Chapter 49: Chapter 49

Professor Gosak stood there for a while, coughed twice, and then slowly turned around and entered the castle.

Hoffa didn't know what happened. When he saw Goshak leave, he got out from behind the wall where he was hiding, stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and chased after Joey.

"Hey, Joey!"

"Hey, wait for me."

After barking several times in a row, Joey turned his head.

He saw that it was Hoffa who came, and showed a surprised expression.

"What are you doing here, why don't you go to a Quidditch match?"

Hoffa caught up to Joey, panting, on snow up to his knees.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, how do you feel physically?"

Speaking of this, Joey waved his hand irritably.

"Don't mention it, I'd rather die that day."

"What's wrong?"

"What? Those damned guys actually said that I violated the teaching staff rules and brought students into the Forbidden Forest privately. I need to be suspended for observation. During the observation period, there is no salary. Without salary, what will my Maya do?"

Joey got more and more excited as he talked.

"I've been in the hospital for the past few days, and it's very weak. These damn Europeans, will they die if they live a good life? They must fight back and forth, I've had enough!"

Maya is an egg laid by Joey's previous Thunderbird Taras.

Hoffa wanted to comfort Joey, but Hoffa couldn't answer Joey's call at all, because he himself is considered half European now.

After a few seconds, Joey also noticed his gaffe. He sighed and muttered, "Forget it, why should I tell you?"

Hoffa didn't mind, he chased after her and asked, "Maya is not in good condition?"

"Very bad, come and see it, maybe I'll bring him back to America after Christmas."

Depressedly speaking, Old Joey took Hoffa back to his tree house.

Now every tree in the Forbidden Forest is engraved with mysterious runes.

As soon as he entered the Forbidden Forest, Hoffa felt eyes everywhere, invisible eyes.

Joey said sullenly:

"Damn the dark wizard, Dumbledore and the principal have put defense marks on every nearby tree. Now even if there is an extra mouse near the school, they will know. Many magical creatures have sensed surveillance, They're all out of this area."

The two climbed up to the tree house, and Joey made a pot of tea for Hoffa in the living room, then slumped on a chair weakly.

In the rattan basket of the coffee table in front of the two of them was a large off-white bird's egg, which was darker than the last time Hoffa saw it, and the blue lines on it were almost indistinguishable.

Joey took out his red-brown glasses, looked carefully at the eggs, and rubbed his hair worriedly.

"If this continues, maybe I really have to resign and go home. The environment here is too unfriendly to it, the weather is good, and the wizard is good."

Hoffa quickly took Joey's glasses and put them on his eyes.

Under the perspective of the glasses, Hoffa saw that the embryo had obviously shrunk down inside the eggshell. "

It seems that the state is indeed not good, Hoffa frowned. Is there nothing you can do?

"Of course there is a way, but it's a pity that it can't be realized in the UK."

Joey said worriedly:

"I have lived with Thunderbird for 30 years, and I know it quite well. It needs a dry and hot environment when it hatches. The drier and hotter the better. But now this environment is too unsuitable for its growth."

"Isn't it possible to simulate an environment?" Just like Hoffa gestured with his hand. "Like the birds in the breeding base, they use fire and magic."

"It's a magical creature, not a turkey."

Joey said angrily:

"Even if it can simulate a dry and hot environment, it can't simulate the climate it likes. Do you understand the climate? That stuffy, oppressive, stormy, and thunderous atmosphere."

"What's the climate like in Arizona?"

Hoffa asked.

"That's right, Thunderbird likes to be born in that environment the most."

Hoffa looked at the egg, then at Joey's depressed old face. Suddenly a strange idea came to mind.

"I seem to have a way."

Hoffa said slowly.

"What idea?"

"When I was in Diagon Alley before school started, I once saw a store that sold weather. They sold all kinds of weather. Thunder, rain, desert, and rainforest are all sold, and they are exactly the same as the real thing." (Note : see Chapter 4)

"Is there such a store?"

Joey was stunned.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, isn't there any wizarding world in the United States?"

Joey shook his head like a rattle.

Hoffa: 'We could buy one if'

"How much?" Joey asked directly.

Hoffa thought for a moment.

"If I remember correctly, it should be fifty gold Galleons."

"Fifty Galleons?" Joey gasped.

"My monthly salary at Hogwarts is only 15 Galleons, and I have to send ten of them to the United States every month. How can there be so much money. Moreover, these hateful school leaders have stopped working because of the Forbidden Forest. my salary."

Hoffa laughed bitterly.

Speaking of which, these wizards are really down-to-earth, and knowing magic can't change the fact that they are poor. When reading novels in the previous life, the Weasley family was very poor because they had many children. It seems that Harry Potter's life after graduation is not considered rich, because working in the Ministry of Magic does not have much lucrative water.

Hoffa took a sip of tea from his teacup and asked, "Why did you come to work in the UK? Why don't you find something with more money?"

"I have too many American family members, and the noise made me upset every day. Talas didn't like my family back then, he liked quietness. So I brought him to Hogwarts."

"How many children do you have?" Hoffa asked casually after taking another sip of tea.

"17."

Old Joey straightened his legs, looked up to the sky and sighed.

Hoffa almost choked on a sip of tea.

"How much?"

"Seventeen, seventeen. I'm a Mormon, don't you think that's a lot?"

"I don't care what religion you are!" Hoffa exclaimed, "17, how did you do it, your wife"

"I have nine wives."

Old Joey said quietly, "Over there in America."

puff! !

A mouthful of hot tea sprayed out of Hoffa's mouth, spitting Joey in the face.

The trace of sympathy brought by the other party's difficult situation suddenly disappeared. Hoffa coughed and looked at the familiar but unfamiliar old man in front of him in shock.

He felt that his world view was rapidly collapsing. Nine wives and 17 children. What kind of concept is that? Feudal society or slave society?

Why was it possible to marry 9 wives and have 17 children in 1938?

"real or fake.?"

Hoffa asked hoarsely.

"Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Joey said angrily, wiping the tea juice off his face with a towel.

"It's been said that I'm a Mormon, a Mormon. Our religion allows polygamy."

Hoffa suddenly realized.

Then he asked without hesitation: "What are the requirements for joining a religion?"

Old Joey was amused by Hoffa's expression. He shook his head and sighed: "You are only so old, you are thinking about these things. But let me remind you, some things are not as beautiful as they seem. If I really I really enjoy my life in America, I wouldn't come to Hogwarts to do this kind of hard work."

"Nonsense, you can express emotion in front of me only after you have experienced it!"

Hoffa scolded. "You deserve to be short of money. It's not too much for me to say that you are poor. God has opened nine windows for you. It's time to deprive you of something."

"People are small and ghosts are big."

Old Joey let out a haha ​​helplessly.

The treehouse conversation somehow went completely off course.

Hoffa had completely forgotten about the Thunderbirds, and also about Quidditch.

He kept asking old Joey about the details of Mormonism, specifically the details of polygamy, such as what to do if his wife is jealous, how to sleep every night, how often he changes a new wife, and whether there is anything special about pampering his wife .

In the end, Joey couldn't take it anymore.

He got up in a huff and pushed Hoffa out the door.

"Brat, when you grow up, it's not too late to ask me these questions!"

boom!

As soon as the door was closed, Hoffa was pushed out of the tree house.

As soon as the cold wind of European winter blows, he wakes up a little bit.

Only then did I realize that I promised Aglaia to watch her Quidditch match? Why did he suddenly come here to discuss the issue of polygamy with Old Qiao?

Sullenly, he climbed down the tree trunk into knee-deep snow. He suddenly felt that life seemed to have an extra goal out of thin air.

After graduating from Hogwarts, go to the United States and become a modern Wei Xiaobao.

As he walked, he seriously thought about the feasibility of this problem.

Walking to the exit of the Forbidden Forest, Hoffa turned to look at the forest. He didn't think he could let the old guy just give up his job at Hogwarts game park.

I have to keep him.

Indo had 60 Galleons left from the money he gave himself last time, so he should be able to go to Diagon Alley to order an Arizona climate blanket.

But before that, I should go back to the Quidditch pitch first, and I don't know if that boring game is over.

...

...

The snow was heavy and the snow was deep.

In the distance, the spectator stands of the Quebec Stadium stood tall, four huge college banners were flying in the sky, and the columns of the stadium were faintly visible in the heavy snow.

The game should not be over yet.

Covering his eyes, Hoffa hurried to the Quidditch pitch with one foot deep and the other shallow.

But on the way, he saw a vague figure standing alone on the snow in the distance. It is a bit abrupt on the white snow everywhere.

Someone is standing on the snow.

Hoffa thought for a while, and walked towards that person curiously. Why would someone stand alone on the snow while others were playing? Could it be that the other party, like himself, had no interest in Quidditch?

After walking a few steps, the figure in the distance suddenly raised his head.

It saw Hoffa.

The two looked at each other from a distance through the wind and snow.

Then, it turned and ran, very fast.

Hoffa was puzzled for a second, then horrified, and suddenly realized something.

The place where that guy stood just now is the position of the teleportation array!

This man has a problem!

He pulled out his legs with a crunch, and Hoffa ran on the snow on all fours.

"stop!"

Hoffa yelled.

But the other party didn't stop at all, instead, his speed became faster and faster, and his figure became more and more blurred in the snow as his robes fluttered.

Hoffa drew out his wand and stumbled to where the figure had been standing.

Sure enough, almost the entire snow field was lifted, exposing the dark brown turf underneath.

The turf was full of potholes, and the huge abandoned teleportation array hidden under the turf was turned out again, and suffered unprecedented damage.

Every rune was blown to pieces, and the air was full of violent magic elements. Just now this land suffered at least ten violent spells.

Got you!

Hoffa glanced at the blurred figure, at this moment he had completely turned into a gray dot, flickering a few times in the heavy snow. Disappeared.

The direction of disappearance is the Quidditch pitch.

Hoffa chased after him without thinking.

This guy was the culprit who caused him to be hunted down by Schmidt.

If the teleportation circle hadn't been destroyed, Indo would not have come to Hogsmeade to look for him. If Indo hadn't come to look for him, he wouldn't have provoked three German black wizards for no reason, and he wouldn't have met a black wizard in the Forbidden Forest , escaped twice in a row.

This guy is the root of everything.

Who is it! ?

Is it Schmidt himself?

Hoffa ran hard while thinking about the other party's identity.

The figure in front of him was no longer visible.

Ghost Walk!

Hoffa directly activated the ability.

As the world changed color, he disappeared into the wind and snow.

In the shadow state, his speed increased rapidly, and he left a series of shallow footprints on the snow with a step of more than three meters.

Ten seconds later, when he jumped out of the stealth state, he activated his ability again without hesitation.

Running at high speed for 20 seconds made him approach the flickering gray figure in front of him.

Right at the entrance to the Quidditch pitch.

Hoffa followed in his footsteps, all the way to the Quidditch pitch. The moment he jumped out of the stealth state, Hoffa put his hand on the opponent's shoulder.

"Hey!"

The man turned his head abruptly, and pushed Hoffa away with his hands.

For a split second, Hoffa saw a mask, a paradoxically pale mask.

He stood on the spot in a daze, and the masked man rushed out again in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa was shocked and wanted to chase again.

However, at this moment, a burst of cheers broke out in the stadium.

Everyone stood up, some even jumped from the tower, trying to hug their team members.

Bright blue ribbons are flying in the sky, and the eagle logo is shining in the wind and snow.

The narrator roared in a hoarse voice:

"Aglaia, the young Ravenclaw's substitute Seeker, stepped forward to catch the Golden Snitch when the team was 100 points behind, and saved the team from crisis. Unimaginable superb skills. It is simply unbelievable. It can be foreseen that for a long time in the future, the Ravenclaw team will have another trump card of its own. Of course, the Slytherin team behaved..."

The narrator was talking on stage.

The Ravenclaws were running and cheering with excitement.

The Slytherins were downcast and chagrined.

And Hoffa stood pale at the entrance of the arena, and the footprints on the snow were washed away by these fanatical fans, leaving no trace at all. The vague figure completely disappeared into the crowd.

In the air, some colored ribbons and papers fell and hung on Hoffa's face.

Aglaia held the Golden Snitch and his teammates and danced in the sky, and slowly landed on the ground, the crowd cheered even louder.

But their cheers did not infect Hoffa at all.

He has seen that person.

seen!

A few months ago, in the secret room of the Violet Society, the person who taught himself the Disillusionment Curse!

Aglaia raised the Golden Snitch amidst people's praise, her face flushed from the cold was full of pride.

Hoffa stood in the crowd in a daze.

Suddenly a hand pulled Hoffa out of the crowd and dragged him to the front of the crowd.

Miranda said reproachfully, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time!"

Hoffa came to his senses, but he didn't know how to answer.

At this time, Aglea excitedly held up the flashing golden snitch and came to Hoffa.

"Did you see it? Did you see it? The last movement of me riding the broom upside down?"

Hoffa nodded slowly: "You are the best Seeker I have ever seen."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Aglaia smiled smugly.