Chapter 25: Chapter 25

"Well"

Indo was taken aback for a moment, then threw the playing cards and played them around very skillfully.

"Hey, you guys play first, play first, I drank too much butter beer, go to the toilet."

"Hey, is it true or not?"

"Wow, go to the toilet if you win?"

"People have three urgencies, brother."

After speaking, Indo squeezed an invisible mass out of the crowd. Then, amidst the vulgar urging of his gamblers, he walked towards the toilet with a smile. When he passed the stairs, he made a sharp turn and ran upstairs like the invisible Hoffa wind.

"It's so fast, I'm lucky."

Hoffa didn't answer, his brain was getting more and more uncomfortable, and he didn't know what was going on. He could only let Indo drag him.

The pain in the brain was at its peak when Indra pushed open the door.

Hoffa suddenly fell to the ground with a pale face, and directly forcibly exited the stealth state.

Indo didn't expect this kind of thing to happen either, he turned his head and saw Hoffa lying on the ground, and panicked.

"Hey kid, are you okay?"

At this moment, Hoffa's eyes were pitch black, and he felt his extremities were cold, and his head hurt like it was about to be torn apart.

"...It's hard."

Indo reached out and touched Hoffa's forehead, and said angrily: "Stupid boy, have you been using the illusion spell?"

"if not"

"You've overdrawn your magic power, damn it! Has no one taught you?"

Only then did Hoffa realize that the Disillusionment Curse is not a foolproof ability, let alone an invisibility cloak. Like other spells, it also requires the physical and mental energy of the wizard. I was just immersed in the excitement of being invisible, but for a moment I forgot the fact that I didn't have much magic power.

This state is very dangerous.

"Help me up."

Hoffa closed his eyes and whispered.

Indo quickly helped Hoffa on the couch, and then he ran downstairs, and after a while, he came up. Holding two large mugs in his hand, he put the mugs to Hoffa's mouth and fed Hoffa some hot Butterbeer.

The slightly bitterness of beer mixed with the sweetness of butter slides from the mouth into the stomach.

Only then did Hoffa feel that he had regained some energy.

After a while, the world in front of my eyes barely regained its color.

Hoffa slumped on the recliner weakly, staring blankly at the ceiling in a daze.

Indo muttered in a low voice: "It's really you who learned the Disillusionment Curse so quickly. You know, some people can't learn it in their entire lives."

"Shut up, Gambler," Hoffa said weakly. "I want to be quiet."

After being quiet for a while, Indo said anxiously: "I thought you would at least delay coming until evening, who would have thought you would come so soon."

"I don't want to add a charge of wandering late at night to the charge of stealing from the school." Hoffa scolded impatiently.

"No, I'm not short of money now."

"Then why are you looking for me so well?"

The goblin said nothing. He went to the window of the room, looked out warily, and closed the shutter.

"What happened?" Hoffa asked, rubbing his temples, his magic power overdraft made him quite sluggish.

After pulling up the curtain beside the window, the goblin snapped her fingers and used magic to isolate all outside sounds, and the surroundings instantly became quiet.

"Hoffa, you have to help me, my hometown is about to fall."

"What?" Hoffa's eyes widened: "Your hometown is not that, what is black in Germany..."

"The German island of Black Goland." As he spoke, the goblin raised his head and took a gulp of beer. "It's a very beautiful island. It's a pity that we can't stand it anymore."

His ears drooped.

"Can't stand what?" Hoffa frowned, "Talk slowly."

"How much do you know about the war between wizards?" The goblin didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

Hoffa said solemnly: "I don't know much, tell me."

Indo: "Wizards were born out of Muggles, but they are still human beings in essence. Wizards will participate in every large Muggle war, and wizards are more likely to have disputes than Muggles. Different genres, different ideas, different Faith. Sometimes a small spark is enough to ignite conflict among wizards.

In many cases, the wars that broke out between Muggles are the illusion of wizard wars.

Black Goland was originally a German territory. It was occupied by the British wizarding community in 1807 and ceded to the United Kingdom in 1814. At that time, the British wizarding forces occupied a dominant position on the island, and our family was the Black Golan Island that immigrated to in that era.

Essentially, I'm actually an English leprechaun.

But in 1890, Britain returned the island to the German Muggles, but not to the German wizarding community. The British Ministry of Magic still refuses to allow German wizards to land on Hegoland.

But in 1914, World War I broke out. There was a war between wizards there. Even after the end of the First World War, Heigolan Island was never peaceful again. There were constant conflicts between wizards, fires and deaths. "

"But what does it have to do with you coming to me now?" Hoffa asked softly after listening patiently.

"Don't you understand? The war is about to start again. A large number of German wizards are gathering in secret, and the whole of Europe is like a powder keg that is about to explode. The first thing to bear the brunt is the land that is being contested. We need a large number of wizards to carry this A raging offensive."

"Shouldn't you go to the Ministry of Magic?" Hoffa asked.

"Ministry of Magic?" Indo laughed sarcastically. "Those drunken guys don't believe in the possibility of another world war at all. Like those guys from Gringotts, they think about Galleon every day."

"You're fucking kidding me, I just saw a wanted notice from the Ministry of Magic when I was outside," Hoffa said.

Indo waved his hand irritably: "It was posted by the Department of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The Department of International Affairs doesn't think so. The Minister of Magic, Hector Foley, has already removed a director for this matter. What do you want me to do?" ?”

Hoffa stopped talking, history is always surprisingly similar.

In the previous life, people in the British political circles did not realize that war was inevitable until Chamberlain stepped down and Churchill came to power. And when Voldemort was reborn in later generations, the Ministry of Magic also did not believe in the possibility of war breaking out again, and even engraved "I must not lie" on Harry's arm.

Indra stepped forward and grabbed Hoffa by the shoulder.

"My only hope is to find Headmaster Dippet of Hogwarts. He has always supported us, and most of the wizards stationed on Hegolan Island are his students."

Hoffa was surprised: "Wait, you mean, Hogwarts has always supported you."

"That's right, we goblins are in charge of raising funds, and Hogwarts helps us recruit wizards. This custom has lasted for more than 20 years."

Hoffa didn't speak. He stood up and walked around the room.

What President Armando said at the beginning of school now seems to have no deep meaning.

(Students above the sixth grade can go to a special area for Auror training after obtaining approval.)

I'm afraid that sending students to those special areas is not as simple as Auror training. These people are training wizards like soldiers.

Funny how Hogwarts seems to have always been a hawk when it comes to the war. Whether it is this time or the future Voldemort Wars.

So why did Indra come to find him this time?

Hoffa had already guessed the answer. He thought of the scene he saw on the hunting ground after his last flying lesson—the teleportation array at Hogwarts was destroyed.

The dangling Hoffa stood still, looking at Indo with piercing eyes.

"Is it because the school hasn't sent anyone there for a while?"

"That's right."

Indo quickly stood up, "Do you know something?"

Hoffa said solemnly: "The school's teleportation array leading to the outside world has been destroyed. I have some guesses. I'm afraid someone is interfering with your cooperation with Hogwarts. Should come to me, I'm only a first-year student. Why don't you go."

"I found it!"

Indo said irritably: "I looked for it, but suddenly everyone in Hogwarts couldn't be contacted. I can't apparate to Hogwarts, there are too many protective magics, I can only come here to find you."

"Where is Dumbledore, how much have you looked for Dumbledore?" Hoffa first thought of Dumbledore.

Unexpectedly, when Indo heard Dumbledore, he immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"Albus Dumbledore?"

"I didn't look for him. Although I know him, I don't trust him very much. The relationship between him and the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald is ambiguous. Grindelwald is in Germany now, and I will not look for him his."

Hoffa frowned and sat down slowly, tapping his fingers on the table, which was the key factor he ignored.

Grindelwald, Dumbledore's lifelong friend and lover.

Before the Dark Lord Tom Riddle grew up, he was one of the most terrifying dark wizards of this era, and it can be said that he was the first generation of Dark Lord.

Moreover, he also has the Elder Wand, one of the three Deathly Hallows, in his hand, and his strength should not be underestimated. Indo didn't trust Dumbledore for a reason.

After thinking for a moment, Hoffa asked, "Then why did you ask me to come?"

Indo immediately said: "Take me to Hogwarts Castle, I must meet Principal Armando Dippet."

Hoffa was shocked, and he couldn't help asking again.

"What did you say?"

"Take me to the school to find Principal Dippet."

"Me? Take you, go to school, find the principal!?"

Hoffa pointed to his nose and asked word by word with his eyes wide open.

Indra: "Exactly."

"Farewell."

Hoffa turned his head and walked out.

He didn't expect the goblin to make such a request for himself, to bring someone into the castle privately? Still in the case of only the first grade, such a thing is impossible to think about! Hogwarts is a fully closed school, and students must sign their guardians when entering and leaving Hogsmeade. Dumbledore will not be able to be the headmaster 50 years later, let alone Dippet's time.

Indo quickly grabbed Hoffa, "Hey, don't go!"

Hoffa was furious.

"Do you know how strict our school rules are? Do you know how much risk I took when I came out to meet you?

Now you're asking me to take you to Dippert, you're crazy, I'm only in first grade, and I'm no shit.

How would I explain it if they asked me where I met you. Maybe I send you to Hogwarts for Dippet now, and tomorrow I'll be expelled from school. Those people will break my wand, and I'll be wandering in London. "

"That's all your imagination, your guess!" Indu was anxious.

"Is it really my speculation?" Hoffa looked at Indo without blinking.