"Junior brother?"

Aglaia was puzzled: "Have you met someone you know here?"

"Sort of. ”

Hoffa replied as he walked.

"Huh!?" Aglaia was startled, "aren't you an orphan......?

Hoffa slapped her on the head, "Shut up." ”

The town was not big, and according to the tavernkeeper's words, Hoffa was out of town quickly. At this moment, the rain had become much lighter, and the drizzle had turned into a wandering mist, hanging over the river outside the town.

He hadn't gone far along the riverbank when he saw a small, crooked house. The house was so crooked, it was a low-profile version of the Burrow. There are piles of garbage around, weeds grow, and there is a huge tin chimney at the top of the house.

It was pitch black and there was no light. It stood in the middle of a forest of dead trees, and the surrounding trees seemed to have experienced fire, without a single leaf, and the trunk was charred black.

Lifeless.

The wild dogs on the side of the road noticed the footsteps of the arrival, and they stopped rummaging through the garbage, their green eyes staring in the direction of the sound.

When the emaciated figure appeared, the wild dogs immediately dispersed into the weeds.

Aglaia stroked the trunk of a fire-burned tree beside her and asked in disbelief, "How could anyone live in a place like this......?"

"Do you think everybody lives in a castle?"

Hoffa replied lightly.

"Hey, how do you talk?" Aglaia thumped him unhappily.

Hofa didn't answer, but walked to the door of the hut and knocked slightly, but no one answered.

After waiting for a moment, he knocked on the door a little harder, knock knock!

Still without a response, he tiptoed through the window and saw that it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

Aglaia asked curiously, "Are you mistaken, who are you looking for?"

"Do you know Rubeus Hagrid?"

"What the hell Hagrid...... Wait a minute. ”

Aglaia was stunned: "You said Hagrid?"

"How?"

"Noble Hagrid?"

"You know. ”

"Well, he's a pretty famous alchemist, and I read about him in a wizarding magazine a few years ago, but he's been gone for years. I didn't expect to live in such a place. ”

Alchemist?Hagrid's father was actually an alchemist.

Hoffa thought about it and realized that the only alchemist he knew was Nick Lemay. Although I haven't seen myself, I guess this kind of person shouldn't be short of money, how can he live in such a place.

Just as he was thinking, Aglaia suddenly stabbed him.

"Do you smell it?"

Hoffa sniffed, he hadn't noticed it just now, and after Aglaia reminded him, he sniffed carefully, and sure enough, there was a smell of blood mixed with the damp rain and dirt.

The smell came from the house, his face changed, and as soon as he pushed the door, the door was easily pushed open. It's not locked.

The room was dark and rumbling, and Aglaia raised her wand: "Fluorescent flying." ”

Spots of light flew out of her wand, illuminating the room.

The imaginary terrible scene did not appear, there was only a chicken feather on the ground, and the smell of blood turned out to be emanating from some dead chickens on the ground.

The poultry had just been slaughtered, plucked, and presumably ready to be cooked, but the owner went out.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and secretly blamed himself for being too sensitive.

However, through this moment, he also saw the living environment of Hagrid in his childhood. The room was full of tattered furniture, two rows of spring-filled puffed sofas, an old armchair, a rickety table, and worn-out parchment strewn about. A few candles that burned to the ass stuck on the table.

The floor was dripping with rainwater leaking from the roof, and there were several weird crow masks hanging on the walls.

I picked up a piece of parchment and looked at it, and it was full of completely indecipherable words, as if it were German.

After putting down the parchment and looking around for a while, Hoffa's eyes were drawn to a wooden box by the fireplace.

For no other reason, there was an egg in the weeds in the box, the size of an ostrich egg.

When he saw this thing, the first thing that came to Hofa's mind was the Thunderbird egg that Taras had spit out two years ago, which was about the same size as it.

But it's not grayish-white like the eggs of ptarmigans or other creatures.

Its color is very strange, it has no fixed color at all, and under the fluorescent light, it slowly changes color, as if there is a rainbow flowing on it.

Hoffa's brain tried to figure out what the color meant, only to find that it was beyond his previous level of knowledge.

Not only that, but standing next to it, Hoffa seemed to feel the egg's emotion, which was a mood that represented hunger.

What the hell is this?

With a frown, he slowly walked over to the brilliant egg and bent down to take a closer look.

As soon as he bent down, Hoffa felt something flow from his body to the egg, and then, the colorful colors on the egg quickly flowed and reorganized, and a pair of pale golden eyes appeared on the surface of the egg.

Hoffa looked at it.

It also looked at Hoffa.

It's like looking in a mirror.

Heads grew around the eyes, each with a different look, and they opened their mouths and began to speak.

Silent, but straight to the depths of the spirit.

(We, unprecedented..... ）

(We, carry out all things..... ）

(We are one..... ）

Suddenly, a black path appeared in Hoffa's spiritual world, as if he could walk directly to it as long as he wanted to......

The meditation method worked automatically, and a tingling pain came from the depths of the brain, like a knife cut. The black path disappears.

At this moment, Hoffa got goosebumps all over his body, and he quickly got up and stepped back, crashing into Aglaia's body.

Aglaia held up her wand to Hoffa and asked, "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Hoffa looked at the egg with trepidation, the face on the egg had disappeared, but just now he could clearly feel that this thing was devouring and fusing his own magic.

"What's that?" he immediately asked Aglaea, who was so knowledgeable that Hoffa thought she would have the answer.

Aglaia looked at it, shrugged and replied, "Eggs, ostrich eggs, hornbill eggs, it's all possible, depending on this size." ”

Hoffa: "What are you kidding, ostrich eggs change color?"

"Discolored?" Aglaia glared at Hoffa, "what the hell are you talking about, isn't it just a gray egg?"

The surroundings fell silent, and Hoffa looked at Aglaia, and after a moment, he swallowed: "You say, this thing is gray. ”

"Uh-huh. ”

Hoffa looked at the egg closely, and there was no doubt that its surface was flowing with a variety of colors. Is it his own broken eye or Agrea's broken eye?

"But what I see is in color. He muttered.

"Really?" Aglaia's eyes flashed with curiosity, "It's as mysterious as you say, it hasn't changed color at all." ”

As she spoke, she reached out to touch the egg.

However, at this moment, bursts of crying came from a distance. Aglaia immediately withdrew her hand. I saw a tall figure and a short figure appear outside the door in the rainy night. The short figure was angrily yelling at the tall figure.

"Idiot, can't you buy a single wine?" (tons of drinking)

"I ...... I do not know...... will be ......"

"What do you know? Say, did you take it to buy snacks?"

"No...... No...... The money was robbed. ”

"Rubbish!" the man jumped up and slapped the boy on the head, "who snatched it?"

"One...... A guy with gray hair and blond eyes. Rubeus Hagrid said, clutching his pumped head.

"Stupid, you're blind, how can anyone look like that......"

The diminutive figure closed his mouth as he noticed that the door of his house was open, and the gray-haired, golden-eyed fellow was watching him from there.

He stopped scolding his son, and the two stood in the pale fog and looked at each other for a few seconds.

The contrast between the short man and the tall boy was so strong that if you only looked at the silhouette, Hoffa would even confuse the identities of the two of them. But he knew that the short wizard was Hagrid's father, a warrior who was even a giant.

It's just that the current situation is not a good time for interviews and chats, and in the body of that wizard, Hoffa senses an extremely unstable mental force field.

Suddenly, the diminutive man smashed out the bottle without saying a word and drew his wand.

"Faint!"

The red light shot in, and Hoffa was already vigilant, and he raised his hand to a shield spell, and the wine bottle shattered.

He turned and picked up Aglaia, and immediately escaped into the ghost walk. The Stuna Spell pierced through Hoffa's phantom and had no effect.

The short man had no intention of negotiating, and he jumped into the house in a rage, waving his wand wide open.

"It's all petrified!"

"Broken bones!"

"There are many obstacles!"

Magic was in the air, the house was blown into chaos, and Rubeus Hagrid, who was in the distance, was so frightened that he rushed up and hugged Noble Hagrid's arm: "Father...... Father ......"

"Get out of the way, idiot!"

He smashed his elbow into his son's lower abdomen and continued to prepare to wave his wand.

However, he waved his hand down, but it was empty.

With a crooked wrist, his wand was snatched away and thrown to the ground.

Hoffa walked through the ghost, and Aglaia pointed her wand at Noble Hagrid's head and triumphantly threatened, "Don't move!"

It took less than five seconds for the conflict to end. At this time, Hoffa saw the man's true face clearly. He's almost a low-profile, scaled-down version of the future Hagrid.

He is slightly chubby, and his eyes are brown like beads, and the whites of his eyes are barely visible. He has messy beggar-like hair, wears the fur coat of an unknown creature, and smells of alcohol and the smell of not bathing for a long time.

"Who are you?"

Pressed to his head with a wand by Aglaia, Noble leaned back against the table, his voice trembling: "Who sent you, I have already withdrawn, it has nothing to do with you!"

Hoffa was puzzled: "What are you talking about?"

The dirty dwarf leaned against the table and slowly retreated to the eggs in the fireplace, as if trying to hide something.

"What's that?"

Hoffa asked curiously.

There was nothing, the short man picked up a spoon for stir-frying, pointed at Hoffa and waved it twice: "I warn you, don't come here." I'm not going to give the results of my research to anyone, you're dead on this heart!"

“...... All right. ”

Hoffa shrugged speechlessly, wondering what was wrong with this guy. Are you afraid that others don't know what mess you're researching?

But Hoffa didn't want to care about all this, he said rationally: "I'm here to pay back the money, and by the way, ask for directions." I just smelled blood when I came into your house, and I was afraid that something would happen to your house, can you believe that?"

"Really?"

The man was still pointing at Hoffa with a spoon.

"Really. ”

"What does the smell of blood have to do with you? I didn't steal or rob!"

The man is a little lustful.

"It's okay, I just saw your son. ”

Hoffa pointed to Hagrid next to him in a daze: "I accidentally took his money, it's as simple as that." ”

Noble looked at Hagrid suddenly, spit on him, and the muscles on his face contorted: "Waste...... Rubbish!!"

He was almost morbidly agitated.

When Hoffa saw this scene, suddenly his brain seemed to be split open by an axe, and two voices appeared at the same time, one said, "Tube it", and the other voice said rationally, it has nothing to do with you.

However, at this time, Aglaia said angrily, "Is there a father like you?"

"Can you manage it?" Noble snarled as he looked at him abruptly, "how can I manage my son, can you manage it?"

Aglaia took out a gold Galleon, put it on the table, and said, "Then I returned the money to you, is it that you earned it from the results?"

Noble was silent, his beastly eyes fixed on Aglaia and Hoffa with the other.

"The money is back, we don't owe you anything. But you'd better be nice to your child, otherwise you'll definitely regret it and wait for the moment he runs away. With that, Aglaia came to Hoffa's side.

"Let's go. ”

Hoffa didn't move, still facing Noble Hagrid.

"Let's go. Aglaia reminded him.

"Is that a dragon egg behind you?" asked Hoffa suddenly.

"And say no!!"

The man let out a short scream, as if he had gone mad, he trembled, raised his spoon, and pointed back and forth at Hoffa and Aglaia: "And you are not...... Don't think about it, don't want to get anything from me, anything !!"

As he spoke, he picked up the strange egg behind him and lunged towards where his wand had been thrown.

But Hoffa had expected it, and he raised his palm, and several stone hands appeared on the ground, holding down his wand.

Unexpectedly, the crazy man suddenly turned around, shook a shot, held the strange-colored egg, and ran away.

He knocked out of Hoffa, as well as Rubeus Hagrid, who was already standing dumbfounded, and vanished into the mist with a crackling apparition. Leaving his wand and his son in the dilapidated house.

Watching the apparition disappear into the mist, both Hoffa and Aglaia were dumbfounded.

"This ..... What's going on?"

Aglaia muttered, "Are we that terrible?"