Chapter 160

The girl standing at the door was still looking around. Hearing Hoffa's cry, she looked round and saw a young man waving his arms.

She walked quickly down the stone steps, swung to Hoffa, and looked him up and down on the table.

"My God, Hoffa!"

"It's me." Hoffa laughed.

He also looked at each other. Miranda was still wearing the round glasses with no degree, just for the sake of forcing. However, compared with last year, she grew a lot taller, and no longer had the appearance of a little girl's head. Her short chestnut hair was shoulder length now, and her white skin turned into wheat skin. It seemed that she had been sunburned in the summer vacation.

Compared with the enchanting aglia, she has an indescribable beauty of neutral mystery, which makes her always keep a certain distance from herself, but she is undoubtedly one of Hoffa's only two friends.

"You're suntanned." "I heard you went to New Zealand. It's really nice of you," Hoffa said

"Do you know that, agraia told you?"

"If she doesn't tell me, I can see it." Hoffa pointed to the small wooden card hanging on her chest. "What's this, the exorcism treasure you got from the aborigines?"

"Also ward off evil spirits. This is a magic prop to prevent mosquito bites. Do you want to give it to you?"

"Forget it, you go out a lot, you keep it."

"It's been two months? It seems that work can really change a person. "

She narrowed her eyes and gave a little smile. She picked up Hoffa's black tea and gulped down: "what are you doing here? What about a part-time job? "

"Work?"

Hoffa said to himself, "I own this shop! I'm the boss

Miranda Puyi smile, black tea overflowed from the corner of her mouth, she wiped her mouth, said teasingly: "blow what cowhide, you are not that piece of material."

Oh! Hoffa snatched the cup from his hand and asked Joseph, who was counting at the table in the distance, "Hello, Weasley, am I your boss?"

Joseph raised his head, squinted at the girl in the backpack next to Hoffa, touched his chin, and showed a connotative smile: "you are not."

Hoffa was surprised.

But then Joseph exaggerates: "you are the king here."

Looking at his flattery, Hoffa held his forehead and regretted asking him.

Miranda already said with a smile that she couldn't stand up straight. She held the table.

"That's interesting... Well, well, your majesty, give me a guest room in your palace. Also, if you can, please give me a palace dinner. "All right?"

Hoffa blushed with embarrassment. He glared at Joseph, threw off the registration list in his hand, picked up the lantern, and said angrily, "this way!"

They walked from the hall to the second floor of the basement, near the kitchen, where Hoffa and other employees usually rest. The environment is better than upstairs.

In the clean and deep brick and stone corridor, there are niches, cabinet rooms, cabinets and other items neatly placed. There are several white rooms with round arches under the stone roof.

When he reached the room at the end of the corridor, Hoffa opened the door, hung the lantern on the wall, and then lit the fireplace with a fire fold.

In the light of the fireplace, there is a marble bed, a row of wooden wardrobes and a painted Ivory table. It's very elegant and chic.

Miranda looked around. "It's a nice environment. Did you decorate it yourself?"

"No," Hoffa grinned. "It turned out to be a church. Although the top of it was blown up by Muggles, the tomb below is relatively intact."

Miranda was stunned, and then hit Hoffa with a smile: "really have you, let me sleep in the grave, heart black ah."

"Come on, don't embarrass me. I only earn 20 pounds a month, and I can't get paid." Hoffa grinned bitterly.

"Oh, oh, I just wanted you to give me a free bill. It seems that I don't have that chance."

"Free bill," Hoffa was shocked. "Are you human?"

Miranda laughed. After laughing, she put her backpack on the bed, pulled a chair and sat back on it:

"it's strange. I thought you were interning in San Mungo hospital."

Miranda turned her eyes. "Are you fighting with aglia again?"

"No Hoffa immediately denied, "am I that kind of person?"

"Sure enough."

Miranda rolled her eyes. "Without me as a peacemaker, you're going to die in the first grade."

Hoffa thought that Miranda had misunderstood that he was not in San Mungo because he had offended agraia's mother.

At this time, there was a knock at the door. Hoffa went to open the door. It turned out that it was chef Leon who had prepared the dinner and sent it to Hoffa. As he handed Hoffa the plate, he winked at him, as if to imply something.

Hoffa quickly took the silver tray in his hand and pushed him away.Put the tray on the painting table and open it.

There are four delicacies in it: minced mutton tripe, fried rice balls, bacon sandwiches, salted beef, scallops and iced pear slices.

Hoffa sighed. What are these guys thinking? They have never enjoyed these things.

Miranda was not surprised. She gently picked up her fork, ate and said, "well, I sent a letter to agraia some time ago, and she also replied that she would invite you to my birthday. Later I sent her a letter, but she ignored me. Do you know what's going on? "

"She...

Hoffa thought that the guy was probably forbidden by her mother, and now he is locked in the closet.

"Ask her tomorrow."

Hoffa changed the subject: "well, why do you want to live here. It's a coincidence

"No, where do you live?" Miranda shrugged and ate a slice of iced pear.

"The broken cauldron bar is closed, and many Muggle hotels are closed. I didn't find a place to live. After a little inquiry, I said that there was an underground hotel in strand street. The environment was ordinary, but the food was free, so I came. "

After a pause, Miranda sighed: "I never thought that this store was yours."

Hoffa finished, but frowned: "wait, you say, the broken cauldron bar is closed?"

"Don't you know?" Miranda picked up the minced morchelles and said, "the Heidelberg thing."

"What?" Hoffa frowned. "What's the relationship between the closure of the broken cauldron bar and helzburg?"

"Helzburg is one of the main industries of goblins. After the destruction of helzburg, gulinger announced its closure. The wizarding market in London is paralyzed, and 90% of the shops in Diagon Alley can't be opened. "

"What?" Hoffa was shocked. In the early days of business, he has been dealing with Muggles and knows nothing about wizard news. "You mean the Gringotts are closed?"

"Yes, I heard the grapevine that half of the goblins died in helzburg. It's not easy for gulinger not to declare bankruptcy. "

Miranda swallowed the food in her mouth.

"Now, kingalon has lost half of its value, and many witches are using Muggle pounds. I'm afraid the wizard's financial system will collapse before the war is over. "

Hoffa listened to the call with his mouth open and his mouth wide open. Somehow, the Dragon riding man's words came into his mind again. This month, he tried his best to keep himself busy, enrich himself and stop thinking about it. But now, he can't ignore this problem any more.

After thinking about it, Hoffa went to the door of the room and locked it.

"Miranda, let me ask you something," he said

"What's the matter?"

"What kind of person is grindevo?" Hoffa asked bluntly.

Miranda is having a meal. When she hears this, she seems to have been pressed the pause button of the video. The meal is on her lips and hasn't been put in for a long time.

After a while, she put down the food and said, "what did you say?"

"What kind of person is grindevo? I mean, you met him when you were a child, didn't you?"

"Why do you ask this?" Miranda stopped eating, her hands flat on the table. "I want to know why."

Hoffa sat opposite her and told her what he had seen and heard in helzburg during the summer vacation.

Miranda listened without saying a word. After listening to Hoffa's story, her face became more and more solemn, and her brows grew deeper and deeper.

"You mean grindevo manipulated the dragon and destroyed helzburg. And I want you to go to him? "

"Yes, tell me, is that him?"

After thinking for a moment, Miranda shook her head: "I don't know. It was seven years ago that I saw him last. My memory of him is very vague."

"Then why did he come to me?"

"Maybe it's because you have some talent in metamorphosis. He came to me because of my talent in incantation." Miranda speculated.

Hoffa rubbed his head, as if a mass of chaos floated in front of him, making him unable to see anything clearly.

After thinking for a long time, he asked repeatedly, "can't you describe it? His general image. "

There was a struggle on Miranda's face, but in the end she said, "I can't answer you, but this question, someone can answer you."

With that, she sighed. She lowered her head and took off her glasses. The fire in the fireplace twisted in silence, and then the light in the whole room dimmed.

When she looked up again, the lines on her face became very fuzzy and strange. Around the mental field completely changed, from mild, indifferent, become very fierce, cold.

"Long time no see. Bach

The figure sitting opposite Hoffa said faintly.

Seeing him, Hoffa sat up straight, nervous. "Do you have to answer me, Miller goshak?""Professional affairs should be answered by professional personnel, shouldn't they?"

Miller opened his mouth to reveal his teeth. The light of the fire was weak again, and the silver tableware in front of him was shaking. In the weak light, Hoffa could only see the other side's half face hidden in the dark.

He saw Miller again a year later, the dark personality who had caused great threat to himself in the first grade.

His energy is not as surging as before, but it is sharper.

"I'm not looking for a fight." Hoffa put his hand on the table and the shaking tableware calmed down.

"Oh, what are you good at besides fighting? Tell me about it. "

Miller also put his hand on the table and leaned over. The distance between them was less than one centimeter.

"You're not good at anything but fighting, Bach. Even if I tell you about grindevo, there's nothing you can do

"Why?"

"Garrett greendevo is a charming man, he has all the charm you can think of, he is a leader, a representative, his existence even beyond his own meaning..."

"don't flatter."

"Only the stupidest people think the truth is flattery."

Miller's voice was like a demon whisper: "he can do anything he wants. Because there will always be people willing to stand in the same camp with him, just like my sad father

"The reason why he can do this, I think, is that he has a deep understanding of the world and is calm enough. And that's something you never had. "

Hoffa was silent. If grindworth really did what Miller said, he could do whatever he wanted, and he had already destroyed helzburg.

So what will he do to Hogwarts? One month has come and he has no choice to go to him. Of course, I would not choose to go to him, but what should I do?

there was a sneer from across the table:

"you are afraid. Hoffa Bach. I see your deepest fear. What happened in more than a year has made you so insecure. "

The fuzzy appearance of the "boy" jokingly sneer: "I doubt that now you are not my opponent."

"Enough."

Hoffa interrupted: "go back."

"What do you think I am? Come and go at once? Do you think that instant passion can overcome eternal truth? "

Miller climbed up to the table, a little closer to Hoffa.

Hoffa's face was slightly pale, his mental field covered the surroundings, and he compressed Miller's mental field back a little bit.

All of a sudden, Miller reached out and put his arm around the back of Hoffa's head. He gritted his teeth in his ear and whispered, "only symbols can defeat symbols, stupid man."

As soon as he finished the sentence, which he didn't understand at all, Miller released his hand and plopped back to his seat. Head down.

Hoffa stood on the table in a daze.

Pop!

The fire in the fireplace brightened up again.

The lines of her face softened.

Miranda looked at Hoffa's pale face, slightly stunned, and suddenly said with a smile, "why, do you want to kiss him? "

ignoring Miranda's jokes, Hoffa slowly returned to his position. Miller's words, like clouds, floated over his head for a long time.