Chapter 178

Ice and snow fell from the sky, and the winter of 1940 came as promised.

Christmas Eve. Hoffa stood in front of the mirror in the public bathroom, head down.

The transparent and shining mucus flowed on the marble floor, drilled out from under the cabinet, and then crawled slowly and slowly across the floor.

Looking up again, I have high cheekbones, blue and white skin, and darker eyes than ever before. He looks like an ascetic after excessive self abuse, and a devil struggling in purgatory.

In the mirror, he showed a smile and his mouth was covered with sharp teeth. On the forehead, sharp horns grew out little by little.

Hoffa was shocked, shook his head hard, and the illusion disappeared.

He's back to normal in the mirror. He's thin and naked. Just a tired, dejected, ordinary gray haired boy who plans to take a bath.

"Damn..."

he rubbed his temples.

In the last four months, he didn't see Dumbledore and didn't get any help. Almost every night, he would have some strange nightmares, even some hallucinations and auditory hallucinations from time to time.

In the past, he could eliminate the strangeness in the sea of consciousness through meditation, but now, he can't explore any abnormality in his body.

He felt like he might be crazy.

Bang!!

There was a crisp noise from next door.

William, also naked, poked out his head and grinned: "go, take a bath."

It was the last day of the semester, and students who had finished their tired life came to the public bathroom one after another, including Hoffa and his roommates. Because of the long-term magic medicine refining, they all have a strange smell.

Antonio turned to him from the other side, timidly handing him a white scarf.

Hoffa closed the cupboard and took the towel in silence. Nod to Antonio.

Antonio asked anxiously, "are you ok? You talked in your sleep last night."

"What did I say?"

"I can't hear clearly."

Said Antonio haltingly.

"To disturb your sleep?"

Hoffa tied the towel around his waist as he walked.

"Not... Not really."

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

William poked his head out of the corridor again and waved to them. "Hurry up."

Hoffa stopped talking and went straight to the bath. As he passed the marble corridor, he felt something looking at him and looked up.

On the head of the statue of manicos, the wizard, a strange black-and-white cat is looking at itself. The cat was very strange. Its face was half black and half white. It looked like a picture of Tai Chi. It looked at itself like this and seemed to be talking to itself.

Whose pet is in the bath?

Hoffa thought.

...

...

the boys' bathroom is a very spacious place, which is full of smoke and transpiration.

Some hot feet on the water, many boys sitting on the marble, can only tentatively submerge below the knee in the pool. They saw Hoffa coming and said hello to him.

"Oh, Bach."

"Sit here."

"Sit with me."

Hoffa laughed and did not sit among them. He went straight in, hot water all the way to his neck.

Since he had a fight with Shylock on Halloween, these students now regard him as a spiritual idol and go everywhere.

Countless girls wrote to him to express their love. Countless boys want to get into Hoffa's "circle".

But other people's attention did not bring happiness to Hoffa's vanity and dignity. On the contrary, he had the pain of losing his freedom. No matter where he went or what he did, there were a group of people staring at him.

Did he really beat Shylock?

Hoffa doesn't know. It was fatil who defeated Shylock. But no matter what he said, other students didn't think so. They refused to believe other answers.

On the other side, William said hello to the group of bathers one by one, and then sat down among them.

On the contrary to Hoffa, William is very satisfied with all this. He enthusiastically makes friends everywhere, regards himself as Hoffa's closest friend, builds up a huge social network, and becomes the actual head of the network. He meets regularly, eats, takes a bath, and has secret activities. In order to stabilize the cohesion of the group.

William: "yesterday, the president of Gryffindor deformation society also said hello to me. He wanted to invite us to the deformation society."

"Who's going?" A boy from hutchpatch leans lazily on the bath.

"There's no girl in Calver's metamorphosis club, no mule in it."

William disdained: "if you want to go, people will not invite you."

"Let me go, and I won't either."The boy rolled his eyes: "well, speaking of it, our hospital has recently opened a herbalism Association. I want to invite you to play. Do you want to go?"

"What a beautiful woman?" Asked William, squinting his eyes.

"More than half of the beauties from grade three and above are here."

"Really?"

"Why are you lying to me?"

"Hoffa, are you going or not?"

Asked William in a loud voice, throwing a handful of water at him to attract his attention.

Hoffa was still in the hot water, letting the drops of water fall from his head. He said, "why don't you go?"

He had no idea how the group was formed, which was far from his comfort zone. Out of politeness, he habitually gave the other party a positive answer, but he didn't want to go.

William hit ha ha, slipped into the water and said to the students of hechpatch, "you are lucky. It's rare that Hoffa has the heart to participate in your club activities."

"What does Hoffa usually do?" Two boys asked curiously.

"As usual, the library, ah ~"

the whole body soaked in the bath, William let out a satisfied groan, he suddenly thought of something:

"ah, that's right. It's said that the bath used by the prefect is much better than ours. "

Taylor asked, "the prefect has gone to train the dragon. Is the bath still used?"

"No one's using it," Antonio said

"Prefect

William scorned to sneer. "It's just a loser."

"No one uses it, it's not a waste." Antonio sighed.

"I really want to see it. It's said that it's much more luxurious than those ordinary students."

"Well, when Hoffa becomes a prefect in the fifth grade, we'll go where we want to go." Said William, with an oath.

Several bath students nodded in agreement.

"That's a certainty."

"The fifth grade must be the prefect."

"I guess I can go to the Minister of magic directly after graduation."

...

Hoffa thinks that if Hogwarts doesn't fail and develops according to normal logic, his life path seems to be no different from what they say.

Fifth grade when the superior, after graduation to work in the Ministry of magic, from a high-level secretary.

After several years as the director of a certain affairs department, he gave birth to a bunch of young people and worried about their livelihood all day long.

But where does this inexplicable fear come from? Where does this invisible pressure come from.

He didn't know. He soaked half of his head in hot water and tried to use this action to make himself feel the temperature and let his pores discharge sweat and pressure.

But he didn't feel anything. No sweat came down from his head. He was locked in a cage sealed with cement.

In the past month, his spirit has become more and more sensitive, but his body has become more and more dull. He has almost lost his sense of taste, touch, and of course he can't feel the high temperature.

After a heated discussion, William touched his chin:

"if you want me to say, Hoffa should be a prefect now. He worked as a teaching assistant last year and beat Shylock this year. If we become a prefect this year, we can go to the prefect's bathroom now. "

He seems to have a great interest in the prefect's bathroom.

"Come on."

A hechpatch student said lazily:

"being a prefect is hoffadang, not you. How can you go to the prefect's bathroom? "

When they covered their mouths and snickered, William immediately retorted:

"do you know what a roommate is, huh? Hoffa, right

He tried to find out for sure from Hoffa, but the gray head was gone from the smoky water.

William murmured, "where is it..."

"but it seems that only the fifth grade can be a teacher."

Another Gryffindor student said, let William come back.

"You're Gryffindor if you think so."

William leaned on the marble and sneered, "isn't Gryffindor happy to break the rules?"

The people in the bathtub burst into laughter, and the air reverberated with echoes, full of a happy atmosphere.

The Gryffindor student seemed to be humiliated. He blushed: "you Ravenclaw still claims to be smart. Do you dare to go into the prefect's bathroom now?"

William disdained: "go, do you dare to come tonight?"

"Hey, aren't you afraid to be found?" Antonio asked.

"Who will find out." William said, "half the professors in the school are in the Ministry of magic every day."

"You said, what if you don't go tonight?"

"Oh, you want to bet?"

"Bet on it."

"How much.""Twenty galleons."

William's eyes turned: "twenty gallon is not interesting enough."

"How much do you want?"

"I want you to ask all the Gryffindor girls out to play together."

Everyone clapped their hands and was excited about William's suggestion.

Gryffindor students are reluctant to yell:

"well, there are many girls in Ravenclaw!"

...

...

a few drops of ripples appeared in one corner of the pool, and no one noticed. In the midst of the party, Hoffa had left the bathroom.

The purpose of cleaning the body has been achieved. It's a waste of time to stay. He didn't want to participate more in the youth feast of a group of 13-year-old children.

Whether it's a wizard or a Muggle, boys of this age will inevitably be affected by hormones, and their energy is terrifying.

If it was last year, maybe he would mix in the crowd and make up for a smile. But this year, under the huge pressure of survival, his energy has already been snatched away.

Dry your body and put on the wizard school robe.

He came to the library.

In the library, there is almost no one in sight. This year, students' interest in autonomous learning has disappeared.

Turning a corner, he heard a groan. Walk over to see, it turned out that a senior boy put a girl on the shelf, do not know what to do.

Aware of someone coming, the two quickly arranged their clothes. The boy just wanted to get angry, but found that it was Hoffa. He immediately chatted and showed a smiling face.

Hoffa's habitual muscles pulled up the corners of his mouth and gave a smile.

They were relieved and passed Hoffa with their heads down.

Looking at their back, the smile on his face disappeared. He rubbed the muscles of his face, feeling as if he was wearing a thick mask, extremely uncomfortable.

This is not Hogwarts in his imagination. His ideal school is one that can exchange ideas, everyone is different, everyone has interesting soul, everyone can understand and tolerate each other.

But now, Hogwarts is like a graveyard. A busy cemetery. Everyone has become the same kind of person. There are no characteristics, no goals, no dreams.

He shook his head and threw those unrealistic ideas out of his mind. Take out a psychic wizard's book from the bookshelf and read it, trying to find a way to solve their own spiritual problems.

But most of these works are about how to manipulate the spirit of others, rarely in-depth self spirit.

He flipped through it roughly and changed it.

Time flies by just looking for it.

Late at night, Hoffa looked at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock. He put his head on the shelf and closed his eyes.

It's another day of nothing. When can I solve the problem and live happily.

No one can tell him the answer.

He walked out of the empty library, through the empty magic ladder, and back to the dormitory.

William's bed was empty. The beds of the others were empty. He didn't think much about it. He took off his clothes and wanted to go to bed.

But just as he was about to lie down and go to bed, several people came into the dormitory noisily and banged the door open.

"Hoffa Hoffa..."

Antonio yelled his name like a train running through his mouth.

Hoffa turned over impatiently and climbed up: "what's the matter again?"

In the dark, Antonio's pale pockmarked face was covered with sweat. He said nervously, "William is missing."