After approaching the island in the middle of the lake, Hoffa sensed a vague magic aura.
The magic aura was rather heterogeneous and incomplete. This magic wave was very similar to the magic wave he sensed in the library back then. If he could, he really wanted to stop and study the ancient magic of this school.
But now was not the time.
Ossivia quickly stepped onto the rocky beach of the island in the middle of the lake. She put away her ice blades and quickly put her hair back into a bun.
Then, she took Hoffa's arm and made him stand on the dark rocky beach.
Under the dim night sky, the island was full of towering dead trees that required several people to wrap their arms around them. Among them, there were some empty spaces under the trees that were not covered in snow.
Would there be a white stone grave here?
Hoffa could not help but guess.
"Flicker."
Ossivia chanted softly, and the light from her wand illuminated the surroundings.
Hoffa looked at his feet. Even if the snow was swept away, the ground was still covered by a thick layer of dead branches and leaves. No one had been here for hundreds of years.
The two of them silently passed through the dead forest. There was no sound except for the crunching of snow and the occasional cracking of branches. Under the reflection of the snow, the surrounding tree branches and some of the towering mountain rocks formed all kinds of strange and grotesque shapes.
After crossing a hill, a blurry building appeared on the hill a hundred meters away. Judging from the appearance, it should be a dark, old-fashioned church.
Ossivia put down her wand and said in a low voice, "I checked the information. The principal of the Hogwarts who died before the Sprite Rebellion in 1612 was buried here."
After silently observing this ancient and dark land for a while, Hoffa tilted his head and said, "I think we're crazy."
Ossivia: "Why?"
"Of all times to come, why now?"
"There's a world war going on outside. There's no time to waste. If you find the Forbidden Library in advance and destroy it, you can save hundreds of thousands of people.
Ossivia said softly, "Does that make you feel better?"
"You overestimate my awareness," said Hoffa.
"You're different from me."
After saying that calmly, Ossivia raised his wand and pointed it slightly. "Fluorescent Dance."
Suddenly, the fluorescent light at the tip of her wand flew out and split apart in the air, turning into flickering white spots of light.
Some white light spots flew silently into the old Scottish church, and some white spots surrounded Hoffa and Ossivia, illuminating the dark island in the snow.
Under the illumination of these dancing light spots, Hoffa saw a group of tombstones beside the old-fashioned church. Some tombstones were big and some were small. There were also some sculptures that were covered in snow and their appearance could not be seen clearly.
The whole scene seemed strangely romantic.
"Let's go check the tombstones."
Ossivia said.
Ossivia walked in front. Looking at her back, Hoffa asked, "You're an exchange student from Durmstrang and a Slytherin who only studied in England for three years. Why are you so familiar with Hogwarts?"
Ossivia said calmly, "I just used the time that others use for fun to explore the unknown."
There was no argument for the answer.
The two stood in front of the tombstones. The snow here was especially deep. Hoffa had to use Crushing Grasp to clear the snow at his feet.
The tombstones revealed themselves after the snow was removed.
Hoffa squatted down and cleaned a tombstone under the illumination of the dancing light. Hoffa saw a row of blurry words on the tombstone: Sam Beardsley, 1210-1219. The other words were too blurry to read.
Hoffa turned his head and asked, "Is this it?"
"This is the seventh, not the one we're looking for."
In the distance, Ossivia said, "The first one died in 930."
930。
Hoffa looked at the tombstones one by one.
On the tombstones, some personal achievements and time in office were engraved.
On a tombstone carved with a flying broom, Hoffa saw these words.
Oliver Cromwell, 1462-1537.
Proposed the revision of the Quidditch rules.
Founder of the School Cup.
Invented the Oak Arrow series of flying brooms.
Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic.
Sixth President of the World Quidditch Association.
A headmaster who loved Quidditch, Hoffa thought. He walked to another tombstone.
Hugh Barsham, 1330-1461.
Founder of the Wizard Astronomy School.
Head of the Druid Church in Europe.
Balanced All.
Great Clairvoyant.
Deer Whisperer.
Tree Whisperer.
No matter how you look at him, he looks like a Hufflepuff graduate, Hoffa thought.
Taking a step to the left, Hoffa saw another tombstone with a giant skull.
Taking off the skull, Hoffa saw the words engraved on the tombstone.
Ludwig Cavendish, 1328-1329.
Judge of Wissengamo.
One of the founders of Azkaban.
Discovered Dragonstone Island, Kalmador, Krisoma, and many other ancient ruins.
Lord of Magic.
Master of Transfiguration.
Giant Killer.
Calamity of the Werewolf.
End of the Black Witches.
Dusk of the Dragon.
Died by Suicide.
At the bottom of the headmaster's tombstone, Hoffa saw a row of small words.
I hate sitting in an office the most.
Staring at the tombstone of the headmaster from six hundred years ago, Hoffa swallowed his saliva. He thought that the Hogwarts were really full of talented people.
He looked at them one by one.
Some of these headmasters had been in office for a long time, as long as a hundred years. Some had been in office for a short time, as short as three months, which was even shorter than Severus Snape in the future.
But without exception, they all died in office.
There were only a dozen tombstones here, so he quickly finished looking.
There was no doubt that every headmaster here had a legendary life. But there were no white stone tombstones here. The tombstones were made of ordinary materials, and they were abnormally plain. They were just common Scottish gray bricks, which did not match the description at the bottom of the statue.
After a while, Ossivia also turned back and looked at Hoffa with a confused expression.
"So the first headmaster we are looking for? Where is he? "
Hoffa asked.
"You don't have him?"
"No."
Ossivia shook his head. "I didn't find him either."
Hoffa did not believe him, so he went to Ossivia's side and looked around. He found that all the headmasters here were female.
This was even more out of line because he clearly remembered that the headmaster in the mirror world was a man.
After a round, they came back to the starting point.
The two stood in the snowy cemetery and looked at each other.
"Why don't we take a look at the church?"
Hoffa pointed at the church behind him and suggested.
Under the moonlight, the broken gothic spire stood tall, but nearly half of it had collapsed. Looking from the side, the rubble inside was piled up like a mountain. It was hard to imagine that they could find any clues here.
Ossivia hesitated for a moment and said, "Wizards are not Muggles. Very few of us are religious. Basically, we don't bury people in churches."
"Then there's a church here. It's very strange, isn't it?"
"My idea is to come back tomorrow."
After a pause, she added, "It's safer and safer to bring Aura with us."
Her suggestion made sense. Hoffa nodded. "Okay, let's go back for today."
Ossivia pointed her wand to the sky, and all the dancing light spots in the air returned to the wand, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.
The two slowly walked out of the cemetery. Ossivia was depressed and not in high spirits, perhaps because she did not find any valuable clues.
Walking down the slope, the two walked into the forest of dead trees.
Hoffa joked, "You know, after looking at so many tombstones, I found something."
"What is it?"
"It seems that the headmasters of Hogwarts are all single."
"How did you come to this conclusion?"
"There are no family members on all the tombstones, only achievements and tenure."
Ossivia said calmly, "Maybe this is what wizards are like."
For some reason, her words made Hoffa want to laugh. In this strange place.
"Do you know Dumbledore?" Hoffa asked with interest.
"Not really. He and I don't have the same idea of transformation, and he didn't pay much attention when he taught me."
After a pause, Ossivia said indifferently, "But it's undeniable that he's a very strong wizard, very strong."
"Do you think he'll be a headmaster?"
"Dippet's body is not bad, is it really okay for you to talk about this now? Also, I don't think someone who has an ambiguous relationship with Gellert and Grindelwald will be a headmaster. "
"Why do you all know?"
Hoffa was shocked.
Ossivia did not answer. She suddenly reached out and stopped Hoffa, her green eyes looking around.
"What's wrong?"
"Shh." She covered her mouth.
Hoffa stood still, and a slight rustling sound entered his ears. He stopped talking and covered the surroundings with his spiritual force field.
That's right, there was a rustling sound around, and it sounded like scales rubbing against the snow.
Snake? Hoffa asked softly.
"No."
Ossivia said seriously, "It's a Lake Demon."
As soon as she said that, pairs of icy blue eyes lit up around them, and tall figures slowly appeared. The rustling sound of scales rubbing against each other was mixed with the sound of steel being dragged on the ground.
Some of them were holding stone markers, some were dragging sharp anchors, and some were holding heavy chains.
Ossivia slowly pulled Hoffa behind her.
Soon, they were surrounded by the Lake Demons.
The leader of the Lake Demons was extremely strong, it was two meters tall, and its muscles were bulging. It breathed out a thick white mist, and its hair was like the tentacles of an octopus wriggling in the air.
It opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth.
The Lake Demon said, "ghor
'iv?”
The Lake Demon said, "pe 'el
chohwi'
”
Hoffa narrowed his eyes, and his heart beat faster. He had seen many mystical creatures last year, and even centaurs that had the same intelligence as humans.
But these creatures were completely different from centaurs, centaurs were calm and mysterious.
Although he did not understand what these creatures were saying, he could feel a trace of savagery and madness hidden in them.
Ossivia looked vigilant. "Don't you speak English?"
As soon as she said that, all the Lake Demons showed a mocking expression, and they all clenched their weapons and became restless. But then, the restlessness calmed down.
Those strong lake demons slowly parted, and a skinny, old lake demon walked out from behind them. He looked like a bag of bones.
It was bent over, and in its hand was a wooden staff that was almost as tall as it was, and most of the scales on its tail had fallen off.
Ossivia took another step to the side and stood in front of Hoffa.
The moment he saw the Lake Demon, Hoffa suddenly felt a great sense of danger. This seemingly frail lake spirit contained a tremendous amount of magical flux, far more powerful than any adept Greem had ever seen.
"Are you the chief?"
Ossivia asked.
"What do you see?"
The old Lake Demon asked.
"I didn't see anything." Osivia smiled.
"Is that so? Who are you?"
The old Lake Demon swam with its tail and asked, "Student?"
There were very few teeth in its mouth, but its tongue was pure black. When it spoke, its syllables contained a power that could make people feel dizzy.
Hoffa bit the tip of his tongue, and the hair on the back of his head stood up, and cold sweat poured down.
How could a humanoid creature be so terrifying?
Ossivia took Hoffa's hand and said, "We're here for a date. We're just going to walk around and leave this place."
"A date?"
The old Lake Demon couldn't help but laugh.
"Your age and his age? Or do you think I'm blind? "
Hoffa contracted his spiritual power to the extreme, and he could see the stones at his feet trembling. As they trembled, tiny patterns appeared on the surface.
Ossivia didn't say anything.
The old Lake Demon smiled and said, "Kiss him, and I'll let you go."
Hoffa stared at the Lake Demon's icy blue eyes, which were full of mockery, like a cat playing with a mouse.
Ossivia loosened its hand and held Hoffa's face.
Hoffa was shocked. Was this guy serious?
But Ossivia just leaned against his right ear and said, "I'll hold it back. You go back to school and find the Dippet."
Then, she looked up and said, "I'll kiss him."
The old Lake Demon tilted its head. "Interesting. A teacher who does this to a student should be locked up in Azkaban, right, Miss Romanov?"
Ossivia's disguise faded, and she drew out her wand. "What are you planning? Since you know I'm a teacher, how dare you stop me?"
"Teacher."
The Lake Demon shook its head and said regretfully, "This is our territory. You shouldn't have trespassed here."
"When did this become your territory?" Ossivia said cautiously, "This is the territory of the Hogwarts. It belongs to the Hogwarts. It has always been this way."
"Always?" The old Lake Demon smiled sarcastically.
"Our race has lived here for tens of thousands of years. How long have you wizards been here? How dare you, a young witch, tell me that it has always been this way? "
As soon as it finished speaking, the Lake Demons behind it all raised their weapons.
Ossivia took a step back warily.
"What do you want? Your ancestors signed an agreement with the school. According to the agreement, the humanoid magical animals living in the Hogwarts are not allowed to harm students and teachers. I think you understand this agreement. "
"Yes."
"But the agreement has changed, and the times are changing. You came at a bad time."
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