109 Chapter 42, Temporary Camp

After Hoffa walked out of the library, the school was pitch-black, with only a few braziers lit in the distance providing him with the only sight.

Faintly fluorescent ghosts pass through the walls, whispering worriedly to each other.

Hoffa looked at his watch. The time was nine o'clock. He had been in the mirror world of the library for three hours now, far past the Hogwarts curfew time, eight o'clock.

Fortunately, the silver teaching assistant badge on his chest allows him to have more free time than ordinary students.

He walked slowly in the dark school, while walking, thinking about what he had just ventured, an activated state that would consume a lot of energy, and a clue that he couldn't understand for the time being.

White Stone Grave.

Where is the White Stone Tomb and what it is, Hoffa doesn't know, he has never been a history expert.

His goal is to find the half-human king, but on this journey, he doesn't mind improving his strength at all.

Hoffa wants to go back to the dormitory to get his old books.

The book "Anatomy of Everything. Structure is King" by Morgan Le Fay, who once guided himself to transform into an Animagus.

Although he has mastered some of Osilvia's body deformations in a short period of time, he has further developed himself.

But he believes that this is definitely a technology as deep as the deep sea.

I have only scratched the surface.

As long as he gets back his old book, it will be of great help to his further development of body deformation.

Hoffa came first to the school hall, where he thought Ravenclaw would be sleeping tonight.

However, when he returned to the hall, there was no one there, only a few ghosts with milky white transparent light floating around in the hall.

Is Ravenclaw Tower back to work?

Hoffa's heart moved, and he hurriedly walked in the direction of the Ravenclaw tower.

But as soon as he returned to the Ravenclaw tower, Hoffa found that the entire Ravenclaw tower was blocked. After the Halloween incident, the school folded all the magic stairs.

There is no way to go at all.

And the two teachers on duty stood by the entrance. When they saw Hoffa coming, their eyes stayed on the teaching assistant sign on Hoffa's chest for several seconds before turning their heads slowly.

Noticing this scene, Hoffa had a headache.

People can't be found, and books can't be read.

He looked up at the unfathomable tower at the top, and thought that even if he tricked the two guard teachers by ghost walking, he wanted to climb 300 meters vertically without the help of stairs, and climbed to the top floor to get his transformation cheats. unrealistic

To climb or not to climb?

While he was struggling, a cry suddenly came from the corner.

"Hoffa."

Turning his head, Miranda walked towards him quickly, accompanied by a prefect.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, come with me quickly." Miranda whispered.

"Where have you been?" Hoffa asked.

"Didn't you read the notice?" Miranda said hurriedly as she walked.

"What notice."

"The school has opened a new temporary lounge in Hufflepuff's common room, allowing Ravenclaw students to temporarily live in it. After the school has completely eliminated the safety hazards, students will be allowed to return to Ravenclaw. tower."

"Hufflepuff common room?"

Hoffa was taken aback, isn't that, isn't it in the kitchen?

While speaking, Miranda led Hoffa out of the range of Ravenclaw's tower and walked to the basement level of the school.

Gradually, as the two walked deeper and deeper, the style in the corridor gradually began to change. Under the warm flames, many oil paintings representing food appeared around.

Finally, Miranda stood before a painting of a man in a chef's hat and said:

"Apple pie."

"It's so late, have you gone for supper?"

In the oil painting, the man in the kitchen hat said angrily, while opening to the side, revealing a corridor, revealing the khaki downward stairs behind it.

Miranda whispered: "Each grade is assigned to a different room, and the second grade is the most unlucky. The guard's oil painting has a bad temper."

"Don't you live in Hufflepuff's common room?" Hoffa couldn't help asking Miranda.

"It's a beautiful idea. Hufflepuff is unwilling to share the common room with people from other houses. But they must also be in this area, but no one knows where they are, not even Tom Riddle."

After speaking, she led Hoffa into the corridor.

As soon as Hoffa entered the makeshift lounge, he almost knocked over a house-elf holding a large metal candlestick.

"Excuse me."

Hoffa's customary apology only caused the house-elf to run away in horror.

After entering the room, Hoffa found that it was a very old square hall, with many mahogany mezzanines and stairs stacked in layers, and discarded wine barrels and cupboards were piled up in the corners.

This should be a storage room in the Hogwarts kitchen.

House-elves roamed the room, and Hoffa estimated that half the house-elves in the school kitchen had come to help.

Some of them carried candlesticks to light candles, some held cushions and teacups, some held brooms to clean, and some held firewood to light a fire in the fireplace.

There were also several skewers of raw meat by the fireplace, which seemed to be ready to be grilled.

In the room, Hoffa saw many of his classmates. They stood aside in twos and threes, not in a high mood.

Some sat on the barrel and sighed, some looked at the fire with a blank face, and some faced the wall and hugged their knees.

"This is our temporary lounge."

Miranda said softly.

"Where's the luggage, haven't you brought it?"

"Until the school eliminates all hidden dangers, our luggage is impounded in the original place, and we cannot use the previous things."

Saying that, Miranda smiled helplessly.

"Maybe the school thinks we have a bomb in our luggage."

Hoffa didn't answer. No wonder everyone was depressed. It seemed that his goal of researching his transformation cheats had to be postponed.

At this time, a boy jumped off the barrel and walked towards Hoffa. He was about Hoffa's height with black curly hair and a few freckles. He was one of Hoffa's roommates, William.

"Hoffa, you are assigned to share a bed with me at night, you know?"

A bed?

Hoffa was taken aback.

"Well, there."

William stretched out his hand and pointed to a wooden platform in mid-air in the distance. There were several similar structures here, which seemed to be a temporary resting place arranged by the school for Ravenclaw students.

"Okay, I see, thank you, William."

"Well, don't come back too late."

After finishing his listless speech, William jumped onto the barrel again, posing in a brooding pose, looking dejected.

"Where's Aglaia?"

Hoffa looked around and asked.

"Her? She's angry."

Miranda smiled helplessly, "Come with me."

As she spoke, she led Hoffa to the right.

It was winding and winding here, a bit like the cellar where I lived in the Leaky Cauldron. Only bigger and more complex.

Passing through a few whispering girls, Miranda led Hoffa to a secluded corner of the wine cellar.

"This is where Aglaia and I live." Miranda pointed up, and following her fingers, Hoffa saw a thick mahogany platform.

It always made him think of a hammock.

Miranda: "Take off your shoes."

"Take off your shoes?"

"Dude, it's where we sleep, do you want to step on it?" Miranda thumped Hoffa.

"All right."

Hoffa took off his shoes and climbed the stairs to the landing.

He looked around, and saw that the mahogany platform on the upper floor of the stairs was about 20 square meters. It was probably the place where the red wine was stored in the kitchen in the past. There was a smell of wine among the wood.

And the silver-haired girl was sitting on the candlestick on the platform with her cheeks propped up. There were two cushions, a quilt, and a few books beside her.

Hoffa understood, no wonder Aglaia was so angry, presumably the place where he lived was not satisfactory.

It's clean here, but it's incomparable to the elegant Ravenclaw dormitory.

"Little nobleman, are you unhappy?" Hoffa asked happily.

"Ha ha."

Aglaia replied with a dry smile: "There is no bed."

"What do you want a bed for?" Hoffa sat cross-legged across from her.

"It's just a temporary residence, not a one-year stay."

"Hmph, if the murderer can't be found, God knows how long we will stay here. Besides, we just stay here, and we haven't even taken our luggage. How will we live this day?"

"No bathroom?" Hoffa asked softly.

"Yes, shared with the Hufflepuff girls."

Aglaia let out a long sigh, and the big characters fell on the platform, "But none of my clothes were sent down. There are so many colleges, why is Ravenclaw so unlucky."

"Well, let me say, it's actually not as bad as I imagined."

Miranda also took off her shoes and climbed onto the wooden platform.

"It's better than sleeping in the hall. It's warmer and more private than the hall."

"No matter, Hogwarts is a trash school." Aglaia replied weakly, looking at the ceiling.

"You are the only one who complains about this." Miranda sat down cross-legged, turned her head and asked, "Hoffa, did that female teacher take you to the library?"

When she asked, Aglaia sat up like a spring and stared at Hoffa without blinking.

"It's not that simple." Hoffa shook his head, "I just found a row of words that I couldn't understand at all."

On the wooden platform, Hoffa sat cross-legged. Tell a little about the story of exploring the library and the world in the mirror.

After he finished speaking, the two girls sat on the plank, their mouths slightly open, motionless.

It wasn't until Hoffa waved his hand in front of them that they reacted.

"You mean, you entered the mirror world, saw the ruins of the ancient library, and saw the protection magic of the ancient wizard?"

Hoffa: "These are not the key, the key is, have any of you heard of the White Stone Grave?"

Miranda immediately looked at Aglaia, hoping that the know-it-all lady could give an affirmative answer.

But this time, Aglaia, who always likes to boast and show off her knowledge reserves, frowned:

"Whitestone tomb, I haven't really heard of it. But if I really want to say it, the whitestone tomb is also very common. If you think about it, as long as a tomb is made of white stones, it can be called a whitestone tomb, isn't it?" what?

Miranda turned her head in disappointment, and said, "I haven't heard of any white stone tombs either. My family members are all buried in the cemetery, and the tombstones are made of marble."

Aglaia waved his hand: "Compared to this, I am more curious. How can a tomb hold endless knowledge? Think about it, how big the tomb can be, and how big the library is."

Hoffa was also suspicious, as if it was true.

Western wizards don't have the habit of constructing mausoleums. When Dumbledore died later, he took a wand with him, and his endless knowledge couldn't be stuffed into a small tomb no matter what he thought.

The three of them looked at each other and fell silent for a while.

After a while, Miranda suddenly said slowly, "Man."

Aglea: "Huh?"

Miranda: "If a person writes down everything in the library, doesn't that person become a library?"

Aglaia was startled: "You mean, the library is a person?"

Miranda: "I'm just taking a wild guess."

Hoffa was also surprised, but after the surprise, he shook his head:

"It's a good idea, but the library has been a thousand years ago. When I saw them in the illusion, they were all dressed like Aristotle. Even if someone was like that, they would have died long ago."