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Standing at the door of the dormitory, the cold winter wind passed through the curtains and covered Hoffa. His heart seemed to fall into the deep sea and sink straight down.

If it wasn't a prank, something must have happened.

He walked to the edge of the bed and sat for a while, and two voices appeared in his mind.

A voice told him to hurry up and find it.

But another voice was saying, what does this have to do with him? Isn't it what he wants to see these annoying guys leave?

After sitting by the bed for two minutes, the voice to look for him finally prevailed.

He really didn't want to take care of it, but he also felt that it would make his conscience uneasy. What would he do if something happened to these two people?

Although the relationship between him and his roommate is not very good, they are roommates after all.

He stood up again and ran out of the lounge. He searched everywhere in the castle.

Because it was dark, he did not dare to shout too loudly, so he could only go from corner to corner, classroom to classroom.

Holding a lantern, he walked through the mistletoe-strewn corridors in the darkness, ran through armor-lined classrooms, and crawled through secret passages covered with cobwebs.

All the way from the twelfth floor to the lobby, my three silly roommates seemed to have gone to another dimension, without a trace.

When he reached the hall, he bent down out of breath and leaned against the wall tiredly.

Snowflakes outside the castle drifted in from the high windows and fell on his shoulders. He exhaled a mouthful of white mist. Under the light of the dilapidated horse lantern, his shadow snaked on the wall, long and big.

There was a slight earthquake in the corridor that had been silent all this time. His mind was shaken and he turned around to look.

In the faint light, two mice quickly ran past the shadow cast by him. Hoffa sighed, thinking too much, it was just two mice.

At this time, he felt something looking at him again and raised his head. The black and white cat he saw in the bathroom was squatting on a beast-headed head high up, staring at him without blinking.

What's going on.

What a coincidence,

Did you bother it to catch mice?

Hoffa felt something was wrong.

He rubbed his eyes.

The black and white cat disappeared.

Just when he was curious, there was a faint voice outside the hall, someone!

He thought it was his roommate who appeared, so he rushed over quickly.

But when I looked closer, I saw that it was not a few roommates, but several deans and professors of the school. They walked to the door of the school in whispers. There, a Thestral carriage stopped in the darkness. There were so many of them.

There were twelve of them, standing silently in the snow. Not a single snowflake could remain on their shiny black bodies.

When he saw the professor, Hoffa was startled and immediately wanted to go back. It was curfew time, and anyone caught wandering outside would be punished.

But then, the door of the Yeqi carriage opened in front of the school, and Hoffa's eyes lit up with the people getting off the carriage.

It turned out to be Dumbledore, whom he had not seen for a long time. He had auburn beard and hair, wore gray robes, and looked tired, as if he had returned from a long journey.

Seeing him, Hoffa felt as if he had found his backbone. The nightmare for a whole month made him extremely eager to see the man in front of him, and he stopped abruptly from wanting to leave.

The Dean of the Fourth Academy and several other professors stopped at the door and chatted with Dumbledore beside the Thestral carriage. They were probably exchanging some urgent tasks.

After the exchange, the dean of the fourth hospital boarded the Thestral carriage. Then, the twelve Thestral horses flickered their wings, took the carriage up from the ground, and disappeared into the windy and snowy night sky.

There were only two people left in the snow, one was Dumbledore, and the other was the current professor of Transfiguration, Jacob Bohan. They were chatting while walking, and their voices were faintly heard in Hoffa's ears.

Jacob Bohan: "The Ministry of Magic is so short of manpower...?"

Dumbledore: "Que, is everything okay at the hospital..."

Bohan: "It's pretty good... although the medicine is still not enough..."

Dumbledore: "Nothing... Can Draxes breed more for us... I heard that there are not enough fire dragons... The students are very worried about this...

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Bohan: "The fire dragon is not the owl sold in Diagon Alley."

The two got closer and closer, and their voices gradually became clearer.

Dumbledore: "I'm already thinking of a way. Give me a little more time."

Bohan said softly: "I am worried that even if there are enough fire dragons, Drases will not give more people the opportunity to control the fire dragon. He is an old nobleman. For him, the top of the pyramid does not need so many people."

"What about you?"

"I support you, Albus, I fully support you..."

The man said softly.

Dumbledore and Bohan stood under the school's animal head statue and chatted for a long time before Bohan bypassed him from the other side and returned to his office.

After he left, Dumbledore raised his head and exhaled white mist, then walked up the stairs from the hall.

Hoffa immediately stood out from the darkness and stopped in front of Dumbledore.
Chapter completed!