally, and it had nothing to do with you.

However, at this time, Aglaia said angrily: "Have you ever done this to your father?"

"Can you control it?" Norbert suddenly looked at him and roared, "How can I control my son, can you control it? He messed up his job, can you control it?"

Aglaia took out a Jin Jialong, put it on the table, and said, "Then I paid you back the money. From the result, did you make a profit instead?"

Nor did not speak anymore, he stared at Aglaia with one eye and Hoffa with one eye like a beast.

"The money is paid back, and we don't owe you anything. But you'd better be kind to your child, otherwise you will regret it, and wait for the moment he runs away." After Aglaia finished speaking, he came to Hoffa. .

"let's go."

Hoffa did not move, still facing Norberhag.

"Go." Aglaia reminded him.

"Is that a dragon egg behind you?" Hoffa asked Norbert suddenly.

"Also say no!!"

The man let out a short scream, as if he was crazy. He shuddered all over, raised his spoon, and pointed at Hoffa and Aglaia back and forth: "You said you weren't and you weren't! Don't even think about it. , Don’t want to get anything from me, anything!!!"

While speaking, he picked up the weird egg behind him and rushed to the spot where the wand was thrown.

Hoffa had expected it, he raised his palm, and several stone hands appeared on the ground, holding down his wand.

Unexpectedly, the crazy man suddenly turned around, flicked a shot, held the weird colored egg, and ran away.

He smashed Hoffa, and also smashed Ruber Hager, who was standing in place, who had been dumbfounded, and disappeared into the mist with a crackle. He left his wand and son in the broken house.

Seeing the man whose apparition disappeared into the mist, Hoffa and Aglaia were dumbfounded.

"What's the situation?"

Aglaia murmured, "Are we that scary?" 15