"Uh …"
Yinduo was stunned for a moment before he tossed the poker cards aside and laughed out loud in an experienced manner.
"Hey, hey, you guys go ahead. I drank too much butter beer and need to go to the bathroom."
"Hey, are you serious?"
"Wow, you want to go to the bathroom after winning money?"
"I have to go to the bathroom, bro."
After saying that, Indor squeezed out of the crowd with an invisible thing in his hand. Then, amidst his gambler friend's coarse urging, he smilingly walked to the toilet. When he passed by the stairs, he abruptly turned and ran upstairs like the wind, dragging the invisible Huo Fa with him.
"You're so fast. My luck is so good."
Hoffa didn't answer. His head was getting more and more uncomfortable, and he didn't know what was going on. He could only let Indor drag him.
When Indor opened the door, the pain in his head reached its peak.
Hoffa suddenly fell to the ground with a pale face, and he was forced out of the stealth state.
Indor didn't expect this to happen. He turned around and saw Hoffa on the ground and panicked.
"Hey, kid, are you okay?"
At this moment, Hoffa's vision was pitch black. He felt that the ends of his limbs were cold, and his head was so painful that it felt like it was being torn apart.
"… I feel terrible."
Yin Duo stretched out his hand to touch Huo Fa's forehead and said in exasperation, "Stupid brat, have you been using the Illusory Body Spell all this while?"
"What else?"
"You overused your magic power, damn it! Didn't anyone teach you that? "
Hoffa finally realized that the illusion spell wasn't a foolproof ability, and it wasn't an invisibility cloak. Like other spells, it also consumed the wizard's physical and mental strength. He had been so immersed in the excitement of being able to become invisible that he had forgotten the fact that he did not have much mana left.
It was very dangerous for him to be in this state.
"Help me up."
Hoffa closed his eyes and whispered.
Indor hurriedly helped Hoffa to the recliner and ran downstairs. After a while, he came back up. Holding two large cups in his hands, he brought the cups to Hoffa's mouth and fed Hoffa some hot butter beer.
The slight bitterness of the beer mixed with the sweetness of the butter slid from the mouth into the stomach.
Only then did Hoffa feel that he had recovered some of his energy.
After a while, the world in front of him barely regained its color.
Hoffa lay limply on the recliner, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Indor mumbled in a low voice, "You're really something. You learned the Illusion Spell so quickly. You know, some people can't learn it in their entire lives."
"Shut up, gambler," Hoffa said weakly. "I need some peace and quiet."
Indor was quiet for a while, then said anxiously, "I thought you'd come at least at night. I didn't expect you to come so soon."
"I don't want to add the crime of loitering in the middle of the night on top of the crime of sneaking out of the school," Hoffa scolded impatiently, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't tell me you want to scam me for money again."
"No, I'm not short of money right now."
"Then why did you come to me all of a sudden?"
The fairy didn't say anything. He walked to the window of the room, looked out cautiously, and closed the shutters.
"What happened?" Hoffa rubbed his temples and asked. He was quite tired from the exhaustion of his magic power.
After pulling up the curtains, the fairy snapped his fingers and blocked all the sounds from the outside world with magic. The room instantly quieted down.
"Hoffa, you have to help me. My hometown is about to fall."
"What?" Hoffa's eyes widened. "Your hometown isn't Germany or something."
"Germany's Heligoland Island." As he spoke, the fairy raised his head and took a big gulp of beer. "A very beautiful island. Unfortunately, we can't hold on much longer."
His ears drooped.
"What's going on?" Hoffa frowned. "Speak slowly."
"How much do you know about the war between wizards?" The fairy didn't answer directly but asked a question instead.
Hoffa said solemnly, "Not much. Go on."
Indor: "Wizards are born from Muggles, but they're still human in nature. Wizards always participate in the large-scale wars between Muggles, and wizards are more likely to have conflicts than Muggles. Different schools, different ideologies, different beliefs. Sometimes, a small spark is enough to ignite a conflict between wizards.
Most of the time, the wars between Muggles are just illusions of the wizard wars.
Heligoland Island was originally a territory of Germany. It was occupied by British wizards in 1807 and ceded to Britain in 1814. At that time, British wizards dominated the island. My family immigrated to Heligoland Island in that era.
In essence, I'm actually a British fairy.
But in 1890, Britain returned the island to the German Muggles, but not to the German wizards. The British Ministry of Magic still refused to allow German wizards to land on Heligoland Island.
But in 1914, World War I broke out. There was a war between wizards there. Even after World War I, Heligoland Island was never peaceful again. There were constant conflicts between wizards, fights, and deaths. "
"But what does that have to do with you coming to me now?" Hoffa listened patiently and asked softly.
"Don't you understand? The war is about to start again. A large number of German wizards are secretly gathering, and the whole of Europe is like a powder keg that's about to explode. The first to bear the brunt of the war are these territories. We need a large number of wizards to withstand this fierce attack. "
"Then shouldn't you go to the Ministry of Magic?" Hoffa asked.
"Ministry of Magic?" Indor laughed sarcastically. "Those drunkards don't believe in the possibility of a world war breaking out again. They're the same as Gringotts, thinking about Gold Galleon every day."
"You're f * cking kidding me. I just saw the Ministry of Magic's arrest warrant outside," Hoffa said.
Indor waved his hand in annoyance. "That was posted by the Defense Against Dark Magic Department. The International Affairs Department doesn't think so. The head of the Ministry of Magic, Hector Foley, has already fired a department head because of this. What do you want me to do?"
Hoffa didn't say anything. History was always shockingly similar.
In his previous life, the British politicians only saw the inevitability of war when Chamberlain stepped down and Churchill took over. In the future, when Lord Voldemort was reborn, the Ministry of Magic also didn't believe in the possibility of war breaking out again. They even carved 'I cannot lie' on Harry's arm.
Indor took a step forward and grabbed Hoffa's shoulder.
"My only hope is to find the headmaster of Hogwarts, the Dippet. He has always been very supportive of us. Most of the wizards stationed in Hogwarts are his students."
Hoffa was shocked. "Wait, you're saying that Hogwarts has always been supporting you?"
"That's right. We fairies are in charge of preparing the funds, and Hogwarts is in charge of recruiting wizards for us. This tradition has been going on for more than 20 years."
Hoffa didn't say anything. He stood up and paced around the room.
The words Headmaster Amando said at the beginning of the school term seemed to have a deeper meaning.
(Students of sixth grade and above can go to a special area to undergo Aura training after obtaining approval.)
It seemed that sending students to those special areas wasn't as simple as the Aura training. These people were training the wizards as soldiers.
Interesting. Hogwarts had always been a hawk when it came to war. Be it this time, or the Lord Voldemort War.
So why did Indor come to find him this time?
Hoffa had already guessed the answer. He thought of the scene he saw in the hunting ground after his flying lesson — Hogwarts' teleportation circle was destroyed.
Huo Fa, who was swaying back and forth, stood still and looked at Yin Duo with bright eyes.
"Is it because the school hasn't sent anyone there for a while?"
"That's right."
Indor quickly stood up. "Do you know something?"
Hoffa said in a serious tone, "The school's teleportation circle to the outside world was destroyed. I have some guesses. I'm afraid that someone is interfering with your cooperation with Hogwarts. But it's just a guess. You shouldn't have come to me for this kind of thing. I'm just a first grade student. Why don't you go and find him? "
"I did!"
Indor said in annoyance. "I did, but I suddenly couldn't contact anyone in Hogwarts. I can't Mirage to Hogwarts. There are too many protective spells there. I can only come here to find you. "
"What about Dumbledore? Have you looked for Dumbledore?" Hoffa first thought of Dumbledore.
But unexpectedly, when Indo heard Dumbledore's name, he immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"Abusi Dumbledore?
"I didn't look for him. Although I know him, I don't really trust him. The relationship between him and the Dark Wizard Gellert Grindelwald was ambiguous. Grindelwald is now in Germany. I won't look for him. "
Hoffa frowned and slowly sat down. He tapped his fingers on the table. This was the key factor that he had neglected.
Grindelwald, Dumbledore's lifelong friend and lover.
Before the Dark Lord Tom Riddle grew up, this person was one of the most terrifying dark wizards in this era. He could be said to be the first Dark Lord.
Moreover, he had the old wand, one of the three Holy Artifacts of Death. His strength was not to be underestimated. Indor did not trust Dumbledore for a reason.
After thinking for a moment, Hoffa asked, "Then why did you ask me to come here?"
Indor immediately said, "Take me to Hogwarts Castle. I must see Principal Dippet Amando."
Hoffa was shocked. He could not help but ask again.
"What did you say?"
"Take me to the school to see Principal Dippet."
"Me? Take you to the school to see the principal?! "
Hoffa pointed at his nose and asked word by word with wide eyes.
Indor: "Yes."
"Goodbye."
Hoffa turned around and walked out.
He did not expect the fairy to make such a request. Take someone into the castle without permission? Furthermore, he was only in his first year. Just thinking about it, this kind of thing was impossible! Hogwarts was a completely closed school. Students who entered and left Hogsmeade had to have their guardian's signature. 50 years later, Dumbledore could not even be the principal, let alone Dippet.
Indor quickly pulled Hoffa back. "Hey, don't go!"
Hoffa was angry.
"Do you know how strict our school rules are? Do you know how much risk I took by coming out to see you?
Now you want me to take you to see Dippet? Are you crazy? I'm only in my first year, I'm nothing.
If they ask me where I met you, how am I going to explain it? Maybe if I send you to Hogwarts to find Dippet now, I'll be expelled tomorrow. Those people will break my wand, and then I'll be homeless in London. "
"That's just your imagination, your guess!" Indor was anxious.
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