Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Inside the gloomy and responsive house, one person and one cat are looking at each other in the air.

This is the third time Hoffa has seen this strange cat. The first time was in the bathroom and the second time was in the lounge. This time, I was in the House of Requirement.

He didn't think it was some kind of accident anymore, he stood there, looking at the cat. The cat tilted his head and looked at Hoffa.

Hoffa slowly squatted down, and the black and white cat raised its paw. Hoffa reached out and the cat put his paw on his hand, then rubbed his little furry head against his palm.

He felt a touch of warmth.

This is a rational, autonomous, and gentle creature. It is also the only creature willing to approach him now.

However, he looked at the cat's chestnut eyes, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his mind.

"Miranda...?"

He yelled softly.

Then he was taken aback by the whisper. He was proficient in transfiguration, and of course he knew if the cat in front of him was a real cat.

This is not Animagus, Animagus only changes the biological structure, but does not change the essence, but the cat in front of him is essentially a cat.

Why would I recognize a cat as Miranda?

The cat retracted its paws, jumped high, and began to walk fast on the waste dump.

Hoffa followed it without hesitation. Whenever it turned, the black and white cat would stop and wait for Hoffa for a moment.

In the old castle, a decadent teenager followed behind a black and white cat,

They walked through the corridors of dilapidated furniture, climbed the hills of hundreds of dried potion bottles, and walked through the cemetery of rusty knives, axes, swords and halberds.

Eventually they came to a corner formed by the dilapidated cabinet and the tall mountain monster specimen.

The black and white cat glanced at him, squeezed through the gap and disappeared into the cabinet.

Hoffa followed behind it, opened the door, bent over and got in.

Although the heart is lost, low, and decadent. But looking through the cabinet, he was still deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

An arched hall with a height of one hundred meters, surrounded by all kinds of garbage, has an open space of nearly one hundred square meters.

In the clearing, all kinds of densely packed animals squeezed to and fro, yelling strangely.

Field mice, tasting badgers, cobras, parrots, horses, goats, golden monkeys...

There are almost a hundred animals of all kinds.

Reasonable, unreasonable, tropical, frigid, all kinds of messy animals are there, just like a large zoo moved here.

The black and white cat jumped twice and squatted on his shoulders. There was a light meow, seeming to let out a sigh.

A field mouse found Hoffa coming in and let out a horrified cry. The sound was like pressing the off button of the volume, and the sound in the whole hall stopped.

The animals stared directly at Hoffa, with fear and horror in their eyes.

The picture was so shocking that Hoffa forgot to breathe for a while.

What the **** is this place?

At this time, there was a crisp sound from a distance.

Hoffa was startled and hid behind the Roman column with a black and white cat.

The door opened.

A wizard in a black robe appeared, with a group of house elves. It turned out to be his own transformation class teacher, Jacob Bohan.

The house elves followed him, each with a wooden blue on top of their heads, filled with various foods.

When some animals saw the house elves, they resumed their chattering normal. They rushed up one by one, surrounding the house elves.

The house elves took off the basket and fed them one by one. Jacob Bohan mixed in and helped feed.

Such a weird scene made Hoffa's scalp numb, and he realized that when he first met Jacob Bohan, his house was full of animals.

The cat whispered on his shoulder, the cry was very suppressed.

Hoffa picked up the cat again and checked it again. It was a female cat. And it resisted Hoffa's action to check its gender.

This seemingly cute action made Hoffa's fear magnified again. He thought of the missing student outside and his missing roommate.

A sense of confusion surged in my heart, accompanied by great anger.

If the cat is Miranda, but she is unable to change her back, or Miranda has become a cat in essence...

The thought made his arms tremble.

how so.

This is almost the same as murder.

He shuddered and touched the cat's coat with his hand, almost unsteady on his feet.

He doesn't know what advanced transformation technique is needed to do this step, but the only possible murderer. It must be Jacob Bohan in front of him. The man who didn't know anything about it.

calm.....

calm.....

Hoffa took two deep breaths, and the arms holding the cat couldn't stop shaking. He repeatedly warned himself that this cat is not Miranda.

But he thought of Aglaia who was turned into a rabbit during the summer vacation.

At that time, I couldn't completely remove the deformation.

And this time...

He pinched himself vigorously.

Stop your trembling.

He must leave here and tell others what happened here.

......

"Yo, you are here."

He just opened his legs, and the soft shouts around him made Hoffaru fall into hell. He turned his head mechanically.

Jacob Bohan didn't know when he came to him, and he greeted him with a smile. The state was as calm and calm as a neighbor saw a neighbor while feeding pigeons in the square.

what! !

The cat on Hoffa's shoulder arched his waist and his hair exploded.

It's exactly the same as when a real cat is frightened.

Hoffa took a step back, then took a step back, leaning against the wall. Cold sweat:

"What are these?"

"Animals, do you like it?" Jacob smiled.

"animal?"

Hoffa suppressed: "There are so many students missing outside and you feed so many animals here. Does Dumbledore know what you are doing?"

Jacob Bohan patted Hoffa on the shoulder. He shook his head again. With a very headache expression, he sighed.

"I know what you are thinking, but this is a very severe accusation, Hoffa, I'm just taking care of them."

After speaking, he snapped his fingers.

The whole responsive house seems to be alive.

A broken table flew out of the piles of trash, and the table flew to the ground, and then a few shabby chairs, cups, and tablecloths flew out of the furniture.

The cups and tablecloths flew in front of the house elves. The house elves and the animals were sitting together. They took out the paper towels one by one, wiped the dirty cups and plates clean, and put them on the table.

Their movements are neat and uniform, and they are very rhythmic and beautiful. It seems to be a rich assembly line in a factory, without self-awareness.

Not long after, a long and neatly wiped table appeared in front of Hoffa and Jacob.

Jacob Bohan took a step back, opened the table and chair, and motioned for Hoffa to sit down.

Hoffa didn't know what medicine the other party was selling in the gourd, but he had no choice.

The two sat down, the black and white cat jumped to the table and stared at the wizard with Hoffa without blinking.

A group of house elves cleverly placed some food in front of Hoffa.

Jacob said distressedly: "Eat some, look at your skinny. You have a good fight with Fatir."

Hoffa squeezed the fork, he pretended to be calm, but the trembling fork still betrayed his inner anxiety.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't eat you again."

Jacob waved his hand: "By the way, you had asked me before and said that you want to learn how to use a stickless spell, right."

"Not bad."

"Why didn't you come to me later? I didn't see you and I said anything during class. Was it because of the conflict with Sherlock?"

Hoffa used a fork to fork the bread, but broke the plate. He can't control his strength.

"What does it have to do with these animals?" Hoffa asked.

"Oh, just chat, I'm still quite curious about you."

The man stared at Hoffa without blinking.

"I heard you went to Dumbledore last night?"

"how do you know."

"Of course I know that Dumbledore can't teach you how to cast spells without a rod. He will only use you when he needs you, doesn't he?"

Hoffa raised his head as if struck by lightning. He saw the man leaning on the chair with his arms folded, looking at himself jokingly:

"He is not a good teacher, Hoffa. Albus Dumbledore will be a good leader, a leader of a group of lions.

But definitely not an excellent teacher. An excellent teacher should put the feelings of his students first. "

The air gradually calmed down, some unknown emotions began to ferment, Hoffa straightened up, his body tight as a statue.

The wizard in black robes knocked his fingers on the table, his eyes sharpened like a falcon:

"Why didn't you come to me afterwards?"

Hoffa: "Because I didn't meet your requirements."

"Haha, that's it."

His expression suddenly changed from dangerous to friendly:

"Actually not. I never thought about not teaching you. You met my requirements two years ago.

I just think that maybe you still need some training to be worthy of the ability to cast spells without a wand.

You relied on Dumbledore too much before, and too much on this school. How can a Ravenclaw who relies on Gryffindor abandon the magic wand cast? I can't think of an answer. "

After a pause, he crossed his fingers:

"But now, I think you have been tempered almost."

"Really." The iron fork was bent into three pieces at Hoffa's fingertips. He looked at the black and white cat on the table: "What have you done to my friend?"

"Can I finish the class, Hoffa."

Jacob raised a finger, and the fork bent into three pieces by Hoffa returned to normal.

"You still have to maintain the minimum respect for the teacher."

Hoffa looked at each other extremely pale, and did not speak abruptly.

"Do you want to learn to cast spells without a rod?"

The man asked: "Do you want to be truly independent?"

"Yes." Hoffa's voice was almost squeezed out between his teeth.

"well."

The man began to talk freely, ignoring the look in Hoffa's eyes that he was about to kill.

"Wandless casting and magic wand casting are two systems. Casting with a wand involves using a wand to process spells. I call it a rational process, which is a syllable, an action, and a strong control.

This kind of control is seemingly active to do something, but in reality it is passively accepting the rules of magic. Just like a clumsy boy pursuing an arrogant girl, with good luck, it may take a long time to get her heart, bad luck, maybe he tried for many years but got nothing.

As for casting without a rod, I prefer to call it a perceptual process. Get in touch with magic, understand magic, and embrace and kiss magic. If you can, it has nothing to do with it.

Attracting magic to bloom for you is more useful than any rigid and rational study. If magic is willing to be with you, willing to do anything for you, then you don't need those meaningless control processes. "

While he was talking, the surrounding mountains of garbage flowed like a river, as if he had his own life. They separate and recombine with each other, and from a completely disordered state, they are stacked on top of each other to form towering corridors. These corridors are interspersed with each other to form tall buildings similar to the city.

Hoffa looked at the thousand-year garbage flying in the sky, the old potion bottles, the rusty swords, and the wolf Frisbee.

The other party is like a magnet, attracting different things to dance around him, what a powerful spiritual force field this is.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, understanding why the other party had to say that to himself.

I'm afraid the whole school, only I can understand what he is talking about. Because my broken grip is also attracting elements to change for myself, using mental field to change the environment.

It turns out that there is only a layer of window paper between myself and the wandless spell. I have already learned the wandless spell from a teacher in the first grade.

And this teacher, who had never been in a certain face, was sitting in front of him now.

"How did you do it?" Hoffa asked, closing his eyes.

"belief."

The man raised a finger:

"Living in this world with an attitude of changing the world 10,000 per cent, you can deploy the power of this world like an arm."

Hoffa's palm clenched under the table.

Finally, he opened his eyes and asked: "Who are you?"