115 Chapter 48, the Deserted Island in the Middle of the Lake

After approaching the island in the middle of the lake, Hoffa felt a faint magical atmosphere.

These magic breaths are quite heterogeneous and incomplete. This magical fluctuation is very similar to the fluctuation he felt in the library at that time. If he could, he really wanted to stop and study the ancient magic of this school.

But now is not the time.

Osylvia quickly stepped from the frozen lake to the rocky beach on the island in the middle of the lake. She put away her ice skates and quickly put her hair back into a bun.

Then he took Hoffa's arm and made him stand on the dark stone flood beach.

Under the dark night sky, the island is full of towering dead trees hugged by several people, and some open spaces under the trees that have not been covered with snow can be vaguely seen.

Will there be a white stone grave here?

Hoffa couldn't help but speculate.

"Luminescence flickering."

Osilvia chanted softly, and the light from the wand illuminated the surroundings.

Hoffa looked at his feet. Even after the snow was swept away, the ground was covered with thick dead branches and leaves. No one had visited this place for hundreds of years.

The two walked silently through the dead woods, surrounded by no sound except the creak of snow and the occasional crack of branches snapping. The surrounding branches and some towering rocks formed strange and grotesque appearances under the reflection of the snow.

After crossing a hillside, a group of vague buildings appeared on the hillside a hundred meters away. Judging from the exterior, it should be a dark old-fashioned church.

Osivia put down her wand and said in a low voice, "I checked the information. The headmaster of Hogwarts who died before the goblin rebellion in 1612 was buried in this location."

After silently looking at this ancient and dark land for a while, Hoffa turned his head and said, "I think we are crazy."

Osilvia: "Why."

"When can't come, but at this time."

"There is a world war going on outside, there is no time to waste, if you find the Forbidden Art Library before everyone else, and destroy it, you can save hundreds of thousands of people.

Osilvia said softly, "Can this make you feel better?"

"You think too highly of my consciousness," Hoffa said.

"You are different from me."

After calmly speaking, Osilvia raised her wand slightly, "Fluorescence is flying."

Immediately, the fluorescent light at the tip of her wand flew out, split in the air, and turned into flashing white light spots one after another.

Some white spots of light flew silently into the dilapidated Scottish church, and some white spots surrounded Hoffa and Osivia, illuminating the dark island in the snow.

Under the illumination of these flying light spots, Hoffa saw clusters of tombstones beside the old church. The tombstones are large and small, and there are some sculptures that are covered with snow and cannot be seen clearly.

The whole scene seemed eerily romantic.

"Let's go check the tombstone."

Osivia said.

Osivia walked in front, Hoffa looked at her back, and asked: "You, an exchange student from Durmstrang, a Slytherin who only studied in England for three years, why would you treat Hogwarts?" Z is so familiar."

Osilvia said lightly: "I just spent the time that other people spend having fun exploring unknown secrets."

Answer irrefutably.

The two stood in front of the tombstones. The snow here was so deep that Hoffa had to open the Shattering Grip to clear the snow around his feet.

Pieces of tombstones appeared after removing the snow.

Hoffa knelt down and wiped a tombstone, under the light of the dancing light. Hoffa saw a line of blurred small characters on the tombstone: "Sam Beazley, 1210-1219. The rest of the writing is too blurred to read.

Hoffa turned his head and asked, "Is this it?"

"This is the seventh term, not what we are looking for."

Osivia said in the distance: "The first death time is 930 years."

930.

Hoffa looked at the steles one by one.

On the tombstone, some personal achievements and time in office are engraved.

On a tombstone carved with broomsticks, Hoffa saw some of these writings.

Oliver Cromwell, 1462-1537

Proposer of the Quidditch Rules Amendment

Academy Cup Founder

Invention of the Oak Arrow series of broomsticks

Director of Sports and Sports at the Ministry of Magic.

Sixth President of the World Quidditch Association

A headmaster who loves Quidditch, Hoffa thought, walking to a nearby tombstone.

Hugh de Balsham, 1330-1461

Founder of the Wizarding Astronomy School

Head of the Elders of the European Druid Church

Balancer of all things

great fortune teller

deer whisperer

Tree Whisperer

Looks like a Hufflepuff headmaster, Hoffa thought.

Taking a step to the left, Hoffa saw another tombstone with a giant skull on top.

Taking off the skull, Hoffa saw that it was engraved on the tombstone.

Ludwig Cavendish, 1328-1329

Judge Wizengamot

One of the founders of Azkaban

Discover the ancient ruins of Dragonstone, Kalmador, Chrysoma, and many more.

Lord of Spells

shapeshifter

giant killer

woe of werewolves

Witch Doom

dragontwilight

died by suicide

At the bottom of the headmaster's epitaph, Hoffa also saw a row of small characters.

I hate sitting in an office.

Staring dumbfounded at the epitaph of the six-hundred-year-old headmaster, Hoffa swallowed, thinking that Hogwarts is full of fucking talents.

He looked over one by one.

Some of these headmasters have been in office for a long time, as long as more than a hundred years, and some have been in office for a short time, the shortest is only three months, shorter than the later Severus Snape.

But without exception, they all died on the job.

There are only a dozen tombstones here, and they will be read soon.

There is no doubt that every headmaster here has a legendary life, but there are no so-called white stone graves here. The materials of these graves are very ordinary, plain and unusual, just very common Scottish gray bricks and stones, which do not match the bottom of the statue at all records.

After a while, Osivia also turned back, staring at Hoffa blankly, with a confused expression.

"So the first one we're looking for? Where."

Hoffa asked.

"Are you there?"

"No."

Osilvia shook her head: "I didn't find it either."

Hoffa didn't believe it, so he ran to Osivia's side to look around, and found that all the principals on his side were female principals.

This is even more inconsistent, because he clearly remembers that the principal of the mirror world is a man.

Go around in a circle and go back to the origin.

The two stood in the snowy cemetery and looked at each other.

"Or, let's go to the church and have a look."

Hoffa suggested, pointing to the church behind him.

Under the moonlight, the dilapidated Gothic spire stands tall, but nearly half of it has collapsed. Looking from the side, the rubble inside is piled up like a mountain. It is hard to imagine that any clues can be found here.

Osilvia hesitated for a while, and said, "Wizards are not Muggles. Few believe in religion. Basically, they don't bury people in churches."

"Then there's a church here. It's queer, isn't it?"

"My idea is to come back tomorrow."

After a pause, she added, "It's safer and safer to bring an Auror with you."

Her proposal also made sense, Hoffa nodded, "Okay, let's go back today."

Osivia's wand pointed at the sky, and all the flying light spots in the air converged and returned to the wand, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

The two walked slowly outside the cemetery. Osylvia was depressed and not in high spirits, maybe she didn't find any valuable clues.

Along the downhill, when the two reached the dead wood forest,

Hoffa joked: "You know what, I saw so many tombstones and found one thing."

"What's up?"

"It seems that the principals of Hogwarts are all single."

"Where did you come to that conclusion?"

"There are no family members on any of the tombstones, just achievements and tenure."

Osilvia said lightly: "Maybe this is the wizard."

For some reason, what she said made Hoffa want to laugh inexplicably, in such a weird place.

"How well do you know Dumbledore?" Hoffa asked with interest.

"I don't know very well. He doesn't agree with my concept of transformation, and he didn't pay much attention when teaching me."

After a pause, Osilvia said indifferently: "But it is undeniable that he is a very strong wizard, very strong."

"Do you think he will be the principal?"

"Dippet is in good health. Is it really okay for you to talk about this topic now? Also, I don't think a person who has an affair with Gellert Grindelwald will be the principal."

"Why do you all know?"

Hoffa was startled.

Osilvia didn't answer, she suddenly stopped Hoffa with her hand, her green eyes rolling around.

"how?"

"Shh." She closed her mouth.

Hoffa stood still, a slight rustling sound entered his ears, he restrained his words, and the mental force field covered his surroundings.

That's right, there was a rustling sound all around, it sounded like the sound of scales rubbing against the snow.

snake? Hoffa asked softly.

"no."

Osilvia said in a concentrated voice, "It's the lake demon."

As soon as the words were finished, pairs of ice-blue eyes lit up around, and tall figures slowly appeared one by one. There was a loud rustling sound of scales rubbing against each other, mixed with the sound of steel dragging on the ground.

Some of them hold cairns, some drag sharp anchors, and some hold heavy chains.

Osilvia slowly pulled Hoffa behind him.

Soon, they were surrounded by these lake goblins.

The leader of the lake monster is extremely strong, it is two meters high, its muscles are bulging, and it emits a thick white mist from its breath. Its hair is slowly wriggling in the air like the tentacles of an octopus.

It grinned, revealing a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth.

Lake Goblin: "ghor Daqvam baHlaHbogh 'Iv?"

Lake Demon: "pe'el Hutlh choHwI' wIlIng."

Hoffa narrowed his eyes, his heart beating a little faster. He has seen magical creatures, he has seen many in the last year, and he has even seen centaurs who are as intelligent as humans.

But these creatures are nothing like the centaurs, who are calm and mysterious.

Although he couldn't understand what these creatures were saying, he could sense the savagery and madness hidden in each other.

Osilvia looked alert: "Don't you speak English?"

As soon as she said the words, all the lake monsters showed sarcasm, each of them clenched their weapons and became restless. But then, the restlessness subsided again.

Those burly lake monsters slowly separated, and a thin, crooked, skinny old lake monster stepped out from behind.

It was bent over, holding a wooden staff about as high as itself in its hand, and almost half of the scales on the fish's tail had fallen off.

Osilvia took another step sideways, and stood in front of Hoffa.

The moment he saw the lake monster, Hoffa felt a great crisis. This seemingly indifferent lake monster contained extremely huge fluctuations in magic power, even surpassing any wizard he had seen before.

"Are you the chief?"

Osivia asked.

"What did you see?"

The old lake demon asked back.

"I didn't see anything." Osilvia smiled.

"Yes, who are you?"

The old lake monster swam with its tail and asked with its mouth bared, "Student?"

The teeth in its mouth are sparse, but its tongue is pure black. It speaks with trance-like power in syllables.

Hoffa bit the tip of his tongue, the hair on the back of his head stood upside down, and cold sweat came down.

How could a humanoid creature be so terrifying.

Osylvia took Hoffa's palm and said, "We're here for a date, just strolling around, and we're about to leave this place."

"Dating?"

The old lake demon laughed dumbfoundedly.

"Your age, and his age? Or do you think I'm blind."

Hoffa's mental force field shrank to the extreme, and he could see the rocks at his feet trembling. When trembling, fine lines appeared on the surface.

Osylvia didn't speak.

The old lake demon smiled and said, "Kiss him once, and I'll let you go."

Hoffa stared into the ice-blue eyes of the other party, and there was only teasing in those eyes, a cat-and-mouse look.

Osilvia let go of her palms and cupped Hoffa's face.

Hoffa was startled, is this guy for real?

But Osilvia just stuck to his right ear, her lips squirming: "I'll hold it, you go back to school and find Dippet."

Then, she raised her head: "I kissed."

The old lake demon tilted his head, "Interesting, the teacher should be imprisoned in Azkaban for doing this kind of thing to the students, Miss Romanov."

Osilvia's disguise faded away, and she pulled out her wand: "What are you planning, since you know that I am a teacher, you dare to stop me?"

"teacher."

The lake demon shook his head, regretfully said: "This is our territory, you shouldn't break into it."

"When did this become your territory?" Osilvia said cautiously: "This is Hogwarts' territory, it belongs to Hogwarts, and it has always been."

"All this time?" The old lake demon smiled sarcastically:

"Our race has been multiplying and living here for tens of thousands of years. How long have you wizards been here? How dare you tell me, a witch with no hair yet?"

As soon as it finished speaking, all the lake monsters behind them raised their weapons.

Osilvia took a step back vigilantly:

"What do you want to do? Your ancestors signed an agreement with the school. According to the agreement, the magical humanoid animals inhabiting Hogwarts shall not harm students and teachers. I think you understand this agreement."

"yes."

"But the agreement has changed, and the times will change. It's a coincidence that you are here."

The old lake demon said coldly, "Kill them."