105 Chapter 38, The World in the Mirror

The night after returning from his Transfiguration teacher, Hoffa didn't get much sleep.

The warm harbor was destroyed, as if someone had overturned the table and tore off the scabbed gauze, allowing him to see clearly the dangers of this magical world.

Countless suppressed doubts exploded in his mind, making him unable to relax at all.

What is the forbidden art library, who is the half-human king, and what does he want to do?

Hoffa didn't know. He felt that he had experienced many things, but these things seemed to be strung together by a thread in the dark. Somewhere guiding him to an unknown direction.

Nor did he talk to anyone at breakfast the next day, when all the students in the auditorium were buzzing.

Thanks to the shooting of Tom Riddle, Hoffa became an assistant teacher of the Transfiguration class, which did not attract anyone's attention.

Only two of his friends worried about it.

Astronomy class in the afternoon.

When the three of them were looking at a pair of binoculars, Miranda asked in a low voice, "Hoffa, are you really going to help the daughter of the Soviet Minister of Magic to find the library of forbidden arts?"

Hoffa pointed the telescope at Mars, and said indifferently: "I'm not helping her, I'm helping myself."

Aglaia handed the parchment to Hoffa, and said, "I have a hunch, Hoffa, the matter in that library is definitely not that simple. I always feel that the person who injured Tom Riddle is not afraid of you to go find him."

Hoffa drew two star maps on the parchment with a quill, and said, "Aren't you curious about the library before?"

"Curiosity is curiosity."

Aglaia looked around, pushed the astronomical telescope aside, and whispered: "Hoffa, I researched the history of Hogwarts, and found a very strange thing."

"What's up?"

"Do you know the first headmaster of Hogwarts?"

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, and the quill in his hand stopped on the parchment, forming a puddle of ink.

"The first generation headmaster?"

Hoffa thought for a long time but couldn't remember who it was.

So he turned to Miranda and asked, "Do you know the first-generation principal?"

Miranda thought for a long time and shook her head.

"Strange, I've never heard of this man."

Aglaia tilted his head: "He advocated the establishment of the Forbidden Art Library, and he was also one of the custodians of the keys. But after studying the history for so long, I found out that his identity, his name, his Everything, all disappeared, leaving no record”

"do not speak!"

In the distance, there was a loud shout.

Hoffa turned his head and saw that Europa, the astronomy teacher, was sitting under an astronomical telescope at the top of the classroom, frowning and said, "Use your eyes and mind to observe the sky, not your mouth!"

Teacher Europa is a very quiet female teacher. She is in her fifties and looks like a wrinkled old sloth, always lying on the telescope.

In her class, there are only observations and records, and students are not allowed to communicate verbally.

The three of Hoffa shut up.

After a while, when the astronomy teacher Europa stopped paying attention, Aglaia said in a polar voice:

"Hoffa, all the principals have historical data to check. All, except the first one, this is too wrong, so there must be something wrong with the Forbidden Art Library."

Europa, the astronomy teacher, moved her eyes away from the telescope in annoyance, and walked down the ladder slowly. She swayed to the side of the three people, crossed her hips, and stared at their star charts.

No matter what Aglea said, Hoffa had made his decision.

At dusk, after finishing his lessons for the day, he arrived at the gate of the Hogwarts library as scheduled.

Here, Osilvia is sitting on a bench at the entrance of the library. She wears a rather classic bun, with her hands flat on her knees, her eyes looking straight ahead, and she looks like a robot is on standby.

Hoffa walked up to her, and she stood up, without saying a word, and walked ahead. The two walked to the restricted area of ​​the library one after the other.

As soon as he entered the restricted area of ​​the library, the library's hunchback administrator jumped out. He probably didn't recognize Osivia's identity, thinking that she was also a student who entered the restricted area without permission.

Osilvia just strode forward, barely looking at him.

"Hey, stop, what are you doing?" the hunchback administrator growled.

"Find something, please don't let other people enter this area." Osylvia said with her head sideways.

Leaping back like a frightened cat, the hunched overseer recognized Hogwarts' new Transfiguration teacher.

"Okay. Professor," he said.

After the hunchbacked administrator left unwillingly, Hoffa mocked lightly:

"Don't tell me this is the legendary Forbidden Art Library."

"Of course not." Osilvia said, "This library was established in 1009, and the content it contains now is less than one-tenth of what it was a thousand years ago.

Before that, there was another library here. That's where the ancient Hogwarts students read, and it's our destination. "

While talking, the two came to the bottom of the restricted area of ​​the library.

There are no people and no books here, just a few gray brick walls, a few brooms, and a storage room.

However, in the perception of Hoffa's mental force field, he could detect a trace of obscure magic fluctuations around him that he didn't understand at all.

Hoffa looked at Osivia, wondering what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd.

Osilvia walked to the corner, drew out her wand and tapped in the corner. Muttering a few words in her mouth, she then stretched out her hand and pulled it in vain. With the sound of rusty metal rubbing, a dusty mirror was pulled out out of thin air.

She dragged the mirror and walked slowly to Hoffa. There are countless cobwebs on the mirror, which looks like pizza cheese.

Then, she walked to the other corner of the wall and did the same.

Two consecutive mirrors were pulled out of the void and merged into one.

But the mirror was so dirty that Hoffa couldn't even see his own figure clearly.

Osivia waved her wand.

"Clean as new."

The dust on the mirror flew away and fell down. The cobwebs rolled and disappeared like flakes of ice roasted by fire.

The mirror surface becomes shiny and clean.

Hoffa saw himself in the bright mirror, he saw Osivia, he also saw the bookshelves in the restricted area behind him, and the Hogwarts students leaning against the bookshelves reading in the distance.

"What?" Hoffa asked. "Did you take me to the library to look in the mirror?"

"What you see is the real world."

Osilvia said a word without beginning or end.

"Then she grabbed Hoffa by the shoulders and turned him around."

The moment he turned around, Hoffa was stunned.

All the places I came from just now disappeared.

There are no students reading, no neat benches, and no rows of bookshelves.

At this moment, he was standing in a huge, empty hall full of dust, and the white-gray spider webs in the hall were densely packed. There are broken walls and ruins, and the vaulted halls are carved with the symbolic animals of the four colleges. Snakes, eagles, lions, badgers.

There are several dilapidated glass windows at the top of the hall, and the autumn sunset can be vaguely seen inside. It shines through the old shutters, forming bundles of Tyndall spots in the air.

"The world in the mirror."

Osilvia said: "The special magic of ancient wizards."

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, then turned his head again.

He can still see the mirror behind him, the students in the mirror, the bookshelves in the mirror, and the restricted section of the library in the mirror.

But at this moment, only himself and Osilvia were missing from the mirror, and before they knew it, they had disappeared into the original library.

Osivia waved her wand.

The mirror in front of him separated and went to the two sides respectively. The real world in the mirror also slowly disappeared.

"1000 years ago, this place used to be the most prosperous library of forbidden arts in Europe, and it was a magical holy place where countless wizards flocked to.

But later, after countless wars and deaths, the founders of the three major magic schools burned most of the dangerous ancient forbidden arts in Durmstrang, on the coldest Siberian plain, and the few remaining parts were also sealed. . "

Osilvia's voice echoed in this empty and ancient hall.

"So, as you can see, this place is already abandoned."

Hoffa couldn't even close his mouth. He walked slowly in it, leaving footprints one after another in the dust.

That's right, the place is completely empty, except for the cobwebs everywhere, and a few remnants of desks and bookshelves, there is nothing.

Not to mention books, there is not even a single piece of paper.

Only a few huge metal lamp stands that fell to the ground can vaguely recall the glorious past of this place.

"Nothing, what are you doing here?" Hoffa asked.

"It's the closest I can get to a library, and I'd like to see if there's a clue there if I can," Osivia said.

Following Osivia's finger, Hoffa could see a broken humanoid statue surrounded by several collapsed bookshelves at the farthest end of the hall. This statue is very large, more than ten meters high, but only half of it is left at the moment .

It stood on two legs on a stone platform. It seemed to be cut in half by a sharp cutting machine, and the other half disappeared.

this.

Hoffa frowned.

For some reason, he always felt that the scene looked a little distorted.

For example, the broken statue in the distance looks very close, about 50 meters away from him, but Hoffa feels that it is far away from him. Not only is it far away, but the whole picture is still fluctuating inexplicably.

It was as if there was a transparent water curtain between me and it.

He tried to reach out and pull away the water curtain that blocked his vision. Osilvia stepped forward first, and pressed Hoffa's shoulder.

"I'm coming," she said.

Osilvia pulled out her wand, and tapped it in the somewhat hazy space in front of her.

At this moment, she seemed to touch the surface of a pool of calm water, and an ancient magic power violently oscillated.

The surrounding scene began to change, with Osilvia's wand as the center, producing violent ripples.

The dust faded, the cobwebs disappeared, the tables and chairs returned to normal, and the cracked and rusted lampstands on the ground flew back to the sky and became shiny.

As the pages of the book fluttered, blurred figures began to appear one by one. It's like time flies backwards. In the end, even the broken sunset shot through the window hole returned to the shining morning light.

It only took ten seconds.

The vaulted hall, full of dust and dust, was transformed into an imposing library hall filled with books.

Some wizards in ancient sackcloth robes walked around the room. At the foot of the gigantic statue in the center, two wizards with bare arms seem to be arguing fiercely.

Hoffa no longer knew that this was the first time he had been surprised today, and what he saw now was far beyond his comprehension.

"This is this?"

"The ancient illusion magic, those are all stripped memory fragments, and they are the protection spells of ancient wizards."

Osivia said:

"More than a thousand years ago, there were constant wars among wizards. In that era, every secret realm could not be crossed at will. If you break in without permission, you will be hurt and expelled by protective magic.

However, these are not real, the real is still the brokenness you just saw, these are just the remaining protective magic in the hall. "

"Oh My God"

Hoffa was shocked for a while, and then slowly turned his head: "And then, shall we go over?"

Thank you again for the cute master of [Xinshou Village Chief Taipal], thank you giant, but I am very busy working overtime today, and there is only one update.

I will make up the third watch tomorrow, I hope my brother understands.