In the office, Hoffa walked around, and Barty Jr. didn't know exactly when he was awake, but he might have three days to teach Harry Potter his first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, and if he couldn't, it would be almost a certainty under Dumbledore's eyes.

What should I do?

Seeing him spinning around, Twinkle couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"

Hoffa looked at Twinkle, "Do you know how to do black magic?"

Twinkle's eyes widened, as if there were one on top of her head?

"The Three Unforgivable Spells, will you?"

Twinkle looked at him with some horror, shook her head, and stepped back with little Barty in her arms.

So Hoffa looked behind him again, and old Moody was looking at him with angry eyes at the moment, and God knows how long this guy had kept his angry appearance.

So Hoffa carefully closed the door, and used the Transfiguration Charm to create three silent walls, which were firmly blocked in the doorway. Then, he came to the old Moody and untied the shackles from his mouth.

Old Moody was also single, and when he saw this posture, he didn't call out, but just looked at him and sneered: "Panic?

Hoffa: "It's fine, a little thing. ”

Old Moody tilted his head, and a smile tugged at his hideous face: "Say it, maybe I can help?"

Hoffa saw the light in his eyes, which was clearly a sarcasm, but he still asked, "Will you have the three unforgivable spells?"

"Yes. Old Moody laughed: "Did that dumbledore let you teach the three unforgivable spells? ”

As he spoke, he lowered his head, and the smile on his face disappeared: "Don't you even know the three unforgivable spells, master of transformation?"

Hoffa shook his head, "I won't. ”

Old Moody blinked one-eyed, "Then let me go, and I'll teach you the three unforgivable spells." Those were the three spells that the Ministry of Magic would only teach during its secret Auror training, and they couldn't be found anywhere else. ”

Saying that, he also sighed: "You don't have three unforgivable curses, which means that you are not a hopeless bad person." If you let me go, I won't care about what you've been doing these days, and I'll even protect you from the Ministry of Magic and get you out of Voldemort's control, and give you ......"

"You're retired, Cornelius Fudge doesn't want to see you at all, you can't give me anything, all you can give me are the three unforgivable spells. Hoffa said calmly.

"You...?"

Old Moody opened his mouth in astonishment, and then a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes: "Then you let go of me, I can't teach you if you tie me up." ”

Hoffa: "And then give you your wand?"

Moody sighed and said helplessly: "Boy, are you stupid, you don't have a wand, what will I teach you." ”

He looked very sincere, and the anger in his eyes was replaced by mildness.

Hoffa narrowed his eyes, sensing the gentleness in Moody's eyes, and the deep murderous intent hidden in it.

So he slowly turned behind Moody Sr., and from his bound palm, he gently pulled out a fork that he didn't know when it was hidden, probably when Barty Jr. was confused, and he instructed Barty Jr. to bring it to him.

He silently raised his fork: "You smell of lying." ”

The gentleness in Moody's eyes disappeared, and he looked at Hoffa with a completely cold look: "Bastard thing, so big and so big, you still have it when you grow up!?"

Syllable.

Hoffa gagged Moody again and tossed the fork aside, feeling uncomfortable.

If you have a Revenate Curse, you should be able to take Moody to teach yourself the Three Unforgivable Curses, but the Imperius Curse itself is the Three Unforgivable Curses, which sounds like an unsolvable paradox.

Unable.

He turned to Shiny and instructed Shining, "You take care of little Barty, I won't allow you to talk about it to anyone, do you understand?"

"I... I understand. ”

"Also, when you go back, you still have to cry. ”

Twinkle: "Huh?"

Hoffa: "Can't cry?"

"But I couldn't cry. ”

Twinkle looked at little Barty, her cheeks twitched and she held back a crying face, but no matter how you look at it, she is happy.

Hoffa: "If you can't cry, or if you don't pretend to be, your little master will die, and your old master will die, you understand?"

The glittering face turned white in a flash.

Hoffa: "I am the protector of your little master, and if my identity is revealed, your little master will be stripped of his bones and sent to Azkaban, locked in the most terrible prison, in endless loneliness, mad to death." ”

"Twinkle, Twinkle understands!"

The house-elf burst into tears on the spot.

Hoffa, "Shut up, don't howl at me when you cry!"

"Whew!"

Twinkle shoved her hand into her mouth to stop her crying, but she burst out of a pile of snot in grief.

After arranging Twinkle, Hoffa looked at the time and rushed to the Hogwarts library overnight.

Time is not enough, but he must not sit still, he plans to see if he can learn and sell now, after all, he is very capable of learning at night, if he can find the three unforgivable spells and learn them, maybe in class, he will not show his stuff.

......

......

Two days later.

Twenty-four hours before Hoffa's first class at Hogwarts.

A melancholy Moody (Hoffa) looked up from the stack of books behind his office.

In the past two days, he has obtained a large collection of books from the library under various pretexts, from the first grade to the seventh grade, and has borrowed all kinds of spell books, but he found that he has thought too much, and there are no three unforgivable spells in the spell books in the school.

Sure enough, as Moody had said, there might be no place to learn the Three Unforgivable Curses other than the Aurors' secret training facility. In fact, Hoffa also knew that the deeper the spell, the more it was passed on by word of mouth, and it was rarely recorded in books, but he still had some kind of illusion about the Hogwarts library.

Damn, Defense Against the Dark Arts Office.

Hoffa rubbed his hair and touched the spell book on the table, thinking about how to crack it.

There were only twenty-four hours, and he didn't even see the shadows of the three unforgivable spells, and it seemed inevitable that he would be exposed in front of Dumbledore, but he didn't want to clash with the top wizards in this world yet.

Do you want to run away early?

He couldn't help but think so.

But at the thought of Fatil's blue eyes looking at him, he immediately snuffed out the slightest hint of retreat in the cradle.

He can't go, he must complete Voldemort's mission and get the resurrection.

The row of gilded characters on the cover of the spell book was uneven, unconsciously touching the row of gilded characters, and suddenly, a strong sense of immediacy surged into Hoffa's heart, as if it was some kind of guidance, from chance to inevitability, as if hearing a familiar and unknown song, as if the movie clip was replayed.

Hoffa closed the spell in his hand, and on the side of the cover of the spell book, a row of familiar names came into his eyes.

Standard Spell Level 5 – by Miranda Goshawk

The typography was small, but unusually delicate, and he was familiar with it.

Hofa was stunned for about five seconds after seeing the name, and then he almost threw the spell book up, exclaiming, "Fake!?"

He stood up on the spot, flipped through it carefully, and realized that almost all the spell books he had borrowed in the library in the past few days were written by Miranda as long as they were from 1950 onwards.

This discovery made him slump back in his chair and cover his face with tears and laughter.

If you think about it, this is quite in line with her identity. The genius of the spell family, who taught himself the illusion spell in the first grade, and now that he has grown up to write a spell textbook, it is indeed not too much.

After the horror. Then rose a strong sense of guilt and uneasiness, he pushed Miranda away, thinking that he would be able to go back to her, but he never thought that it would be more than fifty years to leave.

Hoffa stared at the name with a somewhat pale face.

More than fifty years, Merlin Beard, can she still remember herself?

Thinking of the memories of five years ago, Hoffa felt a little vague, let alone fifty years......

Maybe she even has grandchildren, her own family, and her own life. Maybe she's recuperating in a country house right now, and it's really okay to bother her again?

The strange thoughts in Hoffa's mind kept coming up for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

But looking around, who can he turn to?

Who will keep a secret for themselves?

Who can understand their determination to save Aglaia?

Maybe no one, maybe just this former friend.

"Shame on you......" Hoffa muttered to himself as he put down the spell book, "I can only think of you when I need help, what a shame, Hofabach." ”

He reached out and grabbed his arm, twisting himself hard. Eventually, he put the book on the bookshelf and decided to contact his only friend.

Miranda didn't know where she was at the moment, there were only twenty-four hours left, and it seemed too late to contact her with an owl, but this was a magical world, and he had other options.

First, he came to the school's club area at the end of school at noon.

After passing through a large portrait on the second floor of the Society's Registry, Hoffa came to a large hall surrounded by vaulted corridors that were sometimes carved into strings of magical symbols that shimmered on the walls. In the middle of the hall is a statue of a group of young wizards with wands, who look as spirited as they did fifty years ago.

However, when he arrives at the Violet Society, where Miranda taught him the Illusion Charm fifty years ago, he finds that it is long since empty. The portrait of the gatekeeper who once held a bouquet of violets in his arms and wore a mask was also empty.

But Hoffa did not give up, and the club room was not found, and he walked down the Ravenclaw tower in the direction of the observatory, and stopped in front of an office full of planetariums at the top.

This is Professor Flitwick's office, which belonged to Adbay Goshawk fifty years ago.

Surprisingly, Flitwick didn't change the portrait of the curfew on his office door, which was still exactly the same as when Adbay was there.

In the portrait are two people, a man and a woman.

The man has gray hair, a high nose bridge, and a gentle smile on his face. The witch had chestnut hair and a feminine appearance, and she leaned lazily into the witch's arms.

Hoffa leaves the stealth and stands in front of the portrait of Miranda's parents.

This time, instead of taking the compound decoction, he maintained his original appearance.

In the portrait, Miranda's parents see him, and the smiles on their faces slowly disappear. Men become a little confused, women become a little apathetic.

"I'm looking for Miranda," Hoffa said, standing under the painting of Miranda's parents, in a very worried tone, "Excuse me, can you help me inform her?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

The woman in the picture snorted coldly and turned her head away from him. Instead, the man in the portrait sighed and nodded.

Then, the man walked out of the portrait alone. Leave the woman alone and face to face with Hoffa. The woman glanced at him with cold eyes, "Scum." ”

With that, she left in the opposite direction, appearing in the portraits of the others around her.

Hoffa was left alone in front of the empty frame, overwhelmed.

After a while, however, Miranda's father, Nimon Goshawk, returned, and said softly, "Someone is looking for you at midnight, in the Ravenclaw common room." ”

With these words, Hofa's heart fell back into his stomach, and he was almost moved to tears, and he quickly raised his hands, folded his hands, and bowed to Miranda's father.

The man in the portrait looked at him with a complex look of sympathy, helplessness, and regret, and finally, he shook his head, "Let's go." ”

Hofa, who had been informed by Miranda's father, had been reassured that he had been in an excited and restless fantasy for the rest of the day before midnight.

Will I see Miranda? How will she come? Will she go to Floo.com? What will she look like now? Is she married? Will she have children? What will she do if she is bald in her seventies and eighties?

After thinking about it for a long time, Hoffa found that when he saw her again, he would definitely hug Miranda, kiss her fiercely, say sorry to her, and ask her how she had lived in the past fifty years.

He thought through all the words, all the things that could happen. I thought about how Miranda would redeem himself if he ignored him, how he would apologize. He even figured out what he was going to do to introduce himself if she had Alzheimer's and couldn't remember herself.

The whole day went on and on, and at twelve o'clock at midnight he arrived at the door of the common room in Ravenclaw.

When the eagle ring saw it coming, he slowly spread his wings.

"You go fast on the journey, but I'm faster than you. You can go farther, no matter how fast you go or how far you go, I will go farther than you. ”

Familiar Ravenclaw riddles.

Hoffa lowered his head and thought about it, then raised his head: "Light." ”

"Welcome back. ”

Eagle Ring folded his wings and said coldly.

Hoffa couldn't help but glance at Eagle Ring, it was the first time he had heard Eagle Ring say something other than a riddle.

But the eagle ring was indifferent, and when it got the answer, it folded its wings and turned back into a sculpture, motionless.

The doorway behind the Eagle Ring swirled open, revealing a blue hallway that curved inward.

Hoffa took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The Ravenclaw Lounge at midnight was as quiet as ever.

In front of the fireplace, the dim embers of the flame burned slowly. Curtains flutter in the autumn breeze, and the familiar Ravenclaw bust looks proudly out the fireplace at the Scottish mountains. Under her marble statue, a row of flowery Latin inscriptions is written: "Superior wisdom is the greatest treasure of mankind. 】

"Miranda?"

"Miranda. ”

"Miranda..."

Hoffa tentatively called out a few times in the common room, but no one answered, only the quiet echo and the crackling of the embers of the fireplace.

"Miranda, are you there?"

Hoffa cautiously spun around the common room, whispering Miranda's name in a nervous voice.

But after looking around, he found nothing.

The common room at midnight was empty.

Eventually, Hoffa returned to the Ravenclaw statue and looked at her in bewilderment: "Good evening, Ronay. Hoffa muttered, "It's not like you're waiting for me." ”

"It's not her, indeed. ”

There was a shallow chuckle behind him, unusually young.

The hairs on the back of Hoffa's neck exploded, and he didn't feel anyone standing behind him.

Swish.

He jerked his head away.

The dim moonlight shone through the windows and on the blue marble floor.

Hofa's eyes widened in astonishment, looking at the guy in front of him who suddenly appeared like a female ghost, she was wearing translucent pajamas, a pair of slippers on her feet, and her bare thighs glistening in the moonlight.

Not Miranda.

It turned out to be Cho Zhang, Cedric Diggory's girlfriend.