Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After meeting with the former potions teacher, Hoffa got the information blockade he wanted. Although the blockade was only a week, he was relieved.

As long as the information is not leaked for the first time, he still has time to crack Mans's conspiracy, anyway, in order to retrieve Chloe, he will catch that guy sooner or later.

Tom Riddle seemed to have something to discuss with Slughorn. Hoffa didn't stay longer. He got up to bid farewell to the former potions teacher and walked out of the convalescence ward.

Time came to dawn, and the sky in the distance was white. At this time, a faint drowsiness came to my heart. It was a very subtle feeling. It was mixed with disgust, exhaustion, and the effect of declining strength, making him want to go back to Slughorn's gloomy room.

What's the matter, Hoffa covered his eyes and looked at the distant sun. The sun at dawn was like a screaming child, annoying him, and the sun looked more dazzling than usual.

He couldn't open his eyes anymore.

When he was sleepy, he felt more and more wrong, his vision became blurred, and his strength faded faster and faster. He sat on the ground out of breath, pulling open the clothes on his chest, and the scar of the three-ringed red ring on his chest became extremely at this moment. Dim and faded.

No matter how stupid he was, he knew what happened. After he was reborn in the blood pool, he had some vampire characteristics, and he would become infinitely vigorous at night, but he couldn't see the sun. Everything was reversed.

"Damn it!" he scolded angrily. "It's so powerful at night, there's a fart!?"

The little excitement of getting Slughorn's help suddenly disappeared. Originally, he thought he had obtained the power of the gods because of a blessing in disguise, but now that this power is incomparably incomparable.

If the strength of the night must be accompanied by the weakness of the day, he would rather choose the previous balance.

The sun gradually rose, and the feeling of sleepiness became stronger. When the sun went up three poles, he was already yawning, and he couldn't lift his sleepy head.

A house elf accidentally ran into him, and the box on its head scattered all over the floor. It apologized again and again, Hoffa helped it up, yawned and said: "Hey...you...can you...can you give me a room? ..... I think...I want to sleep for a while..."

The elf stood straight immediately, "Of course, sir."

Afterwards, a group of house elves popped up. They lined up against the boxes and placed the boxes on the ground like building blocks. It didn’t take long to build a small house on the ground with a bed made of wooden boxes. , The house elves even put a soft quilt on the bed intimately.

The newly built room smelled of sawdust, but Hoffa couldn't take care of it either, and he couldn't open his eyes when he fell on the quilt.

At this time, he hated Mans so much and turned himself into this inhuman and ghostly appearance. Before falling asleep, he was extremely unwilling to mumble: "You wait, I must kill you... "

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When he opened his eyes again, he was standing at King's Cross Station in London, where he was once eleven years old. At this time, it was raining heavily. He was pushing a small cart with some luggage, and the pedestrians around him looked very blurred.

He didn't think about how he got here, and he couldn't remember. He only remembered that today was September 1st, the school day, and he had to go through the nine and quarter stations to go to school at Hogwarts.

So he pushed the car and ran forward, and when he was about to hit the wall, the car smashed to the ground and he also fell. After getting up, I found myself hitting a girl.

This scene made him feel a little familiar, so he hurried to help the girl. After helping the girl up, he found that she actually had Chloe's face and burgundy hair.

"You... are all right." He stammered, thinking something was wrong.

"It's okay."

The little girl replied as Mosquito Yin, she moved nervously, standing in place with eight legs inside.

Hoffa bent over to help her pack things, she squatted down and helped him pack up together. After finishing up, they walked through the stone wall of the nine and three-quarters station together and boarded the train to Hogwarts. .

A month later, he was riding a shaky flying broomstick on the playground of Hogwarts castle, watching others flying skillfully in the sky, full of envy.

Time passed, a few years later.

Also on the flying broomstick, he waved the wooden stick vigorously, and a ghost flying ball approached extremely fast, and he drew it forcefully.

Accompanied by a crisp slap, the Guifei ball circled a charming arc and fell into a round frame in the distance.

"! This is a game score that cannot be rewritten even if the Golden Snitch is caught! Ravenclaw's legendary player Hoffabach once again sent the team to a position close to the championship...!"

The narrator shouted fiercely on the stage, with a fanatical expression. Hoffa was flying in the sky, looking around happily and proudly. In the crowd, he saw a red-haired girl in the stands covering her mouth and watching with tears. Yourself.

time flies.

This time, he was lying in front of the fireplace in the warm living room, holding a wine bottle in one hand, his left leg stretched straight, and a thick bandage wrapped around that leg.

"I think it's time to live a little more realistically."

The red-haired young woman knelt down on the other end of the coffee table, changed medicine to his injured leg, and said uneasyly: "You can't play Quidditch like this all day, something will happen..."

"What can I do," Hoffa drank a sip and said sadly, "I don't want to work for the guys in Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic."

"That's no way," the young woman shook his hand. "Or I'll tell my family, they have a potion shop in Diagon Alley..."

"enough!"

Hoffa banged the table. "Could you stop telling me that there are none? Do you think I am dependent on your parents?"

time flies.

A few years later, he was sitting at the front desk of the Potions Store, wiping the cauldron on the counter. A little boy stood in front of him: "Dad, this year's crucible, I want brass."

"Why, everyone else uses tin."

"Who told you that everyone else uses tin, and those Slytherin guys all have copper."

"Then you can make money to buy it."

He threw away the rag in his hand angrily.

The child burst into tears.

Time flies again.

More than ten years later, he was sitting on a hospital bed in St. Mungo’s Hospital. A doctor in a white coat looked at a long list: "Fortunately, it was discovered in a timely manner, otherwise the person would be gone. Do you want to treat it? ?"

"The cost of treatment is..."

"A thousand Jin Jialong." After a pause, the doctor added: "Every week."

Hoffa looked nervously at the middle-aged red-haired woman outside the door and the tall young man standing beside her, feeling extremely depressed for a while.

Time flies again.

He was sitting in a wheelchair stiff, with a paper crown on his head and a few ribbons hanging on his shoulders. In front stood a row of laughing men and women. Some of them were wearing pointed red hats, some were holding spray guns, and some were cutting cakes on the table.

There was a middle-aged man in the crowd holding a child and holding up a cup, "Wish, the greatest father in the world, happy seventieth birthday."

"Happy birthday~"

Everyone in front of them raised their cups.

This scene reminded Hoffa in the wheelchair. It seems that he had a dream many, many years ago. In the dream, there were many vampires celebrating his father’s birthday or something... The vague memory made him somewhat Irritable, he felt that the older he was, the more useless his brain was.

"I have to go out and breathe," he said.

The middle-aged man in the crowd immediately put down the child to push his wheelchair, but he flatly refused.

A few minutes later, he rolled his wheelchair on the side of the road, watching the young children passing by him riding their bicycles and laughing, and he felt that there was something missing in his life. After a whole life in a muddle-headed manner, it seemed that what he got was not what he wanted.

drop! !

A harsh whistle came from behind.

He turned his head to look, and the dazzling lights flashed at an extremely fast speed. It was a young locomotive party riding a motorcycle, and he didn't have time to stop the car when turning.

"I......"

boom!

An angry curse stuck in his throat, and he was hit by a motorcycle as he couldn't dodge.

With a click of the spine, the two wheels of the wheelchair flew into the sky, Hoffa's head and buttocks came into close contact, and the eyes were instantly dark.

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"Fak!!"

He suddenly woke up from his sleep, and in front of him was a dark room with a dim oil lamp. In the room built by the house elves, the strange new wood smell remained.

But Hoffa felt as if it had been a century long, and the feeling of stunned loss and the feeling of being a world away was so strong that he almost couldn't even distinguish between dreams and reality. Knowing what was happening, he jumped off the bed, suddenly took out the glass ball from his waist, and stared at the monster inside.

"Did you?"

The monster in the glass ball has woken up at this moment. It is constantly circling and flashing in the ball. It looks very happy. "I said, you will either spend the night sucking blood or spend the nightmare. , You chose a nightmare."

"It's obviously daytime!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth and held the glass ball. In just one day's sleep, he actually lived a whole new life, and it was a very useless and frustrated life. In the end, he was hit and killed by a motorcycle, which is really funny.

"For you, it is night. You are blessed by the night god, but at the same time, you are cursed by the day. Day and night have been turned upside down for you."

Hoffa looked outside. It was dark now, but in his eyes, the black night was as clear as the day.

"I won't have a nightmare every day!?"

"As long as you sleep." The little monster replied immediately.

Hoffa bent down and picked up a piece of wood from the ground, pointed at the glass ball, his hands shaking, "Why?"

"Every time a person gets mood swings in a nightmare, my strength increases by one point."

"Also say I am not your believer!?"

Hoffa was trying to smash, but the little monster didn't mean to be scared at all, "I saved you, if you didn't hide in my nightmare world, with your level of power, sooner or later would be burned to ashes by the sun." Rotating around in the glass ball, "Just because you have a dream, you will crush me?"

"But you are not allowed to pry into my heart!" he said angrily.

"Nothing unusual. With all due respect, this is a rather boring nightmare."

"you......"

Hoffa wanted to slap it to death with a stick, but he felt that it was impossible to slap a **** with a stick. Moreover, he felt that what the other party said was reasonable. It was indeed a boring nightmare, but it was also so boring. It's even more terrifying.

"Damn..." He threw away the plank and the glass ball on the bed.

On the box beside the bed, there was a glass of ice water from the house elf. He raised his head and drank it. Slowly, he calmed down from the nightmare heart palpitations.

After calming down, he pulled open his chest clothes, pointed at the hideous scar and said: "I can't recover anymore, I can only come out at night like a vampire?"

"Nothing can't be changed, you are still very young, and there is still a lot to go." The little monster said.

Hoffa felt a little better, and he buttoned up his clothes:

"The Ye God saved me, but you were the one who got the benefit. Even if I came to see it, you would be too rascal."

"I can answer your questions, if you have one."

The little monster said calmly: "Believe me, I have seen the hearts of hundreds of millions of people and know the endless mysteries. It is very worthwhile to exchange the price of nightmares every night for my company."

"The last time I asked you how to beat Mans, you didn't answer. Now you have to talk something big."

"That's because you already know the answer," said the little monster.

"I know? How do I know!" Hoffa was puzzled: "If you want to know the answer, I was pierced into the heart by him..."

Suddenly, he stopped talking. Lost in contemplation.

He thought of the last time in a nightmare that the man named Aldo had reminded himself that Mans was very terrible, but he did not pay enough attention to his words, which led to a very heavy price and even almost lost his life.

However, Aldor told himself before he died that if he was not his opponent, he could try the black mistletoe.

"Black mistletoe...what is it?"