271 Chapter 71, Flashy

When Hoffa went out, Miranda was wrestling with her tightly tucked dark black corset, which was densely threaded and lined with whalebone.

Although she said that Goshak is a hateful old-fashioned, at night, she obediently changed into a black evening dress, a white tube top, and a Hanning hat on short chestnut hair, pointy, Like a nineteenth century witch.

If he saw Miranda for the first time, Hoffa would think that this dress is not bad, it has the characteristics of a girl from a magical family. But asking himself, he still thinks the previous punk tomboy look is more suitable for her.

"No?" Hoffa asked, frowning.

"Can you please try wearing it?"

Miranda asked unhappily.

"Mind if I help you change the material, it will be looser."

"ah?"

Hoffa pulled Miranda to his side and pressed her back. Under the action of the transfiguration, the tightly gathered linen girdle became soft silk, and the whalebone in the girdle also became Almost weightless sponge.

"Can it still work?"

Miranda twisted her waist and looked at him happily.

"As soon as the day comes, prepare to be beaten back to your original shape."

"Actually, I still wore it when I was in the first grade, but now I can't even walk in this." She frowned and complained.

"Back then you were better at pretending."

Hoffa said lightly.

The two came downstairs, and the living and dining room downstairs was enlarged by more than ten times under the influence of magic, and Hoffa was not surprised. Even a warship can be stuffed into a bottle, and making the living room bigger is no problem for a wizard of Goshak's level.

There were more than a dozen people sitting in the living room, a few old men, and a dozen young people, both men and women. The old men sat on the sofa, while the young men stood neatly behind the sofa.

"Damn it, he actually brought those people here." Miranda frowned when she saw the people sitting in the living room, and said in a low voice, "It's from the Wizengamot."

Hoffa followed Miranda's eyes, a little stunned.

In the living room with a burning fireplace, he was very familiar with the faces of the old men sitting on the sofa talking and laughing. They were the leading guys who led the team to search the city on the night the vampires were wiped out in Bournemouth.

He still remembered that they were wearing shabby white robes with crossed chains on their backs, and they looked very awesome.

But now they don't wear those fancy monastic robes, and they dress up like ordinary Muggles. Wearing a bowler hat and a suit.

"Hoffa, Miranda, come here."

Seeing the two people coming down the stairs, Adebe Gorshak, who was sitting on the sofa, waved at them.

Then, everyone in the living room turned their attention. Hoffa pulled Miranda, who was somewhat reluctant, and stood in front of Adbe with a smile on his face.

The old dean stood up and said solemnly: "Come on, let me introduce you." He pointed to the tall old man wearing a bowler hat sitting in the middle and said: "This is Tyra Israel Sir, CEO of the Wizengamot, and member of our Perseus Society."

Hoffa hurriedly stepped forward and held out his hand. He saw that on the old man's chest, there was a delicate W, which was the symbol of the Wizengamot. He knew that there were many similar societies underground in Europe, like the Order of the Phoenix in the future, or the Dumbledore's Army created by Harry Potter, not just the UK, and not just wizards. There are also many Muggles, most of them graduated from the same university, and they have some kind of bond with each other, and they can take care of each other after entering the society. Over time, communities of interests have been formed one after another.

"We meet again, Mr. Bach."

The old man sat on the sofa and shook Hoffa's hand very accommodatingly.

"Have you met?"

Adbe was slightly surprised.

"That's right. At that time in Bournemouth, he and Tom Riddle of the Gunter family handed over the tasks to me. I remember very clearly. They are all young talents."

"Yes, I'm impressed with you too."

Hoffa immediately went back with compliments, with a happy face: "I have admired your name for a long time, I left in a hurry last time, and I didn't say hello to you, please forgive me."

"I see."

Adebe understood.

The old man named Tara Israel let go of his hand in satisfaction, and stretched out to Miranda at the side: "You really look like your mother, except for your eyes, your eyes are very similar to Nimon."

Hoffa complained secretly in his heart, would a British guy know how to boast? Apparently Miranda was also a little embarrassed. She held the old man's hand and smiled bluntly: "Thank you."

After shaking hands, Terra leaned on the sofa, and returned the right to speak to Adebe Gorshack.

Adebe was not ambiguous at all, he put his arms around Hoffa and Miranda's shoulders, and introduced all the old men sitting on the sofa to them one by one. Hoffa was also unambiguous. As long as he was introduced by Adbe, he shook them one by one. His posture was extremely polite, and he kept flattering.

On the contrary, Miranda, when shaking hands with these old men, her shoulders were very tense and she said very little. When Adebe introduced one, she just said hello.

After introducing Hoffa and Miranda to the group of old men, Adebe sat back in his chair and chatted with a few old men. Most of the topics were some hot topics nowadays, as well as about the cultivation of young people. Not heavy, but definitely not fun either.

While they were chatting, Hoffa tactfully pulled Miranda to stand behind Adbe. At this point, he probably figured out why Miranda knew his position in the first place. Adbe must have told her. I have to say that Jiang is still old and hot, presumably if anyone other than Miranda came to find him, I'm afraid he is already abroad now.

Miranda noticed Hoffa's half-smile eyes, turned her head away, and bit her lip unwilling to look at him.

"Bach."

After chatting for about ten minutes without much nutrition, Adebe suddenly turned around and called him.

"I am here."

Hoffa said.

"I'll go to the meeting and have some conversations with these old friends. How about you and Miranda hosting the banquet tonight?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Miranda couldn't hold back immediately, and an angry look appeared on her face. Hoffa nodded immediately, "No problem."

Then, Adebe stood up with those old men, and was about to go upstairs. The young people behind those old men all showed expressions of relief.

After everyone stood up, Hoffa grabbed Adbe's cuff: "Professor, can I have a few words with you first." He asked in a low voice.

Adebe understood, and he said to the old men around him, "Go upstairs and wait for me in the study first."

Then he told the young people around him to be more casual tonight, treat it as his own home, and not be too restrictive. "

After the crowd dispersed, he looked at Hoffa: "Speak."

"Professor, I'm leaving tomorrow." Hoffa said in a polite but firm tone, "I think Miranda should have told you."

"Where are you going?"

Professor Adebe was not angry.

"Soviet Union."

"Would you like to find your alchemist friend?"

"Yes."

"To make money and continue your underground business?

"almost."

"Cough." Adebegorshak coughed and shook his head: "Bach, with all due respect, the wizarding society is not as simple as you think. Even if you can earn more Galleons, many things are used. Money can’t buy it. You need connections, relationships, and seniority.”

"I see."

Hoffa laughed, his chest starting to feel tight.

"These young people are all members of the Perseus Society. They are active in the Wizengamot, responsible for trials and arrests. They are very operational. If you can make friends with them and run outside in the future, I will also You can rest assured."

As he said that, the old professor lowered his head and lowered his voice: "You have to have your own team and someone to do things for you. Don't keep running around outside, it's meaningless."

"I don't like being controlled, Professor. I don't want to control others either." Hoffa said helplessly.

"You are about to graduate. If you are still at Hogwarts, what can wizards do after graduation? They are just like Muggles, marrying wives and having children, and fighting for the longevity and glory of their family."

Goshak sighed earnestly: "You are my best student, and you are also a rare talent in Ravenclaw history. To be honest, with your current ability, I feel a bit wasteful to be an Auror. Except for Wei There is nowhere, Sengama, where your powers can be maximized."

Hoffa didn't speak. He felt that what Adbe said made sense, and it really made sense, but his chest became heavier and heavier.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Adebe changed his words again: "I also know that you want to resist Grindelwald, and we all know that you have done a lot of things underground this year.

But then again, who wouldn't want to kill him? He bewitched my son and forced Miranda's parents to death. If you ask me, I want to kill him more than you. But there are some things that cannot be accomplished by one person alone. "

As soon as Adebe mentioned Grindelwald, Hoffa immediately sobered up a lot, and he let out a long breath: "Professor, what you said is very reasonable, but this kind of thing is not a trivial matter after all, even if I want to join your club , I also have to discuss it with my friend, at least write a letter to explain it to him, are you right?"

"Um."

The expression on Adebe's face softened a bit: "It's great that you are obedient. I've been worried that after you and Albus fell out, you would have a deep prejudice against the British wizarding society."

"I didn't fall out with Professor Dumbledore, I respect him as much as I respect you." Hoffa said gently.

"That's the best."

Adebe: "Just give me the result after the discussion. Now, let's talk to the young people more."

He patted Hoffa on the shoulder and disappeared around the corner of the stairs. He left Nuo Da's living room to Hoffa and a group of young people he had never met.

He stood there thinking for a moment, and he turned around when Miranda pulled him, and Miranda looked at him rather ashamedly: "I'm sorry," she said softly, "I'm really sorry." I wanted to have a simple Christmas with you, I didn't expect Adbe to"

"It doesn't matter," Hoffa smiled, "It's great how many people there are, how lively you are." He pushed Miranda's shoulders and pushed her to the dining table with a smile.

However, at dinner time, Miranda seemed gloomy, and she didn't have much enthusiasm for the little host. She didn't know the guests well at all, and Adbe went upstairs to have a secret talk with those old men, so she kept Keeping a look of not disturbing strangers.

But Hoffa, since the moment he was on the table. His mouth never stopped, and he enthusiastically inquired about the families, colleges, and hobbies of the young people around him. After a few rounds of rainbow farts, the dozen or so young people relaxed a lot.

After getting a little more familiar, Hoffa began to boast eloquently again. From giants to dragons, from Germany to Japan, from the past to the future, from Muggle technology to wizard philosophy.

At the beginning, those young people were quite restrained and cautious towards him, and kept a considerable distance. But soon, after a few glasses of juice, they were all deluded by Hoffa, and there was a wanted warrant on his head that could buy half of Norway, so no matter what he said, those young people believed it. And amazed.

After dinner, a girl suggested going to a ballroom dance, and Hoffa agreed with a smile.

They turned on Miranda's radio and record player in a very modern way, and swung left and right in the living room.

At first, Hoffa's movements were jerky. He stepped on his partner's feet frequently, but he couldn't hold back his energy at night and his sharp mind. After a few minutes, he learned all the dance moves of everyone present, whether it was waltz, tap dance, or Latin dance. By nine o'clock in the evening, he was already circling around in the crowd, dancing Cha Cha with several men and women at the same time.

The laughter spread far away, and even the elf Petty, who had been busy with housework, was pulled out by Huofa and circled in the crowd.

The happy atmosphere continued. Those young people from the Perseus Society who visited were dancing and blushing. Some even unbuttoned their clothes, panting, and almost never stopped laughing.

But only one person was very unhappy.

Miranda sat outside the crowd, looking at the gray-haired boy in the crowd, the more he looked at it, the more he felt uncomfortable. That guy never refuses, no matter who invites him to dance, he smiles and says yes.

As if he is the master of this room.

Finally, ten o'clock at night.

After Hoffa performed a mechanical dance that had never been seen before in front of the crowd, the living room was full of applause and whistles, and Miranda finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Taking advantage of the roar of applause, she pulled Hoffa out of the crowd. Pulled to the second floor, her own room.