Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

He wanted to ask Dumbledore where he should sit, but Dumbledore had long since disappeared into 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, unexpected rescuers suddenly appeared.

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

"Sit there."

She left after speaking.

Hoffa sat down silently. Ten minutes after sitting down, Aglaia and another senior girl came over, joking and laughing, and sat next to him with a sky blue pleated skirt.

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 the 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 Christmas guest invited by Slughorn. Legend has it that the two were classmates at Hogwarts.

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

A tall boy said: "My uncle has invited him several times but he hasn't been invited. He is too busy."

Miranda across the table smiled and said, "Bout? I have heard of him. He is a good politician and a well-known pacifist."

"Yes." Aglaia 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 somewhat reckless..."

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

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

Hoffa doesn't believe in the politics of talking and talking, and he has no interest in the topic of debate among the students around him.

He sat beside Aglaia honestly, not saying a word, digging at the tablecloth under the table with his fingers.

After a while, I saw that everyone around was chatting.

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

Hoffa looked up in surprise, and Aglaia chatted with others again. The rapid state switching made Hoffa not even sure if that sentence was his 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 a chair away and said loudly, "Albert, sit here. I have prepared a small banquet for you tonight."

"Oh, you are so sweet. Coming from the ministry exhausted me..." the middle-aged wizard said.

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

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

Hoffado glanced at the man, feeling a little sympathetic to him.

Being the 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 Ministers of Magic did not end well, and 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 could 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 pretty little girl. To this end, 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 didn't know what to pray at all. He followed the others with his hands clasped together, his lips opened and closed, and he was full of words.

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

"Who is this…….?"

Asked a third-grade boy with a big waist, his face was full of dissatisfaction.

It was as if Hoffa had taken his place.

Hoffa hadn't spoken yet, and even Aglea hadn't come to speak.

"His name is Hoffa Bach. Haven't you heard of a master shapeshifter?"

Unexpectedly, it was Tom Riddle who helped him speak. He leaned back in a chair lazily, and said with a very graceful gesture: "You can only be considered ignorant if you haven't heard him."

Everyone around looked at each other.

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 said, he is not yet the future Voldemort, now he is only a small character no one cares about, just like Hoffa.

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

Hoffa didn't care what people around him were talking about or what he thought of him, all he could do was eat silently.

In the beginning, 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.

But after three rounds of drinking, 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 International Affairs Department of the Ministry of Magic and know some more advanced information. I heard that Hogwarts has captured two foreign wizards and They are locked in school, this..... hiccup...is it true?"

Albert's words caused the crowd to scream softly, and the hands of Hoffa cut the steak.

Two foreign wizards, of course he knew. It must have been the two Schmidt Rutrof's men that Dumbledore had captured. Does the Ministry of Magic already know about this?

"Ah? There's such a thing..." Slughorn laughed, why I haven't heard of it.

"Old friend, this is not right," Albert took a sip of wine and looked directly at the fat dean.

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

"For this kind of thing, Albert, you should go to Principal Dippet. He..."

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

"Amando is very busy. Since he became the principal 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 blushing with a hiccup.

"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."

As soon as Slughorn heard the topic was a little sensitive, he immediately hit the ground.

"That's natural, President Dipeter and our four colleges. They have always been very supportive of the work of the Ministry of Magic. You know, whether Hecht Welfare, or the previous Rockan McClelder, We are all……"

"Really?" Albert asked suspiciously:

"I heard that you have a teleportation array in the observatory, which specializes in transporting young wizards to some very sensitive areas. Such as Polynesia, Martinique, and Heigoland."

He shook the glass.

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

"Haha, of course-hiccups."

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

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

Albert is still nagging.

But Hoffa began to feel a little uneasy.

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

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

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

Astronomical Tower.

In his letter to himself, Indor clearly told himself that the new teleportation array at Hogwarts had been placed in the Astronomical Tower.

Now Albert mentioned the Astronomical Tower.

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.

Turning around, in Albert's boring political manifesto. The others around listened absently, Slughorn was a little embarrassed, Miranda held her cheek with the palm of her hand, and Aglaia curled her mouth with a secretly disdainful expression.

Tom Riddle was playing with forks on the table, listening to Albert talking with interest.

Hoffa stood up slowly, and he whispered to Aglaia:

"I'll go to the toilet."

Aglaia groaned.

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

As soon as he left the house, he drew his wand from his waist and tapped it on his arm.

"Dishler Falcon."

With a soft spell, Hoffa disappeared into Slughorn's office, and he slipped out of the office silently and ran across the castle.

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