In the dark responsive house, a person and a cat look at each other in the air.

This was the third time Hoffa had seen the strange cat. The first time was in the bathroom and the second time in the lounge. This time, it turned out to be in the Room of Need.

He didn't think it was some kind of accident, he stood there and looked at the cat. The cat also tilted its head and looked at Hoffa.

Hoffa slowly crouched down, and the black and white cat raised its paws. Hoffa held out his hand, and the cat placed its paw on his hand, then rubbed his little furry head against his palm.

He felt a hint of warmth.

It is a rational, autonomous, and feminine creature. And the only creature willing to approach him right now.

It's just that he looked at the cat's chestnut eyes, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his heart.

"Miranda.....?"

He shouted softly.

Then he was startled by this soft call, he was proficient in transfiguration, and of course he knew if the cat in front of him was a real cat.

This is not the Animagus, the Animagus only changed the biological structure, not the essence, but the cat in front of him is essentially a cat.

Why did you recognize a cat as Miranda?

The cat retracted its paws, jumped high, and began to walk quickly on the abandoned garbage heap.

Hoffa followed it without hesitation, and whenever it turned, the black and white cat would stop and wait for Hoffa for a moment.

In the castle, a decadent boy follows a black and white cat,

They walked through corridors of dilapidated furniture, climbed hills of hundreds of dried potion bottles, and walked past cemeteries of rusted knives, axes, and halberds.

Eventually, they came to a corner between a dilapidated cabinet and a tall mountain monster specimen.

The black and white cat glanced at him, deftly squeezed through the gap, and disappeared into the cabinet.

Hoffa followed behind it, opened the door, and stooped inside.

Despite the inner loss, low, decadence. But when he looked through the cabinet, he was still deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

The vaulted hall with a height of 100 meters, surrounded by all kinds of garbage, has an open space of nearly 100 square meters.

In the clearing, all kinds of dense animals crowded around, making strange shouts.

Voles, Tasmanian devils, cobras, parrots, horses, goats, snub-nosed monkeys......

There are almost more than a hundred animals of all kinds.

Reasonable, unreasonable, tropical, cold, all kinds of messy animals, it's like a large zoo has moved here.

The black and white cat jumped twice in a row and squatted on his shoulder. Meowed, as if a sigh was issued.

A vole spotted Hoffa as he came in and let out a frightened cry. The cry was like pressing the off button on the volume, and the sound in the entire hall stopped.

The animals stared at Hoffa with fear and horror in their eyes.

The image was so impactful that Hoffa forgot to breathe for a while.

What the hell is this place?

At this moment, there was a crisp bang in the distance.

Hofa was startled and hid behind the Roman column with the black and white cat.

The door opened.

A wizard in black robes appears, with a group of house-elves. It turned out to be his own Transfiguration teacher, Jacob Bohan.

The house-elves followed him, each with a wood blue on top of their head, filled with all kinds of food.

Some animals revert to their normal chirping routine as soon as they see a house-elf. One by one, they rushed forward and surrounded the house-elves.

The house-elves took off the baskets and fed them one by one. Jacob Bohan was among them, helping with the feeding.

Such an absurd and strange scene made Hoffa's scalp tingle, and he remembered that when he first met Jacob Bohan, his room was full of animals.

The cat whispered over his shoulder, and its cry was very muffled.

Hoffa picked up the cat again and checked it, it was a female cat. And it resists Hoffa's action of checking its gender.

This seemingly cute gesture amplified Hoffa's fear again, and he remembered the missing student outside, and his missing roommate.

A sense of confusion welled up in his heart, accompanied by great anger.

If the cat is Miranda and you are powerless to turn her back, or if Miranda has essentially become a cat......

The thought made his arms tremble.

How so.

It's almost like murder.

He trembled and ran his hand over the cat's coat, barely standing on his feet.

He didn't know what advanced Transfiguration it would take to do this, but the only possible murderer. It must have been Jacob Bohan in front of him. The man he didn't know anything about.

Calm down.....

Calm down.....

Hoffa took two deep breaths and held the cat's arm to stop shaking. He repeatedly warned himself that the cat was not Miranda.

But he thought of Aglaia, who was turned into a rabbit during the summer vacation.

That time, I wasn't able to completely undo the deformation.

And this time.....

He pinched himself hard.

Stop yourself from trembling.

He had to get out of here and tell anyone about it.

......

"Yo, you're here. ”

As soon as he opened his legs, the soft shouts beside him sent Hofa to hell. He turned his head mechanically.

Jacob Bohan came to him at some point and greeted him with a smile. It was as calm and calm as a neighbor who was feeding pigeons in the square.

Ha!!

The cat on Hoffa's shoulders arched her waist and her fur exploded.

Exactly the same as when a real cat is frightened.

Hoffa took a step back, then took a step back, leaning against the wall. Cold sweat:

"What are these?"

"Animals, do you like it?" said Jacob.

"Animals?"

Hoffa repressed: "There are so many students missing outside, you feed so many animals here, does Dumbledore know what you're doing?"

Jacob Bohan patted Hoffa on the shoulder. He shook his head again. With a very headache on his face, he sighed.

"I know what you're thinking, but it's a serious charge, Hoffa, and I'm just taking care of them. ”

With that, he snapped his fingers.

The whole Room of Requirement felt like it was alive.

A broken table flew out of the mountain of garbage, and the table flew to the ground, followed by several worn-out chairs, cups, and tablecloths from the furniture.

The cups and tablecloths flew in front of the house-elves, who sat down with the animals, took out the tissues one by one, wiped the dirty cups and plates, and put them on the table.

Their movements are uniform, rhythmic and beautiful. It seems to be a rich assembly line in a factory, and there is no self-awareness.

In a short time, a long, neatly polished table appeared in front of Hoffa and Jacob.

Jacob Bowham stepped back, pulled back the table and chair, and motioned for Hoffa to sit down.

Hoffa didn't know what medicine was sold in the other party's gourd, but he had no choice.

The two sat still, and the black and white cat jumped onto the table, and with Hoffa, stared at the wizard without blinking.

A group of house-elves cleverly placed some food in front of Hoffa.

Jacob said with some distress, "Eat a little, look at your skinny." It's a fight with Fatil. ”

Hoffa pinched the fork, and he pretended to be calm, but the slightly trembling fork betrayed the uneasiness in his heart.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't eat you. ”

Jacob waved his hand, "By the way, you came to me before and said you wanted to learn how to cast spells without a wand, right?" ”

"Not bad. ”

"Why didn't you come to me later, and you didn't see you say anything to me during class. Is it because of the conflict with Sherlock?"

Hoffa forked the bread with a fork, but the fork shattered the plate. He couldn't control his strength.

"What does it have to do with these animals?" asked Hoffa.

"Oh, let's talk about it, I'm still curious about you. ”

The man stared at Hoffa without blinking.

"I heard you went to find Dumbledore last night?"

"How do you know. ”

"Of course I know that Dumbledore can't teach you to cast spells without a wand, he'll only use you when he needs you, right?"

Hofa looked up like a lightning strike, and he saw the man leaning back in his chair with his arms folded, looking at him playfully:

"He's not a good teacher, Hoffa. Albus Dumbledore would have been a good leader, the leader of a pack of lions.

But definitely not a good teacher. A good teacher should put the feelings of his students first. ”

The air gradually quieted down, and some unknown emotions began to ferment, and Hoffa straightened up, his body tense like a statue.

The black-robed wizard tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes sharpened like a falcon:

"Why didn't you come to me after that?"

Hoffa: "Because I didn't live up to your requirements." ”

"Haha, that's right. ”

His expression suddenly changed from dangerous to friendly:

"Actually, no, I never thought of not teaching you, you met my requirements two years ago.

I just think maybe you'll need some more hone before you're worthy of the ability to cast spells without a wand.

You relied too much on Dumbledore before, and you relied too much on this school. How can a Ravenclaw, who relies on Gryffindor, abandon the casting of his wand? I can't think of an answer. ”

After a pause, he crossed his fingers:

"But now, I think you've almost been tempered. ”

"Yes. The iron fork was bent into three pieces at Hoffa's fingertips, and he looked at the black and white cat on the table, "What have you done to my friend?"

"Can you let me finish the lesson, Hoffa. ”

Jacob lifted a finger, and the fork that had been bent into three by Hoffa returned to normal.

"You still have to maintain a minimum of respect for your teachers. ”

Hoffa looked at each other with an extremely pale face, and did not speak.

"Do you want to learn to cast spells without a wand?"

The man asked, "Do you want to be truly independent?"

"Yes. Hoffa's voice almost squeezed out between his teeth.

"Good. ”

The man began to talk eloquently, ignoring Hoffa's already murderous eyes.

"Wandless casters and wandless casters are two systems. There's wand casting, it's using a wand to deal with spells, I call it a rational process, it's syllables, it's action, it's tough control.

This kind of control seems to be a very active way to do something, but it is actually a passive acceptance of the rules of magic. Like a clumsy boy pursuing a proud girl, with good luck, maybe it will take a long time to get her heart, and bad luck, maybe he tries for many years but gets nothing.

And wandless casting, I prefer to call it an emotional process. Touch magic, learn about magic, and hug and kiss magic. If you can, it doesn't matter if you're in love with it.

Attracting magic to bloom for you is more useful than any rigid rational study. If magic is willing to be with you and do anything for you, then you don't need those pointless processes of control. ”

As he spoke, the mountains of garbage around him flowed like a river, as if they had a life of their own. They divide and merge with each other, reorganize, and stack on top of each other from a state of complete disorder, forming towering corridors that intersperse with each other to form high-rise buildings that resemble a city.

Hoffa looked at the thousand-year-old garbage flying in the sky, the worn-out potions bottle, the rusty sword, the wolf frisbee.

The other party is like a magnet, attracting different things to dance around him, what a powerful spiritual force field.

He twitched up and down for a moment, understanding why the other man was saying that to himself.

I'm afraid of the whole school, only I can understand what he is saying. Because of his broken grip, he also attracts the elements to change for himself, using the spiritual force field to change the environment.

It turns out that he is actually only separated from the wandless spell by a layer of window paper, and he has already learned wandless spell casting with a teacher in the first grade.

And this teacher, who has never been in a certain face, is sitting in front of him now.

"How did you do it. Hoffa asked with his eyes closed.

"Faith. ”

The man held up a finger:

"Living in this world with the attitude of 100% changing the world, you can mobilize the power of this world like an arm. ”

Hoffa's palms clenched under the table.

Finally, he opened his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"