147 Chapter 12, Alternative

"What's your political stance?"

The girl named Sherlock asked.

"I?"

Hoffa had never been asked that question, let alone thought about it. After being stunned for a few seconds, he said:

"Socialist, I suppose."

he said.

"Oh~"

"real?"

"interesting."

People around raised their brows.

Delphine teased: "Then you must like Roosevelt and Stalin very much."

Carlson exhaled a puff of smoke and asked, "Minister Moon has some tough policies. What do you think of others?"

"I"

Hoffa didn't know why these guys asked about him, let alone who they were talking about. I just feel that these Western children are precocious, and they talk about these issues without any ambiguity.

Before he could search his brain carefully for the answer to the question, he felt a tingle in his legs.

Looking down, the poodle of Aglaia's family came to his leg at some point, hugging his calf, sticking out his tongue, purring, and shaking wildly on his leg.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Hoffa was stunned. These pants are not his own. What should I do if they get dirty? He kicked the beast away with a resigned kick.

The distinguished guest groaned in pain, and walked away despondently with heartache.

"Buster!"

Sherlock exclaimed.

"Don't you like the current British Minister for Magic?"

Carlson frowned.

Hoffa was busy wiping the drool on his trouser legs, but didn't answer. So the people around thought that he had acquiesced to this question, and started whispering one after another.

He wiped off his saliva, raised his head, and wanted to answer the boy's question just now, but Sherlock came back with his arms around the VIP's neck.

"Bach, don't you like dogs?"

"I"

Hoffa hadn't had time to speak yet.

A boy added: "Hey, why don't you like it, he's my uncle, I think his policies are very suitable for the current environment"

Another unknown girl next to her smiled and said, "Is there any shadow for the dog?"

Hoffa quickly waved his hands: "No, no."

Girl A: "Well, I thought everyone liked dogs."

Boy A: "I don't allow you to insult Minister Leonard Moon, not anyone."

Boy B: "Come on, Bach, you are a celebrity now, you should pay more attention to your image."

Girl A: "Hey, I think he's quite shy."

Girl B: "Have you ever faced an interview without the media?"

Carlson: "Come on, those reporters from the Daily Prophet are annoying."

Girl A: "Did a big dog cast a shadow on your childhood?"

Girl B: "Doberman, Labrador? Or some magical animal similar to a dog?"

Boy A: "Have you ever seen a werewolf, Hoffa?"

Julian: "Have you ever heard of Kandinsky, the painter?"

Carlson: "Did he get shot by Muggles?"

Boy B: "In any case, the media is relatively vulgar."

Such a high-intensity conversation made Hoffa completely dizzy. He had no idea what the people around him were talking about, what information they were conveying, and he couldn't keep up with their thinking at all.

He felt that there must be a fool among these people, either himself or them.

I don't know how far the topic floated in the air, and finally, it floated to Hoffa again.

Delphine: "By the way, Bach, what kind of magic are you best at?"

"Mr. Bach."

"Mr. Bach?"

Hoffa was still thinking about the relationship between the dog and the Minister of Magic, but suddenly the topic shifted to him inexplicably, and people around him began to ask him questions.

"Bach, what are you good at?" Carlson said angrily, "Miss Delphine is asking you something."

"Hoffa is a master of transformation." Sherlock said:

"That's right, I was a teaching assistant for Hogwarts Transfiguration class last year."

The topic finally returned to a normal latitude. Hoffa wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and heaved a sigh of relief. If they wanted to talk about Transfiguration, then he could be able to communicate normally.

He pulled himself together and coughed twice.

"I am best at human body deformation, human body deformation, including the use of some mental force fields"

"Then do you read Transfiguration magazines?" Girl B asked.

"Forehead"

Hoffa was taken aback again.

"What magazine?"

"Mr. Bach, are you a little deaf?" Girl A:

""Magic Star", "Two or Three Anecdotes about Legendary Wizards", and "Agamanis Adventure Club", these are currently the best-selling metamorphosis books."

The spirit that had just been revived was extinguished like a candle in the wind. Hoffa licked his lips, trying to keep up with the rhythm of these people, but found that the topic drifted again unconsciously.

Girl A suddenly stuck to his ear: "Pass me some fruit wine, Mr. Bach~"

Girl B: "Me too, the one with cherries."

Hoffa quickly turned away from the girl who was suddenly intimate, and handed over the fruit wine.

Girl A: "Thank you, I heard that your hair used to be black."

"Yes."

"Are you born with eyes?"

"Yes."

"That's amazing."

"yes."

Hoffa was already cursing in his heart.

At this time, the woman named Delphine suddenly said: "Bach, tell us about the changes in Agmanis."

There was a rare few seconds of silence around, and all eyes were on Hoffa. Obviously, they were all shocked by the inadvertent news.

Hoffa looked at the people around him in surprise, hesitant, but after thinking about it carefully, he still sighed and squeezed out a smile:

"You see, Animagus is like this. If you take the initiative to transform, it will have little effect, but if you know enough about a certain creature, it will be enough."

"Understood. That's right!!"

Carlson interrupted Hoffa excitedly: "Remember that summer? Julian turned a flower snake into a necklace and gave it to Sherlock."

Everyone roared with laughter.

"Yes, yes, I remember that."

Sherlock laughed. "Did it change back later?"

"I even drew your expression."

"Do you still have the painting?"

"Keep it!"

The words were interrupted, the attention was diverted again, the smile on Hoffa's face gradually disappeared until it disappeared without a trace, and he became cold and stern. He is sure now, at least he is not that idiot.

After confirming this fact, the mixed voices went away from Hoffa, and he drank the drink in his glass indifferently.

Like an outsider, watching the crowd coming and going, and these young wizards jumping around like clowns.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before the erratic topic turned around him again.

Boy A: "Mr. Bach, how did you defeat that dark wizard? Did you panic?"

Girl B: "Yes, yes, I am really curious about your power."

"It's useless to have power alone. Personal power is tiny after all." Carlson said: "The wizarding world is all about exchange and harmony."

"That's because you're staying in this castle, surrounded by marble walls." Hoffa whispered indifferently.

The chattering crowd was stunned, and they all looked at Hoffa. Some girls bit half of a cherry, their lips were not closed, and some boys drank, but accidentally let the wine leak from their mouths.

"What did you say?"

Carlson stopped drinking.

"I mean, you don't care about that, that's because you can hide in the house safely, under the protection of these rules."

Sherlock: "Then how did you defeat it?"

Hoffa raised a finger, and the winter-like temperature swept across the surroundings instantly. He said coldly: "Sorry, I was talking."

Boys and girls shut up.

Hoffa walked out of the crowd and walked towards Carlson step by step: "It's like this, not everyone in the world has the conditions to hide in a big house, chat under the protection of a group of Ministry of Magic Aurors, and drink twenty A bottle of fruit wine from Garenne, pretending to be smoking a cigar sent from Cuba."

As he spoke word by word, the violent mental force field silenced the entire hall. He stood in front of Carlson, looking at him face to face. Carlson took a step back, his face was pale, and beads of sweat dripped down his face.

Repressed, silent.

Carlson trembled: "What do you want to say?"

Hoffa took the cigar from his mouth, blew on it, and stomped it out on the ground.

"I don't like the smell of smoke."

At this moment, facing those golden eyes that were as hot as the sun, the boy named Carlson panicked completely. That look made him feel humble, made him feel ashamed, the cup he held tightly in his hand shattered with a bang, he never thought that a pair of eyes would be so hot.

Is this person's heart burning?

"Hoffa!!"

However, at this moment, a shout from outside the crowd broke the chilling mental force field.

He turned his head and saw that on the revolving wooden stairs, Aglaia was wearing a lavender dress, crystal clear high heels, a silver half-moon headdress, and white gloves on her hands, placed on her lower abdomen, her collarbone and shoulders were exposed, dignified Like a princess of a kingdom.

But at this moment, she had a worried expression on her face.

After a pause, she took her skirt and hurried down the spiral stairs.

"What happened?"

She stood between Hoffa and Carlson.

Hoffa restrained his temper, and he bowed slightly, "Talk slowly."

After speaking, he turned and left the hall.

A group of people were left looking at each other in the hall, with somewhat embarrassed and embarrassed expressions on their faces, and even the adult wizards looked over curiously.

"Oh!! Merlin's beard!"

Seeing their expressions, Aglaia covered her forehead with a headache: "Did you guys bully him together?"