Chapter 266

"You're not going?" Hoffa gave her one more look.

"No hurry."

Delfina said lazily. She turned her finger and a letter appeared between her fingers. "This letter, Norbert asked me to give it to you."

She hurled the letter at Hoffa, who held it between his fingers.

"Oh, by the way, and as a reward, we asked him to transport all kinds of alchemy equipment for the Ministry of magic. After that, if you still want to do arms business, you don't have to sneak. Of course, that's only the territory of the allies. "

"That would be wonderful."

Hoffa said blandly, he took the letter, did not rush to open it, but asked: "when I was in France, I just went to the toilet, and you disappeared. Then the German army came to me and told me, was that a coincidence?"

"Coincidence, there is no coincidence, everything is fate." Delfina put her hand in front of her waist and looked very dignified.

"Yes, why don't you bring her back in person? I think you are much faster than me." Hoffa asked, squinting.

"They are women. To be honest, I don't want to talk with a man of the same sex at all. Would you like to stay alone with a man for half a year? "

She laughed and raised Hoffa's chin with her slender fingers. "Of course, if I could, I would like to have a thrilling adventure with a handsome guy like you."

Pop!

Hoffa opened the palm of her hand and looked at her badly.

But Delfina was not angry. She blew a kiss, and then, smiling and rolling, the phantom disappeared.

Watching the bald woman disappear, he always felt that this guy was not a fuel-efficient lamp. But he had decided to leave, so he didn't think much about it. Instead, he turned his attention to the letter in his hand.

When I opened the letter, it was a mess of handwriting.

[magic ministry gives me the power to sell my awesome arms. I think we have sent it. Now the world's most short of cargo is in the Far East. I'll go to the Soviet Union first. When you deliver the girl, you can come to Moscow to find me. We'll do a big job! ——After reading the letter, Hoffa grinned. He breathed a sigh of relief. Norbert was in the Soviet Union. Although this place was far away and cold, it was also a place to go. Fortunately, he did not fall to the level of no head fly.

He packed up the letters and drove nonstop to the docks in London. For some reason, he doesn't want to stay in England for a minute now, just like a criminal who is anxious to escape from the crime scene.

Almost all the pedestrians on the road are wearing winter robes, but Hoffa is still wearing summer shirts. In the future, it will only take him less than a day to walk. He has walked for nearly half a year and spent much more time than he expected. He didn't even have time to change.

It was almost midnight when he arrived at the dock. The ticket office had already closed, but he still asked the night shift about the ferry time from London to Murmansk. The next morning there was a freighter coming, and he just had to wait one night.

Hoffa looked at the time and decided to wait until after the day to start again. He found a broken chair in the dock square and planned to spend time meditating.

This kind of square is full of tramps wrapped in newspapers, and there are piles of wine bottles under almost every chair.

As soon as he entered meditation, the contents of nightmares came back to him. They became very clear when he was alone. Suddenly, he felt very agitated, unable to meditate at all. There was an adult magazine on the chair beside him that he didn't know which tramp had left behind.

He picked up the magazine and turned it up. The contents of the magazine were similar to those of later Playboy magazines. They were all pictures of some third rate female stars exposed, but they changed from color to black and white.

The only color on the magazine is a kind of tawny stain, spray like, on almost every page. God knows what happened to this poor magazine.

"Screw the ice cream..."

Hoffa muttered and flipped through the magazine aimlessly, as if only in this way could he forget the contents of that nightmare.

He is turning over.

All of a sudden.

A white finger pulled on the cover of the magazine and slowly pulled it up. At the same time, a slightly hoarse voice rang out: "Hi, Hoffa, long time no see."

Hoffa leaned head up in his chair to read the magazine, while the guy who suddenly came to say hello stood behind the chair and looked down at him.

So from Hoffa's point of view, the guy's face was upside down, but even so, he recognized her at a glance.

The chestnut shoulder length short hair, the round rimless glasses, and the sharp chin, the moment he recognized, he got an electric shock, bounced up from the chair, and stepped back at a loss.

"Mi... Miranda..."

he looked at the visitor with surprise and joy. Palm in the body to touch, first is to manage their collar, to see if there is a mess, and then touch their hair, want to be blown by the night wind edge of the place to press down, so as not to look too haggard."You, why are you here?"

He stammered. I didn't expect to meet her in such a place, one of my best friends and one of my most dangerous opponents.

Compared with a year ago, her appearance has changed a lot. First of all, her height has changed a lot. She is about 1.65 meters, which is completely different from what she used to be.

She was wearing a cool Black Studded motorcycle jacket, a pair of black shorts, a pair of high top Martin boots under her long legs, a very ethereal make-up on her face, obsidian earrings on her ears and sharp eyebrows. But Huo FA, who has seen the world outside, can see at a glance that the make-up is not so good. The technique is very astringent, and the color of the lips is too deep.

"Isn't it me to ask?"

Miranda squinted and said, "this is England. What's wrong with my appearance in London?"

"Isn't that the point of school?"

"Yes, isn't that the point for school?"

Miranda asked. She picked up the magazine in her hand, glanced at it, then shook it in front of Hoffa's eyes, grinned and said, "you've changed a lot. Are you mature?"

"Gan!"

Hoffa blushed and almost bled. He thought it was Murphy's law. He had lived for four or five years and had no time to do yellow. Just when he wanted to cultivate his sentiment, he was caught by his best friend.

He held his forehead with one hand, waved his hand with a bitter smile, and changed the topic: "come on, how do you know my position?"

"I'm passing by."

Miranda casually tosses her old magazine aside, grabs her arms and says, "go to a bar with a friend and have a drink, and then I'll see you on the way."

"Yes, you also learned to make up."

Hough, smiling and smiling, couldn't help but make complaints about her appearance.

Although I haven't seen him for more than a year, the sense of familiarity will never go away. He still remembers the literary girl style when he was reading on the train in his first grade.

Miranda raised her eyebrows and arms. "Yeah, is it good?" Said she disliked the Nu nuzui, "you, from Africa to dig to mix, come back to collect the bottle?"

The unusual poisonous tongue made Hoffa burst into laughter, and the embarrassment was swept away. He bent down and sat back in his chair laughing, his legs arched with laughter. Indeed, his dusty appearance was not respectable. His clothes were dirty and dirty when Bournemouth picked up the vampires.

Several tramps wrapped in newspapers next door were awakened by his laughter and began to curse.

"I can't help it. I can only keep my life by collecting rags." Hoffa collapsed on his chair and said in a gesture that mud could not support the wall.

Miranda gave a laugh. With her world weary makeup, she felt some icebergs melting. After laughing, she immediately held her face: "where are you going?"

She asked, putting her hand in her pocket.

"The Soviet Union."

Hoffa said: "my friend has an alchemy workshop over there, which can make me sell arms, enjoy popularity, and go to the top of my life."

Miranda smiles, then sighs, takes two sheets of paper from her black jacket pocket and hands them to Hoffa.

Hoffa took a look. It was a newspaper and a wanted notice.

The newspaper is a new Daily Prophet, with a big headline in bold English! Hoffa Bach, a disciple of the black wizard grindwall, appeared in England and slaughtered hundreds of vampires!! 】

there is also a picture of him and Tom Riddell walking side by side in the cloud base under the title, and I don't know when those people secretly took it.

The accompanying article in the photo details the vampire incident in Bournemouth, not mentioning Mans, only saying that he killed a large number of German witches and groups of vampires.

Then I took out the wanted notice below and saw that I had a gloomy expression in the picture. I looked at the back of the picture with a certain villain demeanor. Before he had time to read the dense German text about himself, Hoffa was bluffed by the long string of zeros at the bottom.

"I thought you could do well outside. I didn't expect that it would be the same as before Miranda sighed: "Germany has issued a death warrant for you now. You can buy more than half of Norway if your head is broken. I can guarantee that as long as you get out of this dock now, there will be endless assassinations waiting for you."

Hoffa calmly read all the words of the newspaper and the wanted order and handed them back.

He failed to capture mans alive and killed a soul fragment of Tom Riddell. Naturally, he had no face to report back to Slughorn. Finally, the news was leaked out and was being cleaned up. Everything mans did, for better or worse, fell on him, just as he had foreseen.

Miranda rubs the newspaper and the wanted notice, and the paper turns to ashes in the air. Then she sat next to Hoffa and worried, "you can't go out. Stay in England. It's safe here.""No

Hoffa flatly and firmly rejected Miranda: "I've already bought my ticket for the six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Are you crazy?"

Miranda stares and looks a little excited: "the secret power of the imperial wizard association is all over the world. Even if they want to assassinate the president of the United States, no one can stop them."

"In that case, it's no use if I stay in England or not. It's already happened." Hoffa said indifferently, as if to state something that had nothing to do with him.

"I can...

her excited voice stammered," Bao, protect you. "

Hoffa laughed and gave her a quick crack with his finger. "Nice to meet you, Miranda, but I'd better go back. It's getting late."

The young girl stood up, her expression became a little angry, and with that weariness makeup, she looked gloomy and terrible: "I haven't seen you for a year and a half, and I haven't written a letter, so you're going to blow me away?" Miranda sneered and squeezed a few words out of her teeth. "I think I've got the wrong person."

Hoffa didn't expect her sudden reaction to be so big, a little surprised. A few of the tramps who were woken up next to him still yelled and laughed, "Yo, little sister, he doesn't want you, uncle wants you!"

"Come to Dad, dad will love you very much!"

"Aren't the trousers so short at night?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

(saliva)

the lines on Miranda's face are as sharp as a knife. She grins out a row of snow-white teeth, looks at the fragrant vagabonds, and extends her fingers to her glasses.

Hoffa thought of her terrible dark side with a thump in his heart, so he pressed his palm forward, and Kankan pushed back Miranda's glasses. Then he took her by the wrist and stepped on the ground.

By the way, the glass bottle under the chair turned into vermicelli powder. The filthy tramps were blown up by the suddenly exploded glass bottle. They tore open the newspaper one after another and got up and patted their clothes. Some people even picked up the bottle to find fault, but when they put on a good posture, where can they see half a figure.