Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Vol 3 Chapter 25: , Foolish

The next day, it rained heavily in London.

The ink-colored sky kept changing shape, and the heavy rain fell on the broken spire of the church, splashing a mist of smoke that rose and fell from time to time. Suddenly thick and thin, continuous ups and downs. It flowed down the eaves again, and it began to resemble broken beads, and gradually became a line. More and more water on the ground converges into streams.

The first floor of the broken church.

The two guarding wizards chatted one after another. They were here to show the Muggles and prevent the Ministry of Magic from rushing to inspect the underground business. But today, they have a more important additional task.

Prevent the young boss from abandoning them mercilessly.

At this time, the trap door leading to the underground hotel was pushed open. A young girl in a gray transparent poncho came out, carrying a big bag and wearing round glasses.

The two guards who were chatting immediately stopped talking, staring at the girl's back all over, as if they thought that another person might come out from behind.

But they didn't see anyone else, only a girl with chestnut hair.

The girl put the transparent poncho over her head and nodded to the two wizards who were watching: "Morning."

"Where is the boss, aren't you with you?"

One of the wizards asked warily.

The girl shrugged: "Who knows, maybe sleeping."

Then she waved: "Goodbye, this shop is really good."

After speaking, she tightened her backpack and strode into the heavy rain curtain.

The two wizards looked suspiciously at the girl's back, and then at the closed trapdoor.

"Nothing happened..."

"Is the boss really sleeping?"

"Maybe he doesn't really want to go to school."

"I didn't let my daughter go to school... Hogwarts is more dangerous than London these days."

"That's natural, speaking of it, do you know what happened last year..."

.......

The broken canopy on the street made a violent, crisp sound, like a dump truck pouring down rocks. The stones lifted by the violent wind were mixed with heavy rain, which made people unable to resist, and the air was filled with mineral dust and water mist.

Under the rain curtain, Miranda calmly walked to the corner, then grabbed a transparent figure in the rain and ran away.

Hoffa was dragged out of the disillusioned state. He dragged a large brown box and wore a blue poncho. The two ran to the banks of the Thames on the stagnant water, where a small boat that was bumping in the rain was parked. After boarding the boat, the two emptied the rain from the boat. Miranda snapped her fingers, and the boat started moving in the turbulent inner city river.

Hoffa wiped the rain from his face, feeling a lingering fear: "Damn it's horrible, these people won't let me go to school."

Miranda rolled her eyes: "Then why do you want to open this shop? It's too scumbag to be irresponsible after opening it."

"Why do they always follow me," Hoffa said, "I was forced."

Miranda glanced at Hoffa deeply: "You are no longer alone."

These words made Hoffa goose bumps all over his body, and he shuddered, not wanting to speak.

When the two walked by water to the vicinity of King's Cross Station, the rain still didn't stop, but there were signs of getting worse. The surrounding water was misty, and they couldn't see anything clearly. They didn't even conceal it, so they got into the nine and three-quarters of the station grandiosely.

Compared with last year, the number of people at the station has been reduced by nearly half. The rain curtain is like a veil, and there is empty darkness behind it. The student who was wrong with him only focused on his own affairs and did not look like a real person, but just a silent figure.

At the beginning, Hoffa thought he had come too early, but when he came to sit down in the carriage, Miranda said: "This year there are half fewer students at Hogwarts. After that incident last year, many parents have stopped The students are sent to school."

Hoffa: "Is it safer outside than Hogwarts?"

"Many wizards have immigrated to the United States, what do you think."

Miranda looked out the window again: "I suddenly felt that Aglaia would not come this year."

"What?" Hoffa was startled.

"Do you think her family will take the risk of sending the heir to Hogwarts? I don't think she will. I even suspect that she has been sent to the United States, otherwise my owl will not be found. she was."

Hoffa kept silent, but in his heart he thought of a brief conversation he had with her mother. Did she really believe her words and sent her stubborn and wayward daughter to the United States?

"Do you miss her?" Miranda asked.

"No."

Hoffa denied: "I feel it's easy for me to be away from her."

"Really?"

Asked Miranda.

Hoffa said nothing, he felt that his words were half-truth and half-false.

"The separation in the war years is too common." Miranda said calmly, "If she does go elsewhere, I would be happy for her."

"Then you are too happy."

A cold voice came from outside the door.

Hoffa sighed slightly, Miranda raised her eyebrows and turned her head, only to see two girls standing at the door of the carriage.

A silver hair, wearing a long plaid dress with dark diamonds.

The other has long blond hair and looks like a senior girl. She was wearing a Hogwarts school gown with a shiny silver eagle on her collar. This was a prefect of Ravenclaw College.

Miranda stood up: "Aglaia."

"Why, I haven't left yet, you wish I had left?" Aglea looked bad.

"Don't tell me your family doesn't think this way." Miranda spread her palms.

"They do, but you are not allowed to have them." Aglaia said forcefully.

"Well, I'm guilty, hehe."

Miranda raised her hand to surrender, and then she hugged Aglaia, smiled and pulled Aglaia to her side, pointed to the senior blond girl next to her and asked, "This is?"

Aglaia was very helpful because of this hug. She looked at Miranda's expression suddenly changed. Not only was she not angry, but she forced her face to the floor with excitement, and said with an urn: "My cousin. Sherlock Bohan."

"That's it."

Miranda nodded to her. "Hello, Prefect Bohan."

The tall girl also nodded to Miranda, but her eyes stayed on Hoffa by the window.

Hoffa sat in the seat and did not move. At the moment he saw Aglaia appear, there was an inexplicable embarrassment. The last time she was slapped heavily in front of her by her mother, and she was misunderstood to death by her mother, this made him unable to treat this friend with the same attitude as before.

But after all I haven't seen him in a month, he still has two words, "Hey, Aglaia."

"Hey, Hoffa."

Aglaia hesitated for a while and greeted him, then reached out his hand to pat Hoffa's shoulder. But seeing the other's forced smile, Aglaia felt the embarrassment in the air. He withdrew his hand in a jealous manner.

Miranda squinted his eyes and looked around between Hoffa and Aglaia, then set his gaze on the standing senior prefect, and suddenly understood something.

She stepped forward slightly, blocking the gaze from the prefect: "Is there anything else Senior Sister?"

The senior girl shook her head and turned her head with a smile: "It's okay, I'll send Aglaia over, so is it convenient for me to sit here?"

Miranda was taken aback, but was too embarrassed to say no directly, so she stepped aside: "Of course."

The senior prefect Ravenclaw walked over to Aglaia and sat down.

Hoffa glanced at Miranda, but Miranda had already taken out a copy of Zarathustra's Sayings from her backpack. He covered his expression and read with Erlang's legs tilted up. An expression of what you do to me.

The three normal friends turned into four, and the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing. Now, with the addition of an unknown female prefect, the atmosphere is even more wonderful.

The female prefect asked curiously: "Are you the boy who cast the Shield Curse last year?"

Hoffa glanced at each other. She had a few freckles on her face, but she was still good-looking, with a high nose and big eyes. Although not as exaggerated as Aglaia, she was also a seven-to-eighth beauty.

But for some reason, Hoffa didn't want others to add a shield curse prefix to his name as soon as he was mentioned. Besides, everyone in the school knows about this, so why do you force it to mention it again?

"It's me." Hoffa said dryly.

"That's amazing. I heard that your hair used to be black."

"Yes it is."

"Are your eyes born?"

"Yes it is."

"That's amazing."

"Yes."

Miranda, who was watching Nietzsche by the side, seemed to see some interesting passage. He laughed and turned the page with his head shaking.

"No wonder Aglaia often talks about you." The female prefect said: "My father often mentions you, do you know my father?"

Hoffa glanced at Aglaia, her fingers were tangled together, and the blue veins could be seen on them. But she was bored this time, who had always said something. God knows what she has experienced this month.

He couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't want to know what the fifth grade girl was doing.

He stood up: "Sorry, urgency, I'll go to the toilet."

After speaking, he opened and closed the door and walked out of the carriage.

......

The storm is now at its peak, and its intensity may have reached its maximum. The clouded sky outside could not see a trace of light.

Seeing the crazy rainstorm outside, Hoffa began to feel a little irritable and tired. The adventures and fears of this time had overdrawn his spirit, and some subtle thoughts unconsciously penetrated his mind.

For a moment, he really hoped that Aglaia would go to America. She always brings herself some unimaginable negative problems.

Internship, adventure, or the inexplicable Ravenclaw female prefect... If she can go to the United States, will she be able to never see her again, will she be able to live a little more peacefully by herself? life.

After staying with her for a long time, talking to Miranda feels like getting a massage.

He watched the torrential rain outside the window, put his forehead against the window, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his irritable thoughts with the low temperature.

It would be great if I could stay alone.

He thought to himself, not to be disturbed by these inexplicable interpersonal relationships. These meaningless exchanges and emotions complicate life, make thoughts mixed, and eventually lose oneself...

After thinking about it, some fragmented images flickered into his mind. For some reason, he thought of the quarrel between himself and Aglaia at Hagrid's cottage.

Hoffa opened his eyes, a trace of fatigue and obscurity in his eyes. He didn't want to go back to that carriage, he wanted to walk around alone.

He began to wander down the long corridor of the train. The talking and laughing crowd in the carriage saw the man walking past the window. Some became excited, and some even poked out their heads to greet him.

Hoffa responded reluctantly, and immediately returned to an expressionless state after laughing, like a puppet wearing a mask. The feeling of wanting to be alone is getting stronger.

Finally, he found an empty carriage. It is not right to say that it is empty, because there is a smoking teenager standing outside the carriage. He is wearing a relaxed checkered shirt and is as thin as a drug addict. He has silver hair similar to Aglaia, and looks decadent. Beauty.

He stood alone at the door of the empty carriage with his arms folded, watching the pouring rain outside the train in a daze.

The moment the two passed by, he glanced at Hoffa and didn't say hello to him.

Hoffa walked into the empty carriage and sat in the corner, also looking out the window.

The heavy rain continued, and the Scottish mountains and wheat fields in the distance were like a gray impressionist oil painting, fuzzy and hazy, and nothing could be seen.

All the insignificant whispers sounded in his ears. The feeling of being restrained has diminished a lot, and he finally feels a little more comfortable. As a thirst stranded blue whale swims into the dark deep sea, his mind and spirit become more sensitive.

The more sensitive he is, the more tired he is.

The more tired he is, the more he wants to rest.

It seems to have gone through a long adventure, countless opponents, countless troubles, countless levels, countless jobs, countless failures, and come to this step.

A voice in his mind started to remind him.

have a rest.

Rest for a quarter of an hour, Hoffa.

Hoffa glanced at the long recliner beside him, and lay down involuntarily.

The wooden lounge chair seemed to suddenly become cotton candy.

As soon as he lay down, he sank.

Sunk one meter

Sunk two meters

Sank three meters

Ten meters

Twenty meters

Thirty meters

One hundred meters

Two hundred meters

.......

The diving blue whale passed through the deep ocean and fell into an endless fall like a free fall in countless bubbles.

Acceleration due to gravity.

Make him faster and faster.

It was as fast as a meteor that was about to hit the earth in a moment.

He fell into the depths of the earth.

Through the darkness of the core of the earth.

In the darkness, a pair of huge golden eyes looked at him.

He glanced at those eyes without much nostalgia.

He continued to fall.

Came to an unknown space.

There are brilliant and changeable colors here.

Red, yellow, blue, and purple, they are softly combined together. Gorgeous and beautiful.

And everything he wants.

The food of the future, McDonald's, KFC, pizza... There are also headphones, mobile phones, music, TV... those mobile phones, there are strange but kind faces on TV...

They opened their lips and said strange things

We are unprecedented

We are everything

We are one

......

He glanced at those faces and continued to fall...

Traveling through cells, molecules, atoms, nuclei, protons, quarks... continue to fall, faster and faster, as fast as the speed of light...

He saw a place of nothingness.

I saw only one recliner in the endless world.

That lounge chair was the one where I lay down.

That's right, he is about to lie down.

Even if you abandon everything behind you