378 Chapter 32, the Prophet

Seeing that the lobbying was fruitless, Hoffa, accompanied by Olim, left the teacher's cafeteria disappointed. Pierre didn't look like he wanted to help Hogwarts at all. Hoffa was not surprised by his decision. As he said, since his decision had already protected Beauxbaton's students, how could he be allowed to make a completely opposite decision.

But Pierre had never seen Sylby, nor had he seen the Nightmare God. If one gate could stop any of them, Hogwarts would not have changed another gate.

Just these words, how can Hoffa say it. It just adds to the resentment.

So far, all he can do is to return to Hogwarts as soon as possible and tell Dumbledore about Pierre's decision.

"Bach, this way."

Olim said to him.

"Olim, can I leave Beauxbatons tonight?"

Hoffa asked.

Olim saw the disappointment on Hoffa's face, and she said softly: "I know you are not satisfied with the result, but there is a curfew now, and no one is allowed to leave, let's talk about it tomorrow. I will send you go for rest."

Hoffa sighed, thinking that no matter how urgent it was, he didn't care about a night.

"Okay," he said.

The two walked down the stairs. In the student cafeteria downstairs, a group of Beauxbaton's students finished their dinner and were singing a French folk tune in the hall. I don't know if this is Beauxbaton's daily routine or for the training of the alumni association.

I saw them setting up musical instruments and sitting on the dining table, with the sound of water drops, music flowed out. Leading the song were several French witches, who sang while waving their wands.

"Late at night."

"Where are you?"

"Sorrow and longing."

"Fills my heart."

"Meteor."

"It's divine."

"Please make my wish come true"

"He's leaving at dawn."

"I don't know when I'll be back"

"Dark Forest"

"Boundless Scorched Earth"

"Thick Thorns"

"do not be afraid"

"do not be afraid"

"The Lost Wizard"

"Someone is waiting for you to come home"

Listening to the singing of those Beauxbaton students, the singing voice is slightly sad, but very gentle. Hoffa looked down and rubbed his eyes.

Before the end of the song, Hoffa turned to Olim and said, "Lead the way."

Olim: "The principal is doing this for us, don't be angry."

"I see."

Hoffa said sideways.

Olim took Hoffa to a tower and took the magic lift all the way up. Eventually she reached the top of the tower, where she tapped the Pegasus relief on the wall with her wand. The Tianma relief rotates open, revealing a rest room in between.

Olim bent down and led Hoffa into the lounge, and said to him, "This is the highest prefect lounge in Beauxbaton Castle. You are Ravenclaw, and you will definitely like this place."

Hoffa looked at the sky outside the transparent glazed skylight. It was really lovely like a giant eagle's nest. It's just that he really doesn't have the heart to appreciate these beautiful murals and decorations now.

"How about it, isn't it beautiful?"

Olim asked proudly as usual.

"Troubleshooting."

Hoffa touched the bedpost and said absently, "Thank you, Mrs. Maxim."

Olim was stunned: "What did you call me?"

ah.

Hoffa was startled, raised his head, and saw Olim's terrified eyes.

"Bach, what did you call me just now?" She asked in shock.

Hoffa suddenly realized that he had committed an old problem again. Olim is still in school now, where is the husband, how can he be the wife. He beat himself on the head twice and said, "Sorry, I'm confused. Don't worry, I often say stupid things."

Before the words fell, Olim rushed forward, grabbed Hoffa's shoulder, and said impatiently: "Shh! You must never tell others."

Hoffa, who was still thinking about the problem, couldn't help thinking about it when he saw Olim's flustered face. This time, it was his turn to be surprised. He folded his arms, "Could it be?"

"How did you find out? I thought no one knew."

Olim panicked, she let go of Hoffa's shoulders, stepped back several steps in a row, and looked at him in a panic.

Hoffa sat down on the bed slowly, and said with a smile, "Wizard, if you can't predict the future, is it still called a wizard?"

hiss!

Olim's pupils trembled. She covered her towering chest, took a breath, and said, "I was told before that you were the most legendary student in Hogwarts. I still didn't believe it. What's wrong with a person who played truant in the third grade?" Promise. I didn’t expect that I was too naive, you are really scary. How can there be such a scary person like you!!”

Hoffa chuckled.

He took several deep breaths in a row, seeing that Hoffa didn't talk to him. She gradually recovered from her fear, replaced by curiosity like scratching her heart.

"Did you really foresee it? What. When?"

"The moment I saw you."

Hoffa looked at his slender fingers and said casually.

(He keeps looking at Olim from the corner of his eye)

"Then" Olim blushed slightly, "Then what do you think of Maxim?"

Hoffa said indifferently, "Which Maxim?"

"Which Maxime are you talking about, of course it is Don Quixote Maxime."

Olim said.

If it weren't for Hoffa's experience over the years that has made him so emotional, he would definitely spit it out now.

Isn't that the Professor of History of Magic singing during the day? Good guy, these two actually got together. I don't know if it's because the French woman is too enthusiastic or because that man has different interests than ordinary people.

He looked at Olim carefully, and the young Olim said that he was not so beautiful, but he was not ugly either, but his frame was too big for most people to think about.

Olim looked at Hoffa shyly, and asked in a low voice expectantly: "Hoffa, since you can predict the prophet, tell me what he is like."

Hoffa wondered how he knew how Maxim was.

But it's all for the sake of it, and he doesn't mind spending more time with the other party.

He said lightly: "You are already with him, don't you know why you are asking me?"

Olim said aggrievedly: "He is the most popular professor in the school, and there are always many girls around him. Although he has secretly expressed his feelings to me, I still feel a little worried about him. You know, I am like this, how much Somewhat different."

"I think if he really likes ordinary girls, he probably wouldn't think of expressing his heart to you." Hoffa patted his knees and said calmly: "You also said that there are many girls around him, so there must be plenty of people to like him." Yes. Since he chose you, it must be some of your qualities that attracted him, isn't it?"

Olim's tall figure leaned against the stone carving, bit his lip and gave Hoffa a white look, his face flushed slightly.

But in a blink of an eye, she became worried again: "Of course I know Tang Ji's thoughts, but he is a teacher after all. Although I have graduated, but Principal Pierre has been closing the school, I can't leave. I am still his student in name , has been like this, I am really scared. Hoffa, you said you saw the future, so please tell me, what exactly did you see?"

Hoffa's heart moved, and he keenly grasped the opportunity.

So he slowly sat up straight and said, "I see that you can live happily together after the war."

Olim covered her mouth excitedly, but immediately, she realized something was wrong.

"War, what does that mean?"

Hoffa said seriously: "Olim, Beauxbaton must send troops, the wizarding world is one, if you don't resist when you can, the loss of magic power will boil you to death like a frog in warm water.

Although Hogwarts students are all outside, there are also many people inside who have not lost their magic, these things are about people. The magic that doesn't belong to him doesn't belong to him after all, just closing the door is meaningless. Take a look at your school, isn't there any student who has lost his magic power in Beauxbatons? "

Olim sighed for a long time, shook his head, and said, "Hoffa, why don't I know what you said? To tell you the truth, Tang Ji and I do have the idea of ​​going out to investigate the loss of magic power, and Tang Ji is not used to it." For those who are locked in the castle all day, but we have no way to influence the thinking of the school's top management."

"That's it." Hoffa smiled wryly, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

As he spoke, he waved his hand to signal Olim to leave.

However, Olim did not leave, she leaned against the wall, hesitating.

Seeing that she seemed to have something to say, Hoffa asked, "What's the matter, Olim?"

Olim was silent for a long time, then finally made up his mind, and said, "Hoffa, I also think there is something wrong with sitting idly by, but I really don't have the ability to help you, but three days later, the school's Centennial Alumni Association, when Pierre I will invite some famous wizards over, and I think you must know some very powerful wizards, right."

Hoffa thought of Nicolas May.

He nodded.

"Yes."

Olim: "I think, if you can get enough support from the alumni association, maybe you can change Pierre's mind. You know, a school is not a person"

Olim didn't go on, but Hoffa already understood what she meant, he stood up quickly, and held her hand tightly.

"I see, Olim, I will stay until three days later."

Olim quickly pulled out his hand, waved it and said, "I didn't say anything, I'm just a junior prefect, I don't know anything."

Hoffa smiled and looked at her, thinking that you are the future principal.

After proposing with Hoffa, Olim hurried to the door, but reached the door. She couldn't help it anymore, looked back at Hoffa, and said, "Hoffa, what you told me is true, right?"

Hoffa was taken aback, then nodded.

"I saw the future, you are really Madame Maxime."

Olim was very happy. After hesitating for a moment, she still asked worriedly: "Do you think I'm doing this right? I'm always worried. You know, between teachers and students, no matter where they are, they are not recognized. "

Hoffa put his hands behind his back and sneered perversely: "As long as you can be with the person you really like, those rules are nothing. Let it go."

"Yeah."

Olim's eyes lit up:

"As expected of Hofbach of Ravenclaw, you are more handsome than what is written in the book."

Hoffa smiled awkwardly.

"Good night, Hoffa," Olim said.

"Good night, Madame Maxime."

Hoffa whispered.

The door closes.

Hoffa fell back on the bed, looked at the starry sky above his head, let out a long sigh, and murmured: "Hoffa, Hoffa, you are also worthy of teaching others how to do things."