Seeing the bouquet of flowers in the headmaster's hand, Hoffa froze on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning.
Memories flooded his mind like an explosion. He thought of the flashy scene in the Quidditch arena. He thought of the Strange Society with only one member, and three months ago, the masked man who slowly changed the flowers in the secret room of the society, and the masked oil paintings on the wall.
You're the only member of the society?
If one person can do what ten people can, then the existence of the other nine is meaningless.
Wow, you really did the work of ten people by yourself!
Hoffa gritted his teeth.
Damn it!
What's the relationship between that guy and the headmaster Dippet?
Could it be that the destruction of the teleportation array was planned by the headmaster?
How is that possible? It doesn't make sense.
What's the reason?
What's the cause?
It doesn't make sense at all. Seeing the headmaster walking further and further away with the bouquet of violets, Hoffa gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to follow.
No, he could see through ordinary stealth.
Ghost Walk could only be used three times, and each time it lasted for ten seconds. If he followed, there was a high chance that he would be discovered by the headmaster.
Hoffa retreated instead of moving forward. He watched from afar.
Until the headmaster, Amando Dippet, opened the passage to the secret room of violets. It was only after he disappeared into the crowd that he slowly followed after him.
The woman in the portrait still did not return. The whole portrait was empty.
Hoffa did not know how the Dippet got in.
But he could not help but imagine what the Dippet was doing in the secret room.
Should he change the withered flowers in those vases like the masked man?
Why would he do that?
Who was it that brought the dark sorcerer in?
Damn it!
The mystery began to twist, and the shadow of the unknown began to spread.
Hoffa pressed his hand to his forehead. After looking for a while, he reluctantly turned and left.
With everything unknown, he did not dare to make the slightest move.
Back in the tower of Ravenclaw, Huo Fa's mind was still filled with thoughts about the strange society.
In the common room, a group of girls sat in the corner chatting. They were dressed very formally. Some of them even wore long dresses and gowns, as if they were going to a party. Aglaia and Miranda were among them.
Hoffa did not pay much attention to them. His mind was full of the headmaster Dippet and the bouquet of violets in his hand.
Seeing Hoffa pass by, Aglaia quickly glanced at him, then turned her head and continued to chat.
Miranda, on the other hand, walked out from the group of girls and stopped Huo Fa. He even waved his hand in front of her.
"I lost my soul."
It was only then that Hoffa raised his head and noticed Miranda.
Today, she had tied her hair into a simple ponytail and was wearing an elegant dress. She looked much cuter than usual.
"What's the matter?"
Miranda first looked back at the group of girls, then smiled and said, "Are you free tonight?"
Hoffa thought for a while. "Yes, everyone is free tonight."
"I want to ask you for a favor."
"What?"
"Slughorn invited me to his Christmas dinner. We can bring people there."
After a while, Hoffa reacted. Slughorn's Christmas dinner? This was very much in line with his style. He glanced at Aglaia in the middle of the group of girls in gowns.
But that old guy even invited Miranda with ordinary grades. Was it because she was Ghoshak's granddaughter?
"And then?"
"Do you want to go with me?"
She asked generously.
Hoffa's eyes widened, then he shook his head.
"Thank you for your kindness, but you should go by yourself."
Right now, he really wasn't in the mood to attend Slughorn's banquet. On one hand, he really didn't get along with this potion teacher, so he didn't want to participate in his activities. On the other hand, his mind was filled with the image of Dippet holding the violet.
He wanted to go to the school's formal dinner. Maybe he could see Dippet again at the school's Christmas dinner. He desperately wanted to find the secret between the masked man and the principal.
Hoffa's decisive refusal surprised Miranda.
She was stunned for a second, then she shrugged.
"Okay then."
After saying that, she returned to the group of girls.
At night, in the dorm, Hoffa woke up from his meditation. He decided to go to the school's dinner.
Speaking of which, he was still a little bit looking forward to the Christmas dinner.
After all, he hadn't participated in any other dinners after the opening ceremony.
When he passed by the auditorium, the twelve Christmas trees that Joey had set up during the day were crowded with students.
They were excitedly talking to each other. Hoffa poked his head out to take a look. It turned out that there were piles and piles of gift bags under the trees. Each student could take one.
He wanted to know about the novice gift bags.
Hoffa showed a strange smile.
He didn't know if he would get an experience pill or a secret sword or something when he opened it.
He also followed behind his classmates and took one.
Of course, when he opened the gift bag, he didn't get the magic secret book he imagined. There was only a squeaking hamster, three crackling wizard salute, and a spring horn in the gift bag.
It was a good toy. If he was a few years younger, he would probably jump up in excitement, Hoffa thought.
And at the bottom of the gift bag. Hoffa saw a mask. A Santa Claus mask.
It was obviously a very ordinary mask, but Hoffa couldn't help but think of the masked man in the snow. He helplessly rubbed his temples.
He really lost his mind. Would it kill him to not think of that guy for a day?
Many students around him happily opened the gift bags and put on the various masks in the gift bags, laughing and joking with each other.
Some people had Santa Claus in their gift bags. Like Hoffa, after wearing it, they would have a big white beard. Some people wore reindeer heads with long antlers and bells on the antlers jingling. Some people wore sleds and socks on their heads. These wizard toys were very lifelike and much more realistic than the Muggle masks.
Looking at his classmates laughing happily, Hoffa frowned more and more. It was very strange. He couldn't feel any joy from his classmates playing around.
The shadows cast by the large antlers on the wall made him feel very uncomfortable. He had a strange thirst for food. He couldn't help but shake his head.
After a while, Hoffa, who recovered from the strange feeling, was ready to go to the auditorium.
But at this moment.
He smelled an inexplicably familiar smell in the air.
A smell that he was familiar with, but had forgotten.
It was the same smell as the last time in the rain in the hunting ground.
He shook his head hard again.
Were there any details that he could not remember?
The meditation technique began to work.
The tentacles of his spirit searched every corner of his memory.
Hoffa finally remembered the smell.
The secret room of the club.
It was the fragrance of violets.
He suddenly turned his head.
At the same time.
In the middle of a group of laughing students.
He saw the figure.
It was staring at him with its head tilted.
Thin, short, and blurry.
The figure under the mask was out of place with the surrounding environment.
It was as if everyone around couldn't see its existence.
The expression on the pale mask.
Was it a sneer?
As if pressing the ejection button, all the gifts in the gift bag fell from Hoffa's palm. The little hamster squeaked when it landed.
"Stop!"
He roared. Everyone around him looked at Hoffa in shock.
He stepped on the Christmas mask and chased after it.
This time, he would never let the other party escape!
He must know who was scheming against him in the dark.
The other party just tilted its head.
He turned around and quietly disappeared into the crowd.
Hoffa knocked away a few students who were holding gifts and ran after the figure.
The figure seemed to be walking slowly, but it was actually very fast. Hoffa could only follow it from a distance.
Even so, Hoffa didn't use Ghost Walk.
Ghost Walk consumed too much energy. He still had to keep a trump card to guard against the other party's threat.
They passed through the magnificent auditorium full of candles, through the magic corridor under the mistletoe, and through the open space of the school filled with snowmen.
They came to the spiral staircase of another tower. A group of Hufflepuff students walked down while talking and laughing. The masked figure turned sideways and slid through them.
Hoffa said to them anxiously, "Stop it, help!"
However, the group of Hufflepuff students were dumbfounded. They looked at each other and looked at Hoffa as if he was crazy.
"Stop what?"
"Who are you chasing?"
"Why don't you go to the banquet?"
The figure was about to disappear again.
Hoffa could only curse the group of Hufflepuffs as if they were blind.
He squeezed through the crowd and continued to chase.
They passed through three towers.
Gradually, the two of them were getting more and more remote, and there were fewer and fewer people around them.
The figure ran higher and higher on the stairs. It didn't have any destination, but every time it passed by the top of a tower, it would stop. It seemed to be looking for something.
But when Hoffa got close to it, it would quickly slip away. It was light and elegant like a breeze.
Hoffa squinted his eyes, wondering if he should use Ghost Walk.
Suddenly, the figure in front of him stopped. It turned its head sharply to the left, as if it had sensed a threat.
Then it quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
Hoffa slammed on the brakes and turned the corner, but he found that there was no one in the corridor. It had disappeared again.
Only a group of people in the oil painting looked at Hoffa curiously.
"Kid, this is not a place you should be."
"Who are you looking for?"
Ignoring the oil painting, Hoffa stopped, narrowed his eyes, and turned his head slightly.
He couldn't see the figure, but Hoffa knew that it hadn't disappeared. The presence was still there. It was nearby, but it had completely hidden itself.
He wasn't sure if it was using the Illusion Spell. After all, it was the figure who taught him the spell. If he could use it, it could use it too.
He took a deep breath, calmed his racing heart, took out his wand, and slowly walked in the corridor.
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