In the office, Hoffa paced back and forth. Buddy Jr didn't know exactly when he would wake up, but he might have to give Harry Potter his first black magic defense class in three days. If he couldn't do it, he would definitely be exposed under Dumbledore's nose.
What should he do?
Seeing him pacing back and forth, Sparkle couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"
Hoffa looked at Sparkle. "Do you know any black magic?"
Sparkle's eyes were wide open, as if there were one on top of his head?
"The Three Unforgivable Curses. Do you know any?"
Sparkle looked at him with some horror, shook his head, and stepped back with Buddy Jr in his arms.
So Hoffa looked behind him again. Old Moody was glaring at him angrily. God knew how long this guy had maintained his angry look.
So Hoffa carefully closed the door and used the Transformation Spell to create three silent walls, firmly blocking the door. Then, he came to Old Moody and unlocked the shackle on his mouth.
Old Moody was a straightforward person. Seeing this, he didn't call out, but just looked at him and sneered. "Are you panicking? Did something happen? "
Hoffa said, "It's okay, just a small matter."
Old Moody tilted his head, and a smile appeared on his hideous face. "Say it, maybe I can help?"
Hoffa saw the light in his eyes. It was clearly a kind of sarcasm, but he still asked, "Do you know any of the Three Unforgivable Curses?"
"Yes." Old Moody laughed. "Did that coward Dumbledore ask you to teach him the Three Unforgivable Curses? Oh, he's finally toughened up for once. "
As he spoke, he lowered his head, and the smile on his face disappeared. "You don't even know the Three Unforgivable Curses, Transformation Master?"
Hoffa shook his head. "I don't."
Old Moody blinked his only eye. "Then let me go, and I'll teach you the Three Unforgivable Curses. They are the three curses taught in the Ministry of Magic's secret Aura training. You can't find them anywhere else. "
As he spoke, he sighed. "You don't know the Three Unforgivable Curses, which means you're not an incurable bad guy. If you let me go, I won't care about what you've done these days. I'll even recommend you to the Ministry of Magic to get you out of Lord Voldemort's control and give you … "
"You've already retired," Hoffa said calmly....... You can't give me anything....................
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Old Moody opened his mouth in shock. Then, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. "Then let me go. I can't teach you if you tie me up."
Huo Fa asked, "And then give you your wand?"
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He looked very sincere, and the anger in his eyes was replaced by gentleness.
Hoffa narrowed his eyes. He sensed that under the gentleness in Moody's eyes, there was a hidden killing intent.
So he slowly turned behind old Moody and gently pulled out a fork that he had hidden at some point in time from his tied-up palm. Maybe he ordered Buddy Jr to give it to him when Buddy Jr was confused and unconscious.
He silently raised the fork. "You smell like you're lying."
The gentleness in Moody's eyes disappeared. Instead, he looked at Hoffa with a completely cold gaze. "Bastard, you're so scheming at such a young age. What will you do when you grow up!?"
Smack.
Hoffa gagged Moody's mouth again and threw the fork aside. He felt terrible.
If he had the Soul Seizing Curse, he should be able to seize Moody's soul to teach him the Three Unforgivable Curses. However, the Soul Seizing Curse itself was the Three Unforgivable Curses. It sounded like an unsolvable paradox.
Unsolvable.
He turned to Sparkle and instructed Sparkle, "Take good care of Buddy Jr. I don't allow you to mention what happened today to anyone. Do you understand?"
"I … I understand."
"Also, when you go back, you're still going to cry."
Sparkle: "Huh?"
Hoffa: "Can't you cry?"
"But, but I can't cry."
Sparkle looked at Buddy Jr. His cheeks twitched as he tried to hold back his tears, but no matter how one looked at it, he was happy.
Hoffa: "If you can't cry, or if you don't pretend well, your little master will die, and so will your old master. Do you understand?"
Sparkle's face turned pale.
Hoffa: "I'm your little master's protector. If my identity is exposed, your little master will be skinned alive and sent to Azkaban, where he will be locked up in the most terrible prison. In endless loneliness, he will die of madness."
"Sparkle, Sparkle understands!"
The house-elf burst into tears on the spot.
Hoffa: "Shut up. You'll have your time to cry. Don't cry in front of me!"
"Wu!"
Sparkle stuffed his hands into his mouth to stop himself from crying, but a lump of snot came out of his nose in grief.
After making arrangements for Sparkle, Hoffa looked at the time and rushed to the Hogwarts library that very night.
He didn't have enough time, but he couldn't just sit around and wait for death. He planned to see if he could apply what he learned. After all, he was very good at learning at night. If he could find the three Unforgivable Curses and learn them, maybe he wouldn't be exposed in class.
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Two days later.
There were still 24 hours before Hoffa's first class at the Hogwarts.
Moody (Hoffa) looked up from the pile of books at the back of the office with a melancholy look on his face.
In the past two days, he had used various excuses to get a large number of books from the library and borrowed all kinds of spell books from the first grade to the seventh grade. However, he found that he was overthinking. The three Unforgivable Curses were not in the school's spell books at all.
Sure enough, as Moody said, perhaps there was no other place to learn the three Unforgivable Curses except for Aura's secret training institute. In fact, Hoffa also knew that the more profound the spell, the more it was passed down by word of mouth. It was rarely recorded in books, but he still had some fantasies about the Hogwarts library.
Damn it, the Office of Defense Against Dark Magic.
Hoffa rubbed his hair and touched the spell book on the table, thinking about how to break the spell.
There were less than 24 hours left, and he still hadn't seen the three Unforgivable Curses. It seemed that he couldn't avoid being exposed in front of Dumbledore, but he didn't want to have a conflict with the world's top wizard yet.
Should he run away in advance?
He couldn't help but think so.
But when he thought of Fatir's blue eyes looking at him, he immediately extinguished the thought of running away in the cradle.
He couldn't run away. He must complete the mission given by Lord Voldemort and obtain the resurrection spell.
There was a row of small gilded words on the cover of the spell book. Hoffa unconsciously touched the gilded words. Suddenly, a strong sense of deja vu surged in his mind. It was like some kind of guidance, from chance to certainty. It was as if he heard a familiar but unknown song, as if it was a replay of a movie.
Hoffa closed the spell book in his hand. On the side of the cover, a row of familiar names appeared in his eyes.
"Standard Spell Level Five – by Miranda Ghoshak"
The row of words was small, but it was unusually beautiful. He was very familiar with it.
After seeing the name, Hoffa was stunned for about five seconds. After that, he almost threw the spell book away. He exclaimed, "F * ck!?"
He stood up on the spot and carefully flipped through the books. Only then did he realize that almost all the spell books he borrowed from the library were written by Miranda after 1950.
This discovery made him collapse on the chair, and he covered his face with his hands. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Come to think of it, this was quite fitting for her identity. A magic spell genius from a family of spellcasters. She taught him the Phantom Spell in the first grade. Now that she had grown up, it was not unreasonable for her to write a spell textbook.
After the shock. What followed was a strong sense of guilt and uneasiness. When he pushed Miranda away, he thought that he could go back and look for her. He never thought that he would be gone for more than 50 years.
Hoffa's face was pale as he stared at the name.
More than 50 years, Merlin's beard. She still remembered him?
Thinking of the memories from five years ago, Hoffa felt a little fuzzy, let alone 50 years …
Maybe she even had a grandson, a family of her own, and a life of her own. Maybe she was enjoying the rest of her life in a villa in the countryside. Was it really okay for him to disturb her?
Hoffa's mind was filled with strange thoughts. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.
But looking around, who could he ask for help?
Who would keep a secret for him?
Who would understand his determination to save Aglaia?
Maybe no one, maybe only this friend of his.
"Shame …" Hoffa put down the spell book and muttered to himself. "Only when I need help do I think of you. What a shame, Hoffa Bach."
He reached out and grabbed his arm, and pinched himself hard. In the end, he put the book back on the shelf and decided to contact his only friend.
Miranda's whereabouts were unknown. There were only 24 hours left, and it seemed that there was not enough time to contact her with the owl. But this was a magical world, and he had other ways.
First, he went to the club activity area in Hogwarts at noon after school.
After passing through a huge portrait on the second floor of the club registration office, Hoffa came to a hall. There were many arched corridors around the hall, and the intricately carved patterns of the corridors turned into strings of magical symbols, flashing slightly on the walls. In the middle of the hall was a statue of a group of young wizards holding wands. They looked as high-spirited as they did 50 years ago.
However, when he came to the Violet Club where Miranda taught him the Illusion Spell 50 years ago, he found that it was already empty. The portrait of the masked gatekeeper holding a bouquet of violets was also empty.
But Hoffa did not give up. He did not find the club activity room, so he walked along the tower of Ravenclaw to the direction of the observatory. He stopped in front of an office full of astral instruments at the top of the tower.
This was Professor Flick's office. 50 years ago, this place belonged to Adbe Ghoshak.
Unexpectedly, Professor Flick did not change the portrait of the gatekeeper on his office door. The portrait was still exactly the same as when Adbe was still alive.
There were two people in the portrait, a man and a woman.
The man had gray hair, a high nose bridge, and a gentle smile on his face. The witch had chestnut hair and a soft appearance. She was leaning lazily in the arms of the wizard.
Hoffa left Stealth and stood in front of the portrait of Miranda's parents.
This time, he did not take the compound decoction. Instead, he maintained his original appearance.
In the portrait, Miranda's parents saw him, and the smile on their faces slowly disappeared. The man became a little confused, and the woman became a little cold.
"I'm looking for Miranda." Hoffa stood under the oil painting of Miranda's parents and said in a very nervous tone, "Excuse me, can you help me inform her?"
There was silence for a few seconds.
The woman in the portrait snorted coldly and turned her head away from him. The man in the portrait sighed and nodded.
Then, the man walked out of the portrait alone. The woman was left alone to face Hoffa. The woman looked at him with cold eyes and said, "Scum."
After that, she left in the opposite direction and appeared in the portraits of other people around her.
Hoffa stood alone in front of the empty portrait frame, not knowing what to do.
However, after a while, Miranda's father, Nimon Ghoshak, came back and said gently, "Midnight, Ravenclaw Common Room, someone is looking for you."
This sentence made Hoffa's heart fall back into his stomach. He was almost moved to tears. He quickly raised his hands, put his palms together, and bowed to Miranda's father.
The man in the portrait looked at him with a complicated expression. There was sympathy, helplessness, and regret in his eyes. Finally, he shook his head and said, "Let's go."
After being informed by Miranda's father, Hoffa felt as if he had eaten a pill of reassurance. For the rest of the time before midnight, he had been imagining excitedly and uneasily.
Will I see Miranda? How will she come? Will she take the plane? What will she look like now? Is she married? Does she have children? If she goes bald in her seventies or eighties, what will I do?
After thinking for a long time, Hoffa realized that if he saw her again, he would definitely hug Miranda and kiss her fiercely, apologize to her, and ask her how she had been for the past fifty years.
He thought of all the words and all the possible things that could happen. He thought about how he would make up for it and how he would apologize if Miranda ignored him. He even thought about how he would introduce himself if she had Alzheimer's disease and didn't remember him.
Just like that, an entire day passed. At midnight, he arrived in front of Ravenclaw's common room on time.
Seeing him coming, Eagle Ring slowly spread its wings.
"You're fast on the journey, but I'm faster than you. You can go further. No matter how fast you go or how far you go, I will go further than you. "
The familiar riddles of Ravenclaw.
Hoffa lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked up and said, "Light."
"Welcome back."
Eagle Ring folded its wings and said coldly.
Hoffa couldn't help but take another look at Eagle Ring. This was the first time he had heard Eagle Ring say something other than a riddle.
But Eagle Ring was indifferent. After getting the answer, it turned back into a statue with its wings folded, motionless.
The door behind Eagle Ring opened with a clatter, revealing an inwardly curved blue corridor.
Hoffa took a deep breath and walked in.
Ravenclaw's common room at midnight was very quiet, just like before.
In front of the fireplace, the dim embers of the fire burned slowly. The curtains fluttered in the autumn breeze. The familiar bust of Ravenclaw on the fireplace proudly looked out of the window at the Scottish mountains. Under her marble statue, there was a row of flowery Latin words: [Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind.]
"Miranda?"
"Miranda."
"Miranda …"
Hoffa tried calling a few times in the common room, but no one responded. There was only a quiet echo and the crackling of the embers in the fireplace.
"Miranda? Are you there? "
Hoffa carefully walked around the common room, calling Miranda's name softly and uneasily.
But after looking around, he didn't find anything.
The common room at midnight was empty.
In the end, Hoffa returned to the statue of Ravenclaw and looked at her in confusion. "Good evening, Hoffa." Hoffa muttered, "It can't be you waiting for me."
"It's not her."
A faint chuckle came from behind. It was unusually young.
The hair on the back of Hoffa's neck stood up. He didn't feel that someone was standing behind him.
Swish.
He turned his head sharply.
The dim moonlight shone through the window and shone on the blue marble floor.
Hoffa widened his eyes in shock and looked at the girl who suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost. She was wearing translucent pajamas and a pair of slippers. Her bare thighs shone in the moonlight.
It wasn't Miranda.
It was Qiu Zhang, Cedric Diggory's girlfriend.
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