Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

"I received the news, I came to pick you up at half past five, but I didn't expect you to go the wrong way." The old man said slowly.

Wrong way?

The cold fingers began to warm up, and Hoffa's face gradually returned to normal.

There is no doubt that the old man carrying a bow and arrow in front of him is the guard of Hogwarts hunting grounds.

"Why do you want to place this kind of thing at the entrance!?" Hoffa pointed to the tree trunk, suppressing angrily asked.

He thought that it was fortunate that he had a meditation idea. If he was an ordinary first-year student, he would have been scared to pee his pants. That kind of magic is no joke.

"It was not arranged by me, it was arranged by the Forbidden Linma."

The old man said lightly, without further explanation.

"What, why did the horseman do this?"

"Forbidden forests are not peaceful recently. They also want to help." The old man curled his lips, "Come with me."

After speaking, he tightened the bow and arrow on his back and wandered into the forbidden forest.

Watching the old man disappear into the forbidden forest, Hoffa followed behind him and asked, "What are the three pictures on the tree?"

"Past, present, future." The old man said flatly, "you will be fine after you follow me, don't run around."

"What?" The old man's pace was a bit fast, and Hoffa had to speed up to keep up with him. "Can you explain the past, present and future more clearly?"

"I don't know. I'm not interested in the magic of horsemen. If you want to know, I suggest you find a horseman and ask."

Seeing the old man looked like he didn't really want to talk nonsense. Hoffa had to shut up and drove silently.

Following the old man, the previous thing did not happen again, and the surrounding scenery was much more real. There was no fork in the road or the previous weirdness, it was just a very ordinary woods.

After walking for about three minutes, his vision became clear, and Hoffa saw the faint light in the woods and the crackling fire in the air.

The old man took Hoffa to a campfire in a glade. He took off his bow and arrow and pointed to the opposite side of the fire.

"Sit down, I'm a little busy tonight, we will leave after dinner."

There is a cobblestone on the opposite side of the fire, which is blocked by trees, the ground is dry and there is no rain. There was a tin can on the fire, and something was simmering in it, and there was a slight smell of meat in the air.

Hofayyan sat down and didn't speak for a while, but looked up and down at the old man opposite by the light of the fire.

Joey Dago.

This was the least wizard-like guy he had ever seen. He was dressed in animal skins and had only one eye. Several steel daggers stuck in his waist. Carrying a wooden bow and an iron arrow, there are still two dead hares hanging on the wooden frame beside him.

Had it not been for him to be at Hogwarts, Hoffa would only think he was a little-known country hunter.

Joey Dago did not speak, in fact, since Hoffa appeared, he has been quite taciturn. He had been fiddled with the stone in front of him with the tongs, without even looking at Hoffa.

The silence lasted for about 5 minutes, and Hoffa took out a piece of parchment from his arms: "Sir, this is my assessment form."

Across the fire, Hoffa politely handed over the list. "

"Ok."

The old man took the score sheet and went into his pocket without looking at it.

Then he continued to fiddle with stones and charcoal fire.

Hoffa tentatively asked, "Ah, may I ask Mr. Dago, what task do I have tonight?"

"Just call me Joey."

The man said lightly, without raising his head.

His accent is not like the English side, but like the American side.

"Uh."

Hoffa didn't know how to answer for a while, so he shut up.

After about twenty minutes, the smell of meat in the air became more intense.

Before Hoffa came, he had only a little potato pie and a few chicken drumsticks. His abdomen was empty, and when he smelled the scent, he couldn't help but salivate a little.

Joey took out a spoon from his back, opened the tin can and turned it around.

The tin tin can was originally stewed with rabbit meat and beans. The red is very attractive.

The old man tasted a bit, and took out a wooden dish from behind. After serving some, he handed it to Hoffa. Hoffa quickly thanked him and took it.

In the mouth of a spoonful of beans, a warm feeling warmed from the mouth to the lower abdomen. It was delicious. The beans are rotten, and the rabbit meat is delicious. This is completely different from the food made by Hogwarts house elves, rough but unique.

Hoffa was eating beans, thinking that if he had a bowl of white rice at this time, it would be perfect.

Joey had no white rice. He took out a piece of whole wheat bread from behind, broke it, and divided it among Hoffa. Then he also served a bowl of beans.

Hoffa dipped the bread into the rabbit meat sauce and swallowed it, and the warmth in his belly gradually dispelled the anxiety and fear caused by the horseman's magic.

"Are you the student named Hoffabach?" Joey asked while eating.

Hoffa nodded, stuffed beans in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Yes."

"You didn't happen by coincidence. The mission tonight is more dangerous. You need to go a little deeper into the forbidden forest. Don't get lost by then, understand?"

"What is the mission?" Hoffa asked.

"Save a few magical animals. The old man said without raising his eyes.

"What animal?" Hoffa was curious, the old man always said only a little bit.

"Dodo."

Dodo... Does this sound dangerous?

Hoffa did not refuse. His current goal is to be an honest man and eliminate his bad record in school.

The old man ate quickly, and after a few bites, he took his bow and arrow on his back. I lit a torch and held it in my hand.

"Let's go."

Hoffa put down the plate and followed.

In the Forbidden Forest at night, Hoffa came for the first time. He was still a little panicked. If he was a generation with Harry and knew what he would meet, even if he would meet Voldemort in the soul state, or a giant spider, he would not panic because it was certain and known. It will happen.

But now, he didn't even know what would happen in this forest, and he didn't know the old man beside him. Everything is unknown, and this is what worries Hoffa the most.

Especially when Mawei was taken down by the weird magical illusion, Hoffa walked very cautiously.

Joey caught a glimpse of Hoffa's conservative posture, and asked as he walked, "Your Gryffindor?"

"No, Ravenclaw."

"Ravenclaw, it's really strange. I spent 10 years in Hogwarts. It was the first time I saw a student from Ravenclaw College who were sent to the forbidden forest."

Hoffa opened his mouth wide, what? I was the first Ravenclaw student to be fined in the Forbidden Forest in 10 years.

Joey continued: "The most people who come to me are Gryffindor. Those surplus brats can't wait to break every rule. Next is Hufflepuff, then Slytherin, Lavin. Crowe, you are still the first."

Hoffa silently shut up. He had to say that the old man's words were quite effective. The trace of anxiety in Hoffa's chest was quickly suppressed.

This old man seems to have a lot of experience, so much Gryffindor is fine, and he should be fine.

After walking for another ten minutes, there was the sound of gurgling water in his ears, and Joey suddenly reached out and stopped Hoffa, and they came to a stream. It is not as dark as in the Forbidden Forest just now, because there are some fungus plants on the ground that emit yellow and blue fluorescence.

Their small umbrellas glowed dimly in the dark, very beautiful.

But Hoffa's stomach tightened as they looked at them inexplicably thinking of the mushrooms in the illusion.

Joey stood still by the stream, and Hoffa turned his head curiously and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Wait a minute, wait for a friend." Joey said lightly.

"Friend?" Hoffa was curious.

Before he could ask, he understood who his friend was.

In the forest at night, a pretty amazing scene appeared.

A unicorn glowing with silver white light slowly walked out of the forest. It has a soft mane, like a horse, but much cleaner and more beautiful than a horse.

Several colorful butterflies flew around the unicorn on its head. The look is very gratifying.

Old Joey bent over and bowed to the unicorn across the stream. Hoffa was shocked by the beauty of this animal and could not help but bowed. The unicorn nodded, then drank the stream, changed direction, and entered the ban. Deep in the forest.

"Let's go." Joey motioned for Hoffa to follow.

"Unicorns know everything in the forest. Usually they will help you find the problems in the forest. But basically the problems they find are usually not minor problems. There may be something wrong with the forbidden forest."

Joey followed behind the unicorn and explained to Hoffa in a low voice.

Hoffa looked at the vague silver figure in front of him, leaping in the dark forest, moving very fast and very light, barely making any sound. Every time its hoof stepped on the ground, it would leave some bright magic traces, and those traces would quickly grow small and bright plants, which were very conspicuous on the dark surface.

This is the second time Hoffa has seen a magical creature. The last time he saw a magical creature was by the side of the black wizard Schmidt. But those creatures almost killed Hoffa.

Run for five minutes.

Joey: "It's almost at the Dodo's lair."

Hoffa: "Oh."

After coming to the magic school for so long, Hoffa also has a little common sense of magical creatures. The Dodo is a gentle and docile small bird, good at escaping and not aggressive.

This kind of bird should be very safe...

and many more! !

what is that! ?

The unicorn stopped. Neighed.

Joey lights up his wand, Hoffa takes a breath, and takes six or seven steps back. Leaning on the tree, it was beyond shock.

In the middle of the forest, there is a huge creature, like a mountain bag, with an eagle head, six wings, gray feathers, and dark golden eyes.

It's at least ten meters long, and it's still in its nest. God knows how big this thing really is.

Here, Hoffa felt the weather was suffocating, just like the sultry heat before the summer rainstorm. Hell, it's October in Britain now.

There was some inexplicable electrical energy floating around, making Hoffa's scalp numb.

The giant bird looked up at Hoffa, and whispered. Said that he was not malicious.

Joey said calmly, "This is Taras, my friend."

Hoffa was shocked: "This guy is a Dodo, are you kidding?"

"No, it's Thunderbird."

After speaking briefly, Joey stepped forward and patted the beak of the giant bird.

The giant bird arched Joey affectionately, his head bigger than his body. Joey's expression softened. He held the bird's head, talked to it in a low voice, and fed it something to eat from time to time.

But the bird can't eat anymore.

Hoffa was relieved from the initial shock, and he only noticed now.

This bird is very old, the ground is covered with thick feathers, a lot of feathers on its body have fallen off, its eyes do not have much brilliance, its wings are slumped weakly, and it looks like it is about to die.

Thunderbird, an old Thunderbird.

Legendary creature. This kind of bird that can call thunder and lightning when flying by spreading its wings, Hoffa has also seen it in his previous life. This bird only lives in Arizona, the United States. Why does it also have one in the British Forbidden Forest?

After walking around this magical creature, Hoffa murmured: "I remember, this is a 4X-level magical creature marked by the Ministry of Magic...it is the same level as dragons, and it is strictly forbidden to breed. with......."

"So what," Joey said lightly, holding the bird's head. "Rules are just tools made by humans, and no one in the animal world rules whose territory belongs to whom."

"Those people at school...know?"

Joey just glanced at Hoffa without speaking.

Hoffa talked, he could only speculate that the Thunderbirds were brought by Joey, because Joey sounds like an American.

Joey murmured a few words with Thunderbird, and then, Thunderbird lifted up his wings with difficulty, and whispered again, his voice a little sad.

Hoffa came closer and found out that under the wings of the huge thunderbird was a small natural shelter. There were many nests of terrestrial birds on the ground, and many bird feathers were scattered here and there. Or red or blue.

Hoffa walked slowly around the shack, kicking a hard object on his foot, and he was taken aback. When he fixed his eyes, he found a stiff, dead bird.

It was the size of a hen, its eyes were round and its bright feathers lost its luster.

A dead dodo.

Hoffa turned along the shack, and then he took a breath.

Turning to the fir tree behind Thunderbird, dozens of colorful round chocobos lay densely on the ground.

The dodos are all dead, they are facing one direction, their bodies are stiff, and there is a slight breath of death in the air.

It seems that they were killed instantly at the moment of escape.

The unicorn circled around Hoffa and walked slowly. Its mood is a little sad, and it doesn't want to stay here. I saw it arched a few bird eggs on the ground, then ran away quickly and disappeared among the woods.

Joey turned around with his shiny wand, and his expression was a bit solemn when he saw the scene in front of him.

He fumbled on the ground, frowning. From time to time, he put his hand to the tip of his nose and smelled it.

"Death does not exceed 4 o'clock, **** it."

Thunderbird whispered, his voice a little angry and unwilling.

Joey raised his head and said to Thunderbird, "It's not your fault, you are old."

Thunderbird stopped calling now.

Joey rubbed his chin and murmured: "Even the unicorns and thunderbirds lied to them. The murderer is really amazing..."

At this moment, there was a sudden bang, bang, and bang in the air, similar to the sound of popping soap bubbles.