272 Chapter 72

boom!

Miranda's room door closed. Then, she closed the window again, blocking the laughter and the sound of music downstairs. Immediately, they fell out of the happy atmosphere and fell into a quiet and unknown world.

"What's the matter?"

Hoffa asked tentatively with a smile on his face. But he was a little apprehensive. From the time he started eating to dancing, this guy always had a sad expression, which made him puzzled.

"Did you have fun?"

"Why are you unhappy, are you unhappy?"

Hoffa sat on Miranda's bed, looked at the blue blood vessels under her neck, and suddenly felt a little thirsty from dancing: "Pour me a glass of water."

With a blank expression on her face, Miranda took out a cup out of thin air and tapped it with her wand. The water glass was filled with clear water, and she handed the water glass to Hoffa, and leaned on the desk with her arms folded, with a gloomy expression.

Hoffa took a sip of water, keeping his eyes on Miranda. The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, and the atmosphere was a bit weird.

"Can I have a few words with you alone?"

After thinking for a while, Miranda took a deep breath.

"Say it, you dragged me into the room."

"I don't recognize you."

"ah?"

"I remember that you used to run away from everyone at Hogwarts, for fear that others would praise you, and you were more shy than me. But now, you can answer any topic and dance any dance. It's really fun." Miranda began He spoke very slowly, but the more he spoke, the more he seemed to open up the chatterbox, wandering around the room and complaining: "Are you Ravenclaw or Gryffindor? After a year and a half outside, what are you doing?" What have you been through, why have you changed so much, why do I feel more and more strange.”

"This is your house, I'm embarrassing you with a straight face?" Hoffa took a sip of water, "Actually, I danced for you, you don't talk to the guests at home.

Miranda gets excited: "I don't care about ignoring that group of people, and I don't want to please them. I just feel"

"What do you think?"

"You don't need me anymore."

Miranda said: "I think you are happier with them than with me. I don't think our friendship will last long. I even think tonight is the last time I see you."

The smile on Hoffa's face slowly disappeared. He put the cup back on the table, pulled out his bow tie with his hand, untied it and threw it on Miranda's bed, then pulled the collar of the boring suit and sat down. She rubbed her head in bed with a terrible headache.

"What's wrong with you?" Miranda asked.

"Merlin Beard, why do you have such an idea?"

"I think you are such a person. If not, why do you never see me during the day and only talk to me occasionally when you come back at night?"

"You you"

Hoffa was very helpless and didn't know how to explain it. He just spread his hands and sighed: "Happiness and affection are two different things, Miranda. I think you hate Adbe, but he is your grandfather after all. There is still a first grade When you almost killed me, can that be called happiness? But don't we still become friends?

So, feelings are irreplaceable. Although I had a lot of fun with them, it was just a play on the spot, and it was all fake. "

Miranda raised her eyebrows, and her gloomy expression disappeared. She gave Hoffa a blank look, put down her arms, pulled up a chair and sat in front of him, "It's really like this."

"Did I lie to you?"

"Then what do you think, just promise my grandpa like that?"

"I have to give Professor Gosak face. Your grandfather is a celebrity and a mainstay." Hoffa said lightly.

"So that's just a stopgap measure. If you fool them, you will go on your own tomorrow?"

Hoffa nodded, "Probably probably."

Miranda tightened her hand holding the back of the chair, her face turned pale: "Actually, I have been very happy these days, and I think you are also very happy, so why don't you just stay in England, even if it's just... think about it a little bit Adebe's suggestion."

Hoffa glanced at the moon outside the window, and shook his head after pausing for a few seconds: "It's very late, Miranda, if there is anything, we can contact in writing in the future."

"lie."

Miranda's smile just disappeared immediately: "Just now I said I have feelings, but now I don't want to tell the truth. I warn you, Bach, if you treat me as a fool, then you are an even more stupid bastard than me .”

Hoffa was helpless: "Miranda."

"Um."

She nodded seriously. That serious look made Hoffa a little at a loss, and he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"I am listening."

Miranda reminded him.

"Miranda, I'm a very dangerous person."

Hoffa thought for a long time before he came up with a clear wording. He said slowly: "Those people, the imprint they left on me is deeper than you can imagine."

"Then what?"

Miranda asked.

Hoffa got stuck again.

"What are you thinking, can't you talk to me frankly?"

"Is Hogwarts safe this year?"

"You're right. We've rectified the school and revised the school rules. We've also put in new defenses. It's very safe."

"Look, Hogwarts is fine as long as I'm not around," Hoffa said.

Miranda smiled, showing her white teeth under the moonlight, her face turned cold when she smiled.

"You mean those weirdos are all coming for you, as long as you stay away from us, we won't be threatened in any way, right?"

"almost."

Hoffa grunted.

"You're so narcissistic."

Miranda sneered.

"Is not it."

"At least I'm not. It's you who came to find me in the first grade."

Miranda let out a long sigh. In the darkness, she stretched out her hand to straighten Hoffa's collar, "I know you can't learn much at Hogwarts, and I also know your hatred for Grindelwald. But you...but You, I can help you, Hoffa. Many people will help you."

"The last person who helped me is gone, Miranda."

Hoffa said bluntly.

"Did you stop using a rope for the rest of your life just because you were bitten by a snake? The Hoffa Bach I know is not so fragile. Listen, I love Aglaia very much, but I love you too, Hoffa, don't Run away from us again."

"I didn't escape, not at all."

"Then come back, you have the right to choose, right?"

Hoffa shook his head slowly, "Not now."

"When will it work then?"

"Wait for her to come back."

"Who?" Miranda asked, "Who's back."

"Aglaia."

Hoffa looked away.

Miranda's expression became a bit obscure, and she didn't speak for a long time. She touched the ground with her feet, stood up and walked around the room for a long time, rubbing her hair and touching the table. Finally, she rubbed her face and faced Huo Law.

"What do you want me to say about you? How could a smart wizard like you not understand? Her death was not your fault. It was Grindelwald's conspiracy to destroy your spirit. You shouldn't Let him succeed, what you should do is face reality and stop fantasizing."

"I know." Hoffa said eagerly, "But do you know that girl?"

"who?"

"It's the one I brought back from France."

"Oh, I know, Flamel."

Miranda's tone was slightly sharp: "Why, what's her relationship with you?"

"It doesn't matter what the relationship is, but do you know her ability?"

Hoffa looked around, and whispered a few words in Miranda's ear like a thief.

Miranda's complexion suddenly changed.

"Impossible, no one can travel through time and space."

"I saw it with my own eyes."

Hoffa stood up short of breath: "There is no doubt that she took me back three days ago. When I was in France, I saw two of myself."

"Do you know the difference between three days and one year? Hoffa." Miranda also stood up, with an extremely worried expression on her face: "None of the wizards who dared to play with time since ancient times ended well. Listen, if that woman Really have such ability, the only result waiting for her is death, you must stay away from her!"

"Miranda! I didn't lie to you!!" Helplessness turned into excitement, and he pressed Miranda's shoulder: "Have you ever thought about it, even if it is only a little possibility?"

Miranda looked sideways at the photos on the table, clenched her hands into fists and remained motionless. After a while, she said hoarsely with a choked voice:

"What about the price?"

"The price?" Hoffa was taken aback for a moment, his face pale, and he faltered and said, "What, the price?"

"This kind of god-like power falls on a mortal. Is there no price, I don't believe it."

Hoffa shivered, and said with difficulty: "The magic power is rampant."

"Magic power is rampant, how old is she?"

"Sixteen, about the same as us."

"Magic runaway at the age of sixteen, what is this concept? Except for Moran, I can hardly find anything that can run away with magic power at the age of sixteen. There is no case of Moran who can live until adulthood. The name of the last guy who ran away with magic power It's called Kristen Barburn, and Grindelwald was in charge of it all in New York at the time, and he was the oldest of them all, and he didn't live very old."

"Miranda, she's a nun, I know her, she's kind, she's not a monster."

"Then have you ever thought about it, if she is really harmless to humans and animals, why did Nicole May send her to France? Why did she have to be exposed to theology? This power belongs to the gods, even the devil, but it definitely does not belong to humans."

Hoffa didn't know how to answer the conversation. Miranda was Ravenclaw, and intelligence was a must for her, and she didn't lack wisdom at all. But the wiser she was, the harder it was for him to accept what she said, because he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Miranda continued: "Even if you really go back to the past and change Aglaia's fate, so what? Your past becomes your future, and you just created a new parallel world. But This world, our world, nothing has changed, the only change is that we have lost you completely! Is that worth it?"

"Isn't it worth it?"

Hoffa was a little irritable. He didn't want to think about Miranda's words. He instinctively didn't want to hear them. "I've heard these words too much. Don't reason with me. I've changed."

"What's the price?" Miranda asked again.

Hoffa covered his hair and turned his back to Miranda. The urge to leave London, to leave England, grew stronger and almost irresistible. He rushed to the door of Miranda's room and gripped the handle, his palm trembling like Parkinson's.

"You told me in first grade to live in the present, but now, look at you, you're already living in the past."

The voice behind him changed from worry and anxiety to light sarcasm, Hoffa turned around slowly, Miranda had already taken off her glasses, and turned into another person completely, a pale and vague weirdo.

"You really can make my sister sad, Bach."

He admired his fingers under the moonlight: "Is the boundary between love and not love so clear, or do you no longer trust your intuition?"

Miller's voice was cold and harsh, and he was completely different from Miranda. Hoffa looked at the doorknob in his hand and said numbly, "Whatever you say, but it's too late. Lemay has already been accepted by the Ministry of Magic." Let's go. Moreover, the person who asked me to send her here is Fatil. Fatil will definitely use her ability to resurrect his daughter, that's for sure."

"Oh, so what's the price?"

Miller asked again.

"Don't raise the price with me!"

Hoffa finally couldn't take it anymore, he turned his head suddenly and looked at Miller like the photo on the death warrant: "I don't care!"

"If you really don't care, you won't want to leave so much."

Miller put down his palm and put his hands behind his back: "In the end, you actually know the price, but you love her too much, so you don't want to think about it. You would rather hypnotize yourself, pretending that you don't understand anything, and push that innocent girl Fire pit, let other people do what you want."

boom!

Miller's indifferent voice hit Hoffa like a thunderbolt, and he shivered all over. The happiness he had been enjoying for several days completely disappeared in this second, as if he was pushed out of the warm bed and fell directly into the cloth. A bathtub full of ice cubes.

At that moment, he saw Mance's face in a daze, and saw his neither male nor female, neither human nor ghost face appearing in front of him: You must be for yourself, Bach, for some ulterior purpose.

He let go and sat back on the bed, cold sweat almost soaking his back.

Miller's blurred face was enlarged before his eyes until it was close to his ear: "Bach, I have to remind you, no matter whether Fattil Delasses thinks the same thing as you or not, that Le May's girls, I'm afraid they are all bad luck. Adbe told me one thing. In the past year, people from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic have almost occupied all the resources of the Ministry of Magic. I don't know what they are busy with.

But every few days, corpses were brought out of that place, covered with white cloths. Those corpses had their souls taken out, their lives drawn out, their magic power drawn out, and there was nothing left. If it weren't for the fact that Britain could not accept the consumption of the civil war because of the war, the Wizengamot would have intervened in the investigation long ago. "

Looking at Miller's blurred and weird face, Hoffa pushed him away with a shock: "No, it's impossible, her grandfather is Nicole Flamel, I heard that he is the director of the Department of Mysteries, how could he It may be detrimental to my granddaughter."

"The last guy who lived for hundreds of years has already made his whole family into puppets. Have you forgotten such a thing?"

A cold wind blew in from outside the window, and Hoffa thought of Sylby, Mance, the blood transfusion tube hanging on his body, the flowing bright red, and his own nightmare.

As if to completely crush his thoughts, there was a faint discussion sound from Adebe's study next door to Miranda's room. The voice was extremely low, but it was very clear to Hoffa's ears at night.

"The fiscal deficit is more than five million Galleons, is this true?"

"His secretary told me personally that we can't wait any longer. He has completely deviated from his campaign slogan. I even think those words are nonsense."

"Have to wait, Goshak. You can't just impeach a minister without evidence."

"Then what are you going to do, bring down the entire British Ministry of Magic for his illusory plan?"

"It won't be long before he finishes what he wants to do."

"How do I know how long it will take? More and more people are dying, Israel, we must act quickly to stop the loss in time."

"Look at Nicole May, once something happens to that little girl, he will definitely make trouble for it. When the time comes, we will do it again. The evidence is overwhelming. No matter how covert Fatil is, he will not escape the Wizengamot's punishment." .”

Hoffa couldn't listen to the following conversation anymore, he came to his senses completely, his sweet dreams vanished, revealing the ferocious fangs of reality.

If Fatil wants to revive his daughter, then he must need that magical blood power, and he will definitely draw Chloe's blood like Mance.

a year and a half

Chloe once said that her power can only bring people back a week at most. If you want to go back to a year and a half ago, what kind of price do you need to pay?

Hoffa's Adam's apple twitched up and down. He looked at his hands, like a super academic looking at his college entrance examination score of only 420 points, his head was empty.

"What have I done?"

"If you can't do it yourself, then what you said to me is meaningless." After Miller finished speaking, he put on his glasses, and his blurred face regained clarity.

Hoffa stood up from the bed unsteadily: "Where is the Ministry of Magic?"

"what you up to?"

"I'm going to at least ask Fatil what he wants to do." Hoffa clenched his fist tightly: "Tell me, Miranda, where is the Ministry of Magic?"