The situation became extremely bad, and suddenly, Hoffa went from an ordinary student to an ordinary student who was warned by the school's higher-ups.

The next time you do it again, you will be expelled.

Goshawk's eyes weren't joking with himself, he really would. At this point, Hoffa had no room to resist. He got the Manifestation Charm, and even a high-level Ghost Walk, but the fact that he was weak didn't change because of it.

At this moment, Hoffa realized that he was not a savior, and he had neither fame nor aura. He is only 11 years old, lacks accumulation, lacks strong capital, and lacks the power to really break the rules.

Whoever reported himself, Hoffa could figure it out with his toes. But strangely, he was not angry, only numb. He couldn't hate Aglaia any more. If she was a boy, I was afraid that Huo Fa would not even use magic, and would just go up and beat the other party with her fists.

It's a pity that Hoffa suffered from the loss of gender.

He can only accept the school's arrangement, and regard it as a lesson that must be indispensed.

Throughout the day, he sat in the class expressionless, not communicating with anyone.

He was thinking about the future arrangement, first of all, he had to complete all the tasks assigned by the school, eliminate the bad effects of the Hogsmeade incident on him, and turn back into a low-key ordinary student. Second, he could no longer let anyone find out that they had violated the school rules. Suspend all gray plans, whether it is exploring schools in violation of regulations, or learning the knowledge of banned books, all of them must be put aside for the time being.

How cautious how to come.

Expel?

Hoffa must not let such a thing happen, he is only 11 years old now, he has no relatives on the European continent, and he must be attached to Hogwarts for the time being to survive.

At dinner in the evening, Hoffa returned to normal.

He began to talk and laugh with the classmates around him, no different from weekdays.

Halfway through dinner, a senior student came over. Hoffa was handed a letter.

When I opened it, there were two pieces of parchment inside, the first of which read.

[Every day at half past five, the hunting ground guard will be waiting for you at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, hoping that you can discover your own shortcomings while you are working--- Adebe Goshak]

It is a letter of labor punishment.

There is also a piece of parchment along this sticky note.

When he took it out and looked at it, Huo Fa's heart was half cold.

This is a scoring and assessment sheet, which is used for the signature and scoring of the guards of the Forbidden Forest.

There are above, excellent, good, ordinary, bad. Four types of ratings.

After the ordinary column, it is written (Observation in school)

And after the bad column, it says (Expulsion)

Extra goals, honest for a month.

Hoffa sighed, it was his goal and his obstacle at the same time. It is necessary to go beyond it in order to talk about future developments.

Looking at the time, it was already five o'clock, and it was only half an hour before the time marked on the letter. He gave up his plans to eat dinner, took two chicken legs from the table and put them in his pocket, said goodbye to Miranda, and hurried away.

......

......

Outside the castle, a faint hairy moon had risen, and the sky was very dark, and the breeze was blowing Hoffa's hair. The rain was still dripping, and it soaked his school robe.

The rain at the edge of the Forbidden Forest is much less. There are many tall trees growing here, and the smell of rotting leaves is in the air.

As soon as he reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a large flock of crows suddenly burst out of the dark forest, and they flew by the moon in front of the moon, as if they had seen something ominous.

The hunting ground was empty, and Hoffa stood at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest for a moment, until the crows stopped chirping, and he saw a few notches in the trees in the last rays of daylight.

【Joey's House---- Do Not Disturb If You Have Nothing to Do】

Joy?

It seems that this person is the current warden of the hunting grounds.

The only known hunting ground keeper of Hoffa is Rubeus Hagrid.

Hagrid wouldn't be at Hogwarts for two years, and there was no Hagrid's hut either.

The current hunting ground keeper he had seen before, a one-eyed old man on horseback, who sent him on the boat at the beginning of the school year, and was in charge of posting various notices at the school, but Hoffa did not know him at all.

If you come here, you will be safe.

Hoffa comforted himself in his heart.

"Fluorescent flickering. ”

With a soft chant, a burst of silver light illuminated the darkness.

Hoffa raised his wand and pointed to a path that gradually disappeared into the depths of the black forest. Looking into the Forbidden Forest, I couldn't see anything clearly.

Hoffa tightened his robe and stepped into the familiar but unfamiliar woods.

He thought that if he followed the path, he should be able to see the hunting ground guard named Joy.

But as he walked, he felt that something was wrong, for when he came to an oak tree, the path under his feet split into three forks, each leading in different directions.

"What the is going on......"

Hoffa muttered to himself, pulling out Goshak's slip and looking left and right, there was no map of the Forbidden Forest.

No way, the task is the task. He had to get to the hunting ground by half-past five, or he would be late. He put away the note and walked to the fork in the road and shouted a few times.

"Mr.?"

"Is it here?"

Voices echoed through the empty woods, but no one answered.

Hoffa's brow furrowed, could he only choose one path? But the three paths didn't seem to make any difference at all.

He walked to the oak tree in the center of the three forks.

When Hoffa got closer, he noticed that the tree was carved with some very simple but expressive patterns.

There are three of them, each corresponding to three entrances.

On the left is a tower with lightning flashes.

In the center is a woman in a robe holding a scale.

On the right is a strange man hanging upside down from a tree.

Hoffa thought for a moment, the patterns seemed to have been seen in the school divination textbook, but he wasn't a good diviner, and to be honest he didn't believe in them.

The obscure and indescribable sentences of the divination teacher were more like the babbling of a madman to him, and he understood every word when taken apart, and when put together, he did not understand.

Faced with this strange intersection, Hoffa didn't have a good solution.

He put away his wand and stood in front of the three forks, tapping the ground with his hand.

"You, me, him, big fool, Snow White marry him. ”

Left.

Hoffa followed the path of the lightning tower pattern.

As soon as he stepped into this woodland, his figure blurred a few times and disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.

The fog engulfed the road.

Sensing the mist of the forest night, Hoffa narrowed his eyes and raised his wand.

The silver glow of his wand illuminated the path around him, and Hoffa saw that the damp path at his feet was covered with moss and tiny colorful fungi. Unknown fluorescent insects fluttered in the darkness, and when they heard Hoffa's voice, they scattered.

After walking far along the road, a large tree with two people hugging each other reappeared in the middle of the road, firmly blocking the direction of Hoffa's progress.

"Damn!"

Seeing that the road was blocked again, a trace of impatience welled up in Hoffa's heart.

What the hell is going on, didn't you let yourself come to the Forbidden Forest to find a hunting ground guard? Why is the road either forked or blocked, and is there something wrong with the hunting ground guard?

In Hoffa's impression, this generation of Hogwarts faculty and staff are quite normal, how could they do such nonsensical things.

Somewhat annoyed, he walked over to the tree in the middle and tried to get around from the side.

But when he got to the tree, he saw three identical marks carved on the tree.

A tower under the sparkle of lightning.

A woman in a robe holding a scale.

A strange man hanging upside down from a tree.

Hoffa's impatient expression gradually cooled. Things are getting a little out of order.

A feeling of being spied on was faintly heard, and the flying fluorescent insects around him slowly floated towards Hofa, and the number began to increase.

He drew his wand and slowly began to retreat, trying to get back to the exit.

But as soon as he took a step back, he found that his feet could not move. Looking down, a black, withered palm on the ground grabbed his ankle.

Hoffa's hairs exploded.

He suddenly exerted his strength, kicked away the palm that had hooked him, turned his head and ran back wildly.

This time.

The fog is thicker.

La~la~la~

Inexplicable soft laughter rang out all around.

Hoffa turned his head to see that the tiny mushrooms on the ground that had grown in the dark shade of damp decay suddenly swelled up, and wrapped the trunk and ground like parasites.

After the mushroom gets bigger and bigger, some of the patterns are still split from the middle, and continue to split, the patterns on the mushrooms are like small faces, some are smiling, some are fierce, and some are looking at themselves aggrieved.......

They squeezed in from all directions, Hoffa's heart was terrified, the unknown changes exceeded his expectations, and the sudden crisis made him break out in a cold sweat, and he could only force himself to calm down.

He changed direction and started running again.

After a few steps, all the swollen mushrooms on the ground exploded, and the slime shot out, and countless black hands stretched out densely from the middle, holding Hoffa firmly. The fireflies in the air clinged to Hoffa's face, trying to get through his skin.

Without hesitation, Hoffa entered the ghost wandering state.

In an instant, he departed from the material world and entered the world of shadows, which was only gray and white.

But the black hands around them did not disappear, but they grew more and more vigorously from the ground. Moreover, from the perspective of the shadow world, the entire forest changed its appearance, constantly wriggling like a living creature.

The black hand grabbed Hoffa in the shadows, and the mushroom was still firmly staring at him, and countless worms burrowed into his cheeks, making him look grotesque and hideous.

Damn it!

Hoffa's head spun fast.

Leaving the material world still does not leave this strange magic, it seems that this is not a spell against the body, but a magic against the spirit.

Thinking of this, Hoffa's expression was very solemn.

He didn't waste any more mana and quit the ghost walk.

The Black Hand almost drowned Hoffa, dragging him into the ground little by little, and making strange conversations with each other.

Hoffa closed his eyes and ran the meditation method with all his might, purifying his spirit. While thinking about countermeasures quickly.

Illusions are involved in magic, and most of the spells that can affect the mind are related to black magic, as Professor Meles of Gryffindor House has said in class.

It could be defensive or pure black magic, and there's a fine line between the two.

It's less than a few hundred meters from Hogwarts Castle, and Hoffa doesn't believe anyone can lay down the deep dark arts here, so it must be some kind of weird defensive trick.......

With the meditation method running at full strength, Hofa's spirit began to change from simple to sharp, the surrounding scenery and black hands began to blur, and some grabbed Hoffa's arms and even began to scream, emitting white smoke.

It's as if they're not grasping a person at all, but a soldering iron.

The insects that had been attached to Hoffa's body crackled and exploded.

But Hoffa's resistance didn't make them flinch, and countless black hand tides poured out of the dark ground and drowned Hoffa.

Hoffa's eyes were closed, and his spirit radiated like a spider's web, and every trace of spiritual touch turned into a steel needle, and each steel needle penetrated a black hand or strange insect.

The entire spiritual world became a battlefield.

He is a battlefield with unknown magic.

Just when the battle situation quickly became scorching, and there was no winner or loser.

A strong force came from an unknown place, and a man reached out his hand, crossed the border between fantasy and reality, grabbed Hoffa's shoulder, and forcefully pulled Hoffa out of the control of the group of black hands.

Hiss!

It was like falling off the edge of the bed after falling asleep.

Hoffa opened his eyes suddenly, and his whole body shook twice.

He came to his senses completely. Mushrooms, black hands, wriggling forests, flying monsters, all gone.

It was still drizzling coldly, and he was now standing in front of an old oak tree at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, his face almost up to the trunk, and in front of him was the carved picture of lightning striking the tower.

Hoffa's face was pale, and his fingers were a little cold.

His consciousness had gone so far that his body had not moved.

When he fell into the illusion, Hoffa didn't know at all.

"You're early. ”

A hoarse but steady voice came from beside him.

"Why did you come here early?"

Hoffa turned his head to see a weathered face, a one-eyed old man of about fifty years old, looking himself up and down with his arms folded.