In the thick smoke, Hoffa didn't know what to say.
The blood on his back was smeared on the wall, drawing an exaggerated pattern. Tom Riddle clutched his left rib and collapsed against the wall, breathing with difficulty. His lips were pale.
Next to him was a huge hole. The walls of the girls' dormitory's staircase had been blown to smithereens, and gray bricks were falling down.
A cold wind blew from Ravenclaw Tower. Hoffa came back to his senses and rushed to the hole. Standing at the height of three hundred meters, he looked out, but he could only see a red dot flickering on the ground and then disappearing into the darkness.
Hoffa's hands and feet were cold.
Then, a large crowd rushed in from outside the Ravenclaw common room.
Seeing Tom Riddle lying on the ground covered in blood and the huge hole in the wall, the crowd screamed wildly.
Aglaia and Miranda quickly passed through the smoke and came to Hoffa's side. Their expressions changed drastically.
Miranda asked, "What's going on?"
Hoffa didn't say anything. He walked to Tom Riddle's side. He pressed one hand on his heart to stop the bleeding. Then, he pulled Riddle up with his other hand and quickly walked out.
The crowd was still screaming.
Then, a loud shout came from outside the crowd.
"Quiet!"
A huge mental force field suppressed everyone's voices. Dumbledore in a blue robe appeared outside the crowd. He looked angry and quickly parted the crowd.
Seeing Tom Riddle clutching his chest and covered in blood and leaning on Hoffa's shoulder, his expression immediately changed.
He quickly walked over, bent down, and held the twitching Riddle's shoulder. He looked at Hoffa with a grave expression.
"Stop the bleeding."
"Heal as before."
He raised his wand and chanted all kinds of healing spells.
He looked up at the hole in the wall and asked Hoffa, "What happened?"
Hoffa said, "Shoot, sir."
Dumbledore's eyes widened. He bent down to take a look, and his face paled. He carried Tom Riddle and said loudly.
"All students, follow behind the class leader. Let's gather in the auditorium. "
After that, he carried Tom Riddle, who had been shot, and strode out of the public lounge.
The news of Tom Riddle being shot in Ravenclaw Tower spread like a whirlwind throughout the school. It was as if someone had thrown a bomb into a pool of still water, stirring up a storm.
In less than an hour, all the students had gathered in the auditorium and were discussing the horrifying incident that happened in Ravenclaw Tower.
The common lounge was a sacred place in the hearts of every Hogwarts student. It was the safest harbor. But now, it was openly invaded. Not only did someone break in, but the wall was also blown up. Not only that, the wall was blown up, and a student was almost killed.
This was like a slap to the face of Hogwarts, and also to all the Ravenclaw students.
Hoffa, who was the first to witness the shooting, became the target of the crowd's interrogation. But no matter how crowded and noisy the crowd was around him, he remained sitting on the table without saying a word.
Finally, when Aglaia walked through the crowd with a frightened expression and whispered in his ear, he slowly raised his head.
Aglaia said, "Hoffa, I want to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"My bracelet, I lost it."
"What bracelet?"
"It's the bracelet that I was wearing when school started. My mother gave it to me for my twelfth birthday. "
The bracelet, Hoffa's memory immediately returned to King's Cross Station two months ago.
That ancient but incomparably gorgeous bracelet. That's right, it was hard to forget it after seeing it once.
Miranda, who was next to him, grabbed Hoffa's hand and pulled him to the corner of the auditorium. Aglaia irritably drove away all the people who wanted to ask questions.
"Hoffa, we need to talk."
In the corner, Miranda said worriedly, "Do you know something?"
Hoffa was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes."
"Is it related to the new transformation teacher looking for you?"
Hoffa's mouth twitched and he clenched his fists.
"Let's wait for a while. Miranda, take Aglaia back to the hall first. I'll come find you later. "
"Where are you going?"
"To find our Dean."
After saying that, Huo Fa pushed his two friends away and disappeared on the spot.
In the empty school, Hoffa walked quickly.
The scene in Barcelona during the summer vacation came back to his mind, forcing him to walk faster and faster. He gritted his teeth.
Library.
Three keys.
Demigod King.
Damn it.
Damn it!
Like a ghost!
He finally stopped abruptly and stood at the entrance of the school's infirmary.
Here, several nurses were shuttling back and forth. The Deans of the Four Great Academies were all standing at the entrance of the hall.
Slytherin's Dean, Horace Slughorn, angrily roared at the other three deans at the entrance of the hall, "His right lung was pierced! In Hogwarts, this is slander and humiliation! Are the people of the Defense of Black Magic useless? "
The other Gryffindor's Dean, Mellors and Dumbledore, did not say a word. Hufflepuff's Dean, Herbert Riley, comforted him in a low voice.
Slughorn continued to roar like an angry walrus, "Where's the Dippet Dean? Such a big thing happened and he didn't even come to take a look?"
Dumbledore calmly stopped him, "Calm down, Horace. I'm sure you're aware of the Dippet Dean's recent situation."
Slughorn clenched his teeth and shut up, his huge lower abdomen trembling.
Hoffa stood in the shadows in the corner, waiting quietly with an expressionless face.
After about half an hour, the door of the school's infirmary was opened. Tom Riddle, who was lying on the hospital bed, was pushed into the intensive care unit by a nurse.
The school doctor, Reiner, stopped Slughorn. He took off his mask and said tiredly,
"He's already out of danger. Piercing and tearing injuries, plus blood flow, it's completely Muggle technology. But it's very scary. Fortunately, we're in school. If we were two minutes late, this child would be gone. "
Slughorn groaned and almost fainted, "Merlin's beard."
Reiner said, "You guys go back first. We're not accepting visitors today."
The Deans spread out and headed in different directions.
As soon as Dumbledore's figure appeared around the corner, Hoffa immediately went up to him.
"Professor."
Dumbledore was stunned and stopped, but he wasn't too surprised. He just rubbed his forehead tiredly.
"It's you, Bach. Why aren't you with your friends? "
"We need to talk, Professor Dumbledore," Hoffa said.
"What's the matter?"
"This matter is related to that Half-Human King." Hoffa went straight to the point. "Do you know who he is?"
Dumbledore shook his head and sighed, "Hoffa, forgive me for being blunt, but I don't know your question. I only know that the Prophet Daily has been looking for him for three months, but to no avail. "
"Is it related to Grindelwald?"
Hoffa didn't blink.
"No."
Dumbledore's voice was so low that it couldn't be heard. "Grindelwald wouldn't hurt a student with a Muggle's weapon. His pride won't allow him to do so."
Hoffa was silent for a moment.
Dumbledore said, "Bach, you should go back with your friends."
"The library." Hoffa suddenly interrupted Dumbledore.
"What library?"
"The Forbidden Art Library. Is it related to this matter?"
Dumbledore's tired eyes became sharp. "Did Miss Romanov tell you?"
Hoffa didn't confirm or deny.
Dumbledore shook his head. "Hoffa, this school has too many secrets, too many ancient secrets. No one can really explore all of them, not even me. I can't answer any of your questions. "
He lowered his head and looked at Hoffa with his light blue eyes through his glasses. He sighed.
"Something happened to Riddle in Ravenclaw Tower. Now, I don't have much time and options. As the acting vice-principal and the dean of Ravenclaw, I have more important things to deal with."
Dumbledore patted Hoffa's shoulder. After two steps, he suddenly turned back and hesitated for a moment.
"However, if you really want to know more about the Forbidden Art Library, I suggest you look for your new Transfiguration teacher. She was the descendant of the key keeper in Tsarist Russia. She's more professional than me in this matter. "
After that, Dumbledore disappeared around the corner.
Hoffa stayed where he was. The shadow of the wall cast on his face, making it impossible to see his expression. He stood there silently for about ten minutes.
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