Chapter 29: Chapter 29

In the dark and slippery tunnel, water drops fell from time to time. There was a ticking sound, and occasionally filamentous fluorescent fungi grew on the cracked masonry of unknown age.

Faint gasps came from far and near, and some spider-like reptiles in the darkness quickly avoided after hearing the sound.

A goblin helped a boy gradually emerge from the dark secret passage. It was Indo and Hoffa.

A piece of fluorescent mushroom was trampled out by Indo. He stopped Hoffa for a moment, then proceeded to lift him up and move on.

It took Hoffa an hour to come, and when he returned, he was weak. Hoffa walked continuously for nearly 2 hours, and stopped to rest from time to time.

Finally, after returning to the statue of the hunched witch at Hogwarts, Hoffa sat down on his buttocks, leaning against his back and panting, and he feebly tore off the mask on his face.

At this moment, he had a little sense of security. No matter how powerful those German wizards were, it was impossible for them to follow Hogwarts. Even if they follow, it probably won't end well.

Adventure is thrilling, but he prefers this down-to-earth feeling.

Indo leaned against the wall of the secret passage, and sat slumped opposite Hoffa, panting.

"Behind... is Hogwarts?"

"if not?"

"I've never been here before. The three colleges are the most heavily guarded places in Europe."

"As you wish?" Hoffa sneered.

Indo rubbed his hands together, smiling awkwardly.

Huo Fali him, he sat on the ground, after panting for a while, he said: "I brought you back to school, now you can go, go to whomever you want."

After finishing speaking, Hoffa ignored Indo's resentful little eyes, crossed his knees and closed his eyes, and began to recover his magic power with meditation. Entering the school still had to rely on stealth, and he wasn't really safe until he returned to the dormitory.

He must put an end to any possibility of being fired.

While meditating, Hoffa summed up the valuable experience gained in this battle.

This time, he was an eye-opener, the only dark wizard who controls magical animals. The cooperation between various spells, and the use of transfiguration in battle.

These were all things he had never known in his previous life. This world was bigger and more dangerous than he imagined.

There is no doubt that he is not their opponent.

If there is no system, just relying on my own magic level of only 11 years old. It must have been too dead to die.

Relying solely on the little information in the original book, he couldn't survive in this treacherous and ever-changing world.

After sorting out the battle gains, Hoffa's mind became heavy. The world is very exciting, which makes him very eager to explore.

But today, Hoffa also realized his shortcomings.

Fatal short board.

Not enough magic.

He once heard people say that how much water a wooden barrel can hold depends on its shortest board. Now it seems that I have shortcomings all over my body. Except that the mental power is higher than that of normal wizards, other places are really similar to Muggles.

Hoffa's magical talent has never been considered strong, and the only thing that stands out about him is that his spirit is higher than ordinary people. He can basically learn ordinary spells immediately, and he can control even spells like Transfiguration with ease.

But now Hoffa discovered that with this bit of magical power, he could cope with the school exams without any problem. It seems a bit stretched to be used for fighting.

No wonder there are so few people who can become Aurors or dark wizards. The mana consumption of fighting is not of the same order of magnitude as the mana consumption of life.

People like Voldemort and Dumbledore have a constant flow of magic, and they can't spend it all.

Including Harry in later generations, he can release magic as he pleases. There has never been a shortage of mana.

Unlike myself, I was out of breath after casting a few spells.

Hoffa now has two kinds of invisibility abilities, the ordinary disillusionment spell, and the advanced ghost walk.

The ordinary illusion spell is only invisibility, and its own magic power can last for more than half an hour.

Although the high-level ghost walk is extremely effective, it can completely eliminate the entity in this world, thereby avoiding any damage.

But the speed at which it consumes mana is terrifying.

Even when he is fully charged, the ghost walk can only last less than half a minute, probably only about 20 seconds.

In just half a day, he meditated twice.

He didn't dare to imagine the consequences of recovering his magic power if he didn't meditate. Perhaps it is now the corpse under the black wizard's staff.

Magic power is the foundation of everything, without magic power, no matter how powerful skills are, they are useless.

If you have an endless stream of magic power, you can release ghost walks at will, coupled with some battle spells, it is simply terrifying.

We must solve the magic short board.

After meditating for nearly three hours, as the magic power gradually filled his exhausted body, Hoffa slowly woke up. His state had recovered a lot, at least not as sluggish as when the battle was just over.

He originally planned to go back to the dormitory incognito to rest, but when he got up, he saw the goblin leaning against the wall of the secret passage, already asleep. He drooped his head and looked very tired.

Hoffa was startled, he shook Indo's shoulder vigorously: "Hey, why are you still here?"

Indo opened his sleepy eyes.

"What?"

"Didn't you say you were going to see Principal Dippet?"

"It's so late. It's early in the morning. Can you let me go tomorrow? How can I find this dark one?" Indo muttered.

Hoffa's eyes widened. He felt that Indo's words made sense, but he also felt that the liar and goblin was planning something.

"Then you go tomorrow, I'm going back." Hoffa said.

As a result, he had just taken two steps when his trouser legs were bitten.

When Hoffa turned his head, Indo turned into a badger, biting his trouser leg pitifully at the moment.

This badger is black and white, like wearing a suit, and there is a pinch of yellow hair with a very distinctive personality on its forehead. The most eye-catching one is the badger that Indor conjures, with an earring on his ear.

Hoffa gritted his teeth: "What are you doing?"

Indo: "I have no place to sleep, you can't let me sleep in the tunnel."

"Fuck you, didn't you sleep soundly just now?"

"You're still here. It's so dark and scary when you leave." The badger shuddered as he said that.

Hoffa gritted his teeth. This goblin must be pretending to be pitiful. It can be seen from the fight against the dark wizard that he must be stronger than himself.

Hoffa kicked him away and insisted, "No."

After speaking, he turned his head and left.

The goblin turned in front of Hoffa and blocked his way.

"Just one night, I will leave in one night, I promise you will wake up tomorrow morning and I will not be here."

Hoffa didn't listen, and walked around it, but the silver badger opened its two little paws and hugged Hoffa's thigh.

"It's really only one night, please."

"Merlin beard."

Hoffa, who was blocked, turned around twice with his forehead on his forehead, secretly cursing himself for being unlucky.

"you promise?"

"I promise."

"Damn it, if you don't leave tomorrow, I'll throw you off the top of Ravenclaw's tower!"

After speaking, he picked up Indra and put him on his shoulders.

After opening the statue of the Hunchbacked Witch, Hoffa entered a normal illusion state.

It's midnight at Hogwarts now.

If he was found wandering in the middle of the night, he would be placed on probation in accordance with the punishment method of Headmaster Dippet. If repeated, he will be fired.

Hoffa didn't want to defy the law.

The school is pitch black at night.

The wind outside blows through the corridors of the castle, making a low whimper, mixed with the faint sound of the midnight bell in the distance, but it is even more quiet.

The only source of light around was the moonlight, which poured down from the tall windows and streaked across the ground.

The shadows cast by those high stone sculptures on the ground are inexplicably distorted, giving people a very grotesque feeling.

Here and Hogwarts during the day are completely two worlds.

Although Hoffa walked lightly, people still woke up from time to time in the oil painting next to him.

"Who's there?" someone in the oil painting asked.

Not only that, those armors standing on both sides of the corridor seemed to have their own sentience, whenever Hoffa passed by. Their heads would turn, and they would look at themselves through the black and empty seams of the iron armor, as if there was a soul living in each armor.

Hoffa left with trepidation, the only good thing for him was that Filch wasn't born yet, and he didn't have to worry about that annoying Squib showing up with the cat.

click.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound behind him.

It looks like someone touched the armor.

Huo Ran turned around immediately.

In the haze, he seemed to see an illusory figure running fast by the moonlight in the corridor.

Hoffa was taken aback.

The goblin asked in a low voice, "Why do I feel that there are others here?"

Hoffa frowned and looked behind him. After a long time, he hissed Indo in a low voice, "This is a magic school, we don't care about anything."

Through the corridors, Hoffa came to the tower of Ravenclaw.

The tower of Ravenclaw was so tall that Hoffa climbed up the tower little by little, holding on to the handrail of the castle stairs.

The castle stairs seemed to be asleep in the middle of the night, and they no longer helped Hoffa climb up. This caused Hoffa to stop and rest every time he climbed a section.

After climbing for more than ten minutes, Indo asked softly on his shoulder, "Where is your rest room?"

Hoffa panted. "Shh, play your badger well."

Indra shut up.

Finally, Hoffa stood on the top of the extremely high tower without any risk, and in front of him was a huge portrait of a knight. To enter the lounge, Hoffa still faces the last hurdle.

Hoffa lifted his illusion spell, and the knight in the painting tilted his head and knelt down on one knee in silence.

The metal eagle on the side slowly spread its wings.

Asked: [You look at me, I look at you. You have eyes, I have no eyes. You can say it, I can say it. You have a voice, but I have no voice. 】

After finishing speaking, the eagle didn't move, quietly waiting for Hoffa's answer.

Shoulder, Indra's badger gasped. He had never seen such an odd question.

"What the hell school..."

Hoffa tapped Indrabadger on the head to silence him.

[I look at you, you look at me. You have eyes, I have no eyes. You can say it, I can say it. You have a voice, but I have no voice. 】

Are the problems at night more difficult than those during the day?

Hoffa spun around twice before raising his head with a frown.

"Mirror."

The eagle slowly folded its wings, bowed its head and embraced its chest.

The knight in the side portrait stood up, and the passage leading to the Ravenclaw lounge appeared.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly crawled inside.

Back in the lounge, the crazy day is finally over.

Indo murmured in his ear: "Do you have to be asked by it every time you go back?"

"That's right..." Hoffa scolded in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you to stop talking? You idiot."

Silver and Black Badger shut up.

Hoffa walked through the dimly lit lounge and brought Indo back to the dormitory. No matter what he wanted to do, he had to make plans tomorrow.

The room was dark.

Several roommates were already asleep, breathing evenly.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, he was extremely tired, and he locked Schmidt's thick wand in the closet.

Then, before he could say goodnight to the goblin, he fell asleep on his pillow.

That night, Hoffa had a very strange dream. He dreamed that a black figure led him along a winding and dark passage, but he couldn't find the exit.

There is no light, no hope.

Cold, oppressive, unable to breathe. It's like being in a bottomless ocean.

The figure hung himself neither far nor near. It seemed to be facing Hoffa, but he couldn't see the face at all. He wanted to catch up to see who the man was, but when he got closer, he found that the man's face seemed to be split. While laughing, while crying.