Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

A sword

Cut it down!

Cut through the darkness.

As dawn comes, dawn breaks through.

Bright light all over the world!

His mental field controls the entire astronomical tower.

Hoffa walked out of the layers of consciousness and returned to the real world.

Everything around was the same, only Miranda fell to the ground.

A black air barely stood in front of her, Miller and its mental force field were completely divided into two halves.

Under Hoffa's mental field, it almost stood unstable.

"Then...what kind of magic is that?" Miller yelled in horror.

Hoffa tilted his head and said softly, "That's not magic."

After speaking, he raised his hand and clenched his fist.

boom!

The mental force field scattered Miller in one blow.

The black air dissipated.

On the observatory, I saw Miranda clutching her chest, falling to the ground, staggering back, staring at Hoffa.

It's like looking at something that you don't understand.

Hoffa calmly looked at Miranda in front of him.

He put away his wand and strode towards each other.

"Don't come over! Don't come over!" Miranda looked at Hoffa in horror.

Hoffa walked up to her, knelt on one knee, and looked at Miranda face to face. Afterwards, he held up his opponent's face and looked directly at Miranda's brown eyes. He whispered: "I understand, you should have told me long ago."

"What's the use of telling you, can you understand?" Miranda snapped. "Life experiences are different, you can't understand anything."

Hoffa: "I'm not really smart. In Ravenclaw, I'm just an ordinary person, but I can feel your pain."

"You can't, Hoffa Bach!" Miranda shook her head vigorously, kicking back, "You don't understand anything, you only have yourself in your heart."

She shook her head, trying to get rid of Hoffa's control.

"Yes, but even so, I still have to say, I understand."

Hoffa took a deep breath, held the opponent's face firmly, and said: "The dark past has overwhelmed you, but the terrible future also made me tremble.

Throughout the year, I have been living under the shadow of war, living in fear and worries about the future. I'm anxious, I'm restless, I'm anxious, I'm even furious. "

"To shut up.....!"

Miranda stopped moving, she shouted.

Hoffa pursed his lips.

"But that's not right, it's not right at all."

"Shut up! Please stop talking." Miranda's voice was already pleading.

Hoffa looked directly at Miranda: "Humans are animals that live in the present. We live in today and in the present. No matter how terrible the future is, and no matter how dark the past is, life is still life. Miranda, the past is not you." Give up yourself, give up reasons for life."

Miranda was speechless, her body was trembling, but she still gritted her teeth.

"It has nothing to do with you..."

"Then what if I say it matters?"

Miranda's chest rose and fell violently, staring at Hoffa. "You are right. My guarantee is indeed withdrawn, and I do look at my friends differently from yours. This does not mean that I have no feelings, nor does it mean that I never treat you as a friend."

Hoffa smiled with red eyes: "Friends are like family, sometimes there is no choice. When you let me in the carriage on the train, we are already friends, aren't we?"

The two looked at each other in the air.

The violent magical energy in the air gradually subsided, and the fluttering dust settled.

Hoffa spread out his hand and said sincerely, "I am here now, isn't that enough?"

There was a moment of silence.

Miranda couldn't help it anymore, she bit her lip tightly, her expression out of control.

Finally, she covered her face and cried bitterly: "Hoffa...what should I do? What should I do!"

"It's okay, it's okay, tell me!" Hoffa held Miranda's face firmly.

"It's not your fault, tell me, where are the dark wizards, what is Grindelwald's plan? I will stop now, everything is too late!"

"I... I let them in from the secret path."

Miranda choked and said, "I let them go to the Quidditch arena and use the poison sac."

"Dumbledore! Will Dumbledore stop them?"

Miranda shook her head and cried bitterly: "It's too late! It's too late. I stole Slughorn's Sleeping Potion and tricked him into drinking it. Now, he can't wake up. No one can stop Lu. Trove."

Hoffa's body was instantly cold, he stood up quickly and looked at the Quidditch arena in the distance.

Sure enough, the thick gray fog has spread.

The Quidditch stadium is out of control.

How to do?

Is it too late!

No, there must be some way.

Hoffa turned his head, walked quickly to the tearful Miranda, and pulled her up.

"Can you still go?"

"Yes... Yes!"

"Go," Hoffa said decisively, "Go to Slughorn's office, find the antidote, and then go to the Quidditch Stadium. Wake up Dumbledore, and I will go to the Quidditch arena and rescue those people. "

"What are you going to do?" At the moment of life and death, Miranda stopped crying, her lips pale.

"Don't worry about me, do your own thing, go quickly!"

Hoffa pushed Miranda's shoulder, she looked at Hoffa blankly, and finally, she nodded slightly, turned around and ran away, covering her mouth.

right now.

Hoffa stood alone on the observatory.

He was thinking about countermeasures.

He must do something, do something to change all this.

He looked at the Quidditch stadium in the distance. With so many people, what would he do? If countermeasures are not taken in time, death is inevitable.

Thinking of what Indor had said to himself.

The weak point of the poisonous gas of the venomous leopard is water.

I need water.

Rescue them with hydrolysis.

But how should I get there?

Run over?

too slow.

Flew over?

By the way, flying broomstick!

I don't have a flying broomstick.

Flying curse?

No, it won't.

Even if it does, I have no talent for flying!

Hoffa gritted his teeth. self-mumbling.

At this moment, he entered a magical meditation state, and his spirit became more concentrated and sharp.

I have to fly, there must be some way!

There must be some way.

All kinds of past come to mind in his mind.

All the knowledge learned this semester flashed through his mind.

A bold and crazy plan emerged spontaneously!

fly!

Hoffa looked up at the sky, his lips pale.

I want to fly over!

The mental field suddenly changes within a lifetime of thought!

In the sky, a trace of clouds suddenly began to gather.

"I want to fly over!!"

Hoffa yelled up to the sky.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to change the environment, he wanted to pursue something.

That thing does not exist in the past, does not exist in the future.

Only exists in the present.

He thought of the words in Morgen's book-through magic, to shuttle back and forth between the subject and the object, the most difficult point is not to understand the target, but to understand oneself deeply. People who cannot dissect themselves deeply cannot become true masters of transformation.

In the sky, dark clouds were slowly densely covered, and the golden tattoos on his arms grew little by little, gradually covering his whole body.

He closed his eyes, and his spirit was completely immersed in his body.

Hoffa said softly.

"I know myself enough."

In the sky, a large number of dark clouds began to gather. Muffled thunder and heavy. The climate began to become extremely abnormal.

"I know myself enough!"

Hoffa opened his eyes suddenly and raised his head and said loudly.

In the billowing clouds, a thick blue lightning struck hard, as if responding to his determination.

magic! It surged in him. Suddenly was pumped dry.

Hoffa did not hesitate to drew out the magic restoration potion and poured it in one mouthful.

The potion turned into magic power in his mouth, and before he could absorb it, he was completely pumped out by Transfiguration.

One tube is not enough!

Hoffa opened another tube of potion and swallowed it with his head up.

While swallowing the potion, the surging magic power madly flowed in his body.

Hoffa's body has changed, and muscles begin to swell under the operation of magical power.

The bones recombine and the muscle fibers begin to elongate. The golden lines grew wildly on him, and finally gathered in his eyes.

He raised his head with an extremely hideous expression, his thighs were bent, his tendons were elongated, and his fingers were hooked. The pale beak stretched out from Hoffa's lips.

Click!

Click!

Another pair of bones appeared on Hoffa's back.

It stretched out from the shoulder blades, and it was several meters long. But it's not enough, you can't fly yet...something is missing.

In the thunder and lightning, Hoffa's spirit was amplified to the extreme, and the boundless pain and boundless animality were very boiling in his mind. He could not suppress it at all.

He became a crumpled monster, bald, without a trace of feathers.

What's missing!

He snorted up to the sky, "I'm familiar enough already! Why?"

Suddenly, there was a soft cry in the distance.

A large two-winged bird spreads its wings from far to near like lightning, and it spreads its wings high.

There was anxiety and excitement in his voice!

It's Maya.

It soared high in the sky, and lightning chased around its body. It was wrapped in lightning and landed on Hoffa's shoulders.

A thick blue thunderbolt slammed down from the sky and hit the observatory.

The dark sky flashed with thunder, but in the midst of the immense amount of lightning power, Hoffa felt a touch of closeness.

It came from Maya, and on his shoulders, the same kind whispered to him in pure spirit: "Keep your goal in mind."

aims.

Finally, Hoffa thought of what Dumbledore said in the first transformation class.

Take the inner goal as the beacon, and take fraternity and tolerance as the guide. Only then can we maintain ourselves in the complex deformation process.

Hoffa woke up again, he no longer forcibly manipulated and changed, but let the magic work naturally. Guide the surrounding environment. The boiling magic echoes the lightning in the sky. At this moment, he seems to be fused with the thunder and lightning.

In the sky, there are dense clouds.

Hoffa's skull deformed in the lightning, his eyes became sharp yellowish, countless small fluffs covered his whole body, and huge and gorgeous feathers grew from every corner of his body.

His arms became huge wings, and his legs became sharp claws.

The beak is huge and sharp, and the feathers shine with blue light.

Accompanied by a sweet cry from Maya.

On the high platform, Hoffa spread his wings. He became a giant two-winged thunderbird.

In the neighing of his ecstatic neck.

The rain was pouring down.