Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In just three days, Indor not only saved the world of goblins, but also restored the wizarding market, but also rapidly expanded its power.

Hoffa saw these things in his eyes, and he didn't stop it at all. For the fairy, risk is opportunity. From the first grade to the present, Indor has always been like this.

Only in this way can we rebuild the rules and rebuild the world as quickly as possible, without involving emotional operating resources. At this point, he thinks fairies are better than anyone.

Finally, three days later, this terrible, global sleepwalker turmoil finally ended.

When Hoffa returned to the underground lagoon in London again, he was no longer alone. Behind him was a large group of people, who were all followers from all over the world.

The empty Xiehu Lake has regained its former busyness, with people coming and going, and he was relieved as soon as he walked out of the Super Floo network.

Good news, Miranda is right in front of him.

I saw that she was standing in front of a portal, talking quickly to a group of wizards. She was holding parchment paper and a quill in her hand, listening to what others said, while taking notes. Very normal, it seems that the super turmoil of these three days has not affected him at all.

This made Hoffa wonder what to do. On the one hand, he was relieved that he had found her. For three whole days, he always thought that Silby would tie her up and throw her into the Pacific Ocean, but that didn't happen.

But Miranda actually restarted to work with a calm expression, nothing unusual. This made Hoffa a little uncomfortable in his heart, and even more ashamed. He thought that self-cultivation must have not arrived home, otherwise, how could he be indifferent? He decided to wait for the things here to finish and he must learn from this guy.

Other wizards near the Super Floo Network saw that Hoffa had brought so many people at once. They put down their work and rushed up. After these days of crazy salvation, Hoffa has become a sober wizard. The star in China, everyone wants to touch him.

Indor hurriedly took Hoffa's followers and stopped those who wanted to contact Hoffa. Suddenly there was a lot of noisy.

Hoffa had no intention of managing the chaos, only Miranda was in his eyes. But Miranda did not come. She glanced at the noisy Super Floo Network, and then went to other places.

Hoffa was slightly annoyed. He slowed down time, separated the crowd, and followed Miranda. When Indor and his followers reacted, the savior was gone.

Miranda came near another portal and began to count the goods. She counted batch after batch, recording one by one.

Finally, after she had counted the last batch of goods, Miranda and a witch who looked like her assistant stepped off the platform. At this time, her gaze shifted to Hoffa.

Hoffa had been waiting for him for almost an hour now.

Miranda looked as usual. She brought her assistant to Hoffa, flipping the parchment: "Why are you standing here?"

"I..."

Hoffa didn't know how to answer her for a while, and her question made him seem to be a second-generation ancestor with nothing to do and idle. He had accumulated a lot of questions in the past three days, and he didn't know how to ask.

Yeah, what are you doing? Can still question her if she is not successful. What happened has happened, and people are still at work now.

Miranda put away the parchment, pushed his glasses, and said lightly: "Dumbledore is looking for you, saying that Osivia is back."

Then, she said to the witch on the other side: "Alice, take him to Dumbledore, and hand over these documents to him by the way." (A picture of business affairs)

"Okay Miranda," said the little witch named Alice. She beckoned to Hoffa, "Come with me, and I will take you to Dumbledore."

Miranda pushed his glasses, and went to take care of her business with a calm expression.

Hoffa looked at Miranda with a complicated expression, and felt more and more that he really underestimated her. Does he really know this person? He is very suspicious. From the age of eleven to the present, except at the end of the first grade, he has hardly seen Miranda express too much emotion. If it's normal, but they have already done that stuff, why are they becoming more and more unfamiliar?

Stalker was obviously not Hoffa's style. Since Miranda had no intention of contacting him any more, he had no choice but to let go of his sadness and follow Alice to Dumbledore's office.

Pushing the door in, there stood a tall witch talking to Dumbledore.

She is more than 1.8 meters tall, and her whole body is wrapped in a dark green magic robe. With his back to Hoffa, the bun on his head was rolled into a hemisphere, and a hairpin deformed by a magic wand was inserted in it.

It's Osivia.

Seeing her, Hoffa broke away from the slumped state beside Miranda, showing a bright smile.

"Sister," he shouted. The voice did not know how sincere he was when he saw Indor.

Osivia turned around, revealing the face of a twenty-four or five-year-old young woman.

She is still the same as before, beautiful but indifferent, the collar of the green cloak on her body is very high, and her chin and lips are hidden in the high collar. But even so, Hoffa could still see the faint smile in her eyes.

As well as the deep fatigue in her expression, there is no doubt that her long search for Silby's whereabouts and the dusty coming here have consumed a lot of her energy.

Hoffa came to her and wanted to give her a hug, but thinking of Miranda, he stretched out his hand and said politely and restrained: "Long time no see, senior sister."

"Long time no see, Hoffa."

Osivia stretched out a hand from his robe. The moment she stretched out her hand, Hoffa immediately caught a sharp glimpse of an abnormality, because he stretched out his right hand, but Osivia's left hand stretched out, looking very awkward.

When he took a closer look, he was shocked, because the other arm in the robe of this Snake Academy Senior Girl was empty as soon as the wrist was clicked. She had one arm broken, just like Venus had broken her arm.

"Senior sister...you...your hand!?"

"Oh, you said this." Osivia untied her cloak indifferently, revealing her broken arm, which had healed a long time ago, and there was still a ring of golden runes in the broken place.

"I met a difficult guy while traveling, and accidentally cut his arm." She said plainly, as if it was not herself who was injured.

Seeing that Hoffa was still somewhat unacceptable, Osivia smiled. She shook his hand with one arm, pulled him in front of her, and said in her faint, slightly hoarse accent, " You've grown up." She touched her chest with her hand, and said with emotion: "You only came to me last time, and now you are as tall as me."

"That...that's not it."

Hoffa said that 300,000 years have passed, and it is too unreasonable if it does not grow high. He was still thinking about who could sever Osivia's arm, and couldn't help but look at her broken arm, but she had calmly put her arm into her sleeve.

"The narrative will be discussed later."

Sitting behind his desk, Dumbledore rubbed his temples sadly, and said, "Give him that letter, Romanoff."

"Great."

Osivia’s expression turned from faint joy to extreme seriousness. She reached into her arms with one hand, took out a folded parchment from it, handed it to Hoffa, and said solemnly: “This is what I’m looking for. The letter I found when I was the king. Yesterday, when I came back from the Super Floo Network in the Iberian Peninsula, it was set on the stone wall of the portal. Take a look."

Seeing that Osivia was so serious, Hoffa could not help taking the letter with a solemn expression, and slowly opened it. As soon as he saw the first set of characters, he bit his lower lip firmly.

[Dear Hoffa, my best friend, I know all your hard work. There is no doubt that you have passed another test of mine, and you are already qualified to come to me. In front of you, I naturally don’t Will hide in hiding.

It’s just that I’m inconvenient to move, and you must be aware of it. Well, at this time tomorrow, when you come to Toledo on the Iberian Peninsula, there will be a car to pick you up.

As the end of the grand ceremony, I want to share this supreme glory with you, Silby]

The letter was short, but after Hoffa read it, he had no idea what to say. He raised his head and looked at Dumbledore. Looking at Osivia again, she shook her head: "I'm not his friend."

"Of course I know you are not his friend."

Dumbledore said: "But how did he do it? It seems that our every move is under his eyelids."

Osivia said: "Does he have a terrific plan? Only you know this plan."

Hoffa didn't know how to answer. He felt that he returned to the present fifty years later, like a moth falling into a spider web. The more struggling, the deeper the danger.

There is no doubt that Silby knows everything about him. He felt like a chess piece, running around in a cloud of fog, and the trajectory that he came out of was exactly what the guy expected. What kind of wishful thinking is that guy doing?

"Hoffa, tell me your plan."

Seeing him not speaking for a long time, Osivia asked worriedly.

"I'm going to see Silby, beat him, stop him." Hoffa said hoarsely, this is the only thing I can do.

"Can't see him."

Dumbledore said categorically: "This is an obvious conspiracy. He will use you and even destroy you! Since he has exposed the location, then we will send all the troops to attack that place directly."

"No way."

It was Osivia who denied Dumbledore’s proposal this time. She shook her head: "I have been there. It has been completely separated from the real world. The distance between dream and reality has become very blurred there, like a mirage. , If the mental power is not strong enough, it will be very easy to be swallowed by that place and become a member of the sleepwalker.

However, most wizards who are sober now need to rely on various refreshing drugs to help them sober. They are not the people with extraordinary perseverance and cannot send an army to attack. "

After a pause, Osivia sighed, "I have to say that he has planned for a long time, and the number of people is meaningless to him."

Dumbledore's expression was like eating a ton of yellow lotus, which was terribly bitter.

Hoffa put down the letter, "It seems that I have no choice. I will meet him. No matter what, if I defeat him, everything will be free."

"I will go with you."

Osivia said: "He is the monster we released together, and we should solve it together. Moreover, I have been there and I am familiar with it.

"If this is the case, then I will be together." Dumbledore said, "Even if you can't direct the army to attack, you can't let you act alone. What happened five years ago, it's time to make a break. Such a stain must be removed from Hogg. Watts was cleared from school history."

Hoffa nodded. If it was a small team action, he would very much agree. After all, he didn't have the arrogance to be invincible in the world. Facing that kind of enemy, one more helper is always good.

He said: "If this is the case, then we will set off tomorrow and don't talk to anyone..."

boom! !

The door to Dumbledore's office was suddenly pushed open. Interrupted Hoffa's speech.

The three people in the office turned their heads, and Miranda was holding a stack of papers at the door. Seeing other people coming in, all three people in the office closed their mouths with interest.

Miranda slowly put the file on Dumbledore's desk, then stood in front of them and stopped leaving.

Hoffa's heart trembled, and Osivia looked a little confused.

Dumbledore's expression was a little surprised. He probably didn't expect Miranda to push the door in without saying hello, let alone stay here after she delivered the things.

"What's the matter with you, Goshak?"

Dumbledore asked softly in a soft voice.

"Well," Miranda nodded calmly: "I want to go with you."

When she spoke, she didn't even look at Hoffa. But Hoffa shuddered, and the thing that scared him the most happened. Obviously, this little Nizi had just eavesdropped outside and learned about their plan.

"No," Hoffa refused immediately. "No!"

He even said annoyedly: "You can't go!"

Miranda glanced at him contemptuously, "I didn't ask your opinion again, Mr. Bach, besides, the half-man king is not your opponent alone. I personally hope to defeat him and restore the world to normal."

Her words from Mr. Bach stimulated Hoffa, but he had never heard Miranda call his last name.

"I reject unnecessary sacrifices," Hoffa said with the same indifferent attitude: "Miss Goshak, this is war."

"Cut, let's vote by show of hands."

Miranda looked at Dumbledore, "There are four people here, three of them raise their hands, I can go, right."

"It is true that you can say that, but Miranda, this is very dangerous, you have to think clearly."

Dumbledore said.

"I figured it out clearly. This is my own choice. Professor Dumbledore, please support me." After that, she raised her hand.

"Yes, I have always supported free will."

Dumbledore said helplessly, and raised his hand.

Hoffa's eyes widened suddenly, looking at Osivia, breathing a bit shortly. He didn't expect Dumbledore to talk so well, and now he can only hope that Osivia can understand him.

But Miranda proudly said, "No one in the younger generation is stronger than me." She turned to look at Osivia, "If you can go, then I can go, Professor Romanov."

Osivia gave a smile. She glanced at Hoffa, blinked slightly, and smiled: "Whether from the perspective of a woman or a wizard, I welcome you to join, Miss Goshak."

After speaking, she also raised one arm.

Miranda lowered her arms and shrugged.

"It seems that everyone wants me to go. The minority obey the majority, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa covered his head in annoyance, and when it was over, he could see that this guy deliberately took revenge on his actions that he hadn't taken her to risk two years ago, and specially selected people to come in when there were so many people.

He said fiercely: "Then it's up to you!"