Chapter 48

After leaving hospital, Hoffa experienced his most wonderful time at Hogwarts School.

No one bothers him any more. It's like the collapse of the Soviet Union, the cease-fire in the Middle East and the disappearance of keyman in the universe.

The world is quiet at last.

Agraia stopped staring at him, but he stopped talking to him.

Instead, walk around him every time you see him, pretending you don't see him. Sometimes she would talk and laugh with other girls at the corner of the stairs. When Hoffa passed by, she would shut up and wait for him to go away.

Of course, Hoffa would try to walk around her politely, as if there was an invisible line between them. He thinks that as long as the other party can maintain this state, he does not mind meeting the other party's desire to be the boss.

December is coming quietly. It's getting colder and colder in England.

The sky is always a dazzling protein color, and the muddy ground is covered with a bright frost one morning. The mountains around the school are gray and covered with ice and snow, and the lake is as cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning, the view outside Ravenclaw tower is whiter.

Next to the students unconsciously put on a thick scarf and gloves. After class, they rub their hands in the corridor, ha out of a white fog.

There are also some senior students from the diagonal Lane mail order to buy a deformation of the blue flame, can continue to rub on the palm of the hand, but also free to adjust the temperature.

But Hoffa didn't have any of these. He didn't have any flames, no scarf or gloves, and no one took care of him when he came out of the orphanage. At that time, he felt that his winter clothes were too heavy, so he only carried a bag.

But now it seems that he is not thinking about it. The latitude of Britain is much higher than that of China. Because of the convenience of the map, it is frozen when it is cold.

In December, the weather became colder and colder. Thick, gray snowflakes were dancing in the sky, sealing every window, and the castle was much darker than usual in the daytime.

Fortunately, one morning, Miranda's Owl brought him two sweaters and a scarf Hoffa bought in London.

The delivery tired Miranda's Chestnut owl to death, and Hoffa felt guilty and distressed. He wanted to feed the owl a little hot pumpkin juice.

However, after throwing the clothes to Hoffa, the owl flew away without paying more attention to Hoffa.

"Your owl really has a personality."

Hoffa said to Miranda with emotion.

"It's just not used to eating strangers' food."

Miranda said.

As he was talking, Professor gorak suddenly appeared at Ravenclaw's table. Miranda immediately lowered her head. She seemed very reluctant to fight her grandfather.

But Professor goshak just glanced at his granddaughter, then took out a list and asked the students to fill in one by one.

It turned out to be a list of students who stayed in school for Christmas, and Hoffa naturally signed it without hesitation. If he doesn't stay in school, he's going back to the Wu's orphanage in London.

He didn't want to go back. To his surprise, Miranda signed the list.

"Don't you go home for the holidays? I mean, you must be a member of the wizarding family

"Yes." Miranda said with a smile, "but now there's only me and grandfather left in the family."

"What?"

Hoffa opened his mouth wide in surprise. He never asked about Miranda's family. "Then your parents...

" they are all dead. "

Miranda said calmly. She saw Hoffa's face and laughed.

"It's normal, isn't it? I dare say that one third of the students in this hall have their families died in the world war. Besides, when they died, I was a child, and I had no impression at all. "

Although she said that, Hoffa was still quite guilty and said, "I'm sorry."

Miranda's words gave him a deeper insight into the world.

One third of them...

if he remembers correctly, the father of this body, the Chinese American, also died in the first World War.

The Muggle war ended in 1918, 20 years from now.

I am 11 years old now, so the father of this body did not die in the Muggle war.

Is he also a wizard, a Chinese wizard?

The wizard conflict never ends.

Hoffa was thoughtful when he thought of the slogan he had posted.

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As time went by, the wind and snow became heavier. Most of the windows of the castle are closed, because they are blocked by snow, so the area on the windows is getting smaller and smaller.

Even if you look out, the outside is so white that you can't even distinguish the grassland from the Black Lake.

The castle in the snow makes Hoffa feel insecure. This picture always makes him feel like he is on the set.

Many students will use magic wands to transform the snow into various shapes. They even have Snowman competitions.Among the first-year students, agraia made a fat Welsh green dragon with a magic wand, which was more than ten meters high and lifelike, and attracted people's praise.

But Hoffa wasn't involved. He just walked down the corridor with a towel tight after class every day. Because outside are all kinds of flying snowballs controlled by magic, just like the snowy Iraq with gunfire. If you are not careful, you will be hurt by crazy students.

These days, apart from classes, Hoffa seldom goes out again. Even if he buys scarves and sweaters, he still doesn't want to leave the crackling fire in the common room. Every day he worked out the formula of the recovery Potion on paper.

Although he felt that maybe he would ask agraia now, she would probably tell him.

But Hoffa can't pull that face down.

On the second Sunday in December, Hoffa was in the common room studying the magic drug, while Miranda sat cross legged near him, reading a book.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise at the door. Agraia, who was playing with snow outside, appeared. She hesitated for a second at the door, then sat excitedly opposite Hoffa and Miranda.

She shook her hair. The snow on her silver hair splashed Hoffa's face. Hoffa quickly protected her parchment.

"It's a great thing. Guess what?"

Aglia excitedly told Miranda that she deliberately amplified the sound.

"The Ministry made you Minister?"

Miranda turned a page and laughed without looking up.

In fact, they have a good relationship. They can make fun of each other.

In fact, Miranda has a good relationship with anyone.

"Of course not. I'll tell you, Charles crouch is on a school assignment and may not be back for a long time."

"Charles crouch?"

Miranda turned another page of the book: "what, Charles crouch, what are you talking about?"

"The seeker! The seeker

Aglia elbowed herself excitedly up on the table.

"Crouch is the seeker of our college team. When he leaves, it's my turn to play? And this game is very important, the captain told me that if we can win Slytherin, we can reach the Quidditch final this year

Hoffa took out his wand, knocked on the water in front of him due to melting snow, and muttered: "waterproof and moisture proof."

Suddenly, the water was sucked away by the magic wand.

Miranda is still turning the page calmly.

"And then."

Agraia looked unhappy: "Miranda, don't tell me, you don't go out to watch the Quidditch game."

"I didn't say I wouldn't go," Miranda muttered

"Ha. That's about the same. I tell you, as long as I can help the Academy win the Academy cup, the position of the official seeker next year will definitely be mine With a wave of his fist, aglia was full of momentum.

Miranda asked curiously, "what about Charles crouch? Why doesn't he come to the game, or is it such an important game?

"Who knows, it's possible that the technology is out of date, or the school has other arrangements for him." Said agraia indifferently.

Then, as if she had just seen Hoffa next to Miranda, she cleared her throat and asked casually, holding her head high.

"And you?"

Hoffa had a reaction before she realized that she was talking to herself. It was the only communication they had had in a month since they were discharged from hospital.

"Well, go ahead."

Next second.

Outside the public rest room came a group of bear children's voice, and agraia ran out of the room again.

When she left, Miranda looked at him strangely.

She touched her glasses.

"It's strange that she should ask you whether to go or not."

Hoffa shrugged and spread the parchment on the table.

"Who knows."

Miranda looked out of the window, white and worried, and asked, "do you really want to see it, it's snowy?"

Hoffa sighed: "otherwise, didn't you persuade me to go to the field to cheer?"

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The next day, it was dark. Hoffa felt that someone was pushing himself in the dark. When he woke up, it was his roommate William. He changed his dressing gown on the four legged bed next door.

"Hurry up, Hoffa, it's very early!"

Hoffa poked his head out and touched the alarm clock. It was only half past six. It's killing to get up at half past six in winter.

He scolded agraia in his heart, regretted that he had eased the relationship with her, and turned over to go back to sleep.

But all the roommates woke up and they talked about it together. Imagine what the first game of Ravenclaw might produce.

It was hard for Hoffa to ignore them, so he had to turn over and sit up. Yawning and changing clothes.

Grand occasion? It doesn't exist. At that time, under the heavy snow, you can't even see clearly.In the auditorium, Hoffa sat on the table with a plate, yawning and filling the pumpkin porridge.

There were few people in the auditorium at this time.

After a while, a blue figure sat opposite him.

It's agraia, now she's put on her bright blue team gown, staring pale at a bowl of cereal.

She estimated that it was her first time to participate in a formal competition, but she was still a little nervous.

"You have today, too." Seeing no one around, Hoffa drank porridge with a spoon and muttered, "I won't go to see it for fear of losing face."

"Shut up," she glared at Hoffa. "Just watch how I beat Slytherin."

With that, she began to have porridge.

A simple way to motivate. Hoffa thought.

Other members also took their seats one after another. All the tables of the four colleges were full of discussions. Many people with banners and painted faces sat on the table. We can see the popularity of Quidditch in this world.

After breakfast, a large number of students and teachers swarmed out. The crowd gathered on the field.

Hoffa used to take Harry's perspective when he was reading, and he also dreamed of flying in the center of the Quidditch stadium, becoming the focus of attention.

It's a pity that the sky didn't work out. Reality made a joke on him. He had no Quidditch talent in his life. You can only experience the perspective of passers-by.

With the shrill whistle of flight teacher Pario.

Quidditch players squeaked their feet out of the knee deep snow. They stepped on the broom and flew in the sky.

The crowd cheered, and the commentator spoke impassively about the merits and demerits of each team.

The seeker is generally light and agile, and is also the fastest flying player in the team. As Hoffa expected, because of the snow in the sky. The average player's body shape is not clear, let alone the smallest seeker.

He had to distinguish carefully to see the position of aglia clearly. Many times, as soon as he saw it, the figure disappeared immediately.

Hoffa had the habit of watching football in his previous life, and he knew about sports, but it was a hundred times more difficult to understand than football.

Take the game, football is a 2.5D game, coupled with professional broadcast and playback. It's like watching the lol game, all kinds of information and wonderful scenes are clear at a glance.

But Quidditch, it's 3D. It's like watching the vanguard's game. It doesn't bring commentary and playback. It's very shaking. Often when the audience cheered, Hoffa realized what was going on.

But when he paid more attention, the wonderful scene was over.

After a few minutes, Hoffa was dazzled. There are too many live balls and all kinds of balls are flying around. He doesn't know which ball he should pay attention to, and he can't get the cool point of the game.

What's more, the golden lines on the arms were hungry again, and it began to devour the magic.

Hoffa was a little speechless, so he stood up silently, walked out from a group of cheering students, and walked down the high stand.

Quidditch won't be able to finish the game for a while and a half. He wants to find a quiet place to meditate and recover.

Now the number of times gold tattoos absorb magic is gradually decreasing. Hoffa doesn't know why.

Out of the noisy arena, Hoffa felt relaxed. It's like a fish back in the ocean.

He stood in the white snow and stretched himself, thinking that as long as he didn't go far away, he would meditate nearby. Come back when you hear the cheers.

After half an hour of meditation, the magic devour is over.

Hoffa shook the snow on his body, but as he was about to return to the field, he saw a familiar figure in the castle.

It's Joey. He stormed down the castle. He was followed by Professor goshak.

Joey looked a little excited. He and goshak said something out loud. With that, he kicked away the thick snow on the ground and left the castle with a big stride in anger.