Hofa hadn't slept much all night since returning from his Transfiguration teacher.

The warm harbor was destroyed, as if someone had overturned the table and tore the scabbed gauze to make him see the dangers of the wizarding world.

Countless suppressed doubts burst into his mind, making him completely unable to relax his mind.

What is the Forbidden Library, who is the Half-Human King, and what exactly does he want to do?

Hoffa didn't know, he felt like he had been through a lot of things, but they seemed to be secretly strung together by a thread. The darkness guided him in an unknown direction.

At breakfast the next day, when all the students in the auditorium were talking, he didn't talk to anyone.

Thanks to Tom Riddle's shooting, Hoffa's appointment as an assistant teacher in the Transfiguration class did not attract anyone's attention.

Only two of his friends were worried.

Astronomy class in the afternoon.

When the three of them looked into a pair of binoculars, Miranda whispered, "Hoffa, are you really going to help the daughter of the Soviet Minister of Magic find the forbidden library?"

Hoffa pointed his telescope at Mars and said lightly: "It's not me helping her, I'm helping myself." ”

Aglaia handed the parchment to Hoffa and said, "I have a hunch, Hoffa, that the matter of that library is definitely not that simple, and I always feel that the man who injured Tom Riddle is not afraid that you will go to him." ”

Hoffa, drawing two star charts on parchment with a quill, said, "Didn't you still be curious about the library?"

"Curiosity is curiosity. ”

Aglaia looked around, pushed the telescope aside, and whispered, "Hoffa, I studied the history of Hogwarts, and I found something very strange. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Do you know the first Headmaster of Hogwarts?"

Hoffa was stunned, and the quill in his hand stopped on the parchment, and a puddle of ink came out.

"The first headmaster?"

Hoffa was stunned for a long time and didn't remember who it was.

So he turned to Miranda and asked, "Do you know the first headmaster?"

Miranda thought for a long time and shook her head.

"It's weird, I've never heard of this man. ”

Aglaia tilted her head: "The Forbidden Art Library is what he advocated to build, and he was also one of the keepers of the keys. But I studied the history for so long, and found that his identity, his name, everything about him, all disappeared, leaving no record......"

"Don't speak!"

In the distance, there was a loud shout.

Hoffa turned his head to see that the astronomy teacher, Europa, was sitting under an astronomical telescope at the highest point in the center of the classroom, frowning and saying, "Observe the heavens with your eyes and hearts, not with your mouth!"

Teacher Europa was a rather quiet female teacher, she was in her fifties, she looked like a crumpled old sloth, and she was forever lying on her stomach through a telescope.

Her class is only observed and recorded, and students are not allowed to communicate verbally.

The three of Hoffa shut up.

After a while, when the astronomy teacher Europa stopped paying attention, Aglaia said in a polar voice:

"Hoffa, all the principals have historical records. All, except for the first one, this is so wrong, so there must be something wrong with the forbidden art library. ”

Europa, the astronomy teacher, looked away from her telescope in annoyance, and walked slowly down the ladder, she dangled to the three men, crossed her waist, and stared at their astrological records.

......

......

Whatever Aglaia said, Hoffa had already made a decision.

At dusk, after finishing his day's lessons, he arrived at the door of the Hogwarts library as promised.

Here, Ossivia sat on a bench in front of the library, her hair tied in a rather classic bun, her hands resting flat on her knees, her eyes looking like a robot on standby.

Hoffa walked up to her, she stood up, didn't say a word, and walked ahead. The two walked to the forbidden area of the library one after the other.

As soon as he entered the forbidden area of the library, the hunchbacked administrator of the library jumped out, probably not recognizing Osivia's identity, thinking that she was also a student who had entered the forbidden area without permission.

Ossivia strode forward, barely looking at him.

"Hey, stop, what are you doing?" the hunchbacked administrator growled.

"Find something, please don't let anyone else into this area. Osylvia said with a tilted head.

The Hunchbacked Administrator jumped back like a frightened cat, recognizing it as Hogwarts' new Transfiguration Teacher.

"Good...... Good. Professor. He said.

After the hunchbacked administrator left unwillingly, Hoffa sneered:

"Don't tell me this is the legendary Forbidden Library. ”

"Of course not. "The library was founded in 1009, and it now contains less than a tenth of what it was a thousand years ago.

Before that, there was another library. It was the place where the students of ancient Hogwarts studied, and it was our destination. ”

As they spoke, the two of them came to the bottom of the library's forbidden section.

There were no people, no books, just a few gray brick walls, plus a few brooms, and a storage room.

However, in the perception of Hoffa's mental force field, he could detect a trace of obscure magical fluctuations around him that he did not understand at all.

Hoffa looked at Osvia, not knowing what medicine was sold in her gourd.

Ossivia walked to the corner, drew his wand and tapped it in the corner. She muttered a few words, then she reached out and pulled it blankly, and with the friction of rusted metal, a dusty mirror was pulled out of thin air.

She dragged the mirror and slowly walked over to Hoffa. The mirror was stained with countless cobwebs and looked like pizza cheese.

Then, she walked to the other corner of the wall and did the same.

Two mirrors in a row were pulled out of the void and merged into one.

But the mirror was so dirty that Hoffa couldn't even see his own figure.

Ossivia waved his wand.

"Smooth as new. ”

The dust on the mirror fluttered away and fell. The cobwebs tumbled and disappeared like fire-roasted ice chips.

The mirror surface becomes shiny and clean.

Hoffa saw himself in the bright mirror, Osvia, the shelves in the forbidden area behind him, and the Hogwarts students reading by the shelves in the distance.

"What for?" asked Hoffa, "did you bring me to the library to look in the mirror?"

"What you see is the real world. ”

Ossivia said without a word.

Then, she grabbed Hoffa by the shoulders and turned him around. ”

The moment he turned around, Hoffa was stunned.

The places I just came to are all gone.

There are no students reading, no neat benches, and no rows of bookshelves.

He was standing in a large, empty hall full of dust, and the white-gray cobwebs in the hall were densely covered. In the interim, the walls are ruined, and the vaulted ceiling of the hall is carved with the symbolic animals of the four colleges. Snakes, eagles, lions, badgers.

At the top of the hall were several broken glass windows, in which the autumn sunset could be faintly seen, shining through the old shutters, forming bundles of Tyndall light in the air.

"The world in the mirror. ”

Ossivia said, "The special magic of ancient wizards. ”

Hofa was stunned for a moment, and he turned back again.

He could still see the mirror behind him, the students in the mirror, the bookshelves in the mirror, and the forbidden area of the library.

But at this moment, only himself and Ossivia were missing from the mirror, and before they knew it, they had disappeared into the original library.

Ossivia waved her wand.

The mirrors in front of him parted and went to each side. The real world in the mirror also slowly disappeared.

"1,000 years ago, it was the most prosperous forbidden library in Europe, and it was a magical mecca for countless wizards.

But then, after countless wars and deaths, the founders of the three major schools of magic burned most of the dangerous ancient forbidden spells in Durmstrang, in the coldest Siberian plain, and the few that were left were also sealed. ”

Osivia's voice echoed through the empty and ancient halls.

"So, as you can see, it's now abandoned. ”

Hoffa's mouth couldn't even close, and he walked slowly in it, leaving footprints in the dust on the soles of his feet.

That's right, it's completely empty, except for cobwebs everywhere, a few remaining desks and bookshelves, and nothing.

Not to mention books, not a single piece of paper.

Only a few huge metal lamp stands that fell to the ground can vaguely trace the glorious past of this place.

"Nothing, what are you doing here?" asked Hoffa.

"This is the closest I can find to the library, and if I can, I'd like to see if there's any clue there," Ossivia said. ”

Following Osivia's fingers, Hoffa could see several collapsed bookshelves surrounding a broken humanoid statue at the far end of the hall, which was large, more than ten meters high, but only half of it was now.

It stood on two legs on a stone platform. It was as if it had been cut in half by a sharp cutter, and the other half was missing.

This....

Hoffa frowned.

For some reason, he always felt that the scene looked a little distorted.

For example, the broken statue in the distance, it seemed very close, about fifty meters away from him, but Hoffa felt that it was far away from him, not only was it far away, but the whole picture was still fluctuating inexplicably.

It was as if I was separated from it by a transparent curtain of water.

He tried to reach out and pull back the curtain of water that blocked his view. Ossivia stepped forward first, holding Hoffa's shoulder.

"I'll come. She said.

Ossivia drew her wand and tapped it in the somewhat hazy space in front of her.

At this moment, she seemed to be on a pool of calm water, and an ancient magical force vibrated violently.

The surrounding scene begins to change, with the Ossivia wand as the center, creating violent ripples.

The dust has faded, the cobwebs have disappeared, tables and chairs have returned to normal, and the shattered and rusted lampstands on the ground have flown back into the air and become shiny.

In the midst of the flying pages, vague figures began to appear. It's as if time has gone back in time. Eventually, even the shattered sunset from the window hole was restored to a shining morning light.

It only took a dozen seconds.

This vaulted hall covered in dust and dust was transformed into an imposing library hall filled with books.

Some wizards dressed in ancient linen robes walked around the room. At the foot of the huge statue in the center, two bared arms of wizards seemed to be arguing fiercely.

Hoffa didn't know that this was the first time he had been surprised today, and what he saw now was much more than he could comprehend.

"This ...... This is?"

"Ancient illusion magic, those are stripped of fragments of memory, the protective spells of ancient wizards. ”

Osivia says:

"More than a thousand years ago, there were constant wars between wizards, and in that era, every secret realm could not be crossed at will, and if you broke into it without permission, you would inevitably be harmed and expelled by protective magic.

None of this is real, though, it's still the devastation you just saw, it's just the remnants of protective magic in the halls. ”

"My God......"

Hoffa was shocked for a while, and then slowly turned his head: "And then, shall we walk over?"