As he approached the island in the middle of the lake, Hoffa felt an aura of magic that seemed to be absent.

The aura of magic is quite mixed and incomplete. This magical fluctuation was similar to the one he had felt in the library at the time. If he could, he would really like to stop and study the ancient magic of the school.

But now is not the time.

Osiva quickly stepped from the glacial lake onto the rocky floodplain of the island in the middle of the lake, and she put away her skates and quickly put her hair back in a bun.

He then took Hoffa's arm and made him stand on the dimly lit rocky floodplain.

Under the dim night sky, the island is full of towering dead trees hugging several people, and some clearings under the trees that have not covered snow can be faintly seen.

Will there be a white stone tomb here?

Hoffa couldn't help but guess.

"Fluorescent flickering. ”

Ossivia chanted softly, the light of her wand illuminating her surroundings.

Hoffa looked at his feet, and even though the snow had been cleared, the ground was covered with thick dead branches and leaves, and no one had been in this place for hundreds of years.

The two walked silently through the dead woods, surrounded by nothing but the creaking of snow and the occasional crackling of branches. The surrounding tree branches and some towering rocks are reflected in the snow, forming a strange and grotesque appearance.

After crossing a hillside, a blurry mass of buildings appeared on the hillside a hundred meters away, and from the outside, it should be a black old church.

Ossivia put down her wand and whispered, "I've checked the information that the Headmaster of Hogwarts who died before the Goblin Rebellion in 1612 is buried in this location. ”

After silently surveying this ancient and gloomy land for a moment, Hoffa turned his head and said, "I think we're crazy. ”

Osivia: "Why. ”

"It's not good when to come, but it's time to come. ”

"There's a world war going on out there, there's no time to waste, and if you find the Forbidden Library before everyone finds it and destroys it, you can save hundreds of thousands of people.

Ossivia whispered, "Does that make you feel better?"

"You think too highly of my consciousness. Hoffa said.

"You're not like me. ”

After calmly speaking, Ossivia raised his wand slightly, "Fluorescent flying." ”

Suddenly, the glow of fluorescence at the tip of her wand flew out, splitting in the air, turning into one flickering white point after another.

Some white dots of light silently flew into the dilapidated Scottish churches, while others surrounded Hoffa and Osivia, illuminating the gloomy island in the snow.

In the light of these flying points of light, Hoffa saw the clusters of tombstones beside the old church. The tombstones are large and small, and there are some sculptures that are covered with snow and cannot be seen clearly.

The whole scene seems to have an eerie romance.

"Let's go check the tombstones. ”

Ossivia said.

Ossivia walked in front, and Hoffa looked at her back and asked, "Why are you, an exchange student at Durmstrang and a Slytherin who only attended school in England for three years, so familiar with Hogwarts?" ”

Ossivia said lightly, "I'm just using the time that other people have fun to explore unknown secrets. ”

Irrefutable answer.

The two stood in front of the gravestones, where the snow was so deep that Hoffa had to open his shattered grip to clear the snow from his feet.

Tombstones are visible after the snow has been removed.

Hoffa crouched down and wiped a tombstone clean, illuminated by the flying light. Hoffa saw a line of small faint letters on the tombstone: "Sam Beazley, 1210--1219." The rest of the handwriting was too blurry to read.

Hoffa turned his head and asked, "Is that it?"

"This is the seventh, not what we are looking for. ”

In the distance, Ossivia said, "The first time of death was 930. ”

930。

Hoffa looked over one by one along with the stele.

On the tombstone, some personal achievements and time in office are inscribed.

On a tombstone carved with a broomstick, Hoffa saw some of these handwritings.

Oliver Cromwell, 1462-1537

Author of a revised amendment to the Quidditch Rules

Founder of the Academy Cup

Invention of the Oak Arrow series broomstick

Director of the Department of Physical Education at the Ministry of Magic.

The sixth President of the World Quidditch Association

......

A Quidditch-loving headmaster, Hoffa thought to himself, and walked over to a nearby tombstone.

......

Hugh de Barsham, 1330-1461

Founder of the Wizarding School of Astronomy

Head of the European Druidic Church of Elders

The One Who balances all things

Great soothsayer

Deer Whisperer

Tree Whisperer

......

How do you look like a Hufflepuff graduate principal, Hoffa thought to himself.

......

Taking a step to the left, Hoffa saw another tombstone with a giant's skull on it.

Removing the skull, Hoffa saw the gravestone carved into it.

Ludwig Cavendis, 1328-1329

Presiding Judge Wizengamot

One of the founders of Azkaban

Discover ancient ruins such as Dragonstone, Kalmado, Krisoma and many more.

The King of Spells

Master of Transfiguration

Giant Slayer

Scourge of werewolves

The Dark Witch Doom

Dragon's Twilight

Died by suicide

At the bottom of the headmaster's epitaph, Hoffa also saw a row of small letters.

I hate sitting in the office the most.

......

Dumbfounded by the six-hundred-year-old Headmaster's epitaph, Hoffa swallowed, thinking to himself that Hogwarts was so full of fucking talent.

......

He looked over one by one.

Some of these principals reigned for a long time, more than a hundred years, while others served for a short period of three months, shorter than Severus Snape.

But without exception, they all died on the job.

There are only a dozen tombstones here, and I will see them in a short time.

There is no doubt that every headmaster here has a legendary life, but there is no such thing as a white stone tomb here, the materials of these tombs are very ordinary, unpretentious and unusual, just the very common Scottish gray masonry, which does not at all match the record at the bottom of the statue.

After a while, Ossivia also turned around and looked at Hoffa in a daze, his expression a little confused.

"So where is the first one we're looking for? ”

Hoffa asked.

"You don't have it over there?"

"Nope. ”

Ossivia shook his head: "I didn't find it either." ”

Hoffa didn't believe it, so he went to Osivia's side to take a look, and found that all the headmasters on his side were women.

This was even more unsatisfactory, because he clearly remembered that the headmaster of the mirror world was a man.

went around in a circle and went back to the original point.

The two stood in the snow cemetery and looked at each other.

"Otherwise, let's go to the church. ”

Hoffa pointed to the church behind him and suggested.

In the moonlight, the crumbling Gothic spire stood tall but had collapsed nearly halfway, and when viewed from the side, it was hard to imagine any clues to be found here.

Ossivia hesitated for a moment and said, "Wizards are not Muggles, there are very few religious people, and they basically don't bury people in churches. ”

"There's a church here, weird, isn't it?"

"My idea is to come back tomorrow. ”

After a pause, she added, "With the Aurors, it's safer and safer." ”

Her proposal also made sense, and Hoffa nodded, "Okay, let's go back today." ”

Osivia's wand pointed at the sky, and all the flying points of light in the air converged and returned to the wand, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

The two of them walked slowly towards the outside of the cemetery, and Ossivia was sullen and not in high spirits, perhaps because he had not found any valuable clues.

Downhill, when the two of them walked to the dead woods,

Hoffa quipped, "You know, I've looked at so many tombstones and found one thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

"It's like Headmaster Hogwarts, they're all single. ”

"Where did you come to this conclusion?"

"There are no family members on all the tombstones, only accomplishments and tenures. ”

Ossivia said lightly: "Maybe this is the wizard." ”

For some reason, her statement made Hoffa want to laugh inexplicably, in such a weird place.

"How well do you know Dumbledore?" asked Hoffa with interest.

"I don't know very well, he doesn't agree with my transfiguration philosophy, and he doesn't teach me very carefully. ”

After a pause, Ossivia said blandly: "But it is undeniable that he is a very strong wizard, very strong. ”

"Do you think he'll be the headmaster?"

"Duppert is in good health, are you really good talking about this now, and I don't think a guy who has an affair with Gellert Grindelwald would be a headmaster. ”

"Why do you all know?"

Hoffa was shocked.

Ossivia didn't answer, she suddenly reached out and stopped Hoffa, her green eyes rolling around.

"How......?"

"Shhhh She kept her mouth shut.

Hoffa stood still, a faint rustle reaching his ears, and he reined in his words, his mental force field covering his surroundings.

That's right, there was a rustling sound all around, and it sounded like the sound of scales rubbing against the snow.

Snake?hoffa asked softly.

"It's not. ”

Ossivia said in a condensed voice, "It's the Lake Demon. ”

As soon as the words fell, pairs of ice-blue eyes lit up around them, and tall figures slowly appeared, the rustling of scales rubbing against each other, mixed with the sound of steel dragging on the ground.

Some of them carried stone markers in their hands, some dragged sharp anchors, and some carried heavy chains.

Ossivia slowly pulled Hofa behind him.

Soon, they were surrounded by the goblins of the lake.

The lake demon led by it was extremely strong, it was two meters tall, its muscles were high and bulging, its breath was spewing out a thick white mist, and its hair was slowly squirming in the air like the tentacles of an octopus.

It grinned, revealing a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth.

Lake Demon Whisper: "ghor Daqvam baHlaHbogh 'Iv?"

Lake Demon Language: "pe'el Hutlh choHI' IlIng."

Hoffa's eyes narrowed, his heart beating a little faster. He'd seen magical creatures, he'd seen a lot of them last year, and even seen centaurs with the same intelligence as humans.

But these creatures and centaurs are completely different things, centaurs are calm and mysterious.

Although he couldn't understand what these creatures were saying, he could feel a hint of savagery and madness lurking in each other.

Ossivia looked wary: "Don't you speak English?"

As soon as she spoke, all the lake demons showed sarcastic looks, clenched their weapons one by one, and became restless. But then, the restlessness calmed down again.

The sturdy lake demons slowly separated, and out of the back came a thin, rickety, skinny, old lake demon.

It stooped over, holding a wooden staff about as tall as itself, and the scales on its tail were almost half gone.

Ossivia took another step to the side, and the whole person stood in front of Hoffa.

The moment he saw this lake demon, Hoffa suddenly felt a great crisis. This seemingly unwinded lake demon contained extremely large fluctuations in magical power, even more than any wizard he had ever seen before.

"You're the chief?"

Osivia asked.

"What do you see?"

The old lake demon asked rhetorically.

"Didn't see anything. Ossivia smiled.

"yes, who are you?"

The old lake demon swam at its tail and asked with a pout, "Student?"

It has sparse teeth in its mouth, but its tongue is pure black. When it speaks, the syllables contain the power to make the mind trance.

As soon as Hoffa bit the tip of his tongue, the hair on the back of his head stood upside down, and the cold sweat came down.

How could a humanoid be so terrifying.

Osiva took Hoffa's palm and said, "We're here for a date, just hang out, and we're going to leave this place." ”

"Dating?"

The old lake demon laughed dumbly.

"Your age, and his age? Or are you blind to me. ”

Hoffa's mental force field contracted to the extreme, and he could see the stones at his feet trembling. When you tremble, fine lines appear on the surface.

Ossivia did not speak.

The old lake demon smiled: "You kiss him, and I will let you go." ”

Hoffa stared at the other party's ice-blue eyes, which were only bantering, and completely cat and mouse.

Ossivia let go of her palm and cupped Hoffa's face.

Hoffa was shocked, this guy is really here?

But Ossivia just pressed to his right ear, his lips squirming: "I'll drag it, you go back to school and find Dipet." ”

Then, she raised her head: "I kissed it." ”

The old lake demon tilted his head, "It's interesting, if a teacher does this kind of thing to a student, he should be imprisoned in Azkaban, Miss Romanoff." ”

Osivia's disguise faded, and she drew her wand: "What are you planning to do, and since you know that I am a teacher, you dare to stop me?"

"Teachers. ”

The lake demon shook his head and said regretfully, "This is our territory, you shouldn't have trespassed here." ”

"When did this become your territory?" said Ossivia cautiously, "This is Hogwarts territory, it belongs to Hogwarts, and it has always been." ”

"All the while?" the old lake demon smiled sarcastically:

"Our race has been living here for tens of thousands of years, and you wizards have only been here for a long time. You shaman, who doesn't have any hair, dare to tell me all along?"

As soon as it finished speaking, the lake demons behind it all raised their weapons.

Ossivia took a step back vigilantly:

"What do you want to do, your ancestors have signed an agreement with the school. According to the agreement, the humanoid magical animals that inhabit Hogwarts are not allowed to harm students and teachers, and I think you understand this agreement. ”

"yes. ”

"But the agreement has changed, times are going to change, and you are really not a coincidence. ”

The old lake demon turned his head coldly and said, "Kill them." ”