112 Chapter 45, Christmas

Riddle was released from the hospital a week later, and since then he hasn't talked to anyone about what happened to him on Halloween night.

Rumor has it that he beat up some good Gryffindor "little reporters" so badly they were so bruised they couldn't even walk.

Since then, no one dared to ask him what happened on Halloween night.

And Hoffa didn't have any intersection with Riddle again, but these days, he has been concentrating on researching spells that can make people immune to magic. He hopes to know what makes the half-human king invincible.

But he checked for a long time and asked Aglaia, but he didn't get any information about the so-called magic immunity at all.

Time gradually passed in Hoffa's research and long study. Hoffa always wanted to go back to the Ravenclaw Tower and retrieve his own transformation cheats.

But the school seems to be cruel, as long as the half-human king is not caught, the Ravenclaw tower will not be opened for a day.

This made Ravenclaw students suffer, because they had to wear clothes and use items custom-made for them by the school.

This situation continued until Christmas without much improvement.

It was cold and snowy at dawn on Christmas Day.

However, at this time, the temporary lounge also showed some advantages. It was much warmer than the lounge on the tower. And since it's near the kitchen, it's easy to summon a few house-elves to feed yourself.

Hoffa gets up very early every day. He drinks coffee from the house elf by the fireplace while reading "A Hundred Kinds of Spells and a Hundred Ways of Curse" borrowed from the library.

At eight o'clock in the morning, two of his friends yawned and came to Hoffa with the cardboard box in their arms.

Seeing that Hoffa was still reading, Aglaia threw the box in his hand to him: "God, you are still checking, Hoffa, I have said more than a hundred times that no one is immune to magic."

"Christmas gift?"

Hoffa looked at the box in front of him.

"What do you say?"

Aglaia said grumpily, "I'll give you a random one out of the one hundred and thirty-seven gifts I've received. I hope it's not a box of slug gummies."

"I thought you'd be home for the holidays," Hoffa said.

"I don't want to go back, and I can't go back."

Aglaia curled her lips, "Are you stupid for looking up spells? The school issued a notice last week that Muggles are already fighting fiercely outside. For safety reasons, all students will spend the holidays at Hogwarts this year." .”

"I see."

Hoffa muttered and opened the big box. Fortunately, it wasn't a slug gummy, but a very beautiful light blue men's scarf.

Miranda handed him a small box: "I don't expect you to give me gifts anymore."

"It will be added in the future." Hoffa whispered guiltyly.

He really didn't have any presents, he was so busy thinking about the library of forbidden spells and half-kings every day that he didn't even pay much attention to Christmas approaching.

"What the hell, you don't even know when my birthday is!" Aglaia said fiercely.

"I don't even know my own birthday," Hoffa said self-mockingly.

"It's so sad."

Miranda smiled and poked the fireplace with her wand, and the flames blazed up.

Hoffa opened Miranda's small box and found that Miranda had given him a hardcover book.

The Encyclopedia of Shield Spells.

"Huh~"

Aglaia's face suddenly turned bright, and she lay down on the table with great interest: "My birthday is in July, why don't you two come over and have fun."

"It's too far away, let's talk about it after finishing this year."

Hoffa flipped through the complete book of shield spells and said worriedly.

He still couldn't release the shield spell.

Night, Christmas dinner.

The auditorium looked magnificent. A dozen frost-covered Christmas trees lined the porch topped with criss-cross mistletoe and holly. There are also some golden owls that keep chirping.

Although the outside world has been in full swing, and although there are hidden dangers hidden inside Hogwarts, this has not affected the progress of Christmas.

Hoffa arrived early in the hall, which was filled with glittering plates and cups.

In the middle of the hall, several students were pointing around the shiny Hogwarts orb. There are a few Gryffindors, and a few Ravenclaws.

Gryffindor probably did this out of curiosity, and Ravenclaw probably did it to pray that he could return to the common room sooner.

But there is no doubt that for them, this is destined to be a disappointing day.

Orb didn't respond.

A group of three people sat down in their seats.

Before the banquet began, Miranda suddenly stabbed Hoffa.

"look."

She pointed to the hall entrance.

Following her fingers, Hoffa saw Principal Dippet.

Accompanied by the school doctor Reiner, he came to the hall. His condition was much healthier than when the school started. He sat on the classroom mat and even drank two glasses of fruit wine with Dumbledore.

It was something Hoffa had never seen before. In the minds of most of the students, the old headmaster seldom attended the banquet due to his health, basically only the opening banquet could meet him.

After the banquet started, Principal Dippet said a few words of congratulations, and his voice was much louder than when the school started.

After he finished speaking, Vice-Principal Dumbledore led everyone to sing Christmas carols for a while.

It's just that from the beginning of the banquet to the end of the dessert, Hoffa saw that the seat of the Transfiguration teacher was always empty.

Osilvia didn't come to the Christmas dinner.

Hoffa was not alone in noticing this.

"Your boss didn't come." Aglaia whispered while chewing pudding, "Don't people in the Soviet Union celebrate Christmas?"

Miranda: "I heard there's no Christmas in socialism."

"What boss." Hoffa was displeased, "She is a teacher, and I am a teaching assistant."

"Cut" Aglaia shrugged.

"I think it's more like a partner." Miranda teased, "Mr. John Watson."

Hoffa: "Aha?"

"I haven't seen you pay so much attention to other subjects." Aglaia pouted.

"What's in your head?" Hoffa tapped the other's furry silver head, "You think I really want to be a teaching assistant?"

Miranda restrained her smile and said seriously: "However, Hoffa, I really think that Osilvia's purpose is too strong, and you won't be safe with her."

Hoffa laughed, "Like last year with you?"

Miranda moved closer: "Listen, a person with a strong purpose will not allow others to hinder him. If I mean in case, you conflict with her goals."

"I know." Hoffa put down his knife and fork and interrupted Miranda, "I know better than anyone else what this Transfiguration teacher is."

Miranda sighed, cut a piece of steak and stuffed it into her mouth without saying anything more.

Aglaia looked puzzled: "What are you all talking about?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a senior girl hurried up to Hoffa, bent down and handed him a note.

Miranda: "Yo~?"

Aglaia poked her head over immediately.

"It's very strange."

Hoffa pushed her hairy head away and opened the note.

There was only one sentence on the note.

(Come to the hunting ground, I found the White Stone Tomb.)

It was a letter from Osilvia, and Hoffa stood up immediately, startling Aglaia: "What are you doing?"

Hoffa: "Eat slowly, I'll tell you when I get back."

After speaking, he put the note in his pocket and walked out of the hall quickly.

Miranda looked at Hoffa's back, and said to Aglaia, "It seems that Holmes' letter has arrived."

"What Holmes?" Aglaia frowned, "I seem to have heard of it somewhere."

"Haven't you seen it?"

"What have you seen?"

Hoffa quickly left the laughing Christmas hall and walked outside the castle.

If Osylvia finds the White Stone Tomb, it means that they are only one step away from the Library of Infinite Knowledge.

Just as he was about to walk out of the castle, Hoffa saw Principal Dippet, accompanied by the school doctor Reiner, slowly leaving the hall from the corridor on the second floor.

He didn't ask Dr. Reiner to help him, but he seemed to be a bit out of drink, and he walked unsteadily.

Hoffa stopped and shook his head and watched for a while, until the principal and the school doctor disappeared around the corner, and then he slowly walked out of the castle.

Walking through the corridor full of mistletoe, through the Roman columns in the corridor, Hoffa saw the snow on the hunting ground reflecting the moonlight brightly.

Osilvia didn't wear a wizard's robe, she was wearing a black cloak and a hunting suit, standing on the white snow outside the castle.

She felt Hoffa's gaze and turned to look at him.

So Hoffa jumped over the snow-covered marble fence and stepped on ankle-deep snow.

"Did you find it?"

"Well, let's go."

Osilvia nodded to him and said briefly.

The Transfiguration teacher walked in front, and Hoffa followed her, their boots creaking on the snow.

"What is the Whitestone Tomb, is it at Hogwarts?" Hoffa asked eagerly.

"Well, it should be."

"Should, why do I feel that you are not sure?"

"One hundred percent sure it can't be done."

Osivia said, "But since the information is engraved on the bottom of the stone statue of the first principal, I think the tomb of the white stone should be the grave of the first principal."

"Did you find it at all?"

Osilvia shook her head: "No, I didn't find any information about his grave."

Hoffa: "Then how did you find it?"

"Although I didn't find a clear location, I've been looking up information about the headmaster's burial place recently, and later I found out that after the death of Hogwarts headmasters, they will be buried on the island in the Black Lake.

No matter who the first headmaster is, as one of the headmasters of Hogwarts, he must follow the tradition of Hogwarts, die at work and be buried in Hogwarts. "

"Is there such a rule?" Hoffa was surprised.

"Um."

"Where are we going tonight?" Hoffa asked in surprise, "the graves of the Hogwarts headmasters?"

"That's right."

Osilvia looked quite calm.

Seeing her calm face, Hoffa felt as if he was crazy.

Instead of attending a school feast on Christmas Eve, visit the grave of the ancient headmaster.