Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After rolling several tens of meters, he was able to stop on the slippery hunting ground. He lay on the grass field with a big letter, letting the rain crackle on his face, but he didn't feel unhappy at all.

On the contrary, he had a sense of relief.

This feeling does not come from the environment, but from his heart. He has a sense of reality, he feels that he is truly alive now.

The dark clouds and heavy rain in the sky gradually calmed down after losing Hoffa's mental field.

In the distance, a big bird hovered down and she stood beside Hoffa, rubbing her head affectionately on Hoffa's neck.

It's Maya.

Hoffa lay on the grass, touched her head sideways, and said softly, "Thank you, I really don't know what to do without you."

Maya whispered.

At this moment, a figure stumbled up from a high place.

"Hello, Hoffa? Where are you?"

Maya raised her head and screamed.

Aglaia finally saw him, so she rushed over.

It may be that the rainstorm made the grass too slippery, or the big ups and downs that she had just experienced made her stand unsteadily. She fell to the ground halfway while running, and rolled down, and finally rubbed her face against the turf beside Hoffa. A face of mud, embarrassed.

Although Hoffa's head hurt, he couldn't help grinning. This smile moved the muscles, and the ribs hurt uncomfortably.

It's too real.

Aglaia wiped her face behind her body, slapped Hoffa annoyed, and couldn't help but laugh.

Finally, she knelt down on the ground: "Hey, what's going on!?"

Hoffa lay on the lawn, holding Maya's head, turning his head with a smile.

"It's nothing, it's just a little bit about Transfiguration."

"A little bit of experience!" Aglea raised his arms in irritation and pouted his lips. Obviously very unhappy.

Hoffa propped himself up with his elbow and said, "Quickly, help me to see Miranda and Dumbledore."

Seeing that Hoffa was okay, Aglaia got up and just wanted to go back to the court.

Miranda helped Dumbledore to emerge from a height.

Maya whispered in Hoffa's ear, flapped her wings and left the hunting ground.

Seeing Hoffa lying on the grass and a group of magical creatures that were electrocuted to death in the distance, Dumbledore showed a look of surprise. After a few seconds, he nodded to Hoffa.

Then, he pushed Miranda in the direction of Hoffa, indicating that he did not need to be supported.

Dumbledore walked alone to the place where the dark wizard and the magical creatures fell to the ground, waving his wand, the ground of the hunting ground bulged, and one stone man after another came out, and they were all **** by Schmidt and his pet.

Afterwards, Dumbledore slowly left the hunting ground with the group of stone men.

Miranda appeared to hesitate very much. She stood there, her head down not daring to look at Hoffa.

Aglaia had already jumped over in angrily. She started to walk and stumbled, and then walked, the pace getting bigger and bigger, and finally rushed towards Miranda, pinched her neck, and shook her back and forth. Roared unwillingly:

"My Quidditch! My game! Why do you have to pick today to make trouble? Can't it be done a day later!?"

Miranda whispered, "I'm sorry."

Aglaia: "I am in the first grade, do you know what it means to win the Quidditch championship in the first grade!?"

Miranda's glasses dangled by her fell to the ground. She whispered in defense: "I'm sorry, you can do better next year."

"Next year! Second grade?"

Aglaia jumped angrily, limping and chasing Miranda on the grass.

"The second-year seekers grabbed a lot of them, and the first-year seekers were only one in hundreds of years. No one has ever won the Quidditch Cup for a first-year seeker... After passing this village, there is no such shop. When I get the trophy in the second grade, what's so strange about it..."

Hoffa looked at the two girls in the distance. He didn't support himself anymore and lay on the lawn again.

The dark clouds were dissipated by the sun, and a ray of light shone on his face.

Without waiting for him to relax for too long, Aglaia dragged Miranda to Hoffa's side aggressively.

"Talk to him yourself."

After speaking, Aglaia stood on Hoffa's right with her arms folded.

Miranda lowered her head and walked up, silently helped Hoffa, and whispered something in his ear: "I'm sorry."

Hoffa gave her a surprised look, without saying anything.

When the rain broke and the clouds disappeared, Miranda didn't care about the water on the ground, and sat down to the left of Hoffa.

The three sat on the old Hogwarts hunting ground together, looking at the green mountains of Scotland in the distance.

This time, they had the first normal exchange between friends.

Aglaia: "What the **** is the situation in your family? You and your grandfather are not quite right from the first day of school."

Hoffa sighed, "Issues left over from history."

Miranda slowly said: "Our family is an immigrant family. We came to England during the Franco-Prussian War in 1870. For the German wizarding world, we are betrayers, runaways, and weak. But for British wizards, we are again It’s an outsider, a secret stealer."

She said in a calm voice: "My father has always wanted to return to his homeland. Later, after meeting Grindelwald, he was convinced by his charisma and became his dead man.

But my grandfather didn’t think so. He had experienced many wars and believed that order was above all else, so later..."

Hoffa patted the back of her hand, shook her head, and motioned to her not to continue the subject.

Miranda smiled, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Actually, Adbe treated me very well. After my parents passed away, he took me to travel in many countries, trying to find me new friends."

Miranda hugged her knees and looked straight ahead, but Hoffa knew that she was talking to herself.

Miranda said softly, "I can understand his pain and his quest, but after Grindelwald told me the facts, he imposed an oblivion spell on me. He didn't trust me. I really can't forgive him."

Aglaia took a breath.

"The Forgotten Curse?"

Miranda: "Yeah."

Hoffa listened silently, without making any further comments.

He just asked, "Where is Miller?"

"I know Miller's existence. In fact, his birth is my expectation. I had hoped that one day, I could transfer my life to him, and then be free from the past that I hate."

She said calmly, and Aglaia's eyes widened.

"Many times, I will give him the things that I don't want to face. He is like my brother, he will help me do many things that I don't want to do, and things that I can't do."

"For example, abuse me?" Hoffa grinned.

"Well," Miranda did not deny.

"There are also killing the Dodo, whistleblowing. Wait and so on. I am not shirking responsibility, what he did is no different from what I did. If the trial comes, I will bear it with him."

"Can you control him?" Hoffa said.

"I haven't communicated with it before, maybe I have given up, but after today, I will try to communicate with it, just like you told me."

She just admitted everything frankly.

Hoffa thought she was terrible, but inexplicably it was fresh.

However, in the future, Fang Long, if he can defeat Miller once, he will certainly be able to defeat him several times. He is not afraid of challenges now.

With a slight movement, Hoffa felt that no bones in his body were not sore. He sighed.

"Excuse me, can you help me back to school? I think I should go to the school doctor to lie down for two days."

The two took Hoffa's arm and helped him up.

Suddenly, Aglaia exclaimed.

"Hoffa, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"Eyes, what eyes?"

Miranda waved her magic wand, transformed a small prism with water droplets, and handed it to Hoffa's eyes.

Hoffa looked down and found that his pupils had changed from dark brown to pale gold, exactly like Thunderbird.

This......! ?

Hoffa didn't care about the two girls by his side, and didn't care about body pain. He hurriedly broke free and felt everywhere on his body.

Fortunately, it seems that nothing has changed elsewhere.

Do you guys... know what's going on?

He asked two friends, hoping to get some answers.

Aglaia sighed: "I don't know, this kind of situation is almost unheard of. However, you are really very bold, and few wizards dare to try to become a magical creature.

Only the eye has undergone irreversible changes, which is already a very slight sequelae. Speaking of which, you should really thank your Thunderbird friend. "

"How to say?"

Hoffa was puzzled.

"Generally speaking, the transformation of Animagus is limited to non-magical creatures. The transformation of magical creatures will bring about many unpredictable consequences. Because the magic operation of wizard magic and magic creatures is essentially different.

Even becoming an ordinary Animagus is very difficult, let alone becoming a creature like Lithunderbird.

But when you transformed, your friend responded to your spirit, came to you, transferred part of his abilities and magic into your body, and this helped you complete the transformation process. Otherwise, what will it look like? It's completely unknown.

After all, you are the first in history to transform into a magical creature. "

......

Hoffa returned to school with the support of his two friends. The first thing he went to was the school hospital.

At this moment, the school hospital is overcrowded. Many students who inhaled the poison sac and leopard gas were being treated by the school doctor Rainer.

In the disinfection room of the hospital, Hoffa also specially checked the whole body (especially the contraindicated areas) when taking a bath. However, no other changes were found on the body, except for the color of the eyes. (It may also be his illusion that he feels that his nails have become a bit sharper)

Because there were no major injuries on his body, Hoffa, who had only discolored eyes, was thrown aside by the school doctor. After he opened a hospital bed, he ignored him.

There were a lot of injuries around, but because the rainstorm came very timely, no one suffered too fatal injuries.

It's just that many people are bluish-faced and vomiting again and again.

The students who sat in a higher position and were not injured were talking about it. Everyone said that they saw a big magical bird flying past the sky.

Some people said it was an eagle, some said it was a magical and unknown spell, and some even said it was someone's patron saint.

In short, there are different opinions, but no one is sure what it is. This kind of scene is like a group of Muggles gathering together to discuss ufo.

However, the guy who really called the rainstorm was sitting motionless in the corner at the moment, listening to each of them.

At the beginning, Hoffa was a bit dark and cool. But over time, he got used to it.

Speaking of it, he didn't want others to know that he was already an Animagus business. After all, letting others know that I have to register with the Ministry of Magic, which is a nuisance.

Except for two friends, Hoffa told no one.

However, speaking of it, although he could already transform into a Thunderbird, it was only possible with the support of a huge amount of magic restoration potions.

Hoffa instinctively felt that other Animagus must not be like this, because they all just become ordinary animals, and he needs to spend a lot of magic and energy to change his magical nature and become magical creatures.

According to the price of 20 gallons of the secondary magic restoration potion by the Saint Mungo Hospital, then 100 gold gallons would be required to transform once.

It's terrible to burn money.

Although there is a potion genius like Aglaia as his companion, Hoffa may not need to worry too much about potions for some time in the future, but Hoffa feels that he is fine or less transforms.

On the one hand, no one’s money came from the wind, and on the other hand, he felt that if he changed too many times, he would really become a birdman irreversibly.

That would be terrible.