Aglaia was shocked and angered by the sudden disappearance of her friends. She was silent for about thirty seconds. Finally, she walked over and grabbed Fatir's collar.
"Hey, say something! What's going on? "
"Spiritual Dreamscape."
Fatir pried her daughter's fingers away. "We were under the influence of a wizard's spiritual force field just now. I'm afraid that the others in the team have been assimilated by his spirit. "
"What do you mean?"
"When a wizard's spirit reaches a certain level, it can affect the surrounding environment. It can even synchronize your thoughts with it."
Fatir looked at the castle on the other side of the lake and muttered, "There are not many who have this kind of power."
Spiritual Dreamscape …
Aglaia suddenly remembered that she was turned into a rabbit during the summer vacation. Now, all her classmates were turned into animals.
Transfiguration, dragon …
She seemed to have vaguely felt something, but this feeling was very vague and not real at all.
After thinking for a moment, she asked, "What is this guy trying to do? Why did he take the students and the dragon away?"
"You're asking me how I would know? Am I that person?"
After saying that coldly, Fatir walked to the side of the fire and quickly packed up her equipment and luggage. She looked like she was ready to go.
"What are you going to do?" Aglaia asked.
"I want to find those students immediately." Fatir did not even raise her head. "This is my responsibility."
"Take me with you." Aglaia said immediately.
Fatir who was packing her equipment was stunned. He raised his head and looked at Aglaia. He saw that she was serious.
He shook his head. "Leave here first. This is not something you can get involved in. "
"If I leave here, where will I go? School? "
"Home. Aglaia, home. "
Fatir looked at the darkness around her and said firmly, "Let your mother send you to America. Don't ever come back to Europe."
"You can give up on that idea."
Aglaia refused without thinking.
Fatir stared at her and said, "Listen to me. Don't be so stubborn. You're just a kid. You can't get involved in this."
Children …
Aglaia was stunned. The veins on the back of his clenched fists suddenly popped out. A hint of sarcasm appeared on her face.
"Do you think that the tragedy of sending me to a so-called safe place while you do the dangerous things here makes you feel good?"
Fatir was slightly stunned.
Aglaia: "You've been teaching in Hogwarts for two months and you haven't said a single word to me. Now all my friends have been taken away. But now you're pretending to be a good father. What on earth are you thinking? "
Fatir stood there silently.
"Oh, I understand."
Aglaia crossed her arms and said sarcastically, "You usually don't talk to me much because you're afraid of causing dissatisfaction with other students. You're afraid that your ideal stability will be destroyed, right?"
Fatir rubbed her temples, took a deep breath, and then sighed.
"You're a very smart witch, but now Europe isn't suitable for you. In such a war-torn place, your little cleverness won't be of any use at all. Listen to me and go home. Let your mother send you to North America … "
"I'll remind you once."
Aglaia directly interrupted Fatir, "I've only met you twice. At most, we've only known each other for two months. We haven't spoken more than thirty words in our lives.
"So …"
The girl narrowed her eyes.
"Don't tell me what to do with my life. I know how to live it."
The forest was dark. Under some empty trees, there would be water droplets dripping down. It was cold to the neck.
The two people in the forest were in a standoff. This was the first time in two months that they faced their closest relatives. But they found that neither of them could convince the other.
After a while, Fatir muttered, "You're really like your mother …"
"Don't play the emotional card with me."
Aglaia interrupted her father again.
"My idea is to write to the Ministry of Magic or the school first. I think there must be a conspiracy behind the fire dragon and the students' disappearance. We need backup."
"No."
Fatir decisively refused, "There's no one I trust outside. Not a single one."
"Unreasonable. I can't even write to my mother?"
"No, she has nothing to do with this. Don't drag her into this."
Aglaia: "Then what's your plan?"
"There's no plan. I'll look for him. Although that guy affected your mind, I also left a beacon on him when we fought. He can't escape my tracking."
"Really?"
"You can choose not to believe it."
Aglaia pursed her lips, "You make it sound like a plan. But if you don't find help, what if you can't beat him? There's only the two of us. "
Fatir: "When a wizard's mind power reaches such an extreme level, his physical body will be extremely weak. This is the way of the heavens. As long as we find his physical body and destroy it, this mind power will naturally collapse. "
.....
.....
At this moment, in the castle, Hoffa sat in the middle of the messy hall. He looked at the flickering green flame above his head. His golden eyes were as dull as dust.
Beside him, countless men and women were dancing and dancing. It was a party for young people. The noise was loud and ear-piercing.
He did not like this kind of indulgent entertainment. This kind of entertainment made him stressed and tired.
An unknown Gryffindor girl squeezed to his side and handed a glass of oak wine to Hoffa, "Do you want to dance?"
Hoffa frowned in disgust. He took the wine and drank it with a stiff smile. This smile was like a mask on his face, hard and fragile.
"No, I have a dance partner," he said.
"Eh, where is she?" The girl asked.
"She went to the washroom."
Hoffa declined, "She'll be back in a while."
"Tsk." The girl curled her lips and stood up to leave.
After a while, another girl of similar age sat down and asked him, "Do you want to dance …?"
Before Hoffa could answer, William leaned over and leaned on the girl's shoulder, "Brother … don't be like this. When it's time to relax, relax. Don't be too restrained. The principal and the others are not here today … burp … "
He did not know if his Halloween makeup was washed off or licked off. He looked neither human nor ghost.
Hoffa's face was cold, "You're having fun."
William was stunned, "Why don't you let yourself have fun?"
This sentence was too much for Hoffa. He pushed William and the girl away and quickly walked out of the hall under the confused gazes of the fanatics.
After walking out of the hall, the smile on his face quickly turned to exhaustion.
He thought that he could use the contraction of his facial muscles to change his emotions so that he could blend in with the revelry of the students around him.
But it was futile.
Under the mask, he felt a piercing loneliness.
Loneliness in the crowd.
He could not help but wonder if this school was what he had imagined it to be.
He even doubted if everything he had done for this school was worth it.
Why was it that after getting used to the magical magic, this school was not much different from an ordinary European high school?
He really wanted to find a place to read in peace. He really wanted to chat with Miranda. He even began to miss the days when he went on adventures with Aglaia.
Although Aglaia loved to mess with him and create a lot of trouble for him out of thin air, he would rather go back to the first grade and fight with her in the magic potions classroom.
The brazier on the wall made his face flicker, and his shadow was elongated on the wall behind him. After walking to about the seventh floor, his depressed mood improved a little.
Just then, a faint whisper came from beside his ear.
"Hmph, you think too highly of yourself …"
"Who's talking?"
Huo Fa was startled and looked around, but he didn't hear anything. After the noblewomen in the oil paintings noticed his gaze, they all shut their mouths and looked at him curiously.
He did not know if it was because he drank too much in the hall, but the corridor and magic stairs in front of him rippled like water. Some gorgeous colors flowed on the stairs, like a kaleidoscope, it was beautiful.
Hoffa rubbed his eyes, and the ripples slowly disappeared. He hurriedly checked his spiritual sea. Everything was normal, and no strange faces appeared.
"Did I drink too much …"
Hoffa muttered, "These damned people."
Then, under the whispers of the oil paintings, he walked onto the narrow bridge and came in front of Ravenclaw's Eagle Ring. Eagle Ring opened its wings:
More important than life
More terrifying than death
The poor abandon
The rich always pursue
The miser is willing to give
The spendthrift wants to keep
.....
After Eagle Ring finished the riddle, it began to wait in place.
Hoffa was stumped by this question. Eagle Ring had never asked such a difficult question. Generally speaking, the more unpopular Eagle Ring was, the harder the question would be. Could it be that Eagle Ring did not welcome him at all …
He rubbed his head and walked around on the narrow bridge, trying to figure out the answer to the riddle.
More important than life
More terrifying than death
The poor abandon
The rich always pursue
The miser is willing to give
The spendthrift wants to keep
.....
What the hell, what kind of riddle was this? He could not figure it out at all.
He thought to himself, if only Aglaia was by his side right now. She had never been stumped by any riddle.
Just as he was puzzling over it, a faint voice came from beside him. "What's wrong with you? I can feel that you're conflicted. "
Hoffa turned around and saw a young man about his size standing behind him. He had the same Ravenclaw's blue robe, black hair, and black eyes. His appearance was ordinary.
"You can't figure out Eagle Ring's riddle?"
The strange young man asked.
Hoffa looked at him and thought for a long time, but he realized that he had never seen him before. Ravenclaw had very few people to begin with. If he had seen him before, he should have some impression of him.
"I can't figure it out."
Hoffa shook his head. "How would you know?"
"I don't know. I've always been stupid."
The young man said softly, "But speaking of which, I prefer to attend the party downstairs. It makes me happier."
"Oh, I see. Then you have fun. "
Hoffa turned his head and continued to look at Eagle Ring, trying to figure out the answer to the riddle.
But the young man did not give up and stuck close to him. He tilted his head and asked, "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do I like to hang out with them, but you don't?"
"I didn't say I didn't like it."
Hoffa said perfunctorily, "I'm going back to the dorm to get something."
"Are you going to lie to yourself?"
The young man said with a grin.
Hoffa suddenly turned his head and stared at him. No matter how he looked at him, he felt that this guy was familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. But when he thought about it seriously, he could not remember.
"Who are you?" Hoffa asked. "I've never seen you in school."
"Oh, I'm Jorgen Fall."
The young man smiled and extended his hand.
What the hell is this name? It's stupid and weird. Hoffa thought. He did not intend to shake hands with this strange guy. He just wanted to go back to the common room.
"Why don't you shake hands with me?"
The young man asked seriously.
Huo Fa furrowed his brows. He had never seen such a blind person before. Can't he see that I'm not in the mood to talk to him?
Seeing the young man's hand hanging in the air, out of politeness, Hoffa suppressed his displeasure and shook his hand impatiently.
But when he wanted to pull his hand back, he found that it was like his hand was trapped by an iron clamp. He tried to pull his hand again, but it did not budge. His eyes suddenly became serious. He knew how strong he was. Even an adult Hercules would not be able to pull him to death like this. This was definitely not normal.
The young man stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "I know what you're thinking. Do you think that those people did not follow the rules?"
Then, he moved his head away from Hoffa's and stared at him.
"What does what I think have to do with you?" Hoffa was getting more and more annoyed.
"Of course it has to do with me." The young man said, "You're the spiritual support of us normal students. So I'll give you three minutes. In three minutes, go down and play with your classmates."
Huo Fa was shocked, but soon after, a wave of repressed hostility rose up in him.
"Let go," he said.
The young man said, "Go down."
Hoffa said, "What if I say no?"
The young man raised his left hand and raised three fingers, "This is for your own good."
Hoffa said, "Are you crazy?"
The young man raised two fingers. "That's the only thing you're right about. The answer is yes."
Hoffa's face was completely gloomy. It was bad enough that he did not fit in with the others in the hall, but now he had to run into this strange guy when he wanted to go back to the common room.
The young man said, "Why are you pretending to be different from others? You'll suffer."
Hoffa said, "I won't say it a third time. Get lost."
The young man tilted his head slightly. "It seems that we can't communicate with words."
As soon as he said that, the young man's face became ruthless. His expression was exactly the same as when Hoffa beat up his boss in Saint-Mango Hospital.
He grabbed Hoffa's right arm and smashed him into the narrow bridge. The force was so enormous that Hoffa felt that he was bitten by an adult fire dragon. He was thrown high into the air like a yo-yo, swung across the bridge, and fell straight down.
He was greatly shocked, because the moment the young man attacked, he completely lost control of his magic and could not use any of his abilities. He could not use Ghost Walk, Human Transformation, or Animated State.
The sense of weightlessness hit him. He was like a muggle falling from a tall building. The wind was roaring in his ears, and his heart was filled with the fear of death. Everything was so real.
But the second before he hit the ground, he woke up in a cold sweat.
His heart was pounding like a drum, and his chest was heaving violently. The secretion of adrenaline made his lips dry.
It turned out to be a nightmare. He did not even know when he entered the dream.
Next to him was still the noisy hall and the messy banquet. He seemed to have walked far away, but in fact, he had never left the hall and had been sitting there the whole time.
There was still a wine glass in front of him, and a Gryffindor girl put her hand on his shoulder and asked with a smile, "Hey, do you want to dance?"
Her voice was distant. Hoffa snatched the wine glass from the girl's hand and raised his head to drink. More than half of the wine was spilled, and he did not taste it at all.
The girl thought that he had agreed to the dance request, so she pulled his arm with a smile and pulled him to the center of the hall.
The people around began to cheer and applaud.
But after a few steps, Huo Fa stepped on a puddle of wine and fell to the ground, smashing a row of bowls and plates. He was in a sorry state.
The surrounding students exclaimed, and then the exclamations turned into laughter.
"Bach drank too much."
"Hey, Hoffa, get up."
"Bro, don't be so useless, haha."
The boys and girls stepped forward and tried to pull him up in a flurry.
As soon as he stood up, he had a tendency to slide down again.
A huge and boundless sense of fear drowned him. It was the fear of his spirit dying, the fear of losing himself. This fear made him almost unable to stand.
He pushed away the palms beside him and scrambled out of the hall, running to Dumbledore's office.
"Hey, where are you going?" William shouted from behind him.
"Let's go together later."
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