Chapter 269

When Hoffa went out, Miranda was wrestling with her tight dark waist, which was lined with whale bones.

Although she said that goshak was abominable and old-fashioned, in the evening, she obediently put on a black evening dress, white bra, short chestnut hair, wearing a Hanning hat, pointed, like a 19th century witch.

If you see Miranda for the first time, Hoffa will think that this dress is also good, which has the characteristics of the maiden of the magic family. But to ask himself, he still thinks the punk tomboy's style is more suitable for her.

"No?" Hoffa asked, frowning.

"Can you please try it on?"

Miranda asked unhappily.

"Do you mind if I change the material for you? It will be a little looser."

"Ah?"

Hoffa took milandala to her side and pressed her back. Under the effect of metamorphosis, the tight linen lining waist became soft silk, and the whale bone in the waist became almost weightless sponge.

"What else can it do?"

Miranda twisted and looked at him happily.

"As soon as the day comes, you're ready to be beaten back."

"In fact, I still wear it in grade one, but now I can't even walk in it." She frowned and complained.

"At that time you were more likely to pretend."

Hoffa said faintly.

They came to the downstairs, the downstairs living room and dining room expanded ten times under the effect of magic, and Hoffa was not surprised. Even a warship can be crammed into a bottle to make the living room bigger. It's no big deal for a wizard of goshak's level.

In the living room sat a dozen people, a few old men, and a dozen young people, male and female. The old men were sitting on the sofa, while the young people were standing behind the sofa.

"Damn, he's brought those people here." As soon as Miranda looked at the man sitting in the living room, she frowned and whispered, "it's from visengamo."

Hoffa followed Miranda's eyes, a little surprised.

He was familiar with the faces of the old men sitting on the sofa and laughing in the living room with the burning fireplace. It was the leading men who led the team to search the city on the night of the fall of the Bournemouth vampire.

He still remembers that they were wearing shabby white robes with crisscross chains on the back. They looked very powerful.

But now they don't wear that kind of strange monastic robe, and they are no different from ordinary Muggles. Wearing a top hat and a suit.

"Hoffa, Miranda, come here."

Seeing them coming down the stairs, adebe goshak, sitting on the sofa, waved to them.

So everyone in the living room turned their eyes. Hoffa picked up some reluctant Miranda and stood in front of Adebayor with a smile on his face.

The old Dean stood up and said solemnly, "come on, let me introduce you." He pointed to the tall old man in the middle, wearing a bowler hat, and said, "this is Mr. Tara Israel, the CEO of wesengamo and a member of our Perseus society."

Hoffa stepped forward and held out his hand. He saw that on the old man's chest, there was a delicate W, which was the symbol of visengamo. He knows that there are many similar societies underground in Europe, such as the order of the Phoenix in the future, or Dumbledore's army founded by Harry Potter, not only Britain, but also witches. There are also many Muggles. Most of them graduated from the same university. They have some fetters with each other and can take care of each other after entering the society. Over time, one community after another has been formed.

"We meet again, Mr. Bach."

The old man sat on the sofa and shook Hoffa's hand with ease.

"Have you met?"

Adebe was slightly surprised.

"Yes, at Bournemouth, he and Tom Riedel of the Gunter family took over tasks with me. I remember them very well. They were all young talents."

"Yes, I'm impressed with you, too."

Hoffa immediately went back with a flattering face: "I've heard a lot about you. I left in a hurry last time. I didn't say hello to you. Please forgive me."

"I see."

Adebayor knows.

The old man, Tara Israel, released his hand and reached out to Miranda: "you look like your mother. Besides your eyes, your eyes look like Nemon."

Hough thought he could make complaints about it. Obviously, Miranda was embarrassed. She took the old man's hand and gave a stiff smile: "thank you."

After shaking her hand, Tara leans back on the sofa and gives her voice back to adebe goshak.

Adebayor is not ambiguous at all. He takes Hoffa and Miranda by the shoulders and introduces them to the old men sitting on the sofa one by one. Hoffa is not ambiguous. As long as the people introduced by Adebayor, he shakes them one by one. He is very polite, and his mouth is always flattering. I've heard a lot about everyone.It's Miranda. When she shakes hands with these old men, her shoulders are tight and she says very little. When Adebayor introduces one, she just says hello.

After introducing Hoffa and Miranda to the old men, Adebayor sat back in his chair and chatted with some old men. Most of the topics were hot topics nowadays, and the cultivation of young people. It was not heavy, but it was not interesting.

While they were talking, Hoffa pulled Miranda behind Adebayor. At this point, he probably figured out why Miranda knew her position at the beginning. It must be Adebayor who told her. It has to be said that Jiang is old and spicy. If anyone except Miranda comes to find himself, I'm afraid he is already abroad.

Miranda noticed Hoffa's smiling eyes. Don't turn your head, bite your lip and don't want to look at him.

"Bach."

After talking for about ten minutes without much nutrition, Adebayor suddenly turned back and called him.

"I'm here."

Said Hoffa.

"I'll go up and talk to these old friends later. How about you and Miranda host the party tonight?"

As soon as the words came out, Miranda couldn't hold her breath and looked angry. Hoffa immediately nodded, "no problem."

After that, ADBE stood up and prepared to go upstairs. The young people behind the old man looked relieved.

After everyone stood up, Hoffa stopped Adebayor's sleeve and said, "Professor, can I talk to you first?" He asked in a low voice.

Adebayor understanding, he said to several old men around: "you go upstairs study and wait for me."

Then he told the young people around him to be more casual tonight, just as their own home, and not to be too restrained. "

When the crowd dispersed, he looked at Hoffa and said, "go ahead."

"Professor, I'm leaving tomorrow." Hoffa said in a polite but determined tone: "I think Miranda should have told you."

"Where to?"

Professor ADBE was not angry.

"The Soviet Union."

"Go to your alchemist friend."

"Yes."

"To make money and continue your underground business?

"Almost."

"Cough." Adebergo Shaq coughed and shook his head: "Bach, with all due respect, the wizarding society is not as simple as you think. Even if you can earn more gold, many things can't be bought with money. You need connections, you need relationships, you need qualifications. "

"I understand."

Hoffa said with a smile, his chest beginning to feel stuffy.

"These young people are all members of the Perseus society, they are active in weisengamo, responsible for trials and arrests. The operability is very strong. If you can make friends with them and run outside in the future, I can rest assured. "

Said, the old professor lowered his head, voice pressure is very low: "you have to have their own team, someone to help you do things, don't always go out to run around, meaningless."

"I don't like being in charge, professor. I don't want to be in charge of other people Hoffa said helplessly.

"You are about to graduate. If you are still in Hogwarts, what else can a wizard do after graduation? It's just like Muggle, getting married and having children, fighting for the long-term and glory of his family."

Goshak sighed earnestly: "you are my best student and a rare talent in Ravenclaw's history. To tell you the truth, with your present ability, I think it's a bit wasteful to be aurora. There's no place for you to get the most out of your abilities but visengamo. "

Hoffa didn't say anything. He thought what Adebayor said was reasonable. It was really reasonable, but his chest was more and more heavy.

Seeing that he did not speak, Adebayor put it another way: "I also know that you want to fight against grindevo. You have done a lot underground this year, and we all know that.

But then again, who doesn't want to kill him? He bewitched my son, forced Miranda's parents to death, and asked me to say, I want to kill him more than you. But some things can't be accomplished by one person. "

As soon as Adebayor mentioned grindevo, Hoffa immediately woke up a lot. He breathed out a long breath: "Professor, what you said is very reasonable, but this kind of thing is not a small matter after all. Even if I want to join your club, I have to discuss it with my friends and write a letter to him. Are you right?"

"Well."

Adebayor's face softened a little: "it's wonderful that you can be obedient. I've been worried that after you fall out with albus, you have a deep prejudice against the wizarding society in Britain. "

"I didn't fall out with Professor Dumbledore. I respect him as much as I respect you." Said Hoffman.

"That would be the best."

ADBE: "just give me the result after discussion. Now, it's better to talk to young people. "He patted Hoffa on the shoulder and disappeared at the corner of the stairs. He left Norda's living room to Hoffa and a group of young people he had never met.

He stood in the same place and pondered for a moment. When milandala stopped him, he turned around and saw Miranda looking at him with shame: "I'm sorry," she said softly, "I really want to have a simple Christmas with you. I didn't expect that Adebayor would...".

"it's OK," Hoffa said with a smile, "it's nice to have so many people It's lively. " He pushed Miranda's shoulder and pushed her to the table with a smile.

However, at dinner time, Miranda was not happy, and she didn't have much enthusiasm from the little host. She didn't know the guests at all, and Adebayor went upstairs to have a secret talk with the old men, so she kept a look of no strangers.

It's Hoffa, from the moment he was on the table. His mouth never stopped. He listened enthusiastically to the families, colleges and hobbies of the young people around him. After several rounds of rainbow farting, a dozen young people relaxed a lot.

After getting a little familiar with each other, Hoffa began to talk eloquently again. From the giant to the dragon, from Germany to Japan, from the past to the future, from Muggle technology to wizard philosophy....

at the beginning, those young people were quite restrained and restrained, and kept a considerable distance from him. But soon, after a few cups of juice, they were blown by Hoffa's five fans, plus a wanted warrant on his head that could buy more than half of Norway, so no matter what he said, those young people believed it and were amazed.

After dinner, a girl proposed to dance ballroom dance, Hoffa also agreed with a smile.

They turned on Miranda's Radio and record player very modestly and swayed left and right in the living room.

At first, Hoffa's movements were very awkward. He stepped on his partner's feet frequently, but he couldn't stand it. He was energetic and smart at night. In a few minutes, he learned all the dancing postures of everyone present, whether it was waltz, tap or Latin. By nine o'clock in the evening, he had been walking around the crowd, jumping with several men and women at the same time.

Laughter spread all the way, even the elf patty, who had been busy with housework, was pulled out by Hoffa and began to circle in the crowd.

The atmosphere of happiness continued, and the young people of the Perseus club who visited were red in the face when they danced. Some even untied their clothes, panting and laughing.

But only one person was unhappy.

Miranda sat outside the crowd, looking at the gray haired boy in the crowd. The more she looked, the worse she felt. No matter who invited him to dance, he agreed with a smile.

As if he were the owner of the room.

Finally, at ten o'clock in the evening.

After Hoffa performed an unprecedented mechanical dance in front of the crowd, the applause and whistles in the living room kept ringing, and Miranda finally couldn't stand it.

She took advantage of the loud applause and pulled Hoffa out of the crowd. Pulled to the second floor, her own room.