51 Chapter 51, Invitation

Seeing the bouquet of flowers in the principal's hand, Hoffa froze in place, as if struck by lightning.

Memories flooded in like an explosion, and he thought of the flashy scene in the Quidditch field. Thinking of the weird society with only one person, and three months ago, the masked man slowly changing flowers in the secret room of the society, and the mask oil paintings all over the wall.

Are you alone in the club? .

If one person can do what ten people do, then the existence of the other nine is meaningless.

Wow, you really did what ten people did by yourself!

Hoffa gritted his teeth.

Damn it!

What's the relationship between that guy and Principal Dippet?

Could it be that the destruction of the teleportation array was planned by the principal alone?

How is it possible? It doesn't make sense?

Why?

What is the cause?

There was no reason at all. Seeing the principal walking away with the bouquet of violets, Hoffa gritted his teeth and forcibly restrained his urge to follow.

No, he can see through ordinary stealth.

The ghost walk can only be used three times, and each time can only last for 10 seconds. If you follow the past, there is a high probability that you will be discovered by the principal.

Hoffa did not advance but retreated, he watched from a distance.

Until Principal Armando Dippet opened the passage to the Violet Chamber. After disappearing into it, he slowly followed.

The woman in the portrait still hasn't returned, and the whole portrait is blank.

Hoffa didn't know how Dippet got in.

But he couldn't help but fantasize about what Dippet was doing in the secret room.

Like the masked man, change the withered flowers in those vases?

Why on earth would he do this.

Who the hell brought the black wizard in!

Damn it.

Mysteries began to tangle, and unknown shadows began to spread.

Hoffa pressed his forehead, looked at it for a while, then turned and left unwillingly.

With everything unknown, he dared not make the slightest change.

Back at Ravenclaw's tower, Hoffa's mind was still full of thoughts about the weird society.

In the common room, a group of girls were sitting in a corner chatting. They were dressed very formally, and some of them were wearing long skirts and gowns. They looked like they were going to a party, and Aglaia and Miranda were among them.

Hoffa didn't pay much attention to them, all he could think about was Headmaster Dippet and the bouquet of violets in his hand.

Seeing Hoffa passing by, Aglaia just glanced at him quickly, then turned to continue talking and laughing.

But Miranda walked out from the group of girls and stopped Hoffa. And he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her.

"I lost my soul."

Hoffa raised his head and noticed Miranda.

Today she tied a simple short ponytail and wore an elegant tunic dress, looking much cuter than usual.

"What's wrong?"

Miranda first glanced back at the group of girls, and then said with a smile, "Are you free tonight?"

Hoffa thought for a while, "Yes, everyone is free today."

"I want to ask you a favor."

"What?"

"Slughorn invited me to his Christmas dinner, and we can take people there."

It took a while for Hoffa to react. Christmas dinner in Slagenhorn? It was quite his style, and he glanced at Aglaia among the girls in dresses.

But that old guy even invited Miranda, who had mediocre grades, because she was the granddaughter of Goshak.

"Then what?"

"Are you going with me?"

she asked calmly.

Hoffa's eyes widened first, then he shook his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, but you'd better go on your own."

He's really not in the mood to go to Slughorn's dinner now. On the one hand, he really doesn't get along with the potions teacher and doesn't want to participate in his activities; With the back of the violet.

He would have preferred to attend a formal school dinner, perhaps at the school Christmas feast where he could see Dippet again. He is eager to find out the secret between the masked man and the principal.

Miranda was a little taken aback by Hoffa's resolute refusal.

She froze for a second, then shrugged.

"Oh well."

After speaking, she returned to the group of girls.

At night, in the dormitory with only one person, Hoffa woke up from meditation, and he decided to attend the school banquet.

Speaking of which, he still has a little expectation for the Christmas banquet.

After all, after the banquet at the opening ceremony, he hadn't attended any other banquets yet.

When passing by the auditorium, students were crowded under the 12 Christmas trees placed by Joy during the day.

They talked to each other excitedly, and Hoffa looked up. It turned out that there were piles of gift bags under the tree. Each student can get one.

Find out about the novice gift pack.

Hoffa gave an odd smile.

I don't know if opening it will give me an experience pill or a cheat sword or something.

He also took one behind his classmates.

Of course, when he opened the gift bag, he didn't get the magical cheats he imagined. The pack contained only a squeaky hamster, three crackling wizard salutes, and a spring horn.

It's a good toy. If I were a few years younger, I would jump with excitement, Hoffa thought.

And at the bottom of the gift. Hoffa sees a mask, a Santa Claus mask.

It was obviously just a very ordinary mask, but Hoffa couldn't help but think of the masked man in the snow. He rubbed his temples helplessly.

I am really insane, I don't think that guy will die for a day?

Many students around happily unwrapped the gift packs, put on all kinds of masks in the packs, and laughed and laughed at each other.

Someone has Santa Claus in the gift bag, and like Hoffa, he will have a lot of white beards after wearing it. Some wore reindeer heads with long antlers and jingling bells, and others wore sleds and socks. These wizard toys are made to be lifelike, much more realistic than Muggle masks.

Seeing the students laugh happily, Hoffa frowned more and more. It was strange that he couldn't feel any happiness from the playfulness of his classmates.

The shadows cast by the large antlers on the wall made him feel uncomfortable, and he had a strange thirst. This made him shake his head uncontrollably.

After a while, Hoffa, recovering from that weird feeling, was going to the auditorium.

But at this moment.

He smelled an inexplicably familiar smell in the air.

A smell he was familiar with but had forgotten.

It smelled the same as last time in the hunting rain.

He shook his head vigorously again.

There are some details that I can't remember.

Meditation works.

Spiritual tentacles rummaged through every corner of memory.

Hoffa finally remembered the smell.

Club room.

It is the floral fragrance of violets.

Turned around suddenly.

at the same time.

In the middle of a group of laughing students.

He saw the figure.

It was staring at itself with its head tilted.

Thin, short, vague.

The figure under the mask is incompatible with the surrounding environment.

It seems that everyone around can't see its existence.

The expression on the pale mask.

Is it a ridicule?

As if the switch of the ejection was pressed, all the gifts in the gift bag fell from Hoffa's palm, and the little hamster squeaked in fright when it landed.

"stop!"

He roared, and everyone around him looked at Hoffa in shock.

He stomped on the Christmas mask and ran after him.

This time, he will never let the opponent run away!

He must know who is plotting against him in the dark.

The other party just tilted his head.

He turned around and quietly disappeared behind the crowd.

Hoffa knocked away a few students holding gifts with a bang, and ran away with that figure.

The man seemed to be walking very slowly, but in fact he was extremely fast. Hoffa could only follow behind him not too far away.

Even so, Hoffa didn't use ghost walks.

The ghost walk consumes too much, and he has to keep his hole cards to guard against the opponent's threat to him.

They passed through the stately, candle-lit auditorium, through the enchanted corridors under the mistletoe, and through the school grounds filled with colorful snowmen.

Coming to the spiral staircase of another tower, a group of Hufflepuff students walked down talking and laughing, and the masked man spun and slid sideways between them.

Hoffa said anxiously to them, "Stop it, help!"

However, the group of Hufflepuff students were dumbfounded. They looked at each other, looking at Hoffa like a madman.

"Stop what?"

"Who are you after?"

"Why don't you go to the banquet?"

Seeing that figure tends to disappear again.

Hoffa could only curse these Hufflepuffs like blind people.

He squeezed out of the crowd with all his strength and continued to chase.

Pass through three towers all the way.

Gradually, the location of the two became more and more remote, and there were fewer and fewer people around them.

The figure ran higher and higher on the stairs, it had no purpose at all, but it stopped every time it passed the top of a tower. As if looking for something.

But when Hoffa got close to it, it would quickly slip away again. Light and ethereal like a breeze.

Hoffa squinted his eyes, wondering if he should use a ghost walk.

Suddenly, the figure in front stopped. It suddenly turned its head and looked to the left, as if it sensed some threat.

Then it quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Hoffa slammed on the brakes and turned the corner, only to find that there was no one in the towering corridor at the corner. It actually disappeared again.

It was empty, only a group of people in the oil painting looked at Hoffa curiously.

"Kid, this is not the place for you."

"Who are you looking for?"

Ignoring the oil painting, Hoffa stopped panting, narrowed his eyes, and turned his head slightly.

He couldn't see it, but Hoffa knew it wasn't gone. That breath is still there. It's nearby, but it's completely hidden.

He wasn't sure if the other party was using the illusion spell. After all, it taught itself the Illusion Curse, and if he knows how to use it, it will definitely use it too.

He took a deep breath, calmed his beating heart, drew out his wand, and walked slowly in the corridor.

As he walked, the shape of the wand slowly changed into a sharp short sword.