The girl standing in the doorway was still looking around, and when she heard Hoffa's cry, she looked over with round eyes and saw a teenager waving his arms.

She hurried down the stone steps, swayed in front of Hoffa, and leaned down on the table to look him up and down.

"Oh my God, Hoffa!?"

"It's me. Hoffa smiled.

He also looked at each other, Miranda was still wearing the round glasses that had no power, purely for pretending, but compared to last year, she had grown a lot taller, and she no longer had the appearance of a small radish head, the original short chestnut hair was now shoulder-length, and her fair complexion had turned into wheat-colored skin, which seemed to have been sunburned during the summer vacation.

Compared to the voluptuous Aglaia, she has an indescribable neutral and mysterious beauty, which makes her always keep a certain distance from herself, but she is undoubtedly one of Hoffa's only two friends.

"You're all tanned. Hoffa said with some resentment, "I heard that you went to New Zealand, and you really have you." ”

"You know all this, did Aglaia tell you?"

"She didn't tell me, I could see it. Hoffa pointed to the small wooden sign hanging on her chest, "What is this, the treasure you got back from the natives to ward off evil spirits?"

"It's also a magic prop to ward off insect bites, what do you want to give to you?"

"Forget it, you go out a lot, you can stay. ”

"It's been two months, it's polite, it seems that work can really change a person. ”

She squinted her eyes and smiled slightly, and unceremoniously picked up the black tea in Hoffa's hand and drank it in a sip: "What are you doing here?

"Part-time job?"

Hofard exaggerated himself with a triumphant expression: "I opened this shop!

Miranda smirked, black tea overflowed from the corners of her mouth, she wiped her mouth, and teased: "What kind of cowhide to brag, you are not that piece of material at all." ”

Hoffa snatched the cup from his hand and asked Joseph, who was settling accounts at the table in the distance, "Hey, Weasley, am I your boss?"

Joseph raised his head, squinted his eyes at the girl in the backpack next to Hofa, touched his chin, and showed a meaningful smile: "You're not." ”

Hoffa was shocked.

But then Joseph exaggeratedly said, "You are the king here." ”

Looking at his flattering look, Hoffa held his forehead and regretted asking him.

Miranda was already laughing and couldn't even straighten her waist, she held on to the table.

"It's funny... Well, well, Your Majesty, give me a room in your palace. And, if you may, please send me a court dinner. Okay?"

Hoffa's face turned red with embarrassment, he glared at Joseph, broke the registration list in his hand, lifted the lantern, and said angrily: "Go this way!"

The two walked down the hall to the second basement floor, near the kitchen, where Hoffa and the rest of the staff rested. The environment is much better than upstairs.

In the clean and deep masonry corridor, niches, cabinet rooms, cabinets and other items are neatly placed. Beneath the stone roof are several white rooms with round vaults.

Walking to the room at the end of the hallway, Hoffa opened the door, hung the lantern on the wall, and lit the fireplace with a fire fold.

Lit by a fireplace, the room has a marble stone bed, a row of wooden wardrobes, and a small table painted with ivory. It's very elegant and chic.

Miranda looked around: "The environment here is not bad, you decorated it yourself?"

"No," Hoffa grinned, "this was originally a church, and although the top was blown up by Muggles, the tomb below was relatively intact. ”

Miranda was stunned for a moment, then smiled and bumped into Hoffa: "It's really you, let me sleep in the grave, my heart is dark." ”

"Alright, don't mess with me, I only make twenty pounds a month, and I can't pay my salary. Hoffa smiled wryly.

"Oh, yes, I just wanted you to give me a free order, it seems that I don't have that chance. ”

"Excuse me," Hoffa was shocked, "You're human?"

Miranda laughed, and when she was done, she put her backpack on the bed, pulled over a chair, and sat on it:

"It's weird, I thought you were interning at St. Mungo's Hospital. ”

Miranda rolled her eyes: "Are you arguing with Aglaia again?"

"Nope. Hoffa immediately denied it, "Am I that kind of person?"

"Sure enough. ”

Miranda rolled her eyes, "Without me as a peacemaker, you would have died of old age in the first grade." ”

Hoffa thought to himself that this was really Miranda's misunderstanding, and that the reason he wasn't at St. Mungo was simply because he had offended Aglaia's mother.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door, and Hoffa went over to open the door, and it turned out that the chef Leon had made dinner and brought it over, and he winked at him as he handed the plate to him, as if to imply something.

Hoffa quickly took the silver tray in his hand and pushed him away.

Place the tray on a painted table and open it.

It was filled with four delicate dishes, minced lamb tripe, fried rice balls, bacon sandwiches, corned beef bagels and iced pear slices.

Hoffa sighed, what were these guys thinking, none of these things had been enjoyed themselves.

Miranda was not surprised, she picked up the fork gently, and said as she ate: "Speaking of which, I sent a letter to Aglaia some time ago, and she replied to me that she would invite you to celebrate your birthday. Later, when I sent her a letter, she ignored me. Do you know what's going on?"

"She'......"

Hoffa thought to himself that the guy was probably grounded by her mother, and he was now locked in a closet.

"Wait until tomorrow and ask her yourself. ”

Hoffa changed the subject: "Anyway, why do you want to live here?" That's a coincidence, isn't it? ”

"Where do you stay if you don't live here?" Miranda shrugged and ate a slice of ice pear.

"The Leaky Cauldron is closed, and so are a lot of Muggle inns. I couldn't find a place to stay, so after a little inquiry, I said that there was an underground inn on Strand Street, and the environment was average but the food was free, so I came. ”

After a pause, Miranda sighed: "But I never expected that this store was actually yours." ”

After hearing this, Hoffa frowned: "Wait, you say, the Leaky Cauldron Bar is closed?"

"Don't you know?" said Miranda, picking up the minced lamb belly, "the Heertzburg thing." ”

"What?" said Hoffa, frowning, "Does the closure of the Leaky Cauldron have anything to do with Heirtzburg?"

"Helzburg is one of the main industries of the elves, and after the destruction of Helzburg, Gringotts announced its closure. London's Wizarding Market was paralyzed, and 90 percent of the shops in Diagon Alley were out of business. ”

"What?" Hoffa was shocked. In the days when his business was just getting started, he had been dealing with Muggles and knew nothing about wizarding news. "You mean, Gringotts is closed?"

"That's right, I've heard through the grapevine that half of the goblins died in Heildsburg. Gringotts did not announce its closure, and it was not easy. ”

Miranda swallows the food in her mouth.

"Now that the Golden Galleon has lost half of its value, many wizards are starting to use Muggle pounds. I'm afraid that before this battle is over, the wizard financial system will collapse first. ”

Hoffa listened to the call with his mouth slightly open, and for some reason, the words of the dragon rider broke into his mind again, and this month, he tried his best to keep himself busy, to fill himself, so that he could not think about it, but now, he could no longer ignore the problem.

After thinking about it, Hoffa walked to the door of the room and locked it.

With a solemn expression, he said, "Miranda, let me ask you something. ”

"What's the matter. ”

"What kind of man is Grindelwald?" asked Hoffa bluntly.

Miranda was eating rice balls, and when she heard this, she felt as if someone had pressed the pause button for video playback, and the rice balls were placed on her lips, and she didn't stuff them in for a long time.

After a while, she put down the food: "What did you say?"

"What kind of man is Grindelwald, I mean, you saw him as a kid, didn't you?"

"Why are you asking this?" Miranda stopped eating, her hands flat on the table, "I want to know why." ”

Hoffa sat across from her and recounted his summer encounters with dragons and what he had seen and heard in Heildsburg.

Miranda listened without saying a word, and after listening to the story told by Hoffa, the expression on her face gradually became solemn, and her brow became deeper and deeper.

"You're saying it was Grindelwald who took control of the dragon and destroyed Heildsburg. And let you go to him?"

"yes, tell me, is that him?"

After thinking for a moment, Miranda shook her head: "I don't know, the last time I saw him was seven years ago, and my memory of him is very vague. ”

"Then why is he looking for me?"

"Maybe it's because you have some talent for transformation, but he came to me because of my talent for spells. Miranda speculated.

Hoffa rubbed his head, as if a cloud of chaos was floating in front of him, making him unable to see anything clearly.

After thinking for a long time, he asked repeatedly, "Can't you describe it?" ”

A hint of struggle flashed across Miranda's face, but in the end she said, "I can't answer you, but someone can answer you to this question." ”

With that, she sighed softly, she lowered her head and took off her glasses. The fire in the fireplace writhed without wind, and then the light in the room dimmed.

When she looked up again, the lines on her face became very blurry and unfamiliar. The surrounding spiritual force field completely changed, from gentle and indifferent, to very sharp and cold.

"Long time no see. Bach. ”

The figure sitting across from Hoffa said lightly.

Seeing him, Hoffa sat up straight, his nerves tense, "Do you have to answer me, Miller Goshak?" ”

"Professional matters should be answered by professional people, shouldn't they?"

Miller cracked his mouth open, revealing a mouthful of cold, glistening teeth. The glow of the fire was faint again, and the silver cutlery in front of him trembled, and in the faint light, Hoffa could only see half of the other party's face hidden in the darkness.

He saw Miller again after a year, the dark personality who had posed a great threat to him in first grade.

His energy was not as surging as before, but it was sharper.

"I'm not looking for you to fight. Hoffa pressed his hand against the table, and the trembling cutlery regained its composure.

"Oh, what are you good at besides fighting? ”

Miller also put his hand on the table and leaned over, the distance between the two was less than a centimeter.

"You're not good at anything other than fighting, Bach. Even if I tell you about Grindelwald, there's nothing you can do. ”

"Why?"

"Gellert Grindelwald is a charming man, he has everything you can think of, he is a leader, a representative, and his existence is even more than his own meaning......"

"Less sycophancy. ”

"Only the stupidest person thinks the truth is sycophancy. ”

Miller's voice whispered like a demon, "He can do anything he wants." Because there will always be people who want to be on his side, like my wretched father. ”

"And the reason why he can do this, I think, the biggest reason is that he has a deep understanding of the world and is calm enough. And this is something you have never had. ”

Hoffa was silent, if Grindelwald really did what Miller said, he could do whatever he wanted, and had ruined Heildsburg.

So what will he do to Hogwarts, the one-month deadline has expired, and he has not chosen to go to him. Of course, I wouldn't choose to go to him, but what should I do......

Sarcastic laughter came from across the table:

"You're scared. Hoffa Bach. I see your deepest fears. What exactly has happened in the past year or so that you have become so unconfident. ”

The vague-looking "boy" sneered playfully: "I doubt that you are still not my opponent now." ”

"Enough. ”

Hoffa interrupted him: "Go back." ”

"What do you think I am? Do you think that momentary enthusiasm can triumph over eternal truth?"

Miller climbed onto the table, little by little, towards Hoffa.

Hoffa's face was slightly pale, and his mental force field covered the surroundings, compressing Miller's mental force field back little by little.

Suddenly, Miller reached out and put his arm around the back of Hoffa's head, gritting his teeth and whispering in his ear, "Only a sign can defeat a sign, fool." ”

Caught off guard by the utterly incomprehensible words, Miller let go of his palm and sat back in his seat with a thud. His head was lowered.

Hoffa propped up the table in a daze.

Syllable!

The flame in the fireplace was restored to brightness.

The lines on her face softened again.

Miranda looked at Hofa's pale face close at hand, was slightly stunned, and suddenly smiled: "Why are you going to kiss him?"

Ignoring Miranda's jokes, Hoffa slowly sat back in his place. Miller's words floated above his head like a cloud, lingering for a long time.