A legendary figure must have a legendary heart.
Christmas was over, a new semester, and a new year.
Hoffa gathered his thoughts and set off again.
But this time, he did not wait for fate to control him. He wanted to take the initiative to fight.
This was about his spirit and fate.
With just a few words, the dark personality Mille had become his inner demon. If he could not defeat him, Hoffa felt that he would never have any hope in his life.
He could only live in this world and do nothing.
The first thing Huo Fa had to do was to understand him.
On the first day of the new semester, Miranda did not come to the magic class as usual.
Ghoshak did not even deduct any marks for this class. He did not even mention it.
In the class, Hoffa could see the dark circles and fatigue under the old man's eyes. He was not as energetic as before.
What happened on Christmas Day was also a huge blow to him.
After class, Hoffa did not leave immediately. He stood up and walked to Ghoshak.
"Professor, wait a minute."
Gochak glanced at him in surprise, but he didn't move.
Aglaia nodded slightly at him. The students walked past him in a hustle and bustle. In the end, only Hoffa and Ghoshak were left in the classroom.
This was the first time Hoffa was alone with Professor Ghoshak after Christmas.
"I want to understand Miranda," Hoffa said directly. He ignored Ghoshak's shocked expression.
"I want to know why she destroyed the teleportation circle and why Mille is here."
After a while, Ghoshak finally reacted. He took two steps and sat on the table with his fingers crossed.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
"I know," Hoffa said calmly. "I've thought it through. I want to understand her."
"Can I know why?" Ghoshak did not refute. He only asked a question.
"You have to get up from where you fell. That's what you said. Now I'm up, but I have to prevent myself from falling again. "
Ghoshak was still thinking about Hoffa's suggestion.
"Bach, you're just a first-year student. You helped me once that night, and that was enough. "
"Miranda is also a first-year student." Hoffa said calmly.
Ghoshak didn't refuse directly, but after thinking for a moment, he stood up and walked out. "Bach, you're just an outsider. This has nothing to do with you."
"It has nothing to do with me?"
Hoffa stood in front of Ghoshak and stopped him.
"Do you think I'll be hunted down by a dark sorcerer in the forbidden forest for no reason? Or do you think I'll let the same thing happen twice?"
"It won't happen again, I promise you."
"Can you guarantee that you'll be at school every day and watch over her every day? Let's not talk about whether or not you can watch over her. How much time will you have at school in the future? With the war in Europe about to break out, how much attention can you spare to take care of her? I heard from Principal Dippet that you'll be going to Romania with him soon. "
"Shut up!"
Ghoshak couldn't take it anymore. He returned to his usual swift and decisive self, Principal Ravenclaw.
"You're not allowed to mention this."
"You're afraid that she'll find out."
Hoffa exposed Ghoshak's aggressiveness.
"You're afraid that Mille will find out that you're not here. Once you leave, she'll appear, right? Other than you and me, no one else in this school can see her. "
"Enough!"
Ghoshak waved his hand angrily and no longer looked at Hoffa. He stood up. "I agree to your request, but I'll only give you one more lesson in private. Come to my office at seven tonight. The new password for my office is Mars. I hope you won't be late. "
Hoffa's lips curled into a smile.
"Of course I won't be late."
That night, Hoffa told Aglaia that he was going to give extra lessons, but he didn't expect that it would cause her to react violently.
"I didn't dare to sleep for several nights. Miranda must know something. She always looks at me strangely. If you ask me, sending her to Saint-Mango Psychiatry is the best solution. "
At night, on the narrow bridge outside the common room, Aglaia suggested this to Hoffa.
Hoffa: "I don't think psychological problems can be solved with magic. Your solution is too violent."
"Oh, you can save that for Ghoshak. I heard from my family that this old man is famous for his cold-bloodedness in the European wizarding world. I'll bet you five nats that he'll definitely let you learn some advanced defensive spells to deal with Miranda … "
Aglaia probably had a stomach full of resentment because she didn't sleep well for several nights.
She wanted to complain, but Hoffa could only listen in silence.
When it was almost seven o 'clock, Hoffa left the tower in Ravenclaw and went to the Astronomical Tower where Professor Ghoshak was.
Passing through the corridor full of astral telescopes and speculators, Hoffa stood in front of the oil painting and said, "Mars."
The oil paintings were separated. Hoffa climbed up the spiral stone steps and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
A faint voice came from the office.
Huo Fa pushed the door open and entered. The room was still the same as before, plain and simple. Huo Fa noticed one detail.
All the oil paintings on the wall had disappeared. Professor Ghoshak had put them away.
"You're very punctual, Hoffa."
Ghoshak said in front of the wooden table, "Sit down."
He pointed at an empty wooden chair in front of him.
After Huo Fa sat down, he saw a black scroll in front of him. The edges of the scroll were engraved with mysterious runes and symbols.
Hoffa was very familiar with this item. It was the Book of Spells.
Half a year ago, when he was learning Illusion Spell in the secret room of the Violet Society, he used this item. Like the Meditation Basin, this item could record other people's memories, but the memories had to be related to spells.
Ghoshak didn't waste any time and went straight to the point.
Ghoshak said, "To control the dark personality Mille, I think you need a very powerful control spell. And the best way to learn magic was undoubtedly to watch other adepts casting spells on the spot. For this, I borrowed the precious Book of Spells from Headmaster Dippet as my teaching tool. Today, I'm going to take you back to — "
"Ahem, please wait a moment, professor."
Hoffa interrupted Ghoshak.
Ghoshak frowned unhappily. "What's wrong?"
"I want to know more about her first. You have to tell me the whole story. How Miranda was planted by Grindelwald, and the reason for the estrangement between you and her. "
After a moment of silence, Ghoshak said in a deep voice, "Few first-year students are as bold as you."
"I want to solve the problem." Hoffa looked at Ghoshak calmly.
Ghoshak frowned and looked at the ceiling for a while. Then he crossed his fingers and said calmly,
"Adepts possess extraordinary power, so naturally, they have extraordinary responsibilities as well. This world is not peaceful. There are too many reasons for wizards to fight over, and land resources are one of them.
Every year, the school will send students to the areas where wizards are fighting over. Some of these students are still in school, and some have already graduated. And Miranda's parents are also members of the dispatched team. "
"Who sent them?" Hoffa asked. "Was it you?"
After a long time, Ghoshak nodded slowly.
"They were killed by a German dark Wizard. Miranda was in great pain, and she believed that her parents' death was my fault."
Ghoshak's eyes moved to Hoffa's ear. "Including your friend Indor, who was once Nimon's friend. Of course, he also believed that I killed Miranda's parents. I don't deny this, but in the face of war, I don't have much of a choice. "
"Miranda has been very talented in magic spells since she was young. Especially after the death of her parents, she showed an unparalleled learning speed in the field of curses. However, this was not a good thing for a young girl. Excessive exposure of extraordinary talent would attract unnecessary covetous eyes. But by the time I realized it, it was already too late. Grindelwald took a fancy to her and hoped to nurture her into a capable subordinate. He planted a magic seed in her brain, and this seed will devour her emotions and magic to grow until it replaces her original personality. "
After a pause, Ghoshak continued slowly.
"I'm sure you've seen Schmidt Luttloff before. He's the product of being completely devoured by the Spirit Seed. Grindelwald has done this to many people. He's very good at manipulating people's minds. I left Miranda at the school in hopes that she could defeat her own dark personality with the help of the other teachers and students. But it seems that things didn't go as planned. Her condition is getting worse and worse. Maybe after this school year, I will take her out of school. "
After Ghoshak finished speaking, Hoffa felt uncomfortable. When school started, he thought that he had found a golden thigh, but now it seemed that every family had their own problems.
Ghoshak said indifferently, "I am very grateful that you took the initiative to come to me, but it is not enough to just understand Miranda. What you really need to understand is Grindelwald."
He took out the Book of Spells, placed the scroll on the table, and slowly unfolded it.
Hoffa didn't notice it last time, but this time he saw it clearly.
As the dilapidated and ancient scroll was opened, two complicated symbols appeared on the scroll.
One was the palm, and the other was the eye.
Ghoshak pointed at the scroll with his wand and explained, "The palm represents the attempt, and the eye represents the observation. The attempt can be tried many times, and is usually used to force learning curses. The observation can only be observed once, and is usually used to learn potions or transformations. With all due respect, with your magic power and talent, I don't think you can beat Miranda in curses. "
After that, Ghoshak pointed at the scroll with his wand and silently said, "Unseal.
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A white light gushed out from the eye on the scroll, and in the blink of an eye, it flowed through the entire scroll. It was the same as the last time.
The next second, the white light shone, and Hoffa and Ghoshak's eyes lost their light, and Zizi collapsed on the table.
…
…
Just like before, Hoffa experienced a white space without space, time, or matter.
Finally, the white slowly disappeared.
When his vision returned to normal, he found himself standing on a small island, surrounded by a dark blue sea.
His ears were filled with the sound of seabirds. Hoffa was now on a red sandstone plateau surrounded by cliffs. Many different species of seabirds lived on the colorful sandstone below his feet, and the air was so clean that it was almost transparent.
On the other side of the island, there was a small village. Simple wooden houses dotted the forest in twos and threes, and it was a little far away from here.
This time, the perspective was not as rigid as the previous time. This time, Hoffa felt more like he was looking at memories in a meditation basin.
Hoffa asked, "Where is this, Professor?"
"Helgoland Island, 1928. This story belongs to Principal Dippet Amando, and I hope you can learn something from it. "
After that, he led Hoffa to walk on the sandstone plateau.
After a while, Hoffa saw a row of wizards standing on the edge of the cliff, their robes flapping in the sea breeze.
Huo Fa walked to the front of the row of wizards and paced back and forth.
A half-bald old man in a silver-white robe stood alone on the cliff with a solemn expression. His robe fluttered in the strong wind.
Amando Dippet, the current headmaster. He looked a lot straighter than he did at the beginning of the semester, unlike the hunchback he had at the beginning of the semester.
Behind him stood a row of people.
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat when he saw the row of people.
They were all wearing masks, pale masks with simple patterns on them.
They were exactly the same as the people he saw in the paintings on the walls of the Violet Society.
Ghoshak took the initiative to explain to Hoffa, "These are the members of the Violet Society, one of the top societies in Hogwarts."
Hoffa asked, "What's the relationship between the principal Dippet Amando?"
Ghoshak said, "The immediate leader. Some of the Violet Society graduates directly into the British Royal Family and become court wizards."
A mystery was slowly solved. Hoffa finally knew why the Dippet Amando brought flowers into the Violet Society's secret room on Christmas Day.
He was the leader of this group of wizards.
Just like the relationship between Dumbledore and the Phoenix Society.
He walked around the group of people and saw a man wearing fairy earrings in the middle of the third row.
Nimon Ghoshak.
Ghoshak's gaze lingered on the man for a long time before he slowly said, "In the observation mode of the Book of Spells, the observer and the observed cannot interact. Because what you experience is just a record of the Book of Spells. "
Perhaps he was afraid that Hoffa did not understand, so he added a few words. But it was more like he was talking to himself.
Not long after, a ship with black smoke slowly came from the sea. It was not a ship, but an old warship, a very old warship.
Hoffa's only impression of this ship was from a history book in his previous life — a few old photos depicting the naval war between Japan and China.
Dippet Amando said in a deep voice, "They're here."
All of the masked adepts around him took out their wands with a solemn look on their faces and disappeared one after another. Miranda's father was one of them. Nimon Ghoshak.
But the Dippet did not move.
He stood alone on the cliff and looked at the coast.
Hoffa's attention was on the sea. After the warship docked, a dozen people walked down.
They were also wizards, but they did not use Mirage. Instead, they climbed up the cliff step by step.
The leader was an extremely handsome middle-aged man. He had neatly combed white hair, deep green eyes, and a tall figure. He was wearing a black trench coat.
When he came to the cliff, the man raised his arm and stopped all his followers. Then he walked alone to the Dippet Amando.
Hoffa's eyes stayed on the wizard for a long time. He could guess the man's identity.
Sure enough, the Dippet Amando said in a hoarse voice, "Grindelwald, where is the thing I want?"
Grindelwald Gellert!
The previous Dark Lord.
Hoffa slowly walked closer and looked up and down at Dumbledore's lifelong enemy, the man who was rumored to be able to make Old Deng come out of the closet.
He was not a ferocious monster like Lord Voldemort. Instead, he was more like a graceful general. Just a glance at him was enough to make one's heart sway and yearn for him.
Hoffa's eyes stayed on Grindelwald's waist for a long time.
There was the handle of a wand.
The Elder Wand, the most powerful wand in the world.
It was one of the three Sacred Artifacts of Death. As long as three of them were gathered, one could surpass death.
The handsome middle-aged man revealed a smile that could charm thousands of girls.
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