It took a long time for Hoffa to get used to his peculiar short vacation, which lasted for a year, perhaps a full four or five years. He's either people or he's being. Either that's on the way to dry and be fucked.

But these days, he eats when he wants, sleeps when 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, and since he died once before, after being rescued by the god of the night, he can barely see the sun, so he usually meditates during the day, and then goes out shopping at night to buy some food at the 24-hour convenience store.

Fortunately, London is a cosmopolitan city with a lot of nightlife, but don't be mistaken, there are many Muggle dignitaries in the vicinity of Downing Street, and the red light district must not exist, and the dirty mess does not exist.

Because it was wartime, it was basically normal for those high-ranking officials to work overtime until late at night, and a high-ranking official worked overtime, which meant that his team had to work overtime, so the night here was unexpectedly lively.

He could often see cars coming in and out of Downing Street behind the closed iron fence. He even saw the fat man with a big belly wearing a black top hat and a scepter in his hand, slipping out of a black Daimler DB18 and entering and exiting Downing Street.

When I first saw him, he was a novelty, this is a figure on the same level as Stalin, Roosevelt, and Hitler, and in the past I could only look at photos in history books.

But after a few days, he got used to it. Because of his excellent ear, he could even hear Churchill at 10 Downing Street in the distance shouting something into the phone in the middle of the night, and the sound of the secretary crackling on the printer after shouting. Sometimes he could hear the toilet flushing and the sound of him swearing and smoking.

On the street that goes down Big Ben, there are many hidden but very high-profile restaurants and bars, open 24 hours a day, and even when no one enters, the inside is lit up with orange and elegant soft lights.

It's just that after going in and trying it once, Hoffa was bluffed by the price on the menu, and he felt that only by killing himself and then taking his head to exchange it for ** money could he spend daily here.

Of course, there are also a lot of clothing stores here, all of which are very high-end custom handmade suit stores, and I don't know if I am used to it or I am not old, Hoffa always does not like the kind of suit that looks very formal, and the kind of clothes that may be worn by Tom Riddle will fit perfectly.

His favorite is the simplest work or casual suits, maybe he was born very socialist, and those well-marked suits always make him feel a little breathless.

On the second night of Miranda's stay, he asked Miranda to ride a motorcycle to take him to the Portobello Road Market in London, where he had a clean and tidy clothes. Miranda took great pains to help him choose, but because of his stud earrings and hair color, he looked like a mess no matter how he matched it, and in Miranda's words, he was simply a wandering artist, and he was not allowed to go to formal occasions.

When Miranda was staying there, she swore that she would make him breakfast every day, but the fact was that she was not a diligent girl, she usually slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up, and when she got up, she would find that the door of Hoffa's room was locked and could not be opened at all.

In fact, she rarely gets to see Hoffa himself, because the two have completely opposite schedules. During the day, she would go on patrols and protection duties arranged by Hogwarts, and only come back at dinner time to talk about some things that happened during the day, or go out shopping together, buy something, eat supper, or something.

Hoffa didn't tell Miranda what had happened to him, and he felt that most people couldn't accept what had happened to him. Fortunately, Miranda didn't ask him much why he always slept during the day, maybe she was just wishful thinking that Hoffa was running outside all the time and was tired.

The short and pleasant holidays are like a rocket, and before Hofado can savor the flavors, Christmas is just around the corner. This made him even suspect that Mance was not dead, secretly manipulating time to pass forward a hundred times faster.

On Christmas Eve, Hoffa deliberately did not meditate much during the day. Before the first snowflakes fell on the window, he went downstairs early because he heard the voice of another man in the living room.

By the time he arrived at the dining room with his eyes squinted against the sun, Adbe Goshak, a professor who had been absent for three years, was already sitting at the table reading the newspaper.

He was tall, dressed in a homely gray robe, holding a newspaper in his hand, and his short gray hair looked slightly bald in the sun.

Adbay Goshawk, former Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts, Head of Ravenclaw, and grandfather of Miranda Goshawk, is the only living relative. He was his first-year Charms teacher, and he had given him Grindelwald's spell, the Shattered Grip. However, in his second year, he temporarily handed over the position of head to Dumbledore's agent due to the war, and he went to the Soviet Union to carry out unknown missions. It was the first time in four years that Hoffa had seen him.

"Professor Goshak. ”

Hoffa quickened his pace and came to the table.

"Bach, wake up so early today?"

Adebay showed the slightest surprise at his arrival, not at all like he hadn't seen him for three years, but like he hadn't seen him for three days, "I heard Miranda say that you have to sleep until the afternoon every day." ”

"It's not like that......"

Hoffa put his hands over his head and smirked.

Compared to the old professor's calmness, he seemed much cramped. After all, he was a guest, and he was the actual owner of the house. I've been at his house for so many days, and I haven't been able to say hello to him, which is really embarrassing.

"Are you still used to living there?" asked Professor Goshawk.

"Good. Hoffa said: "Miranda is good, Petty is good. ”

"That's good," Professor Goshak nodded expressionlessly, and he picked up his wand and waved it slightly. The chair under the table automatically ran under his ass.

"Sit. ”

Adebe put down the newspaper and said briefly.

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

By this time, Miranda had woken up, and she had come up upstairs with her slippers on, still hanging the obsidian stud earrings and painting her newfound dark lips.

When she saw Professor Goshak, she didn't say hello, but sat down in the corner of the dining table and said good morning to Hoffa. Seeing her like this, Adebe Goshak's brow furrowed.

Hoffa is very grateful to Miranda for inadvertently helping him block the sun, but at the same time, he also feels that the atmosphere in the restaurant is a little tight, this two personalities are not compatible, he has long known that when Miranda was in the first grade, in order not to see Professor Goshawk, he did not hesitate to miss a whole year of Charms class, Hoffa thought that the departure of Professor Goshawk in the second year was largely due to his granddaughter, and took the initiative to let her.

Hoffa knew that the Goshak family was actually a German family that had migrated to England after World War I, and that the old professor had more or less retained some of the rigidity and seriousness of German men. Sometimes he also thinks that it is strange that the German people can produce some rigid, very measured, and very strict people, like Professor Goshawk.

But at the same time, it was opposed to very rebellious bands and singers, who rebelled all day long, but the core of the rebellion was difficult for Hoffa, an outsider, to understand, and perhaps for the more elegant and traditional English. But he felt that Miranda had a tendency to go in that direction.

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

"Running outside, I have suffered a lot. ”

Adebay took the initiative to get up and put bacon on Hoffa's plate: "I see that your face is a little pale." ”

"No, it's okay...... No, I'll do it myself. ”

Flattered, Hoffa quickly got up and took the plate, taking two slices himself.

"Hmm. ”

Adebay sat back in her seat and looked Hoffa up and down: "I've heard about you, and I'm very pleased that you've grown a lot in the past two years." ”

Hoffa chewed on bacon and his eyes fell on Adebe's newspaper, which Miranda had shown herself, the one about Bournemouth. No doubt he also thought that he had done it himself, and judging by the appreciation in his eyes, he thought it was a kind of growth.

"It's okay. ”

Hoffa said politely, he took the milk from the elf, and asked kindly, "By the way, why did you go to the Ministry of Magic?" ”

"This is also the arrangement above, just like going to the Soviet Union at that time, I just acted on orders. Adebay said lightly, "But when the Ministry of Magic is over, I still have to go back to Hogwarts." ”

The old professor said, bowing his head and drinking the fruit oatmeal on his plate, without making the slightest sound. That poker face was the same as when he first entered the school, and it made everyone who saw him fearful.

So he stopped talking, bowed his head and drank the cereal.

Suddenly, there was a chill on the instep.

Hoffa couldn't help but glance at Miranda, and saw that she was seriously spreading jam on the bread. Although his face was expressionless, his feet were not honestly stepping on his feet, using his toes to draw circles on the instep of his feet, tickling and scratching.

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

But she kicked both feet over, and Hoffa couldn't help but laugh, put his knees on the table, and hung his feet in the air, curled up and drank porridge. When she can't kick herself.

Adbe Goshak glanced at the two of them and shook his head imperceptibly. After breakfast was finished without a word, Goshawk wiped his thin lips and said in the distance, "Petty." ”

The neatly dressed house-elf poked his head out from behind the kitchen with gloves on: "What's the matter, master?"

"Prepare some more vegetarian food, I have a couple of friends from politics coming tonight. Goshawk said.

The elf was surprised: "But, the young lady said, there are only three of them." ”

Miranda also raised her head and said in surprise: "Yes, it's only the three of us." ”

"Things have changed," Professor Goshak's eyes softened, and he looked at Hoffa, "You don't mind. ”

"Don't mind. Hoffa said immediately, a smile on his face, "If it's inconvenient, I can leave early." ”

"Nope. ”

Adbe Goshak said categorically: "You have to stay. ”

Hoffa's expression froze slightly, then nodded.

"That'..... Good. ”

Professor Goshak nodded in satisfaction, "Miranda, take him to Anderson and Shepard, get his clothes back, and pack up your Third World thug outfit, and don't embarrass me at night." He stared at Miranda's ears and mouth in displeasure.

Squeak!!

With a tooth-aching sound, the silver spoon in Miranda's hand was twisted. She looked up and pushed her glasses.

"Look at others, look at you. ”

Professor Goshawk completely ignored his granddaughter's upset, he sighed and stood up, "You're so old, you have to think about your future." With that, he went upstairs.

It wasn't until the door of the study was slammed shut that Hoffa slowly raised his head from the table, somewhat unsure of who Professor Goshak was talking to at the end of his sentence. Whether it's to yourself, or to Miranda, or to two people at the same time, after all, you also have earrings on your ears.

"Damn old thing. ”

Miranda wiped her mouth, the twist spoon changed back to its original state in her hand, and she threw the spoon into the bowl: "I said that only the family has passed, but now I am looking for a bunch of outsiders, and 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'm not talking about you. Miranda quickly shook his hand.

"I think Professor Goshawk is okay for you, too. Hoffa said, withdrawing his hand.

"yes, good for me, that's a great reason. ”

Miranda leaned back in her chair sullenly, "Do you want to come with me to Savile Row to buy clothes?"

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

Hoffa thought to himself that this was probably just a one-time thing, that he would be leaving tomorrow, that there was almost no point in breaking the bank, and that he really didn't want to go out during the day at all.

"Then I'll just find a shop and buy a suit," Miranda said, "Anyway, those people at the Ministry of Magic don't know anything about Muggle clothes." ”

"That's a good idea. ”

Hoffa perked up a little.

......

......

Twelve hours later, as he stood in front of the mirror in his room, with the help of the house-elf, he felt that he had silently fallen into some trap, and that the suit was not bought casually, but was designed entirely for himself. Savile Row's rules he knew that if he hadn't booked in advance, he wouldn't have been able to deliver a perfectly fitting outfit so quickly.

"It's really for you, Mr. Bach. ”

Petty, a house-elf, stood by the mirror in his room, holding a stack of dark gray suits, and was full of praise. When he first saw him, he was like two elves, only to see him circling around Hoffa, his mouth was full of admiration, and his big eyes were full of little stars: "If you want me to say, you really should dress like this every day, how decent." ”

"Thank you, Petty. ”

Hoffa, dressed in a white shirt, said, "I'll wear my own clothes and pants, so I can go out for a while?"

"Of course, but Mr. Bach's shy appearance is cute. The house-elf said in a high-pitched, thin voice, and it put its clothes on Hoffa's hand and slammed out the door on its pink slippers.

Keeping the house-elf open, but Hoffa was undressed, and he slowly stepped back and sat down on the bed, his fingers digging deep into his hair. He thought about the past again, and thought that also in England, the girl's butler had one day asked him to take off his civilian clothes and change into a well-dressed suit.

Although the time is different, the two images still can't stop intersecting together, thinking about it, a strong self-reproach wells up in his heart, his fingers scratched from his scalp to his cheeks, he grabbed himself so hard that his nails were so deep in the flesh of his cheeks that he almost tore off his entire face.

Over and over!!

He looked at his flesh-and-blood face in the glass mirror, and let out some kind of silent roar, his expression as hideous as that of an evil dragon.

"That won't happen again. A voice rang out in his head.

"How do you know!?" The bloody face in the mirror turned its head sharply, staring at the glass ball he had placed on the bedside table.

"You're not someone who will fall twice in the same place. The monster in the glass ball said, "From what I have observed, you have some kind of strong self-reflection mechanism, and although it can sometimes be overkill, it is a rare merit. ”

"You've given me countless nightmares. ”

Hoffa, whose face was covered with ten paw prints, stood in front of the glass ball, "If you want me to say, I've fallen on you several times. ”

"Those are the projections of your own uneasiness, I just let you see your own heart. The little monster in the glass ball calmly communicated with him, "Look at it, one day you will be grateful for the nightmare, and take the initiative to find the nightmare." ”

"The devil will. Hoffa said hatefully. Under the moonlight, his bloodied face healed quickly, and he honestly put on his suit and trousers in front of the mirror.

The god of nightmares watched him from inside the glass ball, quietly watching him take off his pants, put on his clothes, tie his tie, comb his hair, and dress up like a dog.

"Tell me, do you know what the future holds?" asked Hoffa, brushing his hair.

"I don't know, I'm not a madman who needs to see through the future, and I've long since lost the ability to interfere with reality. It's just that the long river is ruthless, and there is nothing new under the sun, and what I rely on is nothing more than experience. The god of nightmares said in a voice in his head.

"And in your experience, what did Adbe Goshak want to do if he left me?"

"You underestimate your presence, Bach. You are a rare combat power in the wizarding world, and he is his most proud protégé, although he doesn't say it on the surface, but I think that if I can keep you by my side, I am afraid that the little girl who is turning around outside the door will marry you, and he will not hesitate to agree. ”

Click!

Hoffa almost didn't press the comb into his skull, Miranda married him, for some reason, his first reaction when he heard this statement was disgusting, he could be sure that he had a lot of love for her, but there was no love between men and women, besides, that guy also had a dark male personality in his body, and some things, just thinking about it almost made his scalp tingle.

"Are you alright?"

Miranda asked outside. The voice was a little nervous.

Damn it......

He took out the wooden comb stuck in his scalp: "Okay." ”