By the time Hoffa walked out of the library, the school was pitch black, with only a few braziers lit in the distance to provide him with the only sight he had.

A faintly glowing ghost passed through the wall, whispering to each other in a worried voice.

Hoffa looked at his watch, it was nine o'clock, he had been in the library's mirror world for three hours at the moment, far beyond the Hogwarts curfew time, eight o'clock.

Thankfully, the silver TA sign on his chest now allows him to have more free time than the average student.

He walked slowly through the dark school, thinking about what he had just ventured with, a state of activation that would consume a lot of spirit, a clue that he could not understand for the time being.

White Stone Tombs.

Where the White Stone Tomb was, and what it was, Hoffa didn't know, he had never been a master of history.

His goal is to find the Centim King, but he doesn't mind improving his strength at all during this journey.

Hoffa wanted to go back to his dorm room to get his old books.

The book that once guided himself to transform into an Animagus, Morgen Le Fay, "Dissecting Everything, Structure is King".

Although he mastered some of Osivia's human body transformations in a short period of time, he further developed himself.

But he believes that it is definitely a technology as deep as the depths of the sea.

I've only scratched the surface.

As long as he gets his old book back, it will be a great help for him to further develop his human body deformation.

......

......

Hoffa came first to the hall of the school, where he thought Ravenclaw would sleep tonight.

However, when he returned to the hall, it was empty, except for a few ghosts with a milky white transparent glow floating around the hall.

Could it be that the Ravenclaw Tower is back to work?

Hoffa's heart moved, and he hurried in the direction of the Ravenclaw Tower.

But upon returning to the Ravenclaw Tower, Hoffa found that the entire Ravenclaw Tower had been cordoned off, and after the Halloween incident, the school had folded up all the magical staircases.

There is no way to go at all.

The two teachers on duty stood by the entrance, and when they saw Hoffa coming, their eyes stayed on the teaching assistant sign on Hoffa's chest for several seconds before slowly turning their heads.

Sensing this scene, Hoffa had a headache.

No one can find it, and no book can read it.

He looked up at the unfathomably tall tower at the top, and thought to himself that even if he had deceived the two caretaker teachers on his ghost walk, it seemed unrealistic to climb 300 meters vertically without the help of stairs to climb to the top floor to get his transformation cheats.......

To climb or not to climb?

Just as he was struggling, a shout suddenly came from the corner.

"Hoffa. ”

Turning his head, Miranda walked briskly towards him, accompanied by a prefect.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, come with me. Miranda whispered.

"Where have you been?" asked Hoffa.

"Didn't you read the notice? Miranda said hurriedly.

"What a notice. ”

"The school has opened a new temporary break room in the Hufflepuff common room, allowing Ravenclaw students to stay for a while, and only after the school has completely eliminated the safety hazards will the students return to the Ravenclaw Tower. ”

"Hufflepuff's common room?"

Hoffa was stunned, isn't that there, in the kitchen?

As she spoke, Miranda led Hoffa out of the Ravenclaw tower and towards the basement level of the school.

Gradually, as the two of them went deeper and deeper, the style in the corridor gradually began to change, and under the warm flames, many oil paintings representing food appeared around them.

Eventually, Miranda stood in front of an oil painting of a man in a chef's hat and said:

"Apple pie. ”

"It's so late, did you go for supper?"

In the painting, the man in the kitchen hat said angrily, as he slashed to the side, revealing a corridor that revealed the earthy yellow descending staircase behind it.

Miranda whispered, "Each grade was assigned a different room, and the second grade was the unlucky, and the oil painting of the guards was a temper tantrum. ”

"Isn't it staying in the Hufflepuff common room?" asked Hoffa.

"It's so beautiful that Hufflepuff doesn't want to share the common room with people from other houses. But they must be in the area, but where they are, no one knows, not even Tom Riddle. ”

With that, she walked into the corridor with Hoffa.

As soon as Hoffa walked into the makeshift break room, he nearly knocked over a house-elf holding a large metal candlestick.

"I'm sorry. ”

Hoffa's habitual apology caused the house-elf to run away in horror.

Upon entering the room, Hoffa found that it was a very old square hall, with a number of mahogany mezzanines and staircases stacked on top of each other, and discarded wine barrels and cupboards stacked around the corner.

This is supposed to be a pantry in the Hogwarts kitchen.

The room was filled with house-elves, and Hoffa estimated that half of the house-elves in the school's kitchen had come to help.

Some of them carry candlesticks to light candles, some carry cushions and teacups, some carry brooms to clean up, and some carry firewood to light fires in the fireplace.

There are also several skewers of raw meat by the fireplace, which look like they are ready to be grilled.

In the room, Hoffa saw a lot of his classmates, and they were standing aside in twos and threes, not in a high mood.

Some sat on the barrel and sighed, some looked at the fire with expressionless faces, and some faced the wall, hugging their knees.

"This is our lounge for the time being. ”

Miranda whispered.

"Didn't you bring the luggage?"

"Until the school cleared all the hidden dangers, our luggage was seized in the original place and we could not use what we had before. ”

As she spoke, Miranda smiled helplessly.

"Maybe the school thinks we have a bomb in our luggage. ”

Hoffa didn't answer, no wonder everyone was in a depressed mood, and it seemed that his goal of researching his transformation cheats was about to be postponed.

At this moment, a boy jumped off the barrel and walked towards Hoffa. He had black curly hair, was about the height of Hoffa, had a few freckles on his face, and was one of Hoffa's roommates, William.

"Hoffa, you've been assigned a bed with me at night, you know?"

A bed?

Hoffa was shocked.

"Well, there. ”

William reached out and pointed to a wooden platform in mid-air in the distance, where there were several similar structures that appeared to be temporary resting places for Ravenclaw students.

"Okay, I see, thank you, William. ”

"Well, don't come back too late. ”

With that said, listlessly, William jumped up on the barrel again, and assumed the pose of a contemplative, looking dejected.

"Where's Aglaea?"

Hoffa looked around and asked.

"She, she's angry. ”

Miranda smiled helplessly, "Come with me." ”

As she spoke, she led Hoffa to the right.

It's a bit like the cellar where I live at the Leaky Cauldron Bar. It's just bigger and more complicated.

Passing through a few whispering girls, Miranda led Hoffa to a secluded corner of the cellar.

"This is where I stay with Aglaia. Miranda pointed to it, and following her fingers, Hoffa saw a thick mahogany platform.

It always reminded him of the hammock.

Miranda: "Take your shoes off." ”

"Take off your shoes?"

"Dude, it's where we sleep, do you want to step on it?" Miranda thumped Hoffa.

"Okay. ”

Hoffa took off his shoes and climbed up the stairs to the platform.

He looked around and saw that the mahogany platform on the upper floor of the stairs was about twenty square meters, probably the place where the red wine was stored in the former kitchen, and there was a smell of wine in the wood.

The silver-haired girl sat on the candlestick of the platform with her cheeks puffed up, with two cushions, a sheet, and a few books beside her.

Hoffa knew that it was no wonder that Aglaia was so angry, thinking that the place where he lived was not satisfactory.

It's clean and clean, but it's not comparable to the elegant Ravenclaw dormitory.

"Little nobleman, not happy?" said Hofale.

"Ha, ha. ”

Aglaiya laughed back twice: "Not even a bed." ”

"What do you want a bed," said Hoffa, sitting cross-legged across from her.

"It's just a temporary stay, not an academic year. ”

"Well, if we can't find the murderer, God knows how long we're going to be here. Besides, I stayed and didn't even take off my luggage, how would I spend this day. ”

"There are no bathrooms?" asked Hoffa in a whisper.

"Yes, shared with Hufflepuff girls. ”

Aglaia let out a long sigh, and the big words fell on the platform, "But I didn't send a single piece of my clothes, so many colleges, why is Ravenclaw so unlucky." ”

"Well, if you want me to say, it's not as bad as I thought. ”

Miranda also took off her shoes and climbed onto the wooden platform.

"It's better than sleeping in the hall, it's warmer than the hall, it's more private than the hall. ”

"No matter, Hogwarts Junk School. Aglaia looked at the ceiling and replied weakly.

"That's the only thing you complain about every day. Miranda sat down cross-legged, turned her head and asked, "Hoffa, did the female teacher take you to the library?"

As soon as she asked, Aglaia immediately sat up from the ground like a spring, staring at Hoffa without blinking.

"It's that simple. Hoffa shook his head, "I just found a row of words that I couldn't read at all." ”

On a wooden platform, Hoffa sat cross-legged. I told a little bit about the story of exploring the library and the world in the mirror.

When he had finished speaking, both girls sat on the plank, their mouths slightly open motionless.

It wasn't until Hoffa waved his hand in front of them that they reacted.

"You mean, you've seen the mirrored world, the ruins of an ancient library, and the protective magic of an ancient wizard?"

Hoffa: "That's not the point, the point is, have any of you ever heard of the White Rock Tomb?"

Miranda immediately looked at Aglaia, hoping that the know-it-all lady would give an affirmative answer.

But this time, Aglaea, who has always liked to boast about his knowledge reserves, frowned:

"White Stone Tomb, this ...... I haven't really heard of it. But if I really want to say it, white stone tombs are also very common, if you think about it, as long as a tomb made of white stone is piled up, it can be called a white stone tomb, isn't it?

Miranda turned her head a little disappointed and said, "I haven't heard of any white stone tombs, my family is buried in the cemetery, and the tombstones are marble ......"

Aglaia waved her hand: "Compared to this, I am more curious, how can a tomb hold an infinite amount of knowledge, you think about it, how big a tomb can be, and how big a library is." ”

Hoffa also suspected that Dou Shengsheng was born, as if it were.

Western wizards don't have the habit of building mausoleums on a large scale, and when Dumbledore later died, he took a wand with him, and he couldn't even think about it in a small tomb.

The three of them looked at each other and were silent for a while.

After a while, Miranda suddenly said slowly, "People." ”

Aglaia: Huh?"

Miranda: "If someone writes down everything in the library, doesn't that person become a library?"

Aglaia was shocked: "You mean, the library is alone?"

Miranda: "I'm just guessing. ”

Hoffa was also surprised, but after the surprise, he shook his head:

"That's right, but the library is a thousand years old, and when I saw them in the illusion, they were dressed like Aristotle, and even if there were any, they would have rotted long ago. ”