Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

When Hoffa walked down the collapsed Tower of Babel holding Silby's turned into stone body, what he saw was extraordinary.

The men and women who were brought here by Silby and fell into dreams have all awakened at this moment, and they chatted with each other non-stop.

"Where is this? Is the Parthenon?" someone asked, touching the ruins of Pandora City.

"I don't know, why am I here?" a woman next to him asked.

Another man said: "I seem to have a very strange dream." He laughed: "It was a very wonderful dream."

"Yes, I also had a dream."

"A sweet dream."

The people around him responded. Speaking of excitement, suddenly, someone raised his hand and a burst of fireworks shot out from his hand, bursting into the sky. Make a crackling sound.

"What is this?" The man shooting the fireworks looked at his fingers in horror, "Am I still dreaming?"

He squeezed his arm hard, grinning in pain. That is not a dream.

Soon, not only him, but thousands of people gathered in Pandora City soon discovered the anomaly in themselves. Not only could they use their fingers to launch fireworks, they could even soften the steel and make the stones grow flowers.

The new magical power gave them hope that they no longer indulged in dreams and began to look forward to reality. However, new turbulence was also conceived. The raindrops in the sky were a bit bigger, and the agitated crowd became sober. They had to find places to hide from the rain.

Hoffa held the cold stone and slowly walked past the Muggles who were testing their magical abilities. Perhaps it is no longer advisable to call them Muggles now, because Silby finally achieved his goal, there are no Muggles in the world, and everyone is a wizard.

His heart was empty, this guy won, and he didn't give him a chance to get it back, or even give him a chance to blame the resentment.

But he didn't resent Silby. A man exhausted everything to realize his own value. He couldn't find a reason to resent him, even a little jealous of him.

Gradually only Hoffa was left on the road, and he thought that he had buried Silby once on the beach in Barcelona. Maybe it was a place he chose himself, and he should respect his opinion.

So he walked towards the sea, and on a downhill road, he saw Dumbledore, Osivia, and Miranda. They both defeated their opponents, standing in the rain at the moment, watching Hoffa approaching oncoming.

"Did you win?"

Dumbledore asked, looking at the stone in his arms.

Hoffa shook his head.

Dumbledore's face went pale.

"Then, did he win?"

Dumbledore asked again.

Hoffa still shook his head and whispered: "He just wanted to find himself, now he has found it."

Osivia looked at the smile on the stone sculpture's face in Hoffa's arms in the rain, with a complex expression. Finally, she removed her eyes, sighed and asked Hoffa: "Did you see that scene? Hundreds of millions of meteors passed through the sky?"

"I saw it," Hoffa replied.

Osivia: "Now everyone can be magical, what should we do?"

Hoffa: "There will be a way."

As he said, he stared at the girl standing in the rain with wet hair and clenched fists, "Can you walk with me?"

Miranda followed Hoffa without a word, the lines on her face stiff like rocks.

Hoffa held the remnant and took Miranda through the streets and alleys, and finally came to Pandora's beach, which was very similar to the former Barcelona beach, except that it was sunny and rainy.

He searched the sea for a while, and finally he found a deserted hillside in the distance. So he took Miranda and climbed up the hillside, and found a small flat land on the top of the hill that was not disturbed.

He drew out his wand, transformed it into a shovel, and shoveled it on the ground, taking every stroke extremely seriously. It is true that he can use Transfiguration to create a tomb instantly, but he doesn't want to do that.

No one knew him better than the man in front of him. After all the mysteries were solved, Hoffa didn't want to treat Sill as an opponent, and didn't want to live with resentment. Perhaps as Silby had signed in the letter, they were actually friends with two sides, the best friends.

Even though they have different faces and live in different times, they are thinking about the same things.

If Silby can earnestly work hard every second under the curse, so can he. If Silby can dedicate everything to the world, so can he.

After digging the hole, he carefully put the body into the sand and buried him solemnly. Finally, he neatly flattened the ground, covering up the last trace of his existence.

For a moment, Hoffa wanted to erect a tombstone for him. But he didn't know what to engrave on the tombstone.

He felt that Silby didn't care what he engraved. That guy never cared what others were thinking or how to evaluate him.

Body and language are like a mask to him. All he cares about is the eternal soul behind the mask. That being the case, Hoffa felt he should not do anything about it.

The sky gradually cleared, the rain gradually stopped, as if God had stopped his tears, the sun shone from the sky covered by dark clouds, and the weather at the beach changed when it changed.

Not only that, the sunlight became more and more dazzling, gradually dispelling the last dark cloud, and presenting the entire blue sky in front of Hoffa at a glance.

He stepped on the gravel down the road down the mountain, because when he went up the mountain, he held Silby, there was no way. But when going down the mountain, when the road is not easy, he still stretches out his hand to Miranda from time to time.

Miranda held his hand silently, and did not change her attitude because of his politeness or friendliness. The lines on her face remained rigid.

When the two of them walked from the steep hillside to the beach by the sea, Hoffa took off his shoes, put them in his hands, and touched the softness of the white sand with the soles of his feet.

The shore where the sea clashed, just like fifty years later, and just like a thousand years ago, has never changed. No matter what happens, it won't care.

Under the sunlight, Hoffa's mood gradually improved. He asked the people around him: "How long have we not walked together like this? Miss Goshak."

Miranda turned her head away, still cold, unwilling to pay attention to him.

"It seems that there have been several times in the first grade. At that time, you were absent from class every day to sleep in. When the second class came, you would drag me into the tunnel alone." Hoffa slammed Miranda with his shoulder, "Time has passed." It’s so fast, it’s been so many years, right?"

"Huh." Miranda turned away and smiled briefly, but soon the smile disappeared in a flash. She stood on the beach and said motionlessly: "Hoffa."

Hoffa: "Huh?"

Miranda adjusted the messy hair that was blown by the wind, and said calmly: "If you want to say something, you can say it directly. If you have any decision, you can do it directly. Don't be indecisive, you and I are not kids anymore. , It’s not necessary."

"Yes. They are not kids anymore..."

Hoffa murmured. His eyes stayed in the distance.

He saw a small white yacht parked on an abandoned pier by the sea. It was supposed to be a toy of a wealthy man before the war, but was abandoned here after the world fell into a dream.

Hoffa looked at the yacht sadly and said, "Miranda."

Miranda: "What are you doing?"

"I want to take a boat, can you drive for me?"

Miranda sighed helplessly: "It's up to you."

So the two came to the abandoned yacht and untied the rope. Miranda used her magic wand to point her finger at the yacht's switch, and the yacht galloped up on the surface of the sea. Hoffa sat on the side of the yacht and put her feet in the water below her. The splashing water made him feel very interesting. Up.

Miranda held the steering wheel of the yacht and asked Hoffa: "Where do you want to go?"

"It's up to you, Captain Goshak."

He said casually, looking at the white foam rising from the sea, he placed one foot in the sea and put the other leg on the ship's gunwale, and lay his head up, feeling a long-lost relaxation. This ease is so precious that he wants to enjoy it.

Miranda curled her mouth, holding the steering wheel and drove straight towards the middle of the sea.

They drove to the center of the rippling sea, where the sea was transparent like glass. The white yacht stopped slowly. They can't see anything else anymore. No people, no trees, no mountains, no cities. Only the blue water shook slightly.

The captain Miranda let go of the steering wheel, she leaned on the steering wheel, and the sea breeze blew her chestnut hair very messy.

"Why don't you open it."

Hoffa sat up from the side of the ship and asked Miranda.

"It's out of gas."

Miranda said, "Also, there is no one else here. If you leave, no one will know."

"Then what do you want to tell them?" Hoffa couldn't help laughing. "Just say I drowned in the sea by boat?"

"I might say that." Miranda said lightly: "But that has nothing to do with you."

Hoffa looked at Miranda, as if she had been like this since the first meeting, tepid. Don't pay much attention to anything, speaking of it, it is more difficult to make her express her true feelings than to reach the sky. Even if she really did something bad, there is still a younger brother who is giving him back.

But he thinks this is not bad. What should be done in this short and long life? He has the answer.

"Miss Goshak," he said softly, "I won't go, I won't go anywhere."

The sea breeze was blowing slightly, and Miranda looked at Hoffa in astonishment, as if looking at someone she had never known. Then her eyes instantly turned red, "for...for...why?" She said incoherently, "you are not...you are not...you...you are not...?"

Hoffa said softly and firmly: "In the past, people who knew magic were rare. Now suddenly everyone knows magic and they have power that they can't control. Desire will grow, chaos will come in an instant, and maybe there will be more world wars than before. In even more terrible wars, countless people will die, and there will be no peace at all. Someone must formulate some rules, teach them how to use magic, and teach them what a wizard is."

The excitement on Miranda's face gradually faded. She looked down at her shoes and whispered in a dark voice: "Is only responsibility that drives you to stay?"

Hoffa knew the answer Miranda wanted, but he knew that not now, he couldn't do it temporarily. So he replied softly: "Give me some time."

Miranda lowered her head, and a few drops fell on the deck, disappearing along the gap. When Miranda looked up again, she had recovered the usual thunderous appearance, she pushed her glasses: "Then stay here, will you be happy?"

"I will."

Hoffa smiled and said, "It will, how about you?"

Miranda nodded vigorously.

Hoffa relaxed. He smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the water under him. The blue color was like the girl's eyes in memory, and he closed his eyes. He tilted his head back and fell into the sea. Allowing the warm sea to wrap him up, he felt very relaxed, like a feather, and like a newborn baby, floating in the endless warm amniotic fluid.

The sun was getting hotter and hotter, and it shone on Hoffa unscrupulously, as if blaming him. He squinted, stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, as if he wanted to hold the fiery ball in the palm of his hand.

After grabbing for a while, he knew that he might not be able to grab it, so he sighed helplessly, and covered his heart with his hand. The temperature reaches the bottom of my heart and it is very warm.

He left the yacht, swimming in the transparent blue, gradually fading the clothes of the past, embracing the sun, air, and transparent water of this moment.

Those passionate moments slowly disappeared, and the sad and melancholic moments gradually faded away. The memory was like an old-fashioned photo, which was clipped by him in the book cover, carefully closed and hidden in the bookshelf.

He no longer confronted God, no longer recalled the past, and no longer imagined the future.

There was a soft thump in the distance.

Miranda, like a mermaid, swam to Hoffa slowly naked, hugged him gently, and pressed her wet chestnut hair to Hoffa's chest. The buoyancy of the sea gently drags them, making them float in the sapphire crystal.

Hoffa stroked the crystal droplets on her bare shoulders, whispering in her ear: "Speaking of happiness, can I ask you a question, Miranda?"

"What?" Miranda murmured.

"Did you use the Forgetting Curse on me that night?" Hoffa asked softly.

"you guess."

Miranda stuck to his chest, drew circles on his chest with her fingers, and said lightly.

"I guess you do, because I don't remember anything." Hoffa raised his hand from the sea, gently supported her chin, and looked into her eyes.

Miranda was unmoved, "Guess you guessed it right."

"It's not fair." Hoffa said aggrieved, why only you remember, but I don't remember at all.

Miranda smiled slightly: "Do you want to know that feeling?"

"Ok."

"Then you will know if you try it yourself?"

Miranda said.

"Okay."

Hoffa hugged her in the sea and kissed her deeply.