"Who are you?"

In the dark room, the candle light is shining, and the high accumulation of Millennium garbage is like a building block gear, slowly rotating.

Hoffa sat at one end of the long table, looking at his teacher with a strained body.

"Just call me Professor, Hoffa. You are my first student

Jacob slowly stood up from the seat, and his body was straight again. He became a different person, a handsome and elegant middle-aged man. He wore a purple grey robe, a black scarf, and his hair was carefully combed.

"People like us have to pass on their ideas even if they have to spend their whole lives. You can learn my magic, that you have the ability to change the world, I will not watch this school destroy you

Hoffa looked at him and didn't know what to say. Greendevo, Garrett greendevo, the first demon, turned out to be his own deformation teacher.

Rumor has it that he masterminded the Armenian genocide. Rumor has it that he masterminded the terrorist attacks in New York in 1926. There are rumors that he is the real culprit of the current Jewish wizard massacre. There are also rumors that this summer, he planned to bomb London.

After living in this world for three years, Hoffa was naturally influenced by this man's horror.

But when he came into contact with this man face to face, Hoffa didn't think he was a big devil.

He doesn't have the tyranny of Silby. His mental field is calm, precise and clear. It's like a smart businessman, even more like a scholar who has been practicing in a temple for many years.

"And Jacob Bohan?" Hoffa asked hoarsely.

"James Bohan?"

"He was killed by me. In fact, colluding with gulinger to smuggle drugs is a masterpiece of James Bohan. During the year when I took his place, I have to say that the British medical sector has been given a fairer and fairer opportunity for development," said the white haired Garrett

"Is that your plan?"

"Tell me about my plans."

"You're going to destroy Hogwarts and take control of the British wizarding world."

"I destroy Hogwarts and control England?" Grindworth laughed. "And after that? Go back and blow your own horn with those RACIST German lunatics? "

He shook his head: "no, it's not. Every corner of the world is the earth. What good is it for me to destroy it? "

"Then why do you want to turn students into animals?"

"Did I turn students into animals?"

Grindwall opened his hand: "I told you in the first class that what I'm good at is magic deformation. I use magic to attract the environment to change automatically. I'm not good at body deformation at all

"No, who else could you be?"

"Ah, let's not talk about it."

Grindevo leaned back comfortably on his chair and put his feet on the table: "in fact, I came to Hogwarts for the simple purpose of meeting my former teacher and saving my students in prison."

"I'm not in jail." Hoffa immediately denied it.

"Well, why do you have endless nightmares, why do you see things that others can't see again and again?"

Grindevo asked softly, "why do you feel lonely in the crowd, why do you always think differently from others?"

"I..."

Hoffa didn't speak, but his fear and strangeness disappeared. This gentle man seemed to be in the same state as he was, just chatting with himself.

After a pause, he lowered his head and looked at Hoffa in the dim yellow light without blinking: "to get a new experience, to expand the boundary of cognition, to pursue spiritual freedom, these are what you want, aren't they?"

Hoffa breathed out. Although he didn't want to admit it, at this moment, the huge identity almost engulfed him. He almost wanted to stand up and hug each other. It was a feeling Dumbledore never gave him, and Dumbledore never asked what he really wanted.

At this time, the black-and-white cat that Miranda became climbed up to Hoffa and tried to touch his hand with his paw, but he dodged it like an electric shock.

He saw which cat's Chestnut eyes, thought of first grade Miranda, stomach like sliding into a whole bucket of ice. For a moment, remorse, guilt, and self blame poured into the brain. Why does he have a sense of identity with this person?

he looks pale and raises his head, "so, those students... Are all under your control this year?"

"Why do you always habitually shift the responsibility to me?"

Grindworth sighed: "is it that you can clean yourself up and leave yourself a mask of justice and kindness? Please, aren't you tired of wearing this mask?"

"Then why did they..."

"Don't you know who made the students of Hogwarts what they are? Who deprived them of their pressure, who deprived them of their reality, let them have a false sense of security, false sense of hope.Who satisfies their stupid wishes and makes them lazy to face real problems any more? Who shows an omnipotent appearance, a just and powerful appearance, and makes others habitually rely on them

Hofferu was struck by lightning and he leaned heavily against his chair.

For a while, he murmured, "is it... Me?"

Greendevo: "it's not you. Now you are just an idol created by Dumbledore and Hogwarts. It's a false aura. The real you have been lost in this aura."

"The real me... The real me..." an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in my heart. His breath began to rush, and the sweat drops on his forehead and clenched fists revealed his inner fluctuations.

Grindevo: tell me, Hoffa, what is your real self like

Hoffa's teeth began to tremble. He tried to push his chair aside and stand up, but he couldn't.

Grindevo: you know better than me, Hoffa Bach. Ravenclaw, the most intelligent college, is also the most self college. Although you cover up very well, there is no doubt that the real you are tired of all this

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Hoffa's tone began to panic. Some buried in the bottom of my heart, the most hidden ideas were turned out by the man in front of me.

Grindevo looked at Hoffa with a smile:

"Dumbledore brings you hope, makes you brave and kind. But I say, in essence, you are not a kind person. Kindness is just a means for you to pursue the height of life.

You are a Ravenclaw, a radical, arrogant, narcissistic Ravenclaw. He is a Ravenclaw who pursues spiritual freedom and extreme ego. You never realize your darkness, that paranoia, arrogance, violence, cruelty, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

You are afraid to become classmates, that is because they represent the ordinary in your mind, the mediocrity in your heart. And you want to be great, to be great. What you hate is not them, what you hate is your ordinary self, such a mediocre self. "

Grindevo's words, like a sharp knife, completely tear open all the mask of Hoffa, let the real him exposed to the cold air, let him have no escape.

Grindevo stood up, drew out the elder's magic wand, waved it heavily, and the garbage around quickly reorganized. One side of crystal clear glass appeared on the garbage tower, and countless pictures flickered in the glass.

Summer vacation, he beat his boss in the hospital. He had a big fight in agraia, the underground base. He brutally smashed two prisoners' heads on the wall in Azkaban.

In those pictures, Hoffa sees his shadow hovering on the ground like a dragon.

He saw his shadow following Shylock on Christmas night, turning the whole dragon training team into an animal in the forbidden forest.

He saw his shadow following William on Christmas night to the prefect's bathroom, turning him into an animal.

He saw that on his miserable and frustrated night, his shadow turned into a terrible shadow, covered the whole castle and swept around it.

After watching this scene, the table in front of Hoffa completely turned into powder under the violent mental fluctuation.

He slumped back in his chair and looked at his hands. Completely lost his voice. At his feet, the colorful hovering shadow turns into the shape of a dragon. He looks at himself without blinking. His eyes go through dreams and reality, through reality and illusion, like monsters in the black deep sea.

Greendevo said coldly:

"you can't save the school, or even save anyone. All your intervention is to destroy the school. The weak hide behind you, because of your protection, and become more and more weak. They feel that you are speaking for them, defending their rights, so that they can live comfortably in the common room and become a lamb to be slaughtered. "

With that, grindevo took out a dragon egg from his chest and put it on the ground. He walked slowly to Hoffa's side and bent down:

"I'm not interested in killing people. It's boring. I'm keen to let people find their truth, which I think is the most precious thing in the world. "

With his words, Hoffa's black shadow becomes gorgeous in the blink of an eye. It stretches, extends and gradually covers the dragon egg.

That gorgeous dragon egg split a gap, two gaps, a creature slowly climbed out of the eggshell. It's so gorgeous, but at the same time it's so twisted.

At the moment when the dragon egg broke. Hoffa felt as if he had been torn apart. The nightmares that had been around him all along were pulled away.

Grindevo: "face who you are."

With these words, he patted Hoffa on the shoulder, passed him by, and left him without looking back.

Hoffa no longer had time to manage grindworth. He sat in his chair and watched the shadow drag long on the ground. The end of the shadow was tied to the twisted creature in the dragon's egg. One person and one dragon share the same shadow.

The strange and indescribable creature staggered to his feet. Like a toddler.And then he grew at an amazing rate. Almost in the blink of an eye, it became a newborn baby. The baby was crawling painfully on the ground, covered with mucus, and seemed to show extreme fear of the new world.

But soon, with countless beautiful faces like duckweed, flowing through his shadow.

the baby as like as two peas and a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit of a baby, he stood up, and his bones cracked, grew and became strong. Eventually, he became a gray, golden eyed boy, exactly like Hough's appearance, and even earrings on his ears.

It looked at eye Hoffa and stumbled towards him, like a reptile. As it climbed, it appeared its clothes, stood up and began to walk upright.

finally, as like as two peas, the same young man stood before Hough. He said, "Hey, trash, hello."