Chapter 32

The situation became extremely bad. Suddenly, Hoffa changed from an ordinary student to an ordinary student who was warned by the high level of the school.

The next time you do it again, you'll be fired.

Goshak's eyes are not joking with himself. He really does. On this point, Hoffa has no room for resistance. Got the magic body curse, even got the high-level ghost walk, but the fact that he was weak did not change.

At this moment, Hoffa realized that he was not the Savior, neither fame nor aura. He is only 11 years old, lack of accumulation, lack of strong capital, lack of real power to break the rules.

Hoffa can figure out who reported himself. But strangely, he was not angry, some were numb. He can't hate aglia any more. If she is a boy, I'm afraid Hoffa will not even use magic, but go up and beat each other with fists.

It's a pity that Hoffa has suffered from gender.

He can only accept the arrangement of the school and take it as an indispensable lesson.

All day long, he sat in class, expressionless, and did not communicate with anyone.

He is thinking about the future arrangement. First of all, he should complete all the tasks arranged by the school, eliminate the adverse effects of the Hogsmeade incident on himself, and become a low-key ordinary student again. Secondly, he can no longer let anyone find that he has violated the school rules. It is necessary to suspend all grey plans, explore schools in violation of regulations, and learn the knowledge in banned books for the time being.

How to be careful, how to do it.

Expulsion?

Hoffa can't let this happen. He is only 11 years old now. He has no relatives on the European continent. He has to depend on Hogwarts for the time being to survive.

At dinner, Hoffa returned to normal.

He began to talk and laugh with the students around him. There was no difference in peacetime.

In the middle of dinner, a senior came over. He handed Hoffa a letter.

There are two pieces of parchment inside. The first one says.

[at 5:30 every day, the gamekeeper will wait for you at the entrance of the forbidden forest. I hope you can find your own shortcomings when you work - ADBE goshak]

it's a letter of labor punishment.

There is also a parchment under the note.

Take out a look, Hoffa's heart cold half.

This is a score sheet. It's for the forest guards to sign and mark.

There are, excellent, good, ordinary, bad. Four scores.

After the ordinary column, it says (observation)

while after the bad column, it says (dismissal)

additional goals, honest for one month.

Hoffa sighs. That's his goal, and it's his obstacle. We must go beyond it before we can talk about the future development.

Looking at the time, it's five o'clock. It's only half an hour from the time marked on the letter. He gave up his plan for dinner, took two drumsticks from the table, put them in his pocket, said goodbye to Miranda and left in a hurry.

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outside the castle, a fuzzy hairy moon has risen, the sky is very dark, and the breeze is blowing Hoffa's hair. Rain is still in the patter, the rain wet his school robe.

The rain on the edge of the forbidden forest is much less. There are many tall trees here, and the air smells of rotten leaves.

As soon as he reached the edge of the forbidden forest, a large group of crows sprang out of the dark forest. They flew past the moon, as if they saw something ominous.

The hunting ground was empty. Hoffa stood at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest and stopped for a while. It was only when the crows stopped singing that he could see some notches on the tree in the last sunlight.

[Joey Dagger's house - do nothing]

Joey dagger?

It seems that this man is the current gamekeeper.

The only known gamekeeper in Hoffa is ruber Hagrid.

Hagrid won't come to Hogwarts for another two years. Naturally, there is no Hagrid's cabin here.

He had seen the current gamekeeper. He was a one eyed old man on horseback. He took him on the boat at the beginning of school and was responsible for putting up all kinds of school notices, but Hoffa didn't know him at all.

Let's settle down as we come.

Hoffa comforted himself.

"Fluorescent flashing."

With a whisper, a silver light lit up the darkness.

Hoffa held his wand high and pointed to a sheep's intestine path that gradually disappeared into the dark forest. Looking into the forbidden forest, he could see nothing clearly.

Hoffa tightened his tight robe and stepped into this familiar but strange forest.

He thought he could see the gamekeeper named Joey DAGO walking along the path.

But as he walked, he felt something was wrong, because when he came along the path to an oak tree, the path under his feet was divided into a fork in the road, leading to different directions."What the hell is going on..."

Hoffa muttered to himself. He took out the note goshak gave him and looked around. There was no map of the Forbidden Forest on it.

No way. The task is the task. He has to get to the gamekeeper before 5:30 or he'll be late. He put away the note, went to the fork in the road and yelled a few times.

"Mr. dagger?"

"Is it in, please?"

The voice echoed in the open forest, but no one answered.

Huo FA frowned. Could he choose only one way? But these three roads don't seem to make any difference at all.

He went to the oak tree in the middle of the three forks.

When Hoffa approached, he found some very simple but vivid patterns carved on the trees.

There are three pictures corresponding to three entrances.

On the left is a tower of lightning.

In the middle is a robed woman with scales.

On the right is a strange man hanging upside down from a tree.

Hoffa thought for a moment. It seems that he has seen these patterns in the school divination textbook, but he is not a good diviner. To be honest, he doesn't believe it.

For him, the obscure and indescribable sentence patterns of the divination teacher are more like Madman's babble. He can understand every word apart, but he can't understand it together.

In the face of this strange intersection, Hoffa has no good way.

He put away his wand, stood at three forks and touched the ground with his hand.

"You and I, big fool, snow white will marry him."

On the left.

Hoffa followed the path of the lightning tower.

As soon as he stepped into the woodland, his figure blurred a few times and disappeared into the forbidden forest.

The fog engulfed the road.

Aware of the mist in the forest at night, Hoffa narrowed his eyes and raised his wand.

The silver light of the wand lit up the surrounding roads, and Hoffa saw moss and colorful tiny fungi growing around the wet path at his feet. Some unknown fluorescent insects are flying in the dark. They disperse when they hear Hoffa's voice.

Not far along the road, a big tree with two people in arms reappeared in the middle of the road, firmly blocking Hoffa's direction.

"Damn it

Seeing the road blocked again, a trace of impatience came to Hoffa's mind.

What's the situation? Don't you let yourself come to the forbidden forest to look for the hunting ground guards? Why is the road either forked or blocked? Is there something wrong with the mind of the gamekeeper.

In Hoffa's impression, this generation of Hogwarts teachers are quite normal. How can they do such nonsense.

Annoyed, he went to the tree in the middle and tried to get around it from the side.

could walk to as like as two peas, and he saw three identical engravings printed on the tree.

A tower of lightning.

A woman in a robe with scales.

A strange man hanging upside down from a tree.

Hoffa's impatient expression gradually cooled down. Things are getting a little bit out of order.

A feeling of being peeped came, and the flying fluorescent insects around floated slowly towards Hoffa, and the number began to increase.

He drew out his wand and slowly began to retreat, trying to return to the exit.

But I just stepped back and found that I couldn't move my feet. Looking down, a dry black hand on the ground caught his ankle.

Hoffa's hair explodes.

He made a sudden effort, kicked open the palm of his hand, turned his head and ran back and forth.

Here's a look.

The fog is thicker.

Lala Lala ~

there were inexplicable laughter around.

Hoffa turned his head and saw that the tiny mushrooms growing in the damp and dark places on the ground suddenly swelled up and covered the trunk and the ground like parasites.

As the mushroom grows bigger and bigger, some patterns still split from the middle and continue to split. The patterns on the mushroom are like small faces. Some are laughing, some are fierce, and some are looking at themselves with a bent look...

they are squeezing from all directions. Hoffa is so frightened that the unexpected changes are beyond his expectation. The sudden crisis makes him sweat, and he only needs to know I can force myself to calm down.

He changed direction and started running again.

After a few steps, all the swelling mushrooms on the ground burst open, and the mucus shot everywhere. Countless black hands stretched out from the middle and held Hoffa firmly. The fireflies in the air cling to Hoffa's face, trying to get in through his skin.

Hoffa did not hesitate to enter the state of ghost walking.

In an instant, he broke away from the material world and entered the shadow world with only gray and white.

But the black hands around did not disappear. Instead, they grew more vigorously from the ground. Moreover, from the perspective of the shadow world, the whole forest has changed, like a living creature constantly moving.Black hand catches Hoffa in the shadow. The mushroom still stares at him. Countless insects get into his cheek, making him look weird and ferocious.

Damn it!

Hoffa's head was spinning fast.

It seems that this magic is not aimed at the body, but at the spirit.

Want to understand this, Hoffa expression is very dignified.

He didn't waste his magic any more and quit the ghost walk immediately.

Black hands almost submerge Hoffa. They drag Hoffa into the ground little by little, and they also make strange excited conversations with each other.

Hoffa closed his eyes and tried his best to purify his spirit. While thinking quickly about countermeasures.

Magic involves hallucinations, and most of the magic that can affect the spirit is related to dark magic, as Professor Meredith of Gryffindor said in class.

It can be defensive, it can be pure black magic, there is only a line between the two.

It's only a few hundred meters away from Hogwarts castle. Hoffa doesn't believe that someone can lay deep black magic here, so it must be some kind of strange defensive skill...

with the full operation of the mind, Hoffa's spirit began to become sharp from simplicity, the surrounding scenery and black hands began to blur, some grabbed Hoffa's arm and even began to scream, showing white Smoke.

It seems that what they grasp is not a person at all, but a piece of iron.

The insects attached to Hoffa crackled.

But Hoffa's resistance didn't make them retreat. Countless black hands poured out from the dark underground like tides, drowning Hoffa.

Hoffa closed his eyes, and his spirit radiated like a cobweb. Every spiritual touch turned into a steel needle, and each steel needle penetrated a black hand or a strange insect.

The whole spiritual world became a battlefield.

He's fighting against the unknown.

It was at the moment when the situation of the war was rapidly changing and there was no win or lose.

A strong force came from the unknown place. A man stretched out his hand, crossed the boundary between illusion and reality, held Hoffa's shoulder, and pulled Hoffa out of the control of those black hands.

Hiss!

It's like falling off the bed after falling asleep.

Hoffa was so excited that he suddenly opened his eyes, and the whole person swayed twice.

He came to his senses. Mushrooms, black hands, creeping forest, flying insects, all disappeared.

It was still drizzling with cold light rain. He was standing in front of an old oak tree at the entrance of the forbidden forest. His face was close to the trunk. In front of him was the picture of lightning hitting the tower.

Hoffa was pale and his fingers were cold.

He realized that he had gone so far that his body did not move.

When he fell into the dreamland, Hoffa didn't even know.

"You're early."

A husky but steady voice came from my side.

"It's five thirty. Why did you come here early?"

Hoffa turned his head and saw a weather beaten face. It was a one eyed man in his fifties. He was looking up and down at himself with his arms in his arms.