Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

He did not hesitate to enter a state of meditation. At this moment, his sea of ​​consciousness had become a colorful ocean, which was an ocean of countless faces of various colors.

They screamed and wailed frantically in Hoffa's spiritual world, and were distorted with indescribable anger.

His self-consciousness has completely become an island in the ocean.

This scene almost made him faint.

Last time, he was swallowed by this inexplicable will, and when he quarreled with Aglaia, he still noticed it.

But this time, he was swallowed by this will almost unaware, the cause is almost unknown.

Undoubtedly, if the smoking teenager hadn't caught him, he would have lost his self-awareness and would become a walking corpse driven by these strange faces.

The magic power of his whole body, even his life, was transformed into the electrified magic power of Thunderbird. After an unknown length of confrontation, he barely eliminated this terrible will in his brain.

When he woke up, it was completely dark.

The young man in a checkered shirt was sitting on the table in the carriage. The ground was littered with a pile of cigarette butts, and the choking smell in the air was almost suffocating.

Hoffa coughed a few times, his face pale as paper. Although he was very grateful that the other party held him at the last second when he lost his self-consciousness, the smell inside was really choking.

"Have you ever seen foolishness?" The boy flicked the soot and asked himself.

"Stupid?" Hoffa asked immediately, "Is that egg?"

"Egg? What kind of egg, foolishness is foolishness."

"What do you mean, can you make it clear?"

"Speak clearly? Can't say clearly." The thin bamboo pole boy spit out a puff of smoke and blew it on Hoffa's face: "If you insist on explaining, foolishness is a kind of spiritual power, a message, a symbol, which exists in the world, but there is no Entities, prolonged contact will annihilate and assimilate the existence of the self."

Then he sneered: "You really have you. I've seen foolishness and haven't been assimilated. How long have you persisted?"

"What do you mean? I don't quite understand." Hoffa said. "What are you talking about? What is a symbol?"

"There are many kinds of symbols in this world. When the personality of a certain powerful wizard or group of wizards spreads to the extreme, it will form a symbol, thereby destroying other personalities. This symbol will remain even after the wizard's death. Exist. Do you understand?"

When he talked, he said that Hoffa Yunshan Mist, he didn't understand it at all. After thinking for a long time, he only asked one sentence:

"Am I sick?"

"It can be understood that way."

"Then how to treat this disease?"

"There is no cure."

No cure! Hoffa was startled and didn't speak for a long time.

Smoking man: "Either you become a symbol or a branch of other people's symbols. This is the fate of wizards in this world, and no one can escape."

The boy lit a lighter, lit another cigarette, took a sip, and vomited deeply.

"Just like every one of us is going to die, death sooner or later is death."

He shook his head, shrugged, and jumped off the table: "The train has arrived. If you still want to catch the banquet, go and change your clothes."

After speaking, he wandered out of the carriage.

Hoffa got up with an excited spirit, "Hey, what's your name?"

But the man didn't answer at all. When Hoffa chased out of the carriage, he had disappeared, leaving only a stomped cigarette **** on the ground.

What a mysterious guy... Hoffa sighed, looked out the window, thinking about the two different moments of the invaded consciousness. He found that although this kind of moment arrived is very hidden, but the premise is the stability of the surrounding environment. been destroyed.

Last time it was Hagrid, this time it was the senior girl named Sherlock again. It seems that this spiritual force is forcing Hoffa to prevent him from making any changes...

The train has stopped, and the heavy rain has turned into a patter of light rain. The students stepped off the train one after another.

No matter what the foolishness and symbolism in that boy's mouth, he must return to Hogwarts quickly. Maybe he could find the answer in the library, maybe Dumbledore would have a way.

Hoffa looked at his watch, didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly ran to his original carriage.

When he returned to his original carriage, it was already empty, and his luggage and backpack were gone. Maybe it was taken away by house elves.

Hoffa looked at the ordinary Muggle clothes on his body. The secret path was bad. If he couldn't change clothes in the carriage and waited until he went to school, wouldn't it be too abrupt? Wouldn't everyone else wear school gowns and their own shirts... ..

Just as he was secretly annoyed, a faint accusing voice sounded behind him: "You have been in the toilet for long enough."

When he turned his head, in the open car door across the corridor, Aglaia was wearing a blue-black school gown, holding his clothes and sitting on a chair, with blue eyes shining in the dark.

"I thought you fell in the toilet."

After speaking, she handed over the clothes.

The other party was actually waiting for him here. God knows how long he waited. Looking at the school gown in the corridor, Hoffa felt a little uncomfortable. Just a few hours ago, he had the idea of ​​never wanting to see each other again.

He silently took the school gown, closed the door, and put it on.

After wearing it, he opened the door: "Thank you for your help."

"Thank Miranda," Aglaia turned her head and said lightly, "She asked me to wait for you here."

"Where is your cousin?" Hoffa asked.

"Go, go with Miranda."

The two got off the train and came to the school platform.

At this moment, the large army was in front, already far away from them. The rain in the sky has been rushing, and a group of first-year students can be seen struggling to hold a ferry ceremony on the turbulent black lake in the distance.

Aglaia drew out her wand and shook it slightly, her wand stretched out, and the top spread out, turning into an umbrella.

"Nice transfiguration." Hoffa exclaimed sincerely.

"Xianghou."

Probably the waiting time was a bit long, or maybe it was the resentment that Hoffa left them down, maybe the embarrassment of the summer vacation had not passed, in short, her words became very few.

Hoffa took the umbrella. Although Aglea was still one centimeter taller than him based on his current height, he took the umbrella and the two chased the large group in front.

The rain made a crackling sound on the umbrella, but other than that, there was no other sound. The silence of the bluffing companion made Hoffa feel a little uncomfortable.

He still remembered that when he was in the first grade, this guy could talk for an hour just to show off a potion.

"After the summer vacation, how did you spend it?"

Hoffa broke the silence.

"It's not too much, eat, get up, and sleep."

She said lightly.

"Did your mother embarrass you later?"

"No, she is my mother." Aglaia said.

Hoffa couldn't answer this. After a moment of silence, he asked directly: "What's the matter with you? There are so few words, not like you."

Aglaia glanced at Hoffa: "Are you, like Miranda, hope I won't come to school."

Hoffaru was struck by lightning, and he suddenly realized that this girl was not as careless as she usually seemed. He immediately wanted to deny it, but the second he hesitated had already caused Aglaia to turn his head.

For a period of time after that, the two did not have any extra communication, and they just walked.

.....

......

Coming to the main entrance of the school, a group of short first-year wizards stood in the rain. Above them, a transparent shield with a bright silver phoenix blocked the rain.

Dumbledore, the current dean and vice-principal of Ravenclaw, was standing on the stone steps, giving pre-entry lectures to the group of young wizards. He was wearing an elegant velvet coat, and his long robe tail floated slowly in the rain, without any rain.

Behind him, stood the prefects of the four major colleges.

After walking up the steps, Hoffa saw Aglaia's cousin, the prefect of Ravenclaw was staring at him and Aglaia, frowning slightly.

He handed it back the umbrella that his wand had turned into. Aglaia took it, turned and walked up the stairs without saying a word, passed by his cousin, and disappeared into the castle.

Hoffa felt a little uncomfortable. He hesitated for a moment, and after a certain distance from her, he walked up the stairs. Just before entering the hallway, Dumbledore stopped talking to the freshman:

"Wait a minute, Bach, I have something to do with you."

Hoffa stood still: "What's the matter."

Dumbledore walked to Hoffa and bent down: "This year I hope that after the sorting ceremony is over, you will announce the school's new arrangements for this year."

"What...?" Hoffa was taken aback when he heard this.

Dumbledore whispered: "You have seen the state of the school this year. It is very sluggish. These freshmen need a little hope and a little encouragement. No one is more suitable to give a speech than you. You know, many of these students come to the school. It’s all because of your influence last year."

Hoffa couldn't say a word for a long time.

Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "It's okay, don't be nervous, I have finished the manuscript, you just need to read it, and of course, if you want to play freely, that's okay."

After speaking, he couldn't help but put a piece of parchment into Hoffa's arms.

Hoffa looked at the parchment with a pale face. The text on it was densely packed like tadpoles, making his scalp numb. He put the parchment in his arms, and his heart was heavy.

For such an introverted and lazy person like him, giving a speech is really a matter of life.

After Dumbledore kept Hoffa by his side, he continued to stand in front of the freshmen and said: "...In short, this year's rules are not so strict, but I also hope that there are not many freedoms. Within time, you can find your own sense of belonging in your respective colleges..."

Dumbledore was talking endlessly, he always liked to talk.

Hoffa stood behind him silently looking at the group of small carrot heads in the rain. When I thought of coming to school two years ago, Adbe Gosak, the vice principal at the time, only said a word.

(Silent, which college is assigned to which college)

He couldn't help but laugh, but soon, his smile disappeared, a trace of doubt broke into his mind, and he looked at the group of small carrot heads in the rain again.

wrong......

What's wrong.

One person is missing.

Today is enrollment day, and it stands to reason that Hagrid should have reached the age of enrollment and should stand among the freshmen.

But he didn't see the tall boy. It stands to reason that a person of his size should be very conspicuous.

He stood on tiptoe and looked again, but strangely, no matter how he looked for it, he didn't see the lonely and introverted boy he saw during the summer vacation.