"Well......"

Indra was stunned, then threw the playing cards away and played them around skillfully.

"Hey, hey, you guys play first, play first, I drank too much butterbeer and I need to go to the toilet."

"Hey, is it true or false?"

"Wow, you go to the toilet after winning money?"

"There are three urgent needs, brother."

After saying that, Indra dragged an invisible object and squeezed out of the crowd. Then, he walked to the toilet with a smile amidst the vulgar urging of his gambling friends. When passing the stairs, he suddenly turned and dragged the invisible object.

Hoffa ran upstairs like the wind.

"I came so quickly, I'm very lucky..."

Hoffa didn't answer. His brain was getting more and more uncomfortable. He didn't know what was going on. He could only let Indur drag him.

When Indra opened the door, the pain in his brain reached its peak.

Hoffa suddenly fell to the ground with a pale face and was forced to exit the stealth state.

Indra did not expect such a thing to happen. He turned around and saw Hoffa lying on the ground, and panicked.

"Hey kid, are you okay?"

At this moment, Hoffa's vision went dark. He felt that the ends of his limbs were cold, and his head hurt as if it was about to be torn open.

"...It feels uncomfortable."

Indor stretched out his hand to touch Hoffa's forehead and said angrily: "Stupid boy, did you just come here with the Disguise Charm on?"

"Otherwise..."

"You've overdrawn your magic power, damn it! Didn't anyone teach you?"

Only then did Hoffa realize that the Illusion Curse was not a foolproof ability, let alone an invisibility cloak. Like other spells, it also required the wizard's physical and mental energy. He had just been immersed in the excitement of becoming invisible, and for a moment he actually

Forget the fact that you don't have much magic power.

This state is very dangerous.

"Hel me... up."

Hoffa closed his eyes and whispered.

Indor quickly helped Hoffa on the lounge chair, and then he ran downstairs with a bang. After a while, he came up. He was holding two big cups in his hands. He handed the cups to Hoffa's mouth and said,

Gave Hoffa some hot butterbeer.

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

Hoffa felt that he had regained some energy.

After a while, the world in front of me reluctantly returned to color.

Hoffa slumped weakly on the recliner and stared at the ceiling in trance.

Indra murmured in a low voice: "It's really you who learned the Disguise Mantra 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 Indra was quiet for a while, he said anxiously: "I thought you would have to wait until at least evening to come. Who would have thought you would come so quickly."

"I don't want to add another charge of wandering late at night to the crime of sneaking out of the school." Hoffa cursed impatiently, "If you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have something to say, let it go, don't say you want to cheat me out of money again."

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

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

The goblin didn't say anything. He walked to the window of the room, looked out warily, and then closed the blinds.

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

After pulling up the curtains beside the window, the goblin snapped his fingers and used magic to block out all sounds from the outside world, and the surrounding area instantly became quiet.

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

"What?" Hoffa's eyes widened: "That's not what your hometown is, Germany is black..."

"Hegoland Island, Germany." As he spoke, the goblin raised his head and took a swig of beer. "It's a very beautiful island. It's a pity that we can't hold it anymore."

His ears drooped.

"I can't stand it...what's going on?" Hoffa frowned, "Speak slowly."

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

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

Indra: "Wizards are born out of Muggles, but they are still essentially human beings. Every large-scale Muggle war will involve wizards, and wizards are more likely to have disputes than Muggles. Different schools, different ideas, different

Faith. Sometimes, a small spark is enough to ignite a conflict between wizards.

Many times, wars that break out among Muggles are just an illusion of wizarding 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 power occupied a dominant position on the island. Our family immigrated to Black Goland in that era.

.

At heart, I'm actually a British temptress.

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

But in 1914, World War I broke out. A war between wizards broke out there. Even after the end of World War I, Black Goland was no longer peaceful. Wizards continued to have frictions, fights, and deaths there."

"But what does this 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 secretly gathering, and the whole of Europe is like a powder keg that is about to burst. The first to bear the brunt is these lands that are in contention. We need a large number of wizards to be able to withstand this war.

A raging offensive."

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

"Ministry of Magic?" Indra laughed sarcastically, "Those drunken guys simply don't believe in the possibility of another world war. Like the guys at Gringotts, they think about Golden Galleons every day...

..”

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

Indra waved his hands irritably: "That 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 dismissed a director for this matter. What do you want me to do?"

?”

Hoffa stopped talking. History is always surprisingly similar.

In the previous life, the British political circles did not see clearly that war was inevitable until Chamberlain stepped down and Churchill came to power. When Voldemort was reborn in the later life, the Ministry of Magic also did not believe in the possibility of war breaking out again, and even engraved it on Harry's arm.

'I can't lie'.

Indra stepped forward and grabbed Hoffa's shoulders.

"My only hope is to find Principal Dippet of Hogwarts. He has always been very supportive of us. Most of the wizards stationed on Hegoland Island are his students."

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

"Yes, we goblins are responsible for raising funds, and Hogwarts helps us recruit wizards. This custom has been going on for more than twenty years."

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

What Principal Armando said at the beginning of the school year now seems to have a profound meaning.

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

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

It's really interesting. Hogwarts seems to have always been a hawk when it comes to war. It doesn't matter this time, or the Voldemort War in later generations.

So why did Indra come to find him this time?

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

Hoffa, who was swaying around, stood still and looked at Indur with bright eyes.

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

"That's right."

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

Hoffa said in a solemn tone: "The school's transmission array to the outside world has been destroyed. I have some guesses, I am afraid that someone is interfering with your cooperation with Hogwarts. But this is just a guess. You can't talk about this kind of thing.

You should come to me, I'm just a first-year student. Why don't you go to..."

"I found it!"

Indra said irritably: "I searched, but suddenly everyone in Hogwarts couldn't be contacted. I can't apparate to Hogwarts. There are too many protective magics there, so I can only come here to search."

you."

"Where's Dumbledore? Have you asked Dumbledore?" Hoffa first thought of Dumbledore.

Unexpectedly, when Indra heard about Dumbledore, he immediately shook his head like a rattle.
To be continued...