The situation became extremely bad. Suddenly, Hoffa went from an ordinary student to an ordinary student who was warned by the school's senior officials.

If you do it again next time, you will be expelled.

The look in Gorshak's eyes was not joking with him, he would really do this. At this point, Hoffa had no room for resistance. He obtained the Disguise Curse and even obtained the high-level Ghost Walk, but he was weak

The facts have not changed.

At this moment, Hoffa realized that he was not a savior, and he had neither fame nor halo. He was only 11 years old, lacked accumulation, lacked strong capital, and lacked the power to truly break the rules.

Hoffa could use his toes to figure out who reported him. But the strange thing was that he was not angry, only numb. He couldn't hate Aglaia more. If she were a boy, he would be afraid

Hoffa would not even use magic, he would just go up and beat the opponent with his fists.

It's a pity that Hoffa suffered from the disadvantage of gender.

He could only accept the school's arrangements and regard it as an indispensable lesson.

The whole day, he sat in class expressionless, not communicating with anyone.

He is thinking about his future arrangements. First of all, he must complete all the tasks assigned by the school, eliminate the negative impact of the Hogsmeade incident on himself, and become a low-key ordinary student again. Secondly, he must not let anyone discover him again.

There are signs of violating school rules. All gray plans, whether exploring the school in violation of regulations or studying knowledge from banned books, should be put aside for the time being.

Be cautious.

Fired?

And Hoffa absolutely cannot let this happen. He is only 11 years old now and has no relatives on the European continent. He must temporarily depend on Hogwarts to survive.

At dinner in the evening, Hoffa returned to his normal state.

He started talking and laughing with the classmates around him, which was no different from usual days.

Halfway through dinner, a senior student came over and handed Hoffa a letter.

When I opened it, I found two pieces of parchment inside. The first one said:

[Every day at half past five, the gamekeeper will be waiting for you at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, hoping that you can discover your own shortcomings while working - Adebe Gorshak]

It is a letter of labor punishment.

This note was signed with a piece of parchment.

When he took it out and looked at it, Hoffa's heart dropped.

This is a scoring assessment sheet, which is used to sign and score the Forbidden Forest guards.

There are four ratings on it: excellent, good, average, and bad.

After the general column, it says (detention in school for observation)

And after the bad column, it says (dismissed)

Additional goals, honestly one month.

Hoffa sighed. This was his goal, but also his obstacle. He had to overcome it before he could talk about future development.

He looked at the time and saw that it was already five o'clock, only half an hour before the time marked on the letter. He gave up the plan to have dinner, took two chicken drumsticks from the table and put them in his pocket, and said goodbye to Miranda.

Leave in a hurry.

...

...

Outside the castle, a vague hairy moon has risen, the sky is very dark, and the breeze is blowing Hoffa's hair. The rain is still pattering, and the rain has wet his school robe.

There is much less rain at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. There are many tall trees growing here, and the air smells of rotting leaves.

As soon as he reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a large group of crows suddenly burst out from the dark forest. They flew croaking in front of the moon, as if they had seen something ominous.

The hunting ground was empty. Hoffa stood at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest and paused for a while. It was not until the crows stopped chirping that he saw a few scratches on the trees with the last sunlight.

【Joey Dago's House——Don't disturb anything】

Joey Dago?

It seems that this person is the current gamekeeper.

The only gamekeeper known to Hoffa was Rubeus Hagrid.

Hagrid will not come to Hogwarts for another two years, so there is no Hagrid's cabin here.

He had seen the current gamekeeper before. He was a one-eyed old man riding a horse. He was sent on the boat when school started and was responsible for posting various notices in the school, but Hoffa didn't recognize him at all.

Now that you've come, let's make peace with it.

Hoffa comforted himself in his heart.

"Fluorescence."

As he chanted softly, a burst of silver light illuminated the darkness.

Hoffa raised his wand high and pointed at a narrow path that gradually disappeared into the depths of the black forest. Looking into the Forbidden Forest, he could not see anything clearly.

Hoffa tightened his robe tightly and stepped into this familiar but unfamiliar forest.

He thought he would be able to see the gamekeeper named Joey Dargo if he kept walking along the path.

But as he walked, he felt something was wrong, because when he followed the path to an oak tree, the path under his feet divided into three forks, leading to different directions.

"What the fuck is going on..."

Hoffa muttered to himself. He took out the note Gorshak gave him and looked around. There was no map of the Forbidden Forest on it.

There was no way, the mission was the mission. He had to get to the gamekeeper before half past five, otherwise he would be late. He put away the note and walked to the three-way intersection and shouted several times.

"Mr. Dago?"

"Excuse me, are you here?"

The voice echoed in the empty forest, but no one answered.

Hoffa frowned, could he only choose one path? But there seemed to be no difference between these three paths.

He walked towards the oak tree in the center of the three intersections.

When Hoffa got closer, he discovered that there were some very simple but expressive patterns carved on the tree.

There are three pictures, corresponding to the three entrances.

On the left is a tower illuminated by lightning.

In the middle is a robed woman holding a scale.

The one on the right is a strange man hanging upside down from a tree.

Hoffa thought about it for a moment. He seemed to have seen these patterns in the school's divination textbooks, but he was not a person who was good at divination, and to be honest, he didn't believe in this stuff.

The obscure and indescribable sentence patterns of the divination class teacher were more like the ravings of a madman to him. He could understand every word taken apart, but he could not understand them when they were put together.

Faced with this weird intersection, Hoffa had no good solution.

He put away his wand, stood in front of the three forks, and touched the ground with his hand.

"You and me, you big fool, Snow White will marry him."

left.

Hoffa walked in along the path with the lightning tower pattern.

As soon as he stepped into this forest, his figure blurred for a few times and disappeared into the forbidden forest.

Fog engulfed the road.

Aware of the mist in the forest at night, Hoffa narrowed his eyes and raised his wand.

The silver light of the wand illuminated the surrounding roads. Hoffa saw that the wet path at his feet was covered with moss and colorful tiny fungi. Some unknown fluorescent bugs were flying in the darkness. Hoffa heard

With the sound, they dispersed one after another.

Not far along the road, a big tree hugged by two people appeared in the middle of the road again, firmly blocking Hoffa's direction.

"Depend on!"

Seeing that the way was blocked again, a trace of impatience welled up in Hoffa's heart.

What is going on here? Didn't you come to the Forbidden Forest to find a gamekeeper? Why are the roads either forked or blocked? Is there something wrong with the gamekeeper's mind?

In Hoffa's impression, the Hogwarts staff of this generation are quite normal, so how could they do such a nonsensical thing?

He walked to the middle tree angrily and tried to go around it from the side.

But after walking to the tree, he saw three identical engravings carved on the tree.

A tower illuminated by lightning.

A robed woman holding a scale.

A strange man hanging upside down from a tree.

Hoffa's impatient expression gradually turned cold. Things became a little abnormal.

There was a vague feeling of being spied on, and the fluorescent insects flying around slowly floated towards Hoffa, and their number began to increase.
To be continued...