Chapter 50: 50, Violet

In the next few days, although the weather was getting colder and colder, the Ravenclaw common room was filled with a festive atmosphere, and everyone admired Aglaia's behavior to turn the tide.

And Aglaia is also immersed in the joy of pretending to be successful. She dangles proudly every day, like a male peacock courting a mate, patrolling her territory.

Whenever she passed by Hoffa occasionally, she deliberately brought up the topic of Quidditch. The subtext seemed to be saying to Hoffa - praise me quickly, praise me again.

Hoffa couldn't imagine how much he would hate this inflated peacock who was so happy without Schmidt Rutloff.

Fortunately, he has gradually gotten used to all this now.

It would be abnormal if this guy kept a low profile one day.

Of course, Hoffa would not just fulfill her wish and really praise her.

Missing the masked man kept Hoffa in an inexplicable uneasy mood.

After the death fight in the Forbidden Forest, he has made up his mind to take the initiative to do something to change the status quo and get rid of the shadow of the dark wizard.

But in practice, Hoffa found that it was not that simple.

He returned to that society countless times, trying to find the masked man.

But all this is for nothing.

He didn't know anything about that guy, neither her name nor her identity, and he didn't know how to speak up if he wanted to report it. The portrait of that society has long been empty, and it is impossible to get in.

Thinking of Schmidt, who was still in exile, and the murderous intent against him in the Forbidden Forest, Hoffa always felt a thorn in his heart, a lump.

He must find that guy.

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Finally, the semester is over.

On a quiet morning, Hoffa, who stayed alone in the dormitory, ushered in his first Christmas holiday in Hogwarts.

In the morning, when he woke up from his sleep, he felt a heavy weight on his body.

When I got up, it turned out that the weather blanket I bought for Maya had arrived.

Hoffa got up and opened the blanket.

Immediately, the temperature of the whole room rose a lot, and it even made people feel as dry as being in a desert.

On the carpet is brown soil, which changes color in the sunlight. Depending on the strength of the sun's rays, the color of the rocks is sometimes dark blue, sometimes brown, and sometimes red, with endless changes.

Over the blanket were oppressive dark clouds, in which there was a muffled thunder.

A columnar cactus stands in the desert under the thunder, and the miniature owl hides on the cactus. The cactus grove is home to some Western Hemisphere wild boars, sand turtles, giant scorpions, rattling rattlesnakes and the feared venomous lizard.

A complete scaled-down version of Arizona's climate.

Hoffa was very satisfied. This was the Joey owl he bought in Diagon Alley not long ago.

After reading the weather blanket, Hoffa was about to take it to Maya, but found two small boxes under the blanket.

This made Hoffa feel a little strange. He neither had the habit of celebrating Christmas nor expected to receive gifts from others.

Could it be that someone gave him a gift?

Putting down the blanket, Hoffa opened two boxes on the floor.

The first box was paper, crumpled, and snow-stained, as if it had been delivered from far away. When I opened the box, there was a letter inside.

There are only a few fine print on the letter.

Indo, privately.

Open letters. There are only two thin sheets of paper in the letter.

first sheet of paper.

[Merry Christmas, Hoffa, I hope you are well. Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye last time, I dare not contact you. Because Hogwarts still hasn't found the person who destroyed the teleportation array, it's not safe now.

Goshak and I came to an agreement to move the teleportation circle from the hunting grounds to the observatory. But I'm not sure if this works. Because even the help of Hogwarts can't stop the spread of the war.

The situation in the outside world is not optimistic, and I have moved to New York, USA. If you are free in the future, you can come to New York to meet me.

Indra.

In addition, Schmidt may still be in the UK, so we must be more careful, because he has strange abilities. Never leave the school grounds. 】

Hoffa read the first letter and produced the second note.

It was not a note, but a ticket.

The scenic bustling port is painted on the ticket, as well as glass buildings and drifting bottles on the beach.

Port Thames, London, UK – Manhattan Harbor, New York, USA.

(You can board the ship at any time with this ticket)

After seeing the gift Indo gave him for Christmas, Hoffa curled his lips, a bit dumbfounded,

A boat ticket?

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Rhett and Andy in Shawshank Redemption.

The other party is Andy. After escaping from prison, don't you forget to give yourself a boat ticket to yourself in prison? It's really unique, but I have deceived myself so much, and I still want to find you by myself. You think so beautifully, Indo.

However, receiving a letter from the other party at least made Hoffa feel less resentment towards him.

You know, these days, whenever he thinks of cheating goblins, he grits his teeth with hatred.

After collecting the letters and tickets, he could not help but turn his gaze to another box on the ground.

Compared with Indor's rough packaging, this box is very delicate. The box is made of mahogany, with silver patterns inlaid on it.

After looking through the box for a long time, he didn't find the signature, so Hoffa opened it out of curiosity.

Inside the box was a blue cup for gargling, and a moving mountain monster was painted on the cup. The mountain monster was actually rinsing its mouth by the river with a cup. A stupid look.

Hoffa's face suddenly became a little ugly.

He stuffed the cup back into the box, then stuffed the box under the bed, vowing never to touch it once in his life.

After checking the presents, Hoffa went out with his blanket under his arm.

Outside the common room, snowflakes danced outside the windows, beating against the icy panes. The stair railings were wrapped in holly and tinsel, long-burning candles flickered in the helmets of the armor, and huge bouquets of mistletoe hung at intervals in the corridors.

Hoffa thought he had to go to the tree house in the forest to meet Joey, but he thought too much.

When he walked into the foyer, he found Joey alone, waving his wand, carrying Christmas trees into the auditorium. He had already moved eleven.

"Joey."

Hoffa startled Joey when he emerged from under the mistletoe.

Joey was a little unnatural, "What are you doing here, I didn't prepare a gift for you."

"It doesn't matter, you can save it, and when I become an adult, you will drag me into the Mormon Church as compensation."

"Enough!" Joey said angrily, "We've already discussed this topic, please don't blaspheme my faith anymore? I won't let you believe in religion just because of your youthful fantasies."

Hoffa laughed. After laughing, he stuffed the blanket in his hand to Joey.

"Okay, this is for you, go back and take care of Maya, if you need help, you can write to me."

Joey took the blanket, but before he could unwrap it, Hoffa disappeared under the mistletoe.

After the things were given to Joey, Hoffa was not in a hurry to return to the common room.

He has one more important thing to do.

Go to the Society Tower at Hogwarts.

He has been doing this for more than half a month.

For Hoffa, finding the masked man is the most vital goal at present.

The enemy is in the dark, but it is already in the light. This feeling makes him extremely uncomfortable.

To go to the club tower, you have to go through the school auditorium, when you pass the auditorium. He saw Tom Riddle crossing his arms at the door of the auditorium, talking to several green robed Slytherins.

As Hoffa passed, he chuckled, "Merry Christmas, Hoffa."

Hoffa was not at all happy to receive the blessing from the future Voldemort.

All he replied mechanically was, "You too, Tom."

It was cold, and there was snow outside the window. A silence as heavy as snow on the ground enveloped the entire club tower. Since two-thirds of the students had gone back, it was much deserted than usual.

Out of prudence, Hoffa blessed himself with the illusion spell when he came here. Although he wasn't sure if the Disillusionment Curse had any effect on the masked man.

Follow the tower all the way to the corner.

No one appeared on the road, and even the surrounding oil paintings were empty.

Finally, when Hoffa came to his destination.

This place is no different from what I saw every day for the past half month.

Inconspicuous corner, empty oil painting.

Hoffa made two laps, not surprised by a fruitless day.

With or without, he decided to come every day.

He was going back to the common room.

However, just as he went down the stairs and turned the corner, he saw a completely unexpected visitor.

It was an old man in a gray robe. He was hunched over, with a half-protruded head and gloomy eyes.

Armando Dippet

The current Headmaster of Hogwarts.

The moment he saw him, Principal Dippet also turned his head and looked straight at the place where he was hiding.

Hoffa secretly thought it was not good, one more thing is worse than one less thing. He was invisible to guard against the masked man, and he didn't want to be pulled by the principal for questioning.

He immediately entered the ghost walking state without hesitation.

Principal Dippet frowned suddenly.

After about five or six seconds, he rubbed his eyes.

"old."

He grunted, and passed Hoffa in the shadow state.

Hoffa almost broke out in a cold sweat. Could it be that seeing through invisibility is the basic ability of the headmaster of Hogwarts?

Harry Potter's invisibility cloak doesn't seem to have any effect on Dumbledore.

However, before Hoffado could feel the principal's powerful eyesight.

What the other party was holding caught Hoffa's attention.

I saw Armando Dippet walking forward with his hands behind his back, but his right hand was holding a bouquet of flowers.

A bouquet of fresh violets.