After learning Grindelwald's spell, Hoffa said goodbye to Joey and rushed to school quickly. He hoped to tell Gorshak about this and get more information about Miller and Grindelwald.

However, when he ran to school out of breath, the school suddenly became empty. He ran to his Charms classroom, and the classroom was also empty.

He wanted to ask other teachers, so he ran to the third floor with the most teachers' offices. Not only was it empty, but he also found that the door to Slughorn's office was open, and it was a mess inside, with all kinds of precious artifacts being covered up.

It was smashed into such a mess that it was shocking to see.

Hoffa stepped on the glass pieces on the ground and looked around. He saw no one in the office, and he began to feel a little uneasy.

what happened?

He quickly rushed to the school hall. When he reached the hall, he finally saw one or two senior students hurriedly walking out in the corridor.

Hoffa rushed over and grabbed a senior student and said anxiously: "Hey, where are the people? Where are the teachers and students in the school?"

The student looked at him as if he was mentally retarded.

"Are you stupid? Today is the Quidditch final. Why are you staying here if you don't want to watch the final?"

finals?

Hoffa was a little confused.

He remembered the day of the Quidditch final clearly, and Aglaia reminded him of it almost every day. It should be next week, so why did it suddenly start a week early?

"Professor Dumbledore has moved up the schedule for the finals. I don't know if that's normal."

A Hufflepuff girl next to her hit the boy, and then said gently to Hofa: "Today is the school Quidditch final. The two sides in the final are Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Do you want to come and watch it together?"

"

Final, are Gorshak and other professors watching the Quidditch final?

Hoffa followed several senior students and quickly ran to the final venue. Sure enough, the place was already crowded with people. Under the bright sun, blue eagle flags and red lion flags were floating in the air.

He didn't see Gorshak, nor did the other teachers. He only saw the tall, curly-haired Quidditch teacher Palio, with two rows of Quidditch players standing beside him.

Ravenclaw in blue, and Gryffindor in red.

At this moment, Aglaia was standing on the lawn holding a broomstick, looking left and right. She was holding a brand new broomstick, and there were several large gilded characters on the handle of the broomstick.

Oak Arrow - 79

Seeing Hoffa running from the castle, Aglaia immediately stood up on tiptoes, then quickly walked out of the team members holding a broomstick.

"Hey! Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time."

This time, she no longer cared about the eyes of the people around her and said anxiously.

"I want to find Gorshak. Will Gorshak watch the game again?" Hoffa asked.

Aglaia stamped her feet anxiously.

"Oh, don't worry about Gorsak, all the deans and principals have gone to Romania today."

Hoffa's face paled slightly, and his excitement about learning the Broken Grip was dashed by the news. He had recently been obsessed with learning spells and taking care of Maya, and he didn't realize that May was coming so quickly!

"Could it be..."

Aglaia took a few deep breaths and said in a deep voice: "Miranda is missing."

Hoffa looked a little pale.

Aglaia: "I haven't seen her since I woke up in the morning, but she left me a note."

After speaking, she handed the note to Hoffa.

【Let’s go, I can’t control it anymore. 】

Hoffa staggered a bit and his eyes widened.

"Damn it! As soon as these professors left, that guy Miller couldn't hide anymore!?"

Aglaia seemed calm. She took out a gray cloth bag from her pocket and handed it to Hoffa.

"This is the magic recovery potion. Hurry, go find her. I have asked the owl to notify St. Mungo's. They will send someone here soon."

Hoffa took the cloth bag and opened it.

It is filled with more than a dozen tubes of magic recovery potion.

Before he could thank Aglaia, Hoffa immediately asked: "Where's Dumbledore?"

He knew that Principal Dippet left Dumbledore behind and asked him to look after the school.

Aglaia pointed her finger to the heights and said quickly: "Dumbledore notified us to start the finals in advance. He probably felt something and was worried about letting us stay dispersed inside the school, so he found a reason to gather us together."

Hoffa looked along Aglaia's finger.

Sure enough, he saw Dumbledore high up in the stands, but his expression was solemn, not the usual excitement before watching the stadium.

Hoffa immediately understood why Dumbledore did this. Although he couldn't see Miller, he could feel his presence. Does this mean something was about to happen?

Miranda must be found.

Hoffa picked up the cloth bag, turned around and ran away.

"Be careful!" Aglaia's voice came from behind.

But Hoffa no longer cared about answering.

He quickly rushed into the empty castle of the school.

The mental field is fully open.

Within a fifty-meter radius covered by his mental force field, all items seemed to be alive. All kinds of information were pouring into Hoffa's brain.

Yes, he felt that breath, the dark spiritual energy.

It's around me, and it's tending to become more and more intense.

Not long after running, he followed the scent and saw Miller walking slowly among the steps of Ravenclaw Tower. As he walked, he was spinning a thick black wooden stick in his hand like a pencil.

Hoffa's face turned pale when he saw the wooden stick.

It stole Schmidt Ruttloff's wand from his dormitory.

Miller saw him too, raised his wand and waved to him ostentatiously.

Needless to say.

This time, Hoffa chased after him without hesitation.

He has been waiting for this day for so many months.

With more than a dozen tubes of magic recovery potions, he no longer fears the opponent at all.

Miller was very calm. He lit the railing with his wand and walked leisurely through the castle.

From time to time, it turned over and jumped off the handrail, and with the help of the spiral staircase, it quickly changed its position.

Hoffa also imitated it and jumped off the railing, but Miller smiled sarcastically and tapped the wall with Schmidt's wand.

Suddenly, a staircase that came to pick up Hoffa stopped in mid-air. Hoffa fell straight down seven stories.

Although this sudden change was not what Hoffa expected, he did not panic. He flicked his wand and turned it into a long whip, which was firmly tied to the stone eagle statue on the castle wall. It swayed and stopped.

mid-air.

There was no point of focus in the air, so Hoffa narrowed his eyes. Under the guidance of the mental force field, a stone hand naturally grew out of the wall and caught Hoffa in mid-air. Hoffa stepped on the wall of the castle, several feet above the ground.

Ten feet tall.

The long whip transformed by the wand slowly retracted.

The oil paintings on the walls made people marvel.

Miller also tilted his head, and only his mouth and face conveyed a hint of astonishment.

Then, it raised the corners of its mouth slightly, nodded to Hoffa, and quickly turned around and left.

Hoffa took great strides to catch up. He ran on the wall like this. Every time he took a step, a stepping stone would naturally grow under his feet to help him pursue quickly.

Miller's speed is also getting faster and faster.

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly and became familiar. Hoffa followed Miller to the club tower of the school, where Miller disappeared without a trace.

But Hoffa knew where it went.

Deep in the club tower, the door to the secret room of the Violet Club opened. What did Miller want to do when he brought himself here?

Hoffa slowed down and walked cautiously.

This is the second time he has entered the inner sanctum of the society.

Deep in the dark square basement.

As the brazier on the wall swayed, Miller sat on the stone platform and looked at Hoffa with interest.

"I am becoming more and more interested in you. It has only been a few months and the progress is rapid." It said softly.

Hoffa didn't answer, he looked around.

This place is different from last time. In addition to the oil paintings, there are several thick iron chains scattered on the ground, and there are some dark brown mottled bloodstains on the ground. It seems that several people have been imprisoned here.
To be continued...