Indra pulled Hoffa's school robe, the weak flame in the tavern's fireplace crackled, and the shadows on the wall swayed, forming a strange pattern. The two of them were in a deadlock for a while.

Finally, Indra let go of his hand and said sadly:

"In that case, then you can go and just pretend that I don't know you as a friend."

"What do you mean?" Hoffa asked with narrowed eyes.

"You value yourself more than anything else. Do you know what the situation is outside now..."

"Don't blame me." Hoffa was unhappy. "You can't talk to any sane student about this, okay? Also, if you really want to enter the school, why don't you find someone?

What senior student, didn’t you say you had any ex-partners..."

"Dead! All dead!" Indra waved his hand irritably.

"You are the only Hogwarts student I know, the others are all dead."

Hoffa was startled.

"Are you so unlucky?"

"Okay, are you willing to help me see Dippet and give me permission?" Indra began to walk around the room irritably.

"No," Hoffa said. "I'm just here to meet my friends."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to restore his magic power through meditation.

Hoffa knows better than anyone how strict Hogwarts is in this era. Newt Scamander, Rubeus Hagrid, these outstanding students have not been treated extrajudicially because of their behavior.

, they were all expelled for violating school rules.

Indra tugged on his ears angrily, fell on the bed with a sigh, buried his head in the pillow, and said in a low voice: "You are so self-centered!"

"Hmm, I'm Ravenclaw." Hoffa said.

Ravenclaw...the elf seemed to have thought of something, and he smiled bitterly.

Then he got up from the bed: "Okay, okay, you have to rest quickly and go back to school before it gets dark. I will think of other ways to see Dippet."

...

...

Leaving Hogsmeade still requires invisibility. With the help of Milarepa Walker's meditation method, Hoffa's magic power quickly recovered.

The consumption of the Illusion Body Curse is quite astonishing.

The little magic power I have is only enough to last about half an hour.

Hoffa has never overdrawn his magic power, and he doesn't know how long it will take to recover after overdrawing his magic power.

He could only breathe continuously.

Indra did not disturb Hoffa. He lay on the bed, and time passed by like this.

The sky outside is gradually getting dark. The streets of Hogsmeade are gradually becoming deserted, and the number of pedestrians has begun to decrease. The students have long returned to Hogwarts.

But Hoffa still didn't wake up.

Suddenly, Indra's long ears perked up, as if he heard something. He immediately changed back to his original shape, walked quickly to the curtain, opened the curtain a small crack, and looked at the black night scene outside the window.

After lowering the curtains, he looked at Hoffa again and walked around the room anxiously.

At this time, a trace of smoke slowly spread out. It came from nowhere, and just like that, it gradually began to rise in the streets of Hogsmeade Village.

Slowly permeated the room where Hoffa was.

Indra's expression changed, and he did not dare to delay it any longer.

He walked quickly to the bed and shook Hoffa's shoulders vigorously.

He said anxiously: "Wake up, wake up, Hoffa."

Hoffa was woken up by Indor from recovering his magic power, and asked with some displeasure: "What are you doing?"

Indra said in a panic: "I didn't tell you that a group of German black witches are following me. I'm afraid they have arrived near here now."

Hoffa was shocked: "Are you kidding me when dark wizards enter Hogsmeade? They are not afraid...?"

At this time, traces of milky white smoke drifted in from the cracks in the window. Hoffa smelled a faint smell of burning embers. The goblin covered Hoffa's mouth and nose, and whispered with extreme horror: "First

Don’t breathe, water, hurry up!”

As he spoke, he tore off two pieces of sheets and handed them to Hoffa.

Hoffa looked solemn, and he took out his wand and clicked it.

"Clear water is like a spring."

A spring of clear water gushes down from the wand, and Indra wets the rags and pricks them on his and Hoffa's faces.

Hoffa asked in a deep voice: "How many are there?"

Indra pulled Hoffa to the window and opened the curtains a small crack.

"Three."

He whispered: "This mist is the poisonous gas of the poisonous leopard. It can cause fatal neurological diseases. It only takes a little bit to bring down the entire village. The only weakness is water."

His words made Hoffa's heart palpitate.

It's completely dark outside.

The dark town had fallen into an eerie silence at this moment.

He came to the window and took a look, and saw that the fog was filling from bottom to top outside, and in the thick fog, there were three very tall figures walking slowly. They were wearing pointed black hoods, holding hands in their hands.

Carrying an ancient lantern.

Two streets ahead of Two Broomsticks.

As a bright light suddenly lit up, the owl pounced on Brother Lengling and fled screaming. The post office was blown to pieces with a magic spell, and rubble flew everywhere.

German:Eristhier.(right here)

German: Suchtihngetre

t!(Separately search)

Weird language came from the thick fog in the distance. The voice was cold and mechanical. It sounded like a robot giving orders using code.

Hoffa had no idea what these people were talking about, but the only thing he knew was that something was seriously wrong.

There was no reaction from the residents here, and there was no sound from below the tavern.

On the street, three figures dispersed, one of them walked slowly towards the two brooms, while the other two went in other directions.

Indra said in a very low voice in Hoffa's ear: "Schmidt Rottruf. A dangerous dark wizard wanted by the British Ministry of Magic. Grindelwald's right-hand man. He is especially good at magical biology. You must do it."

Don’t breathe the smoke directly here.”

Before Hoffa could speak.

A hooded man stood in front of two brooms, holding a lantern and looking around.

Sticking it to the seam of the window, Hoffa saw a large red * tattooed on the man's arm.

Hoffa's face was expressionless, but in fact he was anxious and flustered inside.

Indra, the disaster star, actually attracted such people here.

Dark wizard, that's no joke. If you don't have diamonds, you can't do porcelain work. No one in this world who has any ability dares to call himself a dark wizard.

These three guys took down everyone in Hogsmeade before they even started. Their strength was beyond what a first-year student and a liar goblin could compete with.

"Is there anything you can do?" Indra asked anxiously.

"Can't you disapparate?" Hoffa asked in a low voice.

"No, the fluctuations in the Apparition magic are too obvious, and the three of them will definitely notice it." Indra said in a low voice. When I came here, I came by boat and didn't dare to Apparate because they would follow the magic fluctuations.

Follow the Apparition, and once discovered, you won't be able to run away."

"What have you done!?" Hoffa gritted his teeth and grabbed the goblin's collar, lowering his voice, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Deliberately?" the goblin angrily hit her head back, "I deliberately...deliberately went to Gringotts to defraud money, and deliberately got chased by German wizards. How could I be so mean! I'm afraid you're not out of your mind, and the world will soon be in chaos.

Yes, you still said something about me..."

"Okay, okay, shut up!"

Hoffa rubbed his forehead and looked sideways at the tall man who was getting closer and closer outside the window. He had a headache that seemed to split open.

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's not okay to stay like this. We have to get out of here quickly."

"Where to go?" Indra asked.
Chapter completed!