Bang!

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

"What's wrong?"

Hoffa asked tentatively with a smile on his face. But he was a little apprehensive in his heart, this guy had a mournful expression from the beginning of eating to dancing, which made him scratch his head.

"Did you have fun?"

"Why are you unhappy, aren't you happy?"

Hoffa sat on Miranda's bed, looking at the blue veins under her neck, and suddenly felt a little thirsty for dancing: "Help me pour me a glass of water." ”

Expressionless, Miranda took out a cup out of thin air and tapped it with her wand. The glass was filled with water, and she handed it to Hoffa, and leaned her arms against the desk, looking depressed.

Hoffa took a sip of water, his eyes fixed on Miranda. There was no light in the bedroom, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

"Can I say a few words to you alone?"

After thinking about it for a moment, Miranda took a deep breath.

"Say, you've dragged me into my room. ”

"I don't recognize you anymore. ”

"Huh?"

"I remember that you didn't run when you saw people at Hogwarts, for fear that others would praise you, and you were more introverted than me. But now, I pick up any topic, dance anything, and have a really good time. Miranda began to speak slowly, but the more she spoke, the more she seemed to open the conversation, and she dangled around the room complaining, "Are you Ravenclaw or Gryffindor?" What have you experienced in the past year and a half, why have you changed so much, and why have I become more and more unfamiliar. ”

"This is your house, I embarrassed you with a straight face?" Hoffa took a sip of water, "Actually, I dance for you, and you don't talk to the guests at home......

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

"What do you think?"

"You don't need me anymore. ”

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

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

"What's wrong with you?" asked Miranda.

"Merlinbeard, why do you have such thoughts?"

"I think you're such a person, if not, why don't you see me during the day, and only come back at night and talk to me occasionally?"

"You, you......"

Hoffa was helpless and didn't know how to explain it, so he just spread his hands and sighed: "Happiness and affection are two different things, Miranda." I think you hate Adbay, but he's your grandfather after all. And when I was in first grade, you almost killed me, can that be fun? But aren't we still friends?

So, feelings are irreplaceable, although I had a lot of fun with them, but it was just a scene, and it was all fake. ”

Miranda raised her eyebrows, her depressed expression disappeared, she glanced at Hoffa, lowered her arms, pulled up a chair and sat in front of him, "It's really like this." ”

"I lied to you?"

"Then what do you think that you promised my grandfather like that?"

"I can't help but give face to Professor Goshawk, your grandfather is a celebrity, a mainstay. Hoffa said lightly.

"So that's just a stopgap measure, you're fooling them around, or are you going to go your own tomorrow?"

Hoffa nodded, "Probably so." ”

Miranda's palm gripping the back of the chair tightened, and her face turned a little pale: "Actually...... I've been very happy these days, and I think you're happy too, so can't you stay in the UK all the time, even if it's just ....... Think a little about Adebay's suggestion. ”

Hoffa glanced at the moon outside the window, paused for a few seconds and shook his head: "It's late, Miranda, if anything really happens, we can contact each other in writing in the future." ”

"Lying. ”

Miranda's smile disappeared immediately: "I just said that I had feelings, and now I don't want to tell me the truth." I warn you, Bach, if you take me for a fool, you're an even dumber bastard than I am. ”

Hoffa was helpless: "Miranda." ”

"Hmm. ”

She nodded earnestly. That serious look made Hoffa a little confused, and he suddenly didn'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 words, and he said slowly: "Those people, the mark they left on me is more profound than you think. ”

"And then?"

Miranda asked.

Hoffa is stuck again.

"What the hell are you thinking, can't you just talk to me honestly?"

"Isn't Hogwarts safe this year?"

"You're right, we've cleaned up the school and revised the rules. There are also new defenses in place, which are very safe. ”

"Look, as long as I'm not there, nothing happens to Hogwarts. Hoffa said.

Miranda smiled, and in the moonlight she showed a mouthful of white teeth, and her face turned cold when she smiled and smiled.

"You mean those weirdos are coming for you, and as long as you stay away from us, we won't be threatened in any way, right?"

"Almost. ”

Hoffa muttered.

"You're narcissistic. ”

Miranda scoffed.

"Isn't it. ”

"At least I'm not, it's you who came to me in the first grade. ”

Miranda let out a long sigh as she reached out in the darkness and brushed Rochehoffa's collar, "I know you can't learn anything at Hogwarts, and I know your hatred for Grindelwald. But you... But you ...... Hey, I can help you, Hoffa. A lot of people will help you. ”

"The last person who helped me is gone, Miranda. ”

Hoffa said stiffly.

"Just because you've been bitten by a snake, you don't have to use a rope for the rest of your life? The Hoffa Bach I know isn't so vulnerable. Listen, I love Aglaia, but I love you too, Hoffa, don't run away from us anymore. ”

"I didn't run away, not at all. ”

"Come back then, you have a choice, right?"

Hoffa shook his head slowly, "Not right now. ”

"When will it work?"

"Wait for her to come back. ”

"Who?" asked Miranda, "who is coming back." ”

"Agrea. ”

Hoffa don't look over.

Miranda's expression became a little obscure, and she didn't say anything for a while, she touched the ground with her feet, stood up and walked around the room for a long time, rubbing her hair and tapping the table, and finally she rubbed her face and faced Hoffa.

"You want me to say what is good for you, how can a wizard as smart as you not understand, her death is not your fault, it is Grindelwald's conspiracy, the purpose is to destroy your spirit, you should not let him succeed, what you should do is to face reality and stop fantasizing. ”

"I know. Hoffa said eagerly, "But do you know the girl?"

"Who?"

"It's the one I brought back from France. ”

"Oh, I know, Lemay. ”

Miranda's tone was slightly sharp: "What, what does she have to do with you?"

"It doesn't matter what the relationship is, but do you know what she's capable of?"

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

Miranda's complexion changed suddenly.

"No way, no one can travel through time. ”

"I saw it with my own eyes. ”

Hofa stood up breathlessly: "There is no doubt that she took me back three days ago, when I was in France, I saw two of myself. ”

"Do you know how three days and a year are different? Miranda also stood up, her expression extremely worried: "None of the wizards who dared to play with time since ancient times had a good end, listen, if that woman really has such ability, the only result waiting for her is to perish, you have to stay away from her!"

"Miranda, I didn't lie to you!!" Helplessness turned into excitement, he pressed Miranda's shoulder: "Have you ever thought that even if there is only a little possibility? ”

Miranda looked sideways at the picture on the table, her hands clenched into fists and motionless, and after a long while, she said hoarsely:

"And at what cost?"

"The price?" Hofa was slightly stunned, his face was pale, and he said hesitantly: "What... What the... The cost?"

"Isn't there no price for this kind of god-like power to fall on a mortal, I don't believe it. ”

Hoffa shuddered and said with difficulty, "Mana is rampant. ”

"How old is she?"

"Sixteen, about the same as us. ”

"What is the concept of sixteen-year-old magical? Except for Silent Ran, I can hardly find anything that will magically run wild at the age of sixteen, and there is no case of Silent Ran who can live until adulthood. The last guy to run amok was Christen Bailburn, and Grindelwald was in control of it all in New York, the oldest of all the Silent Creatures, and he didn't live long. ”

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

"Have you ever thought about why Nicol Lemay 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 devil, but definitely not to man. ”

Hoffa didn't know how to answer, Miranda was a Ravenclaw, and intelligence was her essential quality, and she didn't lack wisdom at all. But the wiser she was, the more difficult it was for him to accept what she said, for he could not find a reason to refute it.

Miranda continued, "Even if you do go back in time and change the fate of Aglaia, so what? your past becomes your future, and you just create a new parallel world. But this world, our world, nothing has changed, the only change is that we have lost you completely!

"Isn't it worth it?"

Hoffa was a little irritable, he didn't want to think about Miranda's words, instinctively didn't want to hear them, "I've heard too many of these words, don't reason with me, I've changed." ”

"What about the price. Miranda asked again.

Hoffa covered his hair and turned his back to Miranda. The urge to leave London, to leave England, grew stronger and more unquenchable. He rushed to the door of Miranda's room, grabbed the doorknob, and his palms trembled like Parkinson's.

"When I was in first grade, you told me to live in the present, but now, look at you, you're already living in the past. ”

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

"You can really make my sister sad, Bach. ”

He admired his fingers in the moonlight: "Is the line between love and non-love so clear, or do you no longer trust your instincts?"

Miller's voice was cold and harsh, and Miranda was like two people, Hoffa looked at the doorknob in his hand and said numbly: "Say whatever you want, but it's too late to say anything." Lemay has been picked up by someone from the Ministry of Magic. Moreover, the person who asked me to send her here was Fatil. Fatil will definitely use her abilities to resurrect her own daughter, that's for sure. ”

"Oh, and what about the cost?"

Miller asked again.

"Don't make a price to me!"

Hoffa finally couldn't take it anymore, and he jerked his head to the side and looked at Miller like a picture on a death notice: "I don't care!"

"If you really don't care, you won't want to leave so much. ”

Miller put down his palm and put it behind his back: "At the end of the day, you actually know the price, but you love her too much to think about it." You'd rather self-hypnotize, pretend you don't understand anything, push that innocent girl into the fire pit, and let someone else do what you want. ”

Rumble!

Miller's cold voice struck Hoffa like a thunderbolt, and he shivered, and the happiness of days disappeared completely, as if he had been pushed out of the warm bed and dropped directly into the bathtub covered with ice.

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

He let go of his hand and sat back on the bed, cold sweat almost soaking his back.

Miller's fuzzy face enlarged in front of his eyes until it was pressed to his ear: "Bach, I have to warn you, whether Fatil de la Ses is the same thing as you think, that girl surnamed Lemay is only afraid that she is more than lucky." Adebay and I have said one thing, in the past year, the people in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic have usurped almost all the resources of the Ministry of Magic, and they don't know what they are busy with.

But every few days, bodies were brought out of that place, covered with white cloth. Those corpses were drained of souls, drained of lives, drained of mana, and there was nothing left. If it weren't for the fact that Britain could not accept the attrition of the civil war because of the war, the Wizengamot would have intervened in the investigation long ago. ”

Looking at Miller's vague and strange face, Hoffa pushed him away with a spirit: "No, it can't be, her grandfather is Nicol Lemay, I heard that he is the director of the Department of Mysteries, how can he be unfavorable to his granddaughter." ”

"The last guy who lived for hundreds of years has made his whole family a puppet, have you forgotten such a thing?"

A cold wind blew in from the window, and Hoffa thought of Sylbie, of Mance, of the blood vessels hanging from his body, of the bright red that flowed, of his own nightmares.

As if to completely shatter his thoughts, next to Miranda's room, in Adbay's study, there was a faint sound of deliberation. The voice was very low, but it was unusually clear to Hoffa's ears at night.

"Is it true that there is a deficit of more than five million Galleons?"

"His secretary told me personally, we can't wait any longer, he's completely deviated from the campaign slogan, and I even think those words are nonsense. ”

"Gotta wait, Goshak. You can't just impeach a minister without evidence. ”

"And what are you going to do, to bring down the entire British Ministry of Magic for the sake of his illusory plan?"

"When he's done with what he wants to do, it won't be long. ”

"How do I know how long it will take, more and more people are dying, Israel, we have to act quickly and stop the loss in time. ”

"Look at Nicolamay, once something happens to that little girl, he will definitely be troubled for this, and when the time comes, we will do it again, the evidence is ironclad, even if Fatil does it in secret, it will not escape the punishment of Wizengamot. ”

Hoffa couldn't listen to the conversation anymore, he was completely awake, and his dream came to naught, revealing the hideous fangs of reality.

If Fatil wants to resurrect his daughter, then he must need that magical bloodline power, and he will definitely draw Chloe's blood like Mance.

One and a half years......

Chloe had said that her powers could only take people back to a week ago at best. If you want to go back a year and a half, what price will it take?

Hoffa's throat swayed up and down, and he looked at his hands, like a super student looking at his college entrance examination score of only 420 points, his head empty.

"What have I done......?"

"If you can't do it yourself, then what's the point of what you've said to me. After Miller finished speaking, he put on his glasses, and his blurred face regained clarity.

Hoffa staggered to his feet from the bed, "Where is the Ministry of Magic?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to at least ask Fatil what he really wants to do. Hoffa clenched his fists: "Tell me, Miranda, where is the Ministry of Magic?"