Chapter 308

In the office, Hoffa turns around. Little Barty doesn't know the specific waking time, but he may have three days to give Harry Potter his first defense against the dark arts class. If he can't, it's almost certain that he'll show up under Dumbledore's eyes.

What should I do?

Seeing him turning around, Shan Shan couldn't help asking, "what's the matter with you?"

Hoffa looked at the glitter. "Do you know the dark arts?"

Shinning with big eyes, as if there are one on the top of the head?

"Three unforgivable incantations, will you?"

Shanshan looks at him in horror, shakes his head and backs away with little patty in his arms.

So Hoffa looked behind him again. Old Moody's eyes were glaring at him now. God knows how long this guy kept angry.

So Huo FA closed the door carefully and made three silent walls with the deformation mantra, firmly blocking the door. Then, he came to old Moody's body and untied the shackles of his mouth.

Old Moody's was also single. Seeing this posture, he didn't yell. He just looked at him and sneered, "panic? What happened? "

Hoffa: "OK, a little bit."

Old moody tilted his head, pulled a smile on his ferocious face: "say it, maybe I can help?"

Hoffa saw the light in his eyes, which was obviously a kind of irony, but he still asked: "will you have three unforgivable incantations?"

"Yes." Old moody laughed: "Dumbledore, that soft guy asked you to teach the three unforgivable charms? Well, he's a tough guy. "

With that, he lowered his head, and the smile on his face disappeared: "you can't even use the three unforgivable incantations, deformation master?"

Hoffa shook his head. "I won't."

Old moody blinked, "then let go of me, and I'll teach you three unforgivable charms. Those are the three spells taught by the Ministry of magic during the secret Aurora training. They can't be found anywhere else

Then he sighed: "you don't have three unforgivable incantations, which means that you are not a bad person who can't be saved. If you let go of me, I won't care about what you've done these days. I will even recommend you to the Ministry of magic to let you out of Voldemort's control and give you... "

" you're retired. Cornell fudge doesn't care for you at all. You can't give me anything. There are only three unforgivable incantations you can give me. " Hoffa said calmly.

"You

Old Moody's mouth opened in amazement, then a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "then you let me go, tie me, I can't teach you."

Hoffa: and then give you your wand

Moody sighed, but said: "boy, you are not stupid, no wand, what can I teach you."

He looked so sincere that the anger in his eyes was replaced by gentleness.

Hoffa narrowed his eyes and noticed that Moody's eyes were gentle and there was a deep sense of obliteration.

So he slowly turned to the old Moody's back, and gently pulled out a fork that he didn't know when to hide from his tied palm. Maybe when little Patty was confused and unconscious, he instructed little Patty to give it to him.

He silently raised his fork: "you smell like a liar."

Moody's mild eyes disappeared, but he looked at Hoffa with completely cold eyes: "son of a bitch, you have so many eyes when you grow up!"

Pop.

Hoffa blocked Moody's mouth again and threw the fork aside, feeling uncomfortable.

If you have a soul snatching mantra, you should be able to teach yourself three unforgivable mantras by soul snatching moody. But soul snatching mantra itself is one of the three unforgivable mantras, which sounds like an unsolvable paradox.

No way.

He turned to Shanshan and said, "take care of little Patty. I won't allow you to talk to anyone about today. Do you understand?"

"I... I understand."

"And when you go back, you still have to cry."

Shan Shan: "ah?"

Hoffa: "can't you cry?"

"But, but I can't cry."

Shanshan looked at little patty, her cheeks twitching, and she had a crying face, but she was very happy.

Hoffa: "if you can't cry, or don't act like it, your little master will die, and your old master will die, do you understand?"

The glittering face turned white.

Hoffa: "I'm your little master's protector. If my identity is exposed, your little master will be skinned, sent to Azkaban, locked in the most terrible prison, and die madly in endless loneliness."

"Twinkle, twinkle, understand!"

The house elf wailed on the spot.

Hoffa, "shut up, don't howl at me when you cry!"

"Woo

Shanshan put his hand into his mouth to stop his crying, but he burst out a lump of snot.After making arrangements, Hoffa looked at the time and rushed to the Hogwarts library overnight.

There is not enough time, but he can't wait to die. He plans to see if he can learn and sell now. After all, he has a strong learning ability at night. If he can find three unforgivable incantations and learn them, maybe he won't show up in class.

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two days later.

Hoffa's first class at Hogwarts is 24 hours away.

Moody's (Hoffa) looked up from the stack of books behind the office.

In the past two days, he got a lot of books from the Library under various pretexts. He borrowed all kinds of incantation books from the first grade to the seventh grade, but he found that he thought too much. There were no three unforgivable incantations in the incantation books in the school.

Sure enough, as Moody's said, there may be no place to learn the three unforgivable mantras except Auror's secret training organization. In fact, Hoffa also knows that the more profound the incantation is, the more oral it is. It is rarely recorded in books, but he still has some illusions about the Hogwarts library.

Damn it, defense of the Dark Arts Office.

Hoffa rubbed his hair, touched the incantation book on the table, and thought about the solution.

It's less than twenty-four hours. He hasn't seen the shadow of the three unforgivable spells. It seems inevitable that Dumbledore will be exposed in front of him. But now he doesn't want to have a conflict with the world's top wizard.

Do you want to run ahead of time?

He couldn't help thinking that.

But at the thought of fatil looking at his blue eyes, he immediately snuffed out the retreat in the cradle.

Can't go, he must complete Voldemort's mission, get resurrection.

A row of gilded characters on the cover of the mantra book is uneven. Unconsciously touching the row of gilded characters, suddenly, a strong sense of vision surges into Hoffa '.

Hoffa closed the spell in his hand. On the side of the cover of the book, a row of familiar names were printed into his eyes.

"Standard mantra level 5 - written by Miranda goshak"

the typesetting is very small, but very graceful, and he is very familiar with it.

After seeing the name, Hoffa was stunned for about five seconds. Then he almost threw up the incantation book and exclaimed, "Falk!"

He stood up on the spot and looked carefully. Then he found that the incantation books he borrowed in the library these days, as long as they were after 1950, were almost all written by Miranda.

This discovery made him lean back on the chair and cover his face with tears and laughter.

If you think about it, it's quite in line with her identity. The magic genius of the family of incantations taught himself the magic body incantation in the first grade. Now that he has grown up, it's not too much to write a curse textbook.

After the shock. Then rose a strong sense of guilt and uneasiness. When he pushed Miranda away, he thought he could go back to find her, but he didn't think it would take him more than 50 years.

Hoffa looked pale at the name.

For more than 50 years, Merlin beard, can she still remember herself?

Thinking of the memory of five years ago, Hoffa feels a little vague, let alone fifty years...

maybe she even has grandchildren, a family and a life of her own. Maybe she is enjoying her life in a country villa at the moment, and it's really good to disturb her again?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

But looking around, who could he turn to for help?

Who would keep a secret for themselves?

Who can understand his determination to save aglia?

Maybe no one, maybe only this once friend.

"Shame..." Hoffa put down his incantation book and murmured to himself, "I can only think of you when I need help. What a shame, Hoffa Bach."

He reached for his arm and gave himself a severe wring. Finally, he put the book into the bookshelf and decided to contact his only friend.

Miranda doesn't know where she is now. There are only 24 hours left. It seems that it's too late to contact her with an owl, but it's a magical world. He has other ways.

First of all, when he finished school at noon in Hogwarts, he came to the club area of the school.

After passing through a huge portrait on the second floor of the society registration office, Hoffa came to a hall surrounded by many arched corridors, and the exquisitely carved patterns of the corridors changed from time to time into a string of magic symbols that twinkled on the walls. In the middle of the hall are statues of a group of young witches with magic wands. They look as high spirited as they were 50 years ago.

However, when he came to the violet society, which Miranda had taught him about body magic 50 years ago, he found that there was nothing here. The picture of the doorman in the mask was empty.But Hoffa didn't give up. He didn't find the club activity classroom. He followed Ravenclaw's tower to the direction of the observatory and stopped in front of an office full of astrographs at the top.

This is Professor flavey's office. Fifty years ago, it belonged to ADBE goshak.

was beyond all expectations. He as like as two peas in the office door.

There are two people in the picture, a man and a woman.

Men have gray hair, high nose, face with a gentle smile. The witch has chestnut hair and soft appearance. She leans lazily in the arms of the wizard.

Hoffa left to sneak and stand in front of the portrait of Miranda's parents.

This time, instead of taking the compound decoction, he kept his original appearance.

In the portrait, Miranda's parents see him and the smile on his face slowly disappears. Men become confused, women become indifferent.

"I'm looking for Miranda," Hoffa said nervously, standing under Miranda's parents' painting. "Excuse me, can you tell her for me?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

The woman in the picture hums coldly and turns her head away from him. Instead, the man in the picture sighs and nods.

Then the man walked out of the picture alone. Leave the woman alone, face to face with Hoffa. The woman gave him a cold look. "Scum."

With that, she left in the opposite direction and appeared in the portraits of other people around her.

Hoffa was left standing alone in front of the empty frame, at a loss.

But after a while, Miranda's father, Nemon goshak, came back and said gently, "midnight, Ravenclaw common room, someone's looking for you."

This sentence made Hoffa's heart fall back to his stomach. He was almost moved to tears. He quickly raised his hands, folded his waist and bowed to Miranda's father.

The man in the portrait looks at him with complicated eyes. There are sympathy, helplessness and regret in his eyes. Finally, he shakes his head and says, "let's go."

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Hoffa, who had been informed by Miranda's father, was like a reassuring pill. For the rest of the time before midnight, he had been in an excited and uneasy fantasy.

Will you see Miranda? How is she going to get here? Do you want to fly? What would she look like now? Are you married? Do you have any children? If her head is bald, what should she do?

After thinking about it for a long time, Hoffa found that when he saw her again, he would hug Miranda and kiss her hard. He said sorry to her and asked her how she had been for 50 years.

He thought about all the words and all the possibilities. If Miranda doesn't care about himself, how can he recover and apologize. Even thought about how he would introduce himself if she didn't remember herself.

In this way, all day long, until midnight, he arrived at Ravenclaw's common room on time.

Eagle ring see it come, slowly spread wings.

"You walk fast on the journey, but I'm faster than you. You can go further. No matter how fast you go, how far you go, I will go further than you. "

The familiar Ravenclaw riddle.

Hoffa looked down for a moment and raised his head: "light."

"Welcome back."

The eagle ring folded its wings and said coldly.

Hoffa couldn't help looking at Yinghuan. It was the first time that he heard Yinghuan say words other than riddles.

But Eagle ring indifferent, get the answer, it holds the wings back to the sculpture, motionless.

The door behind the eagle ring opened with a clatter, revealing an inward curving blue corridor.

Hoffa took a deep breath and went in.

Midnight Ravenclaw lounge, very quiet, as before.

In front of the fireplace, the dim embers of the fire burned slowly. The curtains are dancing in the autumn breeze, and the familiar bust of Ravenclaw is on the fireplace, looking out of the window at the Scottish mountains. Under her marble statue, there is a row of flowery Latin words: "extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind. 】

"Miranda?"

"Miranda."

"Miranda..."

Hoffa called tentatively in the common room. There was no response, only a quiet echo, and the crackling sound of the embers of the fireplace.

"Miranda? Are you there? "

Hoffa carefully turned around in the common room, whispering Miranda's name in an uneasy voice.

But after a round, he got nothing.

The public lounge at midnight is empty.

Finally, Hoffa returned to Ravenclaw's statue and looked at her in bewilderment: "good evening, Ronnie." Hoffa muttered, "you must not be waiting for me.""It's not her."

Behind him came a light smile, very young and cold.

The back of Hoffa's neck was hairy, and he didn't feel anyone standing behind him.

Shua.

He turned his head sharply.

The dim moonlight came down from the window and shone on the blue marble floor.

Hoffa's eyes widened in amazement. She looked at the guy who suddenly appeared like a ghost. She was wearing translucent pajamas, with a pair of slippers on her feet, and her bare thighs were shining in the moonlight.

It's not Miranda.

It turned out to be Qiu Zhang, Cedric Digory's girlfriend.