161 Chapter 28, Responsibility

Staring blankly at the empty carriage, Hoffa thought to himself, what a mysterious guy.

At this moment, the train had stopped, and the rainstorm had turned into a drizzle, and the students got off the train one after another.

Hoffa looked at his watch, didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly ran to his original compartment. After chatting with the man just now, he surprisingly found a moment of tranquility.

He didn't think about the messy things like prison or not, maybe he was right.

Everyone is going to die, sooner or later is death.

Why think so much.

He trotted along the corridor, and when he returned to his original compartment, it was already empty, and his luggage and backpack were gone. Possibly transported away by house-elves.

Hoffa looked at the ordinary Muggle clothes on his body, and thought it was terrible. If he couldn't change clothes in the carriage, wouldn't it be too abrupt when he went to school? Could it be that everyone else was wearing school gowns and he was wearing a shirt?

Just when he was secretly annoyed, a voice of reproach sounded behind him: "You have been in the toilet for long enough."

He turned his head, and in the open carriage door on the opposite side of the corridor, Aglaia was wearing a blue-black school robe, sitting on a chair holding his clothes, her blue eyes shining brightly in the darkness.

"I thought you fell into the toilet."

After speaking, she handed over the clothes.

The other party was waiting for him here. God knows how long he had been waiting. Looking at the school robe in the corridor, Hoffa felt a little uncomfortable. Just a few hours ago, he had the idea that he would never want to see the other party again.

He silently took the school robe, closed the door, and put it on.

After wearing it, he opened the door: "Thank you for your help."

Thank you Miranda, okay," Aglaia said calmly, turning her head to the side, "She asked me to wait for you here. "

"Where's your cousin?" Hoffa asked.

"Let's go, with Miranda."

The two got off the train and came to the school platform.

At this moment, the large army was walking in front and was already far away from them. The rain in the sky has been rushing to the ground, and in the distance, a group of first-year freshmen can be seen struggling to hold a ferry ceremony on the choppy black lake.

Aglaia drew her wand, and with a slight flick, her wand elongated and the tip spread out, becoming an umbrella.

"Not bad transformation." Hoffa praised sincerely.

"Show shame."

Maybe it was because of the long waiting time, maybe it was the resentment that Hoffa left them behind, maybe it was because the last embarrassment of the summer vacation hadn't passed, in short, her words became very few.

Hoffa took the umbrella. Although Aglaia was still a centimeter taller than him according to his current height, he still took the umbrella, and the two chased after the large army ahead.

The rain clattered on the umbrella, but otherwise there was no other sound. The silence of his bluffing companion made Hoffa feel a little uncomfortable.

He remembered how the guy could talk for an hour in his first year just to show off about a potion.

"Where did you go after the birthday party?"

Aglea asked, "I searched many places but couldn't find you."

Hoffa scratched his head in embarrassment, but didn't answer. He could answer other questions, but his summer vacation experience was so crazy that he didn't even want to mention it to others.

Seeing Hoffa's appearance, Aglaia sighed and didn't press the question, but said lightly: "It seems that you have learned to keep it secret."

"What about you, don't you have a secret of your own?"

Hoffa said a little unhappy.

"What do you think?"

Aglaia gave him a cold look: "Hoffa, can you be normal."

"I'm not normal there." Hoffa replied casually.

"You actually think you're normal?"

"What?"

"I said, you are too abnormal, you don't have an owl, you don't like to socialize with people, you don't have your own hobbies, I sometimes..."

Aglaia gritted her teeth: "Sometimes I even think that you don't have any emotions or desires."

These words stunned Hoffa's brain for a moment, as if he had been stabbed by the Achilles' bell, he paused and distanced himself from Aglaia.

She walked into the rain curtain by herself, and Hoffa saw that her head was wet, so he rushed up quickly and covered her head with the umbrella.

For a while after that, the two of them didn't have any extra communication, they just walked.

When they came to the main entrance of the school, a group of short first-year wizards stood in the rain. Above their heads, there was a transparent shield with a bright silver phoenix blocking the rain.

Dumbledore, the current headmaster and vice-headmaster of Ravenclaw, was standing on the stone steps, giving pre-enrolment lectures to this group of young wizards. He was wearing an elegant velvet coat, and the long tail of the robe fluttered slowly in the rain without any rain.

Behind him stood the prefects of the four major colleges.

After walking up the steps, Hoffa saw Aglaia's cousin, the Ravenclaw prefect staring at himself and Aglaia, frowning slightly.

He handed back the umbrella that the wand turned into, and Aglaia took it, turned and walked up the stairs without saying a word, passed by his cousin, and disappeared into the castle.

Hoffa felt a little uncomfortable, he hesitated for a moment, and after putting some distance away from her, he walked up the stairs. Just before entering the corridor, Dumbledore stopped lecturing the new students:

"Wait a minute, Bach, I have something to ask of you."

Hoffa stood still: "What is it?"

Dumbledore walked up to Hoffa and bent down: "This year, I hope that after the sorting ceremony is over, you will read the school's new arrangements for this year."

"What?" Hoffa was taken aback when he heard this.

Dumbledore whispered: "You have also seen the state of the school this year, it is very depressed. These freshmen need a little hope, a little encouragement. No one is more suitable than you to give a speech. You know, among the students who come to the school, many It's all because of your influence last year."

Hoffa couldn't say a word for a long time.

Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder, smiled and said, "It's okay, don't be nervous, I've typed up the manuscript, you just need to read it as you like, of course, if you want to give yourself a little freedom, that's okay too."

After speaking, he couldn't help but stuff a piece of parchment into Hoffa's arms.

Hoffa looked at the parchment with a pale face. The words on it were densely packed like tadpoles, making his scalp numb. He put the parchment in his arms, feeling heavy in his heart.

For an introverted and lazy person like him, giving a speech is really life-threatening.

After Dumbledore kept Hoffa by his side, he continued to stand in front of the freshmen and said, "...In short, the rules this year are not so strict, but I also hope that during the limited free time, you can In their respective colleges, find their own sense of belonging”

Dumbledore was chattering, and he always liked to talk.

Hoffa stood behind him silently looking at the group of radish heads in the rain. Thinking back to when I came to the school two years ago, the then vice-principal Adebegorshak only said one word.

(Silence, whichever college you are assigned to is that college)

Thinking of Professor Adebe, he was in a daze, as if the first grade was a long, long time ago. At that time, Professor Adebe seems to have tutored him a few times alone.

Before I knew it, I was already in the third grade.

He was thinking about it endlessly, at this time. He suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his neck.

Extremely keen perception let him know that someone is watching him. He turned his head and saw a figure waved to him in the window on the third floor of the tall castle.

Then, he pulled up the window and disappeared from sight.

Just a glimpse, Hoffa didn't recognize the person who greeted him at all.