Chapter 61

After learning the magic of grindevo, Hoffa bid farewell to Joey and rushed to school. He hoped to tell goshak about it and get more information about Miller and grindevo.

However, when he ran to the school breathlessly, the school suddenly became empty. He ran to his own classroom, which was also empty.

He wanted to ask other teachers, so he went to the third floor where the teacher's office was the most. It was not only empty, but also he found that the door of Slughorn's office was open, which was in a mess, and all kinds of precious utensils were smashed in a mess, which made people surprised.

Hoffa stepped on the glass on the ground and looked up. There was no one in the office. He began to feel uneasy.

What's going on?

He rushed to the school hall. When he ran to the hall, he finally saw one or two senior students rushing out of the corridor.

Hoffa rushed to catch a senior student and said anxiously, "Hey, where are the people? Are there teachers and students in the school?"

The student looked at him as if he were mentally retarded.

"Are you stupid? Today is the Quidditch final. Why don't you go to the final and stay here?"

The final?

Hoffa had some doubts.

He remembers the Quidditch final very well, and agraia reminds him almost every day. It should be next week. Why did it start a week earlier.

"It's normal for Professor Dumbledore to advance the final schedule."

"Today is the Quidditch final of the school. The final is between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Would you like to join us? "

Final, are goshak and other professors watching the Quidditch final?

Hoffa followed several senior students and ran to the final arena. Sure enough, there were a lot of people here. Under the bright sunlight, the blue eagle flag and the Red Lion Flag are floating in the air.

He didn't see goshak, nor did any of the other teachers. He only saw the tall curly haired Quidditch teacher, Pario, with two rows of Quidditch players standing beside him.

Ravenclaw in blue and Gryffindor in red.

At the moment, agraia was standing on the lawn with a handful, looking left and right. She had a brand-new broom in her hand, and there were some big words on the handle of the broom.

Oak arrow - 79

seeing Hoffa running from the castle, aglia suddenly stood on tiptoe and walked out of the team with a broomstick.

"Hello! Hey, where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time

This time, she did not worry about the eyes of people around, anxiously said.

"I'm looking for goshak. Will goshak watch the game again?" Hoffa asked.

Agraia stamped his feet in a hurry.

"Oh, don't worry about goshak. All the deans and principals have gone to Romania today."

Hoffa's face was a little pale, and the excitement of learning to hold the broken hand was dispelled by the news. Recently, he was addicted to learning incantations and taking care of Maya. He didn't realize that may came so fast!

"Isn't..."

aglia took a few deep breaths and said in a deep voice, "Miranda is missing."

Hoffa was a little pale.

Agraia: "I haven't seen her since I got up in the morning, but she left me a note."

Then she handed the note to Hoffa.

Let's go. I can't control it. 】

Hoffa's feet shook and his eyes widened.

"Damn it! As soon as the professors left, Miller couldn't hide! "

She took a gray cloth bag out of her pocket and handed it to Hoffa.

"It's a magic recovery potion. Go find her. I've asked the owl to inform San mungo. They'll send someone over soon."

Hoffa took the bag and opened it.

It's full of more than a dozen tubes of magic recovery potions.

Without time to thank agraia, Hoffa immediately asked, "where's Dumbledore?"

He knew that headmaster dipert had left Dumbledore to take care of the school.

"Dumbledore told us to start the final in advance. He probably felt something. He didn't trust us to stay inside the school, so he found a reason to gather us out," aglea said quickly

Hoffa followed aglia's fingers.

Sure enough, he saw Dumbledore at the height of the stands, but he looked dignified, not as excited as before.

Hoffa immediately understood why Dumbledore did it. Although he can't see Miller, he can feel Miller's existence. Does that mean something is about to happen?

Miranda has to be found.Hoffa picked up the bag, turned and ran.

"Be careful!" Agraia's voice came from behind.

But Hoffa was too busy to answer.

He rushed into the empty castle of the school.

The mental field is open.

Within 50 meters of his mental field, all the objects were as if they were alive. All kinds of information poured into Hoffa's brain.

Yes, he felt the breath, the spiritual energy of darkness.

It's around you, and it's getting more and more intense.

Not long after running, he followed the breath and saw Miller walking slowly among the steps of Ravenclaw tower. As he walked, he turned a thick black stick like a pencil.

Hoffa was livid when he saw the stick.

He stole Schmidt rutroff's wand from his dorm.

Miller saw him, too. He raised his wand and waved to him ostentatiously.

Needless to say.

This time, Hoffa did not hesitate to catch up.

For so many months, he was waiting for this day.

With more than a dozen magic recovery potions, he is no longer afraid of each other.

Miller was very calm. He lit the railing with his wand and walked leisurely through the castles.

From time to time, it turned over and jumped down the rail, and quickly changed its position with the help of the revolving stairs.

Hoffa learns to jump off the railing, but Miller smiles sarcastically and taps on the wall with Schmidt's wand.

Suddenly, a flight of stairs to meet Hoffa stopped in mid air. Hoffa fell straight from seven stories.

Although Hoffa didn't expect such a sudden change, he didn't panic. He swung his wand, turned it into a long whip, and firmly tied it to the stone Eagle Statue on the wall of the castle.

There is no focus in the air. Hoffa squints his eyes. Under the guidance of the mental field, a stone hand naturally grows on the wall and catches Hoffa in mid air. Hoffa stepped on the wall of the castle, dozens of feet above the ground.

The changing whip of the wand slowly retracts.

The oil paintings on the wall exclaimed.

Miller also tilted his head, only the face of his mouth conveyed a sense of astonishment.

Then he pulled up the corner of his mouth, nodded to Hoffa, and quickly turned away.

Hoffa made great strides to catch up with him. He ran on the wall like this. With each step, a stepping stone would naturally grow under his feet to help him chase quickly.

Miller is getting faster and faster.

The surrounding scenery changes rapidly, gradually familiar, Hoffa followed Miller to the school's Club tower, here, Miller disappeared without a trace.

But Hoffa knows where it went.

Deep in the club tower, the door of violet club's secret room is open. What does Miller want to do when he brings himself here?

Hoffa slowed down and walked cautiously.

This is the second time he's been inside the club chamber.

Deep in the dark basement.

As the brazier on the wall swayed, Miller sat on the stone platform and looked at Hoffa with great interest.

"I'm more and more interested in you. It's only a few months. I'm making great progress." It said softly.

Hoffa didn't answer. He looked around.

It's different from last time. In addition to the oil painting, there are several thick chains scattered on the ground, and there are some dark brown mottled blood stains on the ground, as if several people had been held here.

It's just that all the chains have been broken, cut off by the sharp spell.

Obviously, the director of the Ministry of magic Albert said that the two black wizards that Hogwarts caught were locked up in violet's secret room.

But now the chain is broken, which means that the black wizard has been released.

"Miller!"

Hoffa raised his head and growled.

"I'm glad you finally got my name right, Hoffa Bach."

It sneered: "however, after the defeat that night, you still dare to stand in front of me, who gives you the courage."

"Cut the crap. Where's Miranda?" Hoffa asked darkly.

"Oh, she has more important things to do..."

Hoffa didn't want to talk to him. He blinked and disappeared.

Ghost walk!

The magic wand instantly turned into a silver lion's head boxer and wrapped his arm. This time, the boxer was more ferocious and exaggerated than the last time.

Hoffa didn't keep his hand and hit Miller on the head with a heavy blow.

Boom!

Miller, the Faceless Man, was hit by the blow and his head rolled 360 degrees. He flew out and hit the wall with a slap. In the blink of an eye, the wall stretched out a stone hand, firmly fastened Miller, and bound him so that he could not move."What do you want to do?" Hoffa asked.

"Want to fight? Now is not the time

He twisted his head into a twist, but still said with a smile: "you are on the wrong side, Hoffa Bach. Today I will prove to you how powerful a correct idea is."

With that, he turned into black smoke and disappeared.

No!

Hoffa turned his head, and the door of the violet chamber was closing quickly.

He immediately opened the ghost walk, all the stone steps in front of him were scattered, and Hoffa turned into a remnant shadow, rubbed the entrance and went out again.

Take a deep breath and calm down quickly.

This guy is making a fuss. He leads himself to the violet chamber and tries to shut himself in. He must be fighting for time.

The release of the black wizard means Schmidt rutrov is nearby.

Dumbledore has no skills to protect his students at the Quidditch stadium.

I have to find Miranda quickly. She is the source of all this.

Where would she be?

Sky Tower!

That's right!

It must be in the tower.

As he thought about it, Hoffa quickly walked through the empty castle, and this time, Miller was nowhere to be seen.

After having a certain mental field, he can gradually feel the emotion of the environment. It's a force of extermination, darkness, destruction.

Running up Ravenclaw's tower and through the hallway in the air, Hoffa comes to the door of goshak's office.

It's no longer as quiet as it used to be. Broken astroscopes are thrown everywhere. All the mirrors are shattered. There's glass slag on the ground. The ground is covered with crushed metal.

On the wall, Hoffa saw the crazy magic scratches, as if there were countless sharp nails across the blackboard.

Just looking at these scratches, Hoffa seems to be able to feel Miranda's inner struggle and madness. She can no longer control herself.

Two paintings on the wall are torn in half. In the picture, Nemon and Alice stay in the corner of the painting, looking at Hoffa sadly.

"Mars."

Said Hoffa.

The anticipated opening does not appear, and Nemon goshak shakes his head.

"No way."

Right? Hoffa's heart thumped. Goshak changed the password?

"Order? "

" not right. " Nemon still shakes his head.

Hoffa thought about the password that goshak might use.

"Violet?" He asked tentatively.

There was no response to the blank portrait.

"Who changed the password, Miranda or Adebayor?" Hoffa asked

"Miranda," said Nemon in the portrait

Good guy, Hoffa is turning around and rubbing his temple. The two black wizards are out of trouble. Schmidt must be hiding somewhere in the school now. And Miranda changed the password in goshak's office. Blocked his way to find her.

"Miller?"

The blank portrait is still unresponsive.

Hoffa patted himself in the face twice to calm himself down. He was silent in the ocean of memory, thinking about the little things he got along with Miranda. But found that the girl has always remained mysterious, people can not see the real face.

What is it?

What on earth would she use as a password.

All of a sudden.

The tentacles of spirit stop searching.

He thought of his first meeting with Miranda.

The light fragrance of violet flowers in the car, the girl reading alone.

Do you read Muggle books, too?

Yes.)

Hoffa raised his head: "war and peace."

Nimon grinned happily: "it's really you. Come on."

The broken portrait opens and a corridor appears behind it.

Hoffa made it. He rushed into the empty office and sped up the revolving stairs.

Bang!

Three months later, he opened the door to the observatory again.