Chapter 32: Chapter 32

The situation became extremely bad. Suddenly, Hoffa changed from an ordinary student to an ordinary student who was warned by the school's senior management.

The next time you do it again, you will be fired.

Goshak's eyes were not kidding himself, he would really do it. At this point, Hoffa has no room for resistance. He got the Disillusionment Charm, and even got the high-level ghost walk, but the fact that he was weak did not change.

At this moment, Hoffa realized that he was not the savior, and he had neither fame nor halo. He is only 11 years old, lacks accumulation, lacks solid capital, lacks the power to really break the rules.

Hoffa could figure out who reported him with his toes. But strangely, he wasn't angry, only numb. He couldn't hate Aglea more. If she was a boy, I'm afraid that Hoffa would not even use magic, just go up and beat the other party with his fists.

It's a pity that Hoffa suffered from gender.

For the school's arrangement, he can only accept it and regard it as an indispensable lesson.

All day long, he sat expressionless in class and didn't communicate with anyone.

He was thinking about his future arrangements. First of all, he had to complete all the tasks arranged by the school, eliminate the adverse effects of the Hogsmeade incident on him, and turn back into a low-key ordinary student. Secondly, he can no longer let anyone find out that he has violated the school rules. Suspend all gray plans, whether it is illegal to explore schools, or learn knowledge from banned books, they must be put on hold for the time being.

How to be cautious.

expulsion?

And Hoffa absolutely can't let such a thing happen, he is only 11 years old now, he has no relatives in the European continent, he has to be attached to Hogwarts for the time being in order to survive.

By dinnertime in the evening, Hoffa was back to normal.

He started talking and laughing with the students around him, no different from usual.

Halfway through dinner, a senior student came over. Handed Hoffa a letter.

When I opened it, there were two pieces of parchment inside, and the first one said.

【Every day at 5:30, the gamekeeper will be waiting for you at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. I hope you can discover your own shortcomings while working——Adebe Goshak】

It is a letter of labor punishment.

There is also a piece of parchment under this note.

After taking it out and looking at it, Hoffa's heart turned cold.

This is a grading and assessment sheet, which is used for signing and grading by the guards of the Forbidden Forest.

There are excellent, good, average, and bad. Four ratings.

After the ordinary column, it says (Stay in school for observation)

And after the bad column, it says (expulsion)

Extra goals, honestly a month.

Hoffa sighed. This was his goal, but also his obstacle. It must be overcome before we can talk about future development.

Looking at the time, it was already five o'clock, only half an hour away from the time marked on the letter. He gave up his dinner plan, took two chicken legs from the dining table and put them in his pocket, said goodbye to Miranda, and left in a hurry.

Outside the castle, a fuzzy full moon had risen, the sky was very dark, and a breeze was blowing in Hoffa's hair. The rain was still falling, and the rain wetted his school robe.

The rain on the edge of the Forbidden Forest is much less. There are many tall trees growing here, and the air smells of rotting leaves.

When he had just reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a large group of crows suddenly sprang out from the dark forest. They croaked and flew past the moon, as if they saw something ominous.

The hunting ground was empty, and Hoffa stood at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest for a while, until the crows stopped singing, and he saw a few notches on the tree with the last daylight.

【Joy Dago's House - Do Not Disturb】

Joey Dago?

It appears that this man is the current gamekeeper.

The only gamekeeper known to Hoffa was Rubeus Hagrid.

Hagrid will not come to Hogwarts for another two years, and of course there is no Hagrid's hut here.

He had seen the current gamekeeper before. He was a one-eyed old man on a horse. He was sent to the boat when school started and was responsible for posting all kinds of notices in the school, but Hoffa didn't know him at all.

As long as it comes, let it be safe.

Hoffa comforted himself in his heart.

"Luminescence flickering."

With a soft chant, a burst of silver light illuminates the darkness.

Hoffa raised his wand aloft, pointing to a narrow path that gradually disappeared into the depths of the black forest. Looking into the Forbidden Forest, he couldn't see anything clearly.

Hoffa tightened his robe and stepped into this familiar but unfamiliar forest.

He thought that if he kept walking along the path, he should be able to see the gamekeeper named Joey Dago.

But as he walked, he felt something was wrong, because when he came to an oak tree along the path, the path under his feet diverged into a three-way intersection, leading to different directions.

"What the fuck is going on"

Hoffa muttered to himself, he took out the note Goshak gave him and looked around, there was no map of the Forbidden Forest on it.

No way, the task is the task. He had to be at the gamekeeper by five-thirty or he would be late. He put away the note and went to Sanchakou and yelled a few times.

"Mr. Dago?"

"Excuse me, are you here?"

The voice echoed layer upon layer in the empty forest, but no one answered.

Hoffa frowned, could he only choose one way to go? But these three paths seem to have no difference at all.

He walked towards the oak tree in the middle of the three forks.

When Hoffa got closer, he realized that there were some very simple but vivid patterns carved on the tree.

There are three pictures, corresponding to the three entrances.

On the left is a tower under a flash of lightning.

In the middle is a woman in a robe holding a scale.

On the right is a strange figure hanging upside down from a tree.

Hoffa thought for a moment. He seemed to have seen these patterns in divination textbooks at school, but he was not a person who was good at divination, and to be honest, he didn't believe in it either.

To him, those obscure and indescribable sentence patterns of the divination teacher were more like the ravings of a madman. He understood each word separately, but he couldn't understand it when combined.

Facing such a weird intersection, Hoffa has no good solution.

He put away his wand, stood in front of the three forks, and tapped the ground with his hand.

"You and me, big fool, Snow White will marry him."

left.

Hoffa walked in along the path with the lightning tower pattern.

As soon as he stepped into this forest, his figure blurred a few times and disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.

Fog engulfed the road.

Hoffa squinted his eyes, noticing the night mist in the forest, and raised his wand.

The silvery light of the wand illuminated the surrounding path, and Hoffa saw the wet path around his feet, covered with moss and tiny colorful fungi. Some unknown fluorescent bugs were flying in the darkness, and when they heard Hoffa's voice, they scattered one after another.

Not far along the road, a big tree hugging two people reappeared in the middle of the road, firmly blocking the direction of Hoffa's progress.

"Depend on!"

Seeing that the way out was blocked again, a trace of impatience welled up in Hoffa's heart.

What the hell is going on here, didn't he let himself come to the Forbidden Forest to find a hunting ground guard? Why is the road either forked or blocked? Is this gamekeeper out of his mind?

In Hoffa's impression, the faculty and staff of this generation of Hogwarts are quite normal, how could they do such nonsensical things.

Annoyed, he walked to the middle tree and tried to go around it from the side.

But after walking to the tree, he saw three identical engravings engraved on the tree.

A tower under the blaze of lightning.

A woman in a robe holding a scale.

A weirdo hanging upside down from a tree.

Hoffa's impatient expression gradually cooled down. Things are getting a little out of whack.

A feeling of being spied on loomed, and the flying fluorescent bugs around slowly floated towards Hoffa, and the number began to increase.

He drew his wand, and slowly began to back away, trying to get back to the exit.

But as soon as he took a step back, he found that he couldn't move his feet. Looking down, a black dry hand on the ground grabbed his ankle.

Hoffa's hairs exploded.

With a sudden force, he kicked away the palm that was hooking him, turned his head and ran back.

This time.

The fog is thicker.

La~la~la~

There were inexplicable soft laughter around.

Hoffa turned his head and saw that the tiny mushrooms growing in damp and dark places on the ground suddenly swelled up, densely covering the tree trunk and the ground like parasites.

After the mushrooms got bigger and bigger, some of the patterns were split from the middle and continued to split. The patterns on the mushrooms were like little faces, some were smiling, some were fierce, and some were looking at me with aggrieved eyes.

They squeezed from all directions, and Hoffa was terrified. The unknown changes exceeded his expectations. The sudden crisis made him break out in cold sweat, and he could only force himself to calm down.

He changed direction and started running again.

After running a few steps, all the swollen mushrooms on the ground exploded, and the mucus shot out in all directions. Countless black hands stretched out densely from the middle, holding Hoffa firmly. The fireflies in the air clung to Hoffa's face, trying to get inside his skin.

Hoffa went into ghost-walking mode without hesitation.

In an instant, he left the material world and entered the shadow world of gray and white.

But the surrounding black hands did not disappear, instead they grew more vigorously from the ground. Moreover, from the perspective of the shadow world, the entire forest has changed, wriggling like a living creature.

The black hand grabbed Hoffa in the shadows, the mushroom was still staring at him firmly, and countless insects got into his cheeks, making him look grotesque and hideous.

Damn it!

Hoffa's head was spinning rapidly.

Leaving the material world still hasn't left this weird magic. It seems that this is not a magic for the body, but a magic for the spirit.

After thinking about this, Hoffa's expression was very solemn.

He didn't waste any more magic power, and immediately quit the ghost walk.

The black hands almost drowned Hoffa, they dragged Hoffa into the ground little by little, and they also made excited and weird conversations with each other.

Hoffa closed his eyes, while running meditation with all his strength, purifying his spirit. While quickly thinking about countermeasures.

Magic involves hallucinations, and most of the spells that can affect the mind are related to black magic, which Professor Mellors of Gryffindor House once said in class.

It could be defense, or it could be pure black magic, there is a fine line between the two.

This place is only a few hundred meters away from Hogwarts Castle, and Hoffa doesn't believe that someone can plant profound black magic here, so it must be some kind of weird defense technique.

Under the full power of the meditation method, Hoffa's spirit began to change from simple to sharp, and the surrounding scenery and black hands began to blur. Some grabbed Hoffa's arm and even started screaming, emitting white smoke.

It was as if they were not grabbing a person at all, but a piece of soldering iron.

The insects attached to Hoffa's body crackled and exploded.

But Hoffa's resistance didn't make them flinch. Countless black hands surged out from the dark underground like a wave, submerging Hoffa.

Hoffa closed his eyes, and his spirit radiated like a spider web. Every touch of the spirit turned into a steel needle, and each steel needle penetrated a black hand or a strange insect.

The entire spiritual world becomes a battlefield.

The battlefield between him and unknown magic.

Just when the situation of the battle rapidly became tense and the outcome was irrelevant.

A strong force came from an unknown place. A man stretched out his hand, crossed the boundary between illusion and reality, grabbed Hoffa's shoulder, and pulled Hoffa out of the control of the group of black hands.

hiss!

It was like falling off the bed after falling asleep.

Hoffa shuddered, opened his eyes suddenly, and swayed twice.

He was wide awake. Mushrooms, black hands, wriggling forests, and flying strange insects all disappeared.

The sky was still drizzling with icy cold rain, and he was standing in front of an old oak tree at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, his face was almost pressed against the tree trunk, and in front of him was the engraved picture of lightning hitting the tower.

Hoffa's face was pale, and his fingers were a little cold.

His consciousness has gone so far, but his body has not moved a step.

Hoffa didn't even know when he fell into the illusion.

"You came early."

A hoarse but steady voice came from beside him.

"It's five thirty, why did you come early?"

Hoffa turned his head and saw a weather-beaten face. This was a one-eyed old man in his fifties. He folded his arms and was looking up and down at himself.