Chapter 161

The next day, it rained heavily in London.

The dark sky was changing shape, and the heavy rain came down on the broken spire of the church, splashing a smoky mist high and low. Thick and thin, continuous ups and downs. Then it flowed down the eaves and began to become a line like a broken bead. More and more water on the ground converges into streams.

A broken church floor.

Two watchmen chatted with each other. They were here to guide Muggles and prevent the Ministry of magic from raiding underground businesses. But today, they have a more important extra task.

Prevent the young boss from abandoning them mercilessly.

At this time, the trap door leading to the underground hotel was pushed open. A girl in a gray transparent poncho came out with a big bag on her back and a pair of round glasses.

The two chatting guards immediately stopped talking and stared at the girl's back, as if they thought there might be another one coming out.

But they didn't see anyone else, just a girl with chestnut hair.

The girl covered her head with a transparent poncho and nodded to the two watchmen: "good morning."

"And the boss, not with you?"

One of the witches asked warily.

The girl shrugged: "who knows, maybe sleeping."

Then she waved: "goodbye, this shop is really good."

With that, she tightened her tight backpack and stepped into the heavy rain.

The two witches looked suspiciously at the girl's back and at the closed trap door.

"Nothing happened..."

"is the boss really sleeping?"

"Maybe he didn't really want to go to school."

"I didn't send my daughter to school... Hogwarts is more dangerous than London these days."

"That's natural. Speaking of it, do you know what happened last year...

....

the broken awning on the street made a violent and crisp noise, like a dump truck pouring stones down. The stones raised by the strong wind are mixed with the rainstorm, which makes people unable to resist at all. The air is filled with mineral dust and water mist.

In the rain, Miranda calmly walked to the corner, then grabbed a transparent figure in the rain and ran.

Hoffa was dragged out of the phantom state, dragging a big brown box and wearing a blue poncho. They trampled on the water and ran to the Bank of the Thames, where a small boat bumped in the rainstorm was parked. When they got on the boat, they cleared the rain out of the boat. Miranda snapped her fingers and the boat started to move in the turbulent inner city river.

Hoffa wiped the rain on his face, and his heart was still palpitating: "Damn, these people don't let me go to school."

Miranda rolled her eyes. "Then why do you want to open this shop? I'm not responsible after driving. It's just too bad. "

"Who told them to follow me all the time," Hoffa said. "I was forced."

Miranda gave Hoffa a deep look. "You're not alone anymore."

This sentence made Hoffa feel goose bumps. He shivered and didn't want to speak.

When they came to the king's Cross station by water, the rain did not stop, but there were signs that it was getting worse. They could not see anything clearly. They didn't even cover it up, so they got into nine and three-quarters of the station.

Compared with last year, the number of people at the station is nearly half less. The rain curtain is like a veil, and the empty darkness lurks behind it. The students who are wrong with him only focus on their own affairs. They don't look like real people, but just silent figures.

At the beginning, Hoffa thought he was too early, but when he came to the carriage and sat down, Miranda said, "this year, there are half fewer Hogwarts students. After last year, many parents have stopped sending students to school."

Hoffa: is it safer outside than Hogwarts

"A lot of witches have emigrated to the United States, don't you think?"

Miranda looked out of the window again. "I suddenly feel that agraia won't come this year."

"What?" Hoffa was surprised.

"Do you think her family would risk sending their heirs to Hogwarts? I don't think so. I even suspect that she has been sent to the United States, otherwise my owl will not always find her

Hoffa kept silent, but he thought of a short conversation between himself and her mother. Did she really believe her words and send her stubborn and willful daughter to the United States.

"Do you miss her?" Asked Miranda.

"No

Hoffa denied: "I feel relaxed when she's not here."

"Really?"

Asked Miranda.

Hoffa stopped talking. He felt that his words were half true.

"War years are too common." Miranda said calmly, "if she does go somewhere else, I'll be happy for her.""Then you're too happy."

There was a cold voice outside the door.

Hoffa sighed. Miranda turned her head and saw two girls standing at the door of the carriage.

She had silver hair and wore a plaid skirt with dark diamonds.

The other has long blonde hair and looks like a senior girl. She was wearing a Hogwarts School gown with a silver Falcon shining on her collar. This is a prefect of Ravenclaw college.

Miranda stood up: "agraia."

"Why, you want me to go before I leave?" Agraia didn't look good.

"Don't tell me your family doesn't have that idea." Miranda opened her hand.

"They have, but you can't have." Agraia said strongly.

"Well, I'm guilty, hee hee."

Miranda raised her hand to surrender. Then she hugged her, pulled her to her side with a smile, pointed to the senior blonde next to her and asked, "who is this?"

Agraia was very helpful because of this hug. Her face changed when she saw Miranda. Instead of being angry, she forced herself to face excitedly and said, "my cousin. Shylock Bohan. "

"So."

Miranda nodded to her. "Hello, prefect Bohan."

The tall girl nodded to Miranda, but her eyes rested on Hoffa by the window.

Hoffa sat in his seat and did not move. At the moment of the appearance of aglia, a kind of inexplicable and embarrassing emotion came into being. Last time, she was slapped heavily by her mother in front of her, but she was misunderstood to death by her mother, which made him unable to treat this friend in the same way as before.

But after all, I haven't seen him for a month. He's still two words, "Hey, aglia."

"Hey, Hoffa."

Agraia hesitated for a moment, said hello, and reached out to pat Hoffa on the shoulder. But seeing the other side's forced smile, aglia felt the embarrassment in the air. He took back his hand.

Miranda narrowed her eyes and looked around Hoffa and aglia. Then she looked at the standing senior prefect, and suddenly understood something.

She stepped forward slightly, blocking the gaze from the prefect: "what's the matter with Xuejie?"

The senior girl shook her head, smile and side her head: "it's OK. I'll send aglia over. Is it convenient for me to sit here?"

Miranda was stunned, but also embarrassed to say no directly, so she gave way to a position: "of course."

The senior prefect Ravenclaw went to aglia and sat down,

Hoffa took a look at Miranda, but Miranda had already taken out a book "what Zarathustra said" from her backpack. He covered his expression and read with his legs crossed. What do you have to do with me.

Three normal friends have become four. Originally, the atmosphere is a bit awkward. Now, with an unidentified female prefect, the atmosphere is even more wonderful.

The female prefect asked curiously, "are you the boy who cast the shield curse last year?"

Hoffa looked at each other. She had a few freckles on her face, but she was still good-looking. She had a big nose and big eyes. Although she was not as exaggerated as aglea, she was also a beauty.

But for some reason, Hoffa didn't want to be prefixed with a shield curse in front of his name as soon as others mentioned him. What's more, the whole school knows about it. Why do you mention it again.

"It's me." Said Hoffa dryly.

"That's amazing. I heard your hair used to be black."

"Yes."

"Are your eyes born?"

"Yes."

"That's amazing."

"Yes."

Looking at Nietzsche's Miranda, she seemed to see something interesting. She laughed and turned the page again.

"No wonder agraia talks about you a lot." The female prefect said, "my father often mentions you too. Do you know my father?"

Hoffa took a look at agraia. Her fingers were tangled together, and her veins could be seen. But she always has something to say. This time she is bored. God knows what she has experienced in this month.

He can't stand it any more. He doesn't want to know what the fifth grade girl is doing.

He stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry. I'll go to the toilet."

With that, he opened and closed the door and walked out of the car.

...

...

the storm is reaching its peak at this time, and the intensity may have reached its maximum. There was no light in the cloudy sky outside.

Looking at the crazy rainstorm outside, Hoffa began to be inexplicably irritable and tired. The adventure and fear of these times overdraw his spirit, and some subtle ideas unconsciously penetrated into his mind.For a moment, he really wanted aglia to go to America. She always brings herself some unimaginable negative problems.

Internship, adventure, or now this inexplicable female prefect Ravenclaw... If she can go to the United States, can she never see her again, can she live a more peaceful life.

After staying with her for a long time, talking to Miranda feels like a massage.

He looked at the torrential rain outside the window, put his forehead on the window, closed his eyes, and tried to calm down his restless thoughts with low temperature.

I wish I could be alone.

He thought, don't be disturbed by these inexplicable relationships. These meaningless exchanges and emotions make life complicated, make thoughts complicated, and finally lose himself...

thinking about it, some fragmented pictures flashed into his mind. For some reason, he thought of the quarrel between himself and agraia at Hagrid's house.

Hoffa opened his eyes with a trace of fatigue and obscurity. He didn't want to go back to the car. He wanted to walk around alone.

He began to walk in the long corridor of the train. When the laughing and talking people in the carriage saw the men walking past outside the window, some people got excited, and some even poked their heads out to greet him.

Hoffa responded reluctantly. After laughing, he immediately returned to his expressionless state, like a puppet in a mask. The feeling of wanting to be alone is getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, he found an empty carriage. It's not right to say it's empty, because there is a young smoker standing outside the carriage. He is wearing a relaxed plaid shirt, as thin as an addict. He has silver hair similar to agraia, and his appearance has a decadent beauty.

He stood at the door of the empty carriage with his arms in his arms, watching the heavy rain outside the train.

The moment they passed by, he took a look at Hoffa and didn't say hello to him.

Hoffa went into the empty car, sat in the corner and looked out the window.

The rain continued, and the Scottish mountains and wheat fields in the distance were like a gray Impressionist oil painting, fuzzy and hazy, unable to see anything clearly.

All the murmurs were whispering in his ear. All the time, the feeling of being bound has weakened a lot, and he finally feels comfortable. Like a thirsty stranded blue whale swimming into the dark deep sea, his thinking and spirit are sensitive.

The more sensitive he was, the more tired he was.

The more tired he was, the more he wanted to rest.

As if after a long adventure, countless opponents, countless troubles, countless checkpoints, countless jobs, and countless failures, we have come to the present step.

There was a voice in his head that began to remind him.

Take a break.

Take a quarter of an hour off, Hoffa.

Hoffa took a look at the long reclining chair beside him and lay down involuntarily.

The wooden recliner seemed to have suddenly turned into a marshmallow.

As soon as he lay down, he sank in.

One meter

two meters

three meters

ten meters

twenty meters

thirty meters

one hundred meters

two hundred meters

....

the blue whale went through the deep ocean and fell endlessly like a free falling body in countless bubbles.

Acceleration of gravity.

Make him faster and faster.

It's as fast as a meteor about to hit the earth in a moment.

He fell deep into the earth.

Through the darkness of the earth's core.

In the dark, a pair of huge golden eyes looked at him.

He took a look at those eyes and didn't miss them much.

He continued to fall.

Came to an unknown space.

There are gorgeous and changeable colors here.

Red, yellow, blue, purple, they're soft together. Gorgeous and beautiful.

And everything he wanted.

The food of the future, McDonald's, KFC, pizza... There are also earphones, mobile phones, music, TV... There are strange but kind faces on those mobile phones and TV...

their lips open and close, saying strange words

we, unprecedented

we, that is, all things

we, are one

...

he took a look at that Some faces, continue to fall...

through cells, molecules, atoms, nuclei, protons, quarks... Continue to fall, faster and faster, faster and faster than the speed of light...

he saw the void.

There is only one deck chair in the world.

The deck chair is the one you lie down on.Yes, he's going to lie down.

Even if he abandons all the things behind him

abandons all the reality and emotions, he will lie down and get closer

getting closer

getting closer

...

...

PA!!

A pair of big hands seized Hoffa's arm.

Pulled him up a centimeter from the couch.

Pulling him through the layers of space.

Drag him back to the real world.

Hoffa's spirit trembled as if he had fallen from the edge of the bed when he was asleep. He woke up with a start and was sweating.

He saw that the man who pulled him up was the thin boy smoking at the door. He looked at Hoffa coldly.

"Do you want to die?"