103 Chapter 36, The Stolen Bracelet

In the billowing smoke, Hoffa had no idea what to say.

The blood on his back was smeared on the wall, creating an exaggerated pattern. Tom Riddle clutched his left rib, fell on the wall, breathing hard, his lips lacked a trace of blood.

Beside him was a huge hole, the walls of the stairwell in the girls' dormitory were blasted to pieces, and gray bricks fell straight down.

As the cold wind from the Ravenclaw tower swirled, Hoffa reacted in a jerk. He strode to the gap, stood at the tower nearly 300 meters away, and looked out, but he could only see a red dot on the ground. The ground flickered for a moment, then disappeared into darkness.

Hoffa's hands and feet were cold.

Then, a large crowd broke in from outside the Ravenclaw common room.

Seeing Tom Riddle lying on the ground covered in blood, and the huge gap in the wall, the crowd screamed wildly.

Aglea and Miranda quickly walked through the smoke and came to Hoffa's side, their expressions changed drastically.

Miranda: "What's going on?"

Hoffa didn't speak, he walked over to Tom Riddle. He pressed his heart with one hand to stop the bleeding. Then, with his other hand, he pulled Riddle up and walked out quickly.

The crowd still screamed.

Then, a loud shout came from outside the crowd.

"Quiet."

The huge mental force field suppressed everyone's voices, and Dumbledore in a blue robe appeared on the periphery of the crowd. With a sullen expression on his face, he quickly walked away from the crowd.

Seeing Tom Riddle clutching his chest and leaning on Hoffa's shoulder covered in blood, his expression immediately changed.

He walked over quickly, bent down, held the twitching Riddle's shoulder, and looked at Hoffa solemnly.

"Quickly stop the flow."

"Healed as before."

He held his wand up and muttered various healing spells.

He looked up at the gap in the wall and asked Hoffa, "What's going on?"

Hoffa: "Shooting, sir."

Dumbledore's eyes widened, and he bent over to look, his face paled for a rare moment. He picked up Tom Riddle and said loudly.

"All students, follow the prefect. Gather in the hall of the auditorium."

After speaking, he held Tom Riddle, who had been shot, and strode out of the common room.

The incident of Tom Riddle being shot in the Ravenclaw tower spread throughout the school like a whirlwind, like someone dropped a thunderbolt in a calm pool of stagnant water, stirring up a stormy sea.

In less than an hour, all the students gathered in the auditorium, talking in horror about the horrors that took place in Ravenclaw Tower.

The common room is the holy place and the safest harbor in the minds of every Hogwarts student. But now it was broken into openly, not only broke in, but also blew up the wall, not only blew up the wall, but almost killed a student.

This is almost a slap in the face of Hogwarts, and it is a slap in the face of all Ravenclaws.

Hoffa, who first witnessed the shooting, became the object of questioning by the crowd, but no matter how crowded and noisy the crowd around him was, he always sat on the table without saying a word.

Finally, when Aglaia walked through the crowd with a terrified expression and spoke in his ear, he slowly raised his head.

Aglea: "Hoffa, I want to tell you something."

"What's up?"

"I lost my bracelet."

"What bracelet?"

"It's the bracelet I wore when I started school. It was my 12th birthday present from my mother."

Bracelet, Hoffa's memory immediately returned to King's Cross Station two months ago.

That old but gorgeous bracelet, yes, once you see that thing, it's hard to forget it again.

Miranda next to him directly grabbed Hoffa's palm and pulled him to the corner of the auditorium hall. Aglaia angrily drove away all the people who wanted to come up to ask questions.

"Hoffa, we need to talk."

In the corner, Miranda said worriedly, "Do you know something?"

Hoffa was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"That's right."

"Is it related to the fact that the new Transformation class teacher asked you?"

The corner of Hoffa's mouth twitched, his fists clenched.

"Wait a while, Miranda, take Aglaia back to the hall first. I'll come and find you later."

"Where are you going?"

"Look for our dean."

After finishing speaking, Hoffa pushed the two friends away, and disappeared in phantom.

In the empty school, Hoffa walked quickly.

The scene in Barcelona during the summer vacation flooded his brain again, forcing him to move faster and faster, and he gritted his teeth.

library.

three keys.

Half King.

Damn.

Damn it!

Haunted! !

He finally stopped abruptly and stood at the entrance of the hall of the school hospital.

Here, several nurses shuttled back and forth, and the deans of the four courtyards all stood at the entrance of the hall.

Horace Slughorn, head of Slytherin, roared angrily at the heads of the other three houses at the door of the hall: "The right lung was pierced! At Hogwarts, this is slander, humiliation! Black Are the people in the Department of Magic Defense all trash?"

The other Gryffindors, Mellas and Dumbledore, said nothing, while Hufflepuff's head, Herblaw Riley, comforted him in a low voice.

Slughorn continued to growl like a furious walrus: "Where is Headmaster Dippet, why doesn't he come and take a look at such a big incident?"

Dumbledore stopped him calmly: "Calm down, Horace, you must be aware of Principal Dippet's recent situation."

Slughorn gritted his teeth and shut his mouth, his huge belly trembling.

Hoffa stood in the shadows in the corner, waiting expressionlessly.

About half an hour later, the door of the school hospital hall was opened, and Tom Riddle, who was lying on the hospital bed, was pushed into the nursing room by the nurse.

School doctor Reiner stopped Slughorn. He took off his mask and said wearily:

"Already out of danger, penetrating laceration injury, plus blood regurgitation, complete Muggle technology. But very scary, fortunately it was at school, two minutes late, the child was gone."

Slughorn groaned, almost fainting: "Merlin's beard"

Reiner: "Go back first, you won't accept visitation today."

The footsteps of several deans dispersed one after another and went in different directions.

Dumbledore's figure had just appeared around the corner, and Hoffa immediately went up to him.

"professor."

Dumbledore was taken aback, and stopped, but he was not too surprised, he just rubbed his forehead wearily:

"It's you, Bach. Why don't you stay with your friends?"

"We need to talk, Professor Dumbledore," said Hoffa.

"What's wrong?"

"This matter is related to that half-human king." Hoffa asked straight to the point, "Do you know who he is?"

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed: "Hoffa, with all due respect, I don't know your question. All I know is that the Daily Prophet has wanted him for three months, but found nothing."

"Is it related to Grindelwald?"

Hoffa didn't blink.

"No."

Dumbledore's voice was inaudible, "Grindelwald would not use a Muggle weapon to injure a student, his pride would not allow him to do so."

Hoffa was silent for a moment.

Dumbledore said, "Bach, you should go back and be with your friends."

"The library." Hoffa interrupted Dumbledore suddenly.

"What library."

"Is the Forbidden Art Library related to this matter?"

Dumbledore's tired eyes became sharper: "Miss Romanov told you?"

Hoffa neither confirmed nor denied.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Hoffa, this school has too many secrets, too many ancient secrets. No one can really explore them all, even me. I can hardly answer every question you ask."

He lowered his head, looked at Hoffa for a while with light blue eyes through the glasses, and sighed softly:

"Riddle had an accident in the Ravenclaw tower. Now I don't have much time and choices. As the acting vice-principal and Ravenclaw headmaster, I have more important things to deal with."

Dumbledore patted Hoffa on the shoulder, walked two steps, he turned back suddenly, hesitated for a moment.

"However, if you really want to know about the Forbidden Library, I suggest you go to your new Transfiguration teacher. She was a descendant of the keykeeper in Tsarist Russia, and in this case, She's more professional than me."

After speaking, Dumbledore disappeared around the corner.

Hoffa stayed where he was, with the shadow of the wall cast on his face, and he couldn't see his expression at all. He stood there silently for about ten minutes.

Finally, he sighed: "Damn it."