Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Seeing the bunch of flowers in the headmaster's hand, Hoffa was stunned, and his whole person was struck by lightning.

Memories came like an explosion, and he thought of a scene of lightning flashes on the Quidditch arena. Thinking of the weird society with only one person, and the masked man who slowly changed flowers in the secret room of the society three months ago, and the masked oil painting on the wall.

.......Are you alone in the club? .......

...If one person can do things for ten people, the existence of the other nine is meaningless...

Wow, you really did ten people alone!

Hoffa gritted his teeth.

Damn it!

What is the relationship between that guy and the principal Dippet?

Is the destruction of the teleportation array planned by the principal alone?

How could it be possible, this doesn't make sense?

The reason?

What's the cause?

There was no reason at all. Seeing the principal holding the bunch of violets going further and further, Hoffa gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed his urge to follow.

No, he can see through ordinary stealth.

The ghost walk can only be used three times, each lasting only 10 seconds. If you follow, there is a high probability that the principal will find out.

Hoffa did not advance but retreated, he watched from a distance.

Until the principal Armando Dipeter opened the passage of the Violet Secret Chamber. After disappearing in it, he slowly followed.

The woman in the portrait still hasn't come back, and the whole portrait is blank.

Hoffa didn't know how Dippet got in.

But he couldn't help but imagine what Dippet was doing in the secret room.

Like the masked man, change the withered flowers in the vase?

Why does he want to do this.

After all, who brought the dark wizard in!

Damn it...

The mystery began to entangle, and the unknown shadow began to spread.

Hoffa pressed his forehead, looked at it for a while, then turned away unwillingly.

When everything is unknown, he dare not make the slightest change.

Back at Ravenclaw's tower, Hoffa was still thinking about the weird society.

In the common room, a group of girls were sitting in the corner chatting. They were dressed very formally. Some were wearing long skirts and gowns. They seemed to be preparing to attend a party. Aglea and Miranda were among them.

Hoffa didn't pay much attention to them, all he was thinking about was the principal Dippet and the bunch of violets in his hand.

Seeing Hoffa passing by, Aglaia just glanced at him quickly, then turned to continue talking and laughing.

But Miranda walked out of the girls group and stopped Hoffa. And he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her.

"Lost my soul."

Hoffa raised his head and noticed Miranda.

Today, she wore a simple short ponytail and an elegant tuxedo, which looked much cuter than usual.

"what's happenin?"

Miranda first looked back at the group of girls, and then smiled and said, "Are you free tonight?"

Hoffa thought for a while, "Yes, everyone is free today."

"I want to ask you a favor."

"what?"

"Slaghorn invited me to his Christmas dinner, and we can take people there."

It took a while before Hoffa reacted. Slagenhorn's Christmas dinner? This is in line with his style. He glanced at Aglaia among the girls in dresses.

But the old guy actually invited Miranda, who had a mediocre grade, because she was the granddaughter of Goshak.

"and then?"

"Are you going with me?"

She asked generously.

Hoffa's eyes widened first, then he shook his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, but you'd better go by yourself."

He is really not in the mood to attend Slughorn’s dinner. On the one hand, he and the potions teacher are really at odds and don’t want to participate in his activities. On the other hand, he is full of Dipeter’s. The back of Violet.

He prefers to attend the school's formal dinner, maybe at the school Christmas banquet, he can see Dipeter again. He was eager to find the secret between the masked man and the principal.

Hoffa's decisive refusal stunned Miranda.

After a second, she shrugged.

"OK then."

After speaking, she returned to the center of the group of girls.

......

......

At night, in the one-person dormitory, Hoffa woke up from meditation and decided to attend a school banquet.

Speaking of which, he still has a little look forward to the Christmas party.

After all, after the banquet at the opening ceremony, he has not attended other banquets.

When passing by the auditorium, under the 12 Christmas trees that Joey placed during the day was crowded with students.

They talked with each other excitedly, and Hoffa took a look. It turned out that there were piles of gift packages under the tree. Each student can get one.

Learn about the novice gift package.

Hoffa gave a weird smile.

I don't know if opening it will give me a pill of experience or a great sword of cheats.

He also led one behind his classmates.

Of course, when he opened the gift package, he did not get the magical cheats he imagined. There was only a squeaky hamster, three crackling wizard salutes, and a spring horn.

It's a good toy. If I were a few years younger, I would jump with excitement, Hoffa thought.

And at the bottom of the gift. Hoffa saw a mask, a Santa Claus mask.

Obviously it was just a very ordinary mask, but Hoffa couldn't help but think of the masked man in the snow. He rubbed his temples helplessly.

I really have lost my mind, don't you want that guy to die one day?

Many students around happily opened the gift bag, put on all kinds of masks in the gift bag, and laughed at each other.

Someone included Santa Claus in their gift bags. Like Hoffa, they would have a lot of white beards. There were people wearing reindeer heads with long antlers, jingling bells on the antlers, and sleighs and socks on their heads. These wizard toys are made alive, much more real to wear than Muggle masks.

Seeing the classmates laugh happily, Hoffa frowned more and more. It was strange that he couldn't feel any happiness from his classmates' jokes.

The shadows cast by those big antlers on the wall made him feel very uncomfortable, and he had a weird sense of thirst. This made him couldn't help shaking his head.

After a while, Hoffa, who had recovered from that weird feeling, was about to go to the auditorium.

But at this moment.

He smelled an inexplicable and familiar smell in the air.

A familiar but forgotten taste.

It's the same breath as last time in the rain on the hunting ground.

He shook his head vigorously again.

There are some details that I have never remembered.

The meditation started to work.

The tentacle of spirit rummaged through every corner of memory.

Hoffa finally remembered the smell.

The Chamber of Secrets.

It is the floral scent of violets.

He turned his head suddenly.

at the same time.

In the middle of a group of jogging students.

He saw the figure.

It was staring at itself with its head tilted.

Thin, short and fuzzy.

The figure under the mask is incompatible with the surrounding environment.

As if everyone around couldn't see its existence.

The expression on the pale mask.

Is it a shame?

As if pressing the ejection start switch, all the gifts in the gift bag fell from Hoffa's palm, and the little hamster squeaked in fright when he landed on the ground.

"stop!"

He roared, shocked that everyone around him looked at Hoffa.

He exploded the Christmas mask with one foot and ran after him.

This time, he will never let the opponent run away!

He must know who is calculating himself in the dark.

The other party just tilted his head.

Turning around and silently disappearing sideways behind the pile of people.

Hoffa banged away a few students with gifts, and ran away with the figure from behind.

The man seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact he was very fast, and Hoffa could only follow the opponent not far away.

Even so, Hoffa did not use ghost walks.

Ghost Walk consumes too much, and he has to keep his hole cards to guard against threats to him.

They passed through the magnificent, candle-filled auditorium, through the magic corridor under the mistletoe, and through the school vacant lot filled with snowmen of all kinds.

Coming to the spiral staircase of another tower, a group of Hufflepuff students walked down talking and laughing, and the masked man slid past them, turning sideways.

Hoffa said anxiously to them: "Stop it and help!"

However, the group of Hufflepuff students were dumbfounded. They stared at each other and looked at Hoffa with lunatic eyes.

"Stop what?"

"Who are you chasing."

"Why not go to the banquet?"

......

Seeing that the figure has a tendency to disappear again.

Hoffa could only scold these Hufflepuffs as blind men.

He forcefully squeezed out of the crowd and continued chasing.

Go through three towers all the way.

Gradually, the location of the two became more and more remote, and there were fewer and fewer people around.

The figure runs higher and higher on the stairs. It has no purpose at all, but it stops every time it passes the top of a tower. It seems to be looking for something.

But when Hoffa is close to it, it will quickly slip away. It was light and elegant like a breeze.

Hoffa squinted, wondering if he should take a ghost stroll.

Suddenly, the figure in front stopped. It suddenly turned its head and looked to the left, as if it had sensed some threat.

Then it quickly disappeared in the corner of the corridor.

Hoffa slammed the brakes and turned the corner, only to find that there was no one in the high corridor on the corner. It actually disappeared again.

Only a group of people in the painting looked at Hoffa curiously.

"Children, this is not where you should be."

"Who are you looking for?"

Ignoring the oil painting, Hoffa stopped panting, squinted his eyes, and turned his head slightly.

He couldn't see each other, but Hoffa knew that it hadn't disappeared. That breath is still there. It is nearby, but it has completely hidden its body.

He wasn't sure if the opponent was using the phantom spell. After all, the Phantom Body Curse was taught to itself by it, and it will use it as well.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his fast beating heart, drew out his wand, and walked slowly in the corridor.

As he walked, the shape of the wand slowly changed into a sharp short sword.