In the empty and shabby hall, Hoffa woke up from his dispirited state and looked at himself in disbelief.
Ossivia also looked at him strangely. "I don't know. I've never seen anything like this. This is your own ability. Only you can develop and understand its effects. All I can do is guide you. "
After hearing that, Huo Fa entered a meditative state without hesitation.
In short, meditation was beneficial. No matter what, he should meditate first.
In the meditative state, his spirit slowly recovered.
Gradually, he realized that his life's goal was becoming clear. He wanted to find the library of forbidden arts, find the half-human king, and protect his friends.
Finally, an hour later.
Hoffa slowly stood up. His consciousness returned to normal. No more depression, no more emptiness.
At this moment, he was extremely shocked.
He looked at his watch. The powerful activation state didn't even consume half of his magic power. He was also quite energetic.
However, this strange side effect was unexpected. Why did he fall into an inexplicable blank state? Why did he say a bunch of inexplicable things just now?
Hoffa still couldn't figure it out.
"Done?"
Ossivia asked. Her voice echoed in the empty hall.
Hoffa raised his head and saw that it was already dark. There was a big round moon outside the window. The moonlight spilled in through the tall window, illuminating the beast sculptures on the wall and forming strange shadows on the ground and walls.
"Yes."
Hoffa nodded.
Ossivia took out her magic wand and tapped Hoffa's clothes.
"Recover as before."
The tears and scratches on the clothes all disappeared. Ossivia stretched out her arm and said like a blind person, "Take me to the other side."
Looking at her arm, Hoffa frowned. "Can't you walk on your own?"
"The mirror world is a magic of reality and illusion. After my father died, I lost most of my ability to see reality.
Everything in this hall is extremely blurry to me. "
Hoffa was shocked. "What? You said you can't see?"
"That's right," Ossivia said calmly. "That's why I came to find you. When I was your age, my transfiguration teacher once told me that young wizards with higher mental strength than ordinary people could always see things that ordinary people couldn't. "
"God." Hoffa groaned and grabbed the Transformation teacher's arm.
"Dumbledore told you?"
"No, I am Durmstrang's teacher."
Ossivia said softly:
"However, I'm sure Dean Dumbledore knows this as well. The Spirit Vision of a Magus will deteriorate with age. Some people may not even have Spirit Vision at all. They will be confused by appearances their entire lives and struggle bitterly. "
"I wish I hadn't."
After a self-deprecating remark, Hoffa grabbed Ossivia's arm and walked through the long hall to the statue that only had half of it left.
There were many broken and decaying bookcases here. With a slight touch, these bookcases all fell to the ground, stirring up a thin layer of dust under the moonlight.
Ossivia frowned. "What's here? Tell me."
"You really can't see?"
Hoffa still didn't believe it. He waved his hand in front of Ossivia's eyes.
"Don't shake it. I can see you, but it's hard to see anything else."
"Damn it."
Hoffa mumbled.
"Focus on your work."
Ossivia's finger touched the body of the huge statue in front of her. "What do you see?"
"A statue, a broken statue. Only half of its body is left. A broken statue filled with wood," Hoffa said.
"Remove everything else and see if there's any information on this statue."
Ossivia said softly.
Huo Fa nodded and coughed softly with his wand. "Blaze."
A forty-centimeter-long pillar of fire appeared at the tip of the wand and ignited the abandoned wood in front of him. Because the wood was too old and decayed, it was almost like shredded paper and burned away.
After a while, the wood turned into bits and pieces under the spell of fire, floating in the air and disappearing.
"Is it done?" Ossivia asked softly.
Hoffa wiped the dust on the statue with his finger.
"It's done."
With that, he walked around the statue and found that not only was the statue broken, but it had also been angrily treated. Many places that should have recorded something were all broken or destroyed by sharp objects.
For example, the base.
Usually, the base of a statue would record some inscriptions or the time of its construction.
This statue originally had one, but it was almost destroyed.
Hoffa touched it and finally found a series of vague numbers that were not completely destroyed at the end of the base — 929.
"There's nothing." Fae stood up and said to Ossivia, "Only a vague number, 929."
“929？”
Ossivia frowned. "What does that mean?"
"Who knows."
Hoffa shrugged. "Maybe it's the time of the statue's construction. Didn't you say that this is an ancient library? Maybe, this is the time of the library's completion. "
"Time, 929. Wait."
Ossivia walked around twice. "No, this is not the time of the statue's construction. It's the time of death. "
"Time of death, what does that mean?"
Hoffa frowned.
"I've read the school history of Hogwarts. The second headmaster of Hogwarts, Georges Mallory, was in office in 930. According to the tradition of Hogwarts, all headmasters must die in office."
"So you're saying that this statue is …?"
"If I'm not wrong, it should be the first headmaster of Hogwarts, the one who built the Library of Forbidden Arts."
Hoffa swallowed and looked up again.
"Then, who is he?"
Ossivia shook his head. "No one knows. There are no records of him in any of the historical records. Maybe his records are sealed in the Library of Forbidden Arts, or maybe his existence has been completely erased in order to preserve the library's secrets."
"You don't know either?"
"It's been a thousand years. I can only get the information from the history books. No one knows what's not recorded in the books."
Huo Fa walked around the statue and looked at it carefully, but found nothing. "There's nothing else, just a number."
"Are you sure?"
Hoffa looked around more carefully. "I'm sure. I can't see anything from this statue. It's too damaged."
After that, he began to wander around the hall, hoping to see if there were any other records.
But there were none. There was only a broken statue in the hall.
He returned to Ossivia. She sighed. "I'll look for other clues. Take me out of here."
She stretched out her arm, and Hoffa grabbed her arm. The two of them slowly walked out.
Halfway through, Hoffa suddenly felt that something was wrong. He grabbed Ossivia.
"Wait a minute."
"What's wrong?"
In the empty hall, Hoffa rubbed his chin and looked at the statue bathed in bright moonlight thoughtfully.
"I'm wondering why someone would destroy all the information. Even the statue of the first headmaster is no exception. "
"Maybe it's to protect something, to protect the library's secrets from being discovered by future generations," Ossivia speculated.
"Possible. But have you heard of an ancient eastern story?"
"What story?"
"It's called 'three hundred taels of silver here'."
"Never heard of it." Ossivia shook her head.
Hoffa said, "It's said that there was an ancient eastern idiot who, in order to protect his money, sold his money underground. But he was afraid that other people would discover it, so he put a sign where he buried the money. The sign said that there was no money buried here. "
After hearing that, Ossivia couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Under the moonlight, Hoffa saw that his transformation teacher had two rare dimples on her face when she smiled.
Then, she wiped off her smile and said softly, "How stupid."
Hoffa pointed at the half statue.
"Isn't it obvious? If there's no information on that statue, why would someone destroy it? There might be some important information. "
"Even if there is, it's already destroyed," said Ossivia.
Hoffa said, "Would you put important information in such a conspicuous place? You're just like that eastern idiot, who knows how to bury his money underground.
I just saw in the illusion that this place is bustling with people coming and going. If there's really some important information on the statue, wouldn't everyone know about it? "
Ossivia didn't reply.
Hoffa dragged Ossivia back, holding his chin as he looked at the only broken statue in the hall.
His gaze stopped at the base of the statue.
Suddenly, Hoffa swung his wand, which turned into a thick rope. The rope flew a few rounds and tied the statue firmly.
"Come on, give me a hand," said Hoffa.
Ossivia pulled the edge of the rope.
Hoffa entered a slightly animated state. He grew slightly taller and the muscles on his arms swelled. Ossivia, on the other hand, turned into a three-meter-tall half-snake.
The two of them pulled back hard, and the statue shook. It was unusually heavy.
"Harder," said Hoffa.
Ossivia glanced at him and turned into a ten-meter-long python in the moonlight. She opened her mouth and bit Hoffa's arm.
This time, Hoffa felt like he was being dragged by a truck.
The man and the snake pulled again.
* Boom!! *
The remaining half of the statue collapsed.
Dust filled the air.
Hoffa put away his wand and coughed.
Then, he quickly walked to the bottom of the base.
At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed. The unusually bright moonlight shone through the window and hit the bottom of the statue.
There, Huo Fa saw a row of deep English carvings.
[Endless knowledge is sealed under the white stone grave.]
He was stunned for a moment.
On the other side, the green python slowly turned into a girl and came to Hoffa's side.
"There's information?"
Hoffa nodded with a serious expression.
"What does it say?" Ossivia asked anxiously.
Hoffa squatted down and muttered, "Endless knowledge is sealed under the white stone grave."
"Endless knowledge is sealed under the white stone grave."
Ossivia repeated.
"Only one row of words?"
"Wait, there's another pattern." Hoffa's finger slowly stroked a strange pattern at the bottom of the statue.
"There are three rings in this pattern, a big ring, a small ring, and an eye in the middle."
Ossivia also squatted down and touched the bottom of the statue with her finger. Hoffa pressed her hand to the right place.
After a while, her expression became very serious.
"What does this mean? Do you know? "Hoffa asked.
Ossivia shook her head, "I don't know, I've never heard of a white stone grave, I've never heard of the pattern of the three rings, but this must be related to the Forbidden Library."
Hoffa muttered, "Unbelievable, to leave a message in such a hidden place, did he guess that his statue was going to be destroyed? Who destroyed the statue?"
Ossivia didn't answer. She couldn't answer these questions at all. After touching the words for a while, she stood up and quickly walked outside.
Hoffa asked, "Where are you going?"
Ossivia replied, "Out."
"You're going the wrong way."
Ossivia turned around and continued walking in another direction.
Hoffa followed behind her.
When she reached the wall, she took out her wand and knocked on the corner of the wall before pulling out the mirror again.
After she closed the mirror, the two of them arrived at the Hogwarts library in the real world. It was already dark, they couldn't see anything inside the library.
Ossivia hurriedly walked forward, Hoffa had to run to keep up with her.
After they left the library, she said,
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