Hoffa did not sleep much the whole night after he came back from the Transfiguration teacher's place.
His warm harbor was destroyed, as if someone had overturned the table and ripped off the scabby gauze, allowing him to see the dangers of the world of magic.
Countless suppressed doubts exploded in his head, making it impossible for him to relax at all.
What was the library of forbidden arts? Who was the half-human king? What did he want exactly?
Hoffa had no idea. He felt that he had experienced a lot of things, but they seemed to be connected by a string in the dark. They were guiding him in an unknown direction.
During breakfast the next day, when all the students in the auditorium were discussing, he did not talk to anyone.
Thanks to Tom Riddle's shooting, Hoffa's appointment as the assistant of the Transfiguration class did not attract anyone's attention.
Only his two friends were very worried about it.
During the astronomy class in the afternoon …
When the three of them were looking at a pair of binoculars, Miranda asked in a low voice, "Hoffa, are you really going to help the daughter of the head of the Ministry of Magic of the Soviet Union find the library of forbidden arts?"
Hoffa aimed the binoculars at Mars and said casually, "I'm not helping her. I'm helping myself."
Aglaia handed the parchment to Hoffa and said, "I have a feeling, Hoffa, that the library is definitely not that simple. I have a feeling that the person who wounded Tom Riddle is not afraid of you finding him at all."
Hoffa drew two star maps on the parchment with a quill and said, "Weren't you curious about the library before?"
"I was curious."
Aglaia looked around and pushed the binoculars aside. She said in a low voice, "Hoffa, I've been studying the history of Hogwarts and found something very strange."
"What is it?"
"Do you know the first-generation headmaster of Hogwarts?"
Hoffa was stunned. The quill in his hand stopped on the parchment, leaving a pool of ink.
"The first-generation headmaster?"
Hoffa thought for a long time but could not remember who it was.
So, he turned around and asked Miranda, "Do you know the first-generation headmaster?"
Miranda thought for a long time and shook her head.
"It's strange. I've never heard of this person."
Aglaia leaned over and said, "He was the one who advocated the establishment of the library of forbidden arts. He was also one of the keepers of the keys. However, after studying the history for so long, I found that his identity, his name, and everything about him, all disappeared. "
"Silence!"
A roar came from far away.
Hoffa Europa, the teacher of Hogwarts of astronomy. She.................... with........................
Miss Europa was a female teacher who advocated silence. She was in her fifties and looked like a wrinkled old sloth, always lying on her binoculars.
In her class, there was only observation and recording. She did not allow students to communicate verbally.
Hoffa, Aglaia, and Aglaia shut their mouths.
After a while, when Europa was no longer paying attention, Aglaia said in an extremely loud voice.
"Hoffa, all the headmasters have historical records that can be checked. Everyone except the first-generation headmaster. This is too strange. There must be something wrong with that library of forbidden arts. "
Europa angrily moved her eyes away from the telescope and slowly walked down the ladder. She walked to the three of them and stared at their astrological charts with her hands on her hips.
No matter what Aglaia said, Hoffa had already made his decision.
At dusk, after a day of classes, he arrived at the entrance of the Hogwarts Library as promised.
Ossivia was sitting on a bench in front of the library. Her hair was tied up in a rather classical bun. Her hands were on her knees and her eyes were looking straight ahead. She looked like a robot on standby.
Hoffa walked to her side. She stood up and walked in front of him without saying a word. The two of them walked to the Forbidden Books section of the library one after the other.
As soon as they entered the Forbidden Books section, the hunchbacked librarian jumped out. He probably didn't recognize Ossivia and thought that she was a student who had entered the Forbidden Books section without permission.
Ossivia strode forward without looking at him.
"Hey, stop. What are you doing?" the hunchbacked librarian roared.
"I'm looking for something. Please don't let anyone enter this area," Ossivia turned her head and said.
The hunchbacked librarian jumped back like a frightened cat. He recognized that this was the Hogwarts' new Transfiguration teacher.
"Alright, Professor." Professor, "he said.
After the hunchbacked librarian left reluctantly, Hoffa mocked.
"Don't tell me this is the legendary Forbidden Books Library."
"Of course not." Ossivia said, "This library was established in 1009. The content it contains now is less than a tenth of what it was a thousand years ago.
Before this, there was another library here. That was where the students of the ancient Hogwarts studied. It's also our destination. "
As they spoke, the two of them came to the bottom of the Forbidden Books section of the library.
There was no one here, nor were there any books. There were only a few gray brick walls, a few brooms, and a storage room.
However, through the perception of Hoffa's mental force field, he could sense a trace of obscure magic fluctuation around him that he didn't understand at all.
Hoffa looked at Ossivia, not knowing what she was up to.
Ossivia walked to a corner, took out her wand, and knocked on the corner. She muttered a few words, then reached out and pulled in the air. Accompanied by the sound of rusty metal rubbing against each other, a dusty mirror was pulled out of thin air.
She dragged the mirror and slowly walked in front of Hoffa. The mirror was covered with countless cobwebs, which made it look like the cheese on a pizza.
Then, she walked to the other corner of the wall and did the same thing.
Two mirrors were pulled out from the void of space and merged into one.
However, the mirror was so dirty that Hoffa couldn't even see his own figure clearly.
Ossivia waved her wand.
"Bright and clean as new."
The dust on the mirror rustled and fell. The cobwebs rolled and disappeared like ice chips being baked by fire.
The surface of the mirror became shiny and clean.
Hoffa saw himself in the bright mirror, saw Ossivia, and also saw the bookshelves in the Forbidden Books section behind him, as well as the Hogwarts students leaning against the bookshelves in the distance.
"What are you doing?" Hoffa asked, "Did you bring me to the library to look at the mirror?"
"What you see is the real world."
Ossivia said without rhyme or reason.
"Then, she grabbed Hoffa's shoulder and turned him around."
The moment he turned around, Hoffa was stunned.
The place he had just come from was all gone.
There were no students reading, no neat benches, and no rows of bookshelves.
At this moment, he was standing in a huge, empty hall covered in dust. The hall was densely covered in white and gray cobwebs. In between, the walls were broken, and the arched ceiling was carved with the symbols of the four academies. Snake, eagle, lion, badger.
There were a few broken glass windows at the top of the hall, and the autumn sunset could be vaguely seen inside. It shone through the old blinds, forming beams of Tindal light in the air.
"The mirror world."
Ossivia said, "The special magic of the ancient wizards."
Hoffa was shocked for a long time before he turned around again.
He could still see the mirror behind him, the students in the mirror, the bookshelves in the mirror, and the Forbidden Books section of the library in the mirror.
But at this moment, only he and Ossivia were missing from the mirror. Unknowingly, they had disappeared from the original library.
Ossivia waved her wand.
The mirror in front of her separated and went to two sides. The real world in the mirror also slowly disappeared.
"A thousand years ago, this used to be the most prosperous library of forbidden magic in all of Europe, the holy land of magic that countless wizards flocked to.
But later, after countless wars and deaths, the founders of the three major magic schools burned most of the dangerous ancient forbidden magic in Durmstrand, in the coldest Siberian plains, and the few that remained were also sealed. "
Ossivia's voice echoed in the empty, ancient hall.
"So, as you can see, this place has long been abandoned."
Hoffa couldn't even close his mouth. He walked slowly, leaving footprints in the dust.
That's right, this place was completely empty. Apart from the cobwebs all over the ground and a few remaining desks and bookshelves, there was nothing.
There wasn't even a piece of paper, let alone a book.
Only a few huge metal lampstands that had fallen to the ground could vaguely recall the glorious past of this place.
"There's nothing here. Why are we here?" Hoffa asked.
Ossivia said, "This is the closest place I can find to the library. If possible, I want to see if there are any clues there."
Following Ossivia's finger, Hoffa could see a few collapsed bookshelves at the far end of the hall, surrounding a damaged humanoid statue. This statue was very large, more than ten meters tall, but now only half of it was left.
It stood on two legs on a stone platform. It seemed to have been cut in half by a sharp cutting machine, and the other half was missing.
Hoffa frowned.
For some reason, he felt that this scene looked a little distorted.
For example, the broken statue in the distance looked very close, only about fifty meters away from him, but Hoffa felt that it was very far away from him. Not only was it very far away, the whole scene was inexplicably fluctuating.
It was as if there was a transparent water curtain between him and it.
He tried to reach out and pull away the water curtain that blocked his view. Ossivia stepped forward first and pressed on Hoffa's shoulder.
"I'll do it," she said.
Ossivia took out her magic wand and tapped on the hazy space in front of her.
At this moment, it was as if she tapped on a calm water surface, and an ancient magic power shook violently.
The surrounding scene began to change, with Ossivia's magic wand as the center, violent ripples appeared.
The dust faded, the cobwebs disappeared, the tables and chairs returned to normal, and the rusty lampstands on the ground flew back into the sky, shining brightly.
As the pages of the books fluttered, blurry figures began to appear. It was as if time was rapidly rewinding. In the end, even the broken sunset that shone through the window returned to the shining dawn.
It only took a dozen seconds.
This dusty arched hall turned into a magnificent library hall, filled with books.
Several wizards in ancient linen robes were walking around the room. At the foot of the huge statue in the center, two wizards with bare arms seemed to be arguing fiercely.
Hoffa did not know how many times he was surprised today. What he saw now was far beyond his understanding.
"This, this is?"
"Ancient illusion magic, those are fragments of memories that have been stripped away, it is the protection magic of the ancient wizards."
Ossivia said.
"More than a thousand years ago, there was constant war between wizards. In that era, no one could casually pass through any secret plane. If you trespassed without permission, you would definitely be hurt and expelled by the protection magic.
However, this is not real, the real thing is still the broken things you just saw, these are just the remnants of the protection magic in the hall. "
"Oh my god."
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