When Hoffa walked out of the library, the school was pitch black. Only a few braziers lit in the distance provided him with his only line of sight.
Some faint fluorescent spirits passed through the walls and whispered worriedly to each other.
Hoffa looked at his watch. It was nine o 'clock. He had been in the Mirror World for three hours, far past the curfew of the Hogwarts, eight o' clock.
Fortunately, the silver teaching assistant badge on his chest allowed him to have more free time than ordinary students.
He walked slowly in the dark school. As he walked, he thought about the adventure he had just taken. An animated state that consumed a lot of mental energy, and a clue that he could not understand for the time being.
The White Stone Tomb.
Where the White Stone Tomb was, and what it was, Hoffa did not know. He had never been a historian.
His goal was to find the Demi-Human King. But, on this journey, he did not mind increasing his strength.
Hoffa wanted to go back to the dormitory to get his old book.
The book that once guided him to transform into an Animagus, Morgan Lefebvre's book, "Dissecting the Structure of All Things is King."
Although he had mastered some of Ossivia's human transformation in a short period of time, and further developed himself.
But he believed that this was definitely a technique as difficult as the deep sea.
He had only scratched the surface.
As long as he got his old book back, it would be a great help to his further development of human transformation.
Hoffa first went to the school's hall. He thought that Ravenclaw would be sleeping in the hall tonight.
But when he returned to the hall, there was no one there. There were only a few milky white spirits floating around the hall.
Could it be that Ravenclaw Tower was back to normal?
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat. He hurried in the direction of Ravenclaw Tower.
But just as he returned to Ravenclaw Tower, Hoffa found that the whole Ravenclaw Tower was sealed. After the Halloween incident, the school folded all the magic stairs.
There was no way to go up.
The two teachers on duty were standing by the entrance. When they saw Hoffa coming over, their eyes lingered on the assistant teaching badge on Hoffa's chest for a few seconds before they slowly turned their heads away.
Sensing this, Hoffa felt a headache coming on.
He couldn't find her, nor could he read the book.
He looked up at the immeasurably high tower and thought that even if he could fool the two teachers with Ghost Walk, it would be unrealistic for him to climb 300 meters vertically without the help of stairs to reach the top floor to get his Transfiguration Secret Book.
To climb or not to climb?
Just as he was in a dilemma, a shout suddenly came from the corner.
"Hoffa."
He turned around and saw Miranda walking towards him with a squad leader.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come with me," Miranda whispered.
"Where did you go?" Hoffa asked.
"Didn't you read the notice?" Miranda said hurriedly as she walked.
"What notice?"
"The school opened a new temporary lounge in Hufflepuff's common lounge for Ravenclaw's students to stay there temporarily. After the school has completely eliminated the security threats, the students will be allowed to return to Ravenclaw Tower."
"Hufflepuff's common lounge?"
Hoffa was stunned. Wasn't that in the kitchen?
While talking, Miranda brought Hoffa out of Ravenclaw Tower and walked towards the first basement of the school.
Gradually, as the two walked deeper and deeper, the style of the corridor began to change. Under the warm illumination of the flames, there were many oil paintings that represented food.
Finally, Miranda stood in front of an oil painting of a man wearing a chef's hat and said:
"Apple pie."
"It's already so late. Did you go for supper?"
In the oil painting, the man wearing the chef's hat angrily said. He opened the door to the side and revealed a tunnel, revealing a yellow staircase that led downwards.
Miranda whispered: "Every grade is assigned to a different room. The second grade is the unluckiest. The oil painting they are guarding has a bad temper."
"Aren't they staying in Hufflepuff's common lounge?" Hoffa couldn't help but ask Miranda.
"In your dreams. Hufflepuff doesn't want to share its common lounge with people from other schools. However, they are definitely in this area. As for their specific location, no one knows. Even Tom Riddle doesn't know. "
After saying that, she brought Hoffa into the tunnel.
The moment Huo Fa walked into the temporary lounge, he almost knocked over a house elf who was holding a large metal candlestick.
"Sorry."
Huo Fa apologized out of habit, but it only made the house elf run away in fear.
After entering the room, Hoffa found that it was a very old square hall. There were many layers of mahogany mezzanines and stairs. There were also abandoned wine barrels and cupboards in the corner.
This should be a storage room in the Hogwarts kitchen.
In the room, there were house elves walking back and forth. Hoffa estimated that half of the house elves in the school kitchen had come to help.
Some of them were holding candlesticks to light candles, some were holding cushions and teacups, some were holding brooms to clean the room, and some were holding firewood to start a fire in the fireplace.
There were also a few skewers of raw meat by the fireplace. It looked like they were preparing to roast it.
In the room, Hoffa saw many of his classmates. They were standing in groups of two or three. They were all in low spirits.
Some were sitting on wine barrels and sighing. Some were expressionlessly looking at the fire. Some were facing the wall and hugging their knees.
"This is our temporary resting room."
Miranda said softly.
"What about the luggage? Didn't you bring it?"
"Before the school eliminates all the hidden dangers, our luggage has been detained in the original place. We can't use the things from before."
With that, Miranda smiled helplessly.
"Maybe the school thinks that there is a bomb in our luggage."
Hoffa didn't answer. No wonder everyone was in low spirits. It seemed that his goal of studying his transformation secret book would have to be delayed.
At this time, a boy jumped down from the wine barrel and walked towards Hoffa. He had black curly hair and was about the same height as Hoffa. There were a few freckles on his face. He was one of Hoffa's roommates, William.
"Hoffa, you will be assigned to the same bed as me at night. Do you know that?"
The same bed?
Hoffa was shocked.
"Yes, over there."
William pointed at a wooden platform in the distance. There were several similar structures here. It seemed that the school had arranged a temporary resting place for the Ravenclaw students.
"Okay, I know. Thank you, William."
"Okay, don't come back too late."
After he finished speaking listlessly, William jumped onto the wine barrel again and assumed a contemplative posture, looking very dejected.
"Where is Aglaia?"
Hoffa looked around and asked.
"Her? She is angry. "
Miranda smiled helplessly. "Follow me."
As she spoke, she led Hoffa to the right.
This place was full of twists and turns. It was similar to the cellar in the Broken Cauldron Bar. But it was bigger and more complicated.
Passing through a few girls who were whispering, Miranda led Hoffa to a secluded corner of the cellar.
"This is where Aglaia and I live." Miranda pointed upwards. Following her finger, Hoffa saw a thick mahogany platform.
This thing always reminded him of a hammock.
Miranda said, "Take off your shoes."
"Take off my shoes?"
"Bro, this is where we sleep. Do you want to step on it?" Miranda punched Hoffa.
"Okay."
Hoffa took off his shoes and climbed up the stairs to the platform.
He looked around and saw that the mahogany platform above the stairs was about 20 square meters. It was probably where the kitchen used to store red wine. The wood smelled of wine.
The silver-haired girl was sitting on a candlestick on the platform angrily. Beside her were two cushions, a blanket, and a few books.
Hoffa understood. No wonder Aglaia was so angry. The place they lived in was not satisfactory.
This place was clean, but it could not be compared to the elegant Ravenclaw dormitory.
"Little noble, are you unhappy?" Hoffa said with a smile.
"Ha, ha."
Aglaia laughed dryly. "There is not even a bed."
"Why do you need a bed?" Hoffa sat cross-legged in front of her.
"It's just temporary. It's not like we're staying here for a year."
"Hmph, if we can't find the murderer, who knows how long we'll have to stay here. Besides, we didn't even take our luggage. How are we going to survive? "
"There is no bathroom?" Hoffa asked in a low voice.
"There is, shared with the girls of Hufflepuff."
Aglaea heaved a long sigh and collapsed on the platform. "But none of my clothes were sent down. Why is Ravenclaw so unlucky among all the academies?"
"Well, if you ask me, it's not as bad as I thought."
Miranda also took off her shoes and climbed up the wooden platform.
"It's better than sleeping in the hall. It's warmer here and more private."
"I don't care. Hogwarts is trash." Aglaia looked at the ceiling and answered weakly.
"You're the only one who complains about this." Miranda sat cross-legged and turned her head to ask, "Hoffa, did the female teacher take you to the library?"
When she asked, Aglaia immediately sat up from the ground and stared at Hoffa without blinking.
"It's not that simple." Hoffa shook his head. "She only found a row of words that I don't understand."
On the wooden platform, Hoffa sat cross-legged. He briefly told the story of exploring the library and the mirror world.
After he finished, the two girls sat on the wooden plank, motionless with their mouths slightly open.
They only reacted when Hoffa waved his hand in front of them.
"You mean, you saw the mirror world, the ruins of the ancient library, and the protection magic of the ancient wizards?"
Hoffa: "That's not the point. The point is, have any of you heard of the White Stone Tomb?"
Miranda immediately looked at Aglaia, hoping that the know-it-all could give a positive answer.
But this time, Aglaia, who always liked to boast about her knowledge, frowned.
"White Stone Tomb, I really haven't heard of it. But if I really want to say it, White Stone Tombs are very common. Think about it, as long as a tomb is made of white stones, it can be called a White Stone Tomb, right?
Miranda turned her head with disappointment and said, "I haven't heard of any White Stone Tombs either. My family is buried in the cemetery, and the tombstones are marble."
Aglaea, on the other hand, waved her hands. "Compared to that, I'm more curious about how a tomb can store infinite knowledge. Think about it. How big can a tomb be, and how big can a library be?"
Hoffa was also suspicious. It seemed to be true.
Western wizards did not have the habit of building mausoleums on a large scale. When Dumbledore died, he took a magic wand with him. Endless knowledge, no matter how one thought about it, could not be stuffed into a small tomb.
The three of them looked at each other and didn't say anything for a while.
After a while, Miranda suddenly said slowly, "People."
Aglaia: "Huh?"
Miranda: "If someone memorizes everything in the library, wouldn't that person become the library?"
Aglaia was shocked. "You mean, the library is a person?"
Miranda: "I'm just guessing."
Hoffa was also surprised, but after the surprise, he shook his head.
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