In the following week, Hoffa was not able to return to his dorm. Even if he wanted to sneak in, it would be futile. Ravenclaw's tower was too tall.
Ossivia did not come to Hoffa, but recently, she would only teach for thirty minutes each class. After completing her teaching duties, she would leave the rest of the time for the students to practice on their own.
As for herself, she would leave in a hurry and disappear without a trace.
But Hoffa felt that with her stubborn personality, she would definitely spend most of her time looking for the White Stone Tomb.
The perfunctory attitude of the Transfiguration class teacher caused the majority of the students to be unhappy. The boys were fine, as they had the added advantage of their gender, so it was hard for them to blame their beautiful foreign teacher.
But the girls did not think so. In a Transfiguration class on November 9th.
Aglaia hugged her arms and said angrily, "This is the first time I've seen such a cold teacher. Isn't she afraid that we'll complain?"
Miranda teased, "What are you complaining about her for? Reading from the script?"
"She's not responsible," Aglaia said coldly.
"The Transfiguration class assistant is sitting next to you. You can ask him if you have any questions."
"More like killing me," Aglaia said dryly.
* Bang! *
The door to the Transfiguration class was suddenly pushed open, interrupting their conversation.
Hoffa, who was reading, turned his head and saw a blonde teenager walk in. He casually leaned against Slytherin's desk.
It was Abracus Malfoy.
"Hey, the school's hospital is open for visitation. Who wants to come with me to see Riddle?" He said to the Slytherin students.
This sentence was like a brick smashing into the still water, and the dull classroom instantly became lively.
Ever since Tom Riddle was shot, he had been locked in the school's hospital's intensive care unit, and no one was allowed to visit him.
Any students who wanted to ask questions, inquire about information, express sympathy, show friendliness, or express love were all turned away.
But now, the school finally opened for visitation. This caused everyone to start whispering.
The students at Slytherin's table all stood up. They clustered around Malfoy and walked out.
Even the students from the other three universities couldn't help but stand up and follow Slytherin's team. They wanted to watch the show.
Seeing these people disappear noisily at the door, Hoffa stood up.
This action puzzled Aglaia. She asked angrily, "What, do you want to visit that guy too?"
She still remembered that she had lost to Liddell in a duel.
However, Hoffa nodded. He did have to make a trip there, but not to visit.
As the first witness, Tom Riddle must have more information about the intruder. If he could obtain this information, Hoffa believed that he would be able to get closer to the truth.
Aglaia narrowed his eyes and said dangerously, "I heard that you were from an orphanage before you came to school. Could it be that you have a good relationship with each other?"
Miranda looked at Hoffa, who stood up, and then looked at Aglaia. She hesitated for a moment, but still remained seated.
Hoffa laughed. "If I said that he tried to kill me in the orphanage, would you believe me?"
Aglaia's expression changed from gloomy to stunned.
Hoffa patted her shoulder. "Alright, I'm going to ask around. Don't be so suspicious."
With that, he strode out of the door.
The school was noisy. There were students everywhere who wanted to rush to the hospital. Some of them were juniors, while others were seniors.
There were also students carrying old wooden cameras. They walked in a hurry, as if they wanted to get a headline for the school newspaper.
The shooting incident that had been suppressed by the school showed signs of resurgence. Since the culprit had not been found, everyone wanted to see Tom Riddle.
Hoffa arrived at the entrance of the school hospital. It was already crowded. Many students were blocking the entrance. There were two nurses at the door.
Unfortunately, the door was tightly shut.
This made Huo Fa a little confused.
After a while, Malfoy came out of the intensive care unit. A tall Slytherin was standing next to him. He raised his arm rather arrogantly and suppressed the noise of the crowd.
Then, he said slowly, "Everyone, line up. Without my permission, nobody can go in to visit my friend. "
The students who were reading the school newspaper and the other curious students were anxious.
Hoffa stared at Malfoy and saw an irrepressible smugness in his eyes.
This guy seemed to be enjoying this moment. His tone and actions were imitating Principal Dippet.
However, Hoffa didn't barge in directly. He didn't mind following Slytherin's rules.
After all, there were so many people at the door.
However, after waiting at the door for half an hour, Hoffa discovered that Malfoy didn't allow anyone who didn't have a personal relationship with him to enter the ward.
Even Slytherin, who was wearing a green robe, had to beg a few words in front of him before he could enter.
As for the people from the other three hospitals, there were even fewer who could enter.
An hour later, the hustle and bustle of the hospital became quiet and deserted. Most of the people left the place unhappily.
To be honest, Hoffa also wanted to leave. He felt that the chances of him entering through normal means were almost zero.
However, this matter had a special meaning to him, so he chose to persist.
As expected, when he stood in front of Malfoy, he didn't hesitate to reach out his hand. "Wait a minute."
Hoffa looked at him.
Malfoy said happily, "Have you been standing for a long time?"
"Can I go in?" Hoffa asked.
"What do you think?" Malfoy sneered. "Will Dracath let me in if you're sick, Bach?"
"This has nothing to do with personal grudges," Hoffa said.
"I said no," Malfoy said lazily.
"What are your conditions?"
"Conditions? Fine, let that bastard Dracath talk to me," Malfoy said.
Hoffa said indifferently, "Watch your words."
"Watch your words. Who do you think you are?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes and took a step forward, his nose almost touching Hoffa's. "Now, get the hell out of here before I get angry."
"Do you own the infirmary, Malfoy?" Malfoy, "Hoffa said calmly.
Bang! Malfoy grabbed Hoffa's collar and said fiercely, "No.
But I suspect that Ravenclaw's students are secretly harboring the murderer and plotting the murder of Slytherin. Especially you and your two accomplices. You are the most suspicious. "
Hoffa looked at the hand that was grabbing his collar and said, "This is a very serious accusation, Malfoy."
Malfoy turned his head and sneered. "I think I might find a few Wissenjammer Inquisitors to investigate you and see if you're hiding any Muggle weapons in your pants!"
This statement amused Hoffa.
He couldn't help but laugh. "This accusation is too vague. I don't think you can call any Inquisitors."
"Are you questioning me? Yes. "
Malfoy's hand tightened. Slytherin stepped forward and pressed Malfoy's back, as if trying to pull him away.
Hoffa shook his head. "No, I just think that if you want to judge me, you can find a better excuse."
"For example?" Malfoy sneered.
"For example, a private fight."
Malfoy was stunned, then his expression changed.
He couldn't react.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound.
A huge lion's head glove smashed into Malfoy's face.
He was sent flying with a loud boom. He crashed through the door of the intensive care unit and rolled on the ground.
The two nurses standing at the door immediately screamed.
"Bastard!"
Slytherin's tall student took out his wand without hesitation.
Bang!
Three large stone hands reached out from the wall.
Bang! Bang! Bang! They grabbed the three people.
The two screaming nurses who wanted to find the teacher were pressed to the wall by the large stone hands. Even their mouths were covered by two small stone hands.
The tall Slytherin was grabbed by the waist. He raised his wand in the air and roared like thunder, "Shatter!"
Hoffa's body grew slightly taller. As his muscles expanded, he dodged the blue shattering ray like lightning.
Then, he punched the tall Slytherin's face.
In his animated state, his strength was not inferior to an adult's. This punch shook his head, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Hoffa snatched his wand and threw it to the ground.
In the distance, Malfoy, whose nose was bleeding, stumbled up from the ground, took out his wand and roared, "Snake Spirit! Kill him! "
Three large transparent snakes slithered out from the door. They opened their mouths and spat out high-temperature rays.
Hoffa disappeared on the spot.
The rays from the transparent snakes turned the tiles that Hoffa was standing on into boiling lava.
In the next second, Hoffa was in front of Malfoy. He despised Malfoy's murderous intent. He punched Malfoy's face again.
Bang!
Malfoy crashed into the group of people in front of Tom Riddle's bed.
"Help!"
"Kill him!"
A group of Slytherin screamed.
Another pair of large stone hands rose from the ground and grabbed Malfoy. Then, a few more pairs rose like dominoes and dragged him back to Hoffa.
Hoffa stood in front of Malfoy, looking down at him.
Malfoy raised his wand in horror.
But his wand was kicked away by Hoffa.
"Too inefficient, Malfoy." Malfoy. "Hoffa withdrew his wand." Do you think every day is a duel? "
The person lying on the bed shouted, "Stop!"
Hoffa glanced at Tom.
Then, he grabbed Malfoy's hair and forced his head to face him. He forced him to look at his eyes.
"I think you should be able to get good treatment here."
Thud!
A punch. Malfoy's left eye was bruised.
"You dare hit me! You pauper, you dare hit me? "he screamed.
Thud!
Another punch. Malfoy's face turned black.
"Ah!"
Thud!
A punch to Malfoy's mouth stopped him from screaming.
"You can choose to hide behind Riddle or use some outside connections to find me. I don't mind. But in school, I'm the teaching assistant for the Transfiguration class. I have the same rights as the teachers. It's none of your business who I want to see! "
Hoffa did not wait for Malfoy to speak. He kicked Malfoy.
Bang!
Rubble flew everywhere.
Malfoy rolled a few times and crashed back to Slytherin's bed.
His face was pale. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, pretending to be unconscious.
At this moment, the Slytherin members had all reacted. They surrounded Abraxas Malfoy and pulled out their wands. They glared at Hoffa fiercely.
Both sides were at daggers drawn.
But Hoffa did not care about these people. He did not even take out his wand. He just looked at the bed with his hands in his pockets.
Unexpectedly.
Violent coughs came from the bed.
Riddle finished coughing and said hoarsely, "Get out."
The green robed wizards turned their heads. "Tom, what are you talking about?"
"This guy."
"Get out. Don't make me say it again."
Tom Riddle said sternly.
"Tom!"
A tall Slytherin girl stomped her feet anxiously.
"Get out."
Tom Riddle's voice was hoarse and low. It was filled with killing intent.
The girl swallowed her words. She glared at Hoffa and waved her hand. A group of Slytherin carried Malfoy and strode out of the door.
Hoffa stood still.
The hospital door slammed shut. He raised his right hand slightly. A pair of stone hands appeared in front of the door and sealed the ward.
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