Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The unexplained disappearance of friends around Aglaia was both frightened and angry. She was silent for about thirty seconds. Finally, she walked over and grabbed Fatir's collar.

"Hey, speak! What is going on?"

"Spiritual Dreamland."

Fatir broke away his daughter's finger: "We were under the spiritual force field of a certain wizard just now, and we were affected by his spirit. The rest of the team, I'm afraid it has been assimilated by its spirit."

"What do you mean?"

"When a wizard's spirit is strong to a certain level, it can affect the surrounding environment, and even make your mind synchronized with it."

Fatier looked at the castle on the other side of the lake and murmured: "There are not many existences with this kind of power."

Mental dreams...

Suddenly, Aglaia thought of being turned into a rabbit during the summer vacation. And now, all the classmates have been turned into animals by humans.

Transfiguration, dragon.....

She seemed to feel something vaguely, but it felt vague and not real at all.

After thinking for a moment, she asked, "What does this guy want to do, why should he take away both the student and the dragon?"

"You ask me how do I know, is that person me?"

After speaking coldly, Fatir walked to the fire, quickly packed up his equipment and luggage, looking like he was ready to go on the road.

"What are you going to do?" Aglaia asked.

"I want to get those students back immediately." Fatir didn't look up: "This is my responsibility."

"Take me with you." Aglaia said immediately.

Fatiel was taken aback when he was packing his equipment. He raised his head and glanced at Aglea, and found that his face was serious.

He shook his head: "You leave here first. This thing is not something you can mix."

"Where am I leaving here? School?"

"Go home. Aglaia, go home."

Fatier looked at the darkness around him and said categorically: "Let your mother send you to the United States and never return to Europe."

"You are dead in this heart."

Aglaia refused without thinking.

Fatir stared at her reluctantly: "Be obedient, don't be so stubborn, you can mix this with a child."

child.......

Aglaia was taken aback, and the back of his fisted hand suddenly showed blue veins. There was a hint of sarcasm on her face:

"Do you think it's dangerous to send me to a so-called safe place alone, and then do it here by yourself, is that this kind of tragic feeling makes you very happy?"

Fatir's expression was slightly stunned.

Aglaia: "You came to teach at Hogwarts for two months and didn't say a word to me. Now my friends have been taken away. You are now pretending to look like a good father. What are you thinking about in your heart?"

Fatir fought silently on the spot.

"Oh I see."

Aglaia raised his arms and said sarcastically: "Usually you don't talk to me much because you are afraid of causing dissatisfaction with other students, afraid that your ideal stability will be undermined, right?"

Fatir rubbed his temples, took a deep breath, and sighed:

"You are a very clever witch, but Europe is not suitable for you now. In such a war-torn place, your little cleverness is useless at all. Be obedient, go home and let your mother send you to North America... ..."

"I remind you once."

Aglaia interrupted Fatir directly: "You and I have only met twice. It has only been two months to get along with each other, and I have said no more than 30 sentences in this life.

"and so......"

The girl squinted her eyes.

"Don't point fingers at my life, I know how to live it."

The forest is dark, and when there are some empty trees, there will be crackling drops of water falling from the top, and the neck is cold.

The two in Lin Zhong fell into a confrontation. This was the first time in two months that they had really faced their closest relatives. But found that no one can persuade anyone.

After a while, Fatir murmured: "You and your mother are really alike..."

"Stop playing the emotional card for me."

Aglaia interrupted his father again.

"My idea is to write to the Ministry or the school first. I think there must be a conspiracy behind the loss of the fire dragon and the students. We need manpower support."

"Do not."

Fatir simply refused: "There is no one I trust outside, there is no one."

"Unreasonable, I can't write to my mother either?"

"No, she has nothing to do with this, don't involve her."

Aglaia: "What about your plan?"

"No plan, I'm looking for it. Although the guy just affected your spirit, I also left a beacon on my body at the moment of the fight. He can't escape my tracking."

"Really?"

"You can choose not to believe it."

Aglaia curled his lips: "It's quite interesting, but if you don't find a helper, what if you can't beat it after chasing it? We only have two people."

Fatir: "A wizard's spiritual power is so extreme that its physical body will inevitably be extremely weak. This is the way of heaven. As long as you find its physical body and destroy it, this spiritual field will naturally fall apart."

......

......

At this moment, in the castle, Hoffa was sitting in the middle of the messy hall, looking at the green flames above his head, his golden pupils were dim as dust.

Beside him, countless men and women are swinging and dancing, and the young people's parties are carried out, and their voices are noisy and harsh.

He doesn't like this kind of indulgent entertainment, which makes him stressful and exhausted.

An unknown Gryffindor girl squeezed beside him and handed a glass of oak wine to Hoffa: "Want to dance?"

Hoffa frowned in disgust, then he took the wine and drank it with a stiff smile. The smile was like a mask on his face, hard and fragile.

"No, I have a partner," he said.

"Huh, where is it?" the girl asked.

"She went to the bathroom."

Hoffa evaded: "I'll be back in a while."

"Cut." The girl curled her lips, stood up and left.

After a while, another girl who was almost the same sat down and asked him, "Dance...?"

Hoffa didn't answer yet, and William leaned over and put it on the girl's shoulders: "Brother... don't do this, just relax when you need to relax. Don't be too restrictive, the principal and none of them are here today... ..belch......"

His Halloween makeup, I don't know if it was washed off or licked off. It doesn't look like a human or a ghost.

Hoffa's face was slightly cold: "You are having a good time."

William was taken aback: "Why don't you make yourself happy?"

These words made Hoffa a little unbearable. He pushed William and the girl away, and walked out of the hall quickly in the inexplicable eyes of the fanatic.

After walking out of the hall, the expression on his face quickly changed from a smile to exhaustion.

He thought he could use facial muscle contraction to bring about changes in his emotions, so that he could blend into the carnival of the students around him.

But this is in vain.

He felt bitterly lonely under the mask.

The loneliness in the crowd.

He couldn't help but wonder, is this kind of school the way he once imagined it?

He even wondered whether what he did for this school was worth it.

Why after getting used to magical magic, there is not much difference between this place and an ordinary European middle school.

He wanted to find a place to read a book quietly. He wanted to chat with Miranda, and he even began to miss the days of adventures with Aglaia.

Although what Aglaia likes most is to mess with him, and what he likes most is to cause him a lot of trouble out of thin air, but now he would rather go back to the first grade and compete with her in the potions classroom.

The brazier on the wall made his face flicker and darker, and his shadow pulled the old man on the wall behind him. After reaching the position on the seventh floor, his depressed mood improved slightly.

At this moment, a faint whisper came from his ear.

"Huh, pretentious..."

"Who is talking?"

Hoffa was startled, turned his head and looked around, but didn't hear anything. After the ladies in the oil painting noticed his eyes, they consciously closed their mouths and looked at him curiously.

I don't know if it's because he drank too much in the hall. The corridor and magic stairs in front of him waved like water ripples, and some colorful colors flowed on the stairs, like Wanhua mirrors, and they were instantly beautiful.

Hoffa rubbed his eyes, and the fluctuation slowly disappeared. He hurriedly checked his spiritual consciousness. Everything is normal, without any strange faces appearing.

"Did you drink too much..."

Hoffa murmured. "These **** guys."

Afterwards, he walked up the narrow bridge amidst the whispers of a group of oil paintings and came to Ravenclaw's eagle ring, which opened its wings:

More important than life

More terrifying than death

Abandoned by the poor

The rich have been pursuing

The miser is willing to give

The squanderer wants to keep

......

After the eagle circled out the riddle, he waited in place.

Hoffa was so difficult by this question, Eagle Ring had never asked such a difficult question. Generally speaking, the more unwelcome the Eagle Ring is, the harder it is to ask questions. Could it be that Eagle Ring doesn't welcome him at all...

He rubbed his head and turned around on the narrow bridge, trying to figure out the answer to the riddle.

More important than life

More terrifying than death

Abandoned by the poor

The rich have been pursuing

The miser is willing to give

The squanderer wants to keep

......

Damn it, what is this riddle? Can't guess it at all.

He thought it would be great if Aglaia was by his side now, she had never been stumped by any riddles.

Just as he was puzzled, a faint question came from around him: "What's wrong with you? I can feel you are very entangled."

Hoffa turned around and saw a teenager who was about the same size as him standing behind him. He had the same Ravenclaw blue and cyan robe, black hair and black eyes. The looks are ordinary.

"Can't you guess the puzzle of the eagle ring?"

The strange boy asked.

Hoffa looked at each other, thought for a long time, and realized that he had never seen each other, and there were very few people in Ravenclaw. If you have seen it, you should be somewhat impressed.

"I can't guess."

Hoffa shook his head. "You know again?"

"I don't know, I have always been stupid."

The young man said, "But speaking of it, I prefer to go to parties downstairs. That will make me happier."

"Oh, that's it. Then you have fun."

Hoffa turned his head and continued to look at the Eagle Ring, guessing the answer to the unknown puzzle.

However, the boy reluctantly posted it up and asked, "Why?"

"what why?"

"Why do I like to play with them, but you don't like it?"

"I didn't say I didn't like it."

Hoffa casually said: "I'll go back to the dormitory to get something."

"Do you even lie to yourself?"

The boy said with a smile.

Hoffa turned his head abruptly and looked at him straightforwardly. How could he feel that this guy was familiar, and he seemed to have seen him somewhere. But if you think about it seriously, you can't remember it.

"Who are you?" Hoffa asked, "I haven't seen you in school."

"Oh, my name is Zhuo Gen Fuer."

The young man stretched out his hand with a smile.

What a ghost name, stupid and weird. Hoffa thought. He didn't plan to shake hands with this inexplicable guy, he just wanted to return to the common room.

"Why don't you shake hands with me."

The boy asked seriously.

Hoffa frowned, he had never seen such a lack of eyesight. Can't you tell that you are not in the mood to talk to him at this time?

Seeing the young man stubbornly hung his hand in the air, Hoffa forced him out of courtesy and shook him impatiently.

However, he wanted to withdraw his hand, only to find that his palm seemed to be confined by iron tongs. He twitched again, really not twitching. His eyes suddenly became serious, and he knew how strong he was. Even an adult strongman would not be able to pull himself to death like this. This is absolutely abnormal.

The stranger took a step forward and whispered in his ear: "I know what you are thinking, don't you think those people are unruly?"

After speaking, he moved his head away from Hoffa's head and stared at him straightforwardly.

"What do I want to do with your ass?" Hoffa became increasingly annoyed.

"Of course it's my business." The strange boy said, "You are the spiritual support of our ordinary students, so I will give you three minutes. Within three minutes, go and play with your classmates."

Hoffa was startled, but immediately, a suppressed hostility rose up.

"Let go," he said.

Stranger: "Go down."

Hoffa: "What if I say no?"

The strange boy raised his left hand and raised three sticks: "I'm doing this for your own good."

Hoffa: "Are you sick?"

The stranger's fingers turned into two: "Only on this point you are right, the answer is yes."

Hoffa's face fell completely gloomy, even if he didn't fit in with others in the hall, and now he wanted to go back to the common room and meet some inexplicable guys.

Stranger: "Why pretend to be different from others? It will be very painful for you."

Hoffa: "I won't say it the third time, get out."

The strange boy slightly side his head: "It seems that we can't communicate in words."

As soon as the voice fell, the expression of the strange boy became fierce, exactly the same as when Hoffa beat his boss at St Mungo's Hospital.

He picked up Hoffa’s right arm and slammed him directly against the narrow bridge. This force was so great that Hoffa felt like he was being bitten by an adult fire dragon. He was thrown high like a yo-yo. Cross the narrow bridge and fall directly down the narrow bridge.

This made him horrified, because at the moment he shot, he completely lost control of magic, and he couldn't use any ability, whether it was ghost walks, human body deformation, or activation state.

The sense of weightlessness struck him, like a Muggle falling from a tall building, with the whistling wind in his ears, and the fear of death filled his heart. Everything was so real.

Only a second before falling to the ground, he woke up in a cold sweat.

The heart beats like a huge drum, without stopping, his chest rises and falls violently, and the massive secretion of adrenaline makes his lips dry.

It turned out to be a nightmare, and he didn't even know when he entered the dream state.

There was still a noisy hall and a messy banquet around him. He seemed to have walked a long way, but in fact he never left and sat in the hall all the time.

There was still a wine glass in front of him, and a Gryffindor girl put a smile on his shoulder and asked, "Hi, dancing?"

The voice was ethereal and distant, Hoffa snatched the wine glass that the girl was holding, and tremblingly raised his head and poured it down. Most of the wine was spilled, and he didn't taste it at all.

The girl thought he had agreed to the request for dancing, so she smiled and pulled him to the center of the hall.

Everyone around began to applaud.

But just a few steps away, Hoffa stepped on a pool of liquor and fell top-heavy to the ground, smashing a row of dishes, embarrassed.

The students all around shouted in exclamation, and then the exclamation turned into laughter.

"Bach drank too much."

"Hey, Hoffa, get up."

"Man, don't be so useless, haha."

The boys and girls stepped forward and tried to pull him up in a rush.

As soon as he stood up, there was a tendency to fall again.

A huge and boundless sense of fear overwhelmed him, it was the fear of spiritual death, the fear of losing oneself. This fear made him almost unable to stand.

Pushing the palm of his side, he rushed out of the hall and ran to Dumbledore's office embarrassedly.

"Eh, where are you going?" William shouted behind him.

"Let's go together later."

But Hoffa did not answer, he must find Dumbledore.