After being discharged from the hospital, Hoffa experienced the most amazing time in Hogwarts.
No one bothered him anymore. It felt like the sudden collapse of the Soviet Union, the sudden ceasefire in the Middle East, and all the keyboard warriors in the universe suddenly disappeared.
The world was finally quiet.
Aglaia no longer glared at him, but she also stopped talking to him.
Instead, she walked around him every time she saw him and pretended not to see him. Sometimes she would talk and laugh with the other girls at the corner of the stairs. When Hoffa passed by, she would shut up and wait until he was far away before continuing.
Of course, Hoffa would try to walk around her as politely as possible, as if there was an invisible line between them. He felt that as long as she could maintain this state, he didn't mind fulfilling her wish to be the boss.
December came quietly, and the weather in England was getting colder and colder.
The sky was always a dazzling egg-white, and the muddy ground was covered with a layer of shiny frost one morning. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with ice and snow, and the lake was cold and hard like quenched steel. Every morning, the scenery outside Ravenclaw Tower was whiter.
The students next to him had unknowingly put on thick scarves and gloves. After class, they rubbed their hands in the corridor and exhaled white smoke.
There were also some senior students who bought a transformable blue flame from Diagon Alley. They could continuously rub it in the palm of their hand and freely adjust the temperature.
But Hoffa had all these. He didn't have a flame, scarf, or gloves, and no one took care of him when he left the orphanage. He thought the winter clothes were too heavy, so he only carried a bag.
But now it seemed that he didn't think it through. England's latitude was much higher than China's, and because of temporary convenience, it was cold when the weather was cold.
In December, the weather became colder and colder. Thick, gray snowflakes danced in the sky and sealed every window. The castle was much darker than usual during the day.
Fortunately, one morning, Miranda's owl brought him two sweaters and scarves that Hoffa bought from the London clothing store.
Delivering the goods had exhausted Miranda's maroon owl. Hoffa felt a little guilty and distressed. He tried to feed the owl a little steaming pumpkin juice.
However, after throwing the clothes to Huo Fa, the owl flew away on its own. It didn't seem to care about Huo Fa at all.
"Your owl has quite a personality."
Hoffa said to Miranda with emotion.
"It's just not used to eating food from strangers."
Miranda said.
While they were talking, Professor Gorak suddenly appeared at Ravenclaw's table. Miranda immediately lowered her head. She seemed to be very unwilling to confront her grandfather.
However, Professor Ghoshak only glanced at his granddaughter indifferently. He then took out a name list and asked the students to fill in one by one.
It turned out that it was a list of students who stayed in school for Christmas. Hoffa naturally signed it without hesitation. If he didn't stay in school, he would have to go back to the Wu Orphanage in London.
He didn't want to go back. To his surprise, Miranda also signed the name list.
"You don't go home for Christmas? I mean, you must be a member of a wizard family. "
"Yes." Miranda smiled and said, "But now there's only me and my grandfather left in the family."
"What?"
Hoffa opened his mouth in surprise. He had never asked about Miranda's family situation. "What about your parents?"
"They're all dead."
Miranda said calmly. She saw Hoffa's expression and smiled.
"It's normal, isn't it? I dare say that one-third of the students in this hall have family members who died in the World War. Besides, I was still a child when they died. I have no impression at all. "
Although she said so, Hoffa still felt guilty and said, "I'm sorry."
Miranda's words gave him a deeper understanding of the world.
If he remembered correctly, this body's original father, the Chinese, also died in a war.
The Muggle War ended in 1918, which was twenty years away from the present.
He was 11 years old now, so this body's father didn't die in the Muggle war.
Was he also a sorcerer? A Chinese sorcerer?
The conflict between wizards never ends.
Thinking of the slogan posted by Hogsmeade, Hoffa thought.
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Time passed day by day, and the snow gradually became heavier. Most of the castle's windows were closed. Because they were blocked by snow, the area of the windows that could be seen was getting smaller and smaller.
Even when he looked outside, it was a vast expanse of white. It was so white that he couldn't even tell the difference between the grass and the black lake.
The castle in the snow gave Huo Fa a sense of insecurity. The scene gave him a sense of déjà vu as if he was in a movie set.
Many students would use their magic wands to turn the snow into all kinds of strange shapes. They even had a snowman building competition.
Among the first-year students, Aglaia used her magic wand to make a fat Welsh green dragon. It was more than ten meters tall and lifelike, which made everyone applaud.
But Hoffa didn't participate. Every day after class, he just walked through the corridor with a towel tightly wrapped around him. Because there were all kinds of flying snowballs controlled by magic outside, it was like a snowy Iraq with artillery fire. If he was careless, he would be accidentally injured by the crazy students.
These days, except for class, Hoffa rarely went out. Even if he bought a scarf and a sweater, he still didn't want to leave the common room and the crackling fire. Every day, he calculated the formula of a magic potion on a piece of paper.
Although he felt that if he asked Aglaia now, there was a high chance that she would tell him.
But Hoffa still couldn't bring himself to do that.
On the second Sunday of December, Hoffa was studying magic potions in the common room. Miranda was sitting cross-legged not far from him, reading a book.
Suddenly, there was a noise at the door. Aglaia, who was playing in the snow outside, appeared. She hesitated at the door for a second, then sat down opposite Hoffa and Miranda with an excited face.
She shook her hair, and the snow on her silver hair splashed on Hoffa's face. Hoffa hurriedly protected his parchment.
"Something great happened, guess what?"
Aglaia said excitedly to Miranda, she deliberately raised her voice.
"The Ministry of Magic made you a minister?"
Miranda flipped a page and said with a smile without raising her head.
Speaking of which, the two of them were actually on good terms and could joke around.
In fact, Miranda was on good terms with everyone.
"Of course not. Let me tell you, Charles Crouch went to participate in a school mission. He might not be back for a long time."
"Charles Crouch?"
Miranda turned another page. "What Charles Crouch, what are you talking about?"
"Ball seeker! Ball seeker! "
Aglaia excitedly propped herself up on the table with her elbows.
"Crouch is our academy's ball seeker. Now that he's gone, isn't it my turn? And this competition is very important. The captain told me that if we can beat Slytherin, we can reach the finals of Quidditch this year. "
Hoffa took out his wand and knocked on the puddles of water in front of him caused by the melting snow. He muttered, "Water and moisture resistant."
Instantly, the melted snow was sucked away by the magic wand.
Miranda was still calmly turning the page.
"And then?"
Aglaia was unhappy. "Miranda, don't tell me you're not going to watch the Quidditch competition."
Miranda muttered, "I didn't say I'm not going."
"Ha. That's more like it. Let me tell you, as long as I can help our academy win the School Championship, the official ball seeker position next year will definitely be mine. "Aglaia waved her fist with great momentum.
Miranda asked curiously, "What about Charles Crouch? Why didn't he come to the competition, and such an important one at that?
"Who knows, his skills are outdated, or the academy has other arrangements for him. Anything is possible." Aglaia said indifferently.
Then, as if she had just seen Hoffa beside Miranda, she cleared her throat and asked casually with her head held high.
"What about you?"
Hoffa reacted for a moment before he realized that she was talking to him. This was the first time they had talked since they were discharged from the hospital a month ago.
"Uh, go."
The next second.
A group of naughty kids shouted outside the common room again. Aglaia decisively ran out to go crazy again.
After she left, Miranda looked at him with a strange expression.
She touched her glasses.
"It's strange that she would ask you if you're going."
Hoffa shrugged his shoulders and spread the parchment on the table.
"Who knows."
Miranda looked at the vast expanse of whiteness outside the window and asked worriedly, "Do you really want to watch it? The snow is so heavy."
Huo Fa sighed. "What else can I do? Didn't you persuade me to go to the arena and cheer?"
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The next day, in the dark. Hoffa felt someone pushing him in the dark. When he woke up, it turned out to be his roommate William. He was changing into his pajamas on the four-poster bed next door.
"Hurry up, Hoffa, the competition is still early!"
Hoffa poked his head out and looked at the alarm clock. It was only half past six. Getting out of bed at half past six in the winter was simply fatal.
He cursed Aglaia in his heart and regretted that he had eased their relationship. He turned over and wanted to go back to sleep.
But his roommates were all awake. They were talking about it together. They were imagining the grand occasion that Ravenclaw's first competition might bring.
Hoffa couldn't ignore them. He had to turn over and sit up. He yawned and changed his clothes.
Grand occasion? It doesn't exist. When the time comes, under the cover of the heavy snow, you probably won't even be able to see clearly.
In the auditorium, Hoffa sat on the table with a plate and yawned as he scooped pumpkin porridge.
There were very few people in the auditorium at this time.
After a while, a blue figure sat opposite him.
It was Aglaia. At this moment, she had changed into her bright blue team uniform. Her face was pale as she stared blankly at a bowl of oatmeal.
It was probably her first official competition and she was still a little nervous.
"You also have a day like this." Seeing that there was no one around, Hoffa ate the porridge with a spoon and muttered, "I'm afraid of embarrassing myself so I won't watch."
"Shut up." She glared at Hoffa, "Just watch how I beat up Slytherin."
Then, she began to eat the porridge.
Simple provocation. Hoffa thought.
The other team members also took their seats one after another. The tables of the four academies were full of discussion. There were also many people wearing banners and painted faces sitting at the tables. It was obvious how popular Quidditch was in this world.
After breakfast, a large number of students and teachers flocked out. The crowd gathered shoulder to shoulder and gathered in the arena.
When Hoffa was in school, he habitually put himself in Harry's shoes. He also imagined flying in the middle of Quidditch's arena and becoming the center of attention.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as he wished. Reality played a joke on him. He didn't have Quidditch's talent in this life. He could only experience the perspective of a passerby.
Then, the flying instructor, Pario, blew a sharp whistle.
Quidditch's players pulled their feet out of the knee-deep snow with a squeak. They stepped on their brooms and flew in the sky.
The crowd cheered. The commentator passionately stated the strengths and weaknesses of each team.
The ball seeker was generally light and agile. He was also the fastest player in the team. Just as Hoffa expected, because of the heavy snow in the sky. He couldn't even see the figure of the average player, let alone the smallest ball seeker.
He had to distinguish carefully to see Aglaia's position. Many times, when he just saw him, the figure immediately disappeared.
Hoffa had the habit of watching football in his previous life. He also had a good understanding of sports, but this thing was a hundred times more difficult to understand than football.
Take the game for example. Football was a 5D game, coupled with professional broadcasting and replays. It was like watching a League of Legends game. All kinds of information and highlights were clear at a glance.
But Quidditch was a 3D game. Watching this thing was like watching an Overwatch game without commentary and replays. It was very shaky. Oftentimes, Huo Fa would only realize what had happened when the audience cheered.
But by the time he paid attention to it again, the highlight was already over.
After watching for a few minutes, Hoffa felt dizzy. There were too many balls on the field. All kinds of balls were flying around. He didn't know which ball he should pay attention to, let alone get the thrill of the game.
What was even more unfortunate was that the golden pattern on his arm was hungry again. It began to devour magic.
Hoffa was a little speechless. So he stood up silently, walked past a group of cheering students, and walked down from the high stands.
Quidditch's game wouldn't be over for a while. He wanted to find a quiet place to meditate and recover.
Speaking of which, the number of times the golden tattoo absorbed magic was gradually decreasing. Hoffa didn't know why.
After walking out of the noisy stadium, Hoffa felt relaxed. As relaxed as a fish returning to the ocean.
He stood in the vast expanse of white snow and stretched, thinking that as long as he didn't go far, he would meditate nearby. He would come back when he heard the cheers.
After meditating for half an hour, the magic devouring ended.
Hoffa shook off the snow on his body. But just as he was about to return to the stadium, he saw a familiar figure appear in the castle.
It was Joey. He walked down the castle angrily. Behind him was Professor Ghoshak.
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