Chapter 267

Hoffa released Miranda's wrist from the suspension bridge at the top of a freighter at the dock.

Miranda turned away from him and said, "I'm sorry I've lost my temper." She said faintly, and could not see the embarrassed gesture on her face.

"I'm sorry I didn't contact you, but it was a must." Hoffa painstakingly said: "I have made too many enemies, those people are more and more crazy."

"Excuse." Miranda's lips move.

"You are my best friend. I can't..." he sighed and shook his head. "You don't understand. Fate is changeable."

Miranda closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the lines on her face softened. She took Hoffa by the wrist. "If that's true, do you think I'm afraid? Or do you think I'm not strong enough to hold you back?

"You're not afraid, I'm afraid, I won't take any risks, so whatever you say is useless." Hoffa looked at the flashing lighthouse in the distance: "I will leave England for sure."

Miranda stopped talking. She lowered her head.

Hoffa saw that she was a little sad, and her heart was very painful. When she didn't see her for a year, she was about to split up. The helplessness in the war years was not enough for external humanity.

He touched Miranda's chestnut hair and said with a smile, "don't talk about me all the time. You haven't told me how you are in London."

"My grandfather is back." Miranda shook his hand and said faintly.

Hoffa raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "Professor ADBE is back?"

"Yes, he was transferred to the Ministry of magic this year as the director of the Department of defense against the dark arts," Miranda said without expression. "I was also arranged to practice in London, patrolling every corner of London every day, saying that I would catch black wizards, but most of the time I could only catch thieves."

"That's good, too."

"Is it?"

Miranda raised her head noncommittally, spitting out a white fog in the cold night sky, and shook her head: "most of the other Ravenclaw's tasks are heavier than mine, but what I envy most is you, you are more free than me."

I'm envied. Damn it. Hoffa thought that he would be crazy if he chose anyone with poor psychological endurance.

"Forget it, if you really want to leave, I won't keep you, but you can go after Christmas," she suggested again. "It's not a few days. If you don't go to school, just go to my home. My home is just me and my grandfather."

"After Christmas..."

Hoffa looked at the lights on the other side of the Thames and fell into a deep meditation. It was true that Norbert's invitation was not in a hurry for a day or two. If you can go to Miranda's, write him a few letters with an owl. We can also determine a specific location. Maybe that will be easier.

After weighing the trade-offs, Hoffa nodded, "OK, I promise to spend Christmas with you."

Miranda, with a smile on her face, handed Hoffa her hand. "Take me down. I can't see the phantom for a while."

"As you wish, miss gossack."

Hoffa made an exaggerated bow. Pull up her palm, hold her horizontally, and then jump directly from the suspension bridge of hundreds of meters to the ground. At night, it was about the same height for him as three steps.

"I can do it!" After landing, Miranda looked up at the height, recovered from weightlessness, and pushed him: "Hey, don't hold me like this, I'm not familiar with you."

Hoffa laughed. After making the decision to spend Christmas with his friends in England, he was in a better mood. He let Miranda go and asked, "how are you going to take me back, goshak?"

"Wait and see, Bach. It must be something new you haven't seen before." Miranda stretches, turns his head and knocks it on his head: "come with me ~"

when Hoffa covers his head and follows Miranda, his face is full of uncontrollable smile. When he sees anyone outside, he feels that others want to count him, and he is almost persecuted. Only when he was with his old friends could he relax completely.

when they walked to the corner, he saw a royal Enfield motorcycle painted black near the fire hydrant on the corner, with single cylinder side valves, black seats, round and bright lights, and silver ears. It looked quite British.

"I thought you would come here on a broomstick."

The moment he saw the vehicle, Hoffa laughed, "haven't you become so punk in a year?"

"Ah, what Punk?"

Miranda looks at him in confusion.

"Forget it," Hoffa waved, "when I didn't say it."

He just thought of punk, which will be decades later. Miranda certainly didn't know about it. However, during the period of time when she didn't see her for a year, the girl really changed a lot. She not only learned how to make up, but also could drive a motorcycle.

Miranda stepped on the motorcycle, pedaled on the accelerator, and then took out two locomotive caps from the body. One was put on by herself, and the other was handed to Hoffa.

Hoffa, speechless, took over the retro motorcycle hat with windproof glasses, put it on his head and sat behind Miranda.Then, the motorcycle lights orange, a pleasant vibration sound, two people on the streets of London gallop up.

The wind was blowing through Hoffa's ears, and the iron buckle of the locomotive hat was always patting his cheek. The speed was not fast, only about 60 miles. Miranda didn't look like the kind of person who drove fast to find excitement. However, looking at the buildings and cars passing by, Hoffa suddenly couldn't help laughing. The more he laughed, the happier he was.

"What are you laughing at?"

Asked Miranda, who was driving a motorcycle.

"Ha ha ha..."

Hoffa didn't answer. He was smiling behind her. In fact, he didn't know why he was laughing, but he just wanted to laugh now.

"What are you laughing at?"

Miranda, the driver, asked with a silent smile.

"Ha ha ha ha ha....."

"ha ha ha ha ha ha....."

"ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....."

at last, he laughed that Miranda was a little annoyed. She turned the car around fiercely, narrowly missed a black Jaguar, and almost hit someone's ear.

"Are you a fool?" Miranda hit the back of his head on Hoffa's motorcycle hat: "don't laugh!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Hoffa laughed louder and louder. He even reached under her armpit and scratched her. When she was struggling, he reached in front of her and took off her glasses.

"You're crazy!"

The locomotive twisted irregularly in the street, mixed with the angry roar of girls, which attracted the eyes of countless passers-by.

Finally, when the motorcycle stopped at the bottom of an apartment building near Downing Street and Big Ben, Miranda stepped off the motorcycle like a drunk. She pulled off Hoffa's motorcycle cap and gave him an angry kick in the leg.

"Go out and run your brain!" She made angry accusations.

Hoffa had never seen such an expression on Miranda's face. Before, when they were together, she would only give some dark ideas or bury herself in reading, and nobody would pay attention to them.

"Who did you learn to drive from? Did you have a gangster boyfriend the year I was away? " Hoffa asked as he sat in the back of the car.

"That's not true. There's more than one, more than a dozen, and one every month!" She looked at Hoffa angrily, took out a bunch of keys from her pocket and said, "follow me."

They got off their motorcycles and headed for a nearby row of old-fashioned apartment buildings. They stopped in front of a row of brown wooden doors covered with Chlorophytum and pineapple like 221B Baker Street.

"Is Professor goshak at home?"

Hoffa looked at the 24-hour convenience store on the side of the road and thought that if he wanted to see his old Dean, he would have to buy some fruit.

"Don't worry about it," Miranda saw through Hoffa's eyes. "He's been working overtime these days. He won't be back until Christmas Eve."

"So late!" Hoffa was shocked.

"Don't worry about him." Miranda turned the door with the key: "there are three secretaries in the Department at his command."

When she opened the door, Miranda pressed the light in the hallway to get Hoffa's shoes and yelled, "Patty."

Almost as soon as her voice fell, a pair of pink slippers came running from afar. On the pink slippers is a pair of thighs only the thickness of Hoffa's wrists.

"Oh, miss, here's a friend."

A house elf dressed in a maid's dress, neat but nervous. It rushes to Miranda, grabs her slipper like a whirlwind and puts it in front of Hoffa. Then it looks up and makes a sound.

"Ah!"

Then he rushed back like a whirlwind. In the blink of an eye, he took several neatly folded rags, staring at Hoffa's clothes like a copper bell, as if facing the enemy.

"Please, sir. If it's not too much trouble, I can ask Patty to wipe it for you. It will be fine soon."

She spoke fast, politely but firmly.

Hoffa stood awkwardly at the door.

"Don't bother, Patty. He's a savage. He's used to it. You make him a cup of tea. " Miranda took the rag from the elf and pushed it to the kitchen: "green tea is good. Use Oriental."

"Ah! Savage! It's the 20th century! "

The elf was pushed forward, but his despairing eyes were still looking at the stains on Hoffa's body: "savages are going to evolve."

Miranda: "he can't evolve. Don't shout. Primitive people don't understand English."

The elves despair: "true or false..."

after sending away the house elves, Miranda returns to the cloakroom with a smile, "come on in, do you want me to help you?"

Hoffa rolled his eyes, changed his shoes and went into the living room.

He has been to another friend's home. He still remembers that he was shocked by the amazing castle at that time, but Miranda's house is much more ordinary, similar to that of the ordinary working class.The living room is about 60 square meters. There are not many decorations. There are several rows of knitted cushions on the simple European sofa. The fireplace is burning with apple wood. It is very quiet. The dining room is a little smaller than the kitchen. There are several magic chandeliers suspended on the lacquer wooden table. There is a basin of Blue Hydrangea under the chandelier. It seems that it is not very sociable. There are only four chairs.

In the kitchen, the house elves busily pick and choose in front of the cupboard, looking at Hoffa from time to time, their ears flapping.

"My elf, ADBE, came from his hometown," Miranda said helplessly, holding the chair back at the table. "Except for cleanliness and nervousness, everything else is OK."

"The servant will be very much like the master." Hoffa looked at the busy figure of the elf and said with a smile, "how's your brother doing?"

"You want to see him?" Miranda reached for her glasses with a smile. "Didn't you take my glasses off in the car?"

"Well," Hoffa said teasingly, "come on, when I meet Miller, let's see if he's getting better."

Miranda curled her mouth and pushed her glasses: "come on, if you live for a long time, you can see him. Now, forget it."

At this time, the house elf came to the living room with a cup of tea and coffee, one in front of Miranda, and the other half a meter away from Hoffa.

"Thank you."

Hoffa took the tea and started a family relationship with a friend he hadn't seen for a long time. "I remember, didn't your family live in... What county?"

"Devon." Miranda sipped her coffee. "Adebe is in the Ministry of magic this year. He rented an apartment near here. When his term is over, we'll have to move back. "

After a pause, she said, "but if his term ends and I graduate, I can consider renewing the lease for a few years. The environment here is actually pretty good."

"That's not true."

Hoffa stood at the window and looked into the distance. He could see the bright lights in Downing Street, the residence of the current British Prime Minister Winston Churchill.

Put down the curtains.

"If you want me to tell you, you can buy this house. Now there are wars everywhere and the land price is cheap. In a few years, the lot will rise to a level where your grandson will not worry about food."

"Are you so sure we can win? This place was bombed by Germany a month ago, and even the Muggle prime minister's residence was bombed to pieces. "

"No, I'm optimistic. If I were you, I'd have to buy everything around here when others don't like it. "

Hoffa said, suddenly feeling that his face was quite manly. I felt my nose awkwardly.

"Easy to say, I don't have that much money."

Miranda sat on the dining table and looked at Hoffa with a smile. "Even in the war, the land price here is more than 500 gold galleons per square meter. If we really win, I'm afraid I can't even afford the loft of this house after working for ten years."

"It's too real."

Hoffa laughs like a pig. It's the same age.

Miranda: it's you. Have you made any money this year? I don't really pick up garbage every day. "

"It's up to you." Hoffa held the cup and rolled his eyes.

Miranda: of course I have to. You came out so many years earlier than me. If I have no food to eat after graduation, I can ask you to borrow money

Hoffa: do you think I look like a rich man in such rags

Miranda laughed, then she took a sip of coffee: "why, you sent back the granddaughter of the richest alchemist in history from dangerous France, and they didn't reward you with tens of thousands of gold gallons?"

Huo FA a Leng, the smile on the face slowly disappears, "how do you know so much?"

Miranda seemed embarrassed. Under Hoffa's gaze, she raised her glass and drank for a long time. When she put it down, she looked as usual. "Forget it. If you don't have any of these, you must be exhausted. I'll show you your room."

She put down her coffee cup and walked up the stairs. The house elves in the kitchen seemed to have been waiting for this moment. After Hoffa went upstairs, she ran up with her broom and slippers.

The second floor is warmer than the first floor. Maybe Miranda often stays here and takes care of herself more. There are four rooms around a circular corridor with bird shaped wind chimes hanging every few meters. In the middle of the corridor is a rest room for reading. In the middle of the rest room is an open Mantra book, which is thicker than Hoffa's head.

Pushing open a door, Miranda said, "you can live as long as you want. It's your home."

"Yes, please."

He took a look at the neat guest room, looking a little lacking of interest, neat gray sheets, neat gray quilt covers, clean cleaned radio and desk. Even the most fastidious Hotel sleepers can't find fault. But after so many strange adventures and strange scenes, he was not interested in this kind of daily residence.

If there are not ten killers hidden under the bed, I'm afraid I can't sleep comfortably. He thinks so, and thinks he's a real bitch.At this time, the next room marked Miranda's English house attracted his attention. Hoffa looked inside and felt itchy.

"Do you want to come into my room?" Miranda asked with a smile.

"That's not true." Mr. Hoffa is honest.

"I don't know you well." Miranda said with a smile.

"Don't be unfamiliar. We used to live in a room in the second grade." Hoffa joked.

"How big is that? I was only 12 years old Miranda made a face, but still opened the room for him.

The room is much denser than Hoffa imagined. The color matching is only black and white, with black sheets, white walls, black desks, white chairs. There are several manuscripts marked with human anatomy on the walls, as well as her own photos. I'm not sure whether the photos are hers or Miller's, because she doesn't wear glasses. Besides, there is nothing else. It's not as much as the guest room just now.

"Disappointed?" Miranda laughs.

"It's very good. It's very personal." Hoffa was noncommittal. "Why, you didn't collect a scrapbook about me. It's full of all kinds of news about my adventures out of the newspaper..."

Miranda was stunned for a second, then laughed angrily and poked his elbow in his chest: "pull you down, you're so shameless, and you cut the book, are you too narcissistic or am I too abnormal?"

"Maybe all of them. Is it in the drawer?"

"Get out of here, get out of here."

"Ha ha ~"

Hoffa dodged the elbow stroke, hid his friend's fist, and ran towards Miranda's desk with a smile.

"All right, you look for it, you look for it, I'll lose if I find a newspaper." Miranda couldn't, she said with disdain.

"Hum, don't talk big. Under my electric eye, even if you use the hidden curse..."

the voice suddenly stopped. He saw a group photo of Miranda's desk, which should have been taken at the end of the second grade. There are three people in the picture. One of them is lying on the bed. A girl on the left is pressing his head. Another girl on the right is holding a bottle and pouring a kind of medicine into his mouth.

Hoffa just glanced at the group photo and immediately removed his eyes. The smile on his face disappeared like a ebb.