"Schoolboy?"

Agraia didn't understand: "did you meet someone you know here?"

"I think so."

Hoffa answered as he walked.

"Eh!" Agraia was surprised. "Aren't you an orphan? Did you meet your long lost...

Hoffa patted her on the head and said, "shut up."

Small town, according to the tavern owner's words, Hoffa quickly out of the town. At the moment, the rain has been a lot less, drizzle into wandering fog, shrouded in the river outside the town.

Not far down the bank, Hoffa saw a small house that was crooked. The house is so crooked that it is a humble abode with super low configuration. There are piles of rubbish, weeds and a huge iron chimney at the top of the house.

There was no light in the room. It stands in the dead wood forest, the surrounding trees seem to have experienced a fire, not a leaf, trunk burnt black.

It's lifeless.

The wild dogs on the side of the road are aware of the steps of the people coming. They stop looking for the garbage and stare at the direction of the sound with green eyes.

When the thin figure appeared, the wild dog immediately scattered to the grass.

Agraia stroked a burned tree trunk beside him and asked in disbelief, "how can anyone live in such a place..."

"Do you think everyone lives in a castle?"

Hoffa replied faintly.

"Hey, how do you talk?" Agraia gave him an unhappy thump.

Hoffa didn't answer. He stepped to the door of the hut and knocked a little. No one answered.

Waiting for a moment, he slightly increased the strength of knocking on the door, Dong Dong!

Still did not respond, he tiptoed from the window to see one eye, inside the dark, nothing to see.

Agraia asked curiously, "is there any mistake? Who are you looking for?"

"Do you know ruber Hagrid?"

"What the hell, Hagrid... Wait a minute."

Agraia was stunned: "did you say Hagrid?"

"Why?"

"Norbert Hagrid?"

"You know."

"Well, he's a famous alchemist. I read his article in wizard magazine a few years ago, but he has disappeared for many years. I didn't expect to live in such a place. "

Alchemist? Hagrid's father is an alchemist.

Hoffa thought about it carefully and found that the only alchemist he knew was Nick lemme. Although I haven't met myself, I think this kind of people should not be short of money. How can they live in such a place.

Just as he was thinking about it, aglia suddenly stabbed him.

"Do you smell it?"

Hoffa sniffed, just did not pay attention to, agraia reminded him to smell carefully, sure enough, in the wet rain and soil mixed with a smell of blood.

The smell came from the room. As soon as his face changed, he pushed the door, which was pushed open easily. It's not locked.

In the dark room, aglia raised his wand: "fluorescent dance."

Light spots flew out of her wand and lit up the house.

The terrible scene did not appear. There was only chicken feathers on the ground, and the smell of blood came from some dead chickens on the ground.

The poultry had just been slaughtered and plucked. They were probably ready to be cooked, but the owner went out.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, accusing himself of being too sensitive.

But by this moment, he also saw the living environment of his childhood Hagrid. The room was full of ragged furniture, two rows of fluffy sofas with spring exposed, an old armchair, a rickety table and worn-out parchment. A few candles were burning on the table.

The ground was dripping with rain from the roof, and there were some strange crow masks on the walls.

Pick up a piece of parchment and look at it. It's full of incomprehensible words, like German.

After putting down the parchment and looking around for a week, Hoffa's eyes were attracted by a wooden box by the fireplace.

There is no other reason. There is an egg in the weed in the wooden box, which is as big as an ostrich's egg.

When he saw this thing, Hoffa first thought of the Thunderbird egg that Talas spit out two years ago, which is about the same size as it.

But it's not gray like the eggs of Thunderbirds or other creatures.

Its color is very strange. It has no fixed color at all. Under the fluorescent light, it slowly changes its color again, as if there is a rainbow flowing on it.

Hoffa's brain tried to find out the meaning of the color, but found that it was beyond his past cognitive level.

Not only that, standing beside it, Hoffa seemed to feel the emotion of the egg, which was a kind of hunger.

What is this?He frowned and walked slowly to the gorgeous egg. He bent down and wanted to have a closer look.

As soon as he bent down, Hoffa felt that something was flowing into the egg. Then, the colorful color on the egg quickly flowed and reorganized, and a pair of pale gold eyes appeared on the surface of the egg.

Hoffa looked at it.

It looks at Hoffa, too.

It's like looking in a mirror.

Around the eyes grew a head, each with a different look, they opened their mouths and began to speak.

Silent, but direct to the depths of the spirit.

(we, unprecedented...)

(we, implement all things...)

(we, are one)

suddenly, a black path appears in Hoffa's spiritual world, as if he can walk directly as long as he wants to...

meditation works automatically, and a stabbing pain comes from the deep brain, like a knife cut. The black path disappears.

This time, Hoffa got goose bumps all over his body. He quickly got up and stepped back and hit aglia.

Agraia held up Hoffa with his wand and asked, "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Hoffa looked at the egg with a lingering fear. The face on the egg had disappeared, but just now he clearly felt that it was swallowing its own magic.

"What's that?" He immediately asked agraia, whose knowledge was so profound that Hoffa thought she would have an answer.

Agraia shrugged and replied, "eggs, ostrich eggs and rhinoceros eggs are all possible. If you look at this size."

Hoffa: are you kidding? Ostrich eggs change color

"Discoloration?" Agraia glared back at Hoffa. "What are you talking about, isn't it a gray egg?"

There was silence around him. Hoffa looked at aglia. For a while, he swallowed his saliva. "You say, this thing is gray."

"Well."

Hoffa looked at the egg carefully, and there was no doubt that there was a beautiful color flowing on its surface. Is it your own eye or agraia's eye?

"But what I see is color." He murmured.

"True or false?" There was a curious light in aglea's eyes. "It's as mysterious as you said. It doesn't change color at all."

As she spoke, she tried to touch the egg.

But just then, bursts of crying came from a distance. Agraia immediately retracted his hand. I saw a tall figure and a small figure appeared in the rainy night outside the door. The small figure was angrily scolding the tall figure.

"Fool, can't you buy a drink?" (tons of drinking)

"I... I didn't know... Would be...

" what do you know? Said, "did you take it to buy snacks?" (tons)

"no... no... the money has been stolen."

"Waste!" The man jumped up and slapped the boy on the head, "who robbed him?"

"A... A guy with grey hair and golden eyes." Said Rupert Hagrid, covering his head.

"Fool, you are blind, no one looks like that..."

the small figure closed his mouth, because he found that the door of his house was open, and the guy with gray hair and golden eyes was looking at himself in the room.

He stopped beating and scolding his son, and the two sides stood in the pale fog and looked at each other for a few seconds.

The short man and the tall boy formed a very strong contrast. If only looking at the silhouette, Hoffa would even confuse their identities. But he knew that the short wizard should be Hagrid's father, a fierce warrior who was even a giant.

However, the current situation is not a good time to interview and chat. In the wizard's body, Hoffa noticed an extremely unstable mental field.

Suddenly, the short man smashed out the bottle and pulled out his wand without saying a word.

"Faint to the ground!"

The red light came, and Hoffa had been on guard for a long time. He raised his hand as a shield curse and smashed the wine bottle.

He turned and picked up agraia, and immediately fled into the ghost walk. The coma spell penetrates the empty shadow of Hoffa and has no effect.

The short man didn't mean to negotiate. He jumped into the house and waved his wand.

"All petrified!"

"To pieces!"

"There are many obstacles!"

Magic surged in the air, and the house was blown up in a mess. In the distance, Rupert Hagrid was frightened. He rushed up and hugged Norbert Hagrid's arm: "father... Father..."

"get out of the way, stupid man in the way!"

He smashed his elbow into his son's belly and continued to wave his wand.However, he waved his hand down, but it was empty.

With a crooked wrist, his wand was taken away and thrown on the ground.

As Hoffa walked through the ghost, aglia pointed his wand at Norbert Hagrid's head and said triumphantly, "don't move!"

In less than five seconds, the conflict was over. At this time, Hoffa saw the man's real face. He is almost the future Hagrid of the low configuration.

He is slightly fat, with brown eyes and almost no white eyes. His hair was as messy as a beggar's, he was wearing a fur coat of unknown creatures, and he smelled of alcohol and the stench of not taking a bath for a long time.

"Who are you?"

With agleia's wand against his head, Norbert leaned back on the table. His voice trembled: "who sent you? I've quit. It's none of your business!"

Hoffa did not understand: "what are you talking about?"

The dirty dwarf, holding the table, slowly retreated to the front of the egg in the fireplace, as if trying to hide something.

"What's that?"

Hoffa asked curiously.

"Nothing. The short man picked up a frying spoon and waved it at Hoffa:" I warn you, don't come here. I won't give the research results to anyone. You're dead

"... all right."

Hoffa shrugged speechlessly, thinking what's wrong with this guy. For fear that others don't know what they are studying?

But Hoffa didn't want to take care of all this. He said rationally, "I'm here to pay back the money. By the way, I'll ask the way. I only smell blood when I enter your house. I'm afraid what's going on in your house. Can you believe that? "

"Really?"

The man still pointed his spoon at Hoffa.

"Really."

"What does the smell of blood have to do with you? I didn't steal, I didn't rob

Men are rather fierce.

"It doesn't matter. I just saw your son."

Hoffa pointed to Hagrid in a daze: "I took his money by accident. It's so simple."

Norbert looked at Hagrid, spit on him, and twisted his face: "trash... Trash!"

He was almost morbidly excited.

When Hoffa saw this scene, his brain suddenly split like an axe, and two voices appeared at the same time. One said, tube one tube, and the other said rationally, it has nothing to do with you.

It's very strange. It has never appeared before, but it's so natural, as if it was born like this...

however, at this time, aglia said angrily, "do you have such a father?"

"Do you care?" Norbert suddenly looked at him and growled, "how can I manage my son? Can you manage it? He messed up his job. Can you handle it? "

Agraia took out a gold gallon, put it on the table, and said, "well, I've returned the money to you. Is it from the result that you've made money instead?"

Norbert stopped talking. He had one eye on agraia and one eye on Hoffa.

"We'll pay you back. We don't owe you anything. But you'd better be nice to your child, or you'll regret the moment he runs away. " With that, agraia came to Hoffa.

"Let's go."

Hoffa didn't move, still facing Norbert Hagrid.

"Let's go." Agraia reminded him.

"Is that the dragon egg behind you?" Hoffa suddenly asked Norbert.

"Not yet!"

The man let out a short scream. He seemed to be crazy. Trembling, he raised his spoon and pointed back and forth to Hoffa and aglea: "he said you're not... He said you're not!! Don't think about it. Don't think about getting anything from me anymore. Anything

Then he picked up the strange egg and rushed to the place where the wand was thrown.

Hoffa had expected that he raised his hand, and several stone hands appeared on the ground, holding down his wand.

Unexpectedly, the crazy man suddenly turned around, shot in vain, holding the egg with strange color, and ran away.

He broke through Hoffa and ruber Hagrid, who was standing in the same place. With a crack, the phantom disappeared into the fog. He left his wand and his son in the shabby room.

Looking at the man in the fog, Hoffa and agleia were dumbfounded.

"This... What's the situation?"

"Are we that terrible?" he murmured