Chapter 146 11, the Castle

An hour later, in the darkness, two figures hovered out of the air and landed on the neat cobblestone ground.

The two figures are exactly Hoffa and Aglea.

Aglaia casually threw a broken water glass in the trash can, which was the portkey sent here from St. Mungo's Hospital.

The lingering aftertaste of the portkey made Hoffa a little sick to his stomach. He stood on the dense cobblestone ground and looked up.

In the moonlight, a huge manor towers over the darkness. It has a pointed dome and a wall covered with ivy. It is located on the hillside, very majestic and strict.

"That's your house?"

"Um."

Aglea nodded.

"Thigh, please hug."

Hoffa laughed.

"Really want to hug?"

Aglaia asked seriously.

Hoffa tried to kneel, but was kicked away by Aglaia, and the two laughed.

Before he could take a closer look at this traditional castle, a cheerful yellow figure shot towards Aglaia and Hoffa in the distance.

It is a poodle, also known as Teddy in later generations.

Aglaia squatted down and happily hugged the poodle's neck: "Hi, Buster. Miss me?"

The poodle barked twice, then turned around and struggled out of Aglaia's arms, resting its front paws on Hoffa's thigh.

Just as Hoffa was about to touch it on the head, the poodle hugged his thigh, began to shake his butt seriously and vigorously, and raised his thigh.

While daydreaming, it looked directly into Hoffa's eyes, as if asking him if he was happy,

Hoffa was in a trance for a while, and his thigh shook like an electric shock.

Aglaia quickly pulled Teddy away, put his hands on his hips and cursed, "Buster, what are you doing!?"

Buster smiled aggrievedly, looked at Hoffa, his lower body was still moving.

"I'll castrate you tomorrow!"

Aglaia said viciously and coldly.

Buster seemed to understand, it curled up, howled twice, and its buttocks did not move.

Hoffa rubbed his head with a headache. Aglaia balabala educated her, and held the distinguished guest in her arms, "Let's go, you still have a lot to do."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll take you to change clothes first." Aglaia hugged the VIP with one hand and pointed at Hoffa with the other. "You can't wear your work clothes."

Hoffa said no more, and the two walked slowly into the manor on the cobblestone path on the hillside. Along the way, Hoffa saw wizards apparating over and over again.

But for Hoffa, those people cast curious eyes. He was still wearing plain blue and white overalls, in stark contrast to those well-dressed wizards.

After entering the manor, an attendant next to him opened the door for Hofala. Aglea pushed him down beside an old man dressed as a housekeeper.

"Help this Mr. Bach change, Rem. Bring him to me after changing."

The lean old man in a tuxedo pushed his glasses and bowed silently, so respectful that no one could fault him, and so professional.

He followed the old man into the dressing room of the mansion, where many maids and entertainers shuttled in an orderly manner. It felt as if he had come to the set of Downton Abbey.

The old man quickly came to Hoffa with a large stack of clothes, and said while unfolding:

"There are no boys of your age in the castle, but fortunately Mr. Delasses has a lot of clothes left behind. Although the style is a bit old, it is still no problem to wear it."

The tuxedo butler said, "Mr. Bach, what style do you like?"

"Call me Hoffa," he said.

"Yes, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa: "Whatever you want, you can do whatever you want."

He straightened his hands, like a submissive landlord's servant girl.

The old butler didn't say anything more, and quickly and quickly changed Hoffa into a very elegant black retro dress.

After changing his clothes, Hoffa looked at himself in the mirror, looking like a dog.

But what I thought of was the day when I went to Gringotts to cheat money two years ago. This challenge seemed to come more suddenly than the one two years ago.

Walking into the main hall of the old castle, Hoffa can only describe this place with soaring vigor and evil capitalism.

An ancient crystal chandelier is suspended on the enchanted ceiling, which is bright and bright. The murals on the dome are comparable to Michelangelo's thirty years of hard work. On the huge arch, there are sculptures of various seraphs.

The ground attendants shuttled back and forth, and countless silver dinner plates were placed on the ice cubes at the buffet.

This made him a little uncomfortable, looking at the attendants who opened the door for him, at the brightly lit red carpet in front of him, and at the strangers around him who were potbellied and holding canes, nodding and bowing reservedly to each other.

Hoffa couldn't help lamenting the huge gap between the rich and the poor in society. At noon, he was still queuing up to buy sandwiches on the side of the road, and at night he could taste fifty kinds of seafood with his dinner plate.

Even though World War II was being fought outside, these people still had enthusiastic smiles on their faces. It's like being in the prosperous age of Taoyuan.

Thinking of Black Friday that detonated World War II, Hoffa seemed to see nothingness under this brilliant light.

At this time, there was a look from the crowd, and Hoffa stopped.

The owner of a sharp gaze is a middle-aged woman, she has long black hair, quite beautiful, she is wearing a black dress, and surrounded by the crowd with a fierce temperament, it seems that she wants to cut Hoffa completely with her eyes.

Can figure out her identity with her toes too.

Hoffa felt that the friend's mother did not seem to welcome him.

Looking away, the old butler stood on the stairs and said softly, "Come with me."

Go up the spiral staircase. On the walls of the castle, there are many photos or oil paintings. Those should be the portraits of the owner of the castle.

After following the housekeeper to the third floor of the house, the conversation downstairs gradually disappeared, and the surrounding became very quiet. The main character in the oil painting on the wall gradually became the girl he knew well.

Hoffa looked along the wall one by one. From these photos, he can clearly see the growth process of Aglaia, from a young girl with a bun face to a girl with an oval face.

Just looking at it, he found a problem.

Aglaia was a Veela girl, but in all the photos Hoffa saw no other Veela women.

In the rows of photos on the wall, beside her, there is always a dignified and dignified woman with fluttering black hair, the one I saw downstairs.

Although her mother is beautiful, her appearance is not similar to Aglaia, and she has no Veela blood.

This made him frown, and Hoffa couldn't help asking the housekeeper: "Where is Aglaia's father?"

"Mr. Delasses is on a business trip."

The housekeeper replied lightly, he walked to a door, made a gesture of please, and then slowly backed away.

However, before he could enter, several other boys and girls who were a few years older than him came over in the corridor.

One of them saw Hoffa,

"Hi! Bach."

Hoffa turned his head to look, and it was a blond girl who called him. She had an oval face, a blue robe, and a few freckles on her fair face. She stretched out her hand.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Hi."

Hoffa said, "Excuse me."

He had never seen this girl a few years older than himself in front of him, and he didn't know why she looked so familiar.

"Sherlock, Aglaia's sister. After what happened last semester, it's hard not to know you."

"Oh," Hoffa laughed dryly, feeling a little embarrassed.

Sherlock, seems like a boy's name, Hoffa thought. Aglaia never said that he had a sister, and he extended his hand politely.

The other party started to introduce familiarly: "This is Delphine, who just graduated from Beauxbatons, and this is Carlson, who just graduated from Durmstrang."

The young man named Carlson had an arrogant look on his face. He was wearing an elegant golden knit robe and had black hair. He held Hoffa's fingertips quite reservedly.

"Hoffa, what's your last name?"

"I"

"Surname Bach."

Before Hoffa could speak, the tall girl named Delphine spoke first. She took the initiative to extend her hand and shook hands with Hoffa. She has exquisite features, is wearing a gray linen robe, and has a bald head.

"I've heard of you, the student who cast the Great Shield Charm, yes?"

"No, I didn't even know there was such a nickname."

Hoffado glanced at the weird bald girl named Delphine, and felt a little familiar.

"Bach? Sounds like a Muggle family."

Carlson looked puzzled.

Hoffa didn't answer, and the two girls next to him didn't pay much attention to him.

"Want to go down and eat something together?"

Sherlock asked carelessly.

"But I have to wait."

Hoffa pointed to the room.

"It's okay, this is Aglaia's own home, and she can't escape."

Sherlock laughed, "Let's go, let's go downstairs first. Wait while we eat."

Hoffa glanced at the room. Although he was reluctant, but out of politeness, he followed the crowd down the stairs and into the hall.

As soon as they arrived at the hall, another group of boys and girls of about the same age surrounded them. There are about a dozen of them. They all seemed to know each other well and greeted each other.

As soon as the boy named Carlson entered the crowd, he became alive like a fish entering the water.

"Oh, Julian, long time no see."

He patted another teenager on the shoulder, "How is the recent painting?"

He took a box of cigars out of his pocket and offered him one.

"Very good," the boy said with a smile, "It's a pity that I can't go to Paris now. I plan to develop in the United States after a while."

The boy lit a fire for him, and the two of them exhaled a smoke ring each.

"Is it?"

Carlson held the young man's shoulder, and held a glass of wine relaxed and freehand, "Julian is a wizard abstract painter, very talented."

"Is it?"

Delphine smiled and said, "Whoever is a wizard still draws, the camera can take pictures like a real person."

"Isn't it?"

The surrounding roared with laughter, and the painter named Julian also laughed in agreement, but he didn't seem to be happy.

"Oh, have you heard recently that Leonard Moon, the Minister of Magic, has found a new female secretary?"

"Isn't that normal?"

"No, this female secretary."

The topic of everyone was fleeting like running water. Hoffa was absent-minded. He was not interested in any art. He stared upstairs, hoping that Aglaia would come down quickly. Get him out of this embarrassing situation quickly.

"Mr. Bach."

"Mr. Bach?"

He didn't come back to himself until someone called him next to him. It turned out to be Sherlock, she asked with a smile:

"What's your political stance?"