"I think you can become a better person."
After Deng Budo finished, he winked at Huo Fa and walked out of the door.
Watching Dumbledore's figure disappear behind the door, Hoffa looked at his palm.
It was the commemorative coin of Ravenclaw that he had lost and then recovered.
On the front of the coin, there was a picture of Ravenclaw wearing a crown and holding a balance.
She seemed to want to say something to Hoffa.
On the back, there was a row of Latin words: reperio.
Looking for the light under the darkness.
He had seen this row of words countless times.
Hoffa stared at the coin in a daze. What detail did he miss?
He thought for a long time, but he couldn't find the answer.
He looked out the window.
At this time, night fell, and a full moon hung high in the sky.
In the dark night sky, the full moon was so bright. It shone brightly in the darkness, as if it was silently reminding Hoffa.
Hoffa straightened up from the bed.
Looking for the light under the darkness. Hoffa looked up at the moon.
Every time he went on an adventure this year, he seemed to see this bright moon. The light under the darkness. Was it asking him to go to the moon?
He sat back on the bed, discouraged. But in the next second, his eyes focused in the distance. He frowned, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.
Wait, the light under the darkness?
He stood up and went to the window of the ward.
In his sight, there was a huge black lake at the edge of the hunting ground, and there was also a bright moon.
He stared at the moon on the lake for a while, and all the clues ran through his brain like lightning.
The light under the darkness.
He looked at the coin in his hand in disbelief.
He suddenly raised his head and murmured, "I see, I understand now."
He grabbed the wand on the bedside table.
A completely indescribable power gradually began to emerge from his body. He didn't know what kind of power it was, but he could clearly feel that the blankness in his brain was gradually dispelled.
Yes, he hadn't achieved his goal yet.
Now was not the time to rest.
He quickly untied the bandage on his shoulder.
Then, he changed into his school robe, which had become tattered due to many battles, and put the wand back on his waist.
Then, he strode out of the door.
After passing through the hall, the school's crowd was divided into two groups. On one side were students who were restless, dragging their suitcases and walking around arguing.
On the other side, it was unusually quiet. They were reading the newspaper, and they were as quiet and numb as corpses.
Perhaps it was because too much shocking news in the past few days had extinguished the students' passion. Perhaps the moment Amando Dippet was found guilty, the fate of the school had already been decided.
Just like that, they sat in their respective seats, neither leaving nor discussing.
In the middle of the chaotic auditorium, the Hogwarts Orb had already disappeared without a trace. Perhaps the deans realized that even the Four Great Founder's Divine Artifact could not save the school from misfortune, so they abandoned this useless display.
But all of this was not Hoffa's concern for the time being.
With the help of the Magic Stairs, he quickly returned to Ravenclaw's common room. After Amando Dippet was arrested, the school no longer banned Ravenclaw's common room.
Although the common room had been restored to its original decoration, the statue of Ravenclaw had been re-erected, and the fire in the fireplace had been reignited, the students in the room were still in a gloomy mood.
Miranda crossed her arms and was talking to Aglaia worriedly in the corner.
Hoffa quickly walked over and pressed Aglaia's shoulder. "The bracelet, did the school return the bracelet to you?"
Aglaia was shocked and immediately hit him.
"Who is it!?"
Hoffa quickly grabbed her wrist. When she saw who it was, her eyes widened.
"Hoffa?"
The gloomy look on Miranda's face gradually disappeared. She smiled slightly. "You're finally willing to come out."
"I've thought it through. This is not over yet," Hoffa said.
"Aglaia, did the school return your bracelet to you?"
"How did you know?" Aglaia said. "They gave it to me today."
"Quick, give it to me," Hoffa said.
"What's wrong? Do you know something?"
Aglaia grabbed Hoffa and said anxiously, "Quick, tell me."
"There's no time. Hurry up and give it to me. I'll have plenty of time to explain when I come back."
"Ah!"
Aglaia stomped her feet, but still quickly ran to the spiral staircase.
Hoffa turned his head and whispered, "Miranda, that half-human king is still in this school. I don't know what he wants to do, but it's obvious that his purpose is not simple."
"Have you found the answer?" Miranda was very calm. She asked directly.
"Not yet, but it's very close."
"Okay, what should I do?"
"You take Aglaia to Dumbledore and ask him to protect you. If possible, it's best to take the other students and leave the school as soon as possible. I'll go find the last key."
At this time, Aglaia walked down the stairs and handed the ancient bracelet to Hoffa.
He took the bracelet and patted Miranda's shoulder. Then, he quickly rushed out of the common room and went downstairs.
In the dark basement, water droplets fell into a pool. It made a very rhythmic dripping sound.
In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Ossivia sat cross-legged and motionlessly looked at the green lake outside the window. She was like a soulless statue.
She stayed in this position for an unknown period of time. Beside her, there was an old newspaper and a silver plate that had never been touched.
A white-haired old man slowly walked out of the darkness with the plate. He put down the plate and slowly walked to the girl's side and sat down.
"Miss, the verdict has been announced."
"Yes."
Ossivia replied motionlessly.
"Don't you want to change anything? Miss. "
The old man said worriedly.
"No."
"Okay, watch your diet. You haven't eaten for many days."
The old man sighed helplessly and put the plate beside her. With that, he turned and left.
But after taking two steps, he hesitated for a moment and walked back. He took out a golden crown from his chest and put it in front of Ossivia.
"By the way, Dumbledore asked me to return this to you."
Ossivia glanced at the golden ring, shook her head and said softly, "I've had enough, Morose."
The old man's fingers paused on the golden crown, but he still pushed it in front of her. "If you don't like it, destroy it. I don't have the right to dispose of it. "
Ossivia did not move and did not answer.
The white-haired old man said in a low voice, "Come back to the Soviet Union with me as soon as possible, miss. This is not your home. Your life doesn't belong here. It doesn't belong to this school. "
Knock, knock, knock.
At this moment, there was a faint knock on the door. The old man looked up. "Someone's here."
"No."
Ossivia said.
Knock, knock, knock.
The knocking on the door became louder. The old man hesitated for a moment. "When are you going to leave?"
"I'm going to leave with this school."
"I respect your choice."
The old man sighed and got up to clean up the old plate.
The knocking on the door sounded for a moment and then disappeared.
Hoffa stood at the door of Ossivia's office in the basement. Facing the door that had not been opened for a long time, he frowned. He had a guess, but this guess required him to put the three keys together.
He hesitated for about half a second.
Hoffa took out his magic wand and pointed at the door. "Arahjo, open!"
Bang!
The door bolt burst open instantly.
Hoffa pushed the door open and rushed straight into the office.
Huo Fa hadn't even taken two steps when a muscular arm grabbed him.
He jumped to the side, only to find that the one who grabbed him was an old man with a white beard dressed as an Aura. He wore a neat wizard robe and was dressed meticulously. Hoffa had seen him once when he caught the Dippet.
The white-haired old man asked with an unfriendly expression, "What do you want?"
"I want to see Ossivia."
"She doesn't want to see anyone."
Hoffa didn't want to talk nonsense with him and disappeared with Ghost Walk.
But the next second, the scene in front of him changed rapidly. The corridor rotated, changed, and reorganized like a Kaleidoscope. The side of the stairs became a wall, the wall became a fork, and the fork rotated 360 degrees above his head.
He had to exit the state of Ghost Walk. At this moment, the colorful changes in the whole world dazzled his eyes.
It was illusion magic.
Hoffa turned his head and saw the white-haired old man hanging upside down from the rotating ceiling. He was holding a magic wand and looking at him with a gloomy expression.
There was no time to waste. Hoffa closed his eyes and shouted:
"Ossivia, you can hide here and see no one. But you can't escape your mistakes. We still have work to do. When we're done, it doesn't matter how you want to escape. "
The tall old man's eyes widened in anger as he raised his magic wand.
"I said, the young lady doesn't want to see you!!"
Hoffa ignored him and continued:
"Do you think all this is over? Do you think that after injuring me and destroying this school, you can just walk back to the Soviet Union like a hibernating Siberian snake? This is your so-called fate. This is the result you've spent so many years in exchange? "
The old man put his magic wand into his pocket and jumped down from the ceiling. He stood directly in front of Hoffa and grabbed his throat.
"Old man, who are you?"
Hoffa said angrily.
"I'm the butler of the Romanov family. I've been taking care of the young lady since she was born. Where did you come from?"
"Me?"
Hoffa frowned. The old man's hand that grabbed his throat seemed to be made of foam and didn't use any strength.
However, he threatened loudly, "Do you believe that I'll kill you directly?"
Hoffa gradually understood. He raised his eyebrows and screamed.
"Ah!!"
Sure enough, as soon as he screamed, the rotating Wanhua Mirror in front of him slowly separated and the illusion disappeared. Ossivia's slender body slowly appeared from the darkness.
"Let him go, Morose. This is between me and him. "She said softly.
The old man immediately let go of Hoffa's throat "hatefully."
Hoffa covered his throat and coughed hoarsely. "You have a butler and you even brought him to school. How privileged."
The old man glared at Hoffa. "Hey, brat, what privilege? I'm in charge of guarding the forbidden forest. Don't be so rude."
"Morose, get out."
"Oh."
The old man looked at Hoffa awkwardly. Hoffa shook his head at the old man in disdain.
Then, there was a bang on the door.
In the dark room, only Hoffa and Ossivia were left.
"There's nothing to say. It's all over."
She looked at Hoffa's shoulder and said. "I'm tired."
Hoffa quickly walked in front of her eyes. His golden eyes looked at her green eyes.
"You've just exhausted the power of hatred. Ossivia, don't you understand? Hatred will not bring you great power. It will only make you lose your way, lose your purpose in life. "
Ossivia tilted her head. "I don't need a brat to lecture me."
"I'm not here to lecture you. Listen, Dippet was obviously framed. If he was really a half-human king, would he be so stupid that he couldn't even control his own subordinates?"
"I only believe in evidence. I don't believe in feelings."
"Evidence can be fabricated. Don't you think that all the evidence we found was deliberately arranged? That coffin, that evidence, they were all pretenses. They were all fake.
The half-human king is still in this school. His purpose is definitely not as simple as finding the library. We don't have time. "
"How do you know where he is?"
Ossivia's face was full of sarcasm. "50 Aura searched this school for a semester. Do you dare to say that you're better than them?"
"Do you still remember Double Horn Cape?"
Hoffa interrupted Ossivia. "Under Thames Port, there are many dolphins. It's where we first met."
Ossivia: "I remember."
"Hogwarts also has a similar place."
Ossivia was shocked. She immediately looked up and looked straight into Hoffa's eyes. "You mean, the mirror world? The mirror world like the ancient library? "
"Yes."
"But we've already been to that mirror world."
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