After being discharged from the hospital, Hoffa had one of his most amazing years at Hogwarts.

No one bothered him anymore, and it felt like the sudden collapse of the Soviet Union, a sudden ceasefire in the Middle East, and the sudden disappearance of the keyboard warriors of the universe.

The world is finally quiet.

Aglaia no longer stared at him, but she didn't talk to him anymore.

Instead, they walked around him every time they saw him, pretending not to see him. Sometimes she would talk and laugh at the other girls around the corner of the stairs. She would shut up when Hoffa passed by, and would not continue until he was far away.

Of course, Hoffa would also try to walk around her politely, as if there was an invisible 38th parallel between the two. He felt that as long as the other party could maintain this state, he would not mind fulfilling the other party's desire to be the boss.

December is quietly approaching, and the weather in the UK is getting colder and colder.

The sky was always a dazzling opaly, and the muddy field was covered with a glowing layer of frost one morning. The mountains surrounding the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning, the view outside the Ravenclaw Tower is whiter.

The classmates next to him unconsciously put on thick scarves and gloves. After class, they rubbed their hands together in the hallway, and a white mist came out.

Some of the older students bought a shape-shifting blue flame from Diagon Alley Post, which could be kept rubbed in the palm of their hand and the temperature could be adjusted freely.

But he had all of them, he had no flames, no scarf or gloves, and no one to take care of him when he came out of the orphanage. At that time, he thought that the winter clothes were too heavy, so he only carried a bag.

But now it seems that he is not thinking about it. The latitude of the United Kingdom is much higher than that of China, because the map is convenient for a while, but it is frozen when the weather is cold.

As we enter December, the weather is getting colder and colder. Thick, gray snowflakes fluttered in the sky, sealing every window, and the castle was much darker than usual during the day.

Luckily, one morning, Miranda's owl brought him two sweaters and scarves that Hoffa had bought back at a London clothing store.

This trip had exhausted Miranda's chestnut owl half to death, and Hoffa felt a little guilty and distressed. He wanted to feed the owl a little steaming pumpkin juice.

However, after throwing the clothes to Hoffa, the owl flew away on its own, not bothering Hoffa.

"Your owl has a lot of personality. ”

Hoffa said to Miranda with emotion.

"It's just not used to eating food from strangers. ”

Miranda said.

As he spoke, Professor Golak suddenly appeared at the Ravenclaw table. Miranda immediately lowered her head, she seemed very reluctant to confront her grandfather.

But Professor Goshawk just glanced at his granddaughter lightly, and then took out a list and asked the students to fill it out one by one.

It turned out to be a list of students who stayed in school for Christmas, and Hoffa naturally signed it without hesitation. If he doesn't stay in school, he will have to go back to the Wu orphanage in London.

He didn't want to go back, and to his surprise, Miranda also signed the list.

"Aren't you going home for the holidays? I mean, you must be a member of the wizarding family. ”

"yes. Miranda smiled, "But now only my grandfather and I are left in the family." ”

"What?"

Hoffa's mouth grew in surprise, he had never asked Miranda about her family. "Then your parents ......"

"They're all dead. ”

Miranda said calmly, and she smiled when she saw Hoffa's expression.

"Normal, isn't it? I dare say that a third of the students in this hall have family members who died in the world war. Besides, I was a kid when they died, so I had no impression at all. ”

Although she said this, Hoffa still felt quite guilty: "I'm sorry. ”

Miranda's words gave him a deeper insight into the world.

Third......

If he remembered correctly, the original father of this body, the Chinese, also died in World War I.

The Muggle War I ended in 1918, twenty years after that.

He is now 11 years old, so the father of this body did not die in the Muggle War.

Is he also a wizard, a Chinese wizard?

The conflict of wizards never ends.

Thinking of the slogan Hogsmeade had posted, Hoffa pondered.

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As the days passed, the wind and snow gradually became heavier. The windows of the castle were mostly closed, because they were blocked by snow, and the area on the windows was getting smaller and smaller.

Even when you look at it, the outside is all white, so white that you can't even distinguish between the grass and the black lake.

The castle in the snow made Hoffa feel insecure, and the image always gave him the immediate feeling of being on the set of The Shining.

Many students use their wands to transform snowdrifts into all sorts of strange shapes, and they even have snowman building competitions.

Among the first-year students, Aglaia used her wand to create a fat Welsh green dragon, which was more than ten meters tall and lifelike, attracting everyone's applause.

But Hoffa wasn't involved, and he just hurried through the hallway with a towel after class every day. Because there are all kinds of flying snowballs controlled by magic outside, like a snowy Iraq with artillery fire, if you are not careful, you will be accidentally injured by crazy classmates.

These days, apart from attending classes, Hoffa rarely goes out again, and even after buying a scarf and sweater, he still doesn't want to leave the crackling fire in the common room. Every day, he calculates the recipe for the mana recovery potion on paper.

Although he thought that maybe he would ask Aglaia himself now, she would most likely tell herself.

But Hoffa couldn't pull that face down.

On the second Sunday of December, Hoffa was studying potions in the common room, while Miranda sat cross-legged beside him and read a book.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door, and Aglaia, who was playing in the snow outside, appeared, hesitated at the door for a second, and then sat down opposite Hoffa and Miranda with an excited face.

She shook her hair, and the snow on her silver hair splashed Hoffa's face, and Hoffa quickly protected his parchment.

"Something big has happened, guess what?"

Aglaia excitedly said to Miranda, who deliberately amplified her voice.

"The Ministry of Magic made you a minister?"

Miranda flipped the page and smiled without looking up.

Speaking of which, the two of them actually have a good relationship, and they can joke casually.

In fact, Miranda has a good relationship with anyone.

"Of course not, I'm telling you, Charles Crouch went on a mission to the school and probably won't be back for a long time. ”

"Charles Crouch?"

Miranda turned another page of the book: "What Charles Crouch, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Seeker! Seeker!"

Aglaia excitedly propped herself up on the table with her elbows.

"Crouch is the Seeker for our House team, and when he's gone, won't it be my turn to play? and this tournament is very important, and the captain told me that if we can win Slytherin, we can make it to this year's Quidditch Final. ”

Hoffa took out his wand, tapped the stagnant water in front of him due to the melting snow, and muttered, "Waterproof and moisture-proof." ”

Suddenly, the snow was sucked away by the wand.

Miranda was still calmly turning the page.

"And then. ”

Aglaia looked unhappy: "Miranda, don't tell me that you don't go out to watch Quidditch matches." ”

Miranda muttered, "I didn't say I wasn't going." ”

"Huh. That's pretty much it. I'm telling you, as long as I can help the Academy win the Academy Cup, the official Seeker position next year will definitely be mine. Aglaia shook her fist with great momentum.

Miranda asked curiously, "What about Charles Crouch, why didn't he come to the game, or such an important game?"

"Who knows, the technology is outdated, or the school has other arrangements for him, it is possible. Aglaia said indifferently.

Then, as if she had just seen Hoffa beside Miranda, she cleared her throat and asked casually with her head held high.

"What about you?"

Hoffa reacted for a moment before she realized she was talking to herself, the only time they had communicated since they were discharged from the hospital a month ago.

"Uh, go. ”

The next second.

Outside the common room, there was another cry from a group of bear children, and Aglaia ran out again and went crazy.

After she left, Randa looked at him with a strange expression.

She touched her glasses.

"It's strange that she would ask you if you want to go. ”

Hoffa shrugged his shoulders and spread the parchment on the table.

"Who knows. ”

Miranda looked out the window and asked worriedly, "Do you really want to see it, the snow is so heavy?"

Hoffa sighed: "Otherwise, didn't you persuade me to come to the arena and cheer?"

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The next day, it was pitch black. Hoffa felt someone pushing him in the dark, and when he woke up, it turned out to be his roommate William. He changed into his dressing gown on the four-poster bed next door.

"Hurry up, Hoffa, it's early!"

Hoffa poked his head out and touched the alarm clock and looked at it, it was only half past six. Getting up at half past six in the winter is almost fatal.

He scolded Aglaia in his heart, regretted that he had eased relations with her, and turned over to go back to sleep.

But the roommates woke up, and they talked together. Fantasy about the pomp and circumstance that the first game of Ravenclaw might have.

It was hard for Hoffa to ignore them, so he rolled over and sat up. Yawning and changing clothes.

Pomp and circumstance? When the time comes, under the heavy snow, you probably won't even be able to see people clearly.

Inside the auditorium, Hoffa sat down at the table with a plate and yawned as he filled the pumpkin porridge.

At this time, there were still very few people in the auditorium.

After a while, a blue figure sat across from him.

It was Aglaia, who had changed into her bright blue robes and stared pale at a bowl of cereal.

She estimated that it was the first time she participated in an official competition, and she was still a little nervous.

"You also have today. Seeing that there was no one around, Hoffa drank porridge with a spoon and muttered, "I'm afraid I'll not go to watch it for fear of losing face." ”

"Shut up," she glared at Hoffa, "just see how I beat up Slytherin." ”

After saying that, she began to drink porridge.

Simple agitation. Hoffa thought to himself.

The other team members also took their seats one after another, and the tables of the four major colleges were all talking, and many people wearing banners and painting their faces were sitting at the tables. This shows how popular Quidditch is in this world.

After breakfast, a large number of students and teachers flocked out. The crowd gathered side by side on the field.

Hoffa's habit of putting Harry's perspective on his books in the past, and he also fantasized about flying in the center of the Quidditch arena and becoming the center of attention.

It's a pity that God doesn't fulfill people's wishes, and reality has played a joke on him. He had no Quidditch talent in his life. You can only experience the perspective of passers-by.

With a sharp whistle from the flight lesson instructor Pario.

The Quidditch players squeaked their feet out of knee-deep snow. They stepped on broomsticks and flew in the sky.

The crowd cheered, and the narrator impassionedly stated the strengths and weaknesses of each team.

The Seeker is generally light and agile, and is the fastest flyer on the team. Just as Hoffa had expected, there was a lot of snow in the sky. The average player can't see the shape clearly, let alone the smallest Seeker.

He had to discern carefully to see where Aglaia was, and many times as soon as he saw it, the figure disappeared immediately.

Hoffa had a habit of watching football in his previous life, and he knew about sports, but this thing was a hundred times more difficult to understand than football.

For example, football is a 2.5D game, with professional broadcasts and replays. It's like watching a LOL game, and all kinds of information and wonderful shots are clear at a glance.

But Quidditch, it's in 3D, and it's like watching a game of Overwatch, without commentary and replay, and it's amazing. It was often when the audience cheered that Hoffa realized what had happened.

But by the time he paid attention to it again, the wonderful shots were over.

Within a few minutes, Hoffa was dazzled. There were so many balls on the spot, all kinds of balls flying around, he didn't know that he should pay attention to the ball, and he couldn't get the cool point of this game.

Unfortunately, the golden streaks on the arm were hungry again, and it began to devour the magic.

Hoffa was a little speechless, so he stood up silently, walked out of the crowd of cheering students, and walked down the high stands.

The Quidditch match would not be over for a while, and he wanted to find a quiet place to meditate and recover.

Speaking of which, now that the number of times the golden tattoo absorbs magic is starting to gradually decrease, Hoffa doesn't know why.

After stepping out of the crowded arena, Hoffa suddenly felt relaxed. It's as easy as a fish returning to the ocean.

He stood in the white snow and stretched, thinking that as long as he didn't go far, he would meditate beside him. Wait until you hear the cheers and come back.

After half an hour of meditation, the mana devouring ended.

Hoffa shook the snow off his body, but just as he was about to return to the arena, he saw a familiar figure appear in the castle.

It was Joey, who walked down the castle in a rage. Behind him, followed by Professor Goshak.

Joey looked a little agitated, and he and Goshawk were talking loudly. With that, he kicked away the thick snow on the ground and strode out of the castle in a rage.