Chapter 268

It took Hoffa a long time to get used to his peculiar short vacation, which lasted for one year, maybe four or five years. He is either doing or being done. Or on the way to do and be done.

But these days, he can eat and sleep as long as he wants, as long as he is not afraid of nightmares. He can even stay in bed all day without getting up.

However, he still doesn't want to have nightmares, so he uses meditation to replace sleep almost every day. Because he died once before and could hardly see the sun after he was rescued by the night God, he usually meditates during the day, goes shopping at night, and buys some food at the two or fourteen hour convenience store.

Fortunately, London is an international city with rich nightlife, but don't get me wrong. Near Downing Street, there are many Muggle high-ranking officials. The red light district certainly doesn't exist, and so does the mess.

Because it was wartime, it was normal for those senior officials to work late into the night. If a senior official worked overtime, it meant that his team had to work overtime, so the night here was unexpectedly busy.

He could often see traffic coming in and out, back and forth, behind the closed iron fence in Downing Street. He even saw the fat man with a big belly, wearing a black hat and holding a cane, come out of a black Daimler DB18 and enter Downing Street.

When I met him for the first time, he was very strange. He was as famous as Stalin, Roosevelt and Hitler. In the past, he could only look at pictures in history books.

But after a few days, he got used to it. Because of his excellent ear power, he could even hear Churchill at 10 Downing Street in the distance yelling something at the phone in the middle of the night. After that, the Secretary clattered on the printer. Sometimes he could hear the toilet flush and his abusive smoking.

On the street along Big Ben, there are many hidden but high-quality restaurants and bars, which are open 24 hours a day. Even if no one goes in, there are orange elegant and soft lights in them.

But after a try, Hoffa was frightened by the price on the menu. He felt that only by killing himself, and then taking his head to change money for * * could he spend everyday here.

Of course, there are many clothing stores here. They are all very high-end customized and handmade suit stores. I don't know whether they are used to it or under age. Hoffa always doesn't like suits that look very formal. Maybe those clothes will fit very well if they are replaced by Tom Riedel.

What he likes most is the simplest work clothes or casual suits. Maybe he is born with socialism, and those suits with straight signs always make him feel suffocating.

The night after staying at Miranda's house, he asked Miranda to ride a motorcycle and take him to the Portobello Road market in London, where he changed into clean clothes. Miranda tried hard to help him choose, but because of his earrings and hair color, no matter how to match them, they all look very mixed. In Miranda's words, he is a wandering artist and can't go to formal occasions.

When Miranda lived with him, she vowed to make breakfast for him every day, but the fact is that she is not a diligent girl. She usually sleeps until the third hour of the day before she gets up. When she gets up, she will find that Hoffa's door is locked and can't open at all.

In fact, she seldom met Hoffa himself, because their work and rest were completely opposite. During the day, she will go to perform the patrol and protection tasks arranged by Hogwarts. She will only come back at dinner time, chattering about the things that happened during the day, or going out shopping, shopping, eating and so on.

Hoffa didn't tell Miranda what happened to him. He felt that most people couldn't accept what happened to him. Fortunately, Miranda didn't ask him why he always sleeps during the day. Maybe she just thinks that Hoffa has been running outside all the time, so she is tired.

A short and pleasant holiday is like taking a rocket. Before Hoffa can taste it, Christmas will come in a flash. This makes him even suspect that mans is not dead, secretly controlling the passage of time with a hundred times speed.

On Christmas Eve, Hoffa didn't meditate much during the day. Before the first snowflake fell on the edge of the window, he came downstairs early because he heard another man's voice in the living room.

By the time he came to the restaurant in the sun, his three-year-old Professor, ADBE goshak, was already sitting at the dinner table reading the newspaper.

He was tall, wearing a gray robe at home, holding a newspaper in his hand, and his short gray hair was slightly bald in the sun.

Adebe goshak, former vice president of Hogwarts, Dean Ravenclaw, is Miranda goshak's grandfather and the only living relative. He is his first year spell class teacher, and he once gave himself grindevo's magic and broken grip. However, in the second grade, because of the war, he temporarily handed over the post of president to Dumbledore, while he went to the Soviet Union to perform unknown tasks. It was the first time Hoffa saw him after three years."Professor goshak."

Hoffa stepped up to the table.

"Bach, get up so early today?"

Adebayor for his arrival did not show the slightest surprise, insipid is not like three years did not see, but like three days did not see, "I listen to Miranda said, but you have to sleep every day until the afternoon."

"Nothing like that..."

Hoffa put his hand over his head and said with a smile.

Compared with the calm of the old professor, he was much more cramped. After all, he is the guest, and he is the actual owner of the house. I've been at his house for so many days, and I'm really sorry that I can't say hello to him.

"Are you used to living?" Asked Professor goshak.

"Good." Hoffa said: "Miranda is fine and Patty is fine."

"That's good," Professor goshak nodded expressionless. He picked up the wand and waved it a little. The chair under the table automatically ran under his ass.

"Sit down."

Adebayor put down the newspaper and said briefly.

Hoffa sat at the dining table, the Christmas sun shining on his face through the glass snowflakes, which made him feel a burning pain.

Meanwhile, Miranda wakes up, kicking her slippers up the stairs, still wearing the Obsidian stud and her new dark lips.

When she saw Professor goshak, she did not say hello. She just sat down in the morning corner of the dining table and said good morning to Hoffa. At the sight of her, ADBE goshak frowned.

Hoffa is very grateful to Miranda for helping him block the sun inadvertently, but at the same time, he also feels that the restaurant atmosphere is a little tight. The two men have different personalities. He knew for a long time that when Miranda was in the first grade, in order not to see Professor goshak, he spared a whole year's spell class. Hoffa thought that the departure of Professor goshak, who was in the second grade, was largely nothing to do with his granddaughter I'll take the initiative to let her.

Hoffa knew that the goshak family was actually a German family and moved to England after World War I. The old professor retained some of the stereotype and seriousness of German men. Sometimes he thinks that the German people are very strange. On the one hand, they will produce some stereotyped, very measured and very rigorous people, just like Professor goshak.

But at the same time, the opposite will also produce very rebellious bands and singers, who are resisting all day long. But the core of the resistance is hard to understand for Hoffa, an outsider, and perhaps for the more elegant and traditional British people. But he thinks Miranda has a tendency to develop in that direction.

At this time, the house elf Patty came out of the kitchen, carrying a large tray, diligently put food on the table, breakfast is much more abundant than usual. There are bread, bacon, orange juice, milk and oatmeal.

"It's hard to run outside."

ADBE took the initiative to get up and put bacon on Hoffa's plate: "I see you look a little pale."

"No, it's ok... No, I'll do it myself."

Hoffa was flattered. He got up quickly and took the plate. He took two pieces of it.

"Well."

Adebayor sat back and looked at Hoffa up and down: "I've heard all about you. You've made great progress in the past two years. I'm very glad."

Hoffa chewed bacon, and his eyes fell on Adebayor's newspaper, the one Miranda had shown himself about Bournemouth. There is no doubt that he also thinks that he did it himself, and from the appreciation in his eyes, he thinks it is a kind of progress.

"All right."

Hoffa said politely. He took the milk from the elf and asked, "by the way, how did you get to the Ministry of magic?"

"This is also the above arrangement. Just like going to the Soviet Union at that time, I was ordered to act." Adebayor light way, "but when the Ministry of magic is over, I still want to go back to Hogwarts."

The old professor said that he lowered his head and drank the fruit oatmeal on his plate, which made no sound. That poker face is the same as when I first entered school, it can make all the people who see him fear.

So he stopped talking and drank cereal.

All of a sudden, there was a chill on the instep.

Hoffa can't help but look at Miranda and find that she is putting jam on the bread. Although the face is expressionless, but the foot is not honest in their own feet to step on, with toes in their own instep circle, scratch bad.

He stepped on Miranda and didn't let her move.

She kicked both feet over, and Hoffa couldn't help laughing. He put his knees on the table, hung his feet in the air, and curled up for porridge. When she can't kick herself.

Adebe goshak glanced at them and shook his head slightly. After breakfast was over in silence, goshak wiped his thin lips and said to the distance, "Patty."

The well-dressed house elf, wearing gloves, poked his head out from behind the kitchen: "what's the matter, master?"

"Prepare more vegetarians. I have some political friends coming tonight." Goshak said.The elf was very surprised: "but, said the young lady, there are only three people."

Miranda also looked up and said in surprise, "yes, it's only the three of us."

"Things have changed," Professor goshak said with a soft look. He looked at Hoffa. "You don't mind."

"I don't mind." Hoffa said immediately, smiling. "If it's not convenient, I can leave early."

"No

"You have to stay," said adebe goshak

Hoffa's face froze a little, then nodded.

"Well... Good."

Professor goshak nodded with satisfaction. "Miranda, take him to Anderson and Shepard, get your clothes back, and get your third world jerk outfit ready. Don't embarrass me at night." He stares at Miranda's ears and mouth in displeasure.

Creak!!

With a toothache, Miranda's silver spoon was pinched into a twist. She looked up and pushed her glasses.

"Look at the others, and then look at you."

Ignoring his granddaughter's displeasure, Professor goshak sighed and stood up. "You're so old, you have to think about your future." Then he went upstairs.

It wasn't until the door of the study slammed shut that Hoffa slowly raised his head on the dining table. He was not sure to whom Professor goshak said his last words to. To myself, or to Miranda, or to two people at the same time, after all, I have earrings in my ears.

"Damn old thing."

Miranda wiped her mouth, and the Mahua spoon returned to its original state in her hands. She threw the spoon into the bowl: "it's said that only family members have ever lived. Now I'm looking for a bunch of outsiders. I have to come to someone else's house on Christmas Eve. I don't know who is sick."

"I'm sick." Hoffa said sullenly.

"Oh, I didn't mean you." Miranda grabbed his hand.

"I think Professor goshak is also for you." Said Hoffa, drawing out his hand.

"Yes, for my good, that's a great reason."

Miranda leaned glumly in her chair. "Would you like to go shopping on Saville street with me?"

"I don't want to go out..."

Hoffa thought that this is probably something for one-time wear. He will leave tomorrow. The cost is almost meaningless, and he really doesn't want to go out during the day at all.

"Then I'll go to any store and buy a suit to fool around," Miranda said. "Anyway, those people in the Ministry of magic don't know anything about Muggle clothes."

"That's good."

Hoffa perked up a little.

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...

twelve hours later, when he stood in front of the mirror in his room and tied the elegant gray tie around his neck with the help of the house elves, he felt that he had fallen into a trap silently. This suit was not bought casually, but was designed for his own body. The rules of Saville street, he knew, were it not for advance booking, it was impossible to send a complete suit of clothes so soon.

"It really suits you, Mr. Bach."

Patty, the house elf, was standing in his room with a stack of dark gray suits by the mirror, and his praise was endless. When he first saw him, he was just like two elves. He walked around Hoffa, his mouth was full of praise, and his big eyes were full of little stars: "if you want me to say, you really should dress like this every day, how respectable."

"Thank you, Patty."

A white shirt Hoffa said: "clothes and pants I wear, convenient to go out for a while?"

"Of course, but Mr. Bach's shyness is lovely." The house elf said in a sharp, thin voice. He put the foot pad on Hoffa's hand and went out of the door pattering on his pink slippers.

Leaving the house elf alone, Hoffa was undressed. He slowly stepped back and sat down on the bed with his fingers deep in his hair. He thought of the past again. He thought that the housekeeper of the girl, who was also in England, asked him to take off her plain clothes and put on a nice suit one day.

Although the time is different, but the two pictures still can't stop crossing together, thinking, strong self blame surged into my heart, his fingers from the skin to the cheek, he is so hard to grasp himself, so that the nail deep in the flesh of the cheek, almost tear off his whole face.

Again and again!!

He looked at his bloody face in the glass mirror and let out a kind of silent roar, with a ferocious expression like a dragon.

"It won't happen again." There was a voice rising in his mind.

"How do you know?" The bloody face in the mirror suddenly turned to stare at the glass ball he put on the bedside table.

"You're not the one who falls twice in the same place." The monster in the glass ball said, "according to my observation, you have a strong self-examination mechanism. Although it can sometimes be overcorrected, it is a rare advantage.""You've made me have nightmares."

Hoffa, with ten claw marks on his face, stood in front of the glass ball

"Those are projections of your own uneasiness. I just want you to see inside yourself." The little monster in the glass ball calmly communicated with him with his mind, "you just watch. One day you will appreciate the nightmare and take the initiative to find it."

"Ghosts will." Said Hoffa. Under the moonlight, his bloody face quickly healed, and he honestly put on a suit and trousers in front of the mirror.

The God of nightmare watched him in the glass ball, quietly watching him take off his pants, put on his clothes, tie, comb his hair and dress like a dog.

"Tell me, do you also know what will happen in the future?" After wearing a suit, Hoffa asked as he combed his hair.

"I don't know. I'm not a maniac who needs to see through the future. I've already lost the ability to interfere in reality. It's just that the long time is merciless, and there's nothing new under the sun. What I'm relying on is nothing more than experience. " The God of nightmare said in his head with the voice of Gujing wubo.

"In your experience, what does ADBE goshak want to do with me?"

"You underestimate your sense of being, Bach. You are not only a rare combat power in the wizard world, but also his most proud student. Although he doesn't say it on the surface, I think if he can keep you by his side, he will not hesitate to let the little girl outside the door marry you. "

Click!

Hoffa almost didn't press the comb into his skull. Miranda married him. For some reason, his first reaction was disgust. He could be sure that he had a lot of love for her, but there was no love between men and women. Besides, there was a dark male personality in that guy's body. Just thinking about some things almost made his scalp numb.

"How are you?"

Miranda asked outside. The voice is a little nervous.

Damn it...

he took out the comb stuck in his scalp and said, "OK."