Professor Goshawk stood there for a few moments, coughing twice, before slowly turning and entering the castle.

Hoffa didn't know what was happening, and when he saw Goshawk leave, he got out from behind the wall where he was dodging and chased Joey through the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Hey, Joey!"

"Hey, wait for me. ”

After several consecutive calls, Joey turned his head.

He saw that it was Hoffa, and he looked surprised.

"What are you doing here, why don't you go to a Quidditch match?"

Hoffa stepped on the leg-length snow and panted to catch up with Joey.

"Haven't I seen you in a few days, how do you feel?"

Speaking of this, Joey waved his hand irritably.

"Don't mention it, I'd rather I just die that day. ”

"What's wrong?"

"Why? Those damn guys actually said that I violated the faculty rules and took students into the Forbidden Forest without permission, and that I needed to be suspended for observation, and that I didn't have a salary during the observation period. What will happen to my Maya without a salary?"

The more Joey spoke, the more excited he became.

"I've been hospitalized for the past few days, and it's very weak...... These damn Europeans, will they die if they live a good life? Gotta fight around, I've had enough!"

Maya is an egg laid by Joey's previous generation Taras the Thunderbird.

Hoffa wanted to comfort Joey, but Joey couldn't answer what Joey said on the phone, because he was now half European.

After a few seconds, Joey also noticed his gaffe, he sighed and muttered, "Forget it, why should I tell you." ”

Hoffa didn't mind, he chased after him and asked, "Maya is not in a good state?"

"Oh no, come and see it, maybe I'll bring him back to America after Christmas." ”

Dejectedly, old Joey took Hoffa back to his treehouse.

Now every tree in the Forbidden Forest is engraved with mysterious runes.

As soon as he entered the Forbidden Forest, Hoffa felt that there were eyes everywhere, invisible eyes.

Joey said sullenly:

"Damn the Dark Wizards, Dumbledore and the Headmaster have put defensive markings on every tree in the vicinity, and now if there's even one more rat near the school, they'll know. Many of the magical creatures sensed the surveillance, and they all stayed away from the area. ”

The two climbed up to the treehouse, and Joey helped Hoffa make a pot of tea in the living room and sat down weakly in his chair.

In the rattan basket of the coffee table in front of the two of them was a large gray-white bird's egg, which was even more faint than the last time Hoffa had seen it, and the blue lines on it were almost invisible.

Joey took out his reddish-brown glasses, took a closer look at the eggs, and rubbed his hair worriedly.

"If this continues, I may really have to quit my job and go home. The environment here is so unfriendly to it, the weather is good, and the wizards are good. ”

Hoffa quickly took Joey's glasses and put them on his eyes.

Under the perspective of his glasses, Hoffa saw that the embryo was visibly emaciated inside the eggshell. ”

It seems that the state is indeed not good, Hoffa frowned. There's nothing you can do, can't you?

"Of course, there is a way, but unfortunately it can't be done in the UK. ”

Joey said worriedly:

"I've lived with Thunderbird for 30 years and know it quite well. It needs a dry and hot environment when it hatches, and the drier and hotter it is, the better. But now this environment is too unsuitable for its growth. ”

"Can't you simulate an environment......?" Hoffa gestured with his hand. "The birds in the breeding base are the same, with fire and magic. ”

"It's a magical creature, not a turkey. ”

Joey said angrily:

"Even if you can simulate a dry and hot environment, you can't simulate the climate it likes, you know? The stuffy, oppressive, stormy, lightning and thunderous atmosphere. ”

"What kind of climate is Arizona in the United States?"

Hoffa asked.

"That's right, Thunderbirds like to be born in that environment. ”

Hoffa looked at the eggs, and then at Joey's old face. Suddenly, a strange idea came to mind.

"I seem to have a solution. ”

Hoffa said slowly.

"What's the idea?"

"When I was in Diagon Alley before school started, I saw a shop that specialized in weather, and they sold it in all kinds of climates. Thunder, rain, desert, and rainforest are all sold, exactly like the real thing. (Note: See Chapter 4)

"And this kind of shop?"

Joey was stunned.

"Yes, I've seen it with my own eyes, isn't there anything in the wizarding world in the United States?"

Joey shook his head like a rattle.

Hoffa: "We can buy one, if ......"

"How much?" asked Joey directly.

Hoffa thought for a moment.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be fifty gold galleons. ”

"Fifty gold gallons?" Joey gasped.

"My salary at Hogwarts is 15 gold galleons a month, and I have to send 10 to the United States every month, how can I have so much money. And these hateful school leaders also stopped my salary because of the Forbidden Forest matter. ”

Hoffa laughed bitterly.

Speaking of which, these wizards are really down-to-earth, and knowing magic can't change the fact that they are poor in the slightest. In the previous life, when I read the novel, the Weasleys were very poor because they had many children. It seems that Harry Potter didn't live a wealthy life after graduation, because he didn't have much oil and water to work in the Ministry of Magic.

Hoffa took a sip of his teacup and asked, "Why did you come to England to work? Why don't you find something to do with a lot of money?"

"I have too many family members in the United States, and I am upset when I quarrel every day. At that time, Taras didn't like my family, he liked quiet. So I brought it to Hogwarts. ”

"How are your children?" asked Hoffa, taking another sip of tea.

"17 pcs. ”

Old Joey straightened his legs and looked up to the sky and sighed.

Hoffa almost choked on a sip of tea.

"Multi-...... How much?"

"17, 17. I'm a Mormon, don't you think so?"

"What do I care about you!" Hofa exclaimed, "Seventeen, how did you do it, your wife......."

"I have 9 wives. ”

Old Joy said calmly, "Over there in the United States." ”

Burst!!

A mouthful of hot tea squirted out of Hoffa's mouth, spitting Joey in the face.

The sympathy for the other party's difficult situation suddenly vanished, and Hoffa coughed while looking at the familiar but unfamiliar old man in front of him in shock.

He felt that his worldview was rapidly collapsing, nine wives, 17 children, what was that concept? feudal society or slave society?

Why was it possible to marry 9 wives and have 17 children in 1938?

"Really...... fake?"

Hofa asked hoarsely.

"Why do you have such a ghostly expression?" said Joey, annoyed as she wiped the tea on her face with a towel.

"They all say I'm a Mormon, a Mormon. Polygamy is allowed in our religion. ”

Hoffa suddenly realized.

Then he asked without hesitation: "What are the conditions for joining the church?"

Old Joey was amused by Hoffa's expression, he shook his head, and sighed, "How old are you, just thinking about these things." But I warn you that some things are not as rosy as they seem. If I had really enjoyed my life in the United States, I wouldn't have come to Hogwarts to do such a hard job. ”

"Nonsense, you can only sigh in front of me after you have experienced it!"

Hoffa scolded. "You deserve to be short of money, and you can't say that you are too poor to die, God has opened nine windows for you. It's time to deprive you of something. ”

"People are small and big. ”

Old Joey snorted helplessly.

The treehouse conversation somehow went off the rails completely.

Hoffa had completely left the Thunderbird thing behind, and the Quidditch thing behind him.

He asked the old Joy Mormon about the details, specifically the details of polygamy, such as what to do if his wife is jealous, such as how to sleep every night, such as asking him how often to change a new wife, and whether he is particular about spoiling his wife.

Joey, who asked at the end, couldn't stand it anymore.

He got up angrily and pushed Hoffa out the door.

"Stinky boy, it's not too late to ask me these questions when you're older!"

Bang!

As soon as the door closed, Hoffa was pushed down outside the treehouse.

As soon as the cold wind of the European winter blew, he sobered up a little.

Then I remembered that I hadn't promised Aglaia to watch her Quidditch match, and why did she suddenly come to discuss polygamy with Old Joe.

He stumbled down the trunk of the tree and fell knee-deep into the snow. He suddenly felt as if he had an extra goal in life.

After graduating from Hogwarts, he went to the United States to become a modern-day Wei Xiaobao.

As he walked, he seriously pondered the feasibility of this issue.

Walking to the exit of the Forbidden Forest, Hoffa turned his head to look at the woods. He felt that he couldn't let the old guy just give up his job at Hogwarts Hunting Grounds.

I've got to keep him.

With 60 gold galleons left in the money she gave herself last time, she should be able to go to Diagon Alley and customize an Arizona climate blanket.

But before that, I should go back to the Quidditch pitch first, and I don't know if that boring game is over.

......

......

The snow is heavy and the snow is deep.

In the distance, the spectator stands tall at the Queldi Stadium, four huge college banners flutter in the sky, and the stadium's pillars loom in the goose feather snow.

The game shouldn't be over yet.

Hofa covered his eyes, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and hurried to the Quidditch pitch.

But halfway through, he saw a vague figure standing alone on the snow in the distance. It's a little abrupt on the white snow all over the place.

Someone is standing on the snow.

Hoffa thought for a while, and walked in the direction of the man with some curiosity, why would someone stand alone on the snow when someone else was competing, could it be that the other party was not interested in Quidditch like himself?

After not taking a few steps, the figure in the distance suddenly raised its head.

It saw Hoffa.

The two glanced at each other from a distance through the wind and snow.

Then, it turned and ran, at breakneck speed.

Hoffa was stunned for a second, then shocked and suddenly realized something.

The place where that guy was standing just now is the location of the teleportation array!

There's something wrong with this man!

He crunched and pulled out his legs, and Hoffa ran across the snow with his hands and feet.

"Stop!"

Hoffa shouted.

But the other party did not stop at all, but the speed became faster and faster, and his figure became more and more blurred in the snow as his robe flipped over.

Hoffa drew his wand and stumbled to where the figure had stood.

Sure enough, the snow was almost completely lifted, revealing the dark brown turf underneath.

The turf was full of potholes, and the huge abandoned teleportation array buried under the grass was turned over again, and it was destroyed like never before.

Every rune was shattered, and the air was filled with violent magical elements, and the land had just endured at least ten violent spells.

Got you!

Hoffa glanced at the blurry back, which had completely turned into a gray spot at the moment, after a few flickering moments in the goose feather snow. Gone.

The direction of disappearance is the Quidditch pitch.

Hoffa didn't want to chase after him.

This guy was the culprit who led him to be hunted down by Schmidt.

If it weren't for the destruction of the teleportation array, Indor wouldn't have come to Hogsmeade to find him, and if Indor hadn't come to him, he wouldn't have provoked three German dark wizards for no reason, let alone met a dark wizard in the Forbidden Forest and escaped death twice in a row.

This guy is the root of everything.

Who the hell is it!?

Is it Schmidt himself?

Hoffa struggled as he pondered the identity of the other party.

The figure in front of me was no longer visible.

Ghost Walk!

Hoffa directly turned on the ability.

As the world changed color, he disappeared into the snowstorm.

In the shadow state, his speed increased extremely quickly, and he left a series of shallow footprints on the snow with more than three meters in one step.

Ten seconds later, when he jumped out of the stealth state, he didn't hesitate to turn on the ability again.

After 20 seconds of running at high speed, he approached the flickering gray figure in front of him.

Right at the entrance to the Quidditch pitch.

Hoffa followed in his footsteps and made his way to the Quidditch pitch. The moment he jumped out of the stealth state, Hoffa pressed his hand on the other party's shoulder.

"Hey!"

The man jerked his head back and pushed Hoffa away.

At that moment, Hoffa saw a mask, a paradoxical pale mask.

He froze on the spot, stunned for a moment, and the masked man rushed out again in the blink of an eye.

Hoffa is a spirit, and he wants to chase it again.

However, at this moment, a burst of earth-shattering cheers erupted in the stadium.

Everyone stood up, and some even jumped from the tower and tried to hug their teammates.

Bright blue bands flutter in the sky, and the eagle's logo shines in the wind and snow.

The narrator shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Aglaia, the young Ravenclaw substitute seeker, stepped up to catch the Golden Snitch and saved the team from crisis when the team was down by 100 points. With a high level of technology that we could never have dreamed of. It's unbelievable, and it is foreseeable that for a long time to come, the Ravenclaw team will have another trump card of their own. Of course, the Slytherin team was ......."

The narrator gushed on stage.

The Ravenclaws ran and cheered excitedly.

The Slytherins were dejected, their faces full of chagrin.

And Hoffa stood at the entrance of the arena with a pale face, and the footprints on the snow were washed away by these fanatical fans, completely without a trace. The vague figure completely disappeared into the crowd.

In the air, some streamers and confetti fell and hung on Hoffa's face.

Aglaia carried the Golden Snitch and her teammates in a circle in the sky, slowly landing on the ground, and the crowd cheered even more.

But their cheers did not infect Hoffa in the slightest.

He'd seen the man.

I've seen it!

A few months ago, the Violet Society's secret room, the one who taught himself the Illusion Charm!

Aglaia lifted the Golden Snitch in the praise of the people, and her face was full of smugness.

Hoffa stood in the crowd stunned.

Suddenly, a hand pulled Hoffa out of the crowd and to the front of the crowd.

Miranda reproached, "Where have you been?

Hoffa came to his senses, but he didn't know how to answer.

At this time, Aglaia excitedly came to Hoffa with a flashing golden snitch.

"Did you see it? Did you see my last broomstick ride?"

Hoffa nodded slowly, "You're the best Seeker I've ever seen." ”

"Hahahaha!"

Aglaia smirked.