65. Reconstruction.
Daily Prophet.
Shocking news. 28th January, a powerful explosion occurred in Hogwarts in northern Scotland, triggering a magnitude 8 earthquake. Half of the schools were destroyed. The exact cause was unknown. The Ministry of Magic's Disaster Defense Department was mobilized to investigate the incident.
Daily Prophet.
29th January, Minister of Ministry of Magic, Leonard Spencermun, postponed the implementation of Education Decree No. 14 that night and announced that a hearing would be held on the 7th of February. Reviewing the Amando Dippet Human Experiment Case.
Daily Prophet.
3rd February, Hogwarts's evacuation plan was carried out again. 70% of the students rejected the evacuation plan. The Ministry of Magic's Disaster Defense Department evacuated 213 students. The remaining 900 students chose to stay in school.
Daily Prophet.
7th February, Abusi Dumbledore appeared in Weissengamo and presented evidence to prove that the Half-Human King was not the former principal of Hogwarts, the Amando Dippet. However, the Hogwarts school did not reveal the true identity of the Half-Human King. More information was still being investigated.
Daily Prophet.
On the 15th of February, the Director of the Soviet Union's Defense Against the Dark Arts Department and Hogwarts' Transfiguration teacher, Osivia Romanov, appeared in court to testify for Headmaster Dippet, confirming that the Half-Human King was someone else. The Soviet Ministry of Magic did not explain the Half-Human King's true identity.
Daily Prophet.
27th February, after a trial that lasted 20 days, Weissengamo and the 28 pure-blood families' jury voted. In the end, the Amando Dippet won the vote and was acquitted. However, he was stripped of his position as the Weissengamo Judge and Royal Honorary Mage.
The Amando Dippet would return to Hogwarts at the end of March. The Ministry of Magic reinstated the Half-Human King's permanent death warrant. The Half-Human King's true identity was still under investigation.
The gentle sound of a newspaper being read rang in Hoffa's ears. It was already March. The bright spring sunlight shone into the corridor through the dilapidated hall. The sky was blue, and outside the corridor, there were students coming and going. They carried ladders and walked everywhere.
In the corridor, a gray-haired youth was holding onto a walking stick, walking slowly like a disabled person. He had pale golden eyes and wore a blue and white striped hospital gown. His fingernails were as thin as cicada's wings and were so transparent that one could see the tender red flesh underneath.
Hoffa was carrying out the physical recovery mission given to him by the school doctor, which was to walk three kilometers every day.
Beside him was a chestnut-haired girl with a short ponytail and round glasses. She supported Huo Fa with one hand and held a newspaper in the other. She read it to him from time to time.
Hoffa listened quietly as he walked. Occasionally, someone would come over to greet him, and he would return a smile.
However, in order to speak less, he tried to walk to a place with fewer people because there were too many people greeting him.
He couldn't say too much right now.
At this moment, more than a month had passed since the soul-stirring life and death battle between him and Silby. Hoffa's face was still very pale, but compared to before, it was much better.
God knows what kind of pain he went through this month. When he first woke up from his coma, his bones were like chalk, shattering at the slightest touch. He couldn't move at all. Every time he moved, his muscles would be strained. Even talking could shatter his jaw. This was probably the closest he had ever been to death in his life.
Due to that extreme blood red bloom, his ear-length black hair had turned into short gray hair.
At first, Hoffa thought that everything would be fine after the old hair fell out. He didn't expect that the new hair would be gray.
He wasn't used to this because the gray hair always reminded him of Silby. However, after a few days, he had no choice but to accept this reality.
Fortunately, his appearance didn't age, which was the only thing worth rejoicing about.
In the second half of the semester, all the classes in the school were stopped, but most of the students still chose to stay in the school. As for the reason, Hoffa felt that perhaps most of the ordinary people were like him, unwilling to watch the school be destroyed.
When he passed by a collapsed tower, Hoffa saw a group of students using a levitation spell to control a row of stones to run over.
Under the collapsed tower, some senior students waved their magic wands, while some junior students simply carried the wood on their shoulders. There was also a lot of scaffolding on the tower.
There were also some teachers downstairs holding blueprints, pointing at the gap in the building, and drawing. There was also a lot of scaffolding at the top of the tower.
People were coming and going, and almost everyone was very busy.
All the school's work and tasks were transferred to the post-disaster reconstruction, and all the classes were stopped. In fact, Hoffa felt that it was faster to learn things this way.
It was just that he didn't have the ability to rebuild the school with others, and now his bones were just a little harder than glass.
He stood in the distance, sweeping a piece of gravel at his feet with a wooden stick, and saw a few bottles of specimens, and carefully identified them. Only then did he realize that this was the tower where Slytherin stored its magic potions.
"Poor Slytherin, the damage is the most serious."
Miranda said softly beside Hoffa.
"How long do you think it will take to finish repairing it?" Hoffa asked as he walked.
"Probably a few years at least." Miranda held Hoffa's arm and said faintly, "But the school hasn't been closed down, and that's already very lucky."
The two of them passed through the collapsed building and passed by the gate of the Hogwarts' castle. As the first line of defense when the explosion came, the gate of the Hogwarts was the most seriously damaged.
There was a sea of people here, and many people were shouting and waving their magic wands. Nearly fifty people used levitation spells to slowly pull up a new brown wooden gate and placed it in the original position of the iron gate.
"Oak Gate."
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat.
Miranda put down the newspaper and stood beside Hoffa.
"You protected the main facilities of the school, but as you can see, the gate of the school was blown away. But the cost of an iron gate is a little high, especially at this time, so the school can only change to an oak gate. "
Miranda shrugged. "But if you ask me, this is not bad. At least the school is still there, and the students are still there. "
"If only we had discovered it earlier," Hoffa muttered.
"The spirit of the Hogwarts is not just a few rubble buildings." Miranda pulled Hoffa's arm and said faintly.
"Keep walking, you have only walked less than three hundred meters today."
"Okay."
Hoffa walked forward slowly, and after a few steps, he could not help but look back.
Seeing the oak gate slowly being lifted up to the gate of the castle, Hoffa thought of something. If he remembered correctly, the gate in the original work was an oak gate. He thought that he was changing history, but if he thought about it this way, it seemed that he had not changed anything.
When the two of them walked to the black lake, Hoffa was a little out of breath, so Miranda let him rest for a while on a statue fragment by the lake.
After resting for a while, Hoffa discovered that the entire ground had been overturned, and he even saw an office on the first floor of the basement.
He seemed to have been to that office before. After thinking carefully, he realized that it was Ossivia's office.
The formerly gloomy office was now completely exposed to the sunlight. It had not been repaired, and the inside was a mess.
Hoffa had not seen Ossivia for a while, because she had gone to the Ministry of Magic and had been running around for the Amando Dippet case, working with the other deans to restore the school to normal operations.
After looking for a while from above, Hoffa turned to Miranda and said, "Let's go down and see if anything has not been damaged."
"How could there be more? This was the first place to be affected by the explosion."
Miranda said.
"Let's go take a look, in case there is more."
Hoffa gave his arm to Miranda, and Miranda helped him down the slope.
After walking into the abandoned office, Hoffa found that it was still completely ruined. The porcelain decorations were all shattered, and only a few tattered clothes were left.
Indeed, as Miranda said, nothing was preserved.
However, when they walked deeper into the office, Hoffa's walking stick poked a few pages, and he bent down to pick them up.
It was an old newspaper. He shook off the gravel and dust on the newspaper.
There were a few black and white photos in the newspaper, and the photos recorded a corpse stuck to the ice. The newspaper recorded the murder of the Soviet Union's Ministry of Magic last year.
This was the old newspaper that Ossivia always carried with her.
It was not destroyed.
Hoffa thought for a while and kept the old newspaper with him.
"What is that?" Miranda asked casually.
"Nothing, just a souvenir. Help me up. "
Miranda took Hoffa's arm and walked up to the flat ground. At this time, he saw a boy in a wheelchair being pushed to the black lake by a few Slytherin in green robes to enjoy the scenery.
Seeing the wheelchair, Hoffa was instinctively shocked.
Then he realized that it was not Silby, but Tom Riddle.
He was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown similar to his, and was being pushed by a few Slytherin in a wheelchair.
This old enemy's ending was similar to his this year. Hoffa's injuries were mostly physical, while Riddle's injuries were mental.
The Curse Spell last time was too much of a burden on him.
The school doctor's diagnosis was that he would not be able to walk normally for at least a year, and would not even be able to study normally.
Tom Riddle also saw Hoffa, but he only glanced at him coldly before turning his head away.
"Do you want to go over and take a look?"
Miranda asked in a low voice.
Hoffa looked at the wheelchair by the black lake with a complicated expression, but after a while, he shook his head and said softly, "Next time."
For some reason, he did not want to face Riddle, and Riddle probably did not want to see him either. The last time they worked together, it was out of helplessness in a crisis. After all, their personalities were too different.
Hoffa completed the three kilometers goal very slowly. It was not until dusk that he completed the task set by the school doctor.
After returning to school, Hoffa returned to his ward with Miranda's help.
The ward was very spacious. On the left was a pile of gifts as tall as a person, and on the right was a row of snacks and letters. These were all given to him by the students of Hogwarts. Compared to last year's embarrassing situation where no one cared about his injuries, Hoffa became a celebrity in school this year.
He was not used to this. If possible, he would prefer to be unnoticed.
As soon as he sat down, he was panting.
Miranda, who was nestled in the chair, read the newspaper as she handed him a glass of water.
(In the newspaper, the dejected Principal Amando Dippet said under the flash of a row of reporters, "Health is my goal. Whether these methods are correct, no. But my starting point is to protect the school. I used enemy soldiers who died in battle. I have a clear conscience. I only hope that in the last days of my life, I can protect this school.)
"Thank you." Hoffa took the glass of water.
"Hmm." Miranda flipped a page of the newspaper.
"Does the newspaper say when Ossivia will be back?" Hoffa moved his still somewhat weak legs onto the bed.
"No."
Miranda calmly flipped another page of the newspaper, as if she did not want to talk to him.
Hoffa tore open a piece of chocolate frog, stuffed it into his mouth, and bit off half of the frog. He smacked his lips and asked, "She won't not come back, right?"
"I don't know. Why are you in such a hurry to see her?"
"I'm just asking."
"Haha."
Miranda smiled, seemingly noncommittal.
At this moment, there was a tinkling sound outside the door. There was also the sound of laughter and chatter. Hoffa immediately felt that something was wrong. He immediately moved his legs into the bed and covered himself with the blanket. He looked at Miranda and whispered, "I'm asleep, you know?"
"Uh-huh."
Miranda groaned absent-mindedly.
After she pretended to chat and laugh with a few nurses.
Aglaia pushed the door open and curled her lips in disdain. She whispered, "They don't even have a Living Bone Spirit. Hogwarts is really a trashy school."
Then, the little girl skipped in with a long bottle of medicine in her hand. Her silver hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head, and she was wearing a white operating suit that was unique to magic potions.
Hoffa clenched his hands in fear under the blanket. He closed his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and pretended to be asleep.
Because he couldn't do strenuous exercise, the school doctor, Reiner, said that he had some osteoporosis and would need about a month of recuperation to return to normal.
But the impatient Aglaia made a Living Bone Spirit for him. That's right, it was the thing that Harry drank after the bones in his arm were sucked out by Lockhart.
Hoffa swore that it was the most terrifying thing he had ever drunk in his life. Although the color was transparent like water, it tasted like horse urine mixed with nitroglycerin and ether. He definitely didn't want to drink it a second time.
Aglaia took the medicine and ran to Hoffa's bedside. She poked her head out to take a look.
"Ah, he fell asleep again."
Miranda flipped a page of the newspaper and said weakly, "No, not today, not before. He threw the Living Bone Spirit that you prepared every day into the trash can."
Hoffa, who was under the blanket, almost vomited blood. What was wrong with Miranda today? She actually sold him out in the blink of an eye. She even revealed the matter of him throwing away the medicine.
Sure enough, in the next second, there was a bright light in front of him. Aglaia suddenly lifted the blanket and stood in front of him with a cold smile, "Good for you! How dare you throw away my medicine! "
Hoffa curled up on the bed and covered his face. He said in a muffled voice, "Please don't let me drink that thing anymore. I want to die after drinking it once."
"No! You must drink it! "
Without saying anything, she put her hand under Hoffa's ribs and lifted him up. Hoffa's body was weak. He couldn't resist Aglaia and was afraid that his bones would break. He could only sit up sadly.
"Miranda, you bastard!"
"Oh."
Miranda flipped a page of the newspaper and curled up on the chair. She didn't even raise her head.
"You two-faced person, traitor." Hoffa said with a bit of grief and indignation.
"Oh."
Miranda changed into a more comfortable position and raised her head to read the newspaper.
"Traitor, ungrateful."
"Oh."
A mysterious smile appeared on Miranda's face as she continued to read the newspaper.
"You …" He couldn't continue.
Because Aglaia was trying to open Hoffa's mouth with a spoon, trying to force the living bone spirit down.
Hoffa, who couldn't do any strenuous exercise, could only clench his teeth and shake his head like a rattle drum. He looked like a delicate girl who was kissed by a perverted man.
Aglaia was very angry. She put down the long bottle with the bone label and began to pinch Hoffa's chin with her hand.
After a long time, Aglaia found that the man was very determined not to take the medicine. She turned to Miranda who was reading the newspaper.
"Are you coming to help?"
"No."
Miranda curled up on the chair, pushed her glasses and flipped through the newspaper.
"Hey!"
"Don't force it if he doesn't want to drink it. The bone is on his body anyway."
Miranda looked like a husband who came home after a busy day at work. He didn't want to answer any of his wife's questions and only wanted to read the newspaper.
"You …"
Aglaia applied force with her fingers. Crack! One of Hoffa's front teeth fell out.
Hoffa, who was grinning, was anxious. "What are you doing? It took me so much effort to grow my teeth!"
Aglaia's fingers trembled. She quickly took back the spoon and said stubbornly, "Is it necessary to cooperate earlier? Look at you. "
"Why don't you try drinking that thing?"
"Okay, okay. It's like glass. If you don't want to drink it, then don't drink it. Look at your teeth. They're so ugly."
Aglaia crossed her arms and muttered a few words.
After a while, she stuffed Hoffa's blanket again and complained in a low voice, "If you can't do it, why do you have to be so stubborn."
Miranda pushed her glasses, curled up on the chair and flipped through a page of the newspaper. She said disdainfully, "Born to be busy."
Suddenly, there was a bell outside the door.
It was the bell to change shifts.
Aglaia and Miranda could only accompany him during the day. At night, he was taken care of by the school doctor and the potions teacher, Horace Slughorn.
They were responsible for applying medicine on Hoffa and performing some restorative surgeries on him.
Aglaia looked outside and said to Miranda, "Let's go."
Okay. "
Miranda put away the newspaper. "See you in the Seventh Greenhouse. Continue from yesterday."
They were also very busy and had to participate in the school's reconstruction mission.
"I want to go too."
Hoffa said, "I'm about to rot in bed."
"Lie down. Don't think you can run around without medicine."
Aglaia glared at him.
Miranda stretched and yawned. She casually walked past Hoffa's bed.
Then, with lightning speed, she suddenly grabbed Hoffa's chin and pinched Hoffa's mouth, making Hoffa's mouth open in the shape of an O.
"Quick!"
Aglaia understood. She quickly grabbed the bottle of nitroglycerin ether and horse urine from the bedside table and stuffed it into Hoffa's mouth.
She gulped down a big mouthful.
Even a man like Hoffa, who had been through hundreds of battles, could not help but widen his eyes in horror at the sudden attack.
After forcing the bottle down, she pulled it out and pulled out a sliver of glistening mucus. The mucus dripped from the corner of Hoffa's mouth.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh."
Hoffa coughed violently and even coughed up tears. He trembled and said in humiliation, "Bastard, bastard! You two, just you wait. "
"Hahaha!" Aglaia laughed proudly.
Miranda teased, "Wait until you're twenty?"
After saying that, the two girls made faces at him and ran out hand in hand, giggling.
"Damn it, damn it."
He covered his throat and coughed. The terrible smell made him want to cry.
But as he coughed, Hoffa's eyes turned to the door. He gradually stopped coughing and sat up slowly with a serious expression.
Standing at the door was not the school doctor, Reiner, or Professor Slughorn, but a bald man in a black robe and a red scarf. There was also a tall man with a brown beard.
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