Hoffa looked at Chloe. He hadn't seen her for more than a year. She was much more mature than before. She now really has some kind of divine temperament...

"No...I won't kill you."

He said: "You don't have to think about this anymore."

He said and started rowing with concentration.

Chloe shook her head and said nothing more. She wrapped the shawl around Hoffa's shoulders and followed him to the other side of the frozen fjord.

The two quickly arrived at the other side of the fjord. To their surprise, Hoffa did not encounter any interrogation here. It was completely different from the other side where the wind was rife.

He could see scores of wizards happily lighting fires and roasting food on the beach, as if celebrating victory. However, some of them celebrated their victory in a very strange way.

Several wizards in black robes chased several pale-faced girls by the fire. The girls were shivering in the cold night, and their clothes were stripped to pieces. They were crying and trying to attract people in vain.

Rescue, but this only made the wizards more excited.

From Tatora's words, Hoffa knew that in this era, under the rule of Silby, wizards should be at war with Muggles. Those Muggle girls should have been kidnapped from conquered areas.

One of them held down a girl, and with a lewd smile, he took out some pink potion powder from his robe, which was probably the precursor of the love potion, and applied it on the girl's face.

Immediately, the skin of those girls glowed pink, their eyes were dazzled, and they stood up involuntarily, changing from passive to active.

But the wizards laughed and ran away, or used violence against the girls in heat, punching, kicking, or whipping them, treating them completely like animals.

When they got tired of playing, the wizards would kill them by the fire, throw them into the sea, or simply burn them to ashes with magic potions.

Hoffa stood in the distance and watched those primitive, barbaric, and uncivilized activities, with a rare lack of emotion in his heart.

On the one hand, he knew that this happened a thousand years ago, and on the other hand, he knew that in ancient times, war was like this. The winner killed the loser, and then took the loser's women and wealth for himself.

In fact, before industrial society, human beings' instinct was to conquer, kill, plunder and destroy.

They are like a group of lemmings, breeding like crazy when the year is good. When the year is bad, the population expands to the point that the land cannot accommodate it, and the population has to decline. How to decline? Through wars, famines, plagues, and other disasters.

In the fourteenth century, Europe was hit by the Black Death. In less than ten years, the entire European population dropped by one-third.

The cycle goes on and on, reproduction, war, death, and rebirth.

It was not until the Industrial Revolution, or even further back, that wars, plagues and famines slowly disappeared.

This is not that human beings have changed, but that productivity has increased. Those violent natures of conquering, killing, plundering and destroying have been replaced by gentler desires, the desire to make money.

It is ridiculous to ask ancient people to use modern vision or moral standards, because the environment is completely different.

Hoffa has long passed the age of black and white or binary opposition. He has experienced too much and has seen too many terrible things that humans do to their own kind, and he has long been indifferent to it.

Now, he just wants to fulfill his responsibility, that is, to figure out Silby's goal and then stop him.

Everything else has nothing to do with him.

He calmly passed by the group of wizards without looking sideways.

But Chloe on his shoulder turned to look at the group of wizards and girls with emotion, and couldn't help sighing.

Not long after, he saw the largest one among the endless tents. It lit up orange lights in the dark night, as if silently announcing the residence of the most powerful person.

The main event is here.

After searching for so long, he finally found Silby's location. He was extremely alert and vigilant, straightened his expression, turned into an ordinary patrolling wizard, and walked towards the tent.

When he approached the tent, he heard a vague quarrel coming from the tent. As he approached, the quarrel became more intense.

...

"After delaying and delaying, when will we be able to attack?"

Someone shouted angrily in the tent.

Hoffa stuck in front of the big tent and opened the curtain slightly.

The speaker was a man wearing a red cloak with a golden sword in his waist. He had golden hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard. He looked very masculine.

"I've had enough, really enough!"

However, the masculine guy looked extremely anxious at the moment: "If this drags on any longer, the wizards under our control will soon become adults! Yesterday, I actually saw them taking advantage of Muggles for fun. It's really unreasonable!"

Calm down, friend." A short man in green robes sat on the chair opposite, holding a book and swaying indifferently: "You can't punish our lovely subordinates for a few Muggles.

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"Are we going to let them waste their energy like this?" The man in the red cloak swayed irritably.

The man in green robe remained unmoved and leisurely turned a page of the book: "Didn't we agree that we would attack at dawn?"

"Dawn!"

The irritable man in red robe banged the table: "It's been a week and it's not dawn yet. Are you sure it's not..."

The man in red robe lowered his voice and said suspiciously: "What on earth is he thinking? Is he playing tricks on us?"

Snap!

The short man in green robe closed the book in his hand and sneered: "When you first recognized the king, you surrendered faster than anyone else, but now you are suspicious here."

He pointed at the nose of the man in the red cloak and cursed: "If he said we should act at dawn, we should act at dawn. Why are you so anxious? If the sky falls, the king will hold it up, right?"

"You! Oops!" The man in the red cloak sat down on the chair angrily, crossed his arms angrily, and ignored the man in the green robe.

At this time, in the corner of the tent, a soft and worried voice said: "Don't make any noise, he hasn't eaten much for a month. He must have something on his mind."

Hoffa followed the voice and looked over. It was a fat, middle-aged witch with a rich appearance. She was sitting in the fireplace, holding a piece of fabric that looked like a scarf in her hand.

She sighed and put down the fabric, and said sadly: "He only drinks a little milk every day for a whole month. What will happen if this goes on for a long time?"

"You care about him, he's an adult."

After the man in green robe scolded the man in cloak, he lazily read a book, "As long as he can defeat the church and fulfill his promise to us, under this premise, he can do whatever he wants. Not to mention drinking milk.

Even if he wants to drink a virgin’s breast milk, I will express it for him.”

When he said this, both the man in the red cloak and the rich woman were unhappy.

The man in the cloak shook his head angrily, "Let me tell you, we have been getting along for so many years, can you be a little bit more humane? The past is in the past, is it necessary to be so bitter about it?"

The man in green robe retorted without hesitation: "Who said I'm grudge? It's as if you can force him to eat!"

"you!"

"Stop it, stop it!"

The rich woman covered her ears with her hands. You are so annoying. Can you talk properly? Why do you keep making noises?

Through the small crack in the tent, Hoffa saw the three noisy people inside. He was filled with emotions for a moment.

There is no doubt that the one wearing a red cloak and carrying a silver sword on his waist must be Godric Gryffindor.

And the one wearing green robes and speaking nonchalantly must be Salazar Slytherin. Hoffa thought that the founder of the Snake Yard would be more majestic than he imagined.

As for the fat woman sitting in the corner, knitting a scarf, Hoffa identified her as Hufflepuff.

In the second grade, Hoffa once saw the consciousness fragments left by the four founders in the Hogwarts Orb, but this was completely different from seeing real people.

It's just that... among the four people, there seems to be one missing.

As soon as the thought came up, a cold question came from behind: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

Hearing the sound, Hoffa looked back.

Ho!

The remaining person was standing behind him.

The founder of Ravenclaw House, Ronay Ravenclaw, was wearing a neat light blue robe, with short silver hair, a tall and thin figure, and some prominent cheekbones. He didn't look like that

She is a beauty in the worldly sense, but her pupils are deep and her eyes are sharp. She has a breathtaking aura.

Seeing the founder of his college, Hoffa straightened his back slightly and saluted her: "I heard a quarrel in the tent, Lord Ravenclaw."

"The night wizard?"

Ravenclaw's eyes softened a little, and she didn't know why, but the young wizard's black eyes made her very fond of him.

"Um."

Hoffa nodded.

Only then did he notice that Ravenclaw was holding a small earthenware jar. There was steaming milky white liquid in the earthenware jar.

"They are used to noisy," Ravenclaw said: "Do your own thing and don't be distracted by other things."

"I see."

Hoffa stood there and opened the tent for Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw walked into the tent with a small earthen jar, and Hufflepuff immediately stood up. "Why did you bring it back again?" Hufflepuff asked worriedly.

"He doesn't want it," Ravenclaw said coldly, placing the small crock in his hand on the table.

"Yeah." Hufflepuff sat down on the chair and rubbed his forehead with a sad look on his face: "How can you let your temper be so easy?"

Gryffindor straightened up in front of the long table, frowned and asked: "Ronay, you are the closest to him. You can guess his thoughts right every time. So tell us, what is going on with him now?"

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To be continued...