The Minister of Magic stood at the door for a while, and then looked at each other with Dumbledore, as if they were exchanging opinions.

Then, the Minister of Magic wearing a scarf walked in first.

For some reason, at this moment, Hoffa saw Dumbledore at the door of the ward giving him a pleading look, which made it difficult for Hoffa to understand.

The Minister of Magic sat down first, then crossed his legs and sat on the bed opposite with his fingers crossed, looking at Hoffa with a smile.

For some reason, his actions always reminded Hoffa of the last time he visited Riddle.

"minister."

Hoffa nodded politely to him.

After all, he is the most powerful man in the entire British wizarding world, and he does not want to lose etiquette.

"How is your recovery going?"

he asked with a smile.

Fortunately. Hoffa smiled cautiously and politely.

"Thank you for your concern."

He smiled on the outside, but he was confused on the inside. Why did the Minister of Magic come to see him? What kind of medicine was this guy selling in the gourd?

"Ah, don't be restrained."

The Minister of Magic waved his hand, reached into his chest, and actually took out a spherical chocolate with flowers on it, and handed it to Hoffa.

"Speaking of which, I was also a student who graduated from Ravenclaw. I still remember that my dean at that time was Professor Adebe."

"Ah, thank you."

Hoffa smiled and took the spherical chocolate, not knowing what to say for a while.

The Minister of Magic seemed to be a nice person, but thinking about Dumbledore's pleading eyes, he always felt that things were not that simple.

Leonard Moon said: "Everyone in the school has been talking about you recently. The editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet came to me many times, hoping to let that hero appear in the newspaper, but I suppressed it."

"Well......"

The minister straightened his collar, changed into a more comfortable position, and leaned sideways on the chair.

"Those editors-in-chief were very curious as to how the big explosion happened and how it was stopped by a magical student."

As he spoke, he stretched his fingers in the sky, made a gesture that made headlines, and said with a smile:

"I think if I just relax a little bit, you will become a big star."

Hoffa felt something vaguely, so he whispered: "Mr. Minister, if you have anything to ask, just ask directly."

"Ah, as expected of a student of Ravenclaw, it's very comfortable to chat." Leonard Spencer Moon nodded, sat up a little straighter, and lowered his voice:

"That's right. I want to know the specific information about the half-human king. And his exact identity."

When the Minister of Magic said these words, his whole aura suddenly became sharp. He looked at Hoffa without blinking and crossed his fingers on his knees.

Hoffa was stunned and immediately understood the meaning of Dumbledore's pleading look.

The purpose of this senior Ravenclaw's visit was definitely not to visit his junior student as an ordinary Ravenclaw.

This made Hoffa's mouth taste bitter. Why did Dumbledore bring this hot potato to him? Or, his current lack of status and prestige could not prevent the minister from visiting.

If it was a month ago, Hoffa would have been happy to bring the Half-King to justice and hand it over to Azkaban, the Wizengamot or the Ministry of Magic. He would also be happy to find out the identity of the Half-King,

Let others help solve the problem.

But now, at this juncture.

How could he reveal Silby's true identity? Principal Dippet was taken to Azkaban and closed for three months because he was suspected of being a half-human king. During these three months, the school almost

It's on the verge of closure.

If the Minister of Magic now knew that the first headmaster of Hogwarts was still alive and an out-and-out madman, Hoffa didn't know what kind of impact it would have on the school.

He has little political acumen and little negotiation experience. But he knows that there are too many people with ulterior motives in this world, and there will never be a shortage of those who think they stand on the moral high ground and make excuses.

At this moment, Hoffa fell into a dilemma completely opposite to that of Harry Potter in later generations. Harry Potter tried his best to let others know the truth, but he...

Is it necessary for a school to get out of one scandal and then be mired in another, bigger scandal?

Reputation, justice.

school, world.

These things weighed heavily on his mind, making it impossible for him to speak out. He couldn't speak out at all.

Seeing that Hoffa didn't speak for a while, Leonard Spencer Moon said softly: "It's okay, kid. These things have nothing to do with you, you have already done a good job.

Tell me who the half-human king is, so that we at the Ministry of Magic can capture him, are you right?"

Hoffa opened his mouth.

"Well......"

After hesitating again and again, Hoffa said with some difficulty: "Uh... I don't know why you came to ask me..."

"In other words." The Minister of Magic interrupted Hoffa, who switched his legs and moved closer.

"If you don't tell us who he is, we can't give you an award, the Merlin Medal of Honor, the Royal Medal of Honor. Right? We can't say that you defeated an unknown enemy."

"I didn't defeat him."

Hoffa said.

"The public doesn't care. The public only needs positive energy. You are a Ravenclaw, you should understand."

Hoffa was silent.

After a long time, he still shook his head: "I really don't know, Minister. Just ask Dumbledore. He is a professor and he knows more than me..."

"You know, right?"

The Minister of Magic interrupted Hoffa. At this moment, his aura began to rise. "Until the moment before he disappeared, he was fighting with you."

Hoffa shook his head and whispered: "I'm not sure why he wanted to attack me?"

"Then why do you think he wanted to attack you?"

"Maybe... maybe it's because I'm unhappy."

Hoffa said.

"He is related to this school, right?"

The Minister of Magic said slightly sharply: "That day I saw that he was destroying this school with hatred. Tell me, why?"

Hoffa was silent for a long time and replied in a low voice: "I'm sorry, minister, I really don't know how to answer your question."

The Minister of Magic laughed, and there was something inexplicable about that smile.

Then, he straightened up and looked at Hoffa condescendingly: "Indulging criminals is not the embodiment of a good Ravenclaw, Hoffa Bach. You are still very young and you should know your own path."

Hoffa lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.

The Minister of Magic stood there and waited for a while, but Hoffa just lowered his head and said nothing.

"Even if there's nothing?"

"Yeah." Hoffa lowered his head and didn't look at him.

Leonard Moon shook his head in disappointment and was about to turn around and leave. Just when he turned around, he seemed to think of something again, and he said lightly:

"Oh, by the way. When Dippet was in Azkaban, he asked me to give this to you. Although he came out, I think it's better to fulfill his promise."

After speaking, he took out a thin paper box from his sleeve and threw it to Hoffa.

Then, without looking at him, he strode out of the door.

Opening the door, Hoffa saw Dumbledore outside the door, nodded slightly to him, closed the door, and left the ward with the Minister of Magic.

I looked at the inexplicably extra box in my hand.

Hoffa leaned back on the pillow tangledly, took a long breath, and shook his head.

Silby has completely turned into a sword of Damocles, hanging high above. Not only his terrifying strength, but also his extremely sensitive identity.

In this turbulent era, Hoffa truly felt the difficulty of life, with all kinds of choices before him. Sometimes he knew it was the wrong decision, but still made it. The feeling of it is really not something outsiders can understand.

After feeling depressed for a while, Hoffa opened the small box given to him by the Minister of Magic. Inside was a thin manual.

I opened it and saw it written on the title page.

[Francois Le Brun. This book is research notes from 1879 to 1890.]

Hoffa was stunned, Francois Le Brun...isn't this the maker of his own magic watch?

When I opened it again, I saw that the parchment pages were densely drawn with many circuit diagrams, some muscle anatomy diagrams, and densely packed explanatory texts.

Hoffa's pupils shrank, this...

It turned out to be notes on construction techniques. Notes on the construction techniques of the Half-Man King.

Principal Dippet, what does this mean?
To be continued...