He wanted to ask Dumbledore where he should sit, but Dumbledore had already disappeared into the crowd without a trace. He didn't even come to sit at the table.
Seeing the people around him sit down one after another, Hoffa's heart began to beat like a drum. The feeling of being separated from the crowd was even more uncomfortable than the cold wind in Hörheim.
However, an unexpected person suddenly appeared to help him.
Aglaia inadvertently passed by him, coughed slightly, and pointed to a seat.
"Sit there."
With that, she left.
Hoffa silently sat down. Ten minutes after he sat down, Aglaia and another senior girl chatted and laughed as they walked over. She lifted her sky blue pleated dress and sat down next to him.
She didn't act like she was familiar with Hoffa. In fact, most of the time, Aglaia would pretend that he didn't exist. She also never showed any signs of easing their relationship in front of anyone.
She kept chatting with the people next to her. Children in this era socializing was like children in the future playing with their phones. It was almost instinctive.
The topic of conversation was a man named Albert Bott.
He was the director of the International Affairs Department of the Ministry of Magic and was an important Christmas guest invited by Professor Slughorn. It was rumored that the two were classmates during the Hogwarts.
"I can't believe that Professor Slughorn was able to invite Albert Bute."
A tall boy said, "My uncle invited him several times, but he didn't come. He's too busy."
Miranda across the table smiled, "Bott? I've heard of him. He's a good politician and a famous pacifist. "
"Yeah." Aglaia replied with a smile.
"I heard that he's preparing to sign a peace agreement with Germany. I don't know if it's true."
"I think the Ministry of Magic's approach is a bit rash."
"I don't agree."
The people around expressed their opinions on the Ministry of Magic's current politics.
Hoffa didn't believe in verbal politics and wasn't interested in the topic of the students' debate.
He obediently sat next to Aglaia and didn't say a word. He used his fingers to pick at the tablecloth under the table.
After a while, he saw that the people around him were chatting.
Aglaia suddenly lowered her head and said with disdain, "Bott is a weak piece of trash. His policies are only compromise and protest. There's nothing else."
Hoffa looked up in surprise. Aglaia was talking to someone else again. The change in attitude was so fast that Hoffa wasn't sure if it was his imagination.
Suddenly, a warm applause at the door.
The chubby Slughorn walked in with a slightly balding middle-aged Adept.
The wizard seemed to be a bit, but he was still quite happy.
Slughorn pulled out a chair and said in a loud voice, "Sit here, Abbott. I've prepared a small banquet for you tonight."
"Oh, you're too considerate. I'm exhausted from rushing here from the ministry." The middle-aged Magus said.
. and and Said Bott.... Many people around them Bott and greet and greto gren and Bott.
Bott Bott, Director of the International Affairs Department of the Ministry of Magic?
Huo Fa took another look at the man and felt some sympathy for him.
Being the Director of the International Affairs Department in this day and age wasn't a good job. In times of war, these high-ranking officials could become the target of public opinion at any time. Even worse, it was normal for them to lose their lives.
During the Lord Voldemort War, two consecutive directors of the Ministry of Magic didn't end well. One of them was even tortured to death, not to mention these ordinary directors.
Not long after he sat down, the table was full.
But Dumbledore still didn't appear.
Hoffa could see that Miranda was sitting next to Bott, the Director of the International Affairs Department. She had been chatting with him, looking like a little fangirl.
A few boys came over to Aglaia. They seemed to want to sit closer to this beautiful girl. For this reason, they looked at Hoffa with jealousy and dissatisfaction.
In their eyes, Huo Fa was definitely a subordinate who had arrived here in advance and quickly occupied the advantageous terrain.
Before eating, everyone began to pray.
Hoffa didn't know what to pray at all. He followed behind the others, clasping his hands together and opening and closing his mouth, making up the numbers.
As soon as Slughorn finished his prayer, someone on the side questioned Hoffa's identity.
"This is …?"
A burly third-year boy asked. His face was full of dissatisfaction.
It was as if Hoffa had stolen his position.
Hoffa didn't say anything. Even Aglaia didn't have time to speak.
"His name is Hoffa Bach. He's a transformation expert. Haven't you heard of him? "
Unexpectedly, it was Tom Riddle who spoke up for him. He leaned lazily on the chair and said in a very elegant manner, "If you haven't heard of him, you can only blame yourself for being ignorant."
Everyone looked at each other.
Hoffa was a little embarrassed. To be honest, he would rather be forgotten by everyone than be remembered by Lord Voldemort.
Of course, no matter what Tom said, he wasn't the future Lord Voldemort yet. Right now, he was just a small character that no one cared about, just like Hoffa.
At this time, the main characters at the table were Slughorn and Abbott.
Hoffa didn't care what the people around him were talking about or what they thought of him. All he could do was eat in silence.
At first, Hoffa's attention was on the food. On one hand, he was really hungry. On the other hand, the gossip that others talked about had nothing to do with him, and he wasn't interested.
But after three rounds of drinking, the director of the International Affairs Department drank a little too much. He talked more and more, and the topic was more and more sensitive.
Abbott said, "Horace, burp. I work in the International Affairs Department of the Ministry of Magic, and I know some more advanced information. I heard that the Hogwarts caught two foreign wizards and locked them in the school. Is that true?"
Abbott's words caused everyone to exclaim softly. Hoffa's hand that was cutting the steak paused.
Of course he knew about the two foreign wizards. They must be the two Schmidt Rutterov's men that Dumbledore caught. Did the Ministry of Magic already know about this?
"Ah? Is that so? "Slughorn laughed dryly. Why haven't I heard about it?
"Old friend, this is wrong." Abbott took a sip of wine and stared straight at the director.
"Maybe those foreign wizards are a little vulgar and don't know etiquette. But when it comes to this kind of thing, it's better to report it to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible. "
"For this kind of thing, you should talk to Headmaster Dippet. He … "
When he heard Slughorn mention this, Abbott was a little annoyed.
"Amando is very busy. Ever since he became the headmaster of the Hogwarts in 1793, he's been very busy every day! Even the Minister of Welfare has a hard time meeting him. "
"I can understand, Abbott."
Slughorn poured him a glass of wine to appease him.
Abbott raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp. His face was slightly red as he burped.
"All in all, Hogwarts' attitude and stance are not in line with the current tone of the Ministry. The Minister of Welfare wanted to resolve the last Hogsmeade incident through negotiation. "
Slughorn heard that the topic was a little sensitive and immediately tried to smooth things over.
"Of course, Headmaster Dippet and the four academies. We have always been very supportive of the work of the Ministry of Magic. You know, whether it's Hector Welfare or Locan Myklede before, we are all … "
"Is that so?" Abbott asked suspiciously.
"I heard that you have a teleportation circle in the Observatory. It's used to send young wizards to very sensitive areas. For example, Polynesia, Martinique, Heligoland. "
He swirled his glass of wine.
"This will affect the peace of the wizarding world. Slughorn, you should advise Headmaster Dippet more."
"Haha, of course — burp."
Slughorn was a little absent-minded. His attention turned to Tom Riddle. He handed him a plate with his thick fingers.
"Eat more caviar, Tom. It's good for you."
Abbott was still nagging.
But Hoffa was starting to feel uneasy.
He sat in the corner and used his fork to draw circles on the ice cream with an expressionless face.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.
Finally, Hoffa slowly put down his fork. He knew where the uneasiness came from.
The Astronomical Tower.
In Indor's letter, he clearly told him that the new teleportation circle in Hogwarts was placed in the Astronomical Tower.
Now, Abbott mentioned the Astronomical Tower.
He knew what the masked man was looking for.
In the snow, it exploded in the wrong place.
Now, it was looking for the correct location of the teleportation circle.
He turned his head and looked at Abbott's boring political speech. The people around him were listening absent-mindedly. Slughorn was a little embarrassed. Miranda supported her chin with her hand. Aglaia pursed her lips with a look of disdain.
Tom Liddell, on the other hand, was playing with his fork on the table as he listened to Abbott with great interest.
Hoffa rose slowly to his feet and said softly to Aglaea, "Don't worry.
"I'm going to the toilet."
Aglaia made a sound of acknowledgment.
Hoffa nodded apologetically to the people around him and turned to leave the table.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, he took out his wand from his waist and tapped it on his arm.
"Dillon Clement."
With a soft incantation, Hoffa's body disappeared from Slughorn's office. He quietly slipped out of the office and ran in the castle.
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