Chapter 361 15, Beasts (Part 2)

When Hoffa woke up again, it was already night. He could see the branches of the birch above his head swaying slightly under the stars. He could smell the faint scent of violet flowers on the tip of his nose, and feel the softness under the back of his head. And the palm that was slowly stroking on his forehead.

He blinked, and an arm came out of the darkness, holding a small teacup.

"Try it, Yorkshire pudding."

said the owner of the teacup.

"Thank you, Suzanne. I've wanted to taste it for a long time."

A familiar voice sounded, and the other arm took the teacup. The slight firelight reflected on the surface of the teacup, reflecting the profile of the owner of the arm, a standard European girl.

Hoffa opened his mouth slightly, shocked by the familiarity of the face. Just like a mathematician discovers that the puzzle is so simple after solving the puzzle, why couldn't he remember the girl's name before? What happened?

"I won't let you down, hey, he woke up."

Suzanne stepped back suddenly, distanced herself from the girl, and looked anxiously at the boy who was resting on the girl's lap.

"It's all right, don't worry, Susannah.

The girl comforted, with me here, I promise that he will not do anything out of the ordinary.

"It's okay, I believe Hoffa is not a bad guy, I just"

Susannah couldn't go on anymore. She sighed, bit her lips and stomped her feet, turned and left the two of them. In the forest not far away, there was a small bonfire. Some food was cooking on the bonfire, and people were sitting around the bonfire Some women and children looked at the boys and girls under the tree not far away, with awe and fear in their eyes.

After watching Suzanne leave, the girl lowered her head, took a little yellow transparent thing from the teacup with a spoon, and put it near Hoffa's mouth.

"Are you hungry, would you like some pudding?"

Hoffa didn't eat the pudding. He slowly removed his head from the girl's lap and sat up. Seeing that he didn't eat, the girl stuffed the pudding into her mouth.

"Miranda."

Hoffa called softly, so naturally: "Where am I?"

Miranda bit the spoon hard, and after biting for a while, she said softly, "We're in Phillingdales."

"Where's Fillingdales?" Hoffa asked.

"On the North Sea." Miranda replied, "Don't worry, this place is very remote, no one can find us."

"Why are we here?"

Hoffa was puzzled. He still remembered that he was in a remote village in Yorkshire before he fell into a coma, and then he passed out because of a headache. After waking up, he came to a more remote woods. Looking at the expressions of those women and children in the distance, it seemed that something strange happened between them. great thing.

Miranda stirred the pudding in the cup absent-mindedly, and said while stirring: "You don't remember the Yorkshire we went to together, and then we met your captors in Yorkshire, and we escaped, let me tell you , you have to thank them, if it wasn't for their powerful trucks, we would have been arrested."

"Is it."

Hoffa touched his head, the aftertaste of headache was still there.

Miranda's argument made sense, but why did those peasant women escape with him? She was still looking at him with that fearful look at this moment. Could it be that he accidentally hurt others? If so, it would be too bad.

Seeing this, Miranda slowly put down the teacup in her hand, approached Hoffa, and asked softly, "Hoffa, what do you remember?"

Hoffa can't remember anything, he only knows that the girl in front of him is Miranda, his best friend, Miranda has a younger brother named Miller, other than that, he doesn't remember anything. However, he vaguely knew that he seemed to have something very important to do, but he couldn't remember what it was after thinking about it.

"I can't remember, Miranda."

Hoffa asked, "What happened, can't you give me some hints. I always have a headache and can't remember anything. What happened?"

He longed for Miranda, hoping that she could explain his confusion, but Miranda's eyes were deep and bottomless. She looked at Hoffa quietly and asked him, "Do you really remember nothing?"

Hoffa shook his head.

"You don't even remember what we're doing here?" Miranda asked.

"We seem to be looking for something."

Hoffa scratched his head. He tried to recall what happened a few days ago, but found that he couldn't even remember what happened the day before yesterday, and he couldn't even remember how he met Miranda. Miranda got on her lap.

"What are you looking for?"

Miranda looked at Hoffa seriously.

Hoffa frowned and thought about it. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and said, "We are looking for magic."

Miranda closed her eyes, then opened them slowly, sighed, and said with a gloomy expression: "Yes, we are looking for magic."

"You don't seem very happy."

Hoffa asked, "Miranda, what happened, is there anything you know that I don't?"

"No."

Miranda said lightly, "There's nothing I know that you don't."

Hoffa stared blankly at Miranda, he could feel that Miranda was hiding something, but if Miranda didn't want to tell him, then what could he do.

The gloom and disappointment on his face were fleeting, Miranda stood up, took out a piece of paper from her arms and handed it to Hoffa: "I found this from those who captured us, it may be helpful for you to find magic. "

Hoffa took the paper, which was a bloody leaflet, a shoddy leaflet with scrawled, ink-scrawled text.

"Recover the flame in the cold winter, hold the ground when no one cares"

"The meeting is going on, weirdos wait for weirdos"

"Army Assemble, Take Back the Castle"

Below a few lines of text is a gloomy path with a dilapidated signboard. Behind the signboard is a stone building on muddy ground. In front of the building is a wild boar's head stuck on a stick. Tongue, death looks miserable.

There was no address on the list, but Hoffa felt a little familiar from the wild boar's head. He had an impression of this place, but like many things he had forgotten, it was locked in memory fragments.

"Where is this, Miranda?" Hoffa asked.

"Hogsmeade, the Pig's Head."

Miranda said indifferently: "Someone held a rally there, it seems that those lunatics have already known about it."

Hoffa moved his eyes to the bottom of the list. Under this scribbled leaflet, there was a neat, square steel seal printed on it. There were a few large characters on the steel stamp—approval of arrest.

"I think those people will come here for no reason. You are looking for magic. Go to this village and look for it, and you will definitely gain something." Miranda suggested.

Looking at the list in his hand, Hoffa couldn't help feeling a little excited. But looking at Miranda's expression, he became confused again: "It's agreed that you know that I don't. You obviously know more than I do. I don't even know about Hogsmeade and the Pig's Head Bar."

He asked eloquently.

Hearing his inquiry, Miranda sneered noncommittally and closed her eyes without answering.

Seeing this, Hoffa couldn't help worrying, "Then why don't you go? I don't know where this village is."

Miranda smiled. She brushed her hair, lay down comfortably with her back against the tree trunk, closed her eyes and meditated: "Why don't I go, don't worry, I will stay with you until the day you return to normal."

Seeing that Miranda was going with him, Hoffa felt relieved. He leaned against the tree trunk next to Miranda and fell into a deep sleep.

The night was fleeting, and soon the sky was bright again.

Hoffa and Miranda boarded the peasant women's truck together, and he was going to the place called Hogsmeade with Miranda. And those peasant women were going to other cities. Miranda told Hoffa that if they were going to Hogsmeade, they would have to transfer at the station, and before the transfer, they had one last journey together.

At this moment, the wheat and licorice on the truck have been gone, there is no golden warm wheat cushion, only cold metal. The peasant women who were with them were not talking and laughing like the first time they met. They sat silently on the truck, looking melancholy and confused.

Unlike the first time I saw Hoffa, no one sat with him anymore. The peasant women crowded in the corner, looking at him with fear in their eyes. This made Hoffa full of guilt. He didn't know how they lost their smiles, but it must have something to do with him. He wanted to make up for them, but he didn't know how to start.

Seeing the truck leave the forest and return to the dirt road in the country, the time for their final parting is getting closer, Hoffa couldn't stand it, he had to do something.

He came to Suzanne and whispered her name softly.

Susannah looked up at him. She was better than other peasant women. There was no fear in Hoffa's eyes, but deep confusion.

"Susanna, do you have any plans?" Hoffa asked in a low voice.

"We're going to take a detour to Sheffield and get some work over there."

Susannah said sullenly.

"It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have fallen to this point."

Hoffa said ashamedly.

"No. Hoffa, instead, you saved us."

Susannah waved her hand and said, she forced a smile, but anyone could see the reluctance in her smile: "That's not what we're worried about."

"Then what are you worried about?"

Susannah pursed her lips tightly and said nothing. Until the truck passed a river, there were deserted buildings on both sides of the river. Susannah pointed to the empty building by the river, and said to Hoffa: "Look, when I was a child, there were always a lot of people here. Everyone was busy farming, resting and playing together. Although it was hard work, they were all happy. But... But over the years, the number of villages has become less and less, and finally they are all empty."

Suzanne's voice was uncontrollable sadness, and Hoffa patted her on the back, she trembled all over, and then couldn't help sobbing softly.

"Those people will not let us go. I know what they want. They want to drive us all to the city, but how can I leave the farmland, what can I do in the city, they all say the city Good place, good education, good money. But God, I really don't like those smoking chimneys and reflective buildings."

Hoffa was silent, and he didn't know how to answer or comfort what the other party said, so he could only pat the other party's back over and over again to show comfort.

But Suzanne was much stronger than he imagined. She didn't weep for too long, she regained her composure and said, "Maybe it's fate. I have to go early and late. Anyway, I still have my sister and Arthur. It doesn't matter if you don't like it, as long as Arthur will like it in the future."

Hoffa glanced sideways at Arthur at the other end of the truck. At this moment, he was holding a piece of paper, drawing something in the bumpy car intently, as if there was no one else around.

He thought deeply that maybe Susannah's wish would not come true, and Arthur didn't look like a normal boy who would like city life.

Time flies, and soon, the truck stopped at a small platform more than ten kilometers away from Sheffield. Miranda didn't want to go to the city. She didn't think it was safe, so she got off in the suburbs.

Before parting, Arthur, who had been drawing in the car, suddenly jumped out of the truck, hurried to Hoffa, and handed him the piece of paper he had been drawing on.

Hoffa took the paper and looked at it, and found that there was a little winged figure flying in the air on the paper, surrounded by many spikes, and many men in black were crossed on the spikes. The painting style is immature and scribbled.

"This is." Hoffa didn't understand.

"Sir, how can I become like you?"

Arthur held Hoffa's hand tightly: "Just tell me."

"Why did you become like me." Hoffa was puzzled.

"I also want thorns to grow out of the ground with a whoosh."

Arthur said eagerly.

Hoffa looked at the stick figure, puzzled. Has he ever done such a thing? Why doesn't he remember at all. He looks at Miranda, but Miranda turns her head away, a look you take care of yourself.

But in the face of Arthur's question, Hoffa didn't know how to answer. He was sure that he couldn't feel any magic at all now, let alone let thorns grow on the ground. He felt that this was either a boy's fantasy, or someone else had done it.

"I don't know, Arthur. This may be me in your eyes but I'm not sure if you're drawing me." Hoffa said hesitantly. "At least I don't have wings, don't I."

Arthur looked a bit disappointed, he took back the slip of paper, and said sadly, "Well, I made a mistake, sorry, sir."

Hoffa stroked the boy's soft hair. After thinking about it, he squatted down beside Arthur and whispered, "Arthur, you believe there is magic somewhere, right?"

Arthur said firmly: "Of course, you forgot my magic potion, there must be magic in the world."

"Yes, I believe so too."

Hoffa murmured: "No matter where I go, I believe so. Although our conditions are very bad now, but this is temporary. One day, magic will appear. Others will know that we are right. "

Arthur said, "I don't want them to know."

Hoffa's eyes widened in surprise.

"Magic will not work if people know it."

The boy pouted and said, "I don't want others to know, this is my secret."

The expression on Hoffa's face gradually changed from astonishment to a silent smile, "You're right, this is our secret, just let a few people know."

Arthur held out his finger to Hoffa: "Hook."

"Retractor." Hoffa held out his finger and shook it with the boy.