Indor pulled on Hoffa's robe. The weak fire in the tavern's fireplace crackled and the shadows on the wall swayed, forming a strange pattern. The two of them fell into a stalemate.
Finally, Indor let go of his hand and said sadly:
"If that's the case, then you can leave. Just pretend that I don't know you as a friend."
"What do you mean?" Hoffa narrowed his eyes and asked.
"You think of yourself as more important than anything else. Do you know what the situation outside is like?"
"Don't accuse me like that." Hoffa was unhappy. "You can't tell this to any sane student, okay? Also, if you really want to enter the school, why don't you find a senior student? Didn't you say that you had a former partner? "
"Dead! They're all dead! "Indor waved his hand impatiently.
"You're the only Hogwarts student I know. The others are all dead."
Hoffa was shocked.
"Why are you so unlucky?"
"That's enough. Are you willing to help me see the Dippet or not? You already gave me a definite answer." Indor began to pace around the room in annoyance.
"I'm not helping you!?"
Hoffa retorted loudly and angrily. "If I really wanted to leave, I would have already left. Can't you think of a better way? Why do you have to make me choose between being expelled and having a conscience? Are you crazy? "
"Then what do you have in mind?" Indor stopped pacing around and looked at Hoffa worriedly.
"First of all, I can take you to see the Dippet. That's impossible. It's beyond my ability. Give up."
"And then?"
Hoffa took a deep breath. "But I can take you to the entrance of the secret passage. You can enter the school and find the principal yourself. Don't drag a first-year student like me into this."
Indor was overjoyed. "As long as I can enter Hogwarts, I won't say a word about you. I can make an unbreakable oath."
"Stop, stop!" Hoffa raised his hand to interrupt the sprite. "I don't need any bullshit oath, but you definitely can't go in like this."
Indor looked at himself up and down. "What's wrong with me? Should I change into my uniform?"
"Are you stupid? Since you can't contact the Hogwarts, it means that someone must be sabotaging us in the dark. You just swaggered in like that, aren't you afraid of the hidden enemy? "
Indor immediately showed a look of understanding. He snapped his fingers and transformed.
His body quickly shrank and transformed into a badger the size of an arm.
The badger's body was black and white, and it looked like it was wearing a suit. There was also a tuft of yellow hair on its forehead. The most eye-catching one was Indor's badger, which had an earring on its ear.
Indor climbed onto the table and said in a high-pitched voice, "This will do. No one will be able to tell that I'm a sprite anymore."
"There are Animagus among the sprites?" Hoffa was surprised.
Indor shook his head. "Some sprites are naturally good at shapeshifting. A small number of them can even turn into plants and minerals. Don't be jealous. Hurry up and take me away. "
"Wait." Hoffa shook his head. "I'm out of magic now. When I recover, I'll take you to the secret passage."
Indor happily spun around the table.
"I knew I was right about you, Hoffa!"
Hoffa didn't want to talk to him at all. He closed his eyes and rested.
To be honest, he really didn't want to get involved in this matter.
Huo Fa knew better than anyone else how strict Hogwarts was in this era. It wasn't a joke.
Nuttscamander.
Rubehagrid.
These excellent and kind students weren't spared because they violated the school rules. They were all expelled.
The only professor he had a good relationship with was Dumbledore, but the problem was that in this era, Dumbledore wasn't a principal at all. He wasn't even a dean. His reputation in the magic world wasn't as prominent as it would be fifty years later.
If something happened to him, Dumbledore wouldn't be able to protect him at all, and he probably wouldn't come to his rescue.
But Hoffa still chose to agree to Indor's request and took the risk to open the door for him. There were many reasons for this.
But apart from the emotional factor of friendship, Hoffa also agreed to Indor's request for a more important reason.
That was, he didn't want to show his gray and nothingness in front of anyone.
For Hoffa, the boundary between good and evil was blurred. One thought could be good, and the other could be evil. Eastern philosophy taught Hoffa to be moderate and conservative, and occasionally even a little negative. He always felt that it was enough for people to be themselves.
But the Western world in 1938 was very different from the Eastern world 80 years later. People in this era didn't play the game of self-preservation. They didn't play the game of moderation, and they didn't play the game of self-preservation.
They played with ideology and all kinds of unspeakable things. This state even lasted until the end of the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union.
These Westerners valued loyalty, rules, and faith in their bones.
Left or right, what was their last name?
That was more important than their lives. It was the same for Muggles, and it was still the same for wizards. No one knew how many die-hard fans Dumbledore had in the future. But each of them was very clear about their position and rarely wavered.
In this era and on this continent, taking sides was a particularly important thing. Anyone with a little knowledge of history would understand.
Here, Hoffa had to learn to adapt to the environment and learn to take sides. He also had to learn to sacrifice for others.
Leaving Hogsmeade still required him to be invisible. With the help of Milareba's Walker Meditation, Hoffa's magic power quickly recovered.
The consumption of the Phantom Spell was quite astonishing.
His little bit of magic power could only last for about half an hour.
Hoffa had never overused his magic power before, and he didn't know how long it would take to recover after overusing his magic power.
He could only breathe in and out continuously.
Indor didn't disturb Hoffa either. He lay on the table and time passed by just like that.
The sky outside gradually darkened. The streets of Hogsmeade gradually became empty, and there were fewer pedestrians. The students had already returned to Hogwarts.
But Hoffa still didn't wake up.
Suddenly, Indor's badger ears pricked up as if he heard something. He immediately changed back to his original form and quickly walked to the curtain. He opened the curtain a little and looked at the dark night outside the window.
He put down the curtain and looked at Hoffa again. He anxiously walked around the room.
At this moment, a wisp of smoke slowly filled the air. It came out of nowhere and gradually rose up from the streets of Hogsmeade.
It slowly spread into Hoffa's room.
Indor's expression changed. He didn't dare to waste any more time.
He quickly walked over to the bed and shook Hoffa's shoulder with all his might.
He said anxiously, "Wake up, wake up, Hoffa."
Hoffa was awakened by Indor when he was recovering his magic power. He asked unhappily, "What are you doing?"
Indor said somewhat anxiously, "I didn't tell you that a team of German Dark Wizards is following me. I'm afraid they're already nearby."
Hoffa was shocked. "Dark Wizards entering Hogsmeade? Are you kidding me? Aren't they afraid?"
At this time, a trace of milky white smoke drifted in through the window. Hoffa smelled a faint smell of burnt ashes. The fairy covered Hoffa's mouth and nose and said in a low voice with an extremely frightened expression, "Don't breathe. Water, quick!"
As he spoke, he tore off two pieces of the bedsheet and handed them to Hoffa.
Hoffa's expression was solemn. He took out his magic wand and pointed at it.
"Water like a spring."
A clear spring of water gushed out from the wand. Indor wet the pieces of cloth and stuck them on his and Hoffa's faces.
Hoffa asked in a low voice, "How many are there?"
Indor pulled Hoffa to the window and opened the curtain a little.
"Three," he said in a low voice.
"This mist is the poisonous gas of the Poison Sac Leopard. It can cause fatal neurological diseases. Just a little bit of it is enough to collapse an entire village. The only weakness is water."
His words made Hoffa's heart palpitate.
It was completely dark outside.
The dark town had fallen into an eerie silence.
He came to the window and saw that the mist was spreading from the bottom to the top. In the thick mist, three extremely tall figures were walking slowly. They were wearing pointed black hoods and carrying old lanterns in their hands.
They were two blocks away from two brooms.
As a ray of light suddenly lit up, the owl screamed and fled. The post office was blown apart by a spell. Rubble flew everywhere.
German: in
Ort (Right here)
German: dezentrale
Finden (Split up and search)
A strange language came from the mist in the distance. The voice was cold and mechanical. It sounded like a robot giving orders with code.
Hoffa had no idea what these people were talking about. The only thing he knew was that something bad was going to happen.
The residents here did not react at all. There was no sound from the tavern.
On the street, the three figures split up. One of them slowly walked towards the brooms, while the other two went in another direction.
Indor whispered in Hoffa's ear, "Schmidt Rotruff. He's a dangerous dark wizard wanted by the British Ministry of Magic. He's Grindelwald's right-hand man. He's especially good at magical biology. Don't breathe in the mist here. "
Before Hoffa could say anything.
A hooded man stood in front of the two brooms. He held a lantern and checked around.
Leaning against the window, Hoffa saw a big red swastika tattoo on the man's arm.
Hoffa's face was expressionless, but inside, he was anxious and panicked.
Indor was a jinx. He actually lured these people here.
Dark Magi, that was no joke. No one in this world would dare to call themselves a dark wizard if they didn't have some skills.
These three guys had taken care of everyone in Hogsmeade before they even made a move. Their strength was not something a first-year student and a trickster fairy like him could fight against.
"Do you have any ideas?" Indor asked anxiously.
"Can't you use Mirage to teleport away?" Hoffa asked in a low voice.
"No, Mirage is too obvious. The three of them will definitely notice it," Indor said in a low voice. I came here by boat. I don't dare to use Mirage. Because they will follow the magic waves. Once you're discovered, you won't be able to escape. "
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