176 Chapter 43, Intertwined Dreams

The unexplained disappearance of her friends surprised and angered Aglaia. She was silent for about 30 seconds. Finally, she walked over and grabbed Fatil's collar.

"Hey, talk! What's going on?"

"Spiritual dream."

Fatil broke off his daughter's fingers: "Just now we were under the cover of a certain wizard's mental force field and were affected by his spirit. The rest of the team may have been assimilated by its spirit."

"What's the meaning?"

"When a wizard's spirit is strong enough, it can affect the surrounding environment, and even synchronize your thinking with it."

Fatil looked at the castle on the other side of the lake and murmured: "There are not many existences with this kind of power."

spiritual dream

Transfiguration, dragon.

She seemed to feel something vaguely, but the feeling was vague and not real at all.

After thinking for a moment, she asked, "What does this guy want to do? Why did he take the students and the dragon away?"

"You ask me how I know, is it me?"

After speaking coldly, Fatil walked to the fire, quickly packed up his equipment and luggage, and looked ready to go on the road.

"What are you doing?" Aglaia asked.

"I want to get those students back immediately." Fatil didn't look up, "This is my responsibility."

"Take me with you." Aglea said immediately.

Fatil, who was packing up the equipment, was taken aback for a moment. He raised his head and glanced at Aglaia, and found that the other party had seriousness written all over his face.

He shook his head: "you get out of here first. You can't get involved in this matter. "

"Where do I go when I leave here? School?"

"Go home. Aglaia, go home."

Fatil looked at the darkness around him, and said firmly: "Let your mother send you to the United States, and never return to Europe."

"You have given up your heart."

Aglea refused without thinking.

But Fatil stared at her relentlessly: "Be obedient, don't be so stubborn, you, a child, can't get involved in this matter."

child.

Aglaia froze for a moment, and the back of her clenched hand suddenly showed veins. There was a hint of sarcasm on her face:

"Do you think that sending me to a so-called safe place alone, and then doing it yourself here is dangerous, and this sense of tragedy makes you feel good?"

Fatil's expression was slightly stunned.

Aglaia: "You came to Hogwarts to teach for two months, and you didn't say an extra word to me. Now all my friends have been taken away. You are pretending to be a good father at this time. What is on your mind?"

Fatil stood silently on the spot.

"Oh I see."

Aglaia folded her arms and said sarcastically, "Usually you don't talk to me more because you are afraid that other students will be dissatisfied and your ideal stability will be destroyed, right?"

Fatil rubbed his temples, took a deep breath, and sighed:

"You are a very smart witch, but Europe is not suitable for you now. In such a war-torn place, your little cleverness is useless at all. Be obedient, go home, and let your mother send you to North America."

"Let me remind you once."

Aglea directly interrupted Fatil: "You and I have only met twice. The time we have spent together is only two months now, and we have not spoken more than thirty sentences in this life.

"so."

The girl narrowed her eyes.

"Don't tell me how to live my life, I know how to live it."

The forest is pitch black, and under some open trees, there will be crackling water droplets falling on them, making it cold to the neck.

The two men in the forest were locked in a standoff, the first time they had actually faced their closest relatives in two months. But found that no one can convince anyone.

After a while, Fatil murmured: "You really look like your mother."

"Don't play the emotional card for me."

Aglaia interrupted her father again.

"My idea is to write to the Ministry of Magic or the school first. I think there must be a conspiracy behind the disappearance of the fire dragon and the students. We need human support."

"No."

Fatil simply refused: "There is no one I trust outside, not a single one."

"It's unreasonable. I can't even write to my mother?"

"No, she has nothing to do with this matter, don't involve her in it."

Aglea: "What about your plan?"

"There is no plan. I will look for it. Although that guy just affected your spirit, but at the moment of the fight, I also left a beacon on my body. He can't escape my pursuit."

"real?"

"You can choose not to believe it."

Aglaia curled her lips: "It's quite interesting, but if you don't find helpers, what if you can't fight after chasing him? There are only two of us."

Fatil: "If a wizard's spiritual power is so extreme, his body will inevitably be extremely weak. This is the natural way. As long as he finds his body and destroys it, this spiritual force field will naturally collapse."

At this moment, in the castle, Hoffa was sitting in the center of the hall with messy cups and dishes, looking at the flickering green flame above his head, his golden pupils were as dim as dust.

Beside him, countless men and women swayed and danced in carnivals, carrying out young people's parties, with noisy and harsh sounds.

He doesn't like this kind of indulgent entertainment, which stresses him out and wears him down.

An unknown Gryffindor girl squeezed beside him and handed a glass of oak wine to Hoffa: "Want to dance?"

Hoffa frowned in disgust, then he took the wine and drank it with a stiff smile. This smile is like a mask on his face, hard and fragile.

"No, I have a partner," he said.

"Hey, where is it?" the girl asked.

"She went to the bathroom."

Hoffa prevaricated: "Come back later."

"Cut." The girl pouted, stood up and left.

After a while, another similar girl sat up and asked him, "Do you dance?"

Before Hoffa could answer, William leaned over and put it on the girl's shoulder: "Don't be like this, brother. When it's time to relax, just relax. Don't be too restrictive, the principal and the others are not here today. Hiccup."

His Halloween makeup, I don't know if it was washed off or licked off. It looks neither human nor ghost.

Hoffa looked slightly cold: "You had a good time."

William was taken aback: "Why don't you let yourself be happier?"

This sentence made Hoffa a little unbearable. He pushed William and the girl away, and walked out of the hall quickly under the somewhat inexplicable eyes of the fanatic.

After walking out of the hall, the expression on his face quickly changed from a smile to exhaustion.

He originally thought that he could use the muscle contraction of his face to change his mood, so that he could blend into the carnival of the students around him.

But it is futile.

Beneath the mask he felt bitingly alone.

Loneliness in the crowd.

He couldn't help thinking, is this kind of school what he once imagined?

He even wondered if everything he did for this school was worth it.

Why, after getting used to the magical magic, there is not much difference between this place and an ordinary European middle school.

He really wanted to find a place to read a book quietly. He really wanted to chat with Miranda, and he even began to miss the days of adventures with Aglaia.

Although Aglaia liked nothing more than to mess with him, created a lot of trouble for him out of thin air, but now he would rather go back to the first year and compete with her in the Potions classroom.

The brazier on the wall made his face flicker, and his shadow stretched long on the wall behind him. After walking to about the seventh floor, his depressed mood improved a little.

At this time, a slight whisper came from his ear.

"Hmph, pretentious."

"Who's talking?"

Startled, Hoffa turned his head and looked around, but didn't hear anything. After the ladies in the oil painting noticed his eyes, they closed their mouths consciously and looked at him curiously.

I don't know if it was because he drank too much in the hall, the corridor and the magic staircase in front of him fluctuated like water ripples, and some colorful colors flowed on the stairs, like a million-flower mirror, suddenly beautiful.

Hoffa rubbed his eyes, and the fluctuation slowly disappeared again. He hastily checked his spiritual consciousness. Everything works fine without any weird faces appearing.

"Did you drink too much?"

Hoffa muttered, "These goddamn guys."

Then, among the whispers of the oil paintings, he walked up the narrow bridge and came to Ravenclaw's eagle ring, which spread its wings:

more important than life

scarier than death

abandoned by the poor

the rich have been chasing

miser willing to give

squanderers keep

After Yinghuan finished the riddle, he waited on the spot.

Hoffa was stumped by the question, which the Eagle Ring had never asked before. Generally speaking, the less welcoming people are in the Eagle Ring, the more difficult the questions will be. Could it be that Yinghuan doesn't welcome him at all?

He rubbed his head and turned around on the narrow bridge, trying to figure out the answer to the riddle.

more important than life

scarier than death

abandoned by the poor

the rich have been chasing

miser willing to give

squanderers keep

What the hell is this riddle? Can't figure it out at all.

He thought it would be nice if only Aglaia was around now, she was never stumped by any riddles.

Just when he was puzzled, a faint question came from beside him: "What's wrong with you? I can feel that you are very conflicted."

Hoffa turned around and saw a boy who was about the same size as himself standing behind him. He had the same Ravenclaw blue robes as himself, black hair, and black eyes. He looks ordinary.

"Can't you figure out the riddle of the Eagle Ring?"

asked the strange boy.

Hoffa looked at the other party, thought for a long time, and realized that he had never seen the other party, and there were very few people in Ravenclaw. If you have seen it, you should be more or less impressed.

"I can't figure it out."

Hoffa shook his head, "You know the answer again."

"I don't know, I just know that you shouldn't be here."

"Then where should I go?" Hoffa asked perfunctorily.

"Anywhere is fine, and a free adventure is better than socializing with ordinary people at Hogwarts."

"hehe."

Hoffa smiled: "I'll go back to the dormitory to get something, and you can drive."

"Are you going to lie to yourself?"

The boy said with a smile.

Hoffa turned his head suddenly and looked at him straight. No matter how he looked, he felt that this guy looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. But if you think about it seriously, you can't remember it.

"Who are you?" Hoffa asked. "I didn't see you at school."

"Oh, I'm nothing."

The boy smiled and held out his hand.

What the hell, Hoffa thought. He didn't intend to shake hands with this inexplicable guy, he just wanted to get back to the common room.

"Why don't you shake my hand."

the boy asked earnestly.

Hoffa frowned, he had never seen such a blind guy. Can't you see that you are not in the mood to talk to him at this time?

Seeing the boy hanging his hand in the air stubbornly, Hoffa suppressed his displeasure out of politeness, and shook him impatiently.

However, he wanted to pull his hand back, but found that his palm seemed to be imprisoned by iron tongs. He twitched again, but he didn't twitch. His eyes suddenly became serious, he knew how strong he was, even an adult strongman would not be able to drag him to such a death. This is absolutely not normal.

The strange boy stepped forward and whispered in his ear: "I know what you're thinking, don't you think those people don't obey the rules?"

After speaking, he moved his head away from Hoffa's head and stared directly at him.

"Why do I want none of your business?" Hoffa became more and more annoyed.

"Of course it's none of my business. How about we go down and kill them?"

"What?"

Hoffa was horrified, "What kind of crazy talk are you talking about?"

"Life is just a few decades. If you can't live a happy life, then what's the point of living."

The young man said softly, "After a hundred years or so, we will cease to exist. All rules and morality are false. Why are you living so depressed?"

"go away."

Hoffa wanted to push him away impatiently, when did Hogwarts have such anti-social thoughts. A wave of suppressed hostility rose up.

"Let go," he said.

Stranger: "Go."

Hoffa: "What if I say no?"

The strange boy raised his left hand and raised three sticks: "I'm doing this for your own good."

Hoffa: "Are you sick?"

The stranger's fingers turned into two: "Only you are right about this, and the answer is yes."

Hoffa's face was completely gloomy. It's fine to be out of tune with others in the hall, but now he wants to go back to the common room and meet some inexplicable guy.

Stranger: "Why pretend to be the same as others, it will be very painful for you."

Hoffa: "I won't say it a third time, get out."

The strange boy turned his head slightly: "It seems that we can't communicate in words."

As soon as he finished speaking, the strange boy's expression became ruthless, exactly the same as when Hoffa beat up his boss at St. Mungo's Hospital.

He grabbed Hoffa's right arm and slammed him directly towards the narrow bridge. This force was so huge that Hoffa felt that he was bitten by an adult fire dragon. He was thrown high like a yo-yo, swinging Cross the narrow bridge and fall directly to the narrow bridge.

This made him terrified, because at the second of his shot, he completely lost control over magic, and he couldn't use any abilities, whether it was ghost walking, human body deformation, or activation state.

The sense of weightlessness hit him, he was like a Muggle falling from a tall building, with the whistling wind in his ears, and the fear of death in his heart, everything was so real.

Just a second before falling to the ground, he woke up in a cold sweat.

His heart was beating like a giant drum without stopping, his chest heaved violently, and the adrenaline rush made his lips dry.

It turned out to be a nightmare, and he didn't even know when he entered the dreamland.

Surrounded by the noisy hall and the messy banquet, he seemed to have walked a long way, but in fact he never left, sitting in the hall all the time.

There was still a wine glass in front of him, and a Gryffindor girl put his shoulder on his shoulder and asked with a smile, "Hey, dancing?"

The voice was faint and distant, Hoffa snatched the wine glass from the girl's hand, and drank it tremblingly. More than half of the wine was spilled, and he didn't drink any taste.

The girl thought he agreed to the dance request, so she took his arm and pulled him to the center of the hall with a charming smile.

People around started booing and applauding.

But just a few steps away, Hoffa stepped on a puddle of wine, fell to the ground top-heavy, smashed a row of dishes, and was in a mess.

The exclamation of the students around, and then the exclamation turned into laughter.

"Bach had too much to drink."

"Hey, Hoffa, get up."

"Dude, don't be so useless, haha."

Boys and girls stepped forward, trying to pull him up hurriedly.

As soon as he stood up, he had the tendency to slip down again.

A great and boundless sense of fear overwhelmed him, the fear of spiritual death, the fear of losing himself. The fear made him barely able to stand.

He pushed away the palms beside him, rushed out of the hall, and ran to Dumbledore's office in a panic.

"Hey, where are you going?" William called after him.

"Let's go together later."

But Hoffa didn't answer, he must find Dumbledore.