Dumbledore saw the boy coming around the corner and was surprised, "Bach?"

"Good evening, Professor. Hoffa said.

"You're not going back so late? It's curfew time. ”

Dumbledore didn't get angry, just asked with a frown.

"Something happened, I have to talk to you. ”

"What's the matter. ”

"I have three roommates ......"

"Wait a minute, let's go to the office and say. ”

Dumbledore looked around and interrupted Hoffa, "It just so happens that I have something to ask you about as well." ”

Hoffa was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"Good. ”

Dumbledore walked in front and Hoffa walked behind, and they didn't speak all the way, but Hoffa had a sense of relief that he hadn't felt in a long time. Like a water-scarce traveler who has been walking in the desert for a long time, he has encountered a lush oasis.

The two of them went one after the other to the office on the third floor.

Dumbledore's office wasn't much different from what it used to be. A few wooden cabinets, mahogany desks, and some shiny silverware sit on the table, slowly swirling. The phoenix, named Fox, stood on a tall gilded perch. Seeing Hoffa coming, it straightened up happily and whispered at him.

Hoffa himself sat down in his chair and greeted Fawkes.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the fireplace burst into flames. The whole room suddenly warmed up.

Under the light of the fire, Dumbledore's usually tall body looked a little hunched at the moment. Probably the long journey had drained his mind, and he walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a glass of amber wine. I opened it and poured it shallowly into two cups.

For some reason, this action reminded Hoffa of Jacob Bohan, the teacher of Transfiguration.

As he poured his wine, he asked, "I've heard that now you have a considerable influence among ordinary students. ”

Hoffa nodded and said softly:

"Sort of. ”

"I'm glad that you're willing to take responsibility. ”

Dumbledore approached Hoffa with two glasses and placed one in front of Hoffa.

"Thank you. ”

Hoffa picked up the cup and took a shallow sip.

Dumbledore leaned deep in his chair, his joints clicking.

"However, the recent feedback from other deans shows that students are very impetuous and have no motivation to study seriously. ”

"Hmmm......"

Hoffa put down his glass, "Looks like that." ”

"What the hell is going on?" asked Dumbledore, fingers crossed.

"What?" Hoffa didn't understand.

"I said, the school is impetuous now, and that's why. ”

Hoffa didn't know why Dumbledore was asking himself this question, wasn't the student's impetuousness because of the environment, and what did it have to do with him.

"I don't know. He said honestly, "Maybe it's too much pressure, there is a war outside, and the daily study is very heavy......

"Hoffa. ”

Dumbledore interrupted him, "You didn't take care of them. ”

Silence enveloped the office, and Hoffa looked into Dumbledore's blue eyes, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his temples, "Hoffa, you're no ordinary student anymore. ”

Hoffa: "I don't think so. ”

"You have to feel that. ”

Dumbledore said categorically, he straightened up, his fingers crossed:

"Listen, Bach, there's a lot of scrutiny of the school, the only magical school in the whole of the UK. At this time, you should share my worries. ”

"I ....."

"Why not try to set an example for them?"

"I ......"

"Hoffa, it's your responsibility. You should be a little stronger. ”

Dumbledore's strong speeches made Hofa feel a little dazed, and he even heard a hint of disdain from the bottom of his heart. He shook his head vigorously, and the auditory hallucinations disappeared.

"What's wrong?"

Dumbledore frowned at Hoffa.

Hoffa gasped a few times, calmed down and opened his eyes.

"Yes..... Can you leave that out for now?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I still have some personal questions to ask, Professor. ”

Dumbledore picked up the glass on the table and took a sip.

"What personal questions do you have. ”

"I ....."

Hoffa looked up, and his spirit was in a trance again.

Although for half a year, Hoffa had been eager to see Dumbledore and wanted to talk to him privately. But when it came to opening his mouth, Hoffa found it a little difficult, not only difficult to describe, but also ashamed to speak.

"Say it, Bach. ”

Dumbledore crossed his fingers: "I'm listening." ”

"Professor, I'..... I'm in pain. ”

Hoffa said with some difficulty.

"Why the pain?" Dumbledore asked.

"I felt like I was mentally having a problem. ”

Hoffa hesitated.

"Mentally problematic?" Dumbledore was dumbfounded, "how old are you." ”

"Yes, I always have nightmares. There was a weird-looking guy in my dreams, and I could always see a lot of colorful faces and hear sounds that I shouldn't have heard. ”

"Weird-looking guys, colorful faces, strange voices?"

Dumbledore's eyes widened, and the expression on his face was a little confused.

Hoffa nodded: "Also, I..... I'm not very interested in what my friends do. And the daily work of the school, I think, is a little too mechanical. ”

Dumbledore frowned, "What others ask you to say is your own opinion. ”

"My own opinion. ”

Dumbledore looked at Hoffa for a moment with his X-ray-like eyes, "When did it start?" ”

"Just this year. ”

"What are you dreaming about?"

"Fell from upstairs. ”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "What did you hear?"

"I don't know, I can't remember. ”

"Is it just a dream?"

"Probably, I don't know. ”

Dumbledore sighed and removed the cup he was holding.

"I also dreamed that wizards are still human beings and will be disturbed by the subconscious, and I dreamed last night that someone gave me a bunch of woolen socks. However, I keep myself busy and so busy that I forget about it. ”

Hoffa looked up in amazement, this was not the answer he wanted to hear.

Dumbledore sighed again: "There is no way for the school at this time, and after these few years, it should be much better." ”

After a pause, he said, "Hofa, work hard." ”

It was as if we had crossed an invisible watershed. A string cracked in his chest.

Dumbledore was close, but it seemed far, far away from him. The stains on his auburn beard could be seen clearly, but he was once again wrapped in strangeness.

Step up your game......

Not working hard enough......

Am I not trying hard enough......

Dumbledore stood up and patted Hoffa on the shoulder, "It's okay, don't think too much, go back and get some rest." ”

Hoffa looked at the palm of his shoulder and then at the blue eyes under Dumbledore's glasses. His excitement and energy were quickly taken away by the black hole, and he felt excited.

"If so, I see. ”

After he finished speaking softly, he stood up and turned around, his face cold, like a piece of frozen beef walking, without the slightest sense.

"Wait a minute, Bach. ”

Dumbledore stopped him.

"What's wrong?"

Holding the doorknob, Hoffa tilted his head slightly.

"What did you start talking about the three roommates?"

Hoffa looked at Dumbledore for a moment.

"Nothing, good night, Professor. ”

With that, he left Dumbledore's office.

......

......

How he got back to Ravenclaw Tower that night, he had forgotten.

All he remembered was a sleepless night when all his roommates were missing. Sitting alone in my room, the cold wind outside the window blows the curtains and dances constantly.

A deserted crescent moon hung high in the sky, and mottled fragments of conversation flashed through Hoffa's mind.

Thinking too much....

Not trying hard enough....

The rift between ideal and reality widened again, and he closed his eyes, the curtains running over his face, massaged.

The depth of thought gradually arises, as if God had split a Mariana Trench in his mind, separating the ocean of reason and sensibility.

He began to understand something incomprehensible, to understand the limitations of wizards, the limitations of humanity.

Everyone in this world is concerned about their own affairs, fame, honor, resources, society, and school, even if they are as wise as Dumbledore.

Human consciousness is an accident in evolution, and without consciousness, life will continue to exist only by instinct. Excessive observation and reflection does not help existence itself.

He shouldn't be like this, a salmon won't want other salmon to know how he feels, because that's pointless.

He should show positive energy, he should show high value, he should show the strength of anything, and he should show the posture of a community leader.

Like William, he should control the hormones and dopamine secretion of others, enjoy the joy of youth, enjoy the opportunities given to him by God, and enjoy his status at Hogwarts.

All he needs to do is make a lot of money, defeat many, many opponents, look for mates to lay eggs like salmon, copy the DNA, and then he can die calmly.

But why think so much.

Why is life more and more painful?

Why did all this bore him so much.

He didn't know, he hated himself like that.

The next day, Christmas Eve.

He walked out of his dorm room and decided to go get something to eat to stay alive.

The richly decorated hall was unexpectedly deserted, and there were only a few people in what should have been a lively hall. Among them, only three or three students gathered in twos and threes, looking around nervously.

The faculty chair was empty.

Seeing Hoffa coming, the handful of students quickly surrounded him as if they had found their backbone.

"Bach, where have you been?"

Some students said in shock.

"Our friends are missing. ”

THIS NEWS SURPRISED HOFFA BY ABOUT 0.1S, AND THEN HE SAT DOWN AT THE TABLE WITH RELIEF AND ADDED A BOWL OF PUMPKIN PORRIDGE FOR HIMSELF. His heart didn't fluctuate, and if the Ministry of Magic came over and shut down Hogwarts now, he probably wouldn't be struggling.

Someone was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks: "They were still playing chess in the common room, but for some reason, they disappeared while playing." ”

"I heard someone singing, and when I listened, the people in my dorm were gone......"

"I saw a group of animals running in line from the hallway last night, looking at ....."

"Shut up. ”

Hoffa interrupted them coldly.

"I eat. ”

His indifference stunned the other students, who became anxious and began to chirp and persuade.

"Why are you like that?"

"They're your friends, so help me. ”

"Yes, Bach, no kidding. ”

"Hurry up and help us find them. ”

"You're so good, you can do it with your hands. ”

Hoffa sat motionless, not moving at all. The whole person exudes an aura that no one is close to. After a long time, the chatter and persuasion subsided.

The crowd around him gradually dispersed, moving away from him step by step.

When expectations were dashed, they were replaced by unspeakable disappointment, and no one stepped forward to ask what was wrong with Hoffa. Some only have disappointed eyes as sharp as a knife.

This disappointment spread like a plague in schools.

After breakfast, he left the hall.

The people who met him took the initiative to bypass him.

He floated around the school, and the energy in his whole body fell to the bottom.

To be honest, he has absolutely no idea where to go now, and he feels like a twenty-first century BB machine.

At this time, he thought of the room on the eighth floor, and he wanted to go and find a place to hide himself.

Walking to the tapestry on the eighth floor, the troll in the tapestry was holding a stick and dancing ballet, looking stupid and stupid.

He stood still, time and space turning.

He was the same boy with glasses standing here fifty years later.

At this moment, he really felt the difference between himself and Harry, which was the most essential difference between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

The lion is a social creature, and he will never be, and the eagle's self in his bones makes it difficult for him to do anything in this school.

He hadn't even turned around three times before the sleek door appeared with a strong desire to hide, and he opened the door to the Room of Requirement.

The dappled pillars of light illuminated the mountain-like garbage hills, and snowflakes drifted in through the high windows and landed on the tops of the mountains of old objects, forming white spots.

But Hoffa's gaze did not stop at the forbidden objects that had been piled up for thousands of years.

Because there is a request in the room, a pair of chestnut eyes are looking at themselves without blinking.

It's the black-and-white-faced cat.

This time it sat on top of its squatting on top of the rusty armor guard, and meowed softly as if it had been waiting for Hoffa.