Chapter 182:49 The Law of Attraction

In the dim Room of Responsiveness, one person and one cat stare at each other.

This is the third time Hoffa has seen the strange cat. The first time was in the bathroom and the second time was in the lounge. This time it was in the Room of Requirement.

He didn't think it was some kind of accident any more, he stood where he was, looking at the cat. The cat tilted its head too, looking at Hoffa.

Hoffa squatted down slowly, and the black and white cat raised its paw. Hoffa reached out, and the cat put its paw on his hand, then rubbed its furry head against his palm.

He felt a little warmth.

This is a rational, autonomous, and soft creature. It is also the only creature willing to approach him now.

However, when he looked into the cat's chestnut eyes, an inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

"Miranda?"

He yelled softly.

Then he was taken aback by the whisper, he was proficient in transfiguration, of course he knew whether the cat in front of him was a real cat.

This is not an Animagus. Animagus only changes the biological structure, but does not change the essence, but the cat in front of him is essentially a cat.

Why would I recognize a cat as Miranda?

The cat withdrew its paws, jumped up and down, and began to walk quickly on the discarded garbage pile.

Hoffa followed behind it without hesitation. Whenever it turned a corner, the black and white cat would stop and wait for Hoffa for a moment.

In the old castle, the decadent boy followed behind a black and white cat,

They walked through corridors of battered furniture, climbed hills of hundreds of dried potion bottles, and walked past graveyards of rusted knives, axes, and swords.

Eventually they came to a corner formed by dilapidated cabinets and tall stuffed trolls.

The black and white cat glanced at him, nimbly squeezed through the gap, and disappeared into the cabinet.

Hoffa followed it, opened the door, and stooped in.

Although the heart is lost, low, and decadent. But when he looked through the cabinet, he was still deeply shocked by the sight in front of him.

Surrounded by all kinds of rubbish in the vaulted hall with a height of 100 meters, there is an open space of nearly 100 square meters.

In the open space, all kinds of densely packed animals crowded around and made strange shouts.

Voles, Tasmanian devils, cobras, parrots, horses, goats, golden monkeys

There are almost a hundred animals of all kinds.

Reasonable, irrational, tropical, frigid, all kinds of messy animals are available, as if a large zoo has been relocated here.

The black and white cat jumped two times in a row and squatted on his shoulder. There was a light meow, like a sigh.

A field mouse spotted Hoffa coming in and let out a horrified cry. This cry was like pressing the off button of the volume, and the sound in the entire hall stopped.

The animals stared straight at Hoffa with fear and terror in their eyes.

The scene was so shocking that Hoffa forgot to breathe for a moment.

What the hell is this place?

At this time, there was a crisp sound in the distance.

Startled, Hoffa hid behind the Roman pillar with the black and white cat.

The door opened.

A wizard in black robes appeared, tall and handsome, with a troop of house-elves. It turned out to be his Transfiguration teacher, Jacob Bohan.

The house-elves followed him, each with a wooden basket full of food on top of his head.

As soon as the animals saw the house-elf, they resumed their chattering routine. They rushed up one by one, and surrounded the house-elves.

And the house-elves took down the baskets and fed them one by one. Jacob Bohan was among them, helping to feed them. Not stroking the animal's head.

Such absurd and weird scene made Hoffa's scalp tingle, and he just remembered that when he first met Jacob Bohan, his room was full of cats and dogs.

The cat purred lowly on his shoulder, the cry was very depressing.

Hoffa picked up the cat again and checked it again. It was a female cat. And it resisted Hoffa's attempts to check its gender.

This seemingly cute action magnified Hoffa's fear again. He thought of the missing student outside, as well as his missing roommate.

A sense of confusion welled up in my heart, accompanied by great anger.

If the cat is Miranda and I am powerless to change her back, or Miranda has essentially become a cat

The discovery made his arms tremble.

how so.

It's almost the same as murder.

Trembling, he stroked the cat's coat with his hand, almost unable to stand still.

He didn't know how advanced the transfiguration technique was to be able to do this, but it was the only possible murderer. It must be Jacob Bohan in front of him. The man he knew nothing about.

calm

calm

Hoffa took two deep breaths, and the arm holding the cat couldn't stop shaking. He kept telling himself that the cat was not Miranda. But he thought of Aglaia who was turned into a rabbit during the summer vacation.

That time, I couldn't completely undo the transformation.

And this time.

He pinched himself hard.

Let yourself stop trembling.

He must get out of here and tell others what happened here.

"Yo, here you come."

As soon as he opened his legs, the soft shouts around him made Hoffa fall into hell. He turned his head mechanically.

Jacob Bohan came to his side at some point, and greeted him with a smile. That state is as calm and calm as seeing a neighbor while feeding pigeons in the square.

ha! !

The cat on Hoffa's shoulders arched and its fur exploded.

Exactly like a real cat when frightened.

Hoffa took a step back, and then another step, leaning against the wall. Cold sweat:

"What are these?"

"Animals, do you like them?" Jacob smiled.

"animal?"

Hoffa suppressed: "There are so many students missing outside, and you are feeding so many animals here, does Dumbledore know what you are doing?"

Jacob Bohan patted Hoffa on the shoulder. He shook his head again. Showing a very headache expression, he sighed.

"I know what you're thinking, but these are serious charges, Hoffa, and I'm just taking care of them."

After speaking, he snapped his fingers.

The entire Room of Requirement came alive.

A broken table flew out of the piles of rubbish, and the table flew to the ground, and then a few worn-out chairs, cups, and tablecloths flew out of the furniture.

The cup and tablecloth flew past the house-elves, who sat with the animals, took out paper towels one by one, wiped the dirty cups and plates, and put them on the table.

Their movements are uniform, full of rhythm and beauty. It seems that there are rich assembly lines in the factory and no self-awareness.

Not long after, a neatly wiped long table appeared in front of Hoffa and Jacob.

Jacob Bohan took a step back, opened the table and chairs, and signaled Hoffa to sit down.

Hoffa had no idea what medicine was sold in the other party's gourd, but he had no choice.

The two sat down, the black and white cat jumped onto the table, and together with Hoffa, stared at the wizard without blinking.

A group of house-elves cleverly put some food in front of Hoffa.

Jacob said rather distressedly: "Eat a little, look at how thin you are. You can compete with Fatil."

Hoffa picked up the fork, and he pretended to be calm, but the slightly trembling fork still betrayed his inner anxiety.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't eat you again."

Jacob waved his hand: "By the way, you approached me before and said that you wanted to learn how to cast spells without a stick, right?"

"good."

"Why didn't you come to see me later, and I didn't see you talking to me in class. Is it because of the conflict with Sherlock?"

Hoffa used a fork to pick up the bread, but it smashed the plate. He couldn't control his strength.

"What's the deal with these animals?" Hoffa asked.

"Oh, let's chat casually, I'm still quite curious about you." The man stared at Hoffa without blinking: "I heard you went to see Dumbledore last night?"

"how do you know."

"Of course I know. Dumbledore can't teach you to cast spells without a stick. He only uses you when he needs you, doesn't he?"

Hoffa looked up as if struck by lightning, and he saw the man folded his arms and leaned on the chair, looking at him jokingly:

"He's not a good teacher, Hoffa. Albus Dumbledore would make a good leader, a leader of the pride.

But definitely not a great teacher. A good teacher should put the feelings of his students first. "

The air gradually quieted down, and some unknown emotions began to ferment. Hoffa straightened up, his body tensed like a statue.

The sorcerer in a black robe tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes became as sharp as a falcon:

"Why didn't you come to me after that?"

Hoffa: "Because I didn't meet your requirements."

"Haha, that's it."

His expression suddenly changed from dangerous to friendly:

"Actually not, I never thought of not teaching you, you met my requirements two years ago.

I just think that maybe you still need some training to be worthy of the ability to cast spells without a staff.

You used to be too dependent on Dumbledore, and too dependent on this school. How can a Ravenclaw who relies on Gryffindor abandon the magic wand? I can't think of an answer. "

After a pause, he crossed his fingers:

"But now, I think you've been tempered pretty much."

"Really." The iron fork was bent into three pieces at Hoffa's fingertips. He looked at the black and white cat on the table, "What have you done to my friend?"

"Can I finish the class, Hoffa?"

Jacob lifted a finger, and the fork, which Hoffa had bent into three, returned to normal.

"It is still necessary to maintain the minimum respect for the teacher."

Hoffa looked at the other party with an extremely pale face, and did not speak abruptly.

"Do you want to learn to cast spells without a stick?"

The man asked: "Do you want to be truly independent?"

"Think." Hoffa's voice was almost squeezed through his teeth.

"very good."

The man began to talk freely, ignoring Hoffa's eyes that were about to kill someone.

"Casting spells without a wand and casting spells with a wand are two systems. Casting spells with a wand means using the wand to handle the spell. I call it a rational process, which is syllables, actions, and strong control.

This kind of control seems to be actively doing something, but in fact it is passively accepting the rules of magic. It's like a clumsy boy chasing a proud girl. If you're lucky, it may take a long time to win her heart. If you're not lucky, you may work hard for many years but get nothing.

As for casting spells without a wand, I prefer to call it a perceptual process. Touch magic, learn about magic, and embrace and kiss magic. If possible, it has nothing to do with being in love with it.

Attract the magic to bloom for you, which is more useful than any rigid rational study. If magic is willing to be with you, willing to do anything for you, then you don't need those pointless mastery processes. "

While he was talking, the mountains of rubbish around him flowed like a river, and the forbidden things that had been piled up for thousands of years seemed to have a life of their own. They are separated and recombined with each other, and stacked layer by layer from a completely disordered state to form towering corridors. These corridors are interspersed with each other to form tall buildings similar to cities.

Hoffa looked at the thousand-year-old garbage flying in the sky, the old potion bottle, the rusted sword, and the wolf frisbee.

The other party is like a magnet, attracting different things to dance around you. What a powerful spiritual force field this is.

His Adam's apple twitched up and down, and he understood why the other party said those words to him.

I'm afraid that in the whole school, only I can understand what he is talking about. Because of my broken grip, it also attracts elements to change for myself, using the mental force field to change the environment.

It turned out that there was actually only a layer of window paper between me and casting spells without a stick. I had already learned casting spells without a stick from a teacher in the first grade.

And this teacher who has never had a certain face is sitting in front of him now.

"How do you do it?" Hoffa asked, eyes closed.

"belief."

The man raised a finger:

"Live in this world with the attitude of changing the world one hundred percent, and you can use the power of this world like an arm."

Hoffa clasped his palms under the table.

Finally, he opened his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"