Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

He wanted to ask Dumbledore where he should sit, but Dumbledore had long since disappeared in the crowd without a trace. He didn't even come to sit on the table.

Seeing the people around him sitting one after another, Hoffa's heart began to retreat a little. The sense of separation in the crowd made him more uncomfortable than the cold wind in Helheim.

However, the unexpected rescuer suddenly appeared.

Aglaia passed by him inadvertently, coughed a little, and pointed to a place.

"Sit there."

She left after speaking.

Hoffa sat down in silence. Ten minutes after sitting down, Aglaia and another senior girl came over with a joking smile, carrying a blue pleated skirt. beside.

She did not appear to be familiar with Hoffa. In fact, most of the time, Aglaia would pretend that he does not exist. He never showed signs of easing his relationship in front of anyone.

She has been chatting with people next to her. Children in this era are almost instinctive in socializing like children in later generations playing with mobile phones.

The topic of the crowd chat was a man named Albert Bout.

He is the Director of the Department of International Affairs of the Ministry of Magic and a distinguished Christmas guest invited by Slughorn. According to legend, these two people were students during the Hogwarts period.

"I can’t believe that Professor Slughorn can even invite Albert Bout."

A tall guy said: "I Uncle asked him several times. He was too busy without being invited."

The Miranda across the table said with a smile: "Bout? I have heard of him. He is a good politician and a famous pacifist."

"Yes." Aglea replied with a smile.

"I heard that he is preparing to sign a peace agreement with Germany. I don't know if it is true."

"I think the Ministry of Magic's approach is a bit rash. ......"

"I don't agree very much..."

People around me have expressed their views on the current affairs of the Ministry of Magic.

Hoffa doesn't believe in the politics of talking, and has no interest in the topics that the students around him are arguing about.

He sat obediently and honestly next to Aglaia, without a word, digging at the tablecloth under the table with his fingers.

After a while, I saw everyone around me chatting.

Aglaia suddenly lowered his head and said disdainfully: "Bout is a weak trash. His policy is nothing but compromise or protest."

Hoffa looked up in surprise. Aglaia chatted with others again. The rapid state switching made Hoffa not sure if that sentence was her own illusion.

Suddenly, there was warm applause at the door.

The chubby Slughorn walked in with a slightly bald middle-aged wizard.

The wizard looked a little cramped, but still quite happy.

Slughorn pulled up a chair and Sonorus said, "Albert, sit here, I have prepared a small banquet for you tonight."

"Oh, you are too It's sweet, coming from the ministry makes me exhausted..." said the middle-aged wizard.

The two kept holding hands and hooked their shoulders together. Many people around them greeted enthusiastically.

Albert Bout, Director of International Affairs Department of Ministry of Magic?

Hoffa took another look at the man, feeling a little sympathetic to him.

Being director of the Department of International Affairs in this era is really not a beautiful job. During the war, these high-ranking officials may become the target of public opinion at any time, and what is more, it is normal to lose their lives.

During the Voldemort War in later generations, two consecutive Ministry of Magic did not end well. One of them was tortured to death, let alone these ordinary directors.

Not long after he sat down, the table was full.

But Dumbledore still did not appear.

Hoffa can see Miranda sitting next to Albert, the Director of the International Affairs Department, chatting with him all the time, with a little fan expression.

Several boys approached Aglaia, and they all seemed to want to sit closer to this beautiful little girl. For this reason, they also looked at Hoffa with jealousy and dissatisfaction.

In their eyes, Hoffa must have arrived here early and quickly occupied the favorable terrain.

Before eating, everyone began to pray.

Hoffa doesn't know what to pray at all. He clasps his hands behind others, opens and closes his lips, masquerade as having an ability.

As soon as Slughorn finished saying his prayers, someone questioned Hoffa's identity.

"This is...?"

A tall and strong Third Year boy asked, his face full of dissatisfaction.

It's as if Hoffa has taken his place.

Hoffa hasn't spoken yet, and even Aglaia hasn't come to speak.

"His name is Hoffa.Bach. A deformed expert, haven't you heard of it?"

Unexpectedly, it was Tom Riddle who helped him speak. He drowsily leaned on the chair, and said in a very elegant manner: "I have never heard of him, but you can only be regarded as "ignorant and inexperienced"."

People all around looked at each other in blank dismay.

Hoffa was a little embarrassed. To be honest, he would rather be forgotten by everyone than Voldemort would remember.

Of course, no matter what Tom says, he is not yet the future Voldemort, now he is only a small character that nobody cares about, just like Hoffa.

At this time, the protagonists on the dinning table are Slughorn and Albert.

Hoffa doesn't care what people around him are talking about or what they think of him, all he can do is eat silently.

At first, Hoffa's attention was on food. On the one hand, he was really hungry, and on the other hand, the lace news that others said had nothing to do with him, and he was not interested.

After three rounds of alcohol, the director of the International Affairs Department drank a lot, under the influence of alcohol. He said more and more, and the topic became more and more sensitive to some sensitive areas.

Albert: "Horace, hiccup...I work in the Ministry of Magic International Affairs Department and know some more advanced information. I heard that Hogwarts caught two Foreign wizards, and locked them in school, this.....hiccup...is it true?"

Albert’s words aroused soft exclamations from the crowd. Hoffa's hands cutting steak.

Two foreign wizards, he certainly knows. It must be the two Schmidt Lutrov's men that Dumbledore had caught. Does the Ministry of Magic already know about this?

"Huh? There is such a thing..." Slughorn chuckled. Why haven't I heard of it.

"old friend, this is not right," Albert took a sip of wine and looked directly at Fat Head.

"Perhaps those foreign wizards are indeed a bit vulgar and unreasonable. However, if you encounter this kind of thing, it is better to submit the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible."

"This kind of thing, Albert You should go to Dippet headmaster. He..."

When Slughorn talked about this, Albert was a little annoyed.

"Amando is very busy. Since he became the headmaster of Hogwarts in 1793, he has been very busy every day! Even the Minister of Welfare wants to see him."

"I can understand , Albert."

Slughorn calmly poured him a glass of wine.

Albert raised his head and poured the liquor down, his face belched slightly red.

"In short, Hogwarts' attitude and position are not consistent with the current tone of the ministry. The Minister of Welfare prefers to resolve the Hogsmeade incident last time."

Slughorn listened. The topic was a little sensitive, and it was immediately rounded up.

"That’s natural, Dippet headmaster and our four houses. They have always been very supportive of the Ministry of Magic’s work. You know, Hecht. Welfare, or the previous ones. Rokan McClelder is good, we are all..."

"Really?" Albert asked suspiciously:

"I heard that you are in the observatory There is a teleportation array, which is dedicated to transporting young wizards to some very sensitive areas, such as Polynesia, Matti Nick, and Heigoland."

He shook goblet.

"This will affect the peace of the wizarding world of all countries, Slughorn, you have to tell Dippet headmaster more."

"haha, of course-hiccups."

Slughorn was a little absent-minded, his attention turned to Tom Riddle, and he handed Riddle a plate with his rough fingers.

"Eat more caviar, Tom, it's good for you."

Albert is still nagging.

But Hoffa started to feel a little uneasy.

He sits in the corner, and the dining fork is scratching circles on the ice cream without expression.

The more he thinks about it, the more he feels something is wrong.

Finally, Hoffa slowly put down the fork, he knew where the anxiety came from.

Astronomical Tower.

In the letter from Indor to himself, he clearly told himself that the new teleportation array of Hogwarts was placed in the Astronomical Tower.

Albert now mentioned the Astronomy Tower again.

He knew what the masked man was looking for.

In the snow, it exploded in the wrong place.

Now, it is looking for the correct location of the teleportation array.

Turn around, in Albert's boring political manifesto. Others around listened absently, Slughorn was a little embarrassed, Miranda held her cheek with her palm, and Aglaia curled her mouth with a secretly disdainful expression.

Tom Riddle was playing with a fork on the table, listening to Albert talking with great interest.

Hoffa lowered his head, and he began to struggle.

Painful entanglement.

He doesn't know if he should mix these things, it has nothing to do with him. But the murderous intention against himself in the Forbidden Forest once again rises in the mind, and he thinks of the inner response in Dumbledore's mouth.

He wanted to tell others all this, but found that the guy couldn't even see Dumbledore, and no one could see it except himself.

Damn it!

Gritting his teeth, Hoffa stood up slowly, and he whispered to Aglea:

"I'll go to the toilet."

Aglea Ya Hum let out a cry.

Hoffa apologized to the people around him nodded, turned and left the dinning table.

As soon as he left the house, he took out wand from his waist and knocked on his arm.

"Dishler Falcon."

With the soft spells, Hoffa disappeared into Slughorn's office. He slipped out of the office silently and was in the castle. In the stride to run.

He is going to have a look at the Astronomy Tower.