Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Albus Dumbledore: "I don't know the position of the half-man king, but someone knows."

"Really?" Hoffa's eyes lit up when Dumbledore said that. "Who knows where he is?"

"The one who kept reminding me to beware of him, Dumbledore said with a smile: "She has been searching for the half-man king for many years. Not long ago, she sent me a letter from the far north, saying that she had found the possible source of the dream plague..."

Hoffa's ears stood up as soon as she heard that she still had the far north. A tall figure left and dived into his mind.

Could it be...

"Yes, it is your former transformation teacher, Osivia Normanoff." Dumbledore touched his gray beard with emotion: "To be honest, she is in the Soviet Union these days, for us A lot of supplies were aided."

Hoffa was full of emotion at the thought of the elder sister whom he hadn't seen for a long time. If anyone besides him knows Silby. No doubt Osivia is one of them.

When you, they were at the junction of non-European continents, they were slapped by Silby, which is still fresh. At that time, he was still a fledgling newcomer, and Osivia was just a student of Slytherin College who had just graduated.

So many years have passed in a flash, and God knows how she is now.

"Where is she?" Hoffa asked quickly.

She sent me a letter three days ago.

Dumbledore bent over and pulled out an open letter from under the desk file and handed it to Hoffa.

Hoffa quickly took a look. On the brown cover, there was light green ink with Osivia Romanov's signature, and he opened the letter.

Dear Professor Dumbledore:

The letter I wrote to you last time will surely enable you to keep abreast of what is happening in the most desolate corner of the world.

Just three hours before writing this letter, I saw a sky-reaching tower rising from the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, and soon disappeared without a trace.

As mentioned earlier, the guy who claims to be a half-man king must have some unspeakable secrets on his back. This time I came to the Iberian Peninsula, where he once claimed to be "hometown", but found that it is not very similar to England or other countries.

The religious atmosphere here is deeply ingrained. People here have firmly believed in God from a very early time. It is hard to imagine that without the support of a solid goal, a person will survive the curse for so long.

The longer you stay here, the more you will be aware of the confusing and confusing depths of history.

Here, I noticed a lot of traces of the activities of Salazar Slytherin and even other founders of the academy, their talk documents, some remaining totem tokens, and a large number of forgotten weapons, tombs and stone pillars.

I am not an archaeologist, but I can still imagine that there should have been a large-scale war and the bloodiest massacre here.

I don't know what these events have to do with the goal of the half-human king. However, in recent investigations, I discovered the location of the weird dream power fluctuations. It is nearby, but I can't determine the exact location.

If possible, I will personally go to the "safe house" next week. I hope you can take the time to go and witness all this. By the way, during this time, the more forces you can integrate, the better, and the decisive battle will be reduced to , It's time to decide the winner with him.

Iberian Peninsula

November 13 diary

The letter is not long, but Osivia's concise and concise style.

Hoffa read the letter several times over and over again, and quickly learned a few key words from the Iberian Peninsula, the disappearing tower of the sky, the traces of the activities of the four founders, the prehistoric massacre?

This made him wonder what Osivia saw.

However, on the Iberian Peninsula, Hoffa did not expect this. He had been searching the three countries of Britain, France and Germany, and he did not expect to go to that kind of corner. Osivia was more attentive than him. When he wanted to meet them for the first time, Silby begged him to send himself back to Spain, which is really his hometown...

In my mind, thoughts kept rising and falling.

Dumbledore patted Hoffa’s shoulder: “It’s useless to think so now. The letter says that she will come on the 20th. There are four days left on the 20th. My suggestion is that you can now Let’s rest here for a few days, eat something, go to sleep, find some friends to talk about the past, and prepare for our last adventure.

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When Hoffa left Dumbledore's office, Miranda was waiting for him in the corridor. At this time, his mood was not as anxious as he was at the beginning, and he was taking a walk with Miranda to rest in this peculiar underground settlement.

Miranda asked him many questions about adventures, and Hoffa told the truth. He told her about his experience for more than a year. When Hoffa told her that Aglaia would survive fifty years later, Miranda covered her mouth with excitement. She rarely lost her wisdom or soft side, pulling Hoffa's non-stop twittering, like an ordinary Like girls, ask yourself about your friends' survival. Then, after the excitement, Miranda lowered her head sadly.

Hoffa asked her what was wrong.

She only said that she was very sad when she thought of seeing Aglaia again.

The underground settlements are mostly young people who are about his age or slightly older than him. Most of them are busy moving some supplies around. Some words are written in Russian or French on those supplies.

There is a stone arch every few hundred meters, and there is a green flame in the stone arch, and people are constantly carrying boxes in and out of the stone arch. Every time they enter, they shout loudly with the name of the place. Then was swallowed by green fire.

The stone arch should assume the function of the flyway network.

Miranda said: "Because there are all sleepwalkers outside, the trade channel has been cut off. The wizarding world now only trades through the Floo network."

Hoffa: "Exchanging supplies?"

Miranda: "Yes, our gathering place produces the most fresh water and a kind of underground eyeless fish, as well as some potion plants that can only survive in darkness and humidity, such as devil nets and fluorescent mushrooms. Fortunately, Dumbledore invented the Super Floo Network, and we can now use these arches to go to any corner of the earth. Trade with other surviving wizards."

"Don't the surviving wizards in other places live underground?" Hoffa asked.

Miranda shook his head: "On the mountains, in the primitive jungle, and even on the seabed, as long as you can avoid the search of sleepwalkers, there are traces of wizards who do not want to fall into the dream."

Hoffa was deeply moved. He originally thought that the world would fall into a dream indiscriminately, but now he is too pessimistic, and many people are facing the predicament positively and optimistically, rebelling against Silby's secret manipulation.

After walking together for a while, Miranda proposed to eat, Hoffa happily went, so the two came to the shore of the underground lagoon, rented a small boat, and slowly rowed towards the center of the lake.

There is a floating island in the lagoon. On the floating island is a group of black buildings with unclear specific shapes. Like the buildings on land, they are also hung with hyacinth lamps, orange and very soft.

After approaching the buildings on the floating island, Hoffa could see that it was a conch-shaped lake restaurant.

Miranda took the lead on the floating island, stretched out her hand to pull Hoffa up, and after going up, stepped on the floating island and made a pedaling noise. On the floating island, there are a few goblins who are smoking. They flicked their ears, frowned, and made squeaky conversations, appearing very anxious.

Hoffa thought that the goblin must be anxious these years. The collapse of social order is no more hit than the market and business.

"Poor fellows."

Miranda whispered, and led Hoffa into the restaurant.

The restaurant environment is not very good, in other words, it makes Hoffa a little uncomfortable. As Ravenclaw, he likes the tall, dry nest, where the stars are best seen.

But here is filled with all kinds of transparent glass fish tanks. In the bathtub, there are some strange-looking fishes. Many of them have no eyes, or their eyes are reduced to a small point, swimming slowly at the bottom of the pool.

There are green candles on each fish tank, which is like a Slytherin crypt. It must be a Slytherin who opened this restaurant.

In front of one of the fish tanks, Hoffa saw some amphibians who looked like frogs but had four arms and two legs. They were lying on the reef in the fish tank with bulging eyes, if they were in the fish tank. Swim past a dead fly, and they will immediately pop their tongues and swish away the flies. If the strange companion also saw the fly, it would straighten its waist and slap its chest aggressively, trying to scare its opponent away.

"Bottom murloc."

Miranda said to Hoffa.

"They are common magical creatures here. Because of their exuberant fecundity and peculiar taste, they are also very popular ingredients here.

"Alas..."

Hoffa put his eyes on the fish tank with great interest, and saw two murlocs on the reef, enthusiastic and focused on the overlapping mates. However, before he could watch the process carefully, the two murlocs were grabbed by the restaurant owner who was rough and one arm was black, and unloaded eight pieces on the chopping board.

He couldn't help but feel complicated, and waited for them to finish before killing...

Miranda sat with him on a wooden table next to the water tank, and the two waited while chatting. This meeting should not have reached the point of dining, there are not many people.

After a while, a woman with a green lipstick, a hen's head, and her belly squeezing her eyes came up with a menu. Since Miranda said he wanted to invite Hoffa to dinner, he did not interrupt, only that he could order anything.

However, Hoffa soon regretted letting Miranda order food, and this restaurant looked more weird than its appearance.

A few minutes later, the woman wearing green lipstick twisted her waist and brought up two plates. On the plates were pieces of meat with purple blood, with something like basil leaves, and there was a cup with green bubbles next to it. Soaked drink.

"Please." Miranda grinned when the waitress put the plate of purple-blooded meat in front of Hoffa.

Hoffa stared at the piece of meat suspiciously, always feeling that it was taken from the bottom-dwelling mermaid just now. He couldn't help but put his nose up and sniffed, a little puzzled.

Miranda took the lead. She cut off a small piece and put her hair in her mouth, looking strangely ladylike.

Hoffa had a black line.

Seeing Miranda cut off that peculiar piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth, she thought that Britain really deserved to be the king of the dark cooking world. So he also cut a piece and put it in his mouth.

"Well..."

It's not as unpalatable as expected, it's a bit like salmon, but it's more chewy. It's just that the touch of a completely raw food still makes Hoffa somewhat nauseous.

Click!

The chopping board sounded.

He saw the sturdy chef in the distance swiftly retracting the knife and cutting off a bottom-dwelling murloc. This tells Hoffa that what he is chewing now may be the two that had just been mated.

"Their family doesn't like making fires, you understand." Miranda saw Hoffa's rejection and said with a smile.

"You did it on purpose, right." Hoffa rolled his eyes. "Want me to experience the miserable life underground, and then I will try my best to take you out."

"Hmph, Hoffa, you think too much." Miranda took a sip of bubbling green soda, "If you still think so after eating, I'll treat you to the next meal."

Her tone is quite confident.

At this time, the waitress of the restaurant brought another dish. This dish was a silver stewed fish. It looked different from the previous murlocs. It was cooked and had a hint of white on it.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, somehow it was not the whole life.

However, when he put the fork in, the fork made a creaking sound, and it was completely frozen. It turned out that the white gas turned out to be cold mist.

He blew away the cold mist, and dense small mushrooms grew on the silver stewed fish. It was not right to say that it was small mushrooms, but hyphae.

This...?

He looked at Miranda confusedly. What kind of food is this?

"Ice silk white fish."

Miranda cut a small piece elegantly and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Ice silk is a kind of magic fungus that absorbs heat and then grows quickly. It absorbs heat so fast that it can almost instantly freeze boiling water.

The underground whitebait is also a fatty fish, if it is eaten alone, the taste is too greasy. However, if it is paired with ice shreds, it can quickly absorb the calories in the fat and add a rich taste to it. It is a specialty of the underground in London. "

Hoffa opened his mouth silly and looked at Miranda.

Miranda, "Why do you look foolishly, don't you eat after I said so much?"

Hoffa: "I couldn't think of it. I only went out for a year or two. When you come back, you become a lady + gourmet."

As soon as the voice fell, a fierce kick came from under the table, hitting Hoffa's thigh and grinning in pain.

Miranda said gracefully: "The days are hard enough. If you don't have fun in time, I'm afraid I don't know if there will be opportunities for fun in the future.

"Yes... what Miss Goshak said..."

Hoffa quickly cut off a hissing fish and stuffed it into his mouth.

As soon as he entered, he hissed and shivered.

It's so cold, this is his first feeling.

Then, it smells good.

It seems to be eating a piece of goat cheese that has been fermented for a month.

But it's not so soft. After the ice shreds sucked away the excess oil from the fish, the raw meat is very delicate but very strong. Coupled with the peculiar ice silk, one by one broke in the mouth, just like eating rock candy.

What's even more amazing is that the fish meat went down his throat, but gradually heated up. When the piece of meat fell into his stomach, it became scorching hot, making his whole body warm.

"Oh..." He shivered and straightened his back.

Miranda saw his surprise and smiled: "The ice silk just absorbs the heat from the fish and grows quickly, but it does not lose much calories. On the contrary, if you eat it, the heat will be released quickly, making you feel It's very warm.

"Two heavens of ice and fire!"

Hoffa touched his lower abdomen and praised from the bottom of his heart, "What a great fish."

Miranda shrugged and continued to eat the food gently.

After eating the fish. The waitress with green lips twisted her waist and brought up another dish.

This dish is even more amazing.

There are only two eight-legged spiders with oddly fat buttocks. The spider's body is as big as a fist, and it is glowing with translucent purple. It looks very beautiful. The legs look like some amber bamboo candy. .

But no matter how beautiful a spider is, it is also a spider, and what makes Hoffa even more creepy is that in the spider's translucent abdomen, there are hundreds of white eggs that are wriggling, which should be the offspring of the spider.

"This...this is..."

Hoffa swallowed. Although he was knowledgeable, he had never eaten anything like this.

Miranda smiled slightly, her squinted eyes showed a happy look at the dumplings, "You haven't eaten this~ This is the Balkan grape spider. It is the food traded by the wizards from the Balkan Peninsula and us. It is a rare delicacy. If it were not for the interruption of trade and the wizards over there had nothing to trade, this kind of delicacy would never have spread."

Balkans...Grape spiders...

The name is pretty nice.

Hoffa held the fork, feeling completely incapable of removing it. "It's alive? Is it purely eaten raw?"

Miranda nodded and smiled, "Do you dare?"

The provocation of her smile made Hoffa a little uncomfortable, and he snorted, "What dare you?" He took a deep breath and was about to fork the spider.

Miranda laughed, stopped him, took away the fork in his hand, and smiled: "Fool, that's not what you eat."

"Then how to eat it." Hoffa's face blushed, feeling like he was teased by friends in the city like a dumpling who had entered the city.

Miranda handed Hoffa a spoon and said, "Don't worry, wait a minute."

Hoffa took the spoon, and Yiyan waited for a moment.

Ten seconds later.

The lavender translucent spider cocked its belly and gave birth.

Its buttocks split and gave birth to thousands of small round spiders, making the scalp numb.

However, at the moment of birth, the body of the female spider also melted away and turned into a pool of purple paste.

The hundreds of little spiders rushed up and surrounded the muddy side of the spider mother.

Miranda picked up the spoon and urged Hoffa: "Quick, quick, right now, eat fresh!"

As she said, she used a spoon to scoop a spoonful of purple paste and a small white spider, and put it into her mouth, revealing an intoxicated look.

Hoffa was shocked, but he also stretched out the spoon, took a tentatively, pinched his nose, held his breath, and carefully put it into his mouth.

boom! ! !

At this moment, it seems that the universe bursts open!

Hoffa's eyes widened and he almost made a silly sound. All his taste buds uttered compliments, as if playing a grand symphony.

The purple spider paste does not have the slightest odor, it is sweet and fermented to the most appropriate noble rot wine, but it is not a bit unnoticeable. The thick animal fat is smooth and soft like butter, but not a bit greasy. Even better, the little white spiders burst open in his mouth, like a naturally formed popping candy. After popping, they exude a fragrance similar to new-born grapes, raising the already rich taste buds to a higher level.

Wow!

Eat one spoonful.

Hoffa could not find other words to describe it.

This is completely beyond his expectation, there is such a delicious thing.

After eating another spoonful, the wonderful taste and super-normal taste are taken to the next level, as if there is no end, he eats a whole plate of spider paste and small spiders one by one spoonful after spoonful, and he can hardly imagine the fast speed. .

Finally, after he licked all the dishes, he had reached the highest point of taste bud enjoyment, and he raised his head reluctantly and looked at Miranda with eyesight.

Miranda explained to him slowly: "The Balkan grape spider is a kind of spider that eats grapes on the Balkan Peninsula. Because it affects the growth of grapes, it was originally regarded by local residents a long time ago. A kind of pest. But later, local residents discovered that after the spider gave birth, the body produced a hormone that would break down the body of the mother spider, melt its body, and become food for small spiders.

At this time, the Balkan grape spider will exude unimaginable deliciousness and nutrition, and the essence of its life will be gathered at this moment.

After the local wizards discovered it, the Balkan grape spider instantly turned from a pest to a treasured delicacy, and became the food of the local nobles. They even set up a vineyard to breed spiders. "

After explaining, Hoffa was stunned.

Miranda joked: "So everything is scored on both sides. If it weren't for your rival, it is estimated that wizards in the Balkans would never trade this kind of treasure."