"professor."

Hoffa sat up, feeling a little uneasy.

Does he know if entering the Forbidden Forest last time was considered a violation of discipline? If it is considered a violation of discipline this time, according to the rules set by Armando Dippet, he will have his wand broken and kicked out of the school. But Dumbledore cannot

It is Gorshak who decides his fate. It is Gorshak who can decide his fate.

"Except for Rutlov, I captured the other two dark wizards."

Dumbledore said calmly: "It's just that one of them was seriously injured by Joey, and the other had his vocal cords cut off. Until now, they haven't said a word."

Hoffa's heart stopped for a beat.

Although he was a dark wizard who was cut by the Transfiguration Curse, he thought that with Dumbledore's character, he probably wouldn't appreciate him.

But Dumbledore did not delve into this issue. He said: "Dark wizards have no way to enter the Forbidden Forest. This school is shrouded in powerful protection and interference spells. They cannot enter without the help of special people. I

I suspect there is a dark wizard inside the school, what do you think about this?"

Internal response.

Hoffa looked a little confused. Why did Dumbledore ask him? He was only a first-year student. Did he think he knew any information?

He doesn't know.

Hoffa shook his head and said nothing.

Dumbledore sighed softly, seeming a little disappointed.

He added: "Principal Dippet and Vice-Principal Gorshak are in Germany right now and may be back next week. By then, I'm afraid Joey will be punished."

"Why!?" Hoffa straightened up from the bed, "He saved us."

"He put two junior students in danger. This has gone beyond the duties of a teaching staff. He may be expelled for this." Dumbledore said expressionlessly.

"He didn't know that there was a dark wizard in the Forbidden Forest. He just wanted to know the meaning of the words left by the centaurs. You can't judge the right or wrong of the cause by the results."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hoffa himself was shocked. He didn't expect why his attitude was so fierce. He had never been like this before.

Dumbledore was silent. He lowered his head and looked at Hoffa.

Suddenly, he showed a smile.

"I saw you in the Forbidden Forest that night and wondered why you were not Gryffindor. Now it seems that Ravenclaw is indeed more suitable for you."

Hoffa didn't know what he meant, so he could only purse his lips and say nothing.

Dumbledore: "You don't need to worry about the teaching staff. I came to see you today as an ordinary teacher. Hoffa, do you still remember what I said in the first class?"

Hoffa remained silent.

Dumbledore: "Be careful, Hoffa. Overdrawing magic is not the behavior of a smart wizard, and forcing the use of magic beyond the scope of capabilities is a very, very dangerous thing."

Hoffa sighed: "I understand, I will pay attention next time."

"Very good." Dumbledore stood up, and his expression softened a little.

"It's always difficult for a person to be alone in the world. Sometimes, it's not a shame to rely on your friends properly. What do you think?" He looked at Aglaia and then pushed away.

Open the door and leave the ward.

Watching Dumbledore's back disappear through the door.

Hoffa didn't move for a moment.

He was thinking and confused.

The arrow letter Joey received must not have been written by a centaur.

Who on earth designed the trap for himself or Joey?

Who is the spy Dumbledore talks about?

After a while, the clueless Hoffa fell weakly on the pillow, his mind a little confused.

He looked out the window at the Scottish mountains.

I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.

No matter who designed the trap, he has always been too passive, passively adapting to the environment, and passively accepting his fate.

Dumbledore saved him this time, but what about next time?

The unpredictable future makes him confused, and the shadows lurking in the dark make him afraid.

Hoffa wants to change something, he wants to change urgently, he wants to take more active control of his own destiny, and he doesn't want to go on like this.

He wanted to tear through the fog covering his eyes.

...

...

Soon after, with the help of meditation, Hoffa's mental damage was healed. However, Dr. Lehner insisted that he could not be discharged from the hospital until a course of treatment was completed.

In this regard, there is no difference between him and Madam Pomfrey in later generations.

Aglaia stayed in the hospital for several days. During these days, there was an endless stream of boys coming to see her. Some of them even ran around to see her several times in a row.

Those who sent flowers, fruits, cards, and chocolate frogs. Those chocolate frogs were piled on the table, forming a small mound. They were croaking wildly.

Even his transparent Ravenclaw got a little light, and he was given a small bag of fruit. The reason why he was given the fruit was that Aglaia's table could not accommodate it.

It is indeed a world based on faces.

Joey was not so lucky. Because he lived a solitary life, no one knew when he was sick. Hoffa only took part of the responsibility of taking care of him. While taking care of him, Hoffa was worried about the magical creatures he raised.

Will it starve to death if left unattended?

The last day of Dr. Lehner's treatment.

At dawn, Hoffa woke up from his bedside in the hospital.

The condition couldn't be better.

Aglaia is in good condition. Her face is rosy and she is sleeping peacefully. There is only a circle of gauze on her forehead.

But Joey's complexion is still pale, and the poisonous gas from the poisonous leopard has made him very ill. Recently, he has occasionally vomited purple venom.

After Hoffa woke up, he first poured a glass of water for Joey. If he didn't take in a lot of water, dehydration caused by vomiting would be fatal.

Looking at Joey, Hoffa was still scared. Even though so many days had passed, the shadow of the unknown still hung over his heart.

At eight o'clock for breakfast, Aglaia woke up.

But when she saw Hoffa sitting next to Joey's bed, she immediately turned over and pretended to be asleep.

She didn't pretend for long before school doctor Reiner came over with his hands in his white coat. He performed routine inspections and changed dressings for the two of them.

At this time, Aglaia could no longer pretend, so she could only sit up obediently and cooperate with Dr. Reiner's examination.

After the examination, the taciturn doctor gave a few instructions to the nurse, then put his hand in his pocket and left.

Soon, Hoffa and Aglaia were the only two conscious people left in the room.

The air fell into an awkward silence, an embarrassment enough to make Freud frown.

Hoffa pretended to check on Joey, but he had already checked on him several times and couldn't keep checking on him.

Aglaia looked at the scenery outside the window, motionless, looking like a marble sculpture.

Let alone Aglaia, it's so pitiful that even Hoffa himself doesn't know how to deal with the relationship with him.

Friend? Rival?

It seems like neither.

Although they are friends, he still finds it difficult to accept someone with such an ego as his friend. Her character is too strong and she always wants to be the boss in everything and be better than others in everything.

Saying they were rivals, Hoffa thought it was better to forget it. If they were really rivals, he wouldn't have been so angry when she "died". After experiencing life and death together, it was time for the farce between them to come to an end.

This paradoxical state between the two lasted for nearly ten minutes.

The only sound in the room is the clock ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking...

Until Joey in the bed next door coughed loudly, Hoffa and Aglaia both turned their heads and looked over. After reading, they turned to stare at each other.

"That......"

"I......"

The two of them opened and closed their mouths at the same time. Hoffa scratched his head, thinking that he was really screwed. The other person was like a female version of a mirror. He was placed in front of him.

I don’t want to face it but I have to face it.

Finally, Hoffa, who couldn't bear the awkward atmosphere, thought it would be better to leave here.

However, he just sat up.

There was a bang on the door, causing the two of them to sit upright.

An old man wearing a blue robe strode in with his hands behind his back and a pair of gray eyes full of anger.

He is the Head of House Ravenclaw.
To be continued...