Chapter 395

After the meeting, Hoffa, who was very upset, wanted to talk to Miranda, hoping to change her mind. But she had already expected his idea and left the office ahead of time. She didn't know which country she went to.

He was helpless.

Miranda didn't know the danger of the last time he met Silby. At that time, fatil, the Minister of magic, died directly, while he was exiled for 50 years. After that, he had been there for more than 6000 times and stayed for 300000 years.

If she went with him to the underground of the Ministry of magic last time, I'm afraid there will be no one now. This decisive battle is coming, obviously he has to face a more dangerous battle. At this time, how can Hoffa concentrate on dealing with Silby.

In order to find Miranda, he recites the flow curse so in his heart.

This is his ability after he used the flow mantra so many times. With this ability, he can hear the voice of countless people in the world and know their position. As long as they believe in themselves.

But it's strange that when he first started running the flow mantra and knew nothing about it, he could hear Miranda's inner voice and feel her emotions.

But now, when he could use the spell skillfully, Miranda's voice could not be heard. I don't know whether she closed her heart to him, or her voice was submerged in the ocean of information, which can no longer be detected.

Hoffa stood in front of Dumbledore's office in dismay. He didn't look at her until osivia gave him a push.

"No distraction, Hoffa." Osivia whispered, "you're a little out of shape."

"I know." Hoffa said with shame: "I will restrain myself."

"Walk with me." Osivia pulled his palm out of his sleeve and gently pushed his back. "We haven't seen each other for a long time. "

Hoffa and osivia walk slowly around the lake. The two dolls talked, but most of them just talked about the past. Because Hoffa was worried, osivia's face was full of worry. They can't relax after all.

Finally, on the Bank of the aisle, osivia stopped, looked at the dark water and said, "Hoffa, whatever you think, it doesn't matter. I can foretell that guy will bring drastic changes to the world. But now the wizard and Muggle can't stand the toss, we have to maintain stability. "

"I understand." Hoffa replied faintly.

"Do you really understand, Hoffa?" Osivia's voice was soft and hoarse. "To maintain stability, you have to be more stable than anyone else. Now, you are not stable enough."

Hoffa was silent.

Osivia is right. He's not stable enough. But why doesn't he worry? The seven emotions and six desires of human beings are still entangled in him. How can he abandon it completely.

Osivia looked at him seriously. "Hoffa, tell me, do you have something in Silby's hand?"

Hoffa frowned: "why do you ask that?"

Osivia, "his letter is a clear picture of what you mean. I'm afraid you have something to do with him."

Hoffa thought carefully and said, "only my wand is on him."

"Wand... Wand..."

osivia pondered for a moment and said, "I don't understand why he is so determined, but my suggestion is that you don't take anything with you in our action this time."

Hoffa looked at her bewildered.

"In the face of people like him, you have to be pure, pure and ruthless," she said

Pure and heartless...

Hoffa thought that he would like to become a pure and heartless man like sylby, and he would not suffer at all. But is that what he can do? Is there anyone else in the world who can do it besides sylby?

However, osivia's words reminded him that that night, he found a very hidden place in London's underground lagoon, buried Chloe's soul stone and the little monster's glass ball together, hoping to solve Chloe's body problem after all the dust settled.

...

...

as the letter said, the next day, a four person team composed of Hoffa, Miranda, Dumbledore and osivia arrived in selvia, the Iberian Peninsula, through the super flying road network, which is the safe house of the surviving witches in Spain.

From here, it took them a day to come to the town of toredo, which was guided by the letter.

Sure enough, as Silby wrote in his letter. There is a car waiting for Hoffa, or a train.

Now it was dusk, and the train stopped alone in the wilderness of Toledo, with white smoke. It is accompanied by only crows.

Hoffa and Dumbledore are close to the train. Dumbledore puts his magic wand in his hand and carefully stares at the quiet train. His blue eyes are full of hostility.

Osivia looked up at the sky, where there was a light smoke. She said, "we are getting closer to his country, and it seems that he is ready."Dumbledore: it's uncomfortable

Hoffa got on the train first and poked his head in. The carriage made him a little familiar, and he suddenly remembered that it was this train that he took when he and osivia took Silby back to his hometown.

But last time it was overcrowded, this time it was empty. The yellow sunset light came in through the windows and gilded the floor and seats.

There was no one on the train, no waiters, no other passengers, no crew. It just stopped here and waited.

There is no turning back. He took a deep breath and went into the car. Olivia, Dumbledore and Miranda follow him with their wands.

They each took their weapons and searched in the car.

The car is divided into five sections. One section is a restaurant. The restaurant is even full of a variety of food, including fresh fruits and steaming bread.

One is the bedroom, which has four soft beds for rest. It seems that Silby knows exactly how many people they will come.

One is an ordinary car with lots of seats.

One section is the study. There are a lot of books in it. Hoffa found a few books and looked through them. They are all ancient magic books written by hand. They are very precious.

Another section is the front of the car, which is also empty.

The whole car was empty.

Osivia put away his wand, and Dumbledore looked at each other, puzzled: "what is he going to do?"

Creaking...

accompanied by a toothache.

The train started to move. The three men immediately raised their wands. Hoffa stepped sideways and stopped Miranda.

Creak... Creak... Creak...

but it's just the sound of the wheels turning. Driverless, the wheels of the train turn by themselves. The instrument panel in the locomotive also rotates separately, and the whole train spews out thick smoke and runs on the rail.

"It seems that the half king already knows that we are here."

Dumbledore looked out of the train and put away his wand. "It's such a predictable guy."

"When you come, you'll settle down," osivia said. "Whatever you meet, it's going to pass."

Hoffa didn't speak. He looked at Miranda behind him. She looked at him too. Then he turned away and ignored him.

At night, the train runs over the wilderness, heading for the unknown place.

Olivia and Dumbledore have been talking in a low voice. They are talking about what might happen and how to deal with it.

Hoffa was lying in the bedroom compartment of the train, tossing and turning. He had hoped that through meditation, he could reach his best to face Silby.

On this night alone, it was hard for him to calm down.

After going through so many things, he has opened up a lot of things, and even feels that he has been perfect. But when the great unknown comes, he can't help thinking about the past, the future, aglia and Miranda.

If he can beat sylby, what will he do with the relationship between the three? How does he face a new life?

After thinking for a long time, he had no answer.

Finally, he turned over and sat up. Looking for Miranda in the car, he had to talk to her alone, otherwise he would not feel at ease.

Through the secret talks of Olivia and Dumbledore, Hoffa comes to the dining room of the train.

Click, click. It's coming from the restaurant. Hoffa opens the door.

Miranda is lying on the sofa in the dining room, with her legs up, eating an apple and making a click. She not only has apples, but also a lot of snacks.

"You can't eat anything from this kind of car." Hoffa said, "this is Silby's car! Are you not afraid of him poisoning it? "

Miranda was stunned and then said with a smile, "you think too much of him. I don't think he's the kind of person to poison at all. "

"Yes, you think too well of him."

Hoffa was a little annoyed and closed the door.

Of course, he knew that it was impossible for him to poison. He just didn't want to eat Silby's food, and he didn't want Miranda to eat his food.

As he approached, he found Miranda not only eating, but also carrying some books from the train library. I read it with relish. Take a look at the title of the book - "Slytherin's thirteen failed loves.".

"Why are you reading such a book?" Hoffa asked.

"It's written by the half man king. It's fun to read." Miranda said without looking up: "there are many embarrassing stories about the four founders, which are not written in the history of Hogwarts."

Hoffa "..."

Miranda: "you know, these are all written after he was cursed. The writing is so humorous that he doesn't see much pain at all. I think he's really interesting. ""Well, you think he's very interesting!" Hoffa's tone was sour.

"No, this kind of guy, if he doesn't do evil, is really a rare talent."

"You appreciate him." Said Hoffa.

"Don't you?" Asked Miranda.

Hoffa doesn't talk. He's not feeling well. He constantly reminds himself, don't think, don't care. Beat sylby and go back 50 years. But Miranda's violet fragrance went into his nostrils and made his heart beat faster. It was the second time they were alone after that night.

"Miranda!" Hoffa was a little short of breath. "Why are you here?"

Miranda glanced at him from the back of the book and seemed to see through him. She calmly turned the pages of the book and asked Hoffa: "after this is over, where are you going, 50 years later?"

Calm words are like torture, Hoffa nodded difficultly: "yes."

"Then whatever my answer is, it's none of your business." Miranda said, "you go out."

Hoffa felt that his intestines were tied. He slowly stood up and walked to the door of the restaurant. Finally, he couldn't help it. He turned to suppress his anger: "do you know how dangerous Silby is? Why do you want to go against me and come to this land of right and wrong? "

I'd love to. Miranda turned the book and said calmly.

"I don't need your help, Miranda." Hoffa said.

Miranda looked up from the back of the book in surprise: "I've explained the reason why I want to come. I came out of the safe house to defeat him, not to help you. Don't be so amorous."

"OK, I don't want to be amorous," Hoffa said, gritting his teeth. His voice was suppressed to the limit. "What do you mean that night?"

Miranda looked at him with a smile on her slender eyebrows. "What night?"

"You know it," Hoffa said.

"Oh, you said that night."

Miranda put down her book and held her arm. "It's not interesting. I'm a normal woman. It's normal to have physiological needs. It happens that you also have needs. As a friend, help each other. It's so simple. "

"That's it?" Hoffa said in disbelief, "and friends helping each other?"

After that night, he often felt guilty that he was a scum man. He didn't expect that this guy would drive more than he saw. Isn't she a scum woman?

"It's so rare. It's like you haven't had one."

Miranda looked at him disdainfully and pushed his glasses. "Since we all know that life and death are uncertain, just have fun in time."

She even stepped down from the sofa, came to Hoffa, raised his chin with her finger, and said frivolously, "well, if you need help, now we can pull up the curtain and do it again."

Hoffa's eyes were full of incomprehensibility and strangeness.

"No."

Miranda calmly put down her finger. "Forget it."

With that, she took the door handle and was about to leave.

"Stop!" Hoffa grabbed her by the shoulder, forced her to break over, pressed her on the wall and said excitedly, "I refuse to accept your indifferent attitude. What are you thinking and why are you doing this to me?"

"You don't care about me!"

The lines on Miranda's face, broken by Hoffa, are extremely tight. Her shoulder shakes and Hoffa's hand is thrown away. She purses her lips tightly. For the first time, her look fluctuates. That fluctuation is when she looks extremely dangerous.

"Is there a difference? What can you give me, Bach? You can't give me anything There was a tremor in her voice.

Hoffa: "I..."

"does it matter to make a mistake? Is it hard to satisfy my fantasy? "

"I..." Hoffa didn't know what to say for a moment. He hesitated, looked at her, and some thought rose in his mind.

Miranda waited for a moment, her eyes reddening.

"You can't tell me what I'm going to say in 50 years!" She breathed in Hoffa's ear and said, "I don't want your charity. I'm not going anywhere. It's over here. You can go wherever you like."

With that, she swung the door open and slammed it shut.

The wind came in through the opening in the compartment, and the window curtains were dancing wildly. This time, Hoffa didn't stop her. What he saw in Miranda's eyes was not ruthlessness, but soberness.

He covers his head in pain and is ashamed of his occasional greed and fantasy. Of course, Miranda can't go with him 50 years later.

She and agraia are two different kinds of people, totally different from when they were very young. An emotional ups and downs, emotions are written on the face. The other is Sulu. They are both highly independent and even self-conscious ravenclaws, just like him.

Hoffa, of course, will not put this illusion into his mouth.

However, he began to be confused, confused with the abnormal fluctuations in his heart, confused with his understanding of life. Whenever he felt that he could finally control life, it would jump out in unexpected places and slap him hard.