Chapter 94, Chapter 27

The person who came was naturally Aglaia.

An arrogant girl who thinks she can know everything. An anti-Galileo, anti-Copernican highly egocentric patient, the most Ravenclaw of Ravenclaw.

"You have a unique way of greeting," Hoffa said cautiously.

"Humph."

She put away her fists and approached Hoffa with her arms folded, her blue eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement.

She walked up to Hoffa, almost clinging to him. With his palms on top of his head, he clicked his tongue.

Hoffa couldn't help but took a step back, he already knew why Aglaia was so close to him.

Sure enough, she teased and said, "Hey Bach, haven't you eaten all summer? Why did you suddenly become shorter?"

That's right, she was so close to Hoffa, she was compared with him.

Girls of the same age always develop earlier than boys, and Miranda has grown a lot taller, but Aglaia has grown more, and she is even a little taller than Hoffa.

Hoffa doesn't have much to offer when it comes to the laws of nature.

He said lukewarmly: "You wait until I am 20 years old."

"Tch, I'm taller than you at the age of 20." Aglaia shook her arm disdainfully.

That's when Hoffa noticed a very ornate ring on Aglaia's wrist.

It was about five centimeters wide, and it was studded with jewels and emeralds, and the edges were outlined with intricate gold threads and patterns. Like something a top Hollywood actress would wear to the Oscars.

"what is that?"

Hoffa couldn't help asking, pointing to her wrist.

"this?"

Aglaia raised her hand, shook it, and flaunted, "Does it look good?"

"It's nice to look good."

Hoffa muttered, and added in his mind, it just doesn't match your age.

Aglaia: "This is a birthday present from my mother, hee hee, it's just an old antique in my family."

Miranda looked into the distance and asked, "Did your parents send you here?"

Speaking of this, Aglaia immediately pouted his mouth high: "Hey! I don't need my parents to send me, they insisted on following me."

hehe

Hoffa rolled his eyes and turned his head to look in the direction of Aglaia's parents. He wanted to see what kind of person could raise such a freak, but they had disappeared into the thick fog.

The three of them got on the school bus, found an empty carriage and sat down shortly after, the train creaked and started.

"I heard that Professor Goshak has gone to the Far East. Will you invite a new Charms teacher this year?" Aglaia asked Miranda curiously as soon as she sat down.

Miranda frowned: "No, I never heard Adbe say that the school will arrange a new Charms teacher."

Aglaia: "It must have been arranged, but he didn't tell you, otherwise what would we do in Charms?"

Hoffa turned his head: "Maybe you can come and teach us the spell."

Miranda laughed out loud, "Are you kidding me? How can a 12-year-old be a teacher?"

Becoming a teacher at the age of 12, really not. But fifty years later, Hoffa thought, Harry was a teacher at 15, in fifth grade.

After laughing, Miranda said worriedly:

"Although Adbe is strict, he has been the dean and vice-principal for more than 20 years. At this juncture, who will the school want to be the dean of our college?"

Hearing what she said, Aglaia and Hoffa looked at each other, and they were silent.

Teachers are actually easy to find. There are plenty of wizards who are proficient in spells, but it is not so easy to find the dean of a school. There have been so many Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers in later generations, and I have never seen anyone who became the dean as soon as he came in.

Hoffa looked at the Ravenclaw students talking and laughing in the next carriage, thinking that these Ravenclaws might not know that their dean had gone to the Soviet Union.

The two girls chatted beside Hoffa, who kept his attention out the window.

Around the young wizards running around, playing excitedly.

From time to time, the door of the carriage where the three of them were in was opened, and some excited, obsessed, and shy boys appeared at the carriage door and greeted Aglaia.

Hoffa's inability to be influenced by Veela does not mean that others will not be affected by Veela blood.

Those boys not only came, but also brought gifts, Aglaia skillfully perfunctory, but took off the expensive bracelets on his wrists, and stuffed them into his own box.

Finally, the tireless Miranda drew the curtains and cast a locking silent spell on the door.

The carriage became quiet. Just as Miranda was about to sit back, the train suddenly braked suddenly. With a shrill cry, Miranda was caught off guard and sat on Aglaia's lap.

The two girls looked at each other.

The car stopped?

what happened.

Hoffa drew his wand and stood up to glance outside. There were also many curious heads poking out from other cars, whispering to each other.

Hoffa bent down and looked out the window, but there was still strong wind and fog outside the window, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"It's almost time for school." Miranda asked.

Aglaia glanced at Hoffa's watch: "Well, if the distance is calculated correctly, it may be less than one kilometer."

Looking at the thick gray fog outside, Hoffa said solemnly.

"Could it be a dementor?"

"Dementors? Those guards of Azkaban?"

Aglaia sneered: "How is your brain circuit so peculiar, Hoffa? Those guys won't leave Azkaban easily."

"Oh, I know that kind of thing." Miranda raised a finger and said, "Isn't that kind of thing afraid of the Patronus?"

"You know the Patronus Charm?" Hoffa asked.

"I haven't learned it. I've never seen a dementor." Miranda said lightly, "But it's definitely not the stop caused by the dementor. There is no change in the surrounding temperature. It is estimated that the train broke down midway."

Sure enough, she didn't finish speaking.

A sharp whistle came from ahead.

Hush! ! !

Hoffa saw a signal spell coming out of the thick fog outside the window, and quickly disappeared into the thick fog.

At this time, several train attendants appeared in the corridor, and said loudly as they walked: "Those who haven't changed clothes, change quickly. There is a breakdown on the rails, and construction is underway ahead. Those who have changed their clothes, get out of the train quickly and follow Hogwarts." Warden Ze hurried to the castle."

Road construction, Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, laughing at himself for being too sensitive, there are no fugitives in Hogwarts now.

The two girls looked at each other and walked out the door. Hoffa quickly pulled up the curtains and changed into his old robe in the carriage. After changing, Hoffa went out, and Miranda and Aglea came in and changed.

In the corridor, many young wizards pushed and shoved, and slowly got off the train through the opening of each carriage.

As soon as I got off the train, countless little wizards around covered their faces, mouths and noses with their robes. Hoffa's hair was blown wild by the strong wind, and he felt that the biggest smog in BJ was nothing more than this.

Aglaia complained angrily in the strong wind: "How can there be such weather in Scotland?"

Miranda climbed onto Hoffa's and Aglea's shoulders with her left and right hands respectively, and whispered softly, "Tariko—Skita."

All of a sudden, all the gusts seemed to blow on an invisible hood, splitting to both sides, and Hoffa's hair immediately fell down.

Hoffa straightened his hair: "Thank you."

Aglea: "Shield spell, I will too."

Hoffa: "Okay, if you don't compete for a minute, you will die."

Aglaia pouted and whispered, "I would have"

At this time, there was another sharp whistle.

Hush! !

Three figures in black robes rushed over quickly, and their figures gradually became clear in the mist. It turned out to be a wizard dressed as an Auror.

"Freshman, come with me!"

one of the Aurors yelled, and a group of first years shoved their way through the crowd.

Another Auror called, "Other wizards, follow me."

As Miranda walked, she asked Hoffa in a low voice, "Is Joey gone?"

Hoffa nodded, "He took Maya back to America."

Aglaia muttered to herself: "It seems that this year's hunting ground is guarded by the Department of Defense Against the Dark Arts of the Ministry of Magic. It's really strict."

The three of them walked slowly on the railroad tracks amidst the dense fog and strong winds, following the large troop. Occasionally, a few clumsy young wizards stepped on stones and fell to the ground, causing the others to chuckle.

Among them, Hoffa saw a pale blond boy with a prickly head arrogantly and rudely pushed away two Gryffindor students beside him, and taunted them loudly.

After not walking far, Hoffa saw the reason why the train broke down halfway. A huge wooden fortress stretched from the direction of the Black Lake to an invisible distance. Three steps, one post, five steps, one post. It hadn't been repaired yet, and the tracks were full of thick logs and stone.

This fortress was undoubtedly built in response to the recent fierce conflicts in the wizarding world of various countries, and as soon as he entered, Hoffa saw many wizards waving magic wands on the building.

Passing the fort with his head up, Hoffa muttered.

"It's really heavily guarded."

No one answered, and unconsciously, the voices around her gradually lowered down.

Because of the heavy fog, the fortress was invisible after a short walk. Hoffa felt some humidity around him. The humidity came along with the breeze and wet his hair. Before he knew it, the shield spell that Miranda had cast on him disappeared.

"Huh? What's going on." Hoffa asked.

No one answered.

The surroundings were brighter than before, and Hoffa felt a little strange.

Looking up, there is a huge but blurry half moon in the sky.

The moon was too bright and too blurry in the misty sky.

He suddenly turned his head to look, but the people around him suddenly disappeared.

"Miranda?"

Hoffa yelled.

No one answered.

"Aglaia?"

Still no answer.

There was only water vapor that was so thick that it couldn't melt away, and after a while, Hoffa's clothes and hair were wet.

Something is wrong.

He took two steps, but he still couldn't see anyone, and the scenery didn't change at all.

There was an inexplicable abnormality, Hoffa frowned, and didn't move any more. He tightened the backpack on his back. Quickly analyzing the possible causes of the problem, the first thing he thought of was that last year, he fell into the illusion of centaur magic, but that time was because he saw the engraving on the oak tree.

But this time, he walked well with a few companions, and fell into an abnormality for no reason. He tried to open his mental force field, but unexpectedly, his mental force field couldn't extend a single bit in the mist.

"I rely on." He couldn't help but exclaimed.

However, at this moment, a rumbling sound came from a distance.

The sound of rumbling tracks is mixed with the sound of mechanical transmission.

car?

train?

Didn't the train stop?

Hoffa was amazed.

My feet started to vibrate.

underfoot?

He bowed his head.

But I found that at some point, the gravel road under my feet had already disappeared.

At this moment, he was actually standing on a huge transparent mirror. The thick fog on the mirror slowly dissipated, and the surrounding wind changed from a breeze to a squall.

Boom boom boom!

The train was louder.

The mirror surface under the feet produced ripples like water.

Woo! !

With a whistle.

The train hits.

The strong wind blew on Hoffa's body with thick moisture.

Hoffa jerked aside.

Under the feet, several huge wheels flashed past Hoffa's feet under the rotation of mechanical bearings. He could see every detail on the train chassis, even a thin rail under the ripples under his feet.

But he didn't wait for him to think about what the situation was.

The steam rolled up by the extremely fast train completely blurred his vision. In the thick fog, his face was slapped hard.

"Hoffa."

"Hoffa!!"

A cold slap hit his face.

Hoffa opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a pair of ghostly blue eyes.

Aglaia stuck in front of her, and shouted anxiously and worriedly: "Hey, what's the matter with you! Why are you running around?"

"Why am I running around?" Hoffa was stunned.

"You haven't run around, where do you think you are?"

Aglea pointed anxiously at the ground.

Hoffa looked down and saw that he was standing on a pebble floodplain.

Unknowingly, he walked away from the railway track and walked near the Black Lake.

On the surface of the lake, a group of first-year freshmen are sitting on several small wooden boats, holding a traditional ceremony of crossing the lake.

In the distance, the towering towers of Hogwarts Castle stand on the opposite bank, brightly lit.

"Did you see that?" Hoffa asked in shock.

"See what?"

"A train chassis."

"Train chassis? What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't the train stop!"

Aglaia touched his forehead angrily, "Also, why are you soaked?"