Hoffa couldn't listen anymore.

Aglaia's YY was largely to show off and show off, and was not rigorous. But it still made Hoffa's heart tighten. If he was found to have sneaked away to Hogsmeade, God knows what kind of punishment awaits him.

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He pushed away the dinner plate and walked out of the auditorium silently.

At the door, there were groups of senior students looking frightened.

Most of them were students who had been to Hogsmeade yesterday. The terrorist attack passed them by, making them extremely scared.

When Hoffa walked to the door of the hall, a one-eyed old man carrying a bow and arrow was posting flyers on the school notice board.

That's the gamekeeper at Hogwarts.

Hoffa took a closer look.

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Emergency Notice

In view of the large-scale riots that occurred in Hogsmeade Village yesterday, no students are strictly prohibited from entering or exiting Hogsmeade Village during this semester. Students who went to Hogsmeade Village yesterday will enter the Transfiguration class in the corridor on the fifth floor of the school at 3 p.m.

Classroom, subject to safety inspection.

Another note: Our teachers will go to Hogsmeade from September to September 0 to cooperate with the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic to conduct search and security work. All classes and Quidditch matches this week are cancelled.

——Armando Dippet

Hoffa read the notice twice carefully, and Hoffa felt heavy in his heart. He came from a peaceful era, and the closest time to war in his previous life was watching anti-Japanese dramas on TV.

And now, the shadow of war is hovering above his head. Hearing about terrorist incidents and actually participating in terrorist incidents are two different things.

Indra remained silent in his arms.

Hoffa whispered: "Two people died because of you, and more than 40 people were injured because of you..."

Indra said angrily: "Shut up, this is war, not peacetime. All I can do is do my job well!"

Hoffa pursed his lips and remained silent. He didn't feel so relaxed.

Decisive to kill?

Ruthless?

Profit first?

It seems that he does not possess these excellent qualities, he is just an ordinary person.

After being annoyed for a while, Indra frowned and said, "Take me to your school's teleportation point. I must determine what caused Hogwarts to stop aid."

He did not refuse Indra's request. When Hoffa walked out of the castle, the sky was gray and it started to rain lightly, and the grass became a little muddy.

The last time Hoffa came to the grassland was for the school's flying class, and there were many senior students gathered here that time.

Now, all the students are discussing yesterday's attack in Hogsmeade in the Great Hall, and there is no one on the hunting grounds.

On the grass, blue runes were engraved as always.

Indor jumped off Hoffa's chest and walked quickly across the grass, looking back and forth among the runes.

After a while, Indra stuck his head out of the grass like a fox and shouted sharply: "Hoffa, come and see."

Hoffa walked over quickly.

Indra pointed his little paw at the ground and said angrily: "The teleportation point has been destroyed, why is there no one in Hogwarts to take care of it?"

Hoffa's eyes widened as he saw the grass flying and countless runes being smashed into pieces. The ground was full of traces of explosions and burning.

Someone has wreaked havoc here.

He couldn't help but lean down and touch the traces of damage on the grass.

These marks are very fresh, and the torn grass stems are still flowing with juice. It is obvious that they were damaged not long ago, not more than a day.

Hoffa's expression became solemn, and he walked a few more steps without saying a word until he reached the spot where he had been taking flying lessons.

The traces of destruction here have been repaired. Although the blue runes are firmly carved on the ground, the bare brown surface is like a scar, telling the story of the atrocities suffered.

In less than a week, this place was damaged more than twice.

Indra jumped on Hoffa's shoulder and whispered: "The traces of destruction were left a few hours ago, and the magic fluctuations have not yet disappeared. Maybe the murderer has not gone far, so we should go back."

Hoffa glanced around and saw that there were no traces of other people on the rainy hunting ground, only the dark shadows of the trees in the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

The sky was extremely low, and the mountaintops in the distance were covered tightly with clouds. He felt like he was trapped in a huge egg shell.

Hoffa stood on the hunting ground, which was a bit depressingly empty and lonely, as if he was alone in the world.

There was a strange smell in the air. This smell reminded him of something. What was it? It was somewhere in the corner of his memory. Something important but forgotten, but he did not recall it.

"Let's go."

He took one last look at the teleportation array which was destroyed again and returned to the castle.

Returning to an empty classroom, Hoffa locked the door, took Indur out of his arms and placed it on the table.

Indra immediately asked: "Who did this? Do you have any clues?"

Hoffa shook his head.

To be honest, when he first saw those signs of destruction, his mind immediately thought of the future Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

After all, this guy is the mastermind behind every Harry Potter story, and those violent curses on the scene would be impossible to do without certain magical abilities.

But this suspicion soon became untenable because there was no motive.

Now is the time for Tom to keep a low profile and win favor everywhere. Hoffa feels that he has no reason to destroy the school's teleportation circle.

But if not Tom, who would it be?

The teleportation array was destroyed several times in a row and was never discovered. It must be someone inside the school.

Suddenly, Hoffa thought of the twinkling phantom he saw in the moonlight corridor last night.

Did it destroy the school's teleportation array?

Hoffa was thinking, while Indra moved around the table anxiously.

After thinking for a long time, Hoffa asked: "So, what are you going to do?"

Indra grimaced: "No, you have to take me to Principal Dippet quickly."

As soon as he spoke, the air gradually became colder.

Hoffa looked at Indra expressionlessly, his attitude self-evident.

He now feels that this goblin behaves like those scumbags in his previous life. I just have a meal, I just stay for one night, and I can’t get in... Hoffa has done the best he can, even

Risking being discovered by Aglaia.

Now Indra actually still insists on his original point of view, asking him to take him to find Armando Dippet.

Doesn't he know that he is only in the first grade?

In the first grade, even the big devil Tom Riddle was developing in a low-key manner. Allowing himself to go out and cause trouble at this time was simply courting death.

"You said that I only have eyes for myself." Hoffa's tone was very light, "But I feel that you did not consider me from my standpoint, Indra. There is a saying in the ancient East, which is that if you are poor, you can be alone, and if you are prosperous, you can benefit the world.

I am very poor now."

Indra was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.

Finally, he raised his head in embarrassment: "Can't you take me to find Dippet? Just look for him, I'm sure he won't fire you."

"I don't understand why you don't go by yourself."

Hoffa said dryly.

"call."

The black and white badger sat down on the stool and covered his face with his paws.

"I'm sorry, something happened before that made me afraid to meet Principal Dippet alone."

"What's up?"

Indra hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

"Forget it, you go back, I'll go by myself later. Thank you for your help, Hoffa."

This time, Hoffa didn't hesitate. He nodded.

"Take care of yourself, Indra."

Walking to the door, he opened the classroom door.

However, as soon as he opened the door, Hoffa was stunned because his way was blocked.

Standing at the door was an old man over fifty years old, with meticulous gray hair, wearing a blue robe, with his hands behind his back. He was his dean.

"Professor Gorshak......!?"

Hoffa trembled slightly and stood in front of Indra without leaving any trace. He had no idea why Gorshak appeared here. Shouldn't he cooperate with the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic to inspect Hogsmeade Village?
To be continued...