Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

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Green fire swallowed him, and when Hoffa appeared again, he stood on the smooth sinking wooden floor with a simple three-ring hanging lamp above his head. The house is quiet, without much sound.

The wall clock in the room was shaking slowly, and the steel eagle statue on the wall clock saw him and nodded to him. Hoffa also nodded to the statue. The statue stretched out its wings and pointed to the stairs-it was his statue butler, a wedding gift from Adbe Gosak.

Hoffa walked up the stairs. At the corner of the stairs, there were rows of moving old photos, which he and Miranda had taken before they got married. Among them were Rome, Antarctica, South American jungles, and Tibet. It was too busy before that he didn't have time to care, and he didn't realize it until he received Dumbledore's letter. He has not taken risks for fifteen years, nor has he gone on vacation with his family.

At a door on the second floor, he heard a faint sound of water.

Hoffa opened the door.

Sitting inside the door was a girl with long brown hair. She was about thirteen years old. She was lying in front of a big fish tank, her black eyes were wide and she was watching carefully. The sound of water comes from the fish tank.

Hoffa: "Chloe?"

"Shhh..."

The girl quickly compared her finger to her lips and told him not to speak. Hoffa was wisely silent.

After a while, the girl beckoned to Hoffa, "Dad, look."

"Chloe..." Hoffa gently closed the door to his daughter's room, walked to her at the end, and touched her long brown hair: "Isn't my brother back?"

"No, come and see."

The girl waved to him without raising her head.

Hoffa put his head on the side of the fish tank, together with his daughter's little head. I saw a small and peculiar colored seahorse on the reef in the fish tank, swimming and dancing, with a pair of wings behind it.

With every flapping of its wings, bits and pieces of debris will fall off its wings, which is very beautiful.

"Yinghaima." The girl whispered, "Did you see it? It's dancing."

"I saw."

Hoffa said that this fish tank was given to his daughter on her eleventh birthday. He naturally knows the species in the fish tank, the wing seahorse, a magical and beautiful creature. When the male is sexually mature, it will grow a pair of beautiful dorsal fins. The pair of dorsal fins are rich in nutrients. During courtship, the pair of dorsal fins will grow. It shatters during courtship and turns into nutrients, attracting female wing hippocampus to mate.

Sure enough, after a while, a timid female wing seahorse sneaked out from behind the reef, and it slowly swam towards the debris under the male seahorse.

Chloe grabbed Hoffa's arm in excitement, and suppressed his excitement in a low voice: "It's about to begin... It's about to begin..."

Sure enough, while the female seahorse was feasting on the nutrients on the male seahorse's wings, the male seahorse quickly slipped down and bit the female seahorse's back ridge.

The female seahorse immediately resisted, and after a scuffle, it lost to the male seahorse, was pressed under her body, and began the indescribable thing.

call...

After watching the mating of the wing seahorses, Chloe straightened up contentedly and exclaimed contentedly. Then, she asked Hoffa: "Dad, is that what you did to your mother?"

Hoffa had a black line, "I don't have one."

"Then how did I come?"

"I picked it up," Hoffa said immediately, adding at the end: "It's in the trash."

"Hey," Chloe said immediately. "It's okay for you to deceive your brother, that kind of fool, but you can't deceive me."

Hoffa pouted, stroked her hair, and asked, "Why didn't you go to class today?"

"Ask for leave, lest you lose face."

The girl said faintly, she lay down in the fish tank again, pouting her mouth and said: "That guy Xi Xavier, he will definitely make a joke to embarrass me. I won't let my friends know that that guy is my brother."

Hoffa was in a cold sweat. His daughter had expected what would happen, but he knew nothing. Could it be that he paid too little attention to his son?

Then, Chloe drew a circle on the fish tank with his finger, and asked boredly: "Dad, you really don't plan to tell me how I got here?"

"You know it," Hoffa said.

"But I'm really curious, why my brother's body is different from mine." She asked in confusion.

"You are a girl."

Hoffa said, thinking that his daughter is also big, and the bath will not save trouble in the future, so she must wash separately.

"Why are girls different from boys?" Chloe asked again.

"Naturally." Hoffa shrugged.

"Why are they different by nature?" Chloe asked again.

"because..."

Hoffa scratched his head, he didn't know why. But his eldest daughter always asks him all kinds of weird questions, and they never end when they ask, usually it is a why followed by a long list of whys, which makes him quite a headache. And a little embarrassed, no, those big eyes are staring straight at himself, waiting for his answer, making him feel that the dignity of being a father is being lost in time.

Fortunately, the person who rescued appeared.

There was a crackling sound of apparition outside the door.

What followed was a big noise, "Let go of me, mother, if you drag me like this, my hair will fall out!! Oh, God, you know I combed my hair today How long is it?"

Chloe curled his lips in front of the fish tank and said in disgust, "Ha, the fool is back."

Hoffa sighed. That's right, the voice was that his own son hadn't run away.

He left Chloe’s room and saw a black magic speed car parked outside the door. A glamorous young woman with short hair dragged a little boy out of the car. She had black sunglasses on her face and held it in her hand. Wearing a small black leather bag, his angry lips pressed tightly. With her other hand hanging in the air, she carried the clothes on the back of a little boy's neck, and the child writhed in her hand like a monkey.

The front door of the car opened, and the young man who drove got out of the cab. The young man was dressed very strangely. Most of his body was made of silver metal structures, and only a few of them were flesh and blood.

The young metal man caught up with the young woman, still begging: "Sister, don't be like this, he is still young and doesn't understand anything."

"Uncle, help me! My mother is going to kill me!" The writhing boy immediately yelled when he saw the young man begging for him.

The young man saw that the boy’s eyes were full of tears, and he was very distressed. He squatted down and said, "Oh, my good nephew, if you hit someone, then you have to learn the Forgotten Curse first. After that, apply the Forgetting Curse on them so they don’t report..."

"Miller!!"

Miranda was smoked by this pair of uncles and nephews. She kicked the young man and said, "Get me back and drive your car. If you dare to instill some **** thoughts in him, believe it or not, I'll leave you alone. The broken parts are removed!"

"Ahhhhh."

Miller was kicked, holding his waist a little sullenly, and got into the magic speed car with a long sigh. He started the car, poked his head out of the glass window, and shouted to the boy: "Remember, forget the curse, forget it all. ...."

boom! !

A spell blasted on Miller's car door, breaking the glass. Miller drove his magic speed car and fled away like flying.

As soon as the young man left, Miranda angrily threw the bear with black eyes and even nosebleeds on the sofa, picking up his wand and going to beat him. The boy immediately bounced off the sofa, hugged his head, ran around the house flexibly, fast, and grinned as he ran: "You can't catch me, you can't catch me..."

Seeing Miller driving away, Hoffa sighed helplessly, turned down the stairs, and stopped the boy.

The boy who was playing hide-and-seek with his mother ran into Hoffa's lower abdomen. He looked up and saw a dark face.

"Dad...!?" The boy trembled, his eyes rolled straight: "Why did you get off work early..."

Miranda saw Hoffa appear, threw the bag away, and slumped on the sofa, covering her face with anger and exhaustion.

"Go to the room and wait for me." Hoffa said calmly to his son: "If you sneak away, I will hand you over to your grandpa and keep you until Christmas."

Grandpa...

West Xavier shuddered when he thought of Adbe Gorschak's poker face, and he said with a wistful smile, "It won't happen, dad..."

"Follow me again?"

Hoffa was about to fight, and West Xavier was startled. He slipped away from under his arm like a loach, and ran to the second floor.

The son left, Hoffa came to the sofa and sat beside Miranda. Miranda muttered weakly, "I'm so angry..."

"It's a big deal, so angry." Hoffa comforted Miranda: "It's normal for children to fight."

"It's normal!?" Miranda stood up and akimbo excitedly, turned around in the living room, complaining: "He threw a second-year student into the Black Lake and hung up two Slytherin freshmen. On the branch. He took six bear kids like him to form a new generation alliance. They fought with a few pure-blood kids on the train. They hit all the way from England to Scotland, and all the newly bought school uniforms were torn. Rotten, shirtless ran up to the branch during the sorting ceremony..."

Miranda was getting more and more angry, and tears were about to come down.

"I know, you gave birth to an equality fighter." Huo Fayun said calmly.

"Shit, he just loves to fight, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't fight a day." Miranda bursts out: "Do you know how many fights he has fought this year? Thirty-seven times, once every three days on average. It's just I found it!"

Hoffa looked at his frustrated wife and suddenly wanted to laugh. If you let others know that the director of the International Affairs Department, Miranda, who has always been calm and extraordinary, was crying with anger at home by his son.

He took the dangling Miranda in his arms and kissed her: "My dear, isn't this the same as you?"

"I'm not like him!" Miranda's voice became quieter.

"Who said it wasn't like, you were better than him when you were in the first grade?" Hoffa ran his finger across his wife's lips.

Miranda glared at him fiercely, softened, and hugged his neck: "What to do, he is too naughty."

Hoffa smiled and reached out his hand, the door upstairs slammed shut, and Chloe who was peeking out let out an exclamation.

He whispered in Miranda's ears and temples: "I gave you a day off. We will go out to eat tonight."

Miranda was taken aback, "What about the meeting..."

"I let someone else take over." Hoffa looked into Miranda's eyes and sighed: "It's all my fault. I have too little time with you."

Miranda tenderly kissed Hoffa’s cheek and touched his white hair on the temples with distress, and reluctantly suggested: "No, he made a mistake. You have to take him out for dinner. He will feel like doing it by himself. Is right."

Hoffa patted the back of Miranda's hand and said, "I'll go talk to him."

After speaking, he got up from the sofa and walked to the second floor.

Upstairs, West Xavier was hiding in the crack of the door and watching. Seeing his father come up, he immediately locked the door with a slam. But this didn't bother Hoffa, he took out the spare key and opened the house.

West Xavier in the room let out a short scream and hid under the bed.

Hoffa lay on the side of the bed and looked at his son: "Did you know that the bed is dirty?"

"I wash the clothes myself, don't worry about it." West Xavier said loudly.

"You won't be liked by girls like this." Hoffa calmly pointed out: "Dirty, smelly and fighting, your sister won't wait to see you."

"Who wants her to be there, I won't wait to see her!" Xi Xavier said angrily: "And I am very popular among girls, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Ha, you just blow it." Chloe came to the door at some point, leaning against the wall and gnawing on the apple and said: "Last week you confessed to Lilith next door and was rejected by someone else. You think I don't know. "

"Ah!!" The face of West Xavier under the bed was bleeding. He crawled out of the floor in shame, waved his fists, and shouted: "Chloe, I hate you!"

Hoffa flicked in the air and held his son in his hands. He still furiously opened his teeth and claws at Chloe. Chloe shrugged and said, "Rugged man." After speaking, she closed the door and left leisurely.

"I haven't been rejected, she just needs time to think about it." Xixavier flushed and yelled to his father, seeming to want to prove something.

Hoffa patted the ashes on his **** and put him on the bed. "It's wrong to hit someone. How many times do you want me to tell you will you understand."

"You didn't see it, they did it first!" West Xavier hugged his arms and said angrily. "The Clark family and the Malfoy family. They insulted the new generation of wizards and used evil spells on the new generation of wizards, time and time again. Once, they even cursed that they couldn't eat, so I took it!"

Hoffa raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong, do you want to be a hero?"

"You don't care, of course I will be a hero!" The little boy waved his fist excitedly: "Those who I can't understand, I will defeat them all!"

Hoffa was sitting next to his son's bed, looking at the angry little boy with a swollen nose, and suddenly felt a little bit. After years, he was already old.

He touched West Xavier's head and said, "Since you want to be a hero, let me tell you a story."

"Eh? Good!" When Xi Xavier heard there was a story, he forgot everything. He came to his energy and threw his feet on the bed excitedly.

Hoffa said, "This is a story of a king and a story of a wizard. A long time ago, there was a prince who was born in the palace. At that time, the wizard was not like now, everywhere... "

He sat next to his son’s bed and narrated the story of Silby, starting from his exceptionally gifted birth, and talking about him because he saw different palace ladies fighting because of differences in appearance, he turned all the palace ladies’ faces into It was exactly the same, and it was mentioned that his guards were treated differently because of their height, and all the guards had the same height. In the end, he offended his father and was imprisoned in the tower.

When West Xavier heard this, he laughed and said excitedly: "Are you going to lock me up too, dad?"

Hoffa smiled and shook his head, continuing to tell the story, "From the prince to when he escaped from the manor, to when he met Slytherin, to learning magic and fighting Gryffindor. Finally, he had a fight with the queen."

West Xavier's saliva flowed out after hearing this, as if the person who married the Queen of Beauty was himself.

But Hoffa's conversation turned again, he talked about the Pope's conspiracy, and then he ascended to the throne and killed the Quartet. Finally, he talked about abandoning the throne and returning to the mountains, then he was born again, established a library of forbidden arts, abandoned by his friends, and finally cursed by Slytherin.

When he heard this, West Xavier became very confused.

But Hoffa still didn’t stop. He made up himself, turned the protagonist of the story into another person, and briefly recounted some strange things about Silby and his energy from beginning to end, and finally put him in Killed in white light and shout.

After the story is finished, time has passed without knowing how long, but Xi Xavier expresses emotion but is sluggish.

After a long time, he asked Hoffa: "What is the name of the king?"

"Same as you," Hoffa replied.

"The same as me!?" West Xavier was shocked.

Hoffa said: "Your name is the master of the previous generation, has the soul of genius, but voluntarily limits yourself to the body of a mortal, and ultimately dedicate everything to the world. I think that a person is a hero, not because he is enjoying More freedom, but he saw more restrictions."

There was a trace of struggle on Xavier's face, his eyes dodge, and he didn't want to look directly into his father's eyes.

Hoffa touched his head: "If you want to become a hero, you must first learn to restrain. Restrain your anger, restrain your impulse. Even your emotions."

"I see." Xi Xavier lowered his head, his voice moaning softly.

Hoffa saw his son's eyes calm a lot, and he was about to leave. But when he left the room, West Xavier stopped him.

"Dad, what about you?"

Hoffa turned his head and looked at his son in confusion.

"What's wrong with me?" Xi Xavier said seriously: "If any king is a great hero, then you, are you a hero?"

Hoffa couldn't help but laugh, he smiled: "How can I boast that I am a hero."

But Xi Xavier was not reconciled. He assuredly said: "I heard from my sister and friends that you are the youngest Minister of Magic in history, and the only Minister of Magic to be re-elected for three terms. You ended the war. Are you a great hero after working like a day for years?"

"What do you think." Hoffa asked his son with a smile, do you think I am?

"No," said Xi Xavier flatly. You only take my sister and me out once a year, and you only have dinner at home once a week. It's too little and not great at all. "

Hoffa's mind was disturbed. He squatted down apologetically and touched his little head with curly chestnut hair: "Forgive me, Nishizaville. When my term of office ends, I will take you out for a pleasant trip And come back for dinner every night."

"Good." West Xavier said in surprise.

"But if you have to do what I said, converge yourself, okay?"

"Don't worry, I will do what I promised you."

West Xavier patted his chest and said, terrible, but also serious.

Hoffa took him into his arms: "Thank you, West Xavier."

The boy hid in his father's arms, stiff at first, but soon he rubbed Hoffa's chin with his soft hair. He hugged him backhand and asked in a very small voice: "Dad, don't you really think you are a hero?"

"Don't think..."

Hoffa held his son and said peacefully: "I am not a hero, I am just an ordinary person."

West Xavier looked disappointed, he muttered softly, "Oh..."

Seeing him so disappointed, the corners of Hoffa's mouth turned up slightly. He kissed his son's hair and said in a very low and low voice: "But in fact, I still have a secret identity. Do you want to know?"

West Xavier's eyes lit up immediately, and he asked in a thief-like secret: "Eh! What's your identity?"

Hoffa said solemnly, "If I tell you, you must promise that I can't tell anyone."

West Xavier nodded vigorously, his excited nose enlarged.

He stretched out his little finger, "If you believe it or not, let's pull the hook."

Hoffa hooked his son's little finger.

Bend down and whispered to his ear:

"I'm a legend."

(The　End)