After the boy landed, he rolled and stood up. Like a fencer, he held up a piece of glass shard picked up from the ground. In his right hand, he still held a magic bottle on his waist. He said in shock: "Hey, who are you? Why are you here?

here!?"

Hoffa looked him up and down and said slowly: "I am the one who should ask this. Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Don't pretend to be sophisticated." The boy covered the big bump on his forehead, "If you don't stay in the safe area at this time, and run to a place like this privately, you are either a black witch or a monster... Wait...

..."

The moonlight emerged from the dark clouds again, illuminating Hoffa's face and his shining pupils. The boy wearing Hufflepuff wizard robes stared at him in surprise.

"Grey hair, yellow eyes, you...it's actually you!! Aren't you the Hoffa of Ravenclaw, Hoffabach?"

Hoffa crossed his arms, and then the boy looked like he was about to faint. He rushed forward and took his arm, "Brother, you have been missing for a year! It's been a whole year, my God.

!!”

The boy threw away his arm again, backed up and leaned against the wall, shaking his head vigorously: "Wait, are you real or fake? Is someone pretending to be you with polyjuice potion?"

"No, no, no, you must be real if you can dissolve my transformation so easily, right?"

He convinced himself in this way and pounced again.

"I'm going to tell my friends. Tell them who I saw, wait... Where's my owl? Where's my owl? Damn it! Jasmine, where have you been?"

With a sharp whistle, a black and yellow spotted owl flew out of the hole in the cabin, landed on his shoulder with a finger in its mouth, and gave a dissatisfied cry.

"Oh, how many times have I told you that the things outside are not clean and contain bacteria." The boy twisted the fingers in his owl's mouth and threw it away in disgust, and then licked its fur until it exploded, "I need you

Send me a letter, will you?"

The owl hooted very dissatisfiedly.

"It's just a little way, a little way." The boy took out a roll of sheepskin and a quill from the pocket of his robe. He licked the quill and started writing.

"Wait a minute." Hoffa interrupted the somewhat nervous boy coldly.

"What's wrong? Hoffa."

"Don't rush to deliver the letter. I haven't asked you yet, what are you doing here? You are wearing a Hufflepuff wizard robe, you must not have graduated yet."

"Oh, this!"

The boy puffed up his chest proudly, "This year the school will send students from fifth grade and above to perform patrol missions in various cities, and those who can be selected are the best of the best.

Looking at the smug look on his face, Hoffa was a little speechless. For a long time, he had been dealing with all kinds of insidious and cunning guys. The simplicity and pride in Hogwarts seemed to be from a long time ago.

It’s over, I have to say it. If I were to do it myself,

To carry out such a dangerous mission, one must dress up in disguise. The more inconspicuous the better, how can one wear the academy's robes openly? What if he really encounters a serious black wizard?

Is it clear to let others put a spell on your face?

"I didn't ask why you were chosen. I asked you what you were doing on this ship. Also, have you seen the crew and passengers on this ship?"

"I have placed defensive spells along the coast under my jurisdiction, but half a month ago, all the defensive spells I placed were inexplicably ineffective. I followed the traces of the spells and found the wrecked ship.

The freighter, then, met you."

The boy sat down on the stairs, "Hey, let me tell you, couldn't you have informed me in advance that you were coming back? It scared me to death just to come here."

Hoffa didn't answer. He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. The defensive spell was destroyed. It must have been done by a wizard. It seemed that Mance had sneaked into England, but he didn't know where he was now.

"Why, do you have any clues, Hoffa? If you can tell me, it might be of great help."

"May I have your name?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." The boy with a wide chin said excitedly: "I am Ryan, Ryan Gareth, from the sixth grade. Do you remember? The batter of Hufflepuff College. I am

One grade above you."

"Sorry. Hoffa shook his head: "I have no interest in Quidditch."

The uninteresting answer was like cold water on the head, dampening the enthusiasm of the Hufflepuff student. He scratched his head in embarrassment: "Well, it's quite interesting. If you can come back, I really recommend you to watch it.

Look, if I can still play Quidditch in the future."

"It's been almost a week since I landed here, but I haven't seen anyone. Where are the people in this place?" Hoffa asked his last question.

"People around...?"

For some reason, Ryan shrugged helplessly: "They have all gathered together. After all, these days everyone is huddled together to keep warm."

"Where are you gathering?"

Hoffa asked.

"Bournemouth, if you can find it. However, no one in this area can take you to find it except me. Because it has been invisibly cursed by people from the Ministry of Magic."

"Why?" Hoffa was a little surprised.

"The current situation in the wizarding world is very tense. Some time ago, a small town in Ireland was massacred by a necromancer who had not seen it for a long time. The people in the city were transformed into an army of Inferi, which caused panic throughout the country. Although

That guy was killed by our people, but after this incident, the people from the Ministry of Magic cast an invisibility spell outside all cities to prevent evil foreign wizards from entering and leaving British cities."

"It's really scary."

Hoffa took a breath and said, "How many people are there in a city?"

"Thousands and thousands," Ryan sighed. "These days, powerful wizards and wizard families are doing whatever it takes to accumulate power. It's not uncommon for terrible things to happen."

"Take me there."

Hoffa said without argument. After he finished speaking, he felt that he was too arbitrary and softened his tone: "I brought the people on this boat to England. I am responsible for them. I hope you can understand."

Ryan was not surprised at all. He grinned and gave a thumbs up: "Of course I will help you, Hoffa. But having said that, can I write a letter to my friend now?"

Hoffa threw his wand back to him: "No."

Ryan: "......"

Led by the newly met Hufflepuff sixth graders, they left the stranded freighter and hurried inland.

Along the way, Ryan caught Hoffa and asked him endless questions, including why he left Hogwarts, what he was doing recently, and whether he knew the hot news in the British wizarding world, and finally asked him a series of questions.

Find out what he ate during the day.

Ryan is a very typical Hufflepuff, excellent in strength, warm-hearted, but a little too familiar. Hoffa can't stand his verbosity and doesn't want to get involved with him too much. He just wants to find Chloe as soon as possible.

, tell her the news that he found the clue.

However, when he returned to the place where the two rested, the nun was nowhere to be seen, and even the fire on the ground was completely extinguished.

Hoffa's brain buzzed. His first thought was that the nun had gone to the wild to relieve herself, but the messy footprints on the ground denied his idea. Chloe was taken away.

Is it a human?

If you look closely, you will see that the footprints on the ground have four toes, the toes and heels are widely separated, and the back part is very short, as if someone stepped on the ground on tiptoes.

His heart was beating loudly, getting colder and colder. It felt like he had saved up money for a long time to buy a new mobile phone, and then the phone was stolen in the blink of an eye. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. This was the third time that the nun had disappeared.

He didn't care too much about Chloe's life or death, let alone what she thought. He chose to escort her just because of her amazing abilities.

But this time, he couldn't help but worry in his heart. Britain is no longer the Britain it once was. In this land full of dangers, will something happen to her? He regretted not waking her up just now and not taking her with him.

Looking at Hoffa standing there as if he was petrified, Ryan was curious, "What's wrong with you?"

"My friend, my friend is missing!"

He jumped to a high place and shouted Chloe's name loudly, but no one answered. He also didn't see any living beings. Above the empty town, the moonlight was cold and green.

Gary took out his wand, walked to the embers of the fire, looked at the footprints on the ground with the fluorescent spell, raised his head and said to Hoffa: "The people from Bournemouth took her away."

"Man, you're kidding me. These are clearly the footprints of wild beasts."

"Yes, indeed." Ryan shook his head again: "The situation here is very complicated, and I won't be able to explain it to you for a while. In short, you come to Bournemouth with me first."

He put away his wand and ran away a few steps, "Are you coming?"

Hoffa gritted his teeth and looked at the place where the nun disappeared, put away his unnecessary self-blame, and followed Ryan.

Ryan said to the owl on his shoulder: "Jasmine, lead the way." The owl hooted, spread its wings and flew away into the distance. Ryan followed the owl, and Huofa followed behind him.

Ryan may have noticed that Hoffa was in a bad mood and didn't bother him anymore. The two of them kept going on the road from night to dawn, and from dawn to noon.

Under the bright sunshine, they came to the outer edge of a city. The place looked like other places, empty. Except for the dilapidated buildings, there was no one and nothing special about it.

However, Ryan untied a green medicine bottle from his waist and poured it down into the air.

The scene in front of me is like a photo that has been corroded by some kind of acid, melting away a gap big enough for a person to pass through, and there is a whole other world inside.

Ryan put away the bottle and tapped his body with the wand. He disappeared into the air. The invisible Ryan said: "You'd better be invisible. Don't let people in this city see you."

Hoffa followed the instructions and entered the phantom state.

After the two transparent people entered the gap, the space behind them quickly grew and recovered, and the gap disappeared.

They stood on the roof of a building in the city. The dazzling sunlight on the roof fluttered past several crows looking for food. Looking down the street, Hoffa saw some pedestrians coming and going, and the crowds were very sparse.

"Bournemouth?"

"Yes." The invisible Ryan whistled, and the owl in the sky landed on the clothes drying rack on the roof. Ryan opened a door on the roof: "Come on, I'll show you this city.

"
To be continued...