Chapter 270

Bang!

Miranda's room door is closed. Then she closed the window again, isolating the laughter and music downstairs. Immediately, they fell out of the atmosphere of joy and into a quiet unknown world.

"What's the matter?"

Hoffa asked tentatively with a smile on his face. But he was a little worried. From the beginning of eating to dancing, this guy was always in a mournful expression, which made him confused.

"Did you have a good time?"

"Why are you unhappy? Are you unhappy?"

Hoffa sat on Miranda's bed, looking at the blue blood vessels under her neck, and suddenly felt thirsty when she was dancing: "pour me a glass of water."

Miranda, expressionless, took a cup out of thin air and knocked it with her wand. The cup was full of water. She handed it to Hoffa and leaned her arms against the desk, looking gloomy.

Hoffa drank and kept his eyes on Miranda. There is no light on in the bedroom. The atmosphere is a little strange.

"Can I have a word with you?"

After thinking about it, Miranda took a deep breath.

"Come on, you've brought me into the room."

"I don't know you any more."

"Ah?"

"I remember when you were at Hogwarts, you didn't run to meet people for fear that others would flatter you and be more introverted than me. But now, I'll pick up all the topics and dance all the dances. It's really fun. " Miranda spoke slowly at first, but the more she spoke, the more she opened her voice and began to complain in the room: "are you Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. What have you experienced in the past year and a half outside? Why have you changed so much? Why do I feel more and more strange? "

"This is your house. I embarrass you with a straight face?" Hoffa drank, "actually I dance for you, and you don't talk to the guests at home...

Miranda got excited:" I don't care about ignoring those people, and I don't want to please them. I just feel...

"what do you feel?"

"You don't need me anymore."

"I think you're happier with them than with me," Miranda said. "I don't think our friendship will last long. I even think tonight is the last time I see you."

The smile on Hoffa's face slowly disappeared. He put the cup back on the table, took out his bow tie with his hand, untied it and threw it on Miranda's bed. Then he pulled the collar of his boring suit and sat on her bed, rubbing his head with a headache.

"What's the matter with you?" Asked Miranda.

"Merlin beard, why do you think that?"

"I think you are such a person. If not, why don't you see me during the day and talk to me occasionally when you come back at night?"

"You, you..."

Hoffa was very helpless and didn't know how to explain. He just opened his hand and sighed: "happiness and emotion are two things, Miranda. I think you hate Adebayor, but he's your grandfather after all. In the first grade, you almost killed me. Can you make me happy? But are we still friends?

So, love can't be replaced. Although I had a good time with them, it was just for fun. It was all fake. "

Miranda raised her eyebrows and her sullen face disappeared. She gave Hoffa a white look, put down her arm, pulled up her chair and sat down in front of him

"I lied to you? "

" so what do you think, you just agreed to my grandfather? "

"I can't help giving professor goshak face. Your grandfather is a celebrity and the mainstay of society." Hoffa said faintly.

"So it's just a stopgap measure, you fool them, and tomorrow you'll go your own way?"

Hoffa nodded. "Probably."

Miranda's palm holding the back of the chair tightened, and her face turned pale: "actually... I've been very happy these days, and I think you're also very happy. So, can't you stay in England all the time, even if it's just... Consider Adebayor's suggestion a little bit."

Hoffa took a look at the moon outside the window. After a few seconds, he shook his head. "It's very late, Miranda. If anything happens, we can get in touch in writing in the future."

"Lying."

Miranda's smile disappeared immediately: "I just said I had feelings, but now I don't want to tell you the truth. I can warn you, Bach, if you treat me as a fool, you are a dumber bastard than me. "

Hoffa was helpless: "Miranda."

"Well."

She nodded seriously. That serious appearance makes Hoffa a little at a loss. He suddenly doesn't know what to say.

"I'm listening."

Miranda reminded him.

"Miranda, I'm a very dangerous person."

Hoffa thought for a long time before he could figure out the wording. He said slowly, "those people, their marks on me are more profound than you think.""And then?"

Asked Miranda.

Hoffa is stuck again.

"What on earth are you thinking, can't you have a frank talk with me?"

"Is Hogwarts safe this year?"

"You are right. We have reorganized the school and revised its rules. There are also new defensive measures, which are very safe. "

"See, as long as I'm not here, Hogwarts is OK." Said Hoffa.

Miranda smiles. She has white teeth in the moonlight. She smiles and her face cools.

"You mean the weirdos are all coming for you. As long as you stay away from us, we won't be threatened, will we?"

"Almost."

Hoffa muttered.

"You are so narcissistic."

Miranda sneered.

"Isn't it?"

"At least I'm not. You came to me in the first grade."

Miranda sighs. In the dark, she reaches out and trims lihoffa's collar. "I know you can't learn anything at Hogwarts, and I know your hatred for grindevo. But you... But you... Hey, I can help you, Hoffa. A lot of people will help you. "

"The last one who helped me is no longer here, Miranda."

Hoffa said stiffly.

"Because you've been bitten by a snake, you don't need a rope all your life? The Hoffa Bach I know is not so vulnerable. Listen, I love agraia, but I love you too, Hoffa. Don't run away from us any more

"I didn't escape, not at all."

"Then come back. You have a choice, right?"

Hoffa shook his head slowly. "Not now."

"When will that be ok?"

"When she comes back."

"Who?" "Who's coming back?" Miranda asked

"Agraia."

Hoffa, don't turn your head.

Miranda's expression became a little obscure. She didn't say anything for a long time. She stood up and walked around the room for a long time, rubbing her hair and ordering the table. Finally, she rubbed her face and faced Hoffa.

"What do you want me to say about you? How can a smart wizard like you not understand? Her death is not your fault. It's a conspiracy of grindevo. The purpose is to destroy your spirit. You should not let him succeed. What you should do is to face the reality and stop dreaming."

"I know." Hoffa said eagerly, "but do you know that girl?"

"Who?"

"The one I brought back from France."

"Oh, I know, lemme."

Miranda's tone was a little sharp: "why, what does she have to do with you?"

"What relationship doesn't matter, but do you know her ability?"

Hoffa looked around and whispered a few words in Miranda's ear like a thief.

Miranda's face suddenly changed.

"It's impossible. No one can travel through time."

"I saw it with my own eyes."

Hoffa stood up breathlessly: "no doubt, she took me back to France three days ago, when I saw two of myself."

"Do you know how three days and a year are different concepts? Hoffa Miranda also stood up, worried: "since ancient times, no wizard who dares to play with time has a good end. Listen, if that woman really has such ability, the only result waiting for her is death, you must stay away from her!"

"Miranda! I didn't lie to you! " But turned into excitement, he pressed Miranda's shoulder: "have you ever thought, even if it is only a little possibility."

Miranda looked at the picture on the table, clenched her hands and did not move. After a while, she choked and hoarse and said:

"what's the price?"

"The price?" Huo FA is a tiny Leng, the facial expression is pale, he falters and haws of say: "what... What... Cost?"

"I don't believe that there is no price for this kind of power similar to a God to fall on a mortal."

Hoffa shuddered and said with difficulty, "magic rampage."

"How old is she?"

"Sixteen, about the same as us."

What's the concept of "walking away at the age of 16?"? In addition to silence, I can hardly find anything that can be magic at the age of 16. There is no one who can live to adulthood. The last guy who had a magic run was christen bierben. At that time, greendevo was in charge of all this in New York. He was the oldest of all the silent people, and he didn't live much

"Miranda, she's a nun. I know her. She's kind. She's not a monster."

"Have you ever thought why nicoleme sent her to France if she was really harmless. Why should she be exposed to theology? This power belongs to the gods, even to the demons, but it definitely does not belong to human beings. "Hoffa doesn't know how to answer the phone. Miranda is Ravenclaw. Intelligence is her essential quality, and wisdom is not lacking at all. But the wiser she was, the more difficult it was for him to accept what she said, because he could not find a reason to refute.

Miranda went on: "even if you really go back in time and change the fate of aglia, so what? Your past becomes your future. You just create a new parallel world. But this world, our world, nothing has changed, the only change is that we completely lost you! Is that worth it? "

"Isn't it worth it?"

Hoffa was a little fidgety. He didn't want to think about Miranda's words. Instinctively, he didn't want to hear them. "I've heard too many of them. Don't reason with me. I've changed."

"The price." Miranda asked again.

Hoffa covers his hair and turns his back to Miranda. The impulse to leave London, to leave the UK, is growing and almost irresistible. He rushed to the door of Miranda's room and held the handle, his palms shaking like Parkinson's.

"In the first grade, you told me to live in the present, but now, look at you, you live in the past."

The voice behind him changed from worry and anxiety to light sarcasm. Hoffa turned slowly. Miranda had taken off her glasses and completely turned into another person, a pale and fuzzy weirdo.

"You really make my sister sad, Bach."

He appreciated his fingers in the Moonlight: "is the boundary between love and not love so clear, or do you no longer believe your intuition?"

Miller's voice was cold and harsh, very different from Miranda's. Hoffa looked at the doorknob and said numbly, "whatever you say, but it's too late. Lemme has been picked up by the Ministry of magic. Besides, it was fatil who asked me to send her. It is certain that fatil will use her ability to revive her daughter. "

"Oh, what's the price?"

Miller asked again.

"Don't ask me the price!"

Hoffa finally couldn't stand it. He turned his head and looked at Miller like a picture on a death warrant: "I don't care!"

"If you didn't care, you wouldn't want to go that way."

Miller put down his hand and put it behind him: "in the end, you know the cost, but you love her too much, so you don't want to think about it. You'd rather hypnotize yourself, pretend you don't know anything, push that innocent girl into the pit of fire, and let others do what you want. "

Boom!

Miller's cold voice struck Hoffa like thunder. He shivered all over his body. In this second, his happiness disappeared completely. It was like being pushed out of the warm quilt and directly falling into the bathtub full of ice.

At that moment, he saw mans's face in a trance, and saw his face of neither man nor woman, neither man nor ghost appeared in front of him: you must be for yourself, Bach, some ulterior purpose.

He loosened his hand and sat back on the bed, sweating almost through his back.

Miller's blurred face magnified in front of his eyes until it stuck to his ear: "Bach, I have to remind you that whether or not fatil drassez is thinking the same thing as you, the girl named Leme is just as bad as she is. Adebayor told me one thing. In the past year, people from the Department of mysteries of the Ministry of Magic have occupied almost all the resources of the Ministry of magic. They don't know what they are doing.

But every few days, bodies are carried out in that place, covered with white cloth. The corpses were drained of their souls, their lives, their magic, and nothing left. If it had not been for Britain's inability to accept civil war consumption because of the war, wesengamo would have been involved in the investigation. "

Looking at Miller's fuzzy and weird face, Hoffa pushed him away with a spirit: "no, it's impossible. Her grandfather is Nicole lemme. I heard that he is the director of the Department of mysteries. How can he be bad for his granddaughter?"

"The last guy who lived for hundreds of years has made his family into a puppet. Have you forgotten such a thing?"

A cold wind came in outside the window, and Hoffa thought of Silby, Mans, the blood transfusion tube hanging on his body, the flowing bright red, and his own nightmare.

As if in order to completely break his thoughts, there was a faint sound of deliberation coming from the next door of Miranda's room and Adebayor's study. The voice was very low, but it was very clear in Hoffa's ear at night.

"Is it true that there is a deficit of more than 5 million galleons?"

"His secretary told me in person that we can't wait any longer. He has completely deviated from the campaign slogan, and I even think those words are nonsense."

"We have to wait, goshak. You can't impeach a minister like this without evidence. "

"What are you going to do, to bring down the whole Ministry of magic for his illusory plan?"

"It won't take long for him to finish what he wants to do."

"How do I know how long it's going to take? More and more people will die. Israel, we have to move quickly and stop in time.""Look at Nicole lemme. Once that little girl has an accident, he will certainly be in trouble for it. When we do it again, the evidence is as strong as a mountain. Even if fatil's work is hidden, he will not escape the punishment of Wilson Gamo."

Hoffa couldn't listen to the conversation. He woke up completely, and his dream turned into a bubble, revealing the ferocious fangs of reality.

If fatil wants to revive his daughter, he must need that magical blood power, and he will certainly draw Chloe's blood like Mans.

A year and a half...

Chloe once said that her strength can only bring people back a week ago at most. If you want to go back to a year and a half ago, what kind of price do you need to pay?

Hoffa's Adam's apple stirred up and down. He looked at his hands, just like a super bully looking at his college entrance examination score of 420, his head was empty.

"What have I done..."

"If you can't do it yourself, what's the point of what you said to me?" Miller said, put on the glasses, blurred face back to clear.

Hoffa staggered out of bed and said, "where is the Ministry?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I'll at least ask fatil what he wants to do." Hoffa clenched his fist: "tell me, Miranda, where is the Ministry?"