159 Chapter 26

The train began to rattle and run forward, faster and faster. In the carriage, Miranda sat slumped on the sofa, with an expression on her face that was sometimes confused and sometimes thoughtful.

Aglaia folded her arms, her eyes rolled around, and the soles of her feet quickly tapped on the ground.

Hoffa, on the other hand, is like a clay figure, indifferent to foreign affairs. The relationship between the three friends has fallen into crisis and difficulties.

Just as they were thinking about each other, there was a cheerful knock on the door.

The stalemate was broken, and the three turned their heads at the same time to see that there was a group of students standing at the door, both men and women, and they were pointing at the inside of the car through the glass with excited expressions.

The first one has long blonde hair and looks like a senior girl. She was wearing Hogwarts school robes, with a silver eagle shining brightly on the collar.

Aglaia saw her and was about to get up and open the door.

Miranda saw her action, looked at Hoffa again, her face changed, and she immediately got up: "Wait a minute, Aglaia, don't open the door."

But Aglaia snorted coldly and opened the door without hesitation. A group of people outside the door were chattering and jokingly pouring in.

The leading blonde girl said in surprise, "Aglaia, I thought Aunt Elise sent you to America."

"Why, Sherlock, you wish I could leave?" Aglaia looked unhappy.

"Don't tell me that your family doesn't think so."

Sherlock spread his palms.

"They have it but you are not allowed to have it," Aglea said forcefully.

"Okay, I'm guilty, hee hee."

Sherlock raised her hands in surrender, then she hugged Aglaia, pulled Aglaia to her side with a smile, pointed to Miranda and asked, "This is, the magic genius."

Aglaia looked at Miranda and said in a low voice, "Yes, a magic genius. Miranda Goshack."

She intentionally or unintentionally bit Miranda's surname heavily.

Miranda didn't care about Aglaia's little emotions, she still locked Hoffa out of the corner of her eye, and nodded to Sherlock. "Hello, Prefect Bohan."

The tall girl also nodded to Miranda, but her eyes stayed on Hoffa by the window. Hoffa sat in his seat and didn't move.

"Hey, Hoffa."

The female prefect took a step forward and patted Hoffa on the shoulder: "Long time no see. After the last birthday party, you ran away and disappeared."

Hoffa turned her head mechanically, and she could see a seemingly bright smiling face and a group of excited juniors behind her.

His eyes fell on the palm of his shoulder, and he said coldly: "Is there something wrong?"

The female grade leader laughed, but didn't take her palm away:

"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do? These students want to get to know you. They all come here for fame, and want to see Hoffa Bach who released the legendary shield."

After speaking, she pressed Hoffa's shoulder and forcibly pulled him up. Watching her movements, Miranda stopped breathing.

Just as Hoffa was about to struggle, Sherlock grabbed his shoulders involuntarily, bit his ear, and whispered softly: "These are all Hogwarts juniors, set a good example."

This sentence was like a binding spell, and Hoffa's body shook. He thought of Dumbledore and didn't move.

Sherlock pressed Hoffa and pushed him into the crowd. Immediately, the group of students who saw him cheered excitedly, shouting and screaming eagerly, just like the idols of later generations seeing their idols.

"Hoffa, I adore you so much!"

"Hoffa, can you sign me?"

"Hoffa, what constellation are you from?"

"Hoffa, Hoffa! When's your birthday?"

"Hoffa, do you have a girlfriend?"

Hoffa"

Hoffa forced a smile, trying to say hello to these people kindly.

However, in a trance, their excited smiling faces overlapped with those fanatical prisoners in Azkaban. Hoffa suddenly realized that the prisoners were basically no different from these students, they were all human beings.

This discovery made him a little breathless, and even a little panicked. He pushed away the two students who wanted to sign: "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to urinate, I'm going to the toilet."

After speaking, he opened and closed the door, and walked out of the car without looking back.

A group of eager students were left standing there, looking at each other. This idol seems to be different from what they imagined.

The storm was now at its peak, perhaps at its maximum intensity. There was no light in the cloudy sky outside.

Under the dark background, the transparent glass seems to be a mirror, and the self in the mirror has golden eyes and gray hair.

It's just that at this moment, those golden eyes are dim and gloomy.

Looking at the crazy torrential rain outside, he pressed his forehead against the window, closed his eyes, and tried to calm down his irritable thoughts with low temperature.

The chattering cheers and admiration behind him sounded no different to the sound of prisoners jerking off in prison. Pointless and full of malice.

The adventures and fears of these times overwhelmed his spirit, and some subtle thoughts drilled into his mind unconsciously.

He didn't want to be disturbed by these inexplicable relationships. These meaningless exchanges and emotions complicate life, complicate thoughts, and eventually lose oneself.

"leave."

"Jump off the train."

"Leave this place of right and wrong."

"Let's fly freely together."

Bang bang, the train passed by a protruding rivet, and it shook. Hoffa opened his eyes, showing a gloomy and obscure look in his eyes. He didn't want to go back to that car, he wanted to walk around alone.

The train was running towards Scotland without stopping, and he began to walk in the long corridor of the train. The laughing crowd in the carriage saw the young man walking past the window, and some became excited, and some even stuck their heads out to greet him .

Hoffa responded a little reluctantly, and immediately returned to a deadpan state after laughing, like a puppet wearing a mask. The feeling of wanting to be alone is getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, he found an empty carriage. It is not right to say that it is empty, because there is a smoking boy standing outside the carriage. He is wearing a relaxed plaid shirt, as thin as a drug addict, has silver hair similar to Aglaia, and has a decadent appearance. beauty.

He stood alone at the door of the empty carriage with his arms folded, staring at the pouring rain outside the train.

The moment the two passed by, he glanced at Hoffa, and rarely greeted him.