On the balcony of a small hotel on the edge of the city of Genoa, Hoffa leaves the world of shadows with Miller. As soon as he left the shadow world, Hoffa, in severe pain, hit his head on Miller's shoulder, leaning against him, and trembling uncontrollably.

Miller looked at the boy who was trembling from severe pain, looked at his desolate appearance of his skin and flesh dripping blood, and couldn't bear to reach out his hand, wanting to touch Hoffa's body.

"It hurts."

Hoffa groaned, "It hurts"

Miller was so frightened that he quickly retracted his hand and looked at Hoffa in confusion.

Hoffa's whole body trembled in pain, and some passers-by around him looked at Hoffa in confusion, as if they were wondering why the state of this teenager was incompatible with the state of the city. Why would anyone be so miserable when they were all enjoying the wonderful sunshine.

In the distance, a man in a green beach coat walked casually down the stone steps to Hoffa's location with his hands in his trouser pockets and slippers, smiling and greeting passers-by as he went.

Hoffa realizes that if he doesn't do something, he will be discovered immediately, and that what awaits him will be great torture.

He looked at Miller beside him, at the strange woman with tattoos all over his body, although this woman's body did not bear much resemblance to Miranda's body except for her short hair, but he couldn't care about it at the moment, so he could only be a dead horse and a live horse doctor.

"Hold me. ”

Hoffa said softly.

Miller was taken aback: "What?"

"Hold me, hurry. Hoffa said anxiously.

The second monk of Miller was puzzled, he looked at Hofa's bloody body, and said, "Are you crazy, don't you hurt if I hold you?"

"I want you to hug me. Hoffa longed.

Miller's eyes widened, and he looked at the longing in Hoffa's eyes, gradually realizing something.

"Damn! Don't look at me like that!!" Miller said angrily, "I'm not a sister!"

"Hug me, Miller, please. ”

Hoffa pleaded.

"Damn!!" Miller scolded: "It's all like this, do you still want to take advantage?"

"Miller, if I can't immerse myself in this world and be a part of it, he'll definitely find me!" said Hoffa, pleading.

Miller looked into the distance, closed his eyes in pain, put on the mask of pain, and more and more people looked at them on the street. In the distance, the man in green sensed something, and his pace suddenly accelerated.

Taking a few deep breaths, Miller reached out and grabbed Hoffa's neck little by little, slowly, slowly, and hugged him.

Hoffa almost couldn't wait to bury his head in Miller's shoulder, and the whole person leaned on him, panting. Miller gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, thinking that he was holding a lump of flesh, a filthy dog.

Miller's chest was warm, and the Hoffa nerves leaning against it relaxed slightly. Although he always has a problem with him, Miller is the only one of the few people in this world who doesn't want to take advantage of him and doesn't want to frame him.

At this moment, Hoffa felt some relief, and he no longer insisted on those tough disguises. After a continuous respite, many memories came flooding back to my mind. He snuggled into Miller's arms and asked, "Miller, do you remember the battle we had in the magic tower?"

"Don't talk!"

Miller stiffened his grip on Hoffa and ordered.

Hoffa shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I remember it to this day, in fact, to be honest, I shouted such embarrassing words to you at that time, and now I feel shameless when I think about it." How can people live in the moment so easily?"

Miller was stunned for a moment, and his body relaxed slightly, but then, he immediately tensed his nerves again, "Shut up, I told you not to speak, can't you hear?"

"But even then, so embarrassing, so naïve, you still promised me to stop, why. Hoffa asked softly.

"You're annoying, annoying. Miller said irritably: "I don't want to be annoyed by you, okay, who doesn't know that you were as naïve as a ghost at that time!"

As he spoke, Miller remembered something again, and chattered and complained: "It's really annoying, everyone else is hiding in the second grade, so you stupidly ran out to release the shield spell, if it wasn't for others to help you, you would have hung up a long time ago, and it was the same in the third grade." Dumbledore said that you jumped into the black lake in two sentences, damn it, I'm Aglaia so I didn't save you, and you deserved to drown. And the fucking fourth year couldn't study well and dropped out of school, I really took it, I really took it, you know what people in the school think of me? We used to be three people together every day, and suddenly it became me alone at Hogwarts, and I was stupid, you know. As a result, at the end of the year, I finally saw you once, but you were annoyed again, you were so annoying!!"

These words may have been held back in Miller's heart for I don't know how long, and he complained angrily. Hoffa leaned motionless on Miller, the whirlpool of memories pulling him back to the old days, when they were childish or impulsive. In those memories, the wounds on my body didn't hurt so much.

Miller scolded for a while, released his resentment for a while, looked at Hoffa and asked, "The wound is starting to heal, does it still hurt?"

Hoffa shook his head, "It doesn't hurt that much. ”

Miller was about to let go of Hoffa, but Hoffa suddenly grabbed his waist with his backhand and slowly hugged him. Miller's eyes widened suddenly, and his body stiffened like stone.

"What for!?" he asked quietly, gritting his teeth.

"Hugs. Hoffa said.

"Wow! It's not like you, you're not that disgusting. ”

Miller said.

Hoffa buried his head in Miller's shoulder, his eyes swept over the balcony, and the man in green in the distance noticeably slowed his pace.

"That's just one life, Miller. ”

Hoffa muttered, there isn't much chance for me to wake up again, not much chance for me to touch you again like I did today, if it's only this time, please let me give you a good hug. ”

Miller closed his eyes in annoyance, and after a long time, he slowly opened them, hugged Hoffa's shoulders and sighed in Hoffa's ear: "You haven't been in vain for decades as the Minister of Magic, brother-in-law, you couldn't say such things before." ”

Hoffa no longer looked at the man in green who was searching. He just stuck to Miller, shook his head slightly around his neck, and sighed: "I can't remember the things in the dream very well, don't mention it again." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hoffa felt his toes being stepped on heavily, and the wound that had not yet healed suddenly ached. He looked up and saw Miller's indifferent face, and in the depths of that look, there was a deep unwillingness.

The man in green in the distance made two jumps in a row, quickly approaching where Miller and Hoffa were.

Hoffa looked into Miller's eyes and whispered in a trembling voice, "Miller, I'm sorry for your sister." If there's anyone I'm most sorry for, it's you and your sister, but I can't help it, I can't help it. I have to go back, I swear. It's so tearing, and a lot of times, I can barely think about it, just think about it and it's like it's cracking. So, I beg you, even if it's only for a second, to let me look at her again, okay?"

Looking at the rare helplessness and hesitation of the young man in his arms, Miller's expression gradually softened, he let go of Hofa's foot, leaned on the balcony little by little, and gently wrapped his arms around Hofa's shoulders.

"You don't have to be sorry, my sister never allowed you to do what you wanted, it's just that the road is too dangerous. As long as you agree to that condition, everything else will be solved. Miller said softly.

Condition?

Hoffa knew what it was, but he couldn't.

Looking at Miller's softened face, Hoffa was in a trance for a while. He didn't care what Miller said anymore, he just thought of Miranda, and thought of those decades of long but ordinary daily life.

The thought made his heart twitch violently, and he no longer restrained himself, raised his head slightly, and moved closer to Miller's face.

On the other side, pedestrians on the street looked away. The boys and girls on the small balcony are glued together, as if they blend perfectly with the atmosphere of the city. The man in green walked to the small balcony, frowned in confusion, looked around, and saw the young man and girl above his head, but his eyes only swept over, and did not stop at all.

On the balcony, Hoffa's breath was spat on Miller's face, and Miller froze, an expression he had never seen before, and he turned his head and blushed. But after being red for a while, he turned back again, opened his lips, and lowered his head slightly. Approached Hoffa's lips.

The faces of the two were extremely close, and at this moment, the unknown truth was only less than 0.01 centimeter away from Hoffa.

However, at this moment, Hoffa's eyes moved slightly, and he was relieved to see the man in green who was moving away. The body slackened, and the face moved away from Miller's.

Startled and awoke from that trance, Miller looked at Hoffa, hooked his head abruptly, and buried his head in his shoulder. Then a heavy punch hit Hoffa directly in the lower abdomen.

Hoffa bent down at the blow, spitting out a trace of bitter water.

Miller then showed no mercy and landed three back-to-back uppercuts to Hoffa's lower abdomen.

Heavier than the last.

Hoffa was directly knocked down by these three punches, kneeling on the ground and coughing.

"Miller." Hoffa coughed, "What do you do?"

"You have disgraced the Spell Genius, I never want to see you again, disappear from my vision. He said coldly.

"I didn't, Miller, I just."

"Fuck off!" Miller interrupted him directly.

Then he leaped off the balcony and walked off the distance.

Ever since the man in green left, Hoffa had realized something, and he couldn't wait to share his gains with Miller, so he jumped off the balcony and chased after Miller.

Miller saw that Hoffa was chasing after him, and without saying a word, he quickened his pace, wanting to get away from this hateful man.

Hoffa caught up with Miller in three steps and two steps, grabbed his arm and said, "What are you doing walking so fast, if you don't have a special way, you can't get out here!"

Miller shook off Hoffa's arm and continued walking.

"Have you ever wondered why that guy has Salazar Slytherin's face, but says he doesn't know Slytherin? ”

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it, I'm not interested. ”

Hoffa said excitedly: "Before, in New York, I realized that the spirits of those who bought the Centaur King's Elixir came together to give birth to the monster that guarded the illusion. However, those people have no level, and they have no mental training, so their spirits are just instinctually intertwined, and finally they become a monster that resembles a nightmare creature!But I have seen the source of dreams, which is elegant but terrifying, shocking but exquisite, and it is by no means something that ordinary creatures can imitate! That creature is just a clumsy and chaotic copy! Without the slightest control, it can only think and fight like a beast!!"

"Get out. Miller responded to him with a word.

Hoffa: "Let me say that this monster is the same, unlike the monster in New York, at this moment this power has been dominated, by a man of Salazar Slytherin blood. That's why this creature will embody an extraordinary level of mental ability and control, did you hear him, he is not alone. This must be an organization! Guess whose organization it is?"

"Tom Riddle. Miller said.

"Yes, yes," said Hoffa, "I can only say that Riddle dreamed of being like Salazar Slytherin, but since he didn't recognize me, he didn't even bother to see us hugging, which only shows that this guy is also in a dream now." His psychic power controlled the nightmare guardian monster, or rather, fused. ”

"You're smart, then. ”

Miller said nonchalantly.

Hoffa: "I already know how to get out of here, Miller, believe me, we can get out as long as I say it." ”

Miller stopped abruptly, he turned, and this time, instead of letting Hoffa roll, he said grimly, "What did you say?" ”

"I said I had a way to get you out of here, as long as you cooperated with me. ”

"As long as I cooperate with you, right?"

"Yes. ”

Miller laughed, "Then you'll have to make me cool." ”

Hoffa was stunned: "Then why are you cool?"

Miller, taking a deep breath, then looked around and roared loudly, "This place is so nasty!!I don't want to stay here anymore!!It's smelly, stuffy, and boring!!You dreamers!!Your spirit is empty!!Your life is all bullshit!!And that guy in green, come out and get me some excitement!!"

(End of chapter)