Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

If you want to leave the dungeon, you must go to the exits at the top of those buildings and leave the false sky made of magic.

At this moment, the dungeon where the demons danced has been completely controlled by the wizard. Some low-level blood slaves who were addicted to blood were **** with ropes by the wizard and transported to the exit in strings.

After reaching an agreement with Hoffa, Tom didn't care whether Hoffa would Apparate or not, he disappeared in place with a puff of black smoke.

If it were in the past, Hoffa might look dazed, not even knowing where this guy has gone.

But now his eyes were like a perspective hanging, accurately positioning Riddle at the exit of the dungeon hundreds of meters away.

He was going to fly up as a thunderbird, but he just tried hard under his feet, accompanied by a breeze. He disappeared directly in place, and when he reacted, he found that he had jumped directly from the ground to the top of the church. This span was at least fifty meters away, and he couldn't believe it because of the fast speed.

He touched the hideous three-ring scar on his chest with a little bewilderment. He didn't pay attention at first, but now he realized that in the night, his body seemed to have infinite vitality. That is not magical power, but pure physical power.

To test it, he bent down, looked at the sky at the top, and exerted force on his legs.

boom! !

A hole was blown out at the top of the building.

When he saw his position again, he was already standing at the exit.

Tom Riddle looked at Hoffa who suddenly appeared next to him, frowning and asked, "Why don't you Apparate without any magical fluctuations."

"I..." Hoffa rolled his eyes and smiled: "Energy saving and environmental protection, don't you understand?"

"ill."

Tom Riddle made a brief judgment, turned his head and left.

"Where are you going to continue Apparating?" Hoffa followed behind him.

"No, the Muggles and wizards in Germany have a secret cooperation. They will bombard all the places where the magic power fluctuates with fixed-point artillery. I don't want to get a shot of artillery when I move to the destination.

"Then you didn't apparate just now?"

"Bournemouth was imposing a concealment curse by the Ministry of Magic. The Germans can't detect it here, but when you go outside, you should clip your tail and behave." He also laughed: "I don't know how you survived. From here?"

Hoffa didn't speak up. He remembered that when the first woman from the Ministry of Magic asked herself to send Chloe, she seemed to have mentioned this, but that was a long time ago.

Tom took Hoffa outside the abandoned station. He raised his head and blew a whistle. Several black hairless beasts hovered from the sky and fell silently. They are skinny and have wings on their backs, like a black horse that has been hungry for months with wings on.

It's Ye Qi.

A magical creature that can only be seen with the naked eye after seeing death.

Tom jumped on a Yeqi, and the Yeqi lifted its front hoof and flew straight up. Hoffa also climbed onto a night ki, and followed him.

The black creature looks really cool, but it feels uncomfortable to ride on rows of raised steel spikes. If it weren't for going to the countryside, Hoffa would rather fly behind Riddle by himself.

"Who are those people?" Hoffa asked Tom after riding on the night sky. "Those guys with chains on their backs."

"The white-robed wizard of the church."

Tom answered briefly.

"Church? When did Hogwarts and the Muggle church cooperate?"

"How do I know, don't ask me, in short, remember that they are just a bunch of bigoted, stubborn, stubborn ascetics." Tom said impatiently as he hurried, with a terrible attitude.

Hoffa: "..."

After a while, he asked curiously: "Why don't anyone from the Ministry of Magic come over?"

"Ministry of Magic? Hahaha..."

Tom laughed and finished laughing. He looked at Hoffa sarcastically, "Since your father-in-law came to power, the entire Ministry of Magic has become a concentration camp where people eat and die. God knows what they are doing every day."

As he said, he slanted his eyes and sneered: "Why, you are quite concerned, maybe you want to change your surname to the pure-blood family, oh, sorry, that little girl is dead, what is her name..."

"I don't want to talk about this, Tom."

Hoffa said calmly, without seeing any expressions.

"I really don't understand why you came back. Isn't the outside world much more exciting than a little Hogwarts."

Tom didn’t mean to shut up at all. This guy probably pretended to be a student in the school and depressed for a long time. When he was in front of him, his mean nature was unscrupulously exposed, "Hey, I ask you, you are selling it outside. Weapon, earned a lot of gold, right?"

"You killed your father."

Hoffa interrupted him blankly.

Tom's face immediately became ugly as if he had eaten shit, and the two of them did not speak any more since then. Ye Qi rides the updraft of the night, all the way up.

When the time was approaching three o'clock in the morning, they passed through the thin air and came to the sky at least five kilometers above the ground. This is a world of clouds. Clouds of various shapes are towering like mountains in the night, and they are very steep.

After flying here, Ye Qi couldn't move. They sprayed white mist from their thick nostrils, and their huge chests undulated like a bellows.

Hoffa looked at Tom, wondering what he meant for bringing himself here, but Tom pushed Ye Qi away, climbed down a few kilometers above the ground, and stepped on a thin cloud of mist, which was just After shaking it up and down, he firmly supported him.

"Let's go, don't go outside the cloud." He suddenly looked upset again, "Damn it, why should I remind a birdman."

Hoffa rolled his eyes, pushed Ye Qi away and stepped on the clouds. The touch of the soles of the feet is as soft as cotton, as if they will be stepped on in the next second and let themselves fall. But it didn't wear it, and after a short shot, it lifted him up.

Tom went all the way and walked into the mountains of clouds. Outside were dark clouds, and inside were brightly lit construction works.

When I came closer, they were mostly made up of various wooden boxes, and there were a lot of them. The wooden boxes are piled together to become a corridor and a building.

Many students in Slytherin green robes are going back and forth here. Some of them are carrying supplies, some are feeding the night sky, and some are practicing magic spells by waving their wands.

At Hoffa's feet, there are some house elves carrying large boxes, dexterously shuttled among the crowd, tying the boxes neatly together to form a new corridor.

Their actions reminded people of ants. At first glance, this cloud fortress looks like a giant ant nest floating in the air.

Even though he was worried about Chloe's safety and his own fate, he was still surprised by the sight in front of him.

Maybe this is the foundation of Hogwarts, Hoffa thought, this sky fortress can take wizards to where they want to go, without being discovered by other hostile wizards or Muggles.

After entering the cloud base, the serpent-like meanness and viciousness of Tom’s face disappeared without a trace. Keju's smile greeted the surrounding students, even if the elf accidentally touched him with the box, he Will also smile and say it's okay.

And Hoffa pulled the hood of the deceased suit from behind and put it on his head. For various reasons, he didn't want to be recognized by the people in the school once, which gave him a feeling of time going back to the past, and he just didn't want to go back to the past, let alone recall the past.

Before he went far, he saw a group of house elves changing from wooden boxes to steel bars on the shoulders. They ran over and organized the steel bars into a cage in an orderly manner.

Moving forward, all kinds of creatures were locked up in iron cages, roaring or whimpering.

He saw ghouls crawling on the ground, werewolves holding on to the railings and screaming, Grindylo wriggling like jelly, and the mermaid madly hitting the glass in the water tank. It has sharp teeth and porous cheeks. Every time it hits, it will be stabbed by the blue spell on the glass and bounce back, but it will persevere and hit it again and again.

These iron cages were filled with dangerous spells, which firmly sealed these abnormal creatures in them. When he walked to the front iron cage, he also saw a familiar guy.

The female vampire named Jilia, number 19, caught by himself and Ryan, was also locked in a cage at the moment, with a haggard and pale face, withered yellow hair, lying motionless in the corner.

Perceiving the two of them coming, she glanced at Hoffa, then curled up into a ball with her knees.

Riddle looked at the cage in disgust, "These are the monsters we caught from all over the UK. To me, these things that are of no experimental value should be dealt with long ago. It is a waste of resources to be locked up here."

"Then why don't you deal with it?"

"Hogwarts is not just one academy. Your Red Beard Dean is very interested in these strange things."

His tone is mean and sarcasm, revealing a strong disdain and arrogance.

Hoffa understood Riddle's disgust. Perhaps in his eyes, only pure-blooded wizards were considered human. As for Muggles or the magical creatures among them, they were no different from two-footed sheep or mules in his eyes.

"Where is Ryan?"

Seeing the vampire, Hoffa remembered his cheap friend, but he did not return after he went to deliver the letter.

"You said that Hufflepuff?"

"correct."

"It's closed, checking, I still have something to ask him." Tom Riddle said lightly, standing in front of the vampire's cage.

The woman in the cage suddenly stood up and struggled and rushed towards Tom, but when she was close to the steel bar, she was electrocuted back by an electric current, shaking like chaff all over.

Tom glanced at her eagerly, then turned around and pressed Hoffa: "Say it first. I don't care where you heard the previous rumors, but you have to dare to say something in front of Slughorn. , I will kill you, understand, I can do what I say."

Hoffa nodded, "If you can."

Tom threw his robe forward and pushed open the half-hidden iron door at the end of the corridor. The room was full of smoke. Amidst the lingering smoke, Hoffa saw his former potions teacher, Horace Slughorn, lying on a recliner. He was as fat as ever, and the buttons on his chest seemed to It's like being stretched by the fat of the belly. But he should be sick, with a transparent catheter stuck in his arm, and he is being infused. He looked pale and blankly at the ceiling. It's like a big elephant that has become melancholy because of decadence.

Several young Slytherin girls were preparing some potions next to him, and the cauldron was gurgling with heat, which was the source of the surrounding smoke.

"Professor, who did I see?"

Tom Riddle bends over one knee on the recliner, his expression becomes natural and elegant.

Slughorn turned his head sickly. When he saw the teenager standing in front of his mouth, he was taken aback for a while, and then he sat up hard, his stubby fingers grabbed a pair of glasses and clasped his face, surprised. Looked at him.

"You...!? Bach?"

He threw away his glasses, "Why are you back!? Come on, come on, let me see you."

Hoffa’s eyes were a little sour. This old guy was a bit snobbish when he was in school, but he was always good to him. Although he left school, it’s not surprising that he hated the people in this school. In fact, he still missed him quite a bit. People and things in school.

He came to the smoky room by the recliner, his eyes were focused on him, Slughorn's eyes were bright, he twisted his **** restlessly and sat up from the recliner, his pale face regained blood with excitement. Watching Hoffa is like watching a rare baby.

"Julie, Julie, where's my pipe?"

An older Slytherin girl who was stirring the cauldron with a pretty face turned her head and said coldly: "You can't smoke yet, professor."

"Oh, damn, who are you here, Julie, won't you make me happy at this time?"

The Slytherin girl glanced at Hoffa, took out a dish of candy from the drawer, placed it between Hoffa and Slughorn, and said coldly, "Use it slowly."

Slughorn smashed his mouth, leaned on the recliner like a discouraged ball, and said desperately: "Go out, Julie, if I can, I really want to put an F on your final grade. "

The Slytherin girl gracefully took off her mask, packed up her things, and bends over and kissed Tom Riddle on the cheek before going out, her appearance is cold and gentle, which is enviable.

When there were only three people left in the room, Tom Riddle smiled and took a beautiful meerschaum pipe from his pocket and handed it over.

"Don't talk to Julie, Professor." He smiled naturally and funny.

Slughorn’s eyes were light, he took the pipe, pointed at Tom Riddle with his stubby fingers, and said, “You, you, if every Slytherin student is like you, I should Don't worry."

After speaking, he took a sip of cigarette intoxicated, then exhaled a cloud of smoke with great comfort, and finally turned back from the excitement. He leaned back in his chair and became the Slytherin dean again.

"Tom, get two more chairs." Slughorn gave orders.

Tom Riddle flicked his magic wand gracefully and transformed into two soft cushion sofas. He sat down, crossed his fingers, and smiled: "I want to know that Bach is here, maybe he will take on the task of searching Bournemouth. You know, when we wear open pants, we just want to be better and not better. Friends."

Ignoring Riddle's bullshit, he came to the recliner and held the fat professor's sloppy arm, "What's the matter, Professor? Are you injured?"

"Oh, **** monster dripping mouth. Last time in Birmingham, a **** black witch broke a leg with a curse." He sprayed out a puff of smoke and lifted up his robe, revealing the bandage underneath it. , Was wrapped in Yan Yanshishi's thighs, "But that guy didn't get any benefit. I turned him into a frog and locked it in a bottle."

After that, he looked up and down Hoffa with great momentum, "What have you been doing lately? There is no letter. Albus always mentions you to me, his tone is always full of self-blame."

"I run outside, and I usually do private work. Because the blockade is too strict, it is difficult for me to contact the school." Hoffallo said with apology: "This time I took the initiative to see the professor. I have very important information to tell you. ."

Seeing Hoffa's serious face, Slughorn couldn't help sitting up straight. The smile on Tom Riddle's face narrowed, eyes drooping.

Slughorn didn’t mean to let Tom go, Hoffa.

He didn't mind that the future Dark Lord heard the absurd and ridiculous stories he encountered.

So, by the fireplace, he cut short the story and told Slughorn about what happened. He just modified the end of the story a bit. He didn't say that Mans burst his chest, only that he was caught by him. Fainted. Saved the subsequent encounters in the blood pool.

After speaking, there was silence in the room, and even the sound of smoking stopped, and it took a long time for Slughorn to spit out a ring of smoke.

Puff!

Tom burst into laughter suddenly and blew away the smoke ring:

"You mean, there is a Muggle officer who killed all the wizards and vampires in Germany with poison, and that officer is also German?"

"Yes."

"Impossible, it's ridiculous," Tom said, shaking his head like a rattle.

"You treat us as idiots, Bach, please use snacks when composing stories. The vampire is poisoned to death. How can this happen?"

As he said, he stood up and poured himself a cup of black tea: "No one will do anything to you, Bach, those are heinous sinners who kill them and kill them. The Ministry of Magic estimates that you will be given a Merlin Knight Medal. "

Hoffa ignored Tom, just looked at the potions professor.

Slughorn was solemn. After thinking for a while, he said slowly:

"It's not impossible. Vampires are not completely immortal. If the poison exceeds a certain dose, they will indeed die. However, you said that the Muggle officer was pierced in the chest with a knife. Some can't understand."

"I can't understand either."

Hoffa lowered his head and touched the glass bottle around his waist. He didn't say anything about the ancient gods. He didn't want to be considered a lunatic. This was not the purpose of his coming here. "Anyway, I I don't want to be identified as the culprit of this underground **** crime, I really am not. I want to ask Professor Slughorn to temporarily block news of this city."

"That's why you came to see me."

Slughorn took a deep look at him, "Are you afraid of being targeted by those German wizards?"

"Yes."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you admit it, Hoffa, have you considered this possibility? When you go back to school, we will protect you. No one can threaten you."

Slughorn twisted his stomach, his eyes gleaming: "If you don't like some of Albus's strategies, it doesn't matter, I can use the relationship to transfer you to our college..."

"Ahem!"

The tea-drinking Tom's face turned green, and he coughed violently. Hoffa quickly stood up and interrupted Slughorn.

"No, Professor, I have many other things to do, which must be done outside."

"What is more important than fate."

Slughorn took a puff of cigarette, and said dissatisfied: "I'll be honest, you are indeed a very good wizard, maybe one of the best among all the students I have taught, but these years, even if you are a genius All wizards are in danger of falling. You need protection, Hoffa."

"Okay, Professor?"

Hoffa did not answer his question, but looked at him expectantly.

The fat Dean Slytherin leaned against the fire and looked at the gray-haired boy in front of him. After realizing that he could not persuade him, he put down his pipe and let out a long sigh.

"It's difficult, Bach. If you just find a pile of corpses without telling the real murderer, then the reporter of the Daily Prophet, the spokesperson of the Ministry of Magic, and the people will not be satisfied."

After a pause, he said again: "Take ten thousand steps, even if what you say is true, I will help you to suppress the matter. But the officer, he doesn't have a long mouth, he can also promote it everywhere, saying yes The person you killed. This kind of thing is passed on to ten, ten to hundred, and in the end it is true or false, no one can tell."

"Unless... I get him back." Hoffa said slowly.

"Catch him back?"

Slughorn looked at him in surprise.

"Could it be that everything you said is true!? There is really someone who poisoned...the wizards and vampires to death?"

"Yes, he is not a wizard, he can't apparate, he entered the dungeon, but he can leave the dungeon if he doesn't see it. Therefore, he must be still in the vampire's lair, just hiding. As long as I find him, everything will be fine. Solved it easily."

Huo Fafei quickly said: "Give me a few days is enough, help me, professor."

"You're afraid you're not going to find a Muggle to carry the pot for you."

Tom Riddle said coldly on the side: "This kind of thing is despicable."

"I will catch him alive in front of you, and then you will also stab him in the chest with a knife, and you will know what I said is true."

Seeing Hoffa's swearing appearance, Slughorn slowly leaned back on the chair, touched his three-layer chin and fell into thought. After the tobacco in the sepiolite pipe burned out, he finally raised his head:

"Yes, I will give you a week. Within a week, I will not tell anyone what happened in Bournemouth, but if the murderer is still not found after a week, I must at least report the incident to school. How the people at Hogwarts will rule at that time is not what I can say."