The situation became extremely bad. Suddenly, Hoffa went from an ordinary student to an ordinary student who was warned by the school's higher-ups.
If he did it again, he would be expelled.
Ghoshak's eyes were not joking, he would really do it. At this point, Hoffa had no room to resist. He got the Phantom Spell, and even the high-level Ghost Walk, but the fact that he was weak did not change.
At this moment, Hoffa realized that he was not a savior, he had neither fame nor halo. He was only 11 years old, he lacked experience, he lacked the capital, and he lacked the power to break the rules.
Who reported him, Hoffa could guess with his toes who it was. But the strange thing was, he was not angry, only numb. He could not hate Aglaia more. If she was a boy, Hoffa would not even use magic, he would just go up and beat her to the ground with his fists.
Unfortunately, Hoffa was at a disadvantage because of his gender.
He could only accept the school's arrangement, and treat it as a lesson that he must learn.
He sat in class all day, expressionless, and did not communicate with anyone.
He was thinking about his future arrangements. First, he had to complete all the tasks assigned by the school, eliminate the negative impact of the Hogsmeade incident on him, and become a low-key ordinary student again. Secondly, he could not let anyone find out that he had violated the school's rules. He had to stop all gray plans, whether it was illegal exploration of the school, or learning knowledge from the forbidden books, they had to be put aside for the time being.
He had to be cautious.
Expelled?
And Hoffa could not let this happen. He was only 11 years old, he had no family in Europe, he had to rely on the Hogwarts to survive for the time being.
At dinner, Hoffa returned to normal.
He began to talk and laugh with the students around him, no different from usual.
Halfway through dinner, a senior student came over. He handed Hoffa a letter.
Opening it, there were two pieces of parchment inside, on the first one was written.
[Every day at half past five, the Hunting Ground Guard will be waiting for you at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, I hope you can find your shortcomings while working — Adbe Ghoshak]
It was a letter from a labor penalty.
There was also a piece of parchment attached to the note.
When he took it out to take a look, Hoffa's heart sank.
This was an evaluation form, which was used for the Forbidden Forest's guards to sign and grade.
There were Excellent, Good, Ordinary, and Abominable. There were four different ratings.
After the ordinary column, it was written (Stay in school for observation).
And after the 'abominable' column, it was written (Fired).
The additional target was to be obedient for a month.
Hoffa sighed. This was his goal, but it was also his obstacle. He had to get past it before he could talk about future developments.
Looking at the time, it was already five o 'clock. There was only half an hour left before the time indicated on the letter. He gave up on his plan to eat dinner. He took two drumsticks from the table and put them in his pocket. After saying goodbye to Miranda, he hurriedly left.
Outside the castle, the blurry moon had already risen. The sky was very dark, and a gentle breeze blew Hoffa's hair. The rain was still drizzling down, and the rain soaked his school robe.
The rain at the edge of the Forbidden Forest was much lighter. There were many tall trees here, and the air was filled with the smell of rotting leaves.
When he walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a large flock of crows suddenly flew out from the dark forest. They cawed as they flew past the moon, as if they saw something ominous.
The hunting ground was empty. Hoffa stood at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest for a while. When the crows stopped cawing, he used the last bit of sunlight to see a few notches on the tree.
[Joey Dago's House — — Do not disturb]
Joey Dago?
It seemed that this person was the current hunting ground guard.
The only hunting ground guard that Hoffa knew was Rupert Hagrid.
Hagrid would not come to Hogwarts for another two years. Naturally, Hagrid's hut was not here.
He had seen the current hunting ground guard before. It was a one-eyed old man who rode a horse. When school started, he was sent to the ship and was responsible for the school's various notices. But Hoffa did not recognize him at all.
Since I'm here, I'll just take it as it comes.
Hoffa comforted himself.
"Flicker of light."
With a soft chant, a burst of silver light illuminated the darkness.
Hoffa raised his wand and pointed to a winding path that gradually disappeared into the depths of the black forest. Looking into the Forbidden Forest, he could not see anything clearly.
Hoffa tightened his robe and stepped into the familiar yet strange forest.
He thought that if he followed the path, he would be able to see the hunting ground guard named Joey Dago.
But as he walked, he felt that something was wrong. Because when he followed the path to an oak tree, the winding path under his feet split into three forks, each leading to different directions.
"What the fuck is going on?"
Hoffa muttered to himself. He took out the note that Ghoshak gave him and looked around. There was no map of the Forbidden Forest.
There was no other way. A mission was a mission. He had to get to the hunting ground guard before half past five, otherwise he would be late. He put away the note and walked to the fork and shouted a few times.
"Mr. Dago?"
"Are you there?"
His voice echoed in the empty forest, but no one answered.
Huo Fa frowned. Was he only able to choose one path? But these three paths didn't seem to have any difference at all.
He walked to the oak tree in the middle of the fork.
When Hoffa got closer, he realized that there were some very simple but vivid pictures carved on the tree.
There were three pictures, each corresponding to the three entrances.
The one on the left was a tower flashing with lightning.
The one in the middle was a woman in a long robe holding a balance.
The one on the right was a strange man hanging upside down from a tree.
Hoffa thought for a moment. He seemed to have seen these pictures in the school's divination textbook, but he was not a person who was good at divination. To be honest, he did not believe in such things.
The cryptic and indescribable sentences of the divination teacher were more like the ravings of a madman to him. He understood each word when they were taken apart, but he did not understand when they were put together.
Faced with this strange path, Hoffa did not have a good idea.
He put away his wand and stood in front of the fork. He tapped the ground with his hand.
"You and me, big fool. Snow White will marry him."
On the left.
Hoffa walked along the path with the lightning tower pattern.
As soon as he stepped into the forest, his figure blurred a few times and disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.
The fog engulfed the path.
Aware of the fog in the forest at night, Hoffa narrowed his eyes and raised his wand.
The silver light of the wand illuminated the surrounding path. Hoffa saw that the wet path at his feet was covered with moss and colorful fungi. Some unknown fluorescent bugs flew in the darkness. When they heard Hoffa's voice, they scattered.
Not far along the path, a big tree that required two people to wrap their arms around it appeared in the middle of the path again, firmly blocking Hoffa's path.
"F * ck!"
Seeing that the path was blocked again, a trace of impatience welled up in Hoffa's heart.
What was going on? Did he not ask him to come to the Forbidden Forest to find the Hunting Guard? Why was the path either forked or blocked? Was there something wrong with the Hunting Guard's head?
In Hoffa's impression, the teachers of this generation of Hogwarts were quite normal. How could they do such a ridiculous thing?
He was a little annoyed as he walked to the tree in the middle and tried to go around it from the side.
But when he walked to the side of the tree, he saw three identical carvings on the tree.
A tower with lightning flashing.
A woman in a long robe holding a balance.
A weirdo hanging upside down from the tree.
Hoffa's impatient expression gradually became cold. Things were becoming a little abnormal.
A feeling of being spied on came faintly. The fluorescent bugs that were flying around slowly floated towards Hoffa. Their numbers began to increase.
He pulled out his wand and slowly began to retreat. He wanted to go back to the exit.
But when he took a step back, he found that his feet could not move. He looked down and saw a black withered hand on the ground grabbing his ankle.
Hoffa's hairs stood on end.
He suddenly exerted force and kicked away the hand that was grabbing him. He turned his head and ran back the way he came.
This time.
The fog became thicker.
La ~ la ~ la ~
There was an inexplicable soft laughter around him.
Hoffa turned his head to look. The small mushrooms that grew in the damp and dark places on the ground suddenly swelled up and wrapped around the trunk and the ground like parasites.
As the mushrooms grew bigger, some patterns split from the middle and continued to split. The patterns on the mushrooms were like small faces. Some were smiling, some were fierce, and some were looking at him with grievances.
They squeezed in from all directions. Hoffa was frightened. The unknown changes were beyond his expectations. The sudden crisis made him break out in a cold sweat. He could only force himself to calm down.
He changed direction and began to run again.
After a few steps, the swollen mushrooms on the ground all burst open. In the mucus, countless black hands stretched out from the middle and firmly held Hoffa down. The fireflies in the air attached to Hoffa's face and tried to get in through his skin.
Hoffa did not hesitate to enter the state of Ghost Walk.
He left the material world in an instant and entered the world of shadows that was only gray and white.
But the black hands around him did not disappear. Instead, they grew more and more vigorously from the ground. Moreover, from the perspective of the shadow world, the whole forest changed its appearance. It was like a living creature that was constantly wriggling.
The black hands grabbed Hoffa in the shadows. The mushrooms were still staring at him. Countless insects drilled into his cheeks, making him look strange and ferocious.
Damn it!
Hoffa's head turned quickly.
He left the material world but still did not leave this strange magic. It seemed that this was not a spell for the body, but a spell for the mind.
Understanding this, Hoffa's expression was very dignified.
He did not waste any more magic and immediately exited Ghost Walk.
The black hands almost drowned Hoffa. They dragged Hoffa into the ground bit by bit. They were also talking to each other excitedly.
Hoffa closed his eyes and used all his strength to run the meditation technique, purifying his mind. At the same time, he was rapidly thinking of countermeasures.
Magic involved illusions. Most of the spells that could affect the mind were related to black magic. This was something that Professor Mellors of Gryffindor Academy had mentioned in class.
It could be a defensive spell, or it could be pure black magic. There was only a fine line between the two.
This place was less than a few hundred meters away from Hogwarts Castle. Hoffa did not believe that anyone could set up a profound black magic here, so it must be some kind of strange defensive spell.
Under the full operation of the meditation technique, Hoffa's mind began to sharpen. The surrounding scenery and the black hands began to blur. Some of the hands that grabbed Hoffa's arm even began to scream and emit white smoke.
It was as if they were not grabbing a person at all, but a piece of soldering iron.
The insects attached to Huo Fa's body exploded with crackling sounds.
However, Hoffa's resistance did not make them retreat. Countless black hands surged out from the dark ground like a tide, drowning Hoffa.
Hoffa closed his eyes. His mind radiated out like a spider web. Every strand of his mind turned into a steel needle, and every needle pierced through a black hand or strange insect.
The whole spiritual world became a battlefield.
A battlefield between him and unknown magic.
Just as the battle quickly became intense, and there was no clear winner or loser.
A strong force came from an unknown place. A man stretched out his hand and passed through the boundary between illusion and reality. He grabbed Hoffa's shoulder and pulled Hoffa out from the grasp of the black hands.
Hiss!
It was as if he had fallen off the bed after falling asleep.
Huo Fa shuddered and opened his eyes abruptly, his whole body swaying a little.
He was completely awake. The mushrooms, the black hands, the wriggling forest, the flying strange insects, all of them disappeared.
The sky was still drizzling. He was now standing in front of an old oak tree at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. His face was almost touching the tree trunk. In front of him was the engraving of the lightning striking the tower.
Hoffa's face was pale, and his fingers were cold.
His mind had walked so far, but his body had not moved at all.
When did he fall into the illusion? Hoffa did not know at all.
"You're early."
A hoarse but steady voice came from beside him.
"We agreed on half past five. Why did you come early?"
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