310 Chapter 32, Unexpected Visitor

In the office, Hoffa walked around. Little Barty didn't know the exact time of waking up, but he might have to give Harry Potter the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in three days. Under Duo's eyelids, revealing stuffing is almost a certainty.

What should I do?

Seeing him turning around, Shining couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you?"

Hoffa looked at Winky, "Do you know black magic?"

Shining's big eyes are wide open, as if there are ones on top of his head?

"Three Unforgivable Curses, can you know it?"

Winky looked at him in horror, shook her head, and backed away with little Barty in her arms.

So Hoffa looked behind him again. Old Moody was looking at him with wide eyes at the moment. God knows how long this guy has kept his angry look.

So Hoffa closed the door carefully, and used the Transfiguration Charm to create three soundless walls, which firmly blocked the door. After that, he came to the old Moody and untied the shackles on his mouth.

Old Moody was also a bachelor. Seeing this posture, he didn't shout, but just looked at him with a sneer and said, "Panic? Something happened?"

Hoffa: "Fortunately, a little thing."

Old Moody tilted his head, with a smile on his grim face: "Say it, maybe I can help?"

Hoffa saw the light in his eyes, which was obviously a kind of sarcasm, but he still asked, "Do you know the Three Unforgivable Curses?"

"Yes." Old Moody laughed loudly, "Did that bastard Dumbledore ask you to teach the Three Unforgivable Curses? Hey, he's toughened up once."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, and the smile on his face disappeared: "You don't even know the three Unforgivable Curses, master of shapeshifting?"

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

Old Moody blinked with one eye, "Then let me go, and I'll teach you the Three Unforgivable Curses. Those are the three curses that are only taught during secret Auror training by the Ministry of Magic, and you can't find them anywhere else. "

As he spoke, he sighed: "You don't know the Three Unforgivable Curses, which means that you are not a hopeless bad person. If you let me go, I won't count what you have done these days, and even Nominate you to the Ministry of Magic, let you out of Voldemort's control, and give you."

"You've already retired, Cornelius Fudge doesn't want to see you at all, you can't give me anything, the only thing you can give me is the three Unforgivable Curses." Hoffa said calmly.

"you?"

Old Moody opened his mouth in astonishment, and then a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "Then you let me go, I can't teach you if you tie me up."

Hoffa: "And then give you your wand?"

Moody sighed, and said helplessly, "Boy, are you stupid? I don't have a magic wand. What can I teach you?"

He looked very sincere, and the anger in his eyes was replaced by gentleness.

Hoffa narrowed his eyes, and noticed that Moody's eyes softened, hiding a deep killing intent.

So he slowly turned behind old Moody, and gently pulled out a fork that he didn't know when he hid from his bound palm. It may be that when little Barty was confused and unconscious, he instructed the little bus Dee gave it to him.

He raised his fork silently: "You smell like a lie."

The gentleness in Moody's eyes disappeared, but he looked at Hoffa with completely cold eyes: "You bastard, you have so many minds at such a young age, you can still grow up!?"

Snapped.

Hoffa gags Moody again and throws the fork aside, feeling sick.

If I have the Imperius Curse, I should be able to Imperius Moody to teach myself the three unforgivable curses, but the Imperius Curse itself is the three unforgivable curses, which sounds like an unsolvable paradox.

can't.

He turned around and came to Shining, and told Shining, "You take care of little Barty, I don't allow you to mention today's matter to anyone, do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Also, after you go back, you still have to cry."

Winky: "Huh?"

Hoffa: "Will you cry?"

"But, but I can't cry."

Shining looked at Little Barty, his cheeks twitched and made a crying face, but no matter how he looked at it, he was happy.

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

Shining's face turned pale in an instant.

Hoffa: "I am your little master's protector. If my identity is revealed, your little master will be ripped apart and sent to Azkaban, locked in the most terrifying prison, in endless loneliness, Crazy to death."

"Winning, Winking understands!"

The house-elf burst into tears on the spot.

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

"Woo!"

Shining stuffed his hand into his mouth to silence his crying, but let out a puddle of snot sadly.

After arranging Winky, Hoffa checked the time and rushed to the Hogwarts library overnight.

There is not enough time, but he must not sit still. He intends to see if he can sell what he learns now. After all, he has a strong learning ability at night. If he can find the three unforgivable curses and learn them, maybe he will wait in class. He won't reveal himself.

two days later.

There were still twenty-four hours until Hoffa's first class at Hogwarts.

A melancholy Moody (Hoffa) looks up from the pile of books behind his office.

In the past two days, he got a large collection of books from the library under various pretexts, and borrowed all kinds of spell books from the first grade to the seventh grade, but he found that he was thinking too much. , there are no three unforgivable curses at all.

Sure enough, as Moody said, there is no place to learn the Three Unforgivable Curses except perhaps in Auror's secret training institutions. In fact, Hoffa also knows that the more profound the spell is, the more it is passed on orally, and it is rarely recorded in books, but he still has some illusions about the Hogwarts library.

Damn it, Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

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

In less than twenty-four hours, he didn't even see the shadow of the three Unforgivable Curses. It seemed inevitable that he would be exposed in front of Dumbledore, but he still didn't want to have a conflict with the world's top wizard.

Do you want to run early?

He couldn't help thinking that.

But as soon as he thought of Fatil looking at his pair of blue eyes, he immediately snuffed out that trace of retreat in the cradle.

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

The row of small gold-plated characters on the cover of the spell book is uneven, and he unconsciously touched the row of small gold-plated characters. Suddenly, a strong sense of sight rushed into Hoffa's heart. It seemed to be some kind of guidance, which came together from accident to necessity. It seems to hear a familiar and unknown song, as if a movie clip is played back and reproduced.

Hoffa closed the spell in his hand, and a row of familiar names came into his eyes on the side of the cover of the spell book.

"Standard Spell Level Five - by Miranda Goshawk"

The typesetting is small, but very elegant, and he is very familiar with it.

After seeing the name, Hoffa was stunned for about five seconds, and then he almost threw the spell book up, exclaiming, "Fack!?"

He stood up on the spot, looked through carefully, and only then did he realize that almost all the spell books he borrowed in the library these days were written by Miranda as long as they were after 1950.

This discovery made him slump on the chair, covering his face dumbfounded.

Thinking about it carefully, this is quite in line with her identity. The magic spell genius of the spell family, taught himself the illusion spell in the first grade, and now he has grown up to write a spell textbook, which is really not too much.

After the horror. What followed was intense guilt and anxiety. When he pushed Miranda away at the beginning, he thought he could go back to find her, but he never thought that he would go away for more than fifty years.

Hoffa stared at the name with a pale face.

Fifty years later, Merlin has a beard, can she still remember herself?

Thinking of the memory of five years ago, Hoffa felt a little fuzzy, let alone fifty years.

Maybe she even has a grandson, a family of her own, and a life of her own. Maybe she is recuperating in a certain country villa at the moment, is it really good to bother her again?

The weird thoughts in Hoffa's mind emerged endlessly for a while, and 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?

And who can understand his determination to save Aglaia?

Maybe no one will, maybe only this former friend.

"Shame." Hoffa put down the spell book and muttered to himself, "I can only think of you when I need help. It's a shame, Hoffabach."

He reached out and grabbed his arm, twisting himself hard. In the end, he inserted the book into the bookshelf and decided to contact his only friend.

Miranda didn't know where she was at the moment, and there were only twenty-four hours left, and it seemed too late to contact her with an owl, but this was a magical world, and he had other ways.

First of all, when Hogwarts was over at noon, he came to the club activity area of ​​the school.

After passing through a huge portrait on the second floor of the society registration office, Hoffa came to a hall. There were many arched corridors around the hall, and the delicately carved corridor patterns turned into strings of magic symbols from time to time. , flickering slightly on the wall. In the middle of the hall are statues of a group of young wizards with wands, looking as energetic as they did fifty years ago.

However, when he came to the Violet Society where Miranda taught him the illusion spell fifty years ago, he found that there was nothing here. The portrait of the masked porter who once held a bouquet of violets is also empty.

But Hoffa didn't give up. He couldn't find the club activity classroom. He walked along the tower of Ravenclaw towards the observatory, and stopped in front of an office full of planetariums at the highest point.

This is Professor Flitwick's office, which used to belong to Adebe Goshawk fifty years ago.

Unexpectedly, Flitwick did not change the access control portrait on his office door, which was still exactly the same as when Adbe was there.

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

The man has gray hair, a high nose bridge, and a gentle smile on his face. The witch has chestnut hair and a soft appearance. She is lazily leaning against the arms of the wizard.

Hoffa left stealth and stood in front of the portrait of Miranda's parents.

This time, he didn't take the compound soup, but kept his original appearance.

In the portrait, when Miranda's parents saw him, the smile on their faces slowly disappeared. Men become a little confused, women a little indifferent.

"I'm looking for Miranda," Hoffa stood under the oil painting of Miranda's parents, his tone was very disturbed, "Excuse me, can you inform her for me?"

There was a few seconds of silence.

The woman in the picture snorted coldly and turned her head away from him. Instead, the man in the portrait sighed and nodded.

Then, the man walked out of the portrait alone. Leaving the woman alone to confront Hoffa. The woman gave him a cold look, "Scum."

After finishing speaking, she left from the opposite direction and appeared in the portraits of other people around.

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

However, after a while, Miranda's father, Nemon Gorshack, came back, and he said gently, "At midnight, someone is looking for you in the Ravenclaw common room."

This sentence made Hoffa's heart drop back into his stomach, and he was almost moved to tears. He quickly raised his hands, folded his palms and bent down, bowing to Miranda's father.

The man in the portrait looked at him with complicated eyes, which contained sympathy, helplessness, and regret. In the end, he shook his head, "Let's go."

Hoffa, who was notified by Miranda's father, seemed to have taken a reassurance. For the rest of the time before midnight, he kept fantasizing about excitement and anxiety.

Will you see Miranda? How is she going to come here? Go Floo? What will she look like now? Are you married? Do you have any children? If she is bald in her seventies, what should she do?

After thinking for a long time, Hoffa realized that when he saw her again, he would definitely hug Miranda, kiss her hard, say sorry to her, and ask her how the past fifty years have been.

He thought of all the words, thought of all the possible things that might happen. He had thought about how Miranda would redeem him and how he would apologize if he ignored him. He even thought about how he would introduce himself if she had dementia and couldn't remember herself.

In this way, he went up and down throughout the day, and at twelve o'clock at midnight, he arrived at the door of Ravenclaw's common room on time.

Seeing it coming, Yinghuan slowly spread its wings.

"You go fast on your journey, but I am faster than you. You can go farther, no matter how fast you go or how far you go, I will go farther than you."

Familiar Ravenclaw riddles.

Hoffa lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head: "Light."

"Welcome back."

Yinghuan folded his wings and said coldly.

Hoffa couldn't help but look at Yinghuan more, this was the first time he heard Yinghuan say words other than riddles.

But Eagle Ring remained indifferent. After getting the answer, it turned back into a sculpture with its wings in its arms, and remained motionless.

The doorway behind the eagle ring swung open, revealing a blue corridor that curved inwards.

Hoffa took a deep breath and walked in.

The Ravenclaw lounge at midnight was very quiet, just like before.

In front of the hearth, dim embers of a fire burn slowly. Curtains flutter in the autumn breeze, and a familiar Ravenclaw bust sits proudly on the fireplace looking out at the Scottish hills. Under her marble statue, there is a row of cursive Latin words: [Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings. 】

"Miranda?"

"Miranda."

"Miranda"

Hoffa tentatively called a few times in the common room, but no one responded, only a quiet echo and the crackling of the embers in the fireplace.

"Miranda? Are you there?"

Hoffa turned around cautiously in the common room, calling Miranda's name softly and nervously.

But after looking around, he found nothing.

The common room at midnight, empty.

In the end, Hoffa returned to the Ravenclaw statue and looked at her in confusion: "Good evening, Ronay." Hoffa muttered, "You must not be waiting for me."

"It's not her."

A faint chuckle came from behind, unusually young and icy cold.

The hairs on the back of Hoffa's neck exploded, and he didn't feel anyone standing behind him at all.

swish.

He turned his head sharply.

The dim moonlight fell from the windows and fell on the blue marble floor.

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

Not Miranda.

It was Cho Zhang, Cedric Diggory's girlfriend.