Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Hoffa looked at Chloe. She hadn't seen him for more than a year, and she was a lot more mature than before. Now she really has a certain sacred temperament in her body...

"No...I won't kill you."

He said, "You don't have to think about it anymore."

He said, focusing on rowing.

Chloe shook her head and said no more. She wrapped the shawl on Hoffa's shoulders and followed him to the other side of the frozen fjord.

The two quickly came to the other side of the fjord. Surprisingly, Hoffa did not encounter any interrogation here. There are totally two states on the other side of the peaceful wind.

He could see a group of wizards happily raising a fire on the beach, roasting food, as if celebrating victory. However, some of them celebrated the victory in a peculiar way.

A few wizards in black robes were chasing a few pale-faced girls by the fire. Those girls were shivering from the cold in the night, and their clothes were scattered. They cried and tried to attract rescue needlessly, but this only made the wizards more excited.

From Dodoro's words, Hoffa knew that this era was under Silby's rule. The wizard should be at war with Muggles. Those Muggle girls should have been taken captive from the conquered area.

Some of them held down a young girl, chuckles and took out some pink potion powder from the robe, which was probably the predecessor of the ecstasy, and applied it to the girl's face.

Immediately, the girls' skin glowed pink, and they stood up involuntarily with their psychedelic eyes, changing from passive to active.

But the wizards fled with laughter, or used violence to treat the girls who were in heat, or punched, kicked, or whiped them, treating them exactly like animals.

When they got bored, the wizards killed them by the fire and threw them into the sea, or simply burned them to ashes with potions.

Hoffa stood in the distance watching those primitive, savage, and uncivilized activities, and there was not much fluctuation in his heart that was rare.

On the one hand, he knew that this happened a thousand years ago. On the other hand, he knew that in ancient times, war was like this. The winner kills the loser, and then takes the loser's woman and wealth as his own.

In fact, until the industrial society, human instincts were to conquer, kill, plunder and destroy.

They are like a group of lemmings, they breed like crazy when the year is good. When the year is bad, when the population swells to the point that the land cannot accommodate it, the population has to fall. How to fall? Just through wars, famines, plagues, and so on. In the 14th century, there was a black plague in Europe. In less than ten years, the population of all of Europe decreased by a third.

This cycle goes back and forth, reproduction, war, death, and rebirth.

It was not until the Industrial Revolution, and even later, that wars, plagues and famines slowly moved away.

This is not because mankind has changed, but because productivity has increased. Those violent natures, conquering, killing, plundering and destroying were replaced by gentler, profitable ones.

It is ridiculous in itself to use modern eyes or moral standards to demand ancient people, because the environment is completely different.

Hoffa has long passed the age of black and white or binary opposition. He has experienced too much. He has seen too many terrible things done by humans to the same kind, and he has long looked down on it.

Now he, he just wants to fulfill his responsibility, that is, to figure out Silby's goal, and then stop him.

Everything else has nothing to do with him.

He quietly passed by the wizards without squinting.

On the contrary, Chloe on his shoulder turned to look at the group of wizards and girls with emotion, and couldn't stop sighing.

It didn't take long for him to see the biggest one among the endless camps. In the dark, it was lit with orange lights, as if silently proclaiming the residence of the most powerful.

The highlight is coming.

After searching for so long, he finally found the location of Silby. With twelve points of spirit and vigilance, he straightened his expression, turned into an ordinary patrolling wizard, and walked toward the tent.

When he approached the tent, he heard the rumorous quarrel coming from the tent. When he approached, the quarrel became more intense.

......

"After procrastination, when will the attack be possible?"

Someone shouted violently in the tent.

Hoffa stuck to the big tent and opened the curtain slightly.

The shouting was a man wearing a red cloak with a golden sword in his waist. He had blond hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard. He looked very masculine.

"I'm fed up, really fed up!"

However, the masculine guy looked very anxious at the moment: "If you drag it on, the wizards under your hands are about to become fucked! Yesterday I actually saw them playing Muggles for fun, it's really unreasonable!"

Calm down, friend. "A short man in a green robe sat on the opposite chair, holding a book indifferently, and dangling: "You can't punish our lovely subordinates for a few Muggles. "

"Let them waste energy like this?" The man in the red cloak dangled irritably.

The green-robed man was unmoved, and leisurely turned a page of the book: "Didn't you say yes, attack at dawn."

"Dawn!"

The grumpy red-robed man slapped the table loudly: "It's been a week, and it's still dark, are you sure it's not..."

The man in the red robe lowered his voice and said suspiciously: "What is he thinking, is he playing us?"

Snapped!

The green-robed short man closed the book in his hand and sneered: "When you first recognized the king, you were quicker than anyone surrendered, but now you are suspicious here."

He pointed to the nose of the man in the red cloak and cursed: "He said that the action at dawn is the action at dawn. What are you in a hurry? When the sky is falling, isn't the king holding it up?"

"You! Oops!" The red cloak manly sat down on the chair, angrily raised his arms, ignoring the man in the green robe.

At this moment, in the corner of the tent, a soft voice full of worry said: "Don't quarrel, he hasn't eaten much for a month. There must be something on his mind."

Hoffa followed the voice and looked at it. It was a fat, rich-looking middle-aged witch. She was sitting at the fireplace with a fabric that looked like a scarf in her hand.

She sighed and put down the fabric, and said sadly: "He only drank a little milk every day for a whole month. What can I do for a long time like this."

"You care about him, he is an adult."

After the green-robed man scolded the cloak man, he read the book lazily, "As long as he can defeat the church and fulfill his promise to us, under this premise, he will do whatever he wants. Don't talk about drinking milk, Even if he wants to be with a virgin (female) breast milk, I will express it for him."

When he said that, the man in the red cape and the rich woman were unhappy.

The cloak shook his head and shook his head masculinely, "I said, "Why have we been together for so many years, can you be a little bit human? The past is over, is it necessary to be so brooding?"

The green-robed man sneered at each other without hesitation: "Who said I was brooding? As if you could force him to eat!"

"you!"

"Don't make noise, don't make noise!"

The rich woman covers her ears with her hands. You are so annoyed. Can you speak well? Why are you noisy at every turn.

Through the small slit of the tent, Hoffa saw three noisy people inside. For a time, I was full of emotions.

There is no doubt that the one wearing a red cloak and a silver sword on his waist must be Godric Gryffindor.

And the one who wore a green robe and spoke nonchalantly must be Salazar Slytherin. Hoffa thought the founder of the Snake Academy would be more stalwart than he thought.

As for the fat woman sitting in the corner and knitting a scarf, Hoffa decided she was Hufflepuff.

In the second grade, Hoffa had seen the fragments of consciousness left by the four founders in the Hogwarts Orb, but this was completely different from seeing a real person.

It's just...Of the four people, there seems to be one missing.

As soon as the thought came up, a cold question came from behind: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

Hearing the sound, Hoffa looked back.

Ho!

The remaining person is standing behind him.

The founder of Ravenclaw Academy, Ronay Ravenclaw, wore a neat light blue robe with short silver hair. He was tall and thin, with some prominent cheekbones. It didn’t look like that. A beauty in the secular sense, but she has deep pupils and sharp eyes. With a breathtaking momentum.

Seeing the founder of his academy, Hoffa straightened his back slightly and bowed to her: "I heard a quarrel in the tent, Lord Ravenclaw."

"The night wizard?"

Ravenclaw's eyes softened, and she didn't know why, the black eyes of the young wizard made her very fond.

"Ok."

Hoffa nodded.

He just noticed that Ravenclaw was holding a small earthen jar in his hand. There is steaming milky white liquid in the crock.

"They are used to noisy," Ravenclaw said. "Do your own thing and don't get distracted by other things."

"I see."

Hoffa stood there and opened the tent for Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw walked into the tent with the small crock pot, and Hufflepuff immediately stood up, "Why did you get it back?" Hufflepuff asked worriedly.

"He doesn't want it." Ravenclaw said coldly. Put the small earthen jar in your hand on the table.

"Yeah." Hufflepuff sat down on the chair and rubbed his forehead sadly: "How can I be so tempted."

Gryffindor straightened up at the long table, frowned and asked, "Ronay, you are closest to him. You can guess his idea every time. Then tell us what is going on with him now. ."

"Who is closest to him?"

Ravenclaw's face turned red, and she turned her head with a cold snort.

But then, her expression dimmed.

"I don’t know this time. He shut himself up completely. I wanted to see him for several nights, but he turned him away. I usually give him some milk, but he still takes it in. Today’s milk No more. I called him outside for a long time, but he didn't reply."

When she said that, even the expression had been indifferent, and the carefree Slytherin also became serious. He closed the book, straightened his back, and frowned.

"Damn, what happened!?"

Gryffindor rubbed his hair violently, rubbing a soft blond hair into a mess.

Hufflepuff sat on a chair, crying with a sad face, "Neither drink milk, drink water nor eat food. Is he going on a hunger strike? Obviously we are all going to win. What is he thinking?"

"How would I know."

Ravenclaw is rarely a little anxious, "If we keep shutting down like this, I'm afraid something will happen."

.....

Outside the tent, Hoffa was lost in thought. The guy who did not eat or drink among the four of them must be Silby, otherwise, who else deserves the attention of the four of them.

Just don’t eat or drink? What kind of moth that guy is playing, is it possible that he wants to cultivate immortals with bigu, there is no immortal in this world for him to cultivate.

.....

"Let me try."

A clear voice came from outside the tent.

Salazar Slytherin with a gloomy face raised his head first, and saw Hoffa at the door of the tent, so he said displeased: "Where is the soldier from?"

A dark shadow quickly spread out from under his feet and quietly came to Hoffa around the tent.

Gryffindor was even more irritable. He was thinking about a problem. When he was interrupted by this sudden one, he immediately took the case: "What's the matter, you dare to break in without order, who is in charge of you?"

The two men are so hot, the two women have a milder attitude.

Hufflepuff blamed Gryffindor, "You are less angry, it is not good for your health."

Ravenclaw still guarded Hoffa, and she scolded, "Didn't you let you do your own thing? Why are you still running in, go, and get out quickly."

Hoffa was unmoved. He pointed to the crock on the table of four and said calmly: "Isn't he not eating or drinking? Let me try. I have a way to let him eat."

As soon as the words came out, the unhappy Gryffindor was taken aback, Hufflepuff was happy, Ravenclaw was very surprised, even the black shadow winding behind Hoffa slowly retracted.

"What did you say?" the four asked in unison.

Hoffa shrugged, "I said, I have a way to get Master Spencer back to normal, at least, drink the can of milk."

"Why should we believe you? Speaking of which, we have never seen you before." Slytherin maintained his unique coldness and vigilance.

"In other words, I am also a member of the team." Hoffa was slanderous. "And in my hometown, there are many such wizards."

"The wizard who doesn't eat?" Hufflepuff asked in surprise.

"Almost." Hoffa said vaguely: "I am in a bad mood, too fat, and too stressed. In short, if you have such a problem, just let me talk to him to make sure that the medicine will be cured. Ma Xiang."

Salazar Slytherin looked at Hoffa, frowning deeper and deeper.

Gryffindor was unhappy. He was unhappy when he came in from Hoffa, thinking that this young fellow was running the train with his mouth full. He drew out the sword and said: "Even if this person does not report his name, he looks very face-to-face. He must be uneasy. Maybe he is a spy sent by the church."

With that said, he carried the sharp goblin sword and walked towards Hoffa.

"Wait."

Instead, Slytherin reached out his hand to stop the impulsive Gryffindor. He prolonged his tone and said slowly: "A dead horse will be a living doctor, anyway, no one can do anything to that guy, or else Let this little guy try."

Gryffindor: "What if...?"

"Let him try."

Hufflepuff also said, "Slytherin is right, we have no other choice." She looked at Ravenclaw again: "Ronay, what do you think?"

Ravenclaw stared at Hoffa's eyes for a long time, then slowly nodded, "I believe him."