408 Chapter 62, the Original Intention Has Not Changed

The sharp heartache overcame everything.

In a daze, Hoffa seemed to be back at Nine and Three-quarters Station, carrying a bag, looking at the old brick wall of the station, and the blue-eyed girl beside the brick wall was asking him for directions.

"I'm looking for platform 9, do you know where it is?"

Hoffa lowered his head slowly and saw the familiar silver-haired girl.

However, at this moment, he no longer had the excitement and throbbing of meeting for the first time.

Some only have deep confusion and confusion.

"Hi, I'm looking for platform 9, can you hear me?"

"There is no platform 9, there is no platform 9 in this world." Hoffa murmured.

"Huh?! Aren't you a student of Hogwarts?" The silver-haired girl asked dissatisfiedly with her hips on her hips.

"Am I?" Hoffa looked at his hands in confusion.

His palm was like a weathered statue, dry and cracked.

Hogwarts? I seem to have heard this name somewhere. But what did that matter to him?

"I don't know," he replied.

"You don't know?? Huh! There are people like this in the world, you managed to attract my attention!" The silver-haired girl grabbed his arm.

"I've decided, I'll send you the admission form, let's go, I'll take you to the magic school!"

The picture was smudged like ink, and Hoffa watched the silver-haired girl look around like a ghost, and after asking someone around, he dragged him into platform 9.

Hoffa looked at her blankly, as if his soul had gone out of his body. He seemed to have turned into a ghost, watching his blank and empty expression at the station, watching the girl chirping excitedly, watching the girl talking on the train again .

"Which academy do you want to go to?" the silver-haired girl asked excitedly.

"Which college do you want to go to?"

"Yes, the four major colleges. Which one are you going to?"

"I don't know if I'm not with you," Hoffa murmured.

"Huh? Is there something wrong with you? This lady provoked you? I can tell you with great mercy that among the four courtyards, only Ravenclaw is the most worthwhile. If someone can If you choose, you must choose to be an eagle flying in the sky, choose to be a snake, a badger, or a lion. How can you be happy flying around like an eagle? Are you right? Hey, are you listening again?"

Hoffa listened sluggishly. At this moment, he no longer cares about those immature words. At this moment, his heart is like a weathered castle, broken one after another. It was the merciless cutting of time and the world, and it was the wound repeatedly torn by fate, which made him unable to heal.

He slowly stood up from the chair, and walked out of the carriage in a daze.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I want to go for a walk." Hoffa said blankly.

"Go and come back!" the silver-haired girl said unhappily.

"OK."

Hoffa supported the trembling train carriage, subconsciously walked towards another familiar carriage.

In another car, Hoffa saw the gentle-looking girl, wearing round glasses, sitting quietly on the seat reading a book, as if she had been waiting for something.

With just one glance, Hoffa felt the unparalleled tingling in his heart. He stood at the door and wanted to move away, but his feet were stuck on the ground as if they had taken root, and he could no longer move a step.

The girl in the carriage noticed his gaze, raised her head from the thick book, and glanced at him lightly, then she looked down at the book again.

Hoffa stood by the door stupidly, wanting to leave but couldn't, his body refused to leave.

After he looked at it for a while, the girl reading sighed, got up and came to the door, and opened it for him.

This action is tacit as if it has been practiced many, many times.

"Changing clothes?" she asked.

Hoffa looked at the school robe in his hand and nodded subconsciously.

"Change it, it's almost here."

She helped Hoffa draw the curtain. He got up and walked out of the car, leaning his back against the door.

Looking at the girl's back from inside the carriage, Hoffa reached out tremblingly, wanting to touch her back.

"I said, why don't you change in other compartments?"

The girl asked suddenly.

Hoffa inside the door seems to have been pierced through the chest by a sharp sword. What is he doing?

What is fate doing again? If there is an answer to all this, where is the answer?

"I'm sorry." He said blankly behind the door, "I'm sorry."

The girl turned her head while holding the book, and looked at Hoffa behind the glass door. Tilting his head, he opened the door again and entered.

"Can't take off your clothes?"

She asked, "Didn't your mother teach you?"

Hoffa just stared blankly at the girl, his heart shattered into pieces in his chest. What the hell is he doing? What on earth did he do? Are those disciplines that important? Do those concepts invented by others really have to be followed? For those contradictions, for those unsolvable contradictions, is it really worth it?

"Hands up."

the girl ordered.

Hoffa raised his hand subconsciously. His clothes were lifted from his body and taken off, and then the familiar school robe was covered over his head. The girl pulled his robe off his head and straightened his collar.

Then, the girl took out her wand and waved it casually. All the clothes Hoffa took off were neatly folded together, like tofu cubes.

Seeing the girl waving her magic wand and neatly overlapping the clothes he had changed, Hoffa finally couldn't help crying. He had seen this action countless times in his dreams. What does the silent companionship mean?

Why did fate play tricks on him like this?

Give him hope again and again and let him down again, and finally make him despair.

again and again.

again and again.

Everything around turned into a dense mist.

Hoffa knelt in the car, sobbing and unable to breathe.

If possible, he would rather not have come to this world.

He'd rather not know about Hogwarts if he could.

He would rather never have met two girls if he could.

"So? You regret it very much."

Someone looked at him and asked curiously.

Hoffa looked up, the running car stopped suddenly, another Hoffa was looking at him curiously. He has the same face, the same eyes, and the same nose as him, but he has a calm expression, which should never appear on Hofbach at this moment. But he was powerless to be angry at this moment, and the great grief had swallowed everything in him.

"Do you regret meeting them?" the other Hoffa asked.

"How can I not regret it? How can I not regret it? You tell me how I can not regret it.?"

Hoffa choked up and said: "If I hadn't met them, they would have lived a happy life at Hogwarts, graduated safely, although there were twists and turns, they could find a job smoothly, get married and have children, why. Why. It's me The appearance of her turned everything that they should have been happy into a tragedy!"

He tore off his clothes, revealing his broken body and shattered soul under the clothes, pointing to his chest and said: "Look at me! Look at my appearance! I'm no longer human! I'm completely broken Already!!"

"Yeah. You're really a scumbag."

Another Hoffa said, "But why are they still doing this?"

"I don't know. Don't ask me. I don't know anything anymore. I don't deserve it. I don't deserve it. It's too heavy, too heavy"

"Do you regret it? Yes, one day, I regret it too."

In the future, he looked at the scenery outside the carriage and said calmly: "I didn't ask them, but I thought, maybe they didn't kneel down and cry like you and me. Maybe they don't have your strength, maybe they don't have your strength." Such an extraordinary talent. Perhaps without your presence, they would indeed have lived an ordinary and ordinary life. But Hoffa, it seems that they have no regrets."

Hoffa slowly stopped crying, he realized something.

"If you had the choice, would you come again?" Another person like Hoffa appeared in the car, and he looked at the scenery outside the window: "Will we come to this world again?"

Hoffa looked at himself in tears, "Again, do I still have a chance? Can I still stand up? Look at me! Look at my heart! My strength, my talent, what can I do to help them ! What else can I give them in return?"

"Tell me." The man asked, "What is the reason for all this?"

The mist gradually disappeared, and Miranda, who had changed her clothes, took Hoffa's wrist and left the carriage.

until the train arrives. Hoffa saw bright lights on the Black Lake in the distance, and the dark castle of Hogwarts glowed against the night sky. A silver-haired girl waved to him from a small boat. Miranda got into the boat first, and then she held out her hand to Hoffa from the boat.

"Let's go," she said to Hoffa.

At this moment, an indescribable tenderness poured into Hoffa's heart, which gradually healed his broken chest, and he finally realized what was missing in him. He finally realized why he couldn't completely make up for himself.

"They love me."

Hoffa reached out, as if to touch the castle, and the girl on board. With tears in his eyes, he confided softly.

"Yes, they love me."

A phantom stood beside Hoffa and said with him: "What should we give them in return?"

"Same as them," Hoffa said, and the answer was so simple.

If possible, he is willing to exchange all of himself for their happiness.

He can forget all the rules if he can.

He can sacrifice everything if he can.

Sell ​​your soul, burn your body.

Either way will do.

As long as you can change your destiny.

Just make them happy.

"Ah. Yes." Xu Ying stretched out his hand and took his hand: "Hofferbach, do you regret coming to this world?"

Hoffa shook his head.

"Even after experiencing such a nightmare, even if your wish cannot be fulfilled in the end, even if you see the end of your destiny, even if you are covered in bruises, even if you hurt others, do you not regret coming to this world?"

Hoffa shook his head: "I want to come."

"Why?"

Asked the phantom with dazzling white eyes.

"I want to give them back," Hoffa said.