Hoffa looked at Chloe. After not seeing her for more than a year, she had matured a lot. The current her really had some kind of sacred aura …
"No … I won't kill you."
He said, "Don't even think about it."
He said as he focused on rowing the boat.
Chloe shook her head and didn't say anything else. She wrapped Hoffa's shawl around her and followed him to the other side of the frozen fjord.
The two quickly arrived at the other side of the fjord. Unexpectedly, Hoffa didn't encounter any investigation here. It was a completely different situation from the other side of the shore.
He could see groups of wizards happily lighting fires and roasting food on the beach. It was as if they were celebrating their victory. However, some of them had a strange way of celebrating their victory.
A few Adepts in black robes were chasing a few pale girls around the bonfire. Those girls were shivering in the cold night, and their clothes had been ripped off. They cried and shouted, trying to attract help, but this only made the wizards more excited.
From Theodore's words, Hoffa knew that in this era, under the rule of Silby. The wizards should be at war with the Muggles. Those Muggle girls should be abducted from the conquered areas.
One of them held down a girl and took out some pink powder from his robes. It was probably the precursor of the aphrodisiac and smeared it on the girl's face.
Immediately, the girl's skin glowed pink. Their eyes were dazzled and they couldn't help but stand up. They went from being passive to active.
However, the adepts laughed and ran away. They either used violence against the girls in heat, punching them, kicking them, or whipping them. They treated the girls like livestock.
When they were tired of playing, the wizards would kill them by the bonfire and throw them into the sea. They would even use magic to burn them to ashes.
Hoffa stood in the distance and looked at those primitive, barbaric, and uncivilized activities. His heart didn't fluctuate much, which was rare.
On one hand, he knew that this happened a thousand years ago. On the other hand, he knew that in ancient times, war had always been like this. The winner would kill the loser and take the loser's women and wealth for himself.
In fact, all the way up to the industrial age, human instincts were to conquer, kill, plunder, and destroy.
They were like lemmings, breeding like crazy when the year was good. When the years were bad, the population would swell to the point that the land could not accommodate it, and the population would decline. How could it descend? Through wars, famines, plagues, and other disasters. In the fourteenth century, the Black Death struck Europe. In less than ten years, the population of Europe was reduced by a third.
The cycle repeated itself. Reproduction, war, death, and rebirth.
It wasn't until the Industrial Revolution, or even later, that wars, plagues, and famines slowly faded away.
It wasn't that humans had changed, but rather that their productivity had increased. The violent nature of conquest, killing, plundering, and destruction was replaced by a gentler desire to make money.
Using modern standards or moral standards to demand ancient people was laughable in itself, because the environment was completely different.
Huo Fa had long since passed the age of black and white or binary oppositions. He had experienced too much and seen too many terrible things that humans had done to their own kind. He had long since become indifferent to such things.
Right now, he only wanted to complete his responsibility, which was to find out what Silby's goal was and stop him.
Everything else had nothing to do with him.
He calmly walked past the group of Sorcerers, not looking at them.
On the other hand, Chloe, who was sitting on his shoulder, looked at the group of Sorcerers and young girls and couldn't help but sigh.
Not long after, he saw the largest tent among the countless tents. In the dark night, it was lit with an orange light, as if it was silently announcing that this was the residence of the most powerful person.
Here came the main event.
After searching for so long, he had finally found Silby's location. He was on full alert. He adjusted his expression and changed into the appearance of an ordinary patrolling adept. He walked towards the tent.
When he got close to the tent, he could hear the faint sounds of an argument coming from inside. As he walked closer, the argument became even more intense.
.....
"Dragging it out again and again, when can we attack?"
Someone angrily shouted from within the tent.
Hoffa stuck to the front of the large tent, and slightly lifted the curtain.
The one who shouted was a man wearing a red cloak, with a golden sword at his waist. He had golden hair, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. With a Zizi beard, he looked very manly.
"I've had enough, I've really had enough!"
However, the manly fellow seemed to be abnormally anxious, "If this drags on, the Sorcerers under us will soon become sex slaves! Yesterday, I actually saw them having fun with Muggles, how preposterous! "
Calm down, friend. " A short man wearing a green robe sat on a chair opposite him, indifferently holding a book and swaying it back and forth, "You can't punish our cute subordinates for a few Muggles."
"Are we just going to let them waste their energy like this?" The red cloaked man swayed back and forth in annoyance.
The green robed man was unmoved, and leisurely flipped a page of the book, "Didn't we agree to attack at dawn?"
"Dawn!"
The irritable red robed man slammed the table, "It's been a week, and the sky is still not bright, are you sure it's not …"
The red robed man lowered his voice and suspiciously said, "What is he thinking, is he playing with us?"
Pa!
The short green robed man closed the book in his hand and sneered, "When you first recognized the King, you surrendered faster than anyone else, but now you're being paranoid."
He pointed at the red cloaked man's nose and scolded, "If he says we'll attack at dawn, then we'll attack at dawn. Why are you in such a hurry, even if the sky falls, isn't the King holding it up?"
"You! Aiya! " The red cloaked man angrily sat down on the chair, hugging his arms angrily, and ignored the green robed man.
At this time, in the corner of the tent, a soft voice full of worry said, "Don't quarrel, he hasn't eaten much for a month. There must be something on his mind. "
Hoffa looked in the direction of the voice, it was a slightly plump, middle-aged witch. She sat in front of the fireplace, holding a fabric that looked like a scarf in her hand.
She sighed and put down the fabric, saying sadly, "For a whole month, he only drank a little milk every day, what if this goes on for a long time?"
"You don't need to care about him, he's an adult."
After the green robed man scolded the cloaked man, he lazily continued to read the book, "As long as he can defeat the Church and fulfill his promise to us, under this premise, he can do whatever he wants. Not to mention drinking milk, even if he wants to drink the breast milk of a virgin, I'll squeeze it out for him. "
When he said this, the red cloaked man and the plump woman were not happy.
The cloaked man shook his head angrily, "I say, we've known each other for so many years, can't you be a little more humane? Let bygones be bygones, is there a need to brood over it? "
The green robed man retorted without hesitation, "Who says I'm brood over it? You say it as if you can force him to eat! "
"You!"
"Stop quarreling, stop quarreling!"
The plump woman covered her ears with her hands. You guys are so annoying, can't you talk properly, why are you quarreling all the time?
Through the small gap in the tent, Hoffa saw the three of them quarreling. For a moment, he was filled with emotions.
There was no doubt that the one wearing the red cloak with the silver sword at his waist was Godric Gryffindor.
The one wearing the green robe and speaking carelessly was definitely Salazar Slytherin. Hoffa thought that the founder of the Snake Court would be more imposing than he imagined.
As for the plump woman sitting in the corner, knitting a scarf, Hoffa was sure that she was Hufflepuff.
When he was in second grade, Hoffa had seen the consciousness fragments left behind by the four founders in the Hogwarts Orb, but it was completely different from seeing the real person.
However, among the four of them, there seemed to be one missing.
Just as he thought about it, a cold voice came from behind him, "Hey, what are you doing here?"
Hearing the voice, Hoffa turned around.
Hey!
The remaining person was standing behind him.
The founder of the Ravenclaw Academy, Ravenclaw, wore a neat light blue robe. She had short silver hair, was tall and thin, and her cheekbones were somewhat prominent. She did not look like a beauty in the secular sense, but her pupils were deep and her eyes were bright. It carried a kind of breathtaking aura.
Seeing the founder of his academy, Hoffa straightened his back and bowed to her. "I heard a quarrel in the tent, Madam Ravenclaw."
"The wizard on night duty?"
Ravenclaw's gaze softened. She did not know why, but she liked the young wizard's black eyes.
"Yes."
Hoffa nodded.
Only then did he notice that Ravenclaw was holding a small jar in her hand. There was a steaming milky white liquid in the jar.
"They are used to quarreling," Ravenclaw said. "Mind your own business, don't be distracted by other things."
"I understand."
Hoffa stood in place and opened the tent for Ravenclaw.
Ravenclaw walked into the tent with the jar, and Hufflepuff immediately stood up. "Why did you bring it back?" Hufflepuff asked worriedly.
"He doesn't want it," Ravenclaw said coldly. He placed the small earthen jar on the table.
"Ah." Hufflepuff sat down on a chair and rubbed his forehead with a worried expression. "How can I let him do as he pleases?"
Gryffindor straightened his back and frowned. "Ravenclaw, you are the closest to him. You can always guess what he is thinking. Tell us, what is going on with him? "
"Who is the closest to him?"
Ravenclaw's face reddened. She snorted and turned her head away.
But then, her expression became gloomy.
"I don't know this time either. He has completely shut himself away. I tried to visit him several nights in a row, but he refused to let me in. Usually, when I give him some milk, he will at least take it in. But today, he doesn't even want milk. I called him for a long time outside, but he didn't answer. "
When she said this, even Slytherin, who always had an indifferent expression, became serious. He closed the book, straightened his back, and frowned.
"Damn it, what is going on!?"
Gryffindor angrily rubbed his hair, messing up his soft blonde hair.
Hufflepuff sat on the chair with a sad face. "He doesn't drink milk, water, or food. Is he going on a hunger strike? We were about to win. What is he thinking?"
"How would I know?"
Ravenclaw was a little anxious. "If he keeps shutting himself away like this, I'm afraid something big will happen."
.....
Hoffa, who was outside the tent, fell into deep thought. The guy that the four of them were talking about who didn't eat or drink was most likely Silby. Otherwise, who else would be worth their attention?
But, he didn't eat or drink? What was that guy doing? Was he trying to cultivate? There was no immortal in this world for him to cultivate.
.....
"Let me try."
A clear voice came from outside the tent.
Salazar Slytherin, who had a gloomy expression, was the first to raise his head. When he saw Hoffa at the entrance of the tent, he said unhappily, "Where did this little soldier come from?"
A black shadow quickly spread out from under his feet and quietly went around the tent to Hoffa's side.
Gryffindor, on the other hand, was even more irritable. He was thinking about something and was suddenly interrupted. He immediately slammed the table and stood up. "What's going on? How dare you barge in without orders? Who cares about you?"
Since the two men were so angry, the two women's attitudes were a little gentler.
Hufflepuff scolded Gryffindor. "Calm down. It's not good for your health."
Ravenclaw was still protecting Hoffa. She sternly scolded, "Didn't I tell you to do your own thing? Why did you come in here? Go, go, get out. "
Hoffa was unmoved. He pointed at the jar on the table and calmly said, "He doesn't eat or drink, right? Let me try. I have a way to make him eat."
When he said that, Gryffindor, who was unhappy, was stunned. Hufflepuff was happy, and Ravenclaw was very surprised. Even the black shadow behind Hoffa slowly shrank back.
"What did you say?" The four asked in unison.
Hoffa shrugged. "I said, I have a way to make Master Spencer return to normal. At least, he needs to drink that jar of milk."
"Why should we believe you? Speaking of which, we've never seen you before." Slytherin maintained his unique coldness and vigilance.
"No matter what, I'm still a member of the team," Hoffa said without thinking. "In my hometown, there are many such wizards."
"Wizards who don't eat?" Hufflepuff asked in surprise.
"Something like that," Hoffa said vaguely. "They're in a bad mood. They're too fat. They're under too much pressure. Anyway, if you let me talk to someone with such a problem, I guarantee that they'll be cured. "
Salazar Slytherin looked at Hoffa and frowned.
Gryffindor was unhappy. He had been unhappy ever since Hoffa came in. He felt that this young-looking guy was full of nonsense. He pulled out his sword and said, "This guy didn't tell us his name, and he doesn't look familiar. He must be up to no good. Maybe he's a spy sent by the church."
As he said that, he walked towards Hoffa with the sharp Fairy Sword.
"Wait."
Slythrin extended his hand and stopped the impulsive Gryffindor. He dragged his tone, and slowly said, "Let's just give it a try. Anyway, no one can do anything to that fella. Why don't we let this fella try?"
Gryffindor said, "What if …?"
"Let him try," Hufflepuff said.
"Slytherin is right. We don't have any other choice." She looked at Ravenclaw and said, "Ravenclaw, what do you think?"
Ravenclaw stared at Hoffa for a long time and slowly nodded. "I believe him."
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