375 Chapter 29, Flying in the Night Sky

It was only a month since he left Hogsmeade last time, and when Hoffa returned here again, it was indeed occupied by wizards as Aberforth said.

There are figures everywhere, some riding on trees, some standing on the roof, some of them are holding wands, some are holding bows and arrows, and some are even holding Muggle machine guns.

It's just that the expressions of these wizards are a little tired and numb. Obviously, the battle with the Squib soldiers has greatly drained their spirits.

As Aberforth passed by, he loudly ordered the wizards to change shifts. The wizards who received the order were relieved and retreated from their respective posts, while some young wizards who followed Hoffa nervously boarded their posts.

When those young wizards walked back, Aberforth said to Hoffa: "Don't look at them like this, but they are the last hope among wizards. If their magic power is lost, I guess the wizarding world will be over."

"It's not over."

Hoffa said firmly.

Aberforth was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly, and said, "Of course, of course it won't be over, Bach. This is the place with the largest number of wizards in England, more than my brother's. Of course, his It is true that people are better than me. However, now that you join us, it is not necessarily true. We can definitely bring back Hogwarts and reshape the age of wizards."

"Professor Dumbledore sent me to you."

Hoffa said lightly: "He said you have an extremely important task to entrust to me, right?"

Aberforth waved his hands irritably, "Okay, okay, I know you are from the Order of the Phoenix, my brother will trick other people into working for him, you have to be careful!"

"I'm not a member of the Order of the Phoenix. I must repay Dumbledore's kindness for saving me. Now, leave the task to me." Hoffa said seriously.

Aberforth glared at him, "Why are you in a hurry, have dinner first and rest a little bit, you know, I have many young wizards here who want to see you."

Hoffa wanted to hurry up and enter the mission, but Aberforth was too kind to refuse, and he was inconvenient to refuse. Had to go into the Pig's Head with Aberforth. However, he did not meet the new wizard on the first floor as Aberforth arranged. He went to the basement of the Pig's Head Bar alone, and meditated in a room with a portrait of a girl to accumulate magic power and prepare for possible accidents.

While he was meditating, the girl in the mural looked at him intently, as if she was very curious about this quiet boy. Has been meditating until night, someone came to knock on the door.

"Mr. Bach, the banquet is about to begin." Someone said outside the door.

Hoffa opened his eyes from meditation.

"Come on," he replied.

The people outside the door got an affirmative answer and left happily.

Hoffa jumped out of bed and saw the girl in the oil painting looking at him. So he calmly greeted the girl in the oil painting: "Hello, Arianna."

The girl in the oil painting blushed, and she turned her head shyly. Rubbing the corner of his clothes, he secretly looked at him.

But Hoffa had already left with his sword in hand.

When he came to the first floor of the Pig's Head Bar, the tables were full of food, and the young wizards greeted him when they saw Hoffa coming out. Hoffa also reached out to greet them with a warm smile on his face.

But the more so, he could feel the heavy pressure. Less than a few kilometers from this village is the closed Hogwarts, which is almost as dangerous as having a party under a burning powder keg.

Aberforth sat at the bar with several adult wizards, and Hoffa didn't know anyone, so he sat next to Aberforth. At this time, a man wearing a cowhide hat turned sideways and stretched out his hand.

"Mr. Bach, I am Teutonic, the reporter of the Daily Prophet."

Hoffa was originally not interested in the profession of journalists, but he felt that those who could still stick to the wizarding camp under the wave of declining magic power were worthy of respect. So he reached out and shook hands with the man.

"Mr. Bach, can I interview you?" Teutonic asked.

"If you have anything to say, just say it here."

Teutonic was overjoyed, took out a small book from his pocket, and asked, "How long do you think this weird decline in magic power will last?"

"I don't know." Hoffa said honestly.

He thought that since he came back from the future, the future must be certain. However, after experiencing the baptism of the nightmare, he no longer thought so. The future is still uncertain.

Teuton asked again: "Some wizards believe that the future is dominated by Muggle technology, and we wizards should also keep pace with the times and learn from Muggle technology and Muggle ideas. Especially Gringotts, they think we should stop using Jin Gallon, what do you think about going to integrate with Muggle banknotes?"

Hoffa was silent, as if in a nightmare. After he became the Minister of Magic, many people came to ask him for his opinion every day. And he often expresses his opinions and talks about some things. But now, as much as anything else that happened in his dream, he was tired of giving an opinion, of giving an opinion. What is the point of these views? Expressing his opinion would not get him to beat Sylby, nor would it get him to meet Aglaia.

"I don't understand anything, so don't ask me."

Hoffa said.

Teuton was taken aback, he didn't know what to write with the pen in his hand, he felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, Aberforth came to smooth things over at this time. He slapped Hoffa's shoulder hard and said to Teutonic.

"The future is not a Teutonic to analyze, but the future to be hoped, are you right, Bach?"

"It may also be used for fear."

Hoffa said softly.

"Maybe. But I still want to be more optimistic. We have experienced such big storms many times. How many people died in the goblin rebellion in the sixteenth century, it will also be in Hogsmeade, the wizards defeated the goblins , had the last laugh. This time will be no exception."

Aberforth said loudly: "We will definitely take back Hogwarts!"

His words triggered a small climax in the party, and the wizards raised their butterbeers one after another, speaking together, sweeping away the haze. And Hoffa just toasted, but didn't drink or eat. His abnormality made Aberforth feel strange.

"Bach, why don't you eat it?" He asked, "Try it, this fish is freshly caught from the lake."

Hoffa looked at the beautiful fried fish and omelets on the plate. Although the conditions were very difficult, the chef at the Pig's Head Bar put a lot of thought into preparing this banquet.

But such a thought seems somewhat out of place in Hoffa's view. At this moment, he has recovered his memory, and he clearly remembers that in the nightmare, Miranda once took him to eat an extremely exquisite meal before the scene of ecstasy for him. And that meal almost made him completely let go of his vigilance, and finally became a slave of desire.

At this moment, in the face of such carefully prepared food, Hoffa could not, and could not, begin.

He pushed away the plate and butterbeer, and said to the bartender in front of him, "Excuse me, do me a favor."

The bartender respected Hoffa very much, and immediately bent over and said, "Please tell me, sir."

"Bring me a loaf of brown bread and a glass of water."

Hoffa said.

The bartender was very surprised by such a request, but Hoffa was the one who requested it, so he went down to prepare.

Aberforth's eyeballs nearly popped out when the bar, black bread, and water were served.

"Bach, are you an ascetic? Why don't you eat what we have prepared."

Aberforth was surprised.

"Thank you for your hard work, Aberforth, but I only like to eat black bread now." After speaking, he slowly tore open the black bread, put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it with water.

"what happened?"

Aberforth asked thoughtfully.

There were sawdust in the black bread, so it didn't look delicious. Not to mention that sitting next to him was a Ravenclaw, and he had never seen a proud Ravenclaw eat such poor food.

Hoffa shook his head. There are some things that only he knows. Facing Aberforth's doubts, he just said: "Professor Dumbledore said that he has a mission for me. What kind of mission is that?"

When Hoffa talked about the business, Aberforth looked serious and replied: "Three days ago, Albus told me that the wizarding world has reached a critical moment of life and death. What we need most at this moment is unity. We need allies. Only with enough allies can we survive this crisis. For this reason, he hopes that you can go to Beauxbatons in France and persuade Headmaster Pierre of Beauxbatons to send troops to Britain to help retake Hogwarts."

Hoffa was taken aback for a moment, and it was actually Nicolas May's suggestion that he should go to France.

"Why should I go to Beauxbatons?"

Hoffa said in surprise: "Why didn't Professor Dumbledore go there in person? I don't speak French very well, and I don't know anyone there. If I go to France to ask for help, wouldn't it be good to send some people who are proficient in French affairs?"

"What do you know about yourself, Bach?" asked Aberforth.

"What do I know about myself?" Hoffa asked rhetorically.

"When Fatier was alive, he said more than once that you are just like his son. I think, including the members of the Drasses family in France, think so too. You know, he himself is a graduate at Beauxbatons."

Aberforth's words made Hoffa's body tense instantly. He sat motionless in his seat, his head buzzing. He picked up the glass in front of him and wanted to take a sip, but found that his hands were shaking constantly, and even the warm water in the glass was too hot to swallow.

"Excuse me, add some ice cubes"

He whispered to the bartender.

The bartender added ice cubes to Hoffa's glass, and he chewed on the ice cubes, crunching and swallowing. Only then did my tingling heart feel a little better.

Aberforth didn't notice Hoffa's strangeness. He said: "Albus had a deep relationship with Grindelwald when he was young. During the Wizarding Civil War, Grindelwald beat France very hard. It caused the French to hate the house and the black, and they didn't like to see Albus very much.

But you are different. Even though Fatil is gone and his family is almost completely in decline, for you, this brand cannot be removed. Everyone knows about your relationship with the Fatier family, and Beauxbatons and Ravenclaw also have a deep relationship. I think they will be very happy to see you coming. "

Hoffa bit several pieces of ice in a row, his face became more and more serious.

Aberforth whispered: "Now Beauxbatons are very exclusive, they only see their own people. Hoffa, if anyone is the most suitable for this job"

"Okay, needless to say. Let's go now."

Hoffa interrupted Aberforth.

He jumped off the chair and couldn't sit still for a moment.

If he was allowed to continue listening, he would have gone mad before the God of Nightmare drove him mad.

Aberforth looked at Hoffa in surprise: "What, are you leaving now?"

"Let's go now."

Hoffa said firmly.

Hoffa's workaholic attitude made Aberforth both grateful and guilty. He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Hoffa, saying: "This is a message from Albus. You give it to Principal Pierre , and, in any case, it is your task to gain Beauxbaton's support."

"learn."

Aberforth: "We will wait for you here, but, you know, our time is running out. It is crucial to have the support of our allies."

Hoffa put the letter in his pocket and asked bluntly, "How do I get there? Will any of you take me to apparate there?"

Aberforth smiled bitterly: "No way, Hoffa, the world's magic power is seriously draining now. I don't think even my brother can support such a long-distance apparition."

"Then how do I get there? I don't know the location of Beauxbatons."

Aberforth stood up, patted Hoffa on the shoulder and said, "Come with me."

The two left the Pig's Head Bar and came to the quiet deciduous forest behind the bar,

Here, Hoffa saw a black creature, kneeling quietly in front of the manger, eating something. The manger was not fodder, but fresh meat dripping with blood. It has a pointed head, prominent joints on its back, and many spikes at the joints. It looks like a ferocious black horse.

Thestrals?

Hoffa was surprised: "You want me to ride a Thestral?"

"Yes, after the loss of magic power, the loss of magical creatures is serious, and many of them are missing. Originally, there were many Thestrals here, but now this is the only one left."

Hoffa didn't have any ink marks either. Although the Thestral was full of thorns on its back, as long as it could complete the task, Hoffa didn't mind. Black bread can be eaten, and thestrals can also be ridden.

He came to the Thestral and touched the Thestral's back.

The double pupils of thestrals stared at Hoffa, still eating non-stop.

Hoffa rolled onto the jagged back of the Thestral. It grunted a few times in displeasure, stood up slowly, and kept turning back and forth in the slot with its mouth.

Aberforth stood beside Hoffa and said: "Thestrals know the way, you just tell it, and it will take you where you want to go. Of course, it looks like this, so it won't be too comfortable to sit on. And , or such a long-distance trek, the time will definitely not be short, Hoffa, thank you very much."

"There is no need to say more about these things, Aberforth. Before I come back, it's better not to get close to Hogwarts. The monsters there are terrifying." Hoffa urged while riding on the back of thestrals.

"good."

Aberforth patted the Thestral's neck and whispered a few words into its ear.

Thestral immediately raised its sharp head high and spread its black wings. Since it had no rein, Hoffa hugged it around the neck.

Then, the Thestral galloped on the ground. During the gallop, it flapped its wings, its legs gradually left the ground, and circled upward.

Hoffa watched the night below him, as Aberforth and Hogsmeade dwindled. The Hogwarts Castle in the distance appeared in the night, but at this moment, the castle seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze coat, making it difficult to see clearly.

Before Hoffado had a look at the castle, thestrals led him up all the way, into the dense clouds.

The moisture in the clouds wet Hoffa's face and hair. He hugged the Thestral's bony neck, and a certain tremor rose from the bottom of his heart again, making him close his eyes tightly.

Leaving the cloud covered with water vapor, Hoffa entered a higher sky, where he could see the bright moon in the sky and a shining Milky Way. Due to the high altitude, the temperature of the air was very low, and a layer of hoarfrost soon formed on Hoffa's face. And under his tightly pursed lips, his heart began to beat violently, and some kind of golden light slowly flowed in his eyes.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a puff of white air, slowly loosened the Thestral's neck, opened his arms, and bathed in the icy night wind to his heart's content.

Although the Thestrals were uncomfortable to ride and the weather was cold, he liked the feeling of gliding through the night sky. This was a throbbing he hadn't experienced in his dreams for decades. This throbbing told him that he was still alive and there was still hope for everything.