In the gloomy Room of All Requests, a man and a cat looked at each other.
This was the third time Hoffa saw this strange cat. The first time was in the bathroom, the second time was in the resting room. This time, it was in the Room of All Requests.
He didn't think it was a coincidence anymore. He stood in place and looked at the cat. The cat also tilted its head and looked at Hoffa.
Hoffa slowly squatted down. The black and white cat raised its paw. Hoffa reached out his hand. The cat put its paw on his hand and then rubbed its furry head on his palm.
He felt a trace of warmth.
This was a rational, independent, and gentle creature. It was also the only creature that was willing to get close to him.
But, he looked at the cat's maroon eyes. A strange sense of familiarity surged in his heart.
"Miranda …?"
He called out softly.
Then he was shocked by his own soft call. He was proficient in shapeshifting. Of course, he knew if the cat in front of him was a real cat.
This wasn't an Animagus. Animagus only changed the structure of a creature and didn't change its nature. But the cat in front of him was a cat.
Why would he mistake a cat for Miranda?
The cat retracted its paw and jumped high. It started to walk quickly on the abandoned garbage.
Hoffa followed behind it without hesitation. Every time they turned a corner, the black and white cat would stop and wait for Hoffa for a moment.
In the old castle, a dispirited young man followed behind a black and white cat.
They passed through a corridor made of old furniture, climbed over a small hill made of thousands of dried magic potion bottles, and walked past a graveyard made of rusty swords and axes.
Finally, they came to a corner formed by a broken cabinet and a tall mountain troll specimen.
The black and white cat glanced at him and nimbly squeezed through the gap, disappearing into the cabinet.
Hoffa followed behind it, opened the door, bent down and went in.
Even though he was disappointed, depressed, and dispirited. But when he looked through the cabinet, he was still deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.
In the arched hall that was a hundred meters tall, surrounded by all kinds of garbage, there was an empty space of almost a hundred square meters.
In the open space, all kinds of animals were squeezing and squeezing, making strange cries.
Voles, Tasmanian devils, cobras, parrots, horses, goats, golden monkeys …
There were all kinds of animals, and there were almost a hundred of them.
Reasonable, unreasonable, tropical, frigid, all kinds of animals were here. It was as if a large zoo had been moved here.
The black and white cat jumped twice in a row and squatted on his shoulder. It meowed softly, as if it was sighing.
One of the field mice noticed Huo Fa and let out a cry of fear. It was as if someone had pressed the OFF button on the volume, and the entire hall fell silent.
Those animals stared straight at Huo Fa, their eyes filled with fear and terror.
This scene was so impactful that Hoffa forgot to breathe for a moment.
What the hell is this place?
At this moment, a crisp sound came from afar.
Hoffa was shocked and hid behind the Roman pillar with the black and white cat.
The door opened.
A wizard in a black robe appeared with a group of house-elves. It was his own transformation class teacher, Jacob Bohan.
The house elves followed behind him, each with a wooden basket on top of their head, filled with all kinds of food.
Some of the animals saw the house elves and returned to their normal state of chirping. They rushed up one by one and surrounded the house elves.
The house elves took down the basket and fed them one by one. Jacob Bohan was among them, helping to feed.
Such an absurd and strange scene made Hoffa's scalp tingle. He remembered that when he first met Jacob Bohan, his room was full of animals.
The cat on his shoulder let out a low cry, and the sound was very suppressed.
Hoffa picked up the cat again and checked it again. It was a female cat. And it resisted Hoffa's action of checking its gender.
This seemingly cute action magnified Hoffa's fear again. He remembered the missing student outside and his missing roommate.
A sense of confusion welled up in his heart, and it was accompanied by extreme anger.
If this cat was Miranda, and he was powerless to change her back, or Miranda had essentially become a cat …
This thought made his arm tremble.
How could this be?
This was almost a murder.
He trembled as he touched the cat's fur with his hand, almost unable to stand still.
He didn't know what kind of transformation magic was needed to do this, but the only possibility was the murderer. It had to be Jacob Bohan in front of him. The man he didn't know at all.
Calm down …
Calm down …
Hoffa took two deep breaths, and the arm holding the cat couldn't stop trembling. He repeatedly warned himself that this cat was not Miranda.
But he thought of the summer vacation, when Aglaia was turned into a rabbit.
At that time, he couldn't completely remove the transformation.
And this time …
He pinched himself hard.
To stop himself from trembling.
He had to leave here and tell others what happened here.
.....
"Yo, you're here."
As soon as he took a step forward, the soft voice beside him made Hoffa feel like he had fallen into hell. He turned his head mechanically.
Jacob Bohan had come to his side at some point and greeted him with a smile. His state was as calm as a neighbor feeding pigeons in the square.
Ha!!
The cat on Hoffa's shoulder arched its back, and its fur stood on end.
It was exactly the same as a real cat when it was frightened.
Hoffa took a step back, then another, and leaned against the wall. Cold sweat dripped down:
"What are these?"
"Animals, do you like them?" Jacob smiled.
"Animals?"
Hoffa suppressed: "There are so many missing students outside, and you're feeding so many animals here, does Dumbledore know what you're doing?"
Jacob Bohan patted Hoffa's shoulder. He shook his head again. Showing a very troubled expression, he sighed.
"I know what you're thinking, but this is a very serious accusation, Hoffa, I'm just taking care of them."
With that, he snapped his fingers.
The whole Answer All Requests house seemed to come alive.
A broken table flew out of the piles of garbage. The table flew to the ground, and then a few broken chairs, cups, and tablecloths flew out of the furniture.
The cups and tablecloths flew in front of the house elves. The house elves sat together with the animals, took out paper towels one by one, wiped the dirty cups and plates clean, and put them on the table.
Their movements were neat and uniform, full of rhythm and beauty. It was like a rich assembly line in a factory, without self-awareness.
Not long after, a long Zizi table that had been wiped clean appeared in front of Hoffa and Jacob.
Jacob Bohan took a step back, pulled out the table and chair, and motioned for Hoffa to sit down.
Hoffa had no idea what the other party was up to, but he had no choice.
The two sat down, and the black and white cat jumped onto the table. Together with Hoffa, they stared at the male wizard without blinking.
A group of house elves cleverly put some food in front of Hoffa.
Jacob said with some heartache, "Eat a little, look at how thin you are. You can compete with Fatir. "
Hoffa picked up his fork. He pretended to be calm, but the slightly trembling fork betrayed his inner uneasiness.
"Don't be so nervous, I won't eat you."
Jacob waved his hand. "By the way, you came to me before and said you wanted to learn how to cast spells without a staff, right?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you come to me after that? I didn't see you say anything to me in class. Is it because of the conflict with Sherlock? "
Hoffa used the fork to fork the bread, but the fork broke the plate. He couldn't control his strength.
"What does it have to do with these animals?" Hoffa asked.
"Oh, just chatting, I'm quite curious about you."
The man stared at Hoffa without blinking.
"I heard you went to look for Dumbledore last night?"
"How did you know?"
"Of course I know. Dumbledore can't teach you how to cast spells without a staff. He will only use you when he needs you, right?"
Hoffa looked up as though he had been struck by lightning. He saw the man leaning against the chair with his arms crossed and looking at him mockingly.
"He's not a good teacher, Hoffa. Abusi Dumbledore will become an excellent leader, a leader of the pride.
But he's definitely not an excellent teacher. An excellent teacher should put his student's feelings first. "
The air gradually quieted down, and some unknown emotions began to ferment. Hoffa straightened his back, his body as tense as a statue.
The male wizard in the black robe tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
"Why didn't you come to me afterward?"
Hoffa said, "Because I didn't meet your requirements."
"Haha, I see."
His expression suddenly turned from dangerous to friendly.
"Actually, it's not like that. I never thought of not teaching you. You met my requirements two years ago.
I just thought that you might need some training to be worthy of the ability to cast spells without a staff.
Previously, you relied too much on Dumbledore and this school. How can a Ravenclaw who relies on Gryffindor cast spells without a staff? I can't think of an answer. "
After a pause, he crossed his fingers.
"But now, I think you've been through enough training."
"Is that so?" Hoffa's fingertips bent the fork into three pieces. He looked at the black and white cat on the table. "What did you do to my friend?"
"Can you let me finish class, Hoffa?"
Jacob raised a finger, and the fork that Hoffa had bent into three pieces returned to normal.
"You still have to maintain a minimum of respect for teachers."
Hoffa looked at him with an extremely pale face and forced himself not to speak.
"Do you want to learn how to cast spells without a staff?"
The man asked, "Do you want to be truly independent?"
"Yes." Hoffa's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Very good."
The man began to speak with assurance, ignoring Hoffa's murderous gaze.
"Casting spells without a staff and casting spells with a staff are two different systems. Casting spells with a staff is using a staff to deal with magic spells. I call it a rational process. It's syllables, actions, and strong control.
This kind of control seems to be doing something actively, but in fact, it's passively accepting the rules of magic. It's like a clumsy boy pursuing an arrogant girl. If he's lucky, it may take him a long time to win her heart. If he's unlucky, he may work hard for many years but get nothing.
"Casting spells without a staff, I prefer to call it a sensual process. Touching magic, understanding magic, and embracing and kissing magic. If possible, it doesn't matter if you fall in love with it.
Attracting magic to bloom for you is more useful than any rigid rational learning. If magic is willing to be with you, willing to do anything for you, then you don't need that meaningless process of control. "
As he spoke, the surrounding mountains of trash flowed like rivers, as if they had a life of their own. They separated and recombined from each other, from a completely disorderly state, layer upon layer, forming towering corridors. These corridors intersected with each other, forming skyscrapers that resembled a city.
Hoffa looked at the thousand-year-old trash flying in the air, the broken magic potion bottles, the rusted swords, and the Frisbee.
The man was like a magnet, attracting different things to dance around him. What a powerful spiritual force field.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he understood why the man had said those words to him.
He was probably the only one in the entire school who could understand what he was saying. Because his Grasp of Shattering also attracted elements to change for him, using his spiritual force field to change the environment.
It turned out that there was only a thin layer of paper separating him from casting spells without a staff. He had already learned how to cast spells without a staff from a teacher in the first grade.
And this teacher, whom he had never met before, was now sitting in front of him.
"How did you do it?" Hoffa asked with his eyes closed.
"Faith."
The man raised a finger.
"Live in this world with an attitude of one hundred percent changing the world, and you can mobilize the power of this world like an arm."
Hoffa clenched his fists under the table.
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