158 Chapter 25, Silence

On September 1st, it rained heavily in London.

The inky sky was constantly changing shape, and the rain fell on the broken steeple of the church, sending up a smoky mist that rose and fell. Thick and thin, continuous ups and downs. It flowed down the eaves again, like broken beads at first, and gradually connected into a line. There is more and more water on the ground, converging into streams.

The first floor of the broken church.

At this time, the trap door leading to the underground hotel was pushed open. A teenager wearing a gray transparent poncho came out, carrying a large bag, wearing black overalls, and had strange but dull golden eyes.

The broken canopy on the street made a violent and crisp sound, like a dump truck dumping stones down. The stones thrown up by the strong wind were mixed with the torrential rain, making it impossible to resist, and the air was filled with mineral dust and water mist.

In the rain. Hoffa stepped on the stagnant water, hanging his head.

Walking slowly along the banks of the Thames, he didn't call for a cab, and for some reason he didn't want to communicate with anyone, not even the taxi driver.

He would rather walk two more hours by himself than say a word more. The laws of nature brought about by the storm and the wind can calm him and make him feel that he is still alive.

When he arrived near King's Cross Station by water, the rain still didn't stop, but showed signs of intensifying. The surrounding water is foggy, and I can't see anything clearly.

But when he got near the steps, he realized that someone was following him behind him. The experience in Azkaban gave him extremely keen perception, even if someone in the crowd glanced at him, he felt as if a sharp knife had been added to his body.

He quickened his pace. The person behind him also quickened his pace. Hoffa walked faster, and the man behind him disappeared directly.

The disappearance startled Hoffa, and he immediately leaned his back against the wall, motionless, his fists clenched to prevent any possible abnormalities from happening.

At this time, the space in front of him was blurred.

That was the magical wave when the Disillusionment Curse was lifted.

"Oh!!"

The man jumped out, startling Hoffa.

The fingers hidden behind his back dug out five deep holes in the wall, but he still didn't show any expression on his face.

It turned out to be Miranda. She still wears those round glasses that have no prescription and are purely for pretense. Compared with last year, she has grown a lot taller, and she no longer has that little carrot head. The original maroon hair The short hair is now shoulder-length, and her fair complexion has turned into a wheat-colored skin, which seems to have been tanned during the summer vacation.

Compared with the voluptuous Aglaia, she has an indescribably neutral and mysterious beauty, which makes her always keep a certain distance from herself, but she is undoubtedly one of Hoffa's only friends .

"My God, Hoffa!"

Miranda stretched out five fingers and waved in front of Hoffa: "What's wrong with you, why are you avoiding me?"

Compared with the joy of seeing friends after seeing each other for a long time, Hoffa did not feel any fluctuations in his heart.

During the blank years in that confinement room, all his memories seemed to have been filtered several times, without any ups and downs.

"I don't know it's you. It's been a mess here recently." Hoffa said casually.

Miranda was taken aback, obviously surprised by Hoffa's attitude, and she folded her arms and looked him up and down.

"I haven't seen you for two months, so you're polite? It seems that you have practiced well in Aglaia's house."

She teased, but these words made Hoffa's skin crawl, and the unique sensitivity of women gave him a fear of being seen through.

He shivered for a while, and didn't want to speak, just lowered his head and walked silently.

Miranda frowned slightly and walked beside Hoffa. She looked at Hoffa, still not quite understanding.

Because of the heavy rain, they didn't even try to hide it, so they got into Station Nine and Three-quarters in a grand manner.

Compared with last year, the number of people at the station has decreased by nearly half. The rain curtain is like a veil, behind which lies the empty darkness. The students who were in the same body as him were only focused on their own affairs, and they didn't look like real people, but just silent figures.

At the beginning, Hoffa thought he was too early, but when he came to the carriage and sat down, Miranda said: "The number of Hogwarts students this year has been reduced by half. After the incident last year, many parents no longer Students are sent to school."

Hoffa: "Is it safer outside than Hogwarts?"

"Many wizards have immigrated to the United States, what do you think?"

Miranda looked out the window again: "I suddenly feel that Aglaia will not come this year."

"What?" Hoffa asked subconsciously.

"Do you think her family would take such a risk and send the heir to Hogwarts? I don't think so. I even doubt that she has been sent to the United States, otherwise my owl would not have been found forever she."

"Oh." Hoffa replied dryly.

He had lost his composure, and sitting with Miranda made him feel uncomfortable. This has never happened before.

"The differences during the war are too common." Miranda looked out of the window and said with emotion, "If she really went to other places, I would be happy for her, after all, Britain has become more and more dangerous."

"Yes, yes."

Hoffa smiled awkwardly.

"Have you missed her?" Miranda asked.

Hoffa shook his head silently.

"Really?" Miranda asked.

Hoffa didn't speak, he didn't even want to look up into Miranda's eyes. He didn't like this kind of questioning, he thought it was a temptation.

Miranda looked at Hoffa, and the expression on her face finally changed from doubt to solemnity. She stood up and sat beside Hoffa across from him.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Her seemingly gentle movements were like a tigress intruding into the territory of another tigress. Hoffa's muscles trembled, and he almost subconsciously wanted to get up and push her away.

She bent her neck and looked sideways at Hoffa: "Look into my eyes."

Hoffa gave him a dark sideways glance.

Miranda's palm slowly covered the back of Hoffa's hand. This action aggravated Hoffa's vigilance. His muscles tensed instantly, and all his hairs stood on end.

"What happened to the summer vacation?"

Miranda pressed against Hoffa's ear and asked softly.

This sentence dragged Hoffa into the dark prison in an instant. There was a stabbing pain in his brain, and he couldn't hold it back anymore. With a flick of his hand, he opened Miranda's palm and was about to stand up.

Miranda also grabbed his arm very quickly, and in a flash, she pressed Hoffa heavily on the train chair.

This action is almost like holding a lit match next to the explosives, and a stronger force is almost about to rebound.

Miranda knelt on the bench in the carriage, hooking his neck with one hand and holding the back of his head with the other. Trying to hold his head to his chest to calm him down.

The incense lingered on the tip of his nose, but the girl's unique body fragrance and heartbeat did not make Hoffa appreciate it. The years of confinement had made him forget too many things.

He pressed Miranda's clothes, his arms hard. Tried to tear her away, but Miranda held his head, "Tell me."

"Take it away."

Hoffa gritted his teeth in a low voice, his reason was suppressing the displeasure boiling in his heart.

"Hush."

"Shhh, get away from me."

Miranda took off his glasses, and the lines on his face changed from soft to sharp. He tried to contact Hoffa with a mental force field. This degree of temptation finally broke the bottom line.

Hoffa stopped pushing her away. Instead, he grabbed Miller's back and pulled him off the back of his head.

The two of them were pressed together heavily, almost face to face.

The golden eyes looked at the brown eyes, and the unknown emotions flowed like magma. Hoffa whispered like a nightmare: "Do you want to die?"

At this moment, the train drove into the tunnel, and the entire carriage was darkened, and the light disappeared. Miller was stunned. He and Hoffa were face to face, less than one-tenth of a centimeter away, but felt that they couldn't touch anything at all.

In the depression and silence before a volcanic eruption, a cold voice came from outside the door:

"What are you doing?"

The sound caused Miller to get up from Hoffa like an electric shock. She grabbed the glasses and put them on without hesitation, and slumped heavily on the chair at the other end of the carriage, her chest swelled violently.

Miller left, and Hoffa calmed down from the displeasure of being tempted. He turned his head and saw a girl standing at the door of the carriage.

A girl with silver hair, wearing a plaid dress with a dark diamond, and carrying a small handbag. She held on to the door frame in astonishment, her eyes turned back and forth between the two of them.

Miranda gasped for a while, then smiled weakly, "Aglaia."

Aglaia dropped the bag, sat opposite Miranda with a frown, raised her legs, "What were you doing just now?"

nothing? "

Miranda glanced at Hoffa with lingering fear, and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

Aglaia turned her head again and looked at Hoffa: "What were you doing just now?"

But Hoffa had already turned his head to look at the pouring rain outside the train window, and did not speak. Through the reflection on the glass, he could see Aglaia's blue eyes.

But he didn't want to pay attention to it. Just like seeing Miranda, the moment he saw Aglaia, he had the illusion that it seemed a world away.

Seeing that Hoffa stopped talking, Miranda gasped.

Aglaia became even more angry, and an inexplicable sense of betrayal welled up in her heart. She still couldn't tell what that feeling was, but the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

She hugged her arms, lowered her head slightly, and turned her eyes around. The three of them sat with horns, each thinking about their own affairs, and fell into an awkward silence for a while.