Agleia was surprised and angry by the disappearance of her friends. She was silent for about 30 seconds. Finally, she went over and grasped fatil's collar.

"Say, speak! What is the situation? "

"Spiritual dreams."

Fatil broke off her daughter's finger: "just now we were under the cover of a wizard's mental field, influenced by his spirit. The rest of the team, I'm afraid, has been assimilated by its spirit. "

"What do you mean?"

"When a wizard's spirit is strong to a certain extent, it can affect the surrounding environment, and even make your mind synchronize with it."

Fatil looked at the castle on the other side of the lake and murmured, "there are not many people with this kind of power."

Spiritual dream...

it suddenly occurred to agraia that he had been turned into a rabbit during his summer vacation. Now, all the students have been turned into animals.

Metamorphosis, Dragon...

she seems to feel something vaguely, but the feeling is very vague and not true at all.

After thinking for a moment, she asked, "what does this guy want? Why do you want to take the students and the Dragon away?"

"You ask me how I know, is it that person or me?"

With that, fatil went to the fire and quickly packed up his equipment and luggage, as if ready to go on the road.

"What are you doing?" Asked agraia.

"I'll get those students back at once." Fatil did not look up. "It's my responsibility."

"Take me with you." Said agraia at once.

Fatil, who was packing up his equipment, was stunned. He looked up at aglia and found that he was serious.

He shook his head: "you get out of here first. It's not something you can mix in. "

"Where am I going to get out of here? School? "

"Go home. Agraia, go home. "

Fatil looked around at the darkness and cut the railway: "let your mother send you to America and never go back to Europe."

"You've killed that heart."

Agraia refused, not wanting to.

Fatil was staring at her: "listen, don't be so stubborn, you can't be a child in this."

Children...

agleia was stunned, and the back of his fist suddenly showed blue tendons. There was a trace of sarcasm on her face:

"do you think it's dangerous to send me to a so-called safe place alone and then do it here by yourself? This tragic feeling makes you very happy?"

Fatil's expression was slightly startled.

Agraia: "you've been teaching at Hogwarts for two months, and you haven't said anything extra to me. Now my friends have been taken away. You're pretending to be a good father. What's on your mind? "

Fatil fought in silence.

"Oh, I see."

Aglia took his arm and said sarcastically, "you don't talk to me much, because you are afraid of causing other students' dissatisfaction and the destruction of your ideal stability, right?"

Fatil rubbed his temple, took a deep breath, and then sighed:

"you are a very clever witch, but Europe is not suitable for you now. In such a war-torn place, your little cleverness is useless. Be obedient, go home and let your mother take you to North America... "

" I'll remind you once. "

Agraia interrupted fatil directly: "I've only seen you twice. I've only been together for two months now, and I've said no more than 30 sentences in my life.

"So..."

the girl squinted.

"Don't tell me what to do with my life. I know how to live it."

It's dark in the forest. Under some open trees, there will be crackling drops of water falling from them, and it's cold in the neck.

For the first time in two months, the two men in the forest have really faced their closest relatives. But found that no one can convince anyone.

After a while, fatil murmured, "you are so much like your mother...

" don't play the emotional card for me. "

Agraia interrupted his father again.

"My idea is to write to the Ministry of magic or the school first. I think there must be a conspiracy behind the fire dragon and the lost students. We need human support."

"No

"There's no one I trust out there," fatil said dryly

"Unreasonable, I can't write to my mother?"

"No, she has nothing to do with it. Don't involve her."

Agraia: what about your plan

"There's no plan. I'll look for it. Although that guy affected your spirit just now, I left a beacon on my body at the moment of fighting. He can't escape my tracking.""Really?"

"You can choose not to believe it."

Agraia said, "it's very interesting, but if you don't ask for help, what should you do in case you can't fight? There are only two of us

Fatil: "if a wizard's spiritual power reaches such an extreme level, his body will be extremely weak. This is the way of heaven. As long as we find its body and destroy it, this mental field will naturally collapse. "

...

...

at this moment, in the castle, Hoffa is sitting in the middle of the ruined hall, looking at the bright and dim green flames above his head, and his golden eyes are as dark as dust.

Around him, countless men and women swing dancing carnival, carrying out young people's party, the voice is noisy and harsh.

He doesn't like this kind of indulgent entertainment, which makes him stressed and tired.

An unknown Gryffindor girl crowded up to him and handed him a glass of oak wine: "do you want to dance?"

Hoffa frowned in disgust. Then he took the wine and drank it with a stiff smile. The smile was like a mask on his face, hard and fragile.

"No, I have a partner." He said.

"Why, where is it?" Asked the girl.

"She went to the bathroom."

Hoffa prevaricated, "I'll be back in a moment."

"Cut." The girl turned her lips and stood up to leave.

After a while, another similar girl sat over and asked him, "do you dance..."

Before Hoffa could answer, William leaned over and put it on the girl's shoulder: "come on, man. When it's time to relax, just relax. Don't restrain yourself too much. Today, the headmaster and they are not here... Belch...

his make-up for Halloween is washed off or licked off. It doesn't look like people or ghosts.

Hoffa's face was slightly cold: "you had a good time."

William was stunned: "why don't you make yourself happy?"

He pushed away William and the girl, and walked out of the hall quickly in the confused eyes of the fanatic.

After walking out of the hall, the expression on his face quickly changed from smile to exhaustion.

He thought that he could change his mood through facial muscle contraction, so that he could integrate into the carnival of the students around him.

But it was in vain.

Under the mask, he felt a piercing loneliness.

Loneliness in the crowd.

He couldn't help thinking, is such a school what he once imagined?

He even doubted whether what he had done for the school was worth it.

Why, after getting used to magic, there is not much difference between here and an ordinary European middle school.

He wanted to find a place to read quietly. He wanted to talk to Miranda, and he even began to miss the days of adventure with aglia.

Although what agraia likes to do most is to make trouble for him, and what he likes most is to create a lot of trouble for him out of thin air, now he would rather go back to the first grade and compete with her in the potion class.

The brazier on the wall made his face bright and dark, and his shadow grew on the wall behind him. When he got to about the seventh floor, his depression was a little better.

At this time, a slight whisper came from his ear.

"Hum, pretentious..."

"who's talking?"

Hoffa was surprised. He looked around, but he didn't hear anything. The lady in the painting, after perceiving his eyes, consciously closed her mouth and looked at him curiously.

I don't know if it's because he drank too much in the hall. The corridor and magic stairs in front of him fluctuated like water lines. Some gorgeous colors flowed on the stairs, like Wanhua mirror. It was beautiful.

Hoffa rubbed his eyes, and the wave disappeared. He hastened to check his mind. Everything's normal. No faces.

"Drink too much..."

Hoffa muttered, "these damn guys."

Then, in the murmur of many oil paintings, he walked up the narrow bridge and came to Ravenclaw's eagle ring. The eagle ring spread its wings:

more important than life

more terrifying than death

the poor abandoned

the rich have been pursuing

the miser is willing to offer

but the spendthrift wants to keep

...

after the riddle of the eagle ring, he is in the same place Start waiting.

Hoffa is very difficult to solve this problem. The eagle ring has never asked such a difficult question. Generally speaking, the more unpopular the eagle ring is, the more difficult the question will be. Does Eagle ring not welcome himself at all?

he rubs his head and turns around on the narrow bridge, trying to figure out the answer to the riddle.More important than life

more terrifying than death

the poor abandon

the rich pursue all the time

the miser is willing to give

the spendthrift should keep

...

what is the riddle? Not at all.

He thought it would be nice if agraia were around now, she had never been baffled by any riddles.

Just when he couldn't understand, a faint question came from his side: "what's the matter with you? I can feel you're tangled. "

As soon as Hoffa turned around, he saw a teenager standing behind him, who had the same blue and blue robe as himself, black hair and black eyes. He looks ordinary.

"Can't you solve the riddle of Eagle ring?"

Asked the strange boy.

Hoffa looked at each other, thought for a long time, found that he had never seen each other, Ravenclaw had few people. If you have, you should have some impression.

"I can't guess."

Hoffa shook his head. "Do you know?"

"I don't know. I've always been stupid."

The boy said softly, "but speaking up, I prefer to go to parties downstairs, which will make me happier."

"Oh, well. Then you have a good time. "

Hoffa turned his head and continued to look at the eagle ring, guessing the answer to the unknown puzzle.

However, the young man reluctantly pasted it up and asked: "why?"

"What, why?"

"Why do I like to play with them and you don't?"

"I didn't say I didn't like it."

Huo FA casually perfunctory way: "I go back to the dormitory to get something."

"Do you want to cheat yourself?"

The boy said with a smile.

Hoffa suddenly turned his head and looked at him. How do you think this guy looks familiar? I seem to have seen him somewhere. But if you think about it seriously, you can't remember it.

"Who are you?" "I didn't see you at school," Hoffa asked

"Oh, my name is Drogen fall."

The boy held out his hand with a smile.

What kind of name? It's stupid and weird. Hoffa thought. He didn't want to shake hands with this strange guy, but wanted to go back to the common room.

"Why don't you shake my hand?"

The boy asked seriously.

Hoffa frowned. He had never seen such a poor guy. Can't you see that you are not in the mood to talk to him at this time?

Seeing the boy's stubborn hand hanging in the air, out of politeness, Hoffa forced his displeasure and shook him impatiently.

However, he wanted to pull his hand back, only to find that the palm of his hand was as if he had been imprisoned by a pair of pliers. He took another puff, and it's true that he didn't. His eyes suddenly dignified, he knows how powerful he is, even an adult Hercules is unlikely to pull himself so dead. This is absolutely not normal.

The stranger stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "I know what you're thinking. Don't you think those people are unruly?"

With that, his head moved away from Hoffa's head and his eyes were fixed on him.

"What do I think is none of your business?" Hoffa became more and more irritated.

"Of course it's none of my business." The strange boy said, "you are the spiritual support of our ordinary students, so I'll give you three minutes. In three minutes, I'll go down and play with my classmates."

Hoffa was startled, but then a pent up rage rose.

"Let go." He said.

Stranger: "go down."

Hoffa: what if I say no

The stranger raised his left hand and put up three sticks: "I'm doing it for you."

Hoffa: are you sick

The stranger's fingers became two: "you're right about that, but the answer is yes."

Hoffa's face was completely gloomy. He was out of place in the hall. Now he wanted to go back to the common room and meet some strange guy.

Stranger: "why do you pretend to be different from others? It will be painful for you."

Hoffa: "I won't say it a third time. Get out of here."

Strange youth slightly side head: "it seems that we can not use language communication." The voice of

as like as two peas fell down, and the strange teenager's expression was ruthless. His expression was exactly the same as when he first hit his boss in San Meng hospital.

He grabbed Hoffa's right arm and smashed him directly to the narrow bridge. The power was so huge that Hoffa felt that he was bitten by an adult fire dragon. He was thrown high like a Yo Yo, swung across the narrow bridge and fell directly to the narrow bridge.

This shocked him, because in the second of his hand, he completely lost the control of magic, and could not use any ability, such as ghost walking, human deformation and activation.The sense of weightlessness hit him. He was like a Muggle falling from a tall building, with the wind blowing in his ears and the fear of death in his heart. Everything was so real.

Just a second before he fell, he woke up in a cold sweat.

His heart beat like a giant drum, and his chest heaved violently. The secretion of adrenaline made his lips dry.

It turned out to be a nightmare. He didn't even know when he entered the dream.

There was still a noisy hall and a mess of banquets around him. He seemed to have gone a long way, but in fact he never left and sat in the hall.

There was still a wine glass in front of him. A Gryffindor girl took his shoulder and asked with a smile, "Hi, do you dance?"

The voice was so far away that Hoffa snatched the wine cup from the girl's hand and looked up and poured it down. He spilled more than half of the liquor, but he didn't taste it at all.

The girl thought he agreed to the request of dancing, so she took him by the arm with a smile and pulled him to the center of the hall.

Everyone around started clapping.

But just a few steps away, Hoffa stepped on a pool of liquor, fell to the ground, smashed a row of dishes, in a mess.

All around the students exclaimed, and then this exclamation into laughter.

"Bach's drunk."

"Hey, Hoffa, get up."

"Man, don't be so useless, ha ha."

Boys and girls came forward and tried to pull him up with all hands.

As soon as he got up, he had a tendency to slide down again.

He was overwhelmed by a great sense of fear. It was the fear of spiritual death, the fear of self loss. The fear made him almost unable to stand.

He pushed the palm of his hand aside and rushed out of the hall in a hurry to Dumbledore's office.

"Well, where are you going?" Cried William behind him.

"Let's go later."

But Hoffa did not answer, he must find Dumbledore.