"You're not leaving?" Hofado glanced at her.

"There's no hurry. ”

Delfina said very lazily, and with a twist of her finger, a letter appeared between her fingers, "This letter was given to you by Noble. ”

She tossed the letter into the air at Hoffa, who pinpointed it with her fingers.

"Oh yes, and, as a bonus, we asked him to transport all kinds of alchemy equipment for the Ministry of Magic, so that if you want to do the arms business in the future, you don't have to sneak around. Of course, that was limited to the territory of the Allies. ”

"That's great. ”

Hoffa said nonchalantly, he took the letter, did not rush to open it, but asked: "When I was in France, I just went to the toilet, and you disappeared, and then the German army came to the door and told me, is it a coincidence?"

"Coincidences, there are no coincidences, everything is arranged by fate. Delfina put her hands on her waist and looked dignified.

"yes, why don't you bring her back yourself, I think you're much faster than me. Hoffa asked, squinting his eyes.

"People are women. To be honest, I don't want to talk to a guy of the same gender at all, would you want to be alone with a guy for half a year?"

She smiled and stretched out her slender fingers to pick up Hoffa's chin: "Of course, if I can, of course I want to have a thrilling adventure with a handsome guy like you." ”

Syllable!

Hoffa opened her palm and looked at her with an unkind look.

But Delfina was not angry, she blew a flying kiss, and then smiled and disappeared with a slight spun of her feet, and the apparition disappeared with a very graceful spin.

Watching the bald woman disappear, for some reason, he always felt that this guy was not a fuel-efficient lamp. But he was determined to leave, so he didn't think much of it, but turned his gaze to the letter in his hand.

When I opened the letter, it was a messy pile of handwriting.

[The Ministry of Magic gave me the permission to smuggle arms, I think we sent it, now the most scarce place in the world is in the Far East, I will go to the Soviet Union first, and when you finish sending that girl, you can come to Moscow to find me, and we will do a big —— Noble Hagrid]

"Big ......"

After reading the letter, Hoffa couldn't help but grin. He breathed a sigh of relief, Noble was in the Soviet Union, although this place was far away and cold, but it was also a place to go, and he was fortunate not to fall to the level of a headless fly.

Putting away the letter, he hurried to the docks in London. For some reason, he didn't want to stay in England for a minute, like a criminal who was in a hurry to escape from the crime scene.

Almost all the pedestrians on the road were wearing winter robes, but Hoffa was still wearing a summer shirt, and it would only take him a day to travel for nearly half a year, going around in circles, and it took far longer than he expected. He didn't even have time to change his clothes.

It was nearly midnight when he rushed to the docks, the ticket office was already closed, but he still asked the night shift man about the ferry time from London, England to Murmansk, Soviet Union. The next morning a freighter would pass, and he would only have to wait one night.

Hoffa looked at the time and decided to wait until daylight to set off and start the journey again. He found a broken chair in the dock square, intending to meditate on the time.

Such squares are full of homeless people wrapped in newspapers, and there are piles of wine bottles under almost every chair.

He had just entered meditation when the contents of the nightmares that had come back to him not long ago, which had become unusually clear when he was alone. He suddenly felt so irritable that he couldn't meditate at all, and there happened to be an adult magazine in the chair at hand that he didn't know which homeless man had left behind.

He unceremoniously picked up the magazine and flipped through it, the content of the magazine was similar to those Playboy magazines in later generations, all of which were photos of some third-rate actresses, but they had changed from color to black and white.

The only color on the magazine was a yellow-brown stain that was sprayed on almost every page, and God knows what happened to this poor magazine.

"Fuck the ice cream ......"

Hoffa muttered aimlessly flipping through the magazine, as if that was the only way he could forget the contents of that nightmare.

He's flipping.

Suddenly.

A white finger pulled on the cover of the magazine, slowly pulling the magazine up, and at the same time a slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Hi, Hoffa, long time no see." ”

Hoffa was leaning back in his chair with his head up reading a magazine, while the guy who had suddenly come to say hello stood behind his chair and looked down at him.

So in Hoffa's point of view, the guy's face was turned upside down, but even so, he recognized her at a glance.

The chestnut shoulder-length short hair, the round rimless glasses, and the pointed chin, the moment he recognized it, he bounced up from his chair like an electric shock, and took a few steps back in a hurry.

"Rice...... ...... Miranda"

He looked at the visitor with surprise and delight. The palm of his hand touched his body, first straightened his collar to see if there was any mess, and then touched his hair, trying to press down the place that was blown by the night wind, so as not to look too haggard.

"You, why are you here!?"

He stammered. I didn't expect to meet her in such a place, one of my best friends and one of my most dangerous opponents.

Compared with a year ago, her appearance has changed a lot, first of all, she has become a lot taller, about 1.65 meters, which is not at all the appearance of a small radish head.

She wears a cool black studded biker jacket, a pair of black shorts, a pair of high-top martin boots under her long white legs, a very ethereal misanthropic makeup painted on her face, obsidian earrings on her ears, and sharp eyebrows. However, Huo Fa, who had seen the world outside, could still see at a glance that the makeup was not really good, the technique was very jerky, and the color of his lips was too dark.

"Isn't it me who should be asked?"

Miranda narrowed her eyes and scrutinized, "This is the UK, I have a problem showing up in London?"

"Isn't that the point of school?"

"yes, isn't that the point of school?"

Miranda asked rhetorically, she picked up the magazine in her hand, glanced at it, then shook it in front of Hoffa's eyes, and sneered, "You have changed quite a lot, have you matured?"

"Gan!"

Hoffa's face was so red that he almost dripped, he thought to himself that it was Murphy's Law, he had lived for four or five years and had no time to make some yellow, and he just wanted to cultivate his sentiments, but he was caught by his best friend, and there was no one else in this luck.

He held his forehead with one hand, waved his hand with a wry smile with the other, and changed the topic: "Less, how do you know my location?"

"I'm passing by,"

Miranda casually threw aside the torn magazine in her hand, folded her arms and said, "I went to the bar with my friends for a drink, and then I saw you on the road." ”

"Yes, you've learned how to put on makeup. ”

Hofa smiled and couldn't help but start complaining about her appearance.

Although he hasn't seen him for more than a year, the sense of familiarity will never linger, and he still remembers the literary girl style when this guy was reading a book on the train when he was in the first grade.

Miranda raised her eyebrows and hugged her arms, "yes, isn't it pretty?" said she pursed her mouth in disgust, "What about you, you can't mix up from African mining, come back to collect bottles?"

The abnormal poisonous tongue made Hoffa laugh out loud, and the embarrassment was swept away. He sat back in his chair laughing, his legs arched with laughter. Indeed, his dusty appearance is indeed not decent, and the clothes on his body are still dirty and crotched when he was picking up vampires in Bournemouth.

A few homeless men wrapped in newspapers next door were woken up by his laughter and cursed.

"I have no choice but to collect the rags and barely maintain my life. Hoffa slumped into his chair and said in a position where the mud couldn't hold up the wall.

Miranda burst out laughing, and with her world-weary makeup, she actually had a feeling of melting icebergs, and she immediately stopped her face after laughing: "Where are you going?"

She asked, putting her hand in her pocket.

"USSR. ”

Hoffa said: "My friend has an alchemy workshop over there, which allows me to resell arms, eat and drink spicy food, and go to the top of my life. ”

Miranda smiled, but then sighed, took two pieces of paper from the pocket of her black jacket, and handed them to Hoffa.

Hoffa took it and saw that it was a newspaper and a wanted warrant.

The newspaper is a new prophet's daily newspaper, and it is a big headline in bold English [Shocked!Hofa Bach, a disciple of Grindelwald the Dark Witch, appeared in England and slaughtered hundreds of vampires!!]

There was also a photo of him and Tom Riddle walking side by side in the cloud base under the title, and I don't know when those people secretly took it.

The caption below the photo provides a detailed report on the vampire incident in Bournemouth, without mentioning Mans, saying only that he killed a large number of wizards and a group of vampires in Germany.

Pulling out the wanted notice below and taking a look, the expression on the photo is gloomy, looking sideways at the rear, quite a bit of a villain. Before he could see the dense string of Devon introducing himself, Hoffa was frightened by the long string of zeros at the bottom.

"I thought you could be so good outside, but I didn't expect it to be the same as before, which is uncomfortable. Miranda sighed: "Germany has now issued a death warrant for you, and if you fold your head into Galleons, you can buy most of Norway, and I can guarantee that as long as you leave this dock now, what awaits you is endless assassination." ”

With a calm face, Hoffa read all the newspapers and the text of the wanted notice, and handed them back.

He was not able to capture Mance alive, and also killed a piece of Tom Riddle's soul fragment, so naturally he had no face to report back to Slughorn, and the news was finally leaked out, and it was also being cleaned up. Everything Mance did, for better or worse, was as he had foreseen.

Miranda rubbed the newspaper and wanted notice, and the paper turned to ashes in the air. Then she sat down next to Hoffa and said worriedly: "You can't go out, stay in England, it's safe here." ”

"Nope. ”

Hoffa flatly and resolutely rejected Miranda: "I have already bought the ticket for tomorrow morning at six o'clock." ”

"Are you crazy?"

Miranda glared, her expression a little excited: "The secret forces of the Imperial Wizards Association are all over the world, even if they want to assassinate the president of the United States, no one can stop them. ”

"In that case, what's the use of me staying in England, it's already happened. Hoffa said indifferently, as if stating something that had nothing to do with him.

"I can ......"

Her excited voice stammered, "Bao, protect you." ”

Hoffa smiled and flicked her with his fingers, "It's nice to meet you, Miranda, but let's go back, it's getting late." ”

The girl Huo Ran stood up, her expression became a little angry, and with the world-weary makeup, she looked gloomy and terrible: "I haven't seen you for a year and a half, I haven't written a letter, and you're going to bombard me when you meet?" Miranda sneered and squeezed out a few words from between her teeth, "I think I'm looking for the wrong person." ”

Hoffa didn't expect her to react so much suddenly, and she was a little stunned. A few of the awakened homeless men next to him shouted and laughed, "Yo, little sister, he doesn't want your uncle to want you!"

"Come to Daddy, Daddy will love you very much!"

"Aren't your pants so short on a big night?"

"Hahaha....."

(drooling)

The lines of Miranda's face were as sharp as knives, and she grinned a row of snow-white teeth, looking sideways at the homeless men who were spitting fragrant mouths, and her fingers reaching for her glasses.

Hoffa chuckled inwardly, thinking of her terrible dark side, and pressed his palm forward, which was like pressing Miranda's glasses back. Then, he grabbed her wrist and stomped on the ground.

The glass bottle under the chair turned into powder, and the foul-mouthed homeless people were blown up by the suddenly exploding glass bottle, and they tore open the newspaper and scolded and got up and slapped their clothes. Some people even picked up wine bottles and wanted to find fault, but when they put on a posture, they could still see half a figure.