He did not hesitate to enter the state of meditation. At this moment, his sea of consciousness had turned into a colorful ocean, an ocean composed of countless faces of various colors.
They roared madly in Hoffa's spiritual world, wailing, and twisting in anger.
His self-consciousness had completely become an island in the ocean.
This scene almost made him faint.
Last time, he was swallowed by this inexplicable will, and when he quarreled with Aglaia, he was aware of it.
But this time, he was almost unknowingly swallowed by this will, and the cause was almost unknown.
There was no doubt that if the smoking teenager did not pull him back, he would have lost his self-consciousness and become a walking corpse driven by these strange faces.
All the magic in his body, and even his life, was transformed into the electrified magic of the Thunderbird. After a long struggle, he barely cleared his mind of this terrible will.
When he woke up, the sky was completely dark.
The teenager in the checkered shirt was sitting on the table in the carriage, a pile of cigarette butts were scattered on the ground, and the choking smell in the air was almost suffocating.
Hoffa coughed a few times, his face was as white as paper. Although he was grateful that the teenager pulled him back at the last second before he lost his self-consciousness, the smell was really too choking.
"Have you seen Chi Yu?" The teenager flicked the ash and asked.
"Chi Yu?" Hoffa immediately asked, "That egg?"
"Egg? What egg, Chi Yu is Chi Yu. "
"What do you mean, can you explain it clearly?"
"Explain it clearly? I can't explain it clearly. " The thin teenager blew out a mouthful of smoke and blew it on Hoffa's face, "If you insist on explaining, Chi Yu is a kind of spiritual power, a message, a symbol, existing in the world, but without a physical body, long-term contact with it will destroy and assimilate the existence of the self."
Then, he sneered, "You're really something, seeing Chi Yu and not being assimilated, how long have you persisted?"
"What do you mean? I don't quite understand. "Hoffa said," What are you talking about? What is a symbol? "
"There are many kinds of symbols in this world. When the personality of a powerful wizard or a group of wizards spreads to the extreme, it will form a symbol and destroy the other personalities. This symbol would remain even after the death of the Magus. Do you understand? "
Hoffa was completely baffled by what he said. He couldn't understand it at all. After thinking for a long time, he only asked one question:
"Am I sick?"
"You can interpret it that way."
"Then how do you treat this disease?"
"There's no cure."
There was no cure! Hoffa was shocked and speechless for a long time.
Smoking man: "Either you become a symbol yourself, or you become someone else's symbol branch. This is the fate of wizards in this world. No one can escape from it."
The young man took out a lighter and lit up a cigarette. He took a puff and exhaled deeply.
"It's just like how we all have to die. It doesn't matter if we die sooner or later."
He shook his head and shrugged before jumping off the table. "The train has arrived. If you still want to make it to the banquet, hurry up and change your clothes."
After saying that, he walked out of the carriage.
Hoffa got up with a start. "Hey, what's your name?"
But the man didn't answer at all. When Hoffa chased him out of the carriage, he had already disappeared. Only an extinguished cigarette butt was left on the ground.
What a mysterious guy … Hoffa sighed and looked out the window. He thought about the two different times when his consciousness was invaded. He realized that although these times were very subtle, the premise was that the stability of the surrounding environment was destroyed.
The first time it was Hagrid, and this time it was the senior girl named Sherlock. It was as if this mental force was forcing Hoffa to make any changes …
The train had stopped, and the storm had turned into a drizzle. The students got off the train one after another.
No matter what the young man's idiocy and symbols were, he had to get back to Hogwarts as soon as possible. Maybe he could find the answer in the library. Maybe Dumbledore would have a way.
Hoffa looked at his watch and didn't dare to hesitate. He quickly ran back to his original carriage.
When he returned to his original carriage, it was already empty. His luggage and backpack were also gone. Maybe they were taken away by the house elves.
Hoffa looked at the ordinary Muggle clothes he was wearing. If he couldn't change in the carriage, wouldn't it be too abrupt when he went to school? Was he going to wear a shirt while everyone else was wearing a school uniform …?
Just as he was feeling annoyed, a faint reproachful voice came from behind him. "You've been in the toilet for a long time."
He turned around and saw Aglaia in the open carriage door across the corridor. She was wearing a blue and black school uniform. She was sitting on a chair with his clothes in her arms. Her blue eyes were shining in the darkness.
"I thought you fell in the toilet."
After saying that, she handed the clothes over.
She had been waiting for him here for who knew how long. Looking at the school uniform in the corridor, Hoffa felt bad. Just a few hours ago, he had thought of never seeing her again.
He silently took the school uniform, closed the door, and put it on.
After putting it on, he opened the door. "Thank you for your help."
"Thank you Miranda." Aglaia turned her head and said lightly, "She asked me to wait for you here."
"Where's your cousin?" Hoffa asked.
"She left with Miranda."
The two got off the train and came to the school platform.
At this moment, the main group was walking in front and was already far away from them. The rain kept falling from the sky. In the distance, they could see a group of first-year students struggling to hold a ferry ceremony on the turbulent black lake.
Aglaia took out her wand and shook it slightly. Her wand elongated, and the tip spread out and turned into an umbrella.
"Nice Transfiguration," Huo Fa praised from the bottom of his heart.
"It's embarrassing."
Maybe it was because they had waited for a long time, or maybe it was because she was angry at Hoffa for leaving them behind, or maybe it was because the last awkwardness of the summer vacation was not over. In short, she became very quiet.
Hoffa took the umbrella. Although according to their current height, Aglaia was still taller than him by a centimeter, he still took the umbrella. The two of them chased after the main group in front.
The rain hit the umbrella and made a pitter-patter sound, but other than that, there was no other sound. Hoffa was not used to the silence of his noisy companion.
He still remembered that in the first year, this guy would talk for an hour just to show off a magic potion.
"How did you spend the summer vacation after that day?"
Hoffa broke the silence.
"Not much. Eat, get up, sleep."
She said lightly.
"Did your mother make things difficult for you?"
"No, she's my mother." Aglaia said.
Hoffa did not answer. After a moment of silence, he asked directly, "What's wrong with you? It's not like you to be so quiet. "
Aglaia glanced at Hoffa. "Are you like Miranda and don't want me to come to school?"
Hoffa felt like he was struck by lightning. After being seen through, he suddenly realized that this girl was not as carefree as she usually was. He wanted to deny it immediately, but the second he hesitated made Aglaia turn her head.
After that, the two of them did not have any extra conversation. They just walked.
.....
.....
They arrived at the main gate of the school. Here, a group of short first year wizards stood in the rain. Above their heads, there was a transparent shield with a silver phoenix that blocked the rain.
The current dean and vice-principal of Ravenclaw, Dumbledore, was standing on the stone steps, giving a lecture to the group of young wizards before entering the school. He was wearing an exquisite velvet coat, his long robe fluttering slowly in the rain, not getting a single drop of rain on it.
Behind him stood the headmasters of the four major academies.
After walking up the steps, Hoffa saw Aglaia's cousin, the headmaster of Ravenclaw, staring at him and Aglaia, frowning slightly.
He turned his magic wand into an umbrella and handed it back. Aglaia took it, turned around and walked up the stairs without saying a word. She walked past her cousin and disappeared into the castle.
Hoffa was a little uncomfortable. He hesitated for a moment, put some distance between them, and then walked up the stairs. But before entering the corridor, Dumbledore stopped lecturing the freshmen.
"Wait, Bach, I have something to ask you."
Hoffa stood still. "What is it?"
Dumbledore walked to Hoffa's side and bent down. "This year, I hope that after the end of the division ceremony, you will announce the school's new arrangements for this year."
"What …?" When Hoffa heard this, he was shocked.
Dumbledore whispered in his ear. "You have seen the state of the school this year, it's very low. These new students need a little hope, a little encouragement. No one is more suitable than you to give the speech. You know, among these students, many were influenced by you last year. "
Hoffa was speechless for a long time.
Dumbledore patted his shoulder and smiled. "It's okay, don't be nervous. I have already written the script, you just need to read it. Of course, if you want to express yourself, that's also fine."
After saying that, he stuffed a piece of parchment into Hoffa's arms.
Hoffa looked at the parchment with a pale face. The words on it were densely packed like tadpoles, making his scalp numb. He put the parchment into his arms, his heart heavy.
For an introverted and lazy person like him, giving a speech was really asking for his life.
After Dumbledore kept Hoffa by his side, he continued to stand in front of the new students. "… In short, the rules this year are not so strict, but I also hope that, in the few digits of free time, you can find your own sense of belonging in your respective schools …"
Dumbledore talked non-stop. He always liked to talk.
Hoffa stood behind him and silently looked at the group of little radishes in the rain. He thought back to two years ago when he came to the school, the vice-principal Adebe Ghoshak only said one sentence.
(Silence. Whichever school you are assigned to is where you are.)
He couldn't help but laugh, but soon, his smile disappeared. A trace of doubt entered his mind. He looked at the group of little radishes in the rain again.
Something was wrong …
Something was wrong.
One person was missing.
Today was the first day of school. Logically speaking, Hagrid should have reached the age of enrolment and should be standing in the group of new students.
But he didn't see the tall boy. Logically speaking, someone of his size should be very conspicuous.
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