Chapter 109

After Hoffa came out of the library, the school was dark, only a few braziers in the distance provided him with the only sight.

Some faint glowing ghosts passed through the walls, whispering to each other anxiously.

Hoffa looked at his watch. It was nine o'clock. He had been in the mirror world of the library for three hours now, far beyond Hogwarts curfew, eight o'clock.

Fortunately, the silver sign on his chest allows him to have more free time than ordinary students.

He walked slowly in the dark school. As he walked, he was thinking about a state of activation that would consume a lot of spirit, a clue that could not be understood temporarily.

White stone tomb.

Hoffa did not know where the white stone tomb was and what it was. He had never been a great historian.

His goal is to find the half man king, but he doesn't mind to improve himself during the journey.

Hoffa wanted to go back to his dorm to get his old books.

The book "anatomy of all things. Structure is king", which once directed him to transform himself into Animagus, Morgen le Fay.

Although he mastered some of osivia's human deformation in a short time, he further developed himself.

But he believes that this is a technology as difficult as the deep sea.

I have only mastered the skin.

As long as he takes back his old books, it will be a great help for the further development of his body deformation.

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Hoffa first came to the hall of the school. He thought Ravenclaw would sleep in the hall tonight.

However, when he returned to the hall, there was no one here, only a few ghosts with milky transparent light floated around the hall.

Is Ravenclaw tower back to work?

Hoffa moved in his heart and hurried towards Ravenclaw tower.

But as soon as he got back to Ravenclaw's tower, Hoffa found that the whole Ravenclaw tower was blocked. After the event of Halloween, the school folded up all the magic stairs.

There's no way to go.

The two teachers on duty stood at the entrance and saw Hoffa coming. Their eyes stayed on the TA sign on Hoffa's chest for several seconds before they slowly turned their heads.

Hoffa had a headache when he noticed the scene.

People can't be found, books can't be read.

He looked up at the tower at the top, and thought that even if he cheated the two caretakers and wanted to climb 300 meters vertically without the help of stairs, it seemed unrealistic to climb to the top to get his deformation script?

Just as he was struggling, a cry came from the corner.

"Hoffa."

Looking around, Miranda, accompanied by a prefect, walked quickly towards herself.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come with me." Miranda whispered.

"Where have you been?" Hoffa asked.

"Didn't you read the notice?" Miranda said as she hurried along.

"What notice."

"The school has opened a new temporary rest room in the public rest room of hechpatch to let the students of Ravenclaw live there temporarily. Only after the school has completely eliminated the hidden danger of safety can the students return to Ravenclaw tower."

"The common room at hutchpatch?"

Hoffa was stunned. Isn't that in the kitchen?

While speaking, Miranda takes Hoffa out of Ravenclaw's tower and goes to the ground floor of the school.

Gradually, as they went deeper and deeper, the style of the corridor gradually began to change. Under the warm flame, many paintings representing food appeared around.

Finally, Miranda stood in front of a man in a chef's hat and said:

"apple pie."

"It's so late. Did you go for a snack?"

In the oil painting, the man in the kitchen hat says angrily, cutting aside to reveal a corridor and the yellowish downward stairs behind.

Miranda whispered: "every grade is assigned to a different room. The second grade is the worst. The guard's painting is a violent temper."

"Not in the common room of hutchpatch?" Hoffa couldn't help asking Miranda.

"It's the beauty that hechpatch doesn't want to share the common room with other people. But they must be in this area, but no one knows exactly where they are. Tom Ryder doesn't even know

With that, she took Hoffa into the corridor.

As soon as Hoffa entered the temporary lounge, he almost knocked down a house elf with a big metal candlestick.

"I'm sorry."

Hoffa habitually apologized, but let the elf run away in horror.After entering the room, Hoffa found that it was a very old square hall with many mahogany mezzanine and stairs, and abandoned wine barrels and cupboards piled up at the corner.

This should be a storage room in the Hogwarts kitchen.

In the room, the house elves are shuttling back and forth. Hoffa estimates that half of the house elves in the school kitchen have come to help.

Some carry candlesticks to light candles, some carry cushions and tea cups, some sweep with brooms, and some light a fire in the fireplace with firewood.

By the fireplace, there were some bunches of raw meat, which seemed to be ready to be roasted.

In the room, Hoffa saw many of his classmates. They stood by in twos and threes. They were not in a high mood.

Some are sitting on the barrel sighing, some are looking at the fire without expression, some are facing the wall, holding their knees.

"This is our temporary lounge."

Miranda whispered.

"Where's the luggage, haven't you got it?"

"Before the school eliminates all hidden dangers, our luggage is impounded in the original place, and we can't use the previous things."

With that, Miranda gave a helpless smile.

"Maybe the school thought we had bombs in our luggage."

Hoffa didn't answer. No wonder everyone was in a low mood. It seems that his goal of studying his own metamorphosis script has to be postponed.

At this time, a boy jumped from the barrel and came to Hoffa. With curly black hair, about the same height as Hoffa, and a few freckles on his face, he was one of Hoffa's roommates, William.

"Hoffa, you're assigned a bed with me at night, you know?"

A bed?

Hoffa was startled.

"Well, there it is."

William reached out and pointed to a wooden platform in the distance. There are several similar structures here. It seems that it is a temporary resting place for Ravenclaw students.

"Well, I see. Thank you, William."

"Well, don't come back too late."

Listless finish, William jumped up the barrel again, put on a meditative posture, looking very depressed.

"And agraia?"

Hoffa looked around and asked.

"She? She's angry. "

Miranda said with a helpless smile, "come with me."

Then she took Hoffa to the right.

It's winding here, quite like the cellar where I live in the broken cauldron bar. It's just bigger and more complicated.

Through a few whispering girls, Miranda takes Hoffa to a quiet corner of the cellar.

"This is where agraia and I live." Miranda points up and, following her fingers, Hoffa sees a thick mahogany platform.

It always made him think of a hammock.

Miranda: take off your shoes

"Take off your shoes?"

"Man, it's where we sleep. Do you want to step on it?" Miranda gave Hoffa a punch.

"All right."

Hoffa took off his shoes and climbed up the stairs to the platform.

When he looked around, he saw that the mahogany platform on the upper stairs was about 20 square meters, which was the place where the red wine was stored in the former kitchen. There was a smell of wine in the wood.

The girl with silver hair is sitting on the candlestick on the platform with her cheeks propped up. Beside her are two cushions, a quilt and several books.

Hoffa is clear. No wonder aglia is so angry. I think the place he lives in is not satisfactory.

It's clean here, but it can't be compared with the elegant Ravenclaw dormitory.

"Not happy, little nobleman?" Hoffman.

"Ha, ha."

Agraia replied with a dry smile: "there is no bed."

"What do you want a bed for?" Hoffa sat across from her with his knees crossed.

"It's just temporary. It's not a school year."

"Well, if the killer can't be found, God knows how long we'll stay here. What's more, I've been staying for a long time. I haven't even taken down my luggage. How can I live this day? "

"No bathroom?" Hoffa whispered.

"Yes, it's with the girls at hutchpatch."

Agraia sighed, and the big words fell on the platform: "but none of my clothes have been sent down. Why is Ravenclaw so unlucky for so many colleges?"

"Well, it's not as bad as I thought."

Miranda also took off her shoes and climbed onto the wooden platform.

"It's better than sleeping in the hall. It's warmer and more private than the hall."

"Whatever, Hogwarts junk school." Agraia looked at the ceiling and replied feebly.

"You're the only one who complains every day." Miranda sat down on her knees, turned her head and asked, "Hoffa, did the woman teacher lead you to the library?"As soon as she asked, agraia immediately sat up from the ground like a spring, staring at Hoffa without blinking.

"It's not that easy." Hoffa shook his head. "Just a line of words I couldn't understand."

On the wooden platform, Hoffa sat down with his knees crossed. The story of exploring the library and the world in the mirror is told a little.

When he finished, the two girls sat on the board, their mouths slightly open.

They didn't react until Hoffa waved in front of them.

"You mean, you went into the mirror world, saw the remains of ancient libraries, and saw the protective magic of ancient witches?"

Hoffa: "these are not the key. The key is, has any of you ever heard of the white stone tomb?"

Miranda immediately looked at aglia, hoping that the master could give a positive answer.

But this time, agraia, who always liked to boast about his knowledge, frowned: "white stone tomb, I haven't heard of it. But I really want to say that white stone tombs are also very common. If you think about it, all tombs made of white stones can be called white stone tombs, right?

Miranda turned her head disappointedly and said, "I haven't heard of any white stone tombs. My family are all buried in cemeteries, and the tombstones are made of marble..."

agraia waved his hand: "compared with this, I'm more curious. How can a tomb hold endless knowledge? How big can a tomb be, and how big is a library How big is it? "

Hoffa was suspicious, as if he was.

Western witches do not have the habit of building mausoleums. When Dumbledore died later, he took a magic wand with him. He had endless knowledge and could not put it into a small tomb.

The three looked at each other, and there was no sound for a moment.

For a while, Miranda suddenly said slowly, "people."

Agraia: ah

Miranda: if someone writes down everything in the library, doesn't that person become a library

Agleia was startled: "you mean, the library is a person?"

Miranda: I'm just guessing

Hoffa was also surprised, but after he was surprised, he shook his head:

"I think it's good, but the library has been a thousand years since now. When I saw them in the dreamland, they dressed like Aristotle one by one. Even if someone did, it would be rotten."