270 Chapter 70

It took a long time for Hoffa to get used to his peculiar short vacation, which lasted for a year, maybe four or five years.

But these days, he can eat whatever he wants and sleep whenever he wants, as long as he is not afraid of nightmares. He can even lie in bed all day without getting up.

But he still doesn't want to have nightmares, so he uses meditation to replace sleep almost every day. Since he died once before and was rescued by the God of Night, he can hardly see the sun, so he usually meditates during the day and sleeps at night. Then go shopping and buy some food at the 24-hour convenience store.

Fortunately, London is an international city with a rich nightlife, but don't get me wrong, there are many high-ranking Muggle officials in the vicinity of Downing Street, there must be no red-light district, and there is no mess.

Because it was wartime, it was normal for those high-ranking officials to work overtime until late at night. For a senior official to work overtime, it meant that his subordinates would also have to work overtime, so the night here was surprisingly lively.

He could often see vehicles coming in and out behind the closed iron fence in Downing Street, going back and forth. He even saw with his own eyes the fat man with a big belly, wearing a black top hat and holding a scepter, getting out of a black Daimler DB18 and entering and exiting Downing Street.

When I met him for the first time, he was so novel. This is a figure who is as famous as Stalin, Roosevelt, and Hitler. In the past, he could only be seen in history books and look at photos.

But after a few days, he got used to it. Due to his excellent hearing ability, occasionally in the middle of the night, he could even hear Churchill at No. 10 Downing Street screaming something into the phone in the distance, followed by the sound of the secretary tapping the printer . Sometimes he can still hear the toilet flushing and his cursing and smoking.

On a street walking along Big Ben, there are many hidden but very high-standard restaurants and bars that are open 24 hours a day. Even if no one goes in, the interiors are lit with elegant and soft orange lights.

It's just that after going in and trying it once, Hoffa was taken aback by the prices on the menu. He felt that he could only spend his daily consumption here if he killed himself and then exchanged his head for money for the police.

Of course, there are also many clothing stores here, all of which are very high-end custom-made handmade suit shops. I don’t know if I’m used to it or I’m not old enough. Hoffa always doesn’t like the kind of very formal-looking suits. Riddle would wear it and it would fit perfectly.

What he likes most is the simplest work clothes or casual suits. Maybe he is inherently socialist, and those suits with sharp logos always make him feel a little breathless.

On the second night of staying at Miranda's house, he asked Miranda to take him to the Portobello Road Market in London on a motorcycle, where he changed into clean and tidy clothes. Miranda tried his best to help him choose, but because of his earrings and hair color, no matter how he matched them, he looked very messy. In Miranda's words, he was simply a wandering artist, and he was not allowed to go to formal occasions.

When Miranda stayed with him, she vowed to cook him breakfast every day, but the fact is that she is not a hardworking girl, she usually sleeps until the sun is high before getting up, and when she wakes up, she will find that, Hoffa's door was locked and could not be knocked open.

In fact, she rarely sees Hoffa himself, because the two people's routines are completely opposite. During the day, she would go to perform the patrol and protection tasks arranged by Hogwarts, and she would only come back at dinner time, chatting about what happened during the day, or going shopping together, shopping, and eating supper Night or something.

Hoffa did not tell Miranda what happened to him. He felt that what happened to him was unacceptable to most people. Fortunately, Miranda didn't ask him much why he always slept during the day. Maybe she just wished that Hoffa had been running outside all the time, so he was exhausted.

The short and joyful holiday is as fast as taking a rocket. Before Hoffa can taste it, Christmas comes in a blink of an eye. This made him even suspect that Mance was still alive, secretly manipulating time to move forward at a hundred times faster.

On Christmas Eve, Hoffa deliberately didn't meditate much during the day. Before the first snowflakes fell on the window edge, he came downstairs early because he heard another man's voice in the living room.

When he came to the dining room with his eyes squinted against the sun, the old professor Adebe Gorshak, who had been away for three years, was already sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper.

He was tall, wearing a homely gray robe, holding a newspaper in his hand, and his short gray hair looked a little bald in the sun.

Adebe Gorshack, the former vice-principal of Hogwarts, head of Ravenclaw, and the grandfather of Miranda Gorshack, the only surviving relative. He was his first-year spell teacher, and he also gave himself Grindelwald's spell, Broken Grip. However, when he was in the second grade, he temporarily handed over the post of dean to Dumbledore because of the war, and he went to the Soviet Union to perform unknown tasks. This was the first time Hoffa had seen him after four years.

"Professor Goshawk."

Hoffa quickened his pace and came to the table.

"Bach, you got up so early today?"

Adebe didn't show the slightest surprise at his arrival. It was so flat that it didn't look like three years since we hadn't seen each other, but it seemed like three days. "I heard from Miranda that you sleep until the afternoon every day."

"That's not the case."

Hoffa covered his head with his hands and smiled sarcastically.

Compared to the calmness of the old professor, he seemed much more cramped. After all, he is the guest, and he is the actual owner of the house. I stayed at his house for so many days, but I couldn't say hello to him, I was really embarrassed.

"Are you still used to living there?" Professor Gosak asked.

"Very good," Hoffa said. "Miranda is good, Petty is good."

"That's good," Professor Goshack nodded expressionlessly, and he picked up the wand at hand and waved it a little. The chair under the table automatically ran under his buttocks.

"sit."

Adbe put down the newspaper and said briefly.

Hoffa sat at the dining table, the Christmas sun shone on his face through the snowflakes on the glass, making him feel a burning pain involuntarily.

At this time, Miranda also woke up. She stepped on her slippers and walked upstairs, still wearing the obsidian earrings and her newly learned dark lips.

When she saw Professor Gosak, she sat down at the sunny corner of the dining table without saying hello, and said good morning to Hoffa. Seeing her like this, Adebe Gorshack frowned.

Hoffa was very grateful that Miranda had accidentally blocked the sun for him, but at the same time, he also felt that the atmosphere in the restaurant was a bit tense. He knew that the two men had a different personality. After skipping Charms class for a whole year, he believed that the departure of the second-year professor Goshak was largely due to the fact that he had nothing to do with his granddaughter, so he took the initiative to let her go.

Hoffa knew that the Gosack family was actually a German family, which migrated to England after the First World War. The old professor more or less retained some of the rigidity and seriousness of German men. Sometimes he also thinks that the German nation is very strange. On the one hand, they will produce some rigid, very measured, and very rigorous people, just like Professor Gosack.

But at the same time, the opposite will also produce very rebellious bands and singers. They resist all day long, but the core of resistance is difficult for Hoffa, an outsider, to understand. Perhaps for the more elegant and traditional British, It's also hard to understand. But he felt that Miranda had a tendency to develop in that direction.

At this time, Petty the house elf came out of the kitchen. She was carrying a large tray and diligently placed food on the dining table. The breakfast was much richer than usual. There is bread, bacon, orange juice, milk, oatmeal.

"Running outside must have suffered a lot."

Adbe took the initiative to get up and add bacon to Hoffa's plate: "I think you look a little pale."

"No, fortunately, no need, I will do it myself."

Hoffa was flattered, and quickly got up to take the plate, and took two slices himself.

"Um."

Adebe sat back in his seat and looked Hoffa up and down: "I've heard about you. You have made great progress in the past two years, and I am very pleased."

Hoffa chewed on the bacon, and his eyes fell on Adbey's newspaper, which was the one Miranda had shown him, about Bournemouth. No doubt he also thought he had done it, and judging by the admiration in his eyes, he thought it was an improvement.

"well enough."

Hoffa said politely. He took the milk from the elf and asked friendlyly, "By the way, why did you go to the Ministry of Magic?"

"This is also the arrangement of the above. It is the same as when I went to the Soviet Union. I just acted on orders." Adbe said indifferently, "But after the Ministry of Magic is over, I still want to go back to Hogwarts."

The old professor said, he lowered his head and drank the fruit oatmeal on his plate, but it was useless to make the slightest sound. That poker face is the same as when he first entered school, and it can make everyone who sees him fear.

So he stopped talking, bowed his head and drank the cereal.

Suddenly, there was a cold on the instep.

Hoffa couldn't help but glanced at Miranda, and found that she was spreading jam on the bread seriously. Although his face was expressionless, he stomped on his feet dishonestly, and used his toes to draw circles on the instep of his feet, tickling and playing tricks.

He angrily stepped on Miranda, not letting her move.

But she kicked both feet over. Hoffa couldn't help but put his knees on the table, his feet dangling in the air, and curled up to drink porridge. When she can't kick herself.

Adebe Gorshack glanced at the two of them, then shook his head imperceptibly. After the breakfast was over without words, Goshak wiped his thin lips and said from a distance, "Petty."

The neatly dressed house elf poked his head out from behind the kitchen with gloves on: "What's the matter, master?"

"Prepare some vegetarian food, I have some political friends coming tonight," Goshak said.

The elf was very surprised: "But, Miss said, there are only three of them."

Miranda also raised her head and said in surprise, "That's right, it was agreed to be just the three of us."

"Things have changed," Professor Gosak's eyes softened a little, and he looked at Hoffa: "You don't mind."

"I don't mind." Hoffa said immediately, with a smile on his face, "If it's inconvenient, I can leave early."

"No."

Adebe Gorshack said firmly, "You must stay."

Hoffa froze for a moment, then nodded.

"Well."

Professor Goshack nodded in satisfaction, "Miranda, take him to Anderson and Shepard, bring back his clothes, and pack up your Third World gangster outfit, don't embarrass me at night." He stared disapprovingly at Miranda's ears and mouth.

creak! !

With a tooth-piercing sound, the silver spoon in Miranda's hand was crushed into twists. She raised her head and pushed her glasses.

"Look at others, and then at you."

Professor Goshak completely ignored his granddaughter's displeasure. He sighed and stood up, "You are so old, you have to think about your own future." After speaking, he walked upstairs.

It wasn't until the door of the study was closed with a bang that Hoffa slowly raised his head from the dining table, a little unsure to whom Professor Gosak said the last sentence. To himself, to Miranda, or to two people at the same time, after all, he also wears earrings on his ears.

"Damn old thing."

Miranda wiped her mouth, and the twist spoon returned to its original shape in her hand, and she threw the spoon into the bowl: "It was agreed that only family members will pass by, but now I'm looking for a bunch of outsiders, and I have to come to someone else's house to spend Christmas Eve, no know who is sick."

"I'm sick." Hoffa said sullenly.

"Oh, I didn't mean you." Miranda quickly took his hand.

"I think Professor Gosak is doing it for your own good too." Hoffa said with his hand out.

"Yeah, for my own good, that's an excellent reason."

Miranda leaned on the chair sullenly: "Do you want to go with me to Savile Row to buy clothes?"

"I don't want to go out"

Hoffa thought to himself that this was probably a one-time thing to wear, and he was leaving tomorrow, so spending money was almost meaningless, and he really didn't want to go out during the day at all.

"Then I'll just find a store and buy a suit to fool around," Miranda said. "Anyway, those people from the Ministry of Magic don't know anything about Muggle clothes."

"That's a good thing."

Hoffa cheered up a little.

Twelve hours later, standing in front of the mirror in his room, with the help of a house-elf tying the dressy gray bow tie around his neck, he felt that he had fallen silently into a trap that was nothing more than a suit. Not just bought casually, but completely designed for yourself. He knew the rules of Savile Row. If he hadn't booked in advance, it would have been impossible to deliver a set of clothes that fit him so quickly.

"It really suits you, Mr. Bach."

Petty the house-elf was standing by the mirror in his room, holding a stack of dark gray suits, and was full of compliments. It was a different elf than when I first saw him. I saw it turning around Hoffa, admiring in its mouth, and there were little stars in its big eyes: "If you want me to say, you should really dress like a fairy every day." In this way, how decent."

"Thank you, Petty."

Hoffa in a white shirt said: "I will wear the clothes and pants by myself, can I go out for a while?"

"Of course you can, but Mr. Bach is so cute when he's shy." The house elf said in a high-pitched, thin voice. It put the clothes on Hoffa's hands and walked out with pink slippers. door to go.

After dismissing the house-elves, Hoffa was undressed, and he slowly sat back on the bed, with his fingers deep in his hair. He thought about the past again, and thought that also in England, the girl's butler also asked him to take off his plain clothes one day and put on a well-made suit.

Although the time was different, the two images could not stop intersecting together, thinking about it, a strong self-blame welled up in his heart, his fingers scratched from his scalp to his cheeks, he grabbed himself so hard that The nails dug deep into the flesh of the cheek, almost tearing off his entire face.

again and again! !

Looking at his bloody face in the glass mirror, he let out a silent roar, his expression ferocious like a dragon.

"That kind of thing won't happen again." There was a voice in his head.

"How do you know!?" The bloody face in the mirror suddenly turned his head, staring at the glass ball he put on the bedside table.

"You are not a person who will fall twice in the same place." The monster in the glass ball said: "According to my observation, you have some kind of strong self-reflection mechanism, although sometimes it is overcorrected, but it is A rare virtue."

"You gave me countless nightmares."

Hoffa stood in front of the glass ball with ten paw prints on his face, "Let me tell you, I have already fallen on you several times."

"Those are the projections of your own anxiety, I just let you see your heart." The little monster in the glass ball communicated with him calmly, "Just watch, one day you will be grateful for the nightmare, take the initiative Come find the nightmare."

"Ghosts." Hoffa said bitterly. Under the moonlight, his bloody face healed quickly, and he honestly put on his suit and trousers in front of the mirror.

The God of Nightmare watched him from inside the glass ball, quietly watching him take off his pants, put on his clothes, put on a tie, comb his hair, and dressed like a dog.

"Tell me, do you also know what's going to happen in the future?" Hoffa asked while brushing his hair after putting on his suit.

"I don't know, I'm not a madman who needs to see through the future, and I have long since lost the ability to interfere with reality. It's just that the long river of time is ruthless, and there is nothing new under the sun. What I rely on is nothing more than experience." The Nightmare Kami Furui's unwavering voice spoke in his head.

"According to your experience, what does Adbe Goshak want to do when he leaves me?"

"You underestimated your sense of existence, Bach. You are a rare force in the wizarding world, and even his most proud student. Although he didn't say it on the surface, I think if I can keep you by my side, I'm afraid Let the little girl who is wandering around outside the door marry you, and he will agree without hesitation."

Click!

Hoffa almost pressed the comb into his skull. Miranda married him. For some reason, his first reaction when he heard this statement was disgusting. He was sure that he had a lot of love for her, but he didn't The love between men and women, besides, there is a dark masculine personality in that guy, some things, just thinking about them almost make his scalp tingle.

"How are you?"

Miranda asked outside. The voice is a little tense.

damn

He took out the wooden comb stuck in his scalp: "Okay."