On a suspension bridge at the top of one of the docks, Hoffa let go of Miranda's wrist.

Miranda turned her head away from him: "I'm sorry I lost my temper." She said lightly, and she couldn't see any embarrassment on her face.

"I'm sorry I didn't contact you, but it was a last resort. Hoffa said bitterly: "I have made too many enemies, and those people are more and more frantic than the other. ”

"Excuses. Miranda's lips quirmed.

"You're my best friend, I can't ....." he sighed and shook his head: "You don't understand, fate is impermanent. ”

Miranda closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the lines on her face had softened, and she grabbed Hoffa's wrist: "If that's the case, do you think I'll be scared?" Or do you think I'm not strong enough to hold you back?"

"You're not afraid I'm afraid, I'm not going to take any risks, so whatever you say is useless. Hoffa looked at the flickering lighthouse in the distance: "I will definitely leave England." ”

Miranda stopped talking, and she lowered her head.

Seeing that she was a little sad, Hoffa was very distressed in her heart, she hadn't seen her for a year, and she had to divide when she met, and the helplessness of the war years was not enough for outsiders.

He stroked Miranda's chestnut hair and smiled, "Don't talk about me all the time, you haven't told me how you're in London." ”

"My grandfather is back. Miranda shook off his palm and said indifferently.

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

"Yes, he was transferred to the Ministry of Magic this year to take up the position of Director of the Defense Against the Dark Arts," Miranda said expressionlessly, "I was also assigned to intern in London, patrolling all corners of London every day, saying that it was to catch dark wizards, but most of the time I could only catch thieves." ”

"That's not bad either. ”

"Really?"

Miranda raised her head noncommittally, spit out a cloud of white mist in the cold night sky, and shook her head: "Most of the other Ravenclaw tasks are heavier than mine, but if I want to say that I envy the most, it is still you, you are freer than me." ”

I have people who envy me, hell. Hoffa thought to himself, if he picked a random one with poor psychological endurance in his experience, he would probably have gone crazy a long time ago.

"Forget it, if you really want to leave, I won't keep you, but you can leave after Christmas," she proposed again, "In a few days, if you don't go to school, go to my house, and my grandfather and I will be at home." ”

"Christmas ....."

Hoffa looked at the flickering lights on the other side of the Thames, and fell into deep thought, and Noble was indeed not in a hurry to invite him for a day or two. If you can go to Miranda's house, write him a few letters with an owl. You can also determine a specific location, maybe that would be more convenient.

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

A smile appeared on Miranda's face, and she handed her hand to Hoffa: "Take me down, I can't apparition for the time being." ”

"As you wish, Miss Goshak. ”

Hoffa bowed exaggeratedly. Grabbed her palm, hugged her horizontally, and then jumped directly from the suspension bridge of hundreds of meters to the ground. At night, this height is about the same as three steps to him.

"It's capable!" After landing, Miranda looked at the height, recovered from weightlessness, and pushed him: "Hey, don't hold me like this, I'm not familiar with you anymore." ”

Hofa laughed, and after making the decision to spend Christmas with friends in England, he was inexplicably in a much better mood, he let go of Miranda, and asked, "How are you going to take me back, Goshawk?"

"Wait and see, Bach, it's something new you haven't seen before. Miranda stretched and turned her head very chicly, knocking on his head: "Follow me~"

When Hoffa covered his head and followed behind Miranda, with an irrepressible smile on his face, he felt that anyone he saw outside was trying to calculate him, and he was about to become persecuted paranoia. Only when he is with old friends can he completely relax,

At the corner of the street, he saw a black-painted Royal Enfield motorcycle parked near the fire hydrant on the corner, with a single-cylinder side-mounted valve, black seats, round and bright headlights, and ears painted silver, which looked quite British.

"I thought you'd come here on a broomstick. ”

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

"Ah, what punk?"

Miranda looked at him in confusion.

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

He only thought that punk was also decades later, and Miranda must not have known, but in the period of time I hadn't seen her for a year, this girl had really changed a lot, not only did she learn to wear makeup, but she could even drive a motorcycle.

Miranda stepped onto the motorcycle, stepped on the accelerator, and then took two biker caps out of the body, one for herself and one for Hoffa.

Somewhat speechless, Hoffa took the retro-looking motorcycle hat with windproof glasses, put it on his head, and sat behind Miranda.

Then, the motorcycle flashed orange lights and made a pleasant vibration sound, and the two of them sped through the streets of London.

The wind was blowing through Hoffa's ears, the iron buckle of the biker cap was patting his cheek all the time, the speed of the car was not very fast, only about sixty miles, and Miranda did not seem to be the kind of person who was looking for excitement in a fast car. It's just that, looking at the buildings and cars flashing by next to him, Hoffa suddenly couldn't help laughing, and the more he laughed, the happier he became.

"What are you laughing at?"

Miranda, who was driving a motorcycle, asked confusedly.

"Hahaha......"

Hoffa didn't answer, he just kept laughing behind her, in fact, he didn't know why he was laughing, but he wanted to laugh very much at the moment.

"What are you laughing at!?"

Miranda, who was driving, asked with a wordless smile.

"Hahahaha....."

"Hahahaha....."

"Hahahaha....."

In the end, he laughed so much that Miranda was a little annoyed, and she turned the car fiercely, narrowly missing a black Jaguar, and almost knocked off someone else's ear.

"Are you a fool?" Miranda slammed the back of her head into Hoffa's motorcycle cap: "Don't laugh!"

"Hahaha.....!"

Hoffa laughed louder and louder, and even reached under her armpit and scratched it, and after scratching it, he reached in front of her and took off her glasses while she was struggling.

"You're insane!!"

The locomotive twisted left and right irregularly on the street, mixed with the angry roar of the girl, attracting the side eyes of countless passers-by.

Finally, when the motorcycle stopped under an apartment building near Downing Street and Big Ben, Miranda stepped off the motorcycle like a drunk, ripped off Hoffa's motorcycle cap, and kicked him in annoyance.

"Go out and break your brain!" she accused.

Hoffa had never seen such an expression on Miranda's face, and when they were together, she would only come up with some black ideas or bury herself in a book and ignore no one.

"Who did you learn to drive? Did you have a gangster boyfriend in my absence?" asked Hoffa, sitting on the back frame of the car.

"That's not it, not just one, a dozen, one a month!" she looked at Hoffa angrily and took out a bunch of keys from her pocket, "Follow me." ”

They stepped off their motorbikes and headed for a nearby row of old-fashioned apartment buildings, stopping in front of a row of brown wood doors that resembled the kind of spider plants and pothos that resemble 221B Baker Street.

"Is Professor Goshawk at home?"

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

"Don't bother," through Hoffa's eyes, Miranda could see through his thoughts at a glance: "He's been working overtime for the past few days, and he won't be able to come back until Christmas Eve." ”

"So late!?" Hoffa was shocked.

"Don't worry about him. Miranda turned the door open with the key: "There are three secretaries in the ministry for him to call on." ”

Opening the door, Miranda lit the light in the aisle and shouted "Petty" as she grabbed Hofa's shoes. ”

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, a pair of pink slippers snapped up from a distance. On the pink slippers were a pair of thighs the size of Hoffa's wrists.

"Oh, Miss has a friend. ”

A neatly dressed house-elf in a maid's skirt, but tense and somewhat neurotic. It rushed to Miranda's side, snatched the slipper from her hand like a whirlwind, and placed it in front of Hoffa, then it looked up and let out a loud noise.

"Yikes!!"

Then it rushed back like a whirlwind. And in the blink of an eye, he brought several neatly stacked rags, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, staring at the clothes on Hofa's body, as if he were facing a great enemy.

"Trouble, sir, if you don't bother, you can let Petty wipe it for you first, and it will be fine soon!"

She spoke quickly, politely but resolutely.

Hoffa stood in the doorway and froze awkwardly.

"Don't bother, Petty, he's a savage, he's wild. You go make him a cup of tea. Miranda took the rag from the house-elf and pushed it towards the kitchen: "Green tea is fine, use oriental." ”

"Ahh

The elf was pushed forward, but his desperate eyes still looked directly at the stains on Hoffa's body: "The wild people are also going to evolve." ”

Miranda: "He can't evolve, don't shout, primitive people can't understand English." ”

Pixie despair: "Real fake ....."

After sending away the house-elf, Miranda returned to the cloakroom with a smile, "Come in, do you want me to help you?"

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

He had been to another friend's house, and he remembered being shocked by the astonishing castle, but Miranda's house was much more ordinary, similar to that of the average working-class.

The boxy living room, about 60 square meters, does not have too many decorations, a simple European sofa with a few rows of knitted cushions, and the fireplace burns with apple wood, which is very quiet. The dining room is slightly smaller than the kitchen, with several magic chandeliers floating on the lacquered wood table, and under the chandelier there is a pot of blue hydrangeas, which seem to be infrequent socialisers, and only four chairs.

In the kitchen, the house-elves were busy picking and sorting in front of the cabinets, looking at Hoffa from time to time, and their ears snapped.

"My elf, Adebay brought it from his hometown," Miranda sat at the table with the back of her chair and said helplessly, "except for the cleanliness fetish, plus a little nervousness, everything else is fine." ”

"A servant will be very much like a master. Hoffa looked at the elf's busy back and smiled, "What about your brother, how are you doing?"

"You want to see him?" Miranda smiled and reached for her glasses, "Didn't you take my glasses off in the car?"

"Alright," Hoffa teasingly hooked his fingers, "Come, when I meet Miller's child, see if he has grown." ”

Miranda pursed her lips and pushed her glasses: "Come on, if you stay for a long time, you can naturally see him, now, forget it." ”

This is, the house-elf came to the living room with a cup of tea and a cup of coffee, one in front of Miranda and one half a meter away from Hoffa.

"Thank you. ”

Hoffa took the tea and started a conversation with a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, "I remember, your family doesn't live in ...... What kind of county is that?"

"Devonshire. Miranda took a sip of her coffee: "Adebay is in the Ministry of Magic this year, and he rents an apartment nearby. When his term is over, we'll have to move back. ”

After a pause, she said: "But after his term of office ends and I graduate, I can consider renewing the lease for a few years, and the environment here is actually not bad." ”

"That's not it,"

Hoffa stood from the window and looked into the distance, and could see the lights flickering in Downing Street in the distance, which was the residence of Winston Churchill, the current British Prime Minister.

Lower the curtains.

"If you want me to say, you can buy this house, and while there are wars everywhere now, the land is cheap, and in a few years, this lot will rise to the point that your grandson will not have to worry about eating. ”

"Are you so sure we can win? This place was bombed by the Germans a month ago, and even the Muggle Prime Minister's mansion was blown up. ”

"No, I'm optimistic. If I were you, I'd have to buy it all while others don't like it. ”

Hoffa said, suddenly feeling that his face was quite manse. I touched my nose a little embarrassed.

"To put it mildly, I don't have that much money. ”

Miranda sat at the dining table, looked at Hoffa with her cheeks and said with a smile: "Even in wartime, the price of land here is more than 500 gold galleons per square meter, if we really win, I'm afraid that I will work for ten years, and I can't even afford the attic of this house." ”

"It's so real. ”

Hoffa laughed out loud with a pig cry, it's really the same in all ages.

Miranda: "It's you, you've been out there this year, have you made money? You don't really pick up garbage every day." ”

"I want you to take care of it. Hoffa held the teacup and rolled his eyes angrily.

Miranda: "Of course I have to care, you came out so many years earlier than me, and if I don't have anything to eat after I graduate, I can ask you to borrow money." ”

Hoffa: "Do you see that I am dressed so worn, like a rich man?"

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

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, "How do you know so much?"

Miranda seemed a little embarrassed, and under Hoffa's gaze, she lifted her glass and drank it for a long time, and when she put it down, she was already looking as usual. "Forget it, don't talk about these haves or not, you must be tired, I'll take you to see your room. ”

She put down her coffee cup and slammed up the stairs, the kitchen elf seemed to have been waiting for this moment, and after Hoffa went upstairs, she chased after her broom and slippers.

The second floor is warmer than the first floor, maybe Miranda stays here a lot, and takes care of it more by herself, four rooms around a circular corridor, the corridor is hung with bird-shaped wind chimes every few meters, in the middle of the corridor is a rest room for reading, in the center of the lounge is a spread out spell book, thicker than Hoffa's head.

Pushing open a door, Miranda said, "You can live as long as you want, just think of it as your own home." ”

"Okay, let's go. ”

He glanced at the neat guest room, which seemed a little lacking in interest, neatly gray sheets, neat gray quilt covers, and clean radios and desks. Even the most discerning hotel sleep tester can't find fault with it. But after so many strange adventures and strange scenes, he was not interested in this kind of daily residence.

If there weren't ten killers hidden under the bed, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to sleep comfortably, he thought to himself, thinking that he was really a.

At this moment, the room next door marked with Miranda's English house number caught his attention, and Hoffa looked inside, feeling a strange itch.

"Would you like to come into my room and take a look?" asked Miranda, smiling.

"Not really. "Elder Hoffa said honestly.

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

"Don't be unfamiliar, we lived in a room when we were in second grade. Hoffa joked.

"How old was that? I would have been 12 years old. Miranda grimaced, but still opened the room for him.

The room was much more sober than Hoffa had imagined, with only black and white, black sheets, white walls, a black desk, a white chair, several manuscripts with human anatomy nailed to the walls, and, a photograph of herself, unsure of whether it was hers or Miller's, as she was not wearing glasses. Other than that, there was nothing else, not even as much as the room just now.

"Disappointed?" Miranda laughed.

"It's good, it's quite personal. Hoffa was noncommittal, "Why, you didn't collect a cut-out book about me, which was full of all sorts of news about my adventures out there, cut out of the newspaper......"

Miranda was stunned for a second, then laughed angrily and stabbed him in the chest with an elbow: "Pull it down, you're really shameless, and cut Ben, are you too narcissistic or am I too perverted?"

"Maybe it's both, say, is it hidden in a drawer?"

"Get out, you get me out. ”

"Haha~"

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

"Okay, okay, you find, you find, find a newspaper and count me as losing. Miranda couldn't, said disdainfully behind him.

"Hmph, don't talk big, under my electric eyes, even if you use the Concealment Spell......."

The conversation stopped abruptly, and 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 photo, the middle one is himself lying on the hospital bed, a girl on the left is pressing his head, and another girl on the right is holding a bottle and pouring a medicine into his mouth with great interest.

Hoffa just glanced at the group photo and immediately looked away, the smile on his face disappearing like a receding tide.