Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

In the next few days, even though the weather was getting colder and colder, Ravenclaw’s common room was filled with a festive atmosphere, and everyone admired Aglaia’s actions to turn the tide.

And Aglaia was also immersed in the joy of pretending to be successful. She dangled with pride every day, like a courting male peacock patrolling her territory.

Whenever she occasionally passed by Hoffa, she deliberately brought the subject up to Quidditch. The subtext seemed to say to Hoffa—come to me, and praise me again.

Hoffa couldn't imagine how much he would hate this swelling peacock without Schmidt Rutloff.

Fortunately, he has gradually gotten used to all this now.

If this product comes down to a low profile one day, it will be abnormal.

Of course, Hoffa would not just fulfill her wish and really praise her.

The miss of the Mask Man kept Hoffa in an inexplicably disturbed mood.

After the death fight in the Forbidden Forest, he has made up his mind to take the initiative to do something to change the status quo and get rid of the shadow of the dark wizard.

But in practice, Hoffa found that it was not that simple.

He has returned to that club countless times, trying to find the masked man.

But all this is totally useless.

He didn't know anything about that guy, neither her name nor her identity, and he didn't know how to speak if he wanted to report it. The portrait of that club has long been empty, and no one can enter.

Thinking of Schmidt, who is still on the run, and thinking of the murderous intent against him in the Forbidden Forest, Hoffa always felt a thorn and a lump in his heart.

He must find that guy.

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Finally, the semester is over.

In a quiet morning, Hoffa, who stayed alone in the dormitory, ushered in his first Christmas holiday at Hogwarts.

Early in the morning, he woke up from his sleep, feeling a heavy object on his body.

When I got up, it turned out that the weather blanket I bought for Maya arrived.

Hoffa got up and opened the blanket.

Suddenly the temperature of the entire room rose a lot, and it even felt as dry as being in a desert.

On the carpet is brown soil, which changes colors when bathed in sunlight. Depending on the strength of the sun's rays, the color of the rock is sometimes dark blue, sometimes brown, and sometimes red, changing endlessly.

Above the blankets were some depressing dark clouds, and muffled thunder sounded in them.

In the desert under the thunder, there are columnar cacti and mini owls hiding on the cacti. There are some wild boars in the western hemisphere, sand turtles, large scorpions, rattlesnakes and frightening giant lizards in the cactus forest.

A completely reduced version of the Arizona climate.

Hoffa was very satisfied. It was the Joey Owl he bought from Diagon Alley not long ago.

After reading the weather blanket, Hoffa was about to take it to Maya, but found that there were two small boxes under the blanket.

This made Hoffa feel a little strange. He neither had the habit of spending Christmas, nor did he expect to receive gifts from others.

Is it possible that someone else fails to give him a gift?

Putting down the blanket, Hoffa opened the two boxes on the ground.

The first box was paper and crumpled with snow on it, as if it had been delivered from a long distance. When I opened the box, there was a letter inside.

There are only a few small prints on the letter.

Because of duo, privately.

Opened letters. There are only two thin sheets of paper in the letter.

The first sheet of paper.

[Merry Christmas, Hoffa, I hope you are well. Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye last time, I dare not contact you with earrings. Because Hogwarts still hasn't found anyone to destroy the teleportation array, it is not safe now.

Goshak and I reached an agreement to transfer the teleportation circle from the hunting ground to the observatory. But I am not sure if this works. Because even the help of Hogwarts could not prevent the spread of the war.

The outside world is not optimistic. I have moved to New York in the United States. If you have time in the future, you can come to New York to meet me.

Induo.

In addition, Schmidt may still be in the UK, so he must be more careful. He has weird abilities. Never leave the confines of the school. 】

After reading the first letter, Hoffa took out the second note.

That is not a note, but a ferry ticket.

The ticket is painted with a beautiful and lively port, as well as a glass building and floating bottles on the beach.

Thames Port, London, UK-Manhattan Port, New York, USA.

(You can board the ship at any time with this ticket)

After reading the gift from Indor for Christmas, Hoffa pouted, a little bit dumbfounded.

A ferry ticket?

Don't know why, he suddenly thought of Rhett and Andy in Shawshank's redemption.

The other party is Andy. After escaping from prison, didn't you forget to send yourself a ferry ticket to yourself in jail? It's really chic, but I have cheated myself so much, and I want to find you by myself. The beauty you want, Induo.

However, receiving a letter from the other party made Hoffa's grievances against him a little extinguished.

You know, these days, whenever he thinks of a scam fairy, he gritted his teeth with hatred.

After receiving the letter and the ferry ticket, he couldn't help but turn his gaze to another box on the ground.

Compared with Indor's rough packaging, this box is very delicate. The box is made of mahogany and is inlaid with a strange silver pattern.

After flipping the box for a long time, he didn't find the signature, so Hoffa took a look at it with curiosity.

Inside the box was a blue cup for gargle, and a moving mountain monster was painted on the cup. The mountain monster was gargle by the river with a cup. A dumb look.

Hoffa's face suddenly became a little ugly.

He tucked the cup back into the box, then tucked the box under the bed, vowing that he would never touch this thing once in his life.

After checking the gifts, Hoffa went out with his blanket in between.

Outside the common room, snowflakes swirled outside the window, flapping the icy window lattices. The stair railings were wrapped in holly and metal foil, the armor helmet was shining with bright candles, and a bunch of mistletoe was hung at every other section of the corridor.

Hoffa thought he had to go to the tree house in the forest to see Joey, but he thought too much.

When he walked to the hall, he found that Joey was alone waving his wand and moving the Christmas tree into the auditorium. He had already moved eleven.

"Joy."

Joey jumped when Hoffa got out of the mistletoe.

Joey was a little unnatural, "What are you doing, I didn't prepare a gift for you."

"It's okay, you can save, and when I reach adulthood, pull me into Mormonism as compensation."

"Enough!" Joey said angrily. "We've already discussed this topic. Don't blaspheme my beliefs, okay? I won't let you believe in religion just because of your young fantasy."

Hoffa laughed, and when he finished laughing, he stuffed Joey with the blanket in his hand.

"Okay, this is for you. Go back and take care of Maya. If you need help, you can write to me."

Joey took the blanket, and before he could open it, Hoffa disappeared under the mistletoe.

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After the things were given to Joey, Hoffa did not rush back to the common room.

He has one more important thing to do.

Go to the Society Tower at Hogwarts.

He has been doing this for more than half a month.

For Hoffa, finding the masked man is the most life-and-death goal at the moment.

The enemy is in the dark, already in the light, this feeling makes him extremely uncomfortable.

To go to the club tower, you have to go through the school auditorium, when passing the auditorium. He saw Tom Riddle holding his arms at the entrance of the auditorium, talking to a few green-robed Slytherins.

When Hoffa passed by, he chuckled, "Merry Christmas, Hoffa."

Hoffa was not happy at all to receive the blessings from the future Voldemort.

He just replied mechanically: "So are you, Tom."

The weather was cold, and it was snowy outside the window. The silence as thick as snow on the ground enveloped the entire club tower. Since two-thirds of the students had returned, it was much deserted than usual.

Out of cautious consideration, when Hoffa came here, he blessed himself with the phantom spell. Although he was not sure whether the phantom spell had an effect on the masked person.

Walk all the way along the tower to the corner.

No one appeared on the road, and even the surrounding oil paintings were empty.

Finally, when Hoffa came to his destination.

There is no difference from what I saw every day for half a month.

Inconspicuous corners, empty oil paintings.

Hoffa turned twice and was not surprised by a day without gain.

Whether he has it or not, he decided to come once a day.

He was going back to the common room.

However, as he walked down the stairs and turned the corner, he saw a completely unexpected visitor.

This is an old man in a gray robe. He buckled his waist, his head was half convex, and his eyes were dark.

Armando Dupete

The current principal of Hogwarts.

The moment I saw him, I saw Principal Dippet also turned his head and looked straight towards where he was invisible.

Hoffa secretly said that it is not good, it is better to do more than to do less. He was invisible to guard against the masked person, but he didn't want to be dragged by the principal for questioning.

He immediately entered the ghostly wandering state without hesitation.

Principal Dippet frowned suddenly.

After about five or six seconds, he rubbed his eyes.

"old."

He muttered and passed Hoffa in the shadow state.

Hoffa's cold sweat almost came out, is it the basic ability of Headmaster Hogwarts to see through invisibility?

Harry Potter's cloak of later generations did not seem to have any effect on Dumbledore.

However, he hadn't waited for Hoffado to sigh with emotion of the principal's powerful eyesight.

What the opponent held in his hand attracted Hoffa's attention.

I saw Armando Dippet walking forward with his hand in his hand, but his right hand was holding a bunch of flowers.

A bunch of vivid violets.