Inside the dim 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. An inexplicable 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, not its essence. But the cat in front of him was, in essence, a cat.
Why would he mistake a cat for Miranda?
The cat retracted its paw, jumped high, and 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 castle, a dispirited young man followed behind a black and white cat.
They passed through a corridor made of broken 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, nimbly squeezed through the gap, and disappeared into the cabinet.
Hoffa followed behind it, opened the door, and bent down to enter.
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.
The arched hall 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.
The animals stared at Hoffa with fear and horror in their eyes.
This scene was so impactful that Hoffa forgot to breathe for a moment.
What the hell is this place?
At this moment, a crisp 'dong dong' 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 long black robe appeared. He was tall and burly, and he had a group of house elves with him. It turned out to be 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.
When the animals saw the house elves, they returned to their normal state of chattering. 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 mixed in with them and helped to feed. He also stroked the animal's head.
Such an absurd and strange scene made Huo Fa's scalp tingle. Only then did he remember that when he first met Jacob Bohan, his house was full of cats and dogs.
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 thought of 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 discovery made his arms tremble.
How could this be?
This was almost a murder.
He trembled and 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 must 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 shaking. He repeatedly warned himself that this cat was not Miranda. But he thought of Aglaia who was turned into a rabbit during the summer vacation.
At that time, he couldn't completely remove the transformation.
And this time …
He pinched himself hard.
To stop himself from shaking.
He had to get out of 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 came 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 step back, 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 Zizi long 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 didn't know what the other party was up to, but he had no choice.
The two sat down, and the black and white cat jumped on the table, staring at the wizard with Hoffa 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 a casual chat, I'm quite curious about you." The man stared at Hoffa without blinking. "I heard you went to see 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 if he had been struck by lightning. He saw the man leaning against the chair with his arms crossed, looking at him mockingly.
"He's not a good teacher, Hoffa. Abusi Dumbledore will become an excellent leader, the leader of a 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 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: "Because I didn't meet your requirements."
"Haha, I see."
His expression suddenly turned from dangerous to friendly.
"Actually, that's not it. I never thought of not teaching you. You met my requirements two years ago.
I just thought that you might need some training before you can match the ability to cast spells without a staff.
Previously, you relied too much on Dumbledore, and you relied too much on the 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 honed."
"Is that so?" The fork was bent into three pieces by Hoffa's fingertips. 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 your teacher."
Hoffa looked at him with an extremely pale face and did not 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 a spell. 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, he might take a long time to win her heart. If he's unlucky, he might work hard for many years but get nothing.
As for 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's okay to 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 trash mountain flowed like a river. The thousand-year accumulation of forbidden items seemed to have a life of their own. They separated and recombined from each other, from a completely disorderly state, layer by layer, forming towering corridors. These corridors intersected with each other, forming a skyscraper that resembled a city.
Hoffa looked at the thousand-year trash flying in the air. The old potion bottles, the rusted swords, and the Frisbee.
The man was like a magnet, attracting different things to dance around him. What a powerful mental force field.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. 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 mental 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 his first year.
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 the attitude of changing the world one hundred percent, and you can mobilize the power of this world like an arm."
Hoffa clenched his fists under the table.
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