He did not hesitate to enter a meditative state, and at this moment, his sea of consciousness had turned into a colorful ocean, which was a sea of countless faces of various colors.

They roared, wailed, and twisted with rage in Hoffa's spiritual world.

His sense of self has become an island in the ocean.

The scene almost made him faint.

Last time, he was swallowed by this inexplicable will, and when he quarreled with Aglaia, he was still aware of it.

But this time, he was swallowed by this will almost without realizing it, and the cause was almost unknown.

There is no doubt that if it weren't for the smoking teenager who grabbed him, he would have lost his sense of self and become the walking dead driven by these strange faces.

The magic power of his whole body, even his life, was transformed into the charged magic of the Thunderbird, and after an unknown amount of confrontation, he barely cleared the terrible will in his brain.

By the time he woke up, it was completely dark.

The boy in the plaid shirt sat on the table in the carriage, a pile of cigarette butts scattered on the floor, and the choking smell in the air was almost suffocating.

Hoffa coughed a few times, his face pale as paper. Although he was grateful that the other party had pulled him at the last second when he lost his sense of self, the smell was too choking.

"Have you ever seen a fool?" asked the boy as he flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said to himself.

"Foolish?" Hoffa immediately asked, "The egg?"

"Eggs, what eggs, stupidity is stupidity. ”

"What do you mean, can you make it clear?"

"Clearly? The thin bamboo pole boy spat out a puff of smoke and blew it on Hoffa's face: "If you insist on explaining, stupidity is a spiritual force, a message, a symbol, which exists in the world, but has no substance, and long-term contact will eliminate and assimilate the existence of the self. ”

Then, he sneered: "It's really yours, I've seen that the fool hasn't been assimilated yet, how long have you been holding on?"

"What do you mean? I don't quite understand. "What are you talking about?"

"There are many kinds of symbols in this world, and when the personality of a powerful wizard or wizard group spreads to the extreme, it will form a symbol that will destroy other personalities. This symbol will persist even after the wizard's death. Do you understand?"

When he said it on the phone, he didn't understand it at all. After thinking about it for a long time, he only asked one sentence:

"Am I sick?"

"It's understandable. ”

"And how can this disease be cured?"

"There is no cure. ”

There is no cure! Hoffa was startled and didn't say anything for a long time.

Smoking man: "Either become a symbol yourself, or become someone else's branch of the symbol, this is the fate of wizards in this world, no one can escape." ”

The boy took a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and spit deeply.

"Just like each of us is going to die, early death and late death are deaths. ”

He shook his head and shrugged, jumping off the table: "The train has arrived, if you still want to catch the banquet, go and change your clothes." ”

With that, he walked out of the carriage.

Hoffa got up with a spirit, "Hey, what's your name?"

But the man did not answer, and by the time Hoffa chased him out of the carriage, he was gone, leaving only a trampled cigarette butt on the ground.

What a mysterious guy...... Hoffa sighed, looked out the window, and pondered the different moments of the two encroachments on his consciousness, which he found to be hidden, but only if the stability of the surrounding environment was destroyed.

Last time it was Hagrid, and this time it was the senior girl named Sherlock. It was as if this spiritual force was forcing Hoffa to prevent him from making any changes......

The train had stopped, the torrential rain had turned into a drizzle, and the students were getting off the train one after another.

Whatever the foolishness and symbols of that boy's mouth were, he had to hurry back to Hogwarts. Maybe he could find the answer in the library, maybe Dumbledore would have a way.

Hoffa looked at his watch, did not dare to hesitate, and quickly ran to his original car.

By the time he returned to his car, it was empty, and his luggage and backpack were nowhere to be seen. It may have been carried away by a house elf.

Hoffa looked at the ordinary Muggle clothes on his body, and secretly said that it was too abrupt, if he couldn't change his clothes in the carriage and wait until he went to school, wouldn't it be too abrupt, could everyone else wear school robes and shirts himself......

Just as he was secretly annoyed, a faint reproachful voice sounded behind him: "You've been on the toilet long enough." ”

As soon as he turned around, in the open carriage door across the hallway, Aglaia sat in a chair in a blue-black school robe, holding his clothes, her blue eyes shining in the darkness.

"I thought you fell into the toilet. ”

With that, she handed over the clothes.

The other party actually waited for himself here, God knows how long he waited, looking at the school robe in the corridor, Huo Fa felt a little uncomfortable, just a few hours ago, he also had the idea of never wanting to see each other again.

He silently took the school robe, closed the door, and put it on.

After dressing, he opened the door: "Thank you for your help." ”

"Shemanda is alright," Aglaia said lightly, turning her head to the side, "she asked me to wait for you here." ”

"What about your cousin?" asked Hoffa.

"Gone, with Miranda. ”

The two stepped off the train and came to the school platform.

At this moment, the large army is in front, already far away from them. The rain was pouring in the sky, and a group of first-year freshmen could be seen in the distance struggling to hold a ferry ceremony on the rough black lake.

Aglaia drew her wand, and with a slight flick, her wand elongated, spreading out at the top and turning into an umbrella.

"Nice Transfiguration. Hoffa sighed heartily.

"Offering ugliness. ”

Maybe it's a little bit of a long wait, maybe it's a resentment for Hoffa for leaving them behind, maybe it's the last embarrassment of the summer vacation that hasn't passed, in short, her words have become very few.

Hoffa took the umbrella, and although Aglaia was still a centimeter taller than him based on his current height, he still took the umbrella, and the two chased after the large force in front of them.

The rain crackled on the umbrella, but other than that, there was no other sound. The silence of the babbling companion made Hoffa feel a little uncomfortable.

He remembered when he was in first grade, this guy could talk for an hour to show off a potion of potions.

"How did you spend your summer vacation after that day?"

Hoffa broke the silence.

"Not much, eating, getting up, sleeping. ”

She said lightly.

"Did your mother embarrass you later?"

"No, she's my mom. Aglaia said.

Hofa didn't answer this, he was silent for a moment and then asked directly, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Aglaia glanced at Hoffa: "Isn't it that you, like Miranda, want me not to come to school." ”

Huo Fa was struck by lightning, and he suddenly realized that this girl was not as big as she seemed on weekdays. He immediately wanted to deny it, but the second he hesitated had already caused Aglaia to turn her head.

After that, the two did not have any superfluous communication, just walked.

.....

......

Arriving at the main entrance of the school, a group of diminutive first-year wizards stood in the midst of the rain, and above them, there was a transparent shield with a silver phoenix to block the rain.

Dumbledore, the current Headmaster and Headmaster of Ravenclaw, was standing on the stone steps, giving a pre-admission lecture to the young wizards. He wore a sophisticated velvet coat, the tail of which fluttered slowly in the rain without getting a little rain.

Behind him, stood the prefects of the four major academies.

Walking up the steps, Hoffa saw Aglaia's cousin, the Ravenclaw prefect, staring at him and Aglaia, frowning slightly.

He handed back the wand into an umbrella, and Aglaia took it, and without saying a word, turned and walked up the stairs, past his cousin, and disappeared into the castle.

Hoffa was a little uncomfortable, he hesitated for a moment, and after putting some distance between him and her, he walked up the stairs. It was only before entering the corridor that Dumbledore interrupted his lecture to the freshmen:

"Wait a minute, Bach, I've got something to do with you. ”

Hoffa stood still: "What's the matter?" ”

Dumbledore walked over to Hoffa and bent down, "This year I would like you to read out the school's new arrangements for the year after the sorting ceremony. ”

"What......?" said Hoffa, taken aback.

Dumbledore whispered, "You can see the state of the school this year, it's very sluggish. These new students need a little hope, a little encouragement. There's no one better to give a presentation than you, and you know, many of these students come to school because of your influence last year. ”

Hoffa couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "It's okay, don't be nervous, I've typed the manuscript, you just need to read it, of course, if you want to play a little free, that's fine." ”

With that, he couldn't help but stuff a piece of parchment into Hoffa's arms.

Hofa looked at the parchment with a pale face, and the words on it were as dense as tadpoles, which made his scalp tingle, and he took the parchment into his arms, and his heart sank.

For an introverted and lazy person like him, giving a speech is really life-threatening.

After Dumbledore had left Hoffa by his side, he continued to stand in front of the new students and said, "...... Anyway, the rules aren't that strict this year, but I hope that in the little free time you have, you can find your own sense of belonging in your respective colleges......"

Dumbledore was talking, he was always fond of talking.

Hoffa stood behind him silently looking at the group of little turnip heads in the rain. When I remembered that when I came to the school two years ago, the then vice-principal Adebe Gosak only said one word.

(Quiet, which college you are assigned to is which college)

He couldn't help but laugh, but soon, his smile vanished, and a trace of doubt broke into his mind, and he looked at the group of little turnip heads in the rain again.

Wrong......

Something is wrong.

One less person.

Today is admission day, and it stands to reason that Hagrid should also be of school age, and should stand in the middle of this group of new students.

But he didn't see the tall boy, and it stands to reason that a person of his size should be very conspicuous.

He stood on tiptoe and looked again, but strangely, no matter how he searched, he didn't see the withdrawn and introverted boy he had seen that summer vacation.