After receiving information from Riddle, Hoffa and Miller left Genoa without stopping, finding a plane in a normal Muggle City, boarding it, and heading all the way to Paris. After landing in Paris, he and Miller embarked on a journey to the Far East.

At this moment, the time has come to the beginning of winter, coupled with the turmoil and treacherous situation, the confrontation between the two camps of the world has begun to take shape, the plane to Moscow has been shut down by the local Muggle government, but fortunately, the train transport is still there, and they can travel to the Far East by rail.

Although the speed is much slower, after destroying Sylbie's pool, Hoffa is no longer so urgent, and now the situation has been reversed, without the support of money, soon, the cursed Sylby will gradually lose his ability to act, and those Squib armies that are supported by him and bewitched by him will also cease to operate after losing their source.

Now, all he needs to do is find Sylby and kill him, and everything will be back to square one. And the cursed Sylby will be far from his opponent.

The only variable is his wand, or rather, the nightmare god that was once sealed in it.

The god of nightmares still possessed the power of time, but Hoffa did not know what the god of nightmares really thought, and this unknown was far more disturbing to him than anything known.

After boarding a train bound for the Far East from Gare du Nord, Hoffa asked for a large one-man box, and he lay on his table, pen and letter in hand, and kept writing letters, which read as follows.

"To Professor Albus Dumbledore—

The Centaur King's source of funding has been cut off, and I think that the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for him, and if he has any ideas and plans, I am afraid that they must be implemented now.

So I expect the situation to be extremely volatile at some point.

If Hogwarts is one of the sources of faith in wizards, be sure to protect it and not let it hurt again. Please also take good care of the Beauxbatons students and tell them that I have not forgotten their help and that I will fight with them when the time comes.

At this moment, I will go to Durmstrang to warn the wizards of the Far East to get ready. There is news that the Centaur King has embarked on his journey to the Far East and cannot afford to be as devastated as Beauxbatons, so please send me Durmstrang's map if you can. 』

At this point, Hoffa paused, thought for a moment, and could not help but write on the letterhead: "What the Half-Man King conveys in his dreams has a great charm, and is as beautiful as the terms that seem to be right. But please be sure to convey to those bewitched wizards that the so-called equality, the so-called right, is just the cloak of power, and the deliberate pursuit is like a dream bubble, fleeting. -—— your student, Hoffa Bach.

After writing a letter, he folded the letter paper into the envelope. He continued to write other letters, addressed to Professor Goshak, who was recovering from illness on the island of the Black Golan, but signed by Dr. Reiner.

"Dear Dr. Reiner,

I don't know how your life is on the island, if you have enough supplies, if you don't have enough, please contact me quickly, or contact Nicolame in London, and we will find a way to help you solve it immediately.

After a few days of absence, I don't know what Professor Goshak's condition is. If it's okay, please tell him that Miller and I are all right, and that we are on our way to find Miranda, and that I will bring her back safely, and that the professor can recuperate in peace until the day when he is reunited with his family. -—— Hoffa.

After writing his letters to Professor Goshawk, Hoffa wrote different letters, some to Lemay and some to Aberforth. There were even letters addressed to Professors Olim and Maxim of Beauxbatons. If he still has influence, he doesn't want it to dissipate over time before the Great War.

In the carriage, Miller sat on a bench opposite Hoffa, looking at the boy who was sitting at his desk. At this moment, the boy seemed to have changed back into the Minister of Magic in his dreams, working attentively and seriously.

Looking at the black hair that naturally drooped on his forehead, Miller subconsciously reached out and fetched a pot of hot water for him, helped him make a cup of tea, and placed it next to Hofa.

While gently turning the spoon to release the tea leaves, he couldn't help but ask softly, "You don't remember much about the things in your dreams, brother-in-law." ”

"Hmm. Hoffa didn't lift his head in reply.

"I remember, in fact, you did a good job, and people privately spoke highly of you. Miller said softly, with a hint of dreaminess in his voice.

"Those are fake. ”

Hoffa said coldly.

"yes."

With the rumbling of the railroad tracks, all the way through the noise of the city, into the gray and white land of the suburbs, the time has come to the early winter, the weather is slightly cold.

Milletto looked out the window, and from time to time he sighed on the glass of the train window, and when the water vapor stained the glass, he would use his fingers to sketch patterns on the glass.

Miller seemed to be in a good mood, and the patterns painted on the glass were mostly smiling faces and strange flowers.

After writing the letter, Hoffa handed the letters to Miller and said, "Help me get them." ”

"I'm not an owl"

Miller muttered unhappily.

Having said that, magic rings still appeared in his palms. There were magical fluctuations in the ring, and he threw the letters into it, which quickly disappeared.

After writing the letter, Hofa had been reading the Muggle newspaper, the wizarding world had declined, and he wanted to see the current situation through the spiders in the newspaper. However, most of the things in the newspapers were of little value, and the occasional report about the earthquake survey in the Pyrenees was also rendered useless due to the age of time.

By the time Hoffa had finished reading a few newspapers, it was already dark outside the train window, and Miller had fallen asleep in his chair. Seeing that the girl possessed by Miller was still wearing a short New York dress, Hoffa couldn't help but take out a blanket, walked up to him, and gently covered him.

"Hoffa." The girl opened her eyes in a daze and shouted.

"Would you like to eat something and go to sleep?" asked Hoffa softly.

Miller shook his head. Wrap the blanket tightly and straighten your legs over his legs.

Hoffa sat down beside Miller, leaned back in his chair, tapped Miller's calf gently, closed his eyes and pondered.

What would he do if he were Sylby, and how long would he have enough money to support him? If the God of Nightmares used the power of time against him, what would he do?

With these questions swirling in his mind, Hoffa fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up again, the train had moved away from the French border, through Brussels and Berlin, to the area where the two camps met.

The snow had begun to fall in early winter, and a thin layer of frost had condensed on the windows of the train, and the train was being coaled for maintenance under the territory controlled by the Western camp. And Miller was sitting by the window in a daze at the moment, motionless looking at the soldiers and the wind and snow outside the window.

"It's cold outside, I'll help you buy a dress. Hoffa said.

Miller looked out the window, looking a little dazed.

Hoffa sensed Miller's abnormality and asked, "Miller, what's wrong. ”

"Me"

Miller opened his mouth and was stunned for a moment before saying, "I want to sleep a little longer." ”

Hoffa touched Miller's head, but soon realized that he was doing something completely excessive. Miller is not an exact person, he is just a spirit body, and he does not have a fever. Even if the woman he possessed had a fever, it would not have any effect on him.

Seeing Miller leaning back in his chair and falling asleep, Hoffa didn't ask much, so he got out of the car and bought Miller a dark blue military coat. Prevent the dollar in your hand from being spent when you reach the other side of the Berlin Wall.

It wasn't long before the train circled Berlin and headed for the colder places, and by the moment, there was no one on board. Miller slept longer this time, almost longer than any before, and Hoffa, fearing that something was wrong with him, would call him every few hours. But even when he woke Miller, he just stared blankly at the window and didn't say a word. Not long after, he fell back into a deep sleep.

When the train finally arrived in Moscow, Hoffa could no longer let Miller sleep. He pushed his body and said, "Let's go, Miller, we're at the station, let's go to Durmstrang together." ”

Miller opened his eyes in a daze, and stood up in his military coat.

Hoffa grabbed him, grabbed his suitcase, and helped him off the train.

The cold wind blew in his face, and the wind and snow blurred Hoffa's vision, and on both sides of the road at the station, there were cold torrents of steel and Soviet soldiers carrying guns and pedaling in the snow.

The severity that was completely different from that of Europe rushed to his face, looking at those neat soldiers, Hoffa suddenly felt a little uncomfortable for no reason, he turned his head, and gasped for a few breaths in a row before throwing the sudden heaviness out of his mind.

"Brother-in-law, I may not be able to go on."

Miller looked at Hoffa and said sluggishly.

"Miller, what's wrong?" said Hoffa, holding him by the shoulder.

"You promised me that day in the illusion of Genoa, that you would do"

"Say you want to?"

"You want to talk to me, and you want to make me a cup of tea. Now, you neither made me tea nor talked to me. Miller said dumbfounded.

"God, you mentioned it earlier, there was tea and hot water in the train for so long, but you slept all the way. Hoffa grumbled.

"Make tea, talk. Miller stubbornly sluggish repetition.

"Okay, okay, according to yours, make tea and talk. ”

Hofa rubbed his head helplessly, and he looked around, there was a commissary near the train station. Hoffa walked in, and there were a lot of cigarettes, alcohol, and tea in Russian, most of which were vodka.

After searching, Hoffa bought two packets of black tea from the shelf, and when he walked to the door, he found several very contemporary enamel cups on the cabinet. The enamel cup bears the heads of Stalin and Lenin. Red, scrappy.

So Hoffa dug into his pocket, and pulled out a roll of dollars brought from the United States. He gritted his teeth and handed over the dollars in his hand.

The owner of the commissary looked at the dollar in Hoffa's hand for a long time, and his expression was very unhappy. But after much hesitation, he sold tea leaves and enamel jars with the heads of Stalin and Lenin to Hoffa, who held the dollar.

As soon as Hoffa returned with his enamel cup and tea leaves, he saw Miller disappear in the snow near the station, leaving only a row of thin footprints.

Hofa was startled and immediately followed the footprints and chased after him. After chasing in the vast snow for a long time, I found that Miller had walked aimlessly to the edge of a pine forest on the outskirts of Moscow, and stood in a daze on the edge of the open forest.

Hofa was so worried that he chased after him and grabbed Miller's shoulder, and asked loudly, "Don't you wander around, Miller, we don't know the place here, what if we get separated!?"

"Boil water, drink tea and talk"

Miller looked ahead, his gaze unfocused.

"The devil scared you!"

Hofa cursed, he looked at the open wind and snow around him, helped Miller to a pine tree, and sat him down.

Later, he used Transfiguration to build a small stone stove on the ground, found some wood from the woods, and put it in the stone stove. He opened the black tea bag and sprinkled it in the enamel cup.

"Fire. ”

Hoffa commanded.

Miller reached out and stabbed it, and the fire lit up.

"Water. ”

Hoffa commanded again.

Miller reached out and poked like a tool man, and the enamel jar was also filled with water.

It seems that he was prepared.

Hoffa sighed, put Stalin and Lenin on the fire to heat, and soon the two mentors were blackened by smoke. Hoffa tended to the tea while adding sugar to it, and when the tea was boiling, Hoffa handed him to Miller. Said angrily: "Tea!"

Miller took the tea expressionlessly and suddenly asked coldly.

"If it was my sister who jumped off the black lake to save you back then, would you still regret it?"

The teacup in Hoffa's hand shook, he raised his head, looked at Miller in surprise, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Stop dodging questions and give me an answer. ”

Miller said expressionlessly.

Hoffa shook his head, he didn't answer.

Miller took a sip of hot tea, as if it didn't feel hot.

He said lightly: "Although my sister is a witch, my sister is also very eager for a normal life, and she is very eager for a family. I think whether it's in a dream or in merging with me, you've felt your sister's longing. ”

"I know. ”

Hoffa's eyes darkened: "Miller, don't say it again." ”

Miller suddenly put down the teacup, slowly squatted down beside Hoffa, held his knees and said, "Hoffa, I want to ask you, don't continue." ”

Hoffa's body shuddered.

"If you continue, you will die, you have merged with me, don't you see that kind of ending?"

Hoffa slowly raised his head and looked at Miller in slight surprise. No, what to call her, Hoffa doesn't know anymore. Those two spirits were just two faces of the same being, and nowadays, the line has blurred.

"I was really happy when you told Riddle that you were looking for a wife, really happy. There were drops of water on the girl's face slowly crossing: "I know that you have been regretting, in nightmares for decades, not a day, your mind is really by my side." There is not a day that you have ever been truly happy.

However, since fate has sent you to me, how can I watch you go to the end of the catastrophe again, I didn't stand with you by the Black Lake that year, leaving you alone to face the void, I have always regretted it, it's just that the past has passed, this is what you taught me, I can't watch you die again, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, Hoffa. ”

"I'm not going to die. Hoffa said lightly.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

She choked up with tears: "Why do you have to be so stubborn, if this is a dead end, do you have to go down without looking back? If you are really dead, what will you take to see Aya!"

She suppressed her sadness and said, "Can't you just take a look at me, I'm right across from you, right now"

A great sadness struck Hoffa, and he felt that the man had been cut in half by the supreme power. Half of it is the tacit understanding of decades of life, and half of it is the emotion of life beyond the limit.

Even through the warm fire, he could feel the helplessness and great sadness on the other side of the fire. But he didn't stand up after all, but looked down at the snow on the ground, his fingers piercing his palms, and his teeth biting his lips.

After a few breaths, the choking faded away.

The girl on the other side of the fire let out a long, trembling breath and said, "If you keep going, I have to do it all else." Even if you end up hating me, even if you end up standing against me, I won't let what I see happen. Good luck, Hoffa. ”

As soon as the words fell, the body controlled by Miller fell silently on the snow, and a faint black qi floated out of the strange girl's facial features and drifted to the woods behind her.

Hoffa heard a noise in the woods, and he quickly stood up and chased in the direction of the sound.

However, when he arrived at the place where the noise took place, only a pair of shallow footprints were left on the snow, and the air was still filled with the magic fluctuations left by the apparition and the faint scent of violet flowers.

(End of chapter)