In the billowing smoke, Hoffa didn't know what to say.

Blood from his back smeared on the wall, tearing out an exaggerated pattern. Tom Riddle clutched his left rib and fell against the wall, breathing hard, his lips not bloody.

Beside him, there was a huge hole, and the walls of the stairwell of the girls' dormitory were blown to pieces, and the gray bricks fell straight down.

The cold wind of the Ravenclaw Tower swirled, and a stirring spirit of Hoffa reacted, and he strode to the gap, standing on the tower of nearly three hundred meters and looking out, but he could only see a red dot flickering on the ground, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Hoffa's hands and feet were cold.

A large crowd then burst in from outside the Ravenclaw common room.

Seeing Tom Riddle lying on the ground covered in blood, and the huge gap in the wall, the crowd screamed wildly.

Aglaia and Miranda quickly cut through the smoke and made their way to Hoffa's side, their faces changing dramatically.

Miranda: "What's going on?"

Hoffa didn't speak, and he walked over to Tom Riddle. He pressed his heart with one hand to stop the bleeding. Then, with his other hand, he pulled Riddle up and walked out quickly.

The crowd screamed.

Then, a loud shout came from outside the crowd.

"Quiet. ”

The huge mental force field suppressed everyone's voices, and a blue-robed Dumbledore appeared on the periphery of the crowd, his face was angry, and he quickly separated the crowd.

When he saw Tom Riddle, who was clutching his chest and leaning on Hofa's shoulder covered in blood, his face immediately changed.

He walked briskly, bent down, grabbed the twitching Riddle's shoulder, and looked at Hoffa with a solemn expression.

"Stop the flow quickly. ”

"Heal as ever. ”

He held his wand and muttered healing incantations.

He looked up at the gap in the wall and asked Hoffa, "What's going on?"

Hoffa: "Shoot, sir." ”

Dumbledore's eyes widened, and he bent down to look, his face rarely pale. He hugged Tom Riddle to his feet and said loudly.

"All the students, follow behind the prefect. Meet in the auditorium hall. ”

With that, he hugged Tom Riddle, who had been shot, and strode out of the common room.

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......

The shooting of Tom Riddle at the Ravenclaw Tower spread through the school like a whirlwind, like someone throwing a thunderbolt into a pool of calm stagnant water.

In less than an hour, all the students had gathered in the auditorium and talked about the horrors of the Ravenclaw Tower with horrified faces.

The common room, the sacred place in the hearts of every Hogwarts student, the safest harbor. Now it was invaded in a big way, and not only did it break in, but it blew up the wall, not only did it blow up the wall, but it almost killed a student.

It was almost a slap in the face to Hogwarts, and even more so to all Ravenclaws.

Hoffa, who first witnessed the shooting, became the object of interrogation, but no matter how crowded and noisy the crowd around him was, he always sat at the table and did not say a word.

Finally, when Aglaia looked horrified through the crowd and spoke in his ear, he slowly raised his head.

Aglaia: "Hoffa, I'm going to tell you something. ”

"What's the matter?"

"My bracelet, lost. ”

"What a bracelet. ”

"It's the bracelet I wore on my hand when school started. My mother gave me a gift for my 12th birthday. ”

Bracelet, Hoffa's memories immediately returned to King's Cross Station two months earlier.

That old but gorgeous bracelet, yes, it's hard to forget once you've seen it.

Miranda, who was next to her, directly grabbed Hoffa's palm and pulled him to the corner of the auditorium hall, and Aglaia irritated and drove away all those who wanted to come up for questioning.

"Hoffa, we need to talk. ”

In the corner, Miranda said worriedly, "Do you know something?"

Hoffa was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"That's right. ”

"Does it have something to do with the new Transfiguration teacher looking for you?"

The corners of Hoffa's mouth twitched, and his fists clenched.

"Wait a minute, Miranda, and take Aglaia back to the hall first. I'll come back to you later. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Find our dean. ”

After saying that, Hoffa pushed away the two friends and disappeared directly in place.

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......

Inside the empty school, Hoffa walked briskly.

The scene of Barcelona during the summer vacation came back to his brain, forcing him to move faster and faster, and he gritted his teeth.

Library.

Three keys.

Half-human king.

Damn it.

Damn it!

The ghost is not gone!!

He finally stopped abruptly and stood at the entrance to the lobby of the school hospital.

Here, several nurses shuttled back and forth, and the directors of the four courtyards all stood at the entrance of the hall.

Slytherin Headmaster Horace Slughorn roared angrily at the door of the hall at the other three house heads, "Pierced in the right lung! At Hogwarts, this is a slander, a disgrace! Are the Defence Against the Dark Arts all rubbish?"

The other Gryffindor Mellors and Dumbledore were silent, and Hufflepuff's Headmaster, Heberlaw Riley, whispered comfort.

Slughorn continued to roar like a furious walrus: "What about Principal Dippert, won't he even come to see such a big thing?"

Dumbledore calmly stopped him: "Calm down, Horace, you must know the current situation of Headmaster Dipert. ”

Slughorn gritted his teeth and shut up, his massive lower abdomen shaking.

Hoffa stood in the shadows in the corner, waiting with a blank face.

About half an hour later, the door to the lobby of the school hospital was opened, and Tom Riddle, who was lying on the hospital bed, was pushed into the care room by the nurse.

Reiner, the school doctor, stopped Slughorn, took off his mask, and said tiredly:

"It's out of danger, through tearing injuries, plus blood backflow, complete Muggle technique. But it was very scary, fortunately it was at school, two minutes late, and the child was gone. ”

Slughorn groaned, almost fainting: "Merlin's beard ......"

Reiner: "You guys go back first, we won't be able to visit today." ”

Several deans scattered and went in different directions.

Dumbledore's figure had just appeared around the corner, and Hoffa immediately met him.

"Professor. ”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, stopped, but was not too surprised, he just rubbed his forehead tiredly:

"It's you, Bach. Why don't you stay with your friends?"

"We need to talk, Professor Dumbledore. Hoffa said.

"What's wrong?"

"This matter has something to do with the half-human king. Hoffa got straight to the point, "Do you know who he is?"

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed, "Hofa, with all due respect, I don't know about your problem. All I know is that the Daily Prophet has been wanted by him for three months, but nothing has been found. ”

"Does it have anything to do with Grindelwald?"

Hoffa's eyes didn't blink.

"Nope. ”

Dumbledore's voice was inaudible, "Grindelwald wouldn't use a Muggle weapon to injure a student, his pride wouldn't allow him to do so." ”

Hoffa was silent for a moment.

Dumbledore said: "Bach, you should go back and ....... with your friends"

"Library. Hoffa interrupted Dumbledore with a sudden opening.

"What a library. ”

"Forbidden Art Library, does it have anything to do with this?"

Dumbledore's tired eyes sharpened a little, "Miss Romanoff told you?"

Hoffa did not affirm or deny it.

Dumbledore shook his head, "Hoffa, this school has too many secrets, too many ancient secrets. No one can really explore it, not even me. Every question you have, I can't answer. ”

He lowered his head, his pale blue eyes looked at Hoffa through his glasses for a moment, and sighed softly:

"Riddle's accident at Ravenclaw Tower doesn't leave me much time and options right now, and as Acting Vice Chancellor and Dean Ravenclaw, I have more important things to deal with. ”

Dumbledore patted Hoffa on the shoulder and took two steps before he suddenly turned back and hesitated for a moment.

"However, if you really want to know about the Forbidden Library, I suggest you go to your new Transfiguration teacher. She was a descendant of one of the key keepers of Tsarist Russia, and she was more professional than me in this matter. ”

With that, Dumbledore disappeared around the corner.

Hoffa stayed where he was, the shadows of the walls cast on his face, completely unrecognizable, and he stood silently for about ten minutes or so.

Finally, he sighed, "Damn. ”