Chapter 181

In the dark room, one person and one cat look at each other across the air.

This is the third time Hoffa has seen this strange cat. The first time was in the bathroom and the second time in the lounge. This time, I was in the house of responding to all demands.

He didn't think it was an accident any more. He stood there and looked at the cat. The cat tilted its head and looked at Hoffa.

Hoffa squatted down slowly, and the black and white cat raised its paws. Hoffa reached out and the cat put its paw on his hand, then rubbed it against the palm of his hand with its little hairy head.

He felt a touch of warmth.

This is a rational, independent and gentle creature. It's the only creature that's willing to get close to him now.

Just, he looked at the cat's Chestnut eyes, a sense of inexplicable familiarity surged into his heart.

"Miranda

He called out softly.

Then he was startled by the light cry. He was proficient in metamorphosis, and of course knew whether the cat in front of him was a real cat.

This is not Animagus. Animagus only changes the biological structure, but does not change the essence. But this cat in front of us is essentially a cat.

Why do you think a cat is Miranda?

The cat took back its paws, jumped high and began to walk quickly on the rubbish heap.

Hoffa followed him without hesitation. Whenever he turned the corner, the black and white cat would stop and wait for Hoffa for a moment.

In the castle, decadent teenagers follow behind a black-and-white cat,

they walk through the corridor composed of worn-out furniture, climb the hills made of thousands of dried up magic medicine bottles, and walk through the graveyard with rusty knives, axes, swords and halberds.

Finally, they came to an angle formed by a broken cabinet and a tall specimen of the mountain monster.

Black and white cat looked at him, cleverly squeezed through the gap, disappeared in the cabinet.

Hoffa followed him, opened the door and stooped in.

Although the heart is lost, low and decadent. But when he looked through the cupboard, he was still deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

The arched hall with a height of 100 meters, surrounded by various kinds of garbage, has an open space of nearly 100 square meters.

In the open space, all kinds of animals crowded to and fro, making a strange cry.

Voles, Tasmanian badgers, cobras, parrots, horses, goats, snub nosed monkeys...

there are almost 100 animals of all kinds.

There are reasonable, unreasonable, tropical, frigid and all kinds of animals, just like a large zoo moved here.

The black and white cat jumped two times in a row and squatted on his shoulder. There was a slight meow, as if with a sigh.

A vole found Hoffa coming in and let out a cry of horror. It was like pressing the volume off button, and the sound in the hall stopped.

The animals were staring at Hoffa with fear and horror in their eyes.

The impact of this picture is so strong that Hoffa forgot to breathe for a moment.

What the hell is this place?

At this time, a crisp sound came from the distance.

Hoffa was surprised and took the black and white cat to hide behind the Roman column.

The door opened.

A wizard in a black robe appeared, tall and energetic, with a group of house elves. It's my deformation teacher, Jacob Bohan.

The house elves followed him, each with a wood blue on top of his head, filled with all kinds of food.

As soon as the animals see the house elves, they return to their normal chirping. One by one, they rushed up and surrounded the house elves.

And the house elves took the baskets and fed them one by one. Jacob Bohan mixed in to help feed. No, I stroked the animal's head.

Such an absurd scene made Hoffa's scalp tingle. Then he thought that when he first met James Bohan, he was full of dogs and cats.

The cat whispered on his shoulder. It was very depressing.

Hoffa picked up the cat again and checked it. It was a female. And it's very resistant to Hoffa checking its gender movements.

This seemingly lovely action magnified Hoffa's fear again. He thought of the missing student outside and his missing roommate.

A sense of confusion surged into my heart, accompanied by a great anger.

If this cat is Miranda, but he is unable to change her back, or Miranda has essentially become a cat...

this discovery makes his arms tremble.

How could that be.

It's almost murder.

He shuddered and touched the cat's fur with his hand. He could hardly stand.

He didn't know how advanced metamorphosis would be, but the only possible killer. It must be James Bohan in front of us. The man I don't know at all.

Calm downCalm down...

Hoffa took two deep breaths, holding the cat's arm trembling. He kept telling himself that the cat was not Miranda. But he thought of the summer vacation when he was turned into a rabbit.

At that time, I didn't completely release the deformation.

And this time...

he pinched himself hard.

Let yourself stop shaking.

He has to get out of here and tell people what's going on here.

...

"Yo, here you are."

He just stepped out of his legs, and the whispers around him made Hoffa fall into hell. He turned his head mechanically.

I don't know when Jacob Bohan came to him. He said hello with a big smile. It was as calm as a neighbor when he was feeding pigeons in the square.

Ha!!

The cat on Hoffa's shoulder arched and its hair exploded.

is as like as two peas in a real cat.

Hoffa stepped back, one step back, against the wall. Cold sweat:

"what are these?"

"Animals, do you like them?" Jacob smiles.

"Animals?"

Hoffa repressed: "there are so many students missing outside. You feed so many animals here. Does Dumbledore know what you are doing?"

Jacob Bohan patted Hoffa on the shoulder. He shook his head again. With a look of great headache, he sighed.

"I know what you're thinking, but it's a tough charge, Hoffa. I'm just taking care of them."

With that, he snapped his fingers.

The whole house is alive.

The piles of garbage mountain flew out a pair of broken tables, the table flew to the ground, and then several old chairs, cups, tablecloths flew out of the furniture.

The cups and tablecloths fly past the house elves. The house elves and the animals sit together, take out the paper towels one by one, wipe the dirty cups and plates clean, and put them on the table.

Their movements are neat and uniform, full of rhythm and beauty. It's like the factory is full of assembly lines and has no self-consciousness.

Before long, a well polished long table appeared in front of Hoffa and James.

Jacob Bohan stepped back, opened the table and chair, and motioned Hoffa to sit down.

Hoffa didn't know what medicine he was selling, but he had no choice.

They sat down. The black and white cat jumped onto the table and, together with Hoffa, stared at the wizard without blinking.

A group of house elves cleverly put some food in front of Hoffa.

Jacob said painfully, "eat a little. Look how thin you are. It's a fight with fatil. "

Hoffa pinched his fork. He pretended to be calm, but the trembling fork betrayed his uneasiness.

"Don't be so nervous. I won't eat you."

Jacob waved his hand: "by the way, you have come to me before and said that you want to learn to cast without a staff, right?"

"Not bad."

"Why didn't you come to me later? I didn't see you talk to me in class. Is it because of the conflict with Shylock? "

Hoffa forked the bread and broke the plate. He can't control his strength.

"What does it have to do with these animals?" Hoffa asked.

"Oh, let's talk. I'm still curious about you." The man did not blink, staring at Hoffa: "I heard you went to see Dumbledore last night?"

"How do you know?"

"Of course I know. Dumbledore can't teach you to cast without a staff. He will only use you when he needs you, won't he?"

Hoffa raised his head like being struck by lightning. He saw the man leaning his arms against the chair and looking at himself jokingly:

"he's not a good teacher, Hoffa. Albus Dumbledore will be a good leader, a leader of lions.

But definitely not a good teacher. An excellent teacher should put the feelings of his students first. "

As the air quieted down, some unknown emotions began to ferment, and Hoffa straightened up, his body as tight as a statue.

The wizard in the black robe tapped his fingers on the table, and his eyes became sharp, like Falcon:

"why didn't he come to me later?"

Hoffa: "because I didn't meet your requirements."

"Ha ha, that's it."

His face suddenly changed from dangerous to friendly:

"actually, it's not. I never thought of not teaching you. You met my requirements two years ago.

I just think that maybe you need some training to be worthy of the ability to cast without a staff.

You used to rely too much on Dumbledore and this school. How can Ravenclaw, who relies on Gryffindor, abandon the magic wand? I can't think of an answer. "After a pause, he crossed his fingers:

"but now, I think you have been tempered almost."

"Yes." He looked at the black and white cat on the table. "What have you done to my friend?"

"Can I finish the class, Hoffa?"

Jacob raised a finger and his fork, which Hoffa had bent three times, returned to normal.

"We should maintain the minimum respect for teachers."

Hoffa looked at each other very pale and said nothing.

"Do you want to learn to cast without a staff?"

"Do you want to be really independent?" the man asked

"Yes." Hoffa's voice was almost squeezed through his teeth.

"Good."

The man began to talk, regardless of Hoffa's eyes.

"There are two systems of casting with wand and casting without wand. There is wand casting, which is to use wand to deal with magic spell. I call it a rational process, which is syllable, action and strong control.

This kind of control seems to be very active to do a thing, but in fact it is passive to accept the rules of magic. It's just like a clumsy boy pursuing a haughty girl. If he's lucky, maybe he'll win her heart for a long time. If he's not lucky, maybe he'll work hard for many years but get nothing.

I prefer to call it a perceptual process of casting without a stick. Touch magic, understand magic, and embrace and kiss magic. If you can, it has nothing to do with it.

The magic of attraction blooms for you, which is more useful than any rigid rational learning. If magic is willing to be with you and do anything for you, then you don't need meaningless control processes. "

As he spoke, the garbage mountain around him flowed like a river, and the forbidden objects accumulated for thousands of years seemed to have their own life. They are separated, combined and recombined with each other. From a completely disordered state, they are stacked layer upon layer to form towering corridors. These corridors are interpenetrated with each other to form similar high-rise buildings in the city.

Hoffa looked at the thousand year old rubbish flying in the sky, the old magic medicine bottle, the rusty sword and wolf Frisbee.

The other side is like a magnet, attracting different things to dance around him. What a powerful mental field it is.

He stirred his Adam's apple up and down to understand why the other party said that to himself.

I'm afraid the whole school, only myself can understand what he is saying. Because one's own broken grip also attracts elements to change for oneself, and uses the mental field to change the environment.

It turns out that I'm only a layer of window paper away from no stick casting. I've learned no stick casting with a teacher since my first grade.

And this teacher, who has never met before, is now sitting in front of him.

"How did you do it?" Hoffa asked, closing his eyes.

"Faith."

The man put up a finger:

"if you live in this world with the attitude of changing the world, you can transfer the power of this world like an arm."

Hoffa clasped his hands under the table.

Finally, he opened his eyes and asked, "who are you?"