Chapter 162

He did not hesitate to enter a state of meditation, at the moment, his sea of knowledge has become a beautiful ocean, which is composed of countless colorful faces.

They scream, wail, and distort in Hoffa's spiritual world.

His self-consciousness has completely become an island in the ocean.

The scene almost made him faint.

Last time, he was engulfed by this inexplicable will. When he quarreled with aglia, he still noticed.

But this time, he was swallowed up by this will almost imperceptibly, and the cause was almost unknown.

There is no doubt that if this young smoker did not hold him, he would lose his self-consciousness and become a walking corpse driven by these strange faces.

The magic of his whole body, even his life, was transformed into the electrified magic of Thunderbird. It took him a long time to fight, and then he managed to eliminate this terrible will in his brain.

By the time he woke up, it was completely dark.

The boy in the plaid shirt was sitting on the table of the carriage, with a pile of cigarette ends scattered on the ground, and the choking smell in the air was almost suffocating.

Hoffa coughed a few times, and his face was as white as paper. Although he was very grateful to the other party for holding him in the last second when he lost self-consciousness, the taste in it was too choking.

"Have you ever seen a fool?" The boy flicked the ash and asked himself.

"Stupid?" Hoffa immediately asked, "is that egg?"

"Egg? What kind of egg, stupid is stupid. "

"What do you mean, can you make it clear?"

"Make it clear? I don't know. " "If you insist on explaining, stupidity is a kind of spiritual power, a kind of information, a kind of symbol. It exists in the world, but there is no entity. Long time contact will eliminate and assimilate the existence of self."

Then, he sneered: "it's really you. I've seen stupid people and they haven't been assimilated. How long have you persisted?"

"What do you mean? I don't quite understand. " Said Hoffa. "What are you talking about? What are symbols? "

"There are many kinds of symbols in this world. When the personality of a powerful wizard or wizard group spreads to the extreme, it will form a symbol and destroy other personalities. This symbol will still exist even after the wizard's death. Do you understand? "

As soon as he spoke, Hoffa was so confused that he didn't understand. After thinking for a long time, he only asked one question:

"am I ill?"

"That's understandable."

"How to treat this disease?"

"There's no cure."

There's no cure! Hoffa was surprised and didn't say anything for a long time.

Smoker: "it's the fate of a wizard in this world to become a symbol or a branch of other people's symbols. No one can escape."

The boy started a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and exhaled deeply.

"It's like every one of us is going to die, sooner or later."

He shook his head, shrugged his shoulders and jumped off the table. "The train is at the station. If you want to catch the party, go and change your clothes."

With that, he walked out of the car.

Hoffa got up and said, "Hey, what's your name?"

But the man didn't answer at all. By the time Hoffa got out of the car, he had disappeared, leaving only a stamped cigarette end on the ground.

What a mysterious guy... Hoffa sighed, looked out of the window and thought about the different moments of being occupied twice. He found that although it was very hidden, the premise was that the stability of the surrounding environment was destroyed.

Last time it was Hagrid, this time it was the senior girl named Shylock. It seems that this spiritual force is forcing Hoffa to stop him from making any changes...

the train has stopped, and the rainstorm has turned into a drizzle, and the students walk off the train one after another.

No matter what the boy's stupid and symbols are, he must return to Hogwarts as soon as possible. Maybe he can find the answer in the library, maybe Dumbledore will find a way.

Hoffa looked at his watch, did not hesitate, quickly ran to his original car.

By the time he got back to his original car, it was empty, and his luggage and backpack were gone. Maybe it was carried away by the house elves.

Hoffa looked at his ordinary Muggle clothes and said that it was bad. If he couldn't change his clothes in the carriage and wait until he went to school, wouldn't it be too abrupt for him? Did everyone else wear school robes and wear their own shirts?

just as he was secretly annoyed, a light voice of blame sounded behind him: "you've been in the toilet for a long time."

As soon as he looked back, in the open door across the corridor, aglia was sitting in a chair in his blue and black school robe, holding his clothes, his blue eyes shining in the dark.

"I thought you fell into the toilet."With that, she handed the clothes over.

The other party is waiting for him here. God knows how long he has been waiting. Looking at the school robe in the corridor, Hoffa has a bad feeling. Just a few hours ago, he had the idea of never wanting to see each other again.

He took the robe silently, closed the door and put it on.

After wearing it, he opened the door and said, "thank you for your help."

"Shemiranda," said agraia, turning her head slightly. "She asked me to wait for you here."

"Where's your cousin?" Hoffa asked.

"Yes, with Miranda."

They got off the train and came to the school platform.

At the moment, the big army is far ahead of them. The rain in the sky has been clattering. In the distance, we can see a group of freshmen struggling to hold a ferry ceremony on the choppy Black Lake.

Agraia drew out her wand and, with a little shake, it stretched out, and the top of it spread out into an umbrella.

"Good metamorphosis." Hoffa gave a heartfelt compliment.

"Make a fool of yourself."

Maybe the waiting time is a little long, maybe it's the resentment that Hoffa left them, maybe it's the embarrassment at the end of the summer vacation, in short, her words become very few.

Hoffa took the umbrella, although according to the current height, aglia is still one centimeter higher than him, but he still took the umbrella, and the two men chased the big army in front of him.

The rain crackled on the umbrella, but there was no other sound. The silence of this Zha Zha's companion made Hoffa feel a little uncomfortable.

He remembers that in first grade, this guy could talk for an hour just to show off a potion.

"What did you do after that summer vacation?"

Hoffa broke the silence.

"Not much, eating, getting up, sleeping."

She said faintly.

"Did your mother embarrass you later?"

"No, she's my mother." Said agraia.

Hoffa didn't have to answer this. He was silent for a moment and asked directly, "what's the matter with you? It's not like you to talk so little. "

Agraia glanced at Hoffa. "Are you like Miranda, hoping I don't come to school?"

Huo Faru was struck by lightning, and he suddenly realized that the girl was not as careless as usual. He immediately wanted to deny it, but the second he hesitated had made aglea turn his head.

After that, they did not have any extra communication, just walked.

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come to the main gate of the school. Here, a group of small first grade wizards stand in the rain curtain. On their heads, there is a transparent shield with a silver Phoenix to block the rain.

Dumbledore, the current Dean and vice president of Ravenclaw, is standing on the stone steps, lecturing these young witches before they enter school. He was wearing an elegant velvet coat, and his long tail floated slowly in the rain.

Behind him stood the prefects of the four colleges.

After stepping on the stage, Hoffa saw aglia's cousin, the prefect of Ravenclaw, staring at himself and aglia with a slight frown.

He handed back the umbrella, which had been turned into a magic wand, and agraia took it. Without saying a word, he turned and walked up the stairs, passed by his cousin and disappeared into the castle.

Hoffa felt a little uncomfortable. He hesitated for a moment. After a distance from her, he stepped up the steps. Just before entering the corridor, Dumbledore stopped lecturing the freshmen:

"wait a minute, Bach, I have something to do with you."

Hoffa stood still: "what's the matter."

Dumbledore went up to Hoffa and bent down: "this year, I hope you will read out the new arrangements of the school after the branch ceremony."

"What..." Hoffa was surprised at this.

Dumbledore whispered: "you can see the state of school this year. It's very low. These freshmen need a little hope and encouragement. No one is more suitable to give a speech than you. You know, many of these students came to school because of your influence last year. "

Hoffa couldn't say a word for a long time.

Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "it doesn't matter. Don't be nervous. I've typed all the manuscripts. You just need to read them. Of course, if you want to play freely, it's OK."

With that, he could not help but put a piece of parchment into Hoffa's arms.

Hoffa looked at the parchment with a pale face. The words on it were as dense as tadpoles, which made his scalp numb. He put the parchment in his arms, and his heart was heavy.

For such an introverted and lazy man as him, giving a speech is really killing.

After Dumbledore left Hoffa at his side, he continued to stand in front of those new students and said: "in a word, the rules this year are not so strict, but I also hope that you can find your own sense of belonging in your respective colleges in your limited free time..."Dumbledore talks a lot. He always likes to talk.

Hoffa stood behind him, looking silently at the heads of the little girls in the rain. When I came to school two years ago, my then vice principal, ADBE goshak, said only one word.

(quiet, which college is which college)

he could not help laughing, but soon his smile disappeared, and a trace of doubt broke into his mind, and he looked at the group of little carrots in the rain again.

No...

What's wrong.

One person is missing.

Today is the entrance day. Normally, Hagrid should be at the age of entrance and should be among the freshmen.

But he didn't see the tall boy. It's reasonable that a man of his size should be very conspicuous.

He stood on tiptoe and looked at it again, but it was strange that no matter how he looked for it, he didn't see the lonely and introverted boy he saw during the summer vacation.