157 Chapter 24, Hope

Time is like a flowing river.

For a month, I don't eat or drink, and don't stretch or scatter.

For two months, I didn't eat or drink, I didn't stalk or scatter, and I didn't think about it.

three months.

four months.

six months

one year.

two years

In the end, he didn't even have a sense of time. After being locked up for an unknown period of time, Hoffa stopped talking to himself in the dark room. No more walking around.

But in his brain, it was like a venue.

Countless people walk around, making suggestions, telling jokes, singing, brooding, or arguing with red faces.

The blurred outline of the scenery in the empty dark room, the distant conversation of the prisoners passing by, everything feels so strange, so hostile, so meaningless, Hoffa deeply loathes this world. However, the most disgusting thing is himself, his heart is surging, and his crazy impulses are tearing him apart. But on the surface, he remained motionless.

Why continue living with the burden of misery? Why continue to struggle like this to survive? Hoffa felt that the desire to destroy himself, to make himself non-existent, far exceeded his instinctive desire to survive.

He smiled foolishly, and at the same time, he looked at himself who was smiling foolishly indifferently.

At this time, a slight sound of footsteps reached his ears. The footsteps were not meaningless, they were purposeful footsteps.

The silly smile on Hoffa's face slowly disappeared, becoming indifferent and sharp.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, countless Hoffa stopped their work, raised their heads, and stared vigilantly and indifferently at the direction of the sound.

The footsteps grew louder.

Then, the footsteps stopped in front of Hoffa's cell.

Hoffa smiled silly again.

next second.

Boom! !

The iron door of the confinement room was pulled open with a bang.

Two figures standing behind him were revealed.

The door opened, and the dazzling light made Hoffa cover his eyes and scream. Accustomed to the darkness, he saw the light, as if putting his eyes on a fire.

A tall figure quickly stepped forward, bent over and hugged Hoffa. He hugged Hoffa, stroking his head repeatedly.

The man was dressed in blue-purple robes and had auburn beard and hair. His expression was frightened and angry, it was Albus Dumbledore.

All the conjectures in his mind disappeared at this moment. Hoffa trembled and trembled. He covered his eyes, completely unable to describe the feeling at this moment.

It was hope, and there was emotion, but under that emotion, there was also great anger and unwillingness.

Dumbledore turned back angrily:

"Vincent, this is what you did, locking an innocent student in the shadowless room?"

The man standing at the door shrugged, "It's not that he didn't make mistakes. As far as I know, when he was in St. Mungo's Hospital, he also injured an innocent high-ranking officer."

"Is it worth using the room where the dark wizard is held?"

"Albus, a diamond needs to be polished to shine. Since it's your student, there's nothing wrong with polishing it as soon as possible, haha."

Dumbledore's eyes were fixed, and he dragged Hoffa to stand up, his aura pressing every step of the way. At this time, the two jailers behind the warden stepped forward and stopped in front of Dumbledore.

After confronting each other for about two seconds, Dumbledore gave the warden a warning look, then helped Hoffa walk past the warden and two jailers, and up the steps.

Hoffa probably understood what happened, and Dumbledore came to find him. The confinement was over and he was free. However, at this moment, I didn't feel happy, let alone feel lucky.

The boiling anger and unwillingness were like the purest magma, burning in his heart, this was not everything he should bear.

After he was led by Dumbledore onto the narrow bridge, the prisoners were still howling and making all kinds of strange beast-like noises.

"Little rabbit, where are you going?"

"Are you going to leave just now?"

"Take me with you!"

"Will you just go by yourself?"

"Help me, save me, haha!"

The crowd made bursts of noise, and these violent noises were like electric drills piercing the eardrums, pushing his surging heart all the time.

When passing by a foul-speaking cell, a hand grabbed his clothes, trying to prevent him from leaving.

And Hoffa did stop.

Before Dumbledore could react, Hoffa grabbed the prisoner's arm sticking out of the iron fence without hesitation, and slammed it down hard.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the prisoner's arm was directly broken by Hoffa, completing a ninety-degree turn.

Then, before he could scream, Hoffa dragged his severed arm and pulled him forward heavily.

The bloodthirsty impulse boiling like magma made him open his mouth and bite the other person's face, biting off the prisoner's nose on the spot.

Blood spurted out.

The prisoner screamed.

Hoffa, whose mouth was full of blood, laughed, with indescribable madness and confusion in his eyes.

Dumbledore hurried forward, grabbed Hoffa, and dragged Hoffa, who was as crazy as a beast, out of the Azkaban prison.

After one hour.

An underground restaurant in London, England.

There is a warm fireplace burning in the dark room, and the floor is neatly arranged with niches, chest rooms, chests and other items. There are several round vaulted white rooms under the stone roof.

In the vaulted room, rows of bottles and cans were placed on the cabinets, and some bandages and surgical tools were placed on several light movable tables. There is a big iron bed in the center of the room. The room is illuminated by magic light like daytime. The light is soft, and everything looks very harmonious.

Under the light, Hoffa hugged his arms, wrapped in a blanket, and sat on the sofa with blank eyes.

The fire in the fireplace reflected on his pale face, adding a touch of life to his bloodless face.

There was a clanging sound behind him, and Albus Dumbledore waved his wand, and some tea leaves fell from the air into the cup.

He squeezed the teapot and poured some hot water into the cup, and the tea leaves released bursts of fragrance.

Afterwards, the tall body covered the flames, and Dumbledore stood in front of Hoffa and handed him a cup of hot tea. Hoffa was stunned for about thirty seconds before mechanically reaching out and holding the cup in his palm.

"This is a hotel opened by my friend. It is specially used to smuggle refugees. It is very safe."

Dumbledore said, and sat down in front of Hoffa.

"Do you feel any better?"

Hoffa didn't feel any better, but he still nodded habitually.

"Do you still remember the first time we met, at Wu's Orphanage?" Dumbledore asked. His voice was as faint as if it came from nine days away.

"At that time, you were still a little carrot and didn't understand anything. But you were very kind."

Hoffa nodded absently. His brain was in a state of blankness after boiling and high fever, and he couldn't process too much information.

"I know everything about you."

Dumbledore suddenly changed the subject and became sharper, "You should be more cautious."

Hoffa didn't realize what Dumbledore was talking about for a moment, he looked at the steaming green tea in his cup.

The green tea in the cup reflected his golden eyes, and he looked at the reflection in the smoke. In a trance, the tea in the cup seemed to be dripped with a drop of colored ink, and the clouds spread out, and the colorfulness gradually formed a person. The appearance of the face.

There was a tap on the shoulder.

The faint phantom disappeared, and Hoffa raised his head.

He found Dumbledore staring at him without blinking.

"Are you listening?"

he asks.

Hoffa put down his glass: "Excuse me, what did you say?"

Dumbledore sighed: "Hoffa, I can take you out this time, but it doesn't mean that I can do this every time."

Hoffa: "I"

Dumbledore: "You have to pay attention to your own image. You are no longer that orphanage student who has nothing. Your every move now represents Ravenclaw and Hogwarts."

Hoffa took a sip of his tea, and he took in the words.

So he nodded slightly.

Dumbledore waved his wand again, and some luggage and magic books flew out of the void, and they were neatly stacked on the coffee table in front of Hoffa.

"I got all your things out of St. Mungo's. You can stay here for a while."

"How long has it been?"

Hoffa asked hoarsely.

He felt that he had been locked up in that dark room for many years, maybe he had missed third grade, maybe World War II was over, maybe he had missed many, many things, maybe

But Dumbledore looked at him sympathetically.

"Hoffa, you've only been locked up for one day."

Hoffa shook his hand and looked up in shock.

"The time in the shadowless confinement room is different from the real world. After I heard what happened to you, I rushed over immediately. But it still couldn't stop you from being locked up inside."

After a pause, Dumbledore continued:

"Summer vacation is still going on, but you will soon usher in a new grade, come on."

He blinked, turned and disappeared through the door.

After Dumbledore left the room, Hoffa was stunned for a long time. He looked at his palm and was in a daze.

only one day.

only one day.

Afterwards, he fell down on the sofa as if all his strength was drained in an instant. The ticking of the clock in the ear. And the sound of the crackling fire gradually receding from him.

only one day.

He felt that it would be more than ten years.

At this moment, he was once again separated from the real world. Some specious voices sounded in his mind like whispers:

"We...unprecedented and unprecedented."

"We... transcend time."

He closed his eyes, and there was a certain force, like the unstoppable gravity of the earth, pulling him back to the lonely state again.

But at the same time, a glimmer of hope filled his chest like a flame. This shred of hope brought him some warmth and expectation, and he rarely felt the value of existence.

This value of existence dispelled the murmurs in his ears, and it also allowed him to cheer up.

He forced himself to forget all the unhappiness and coldness that happened in the prison, stood up quickly, and began to pack all the books and clothes he could see in front of him.

At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind, he wants to go back to Hogwarts, and he won't be lonely when he goes back to Hogwarts.