The next day, it rained heavily in London.
The inky sky kept changing shape, and the rain fell on the broken spire of the church, splashing up a smoke-like mist, sometimes high, sometimes low. Sometimes thick, sometimes thin, it rose and fell continuously. It flowed down the eaves, like beads with a broken string, and gradually connected into a line. The water on the ground grew more and more, converging into small streams.
On the first floor of the broken church.
Two wizards on sentry duty were chatting. They were here to guide Muggles and prevent people from the Ministry of Magic from raiding the underground business. But today, they had a more important mission.
To prevent the young boss from abandoning them heartlessly.
At this time, the trapdoor leading to the underground hotel was pushed open. A girl wearing a gray transparent raincoat walked out, carrying a big bag and wearing a pair of round glasses.
The two chatting guards immediately stopped talking and stared intently behind the girl, as if they felt that another person might come out.
But they didn't see anyone else, only a girl with chestnut hair.
The girl put the transparent raincoat on her head and nodded to the two wizards on sentry duty. "Morning."
"Where's the boss? Not with you?"
One of the wizards asked warily.
The girl shrugged. "Who knows, maybe he's sleeping."
Then she waved her hand. "Goodbye, this shop is really good."
With that, she tightened her backpack and strode into the heavy rain.
The two wizards looked suspiciously at the girl's back, and then at the closed trapdoor.
"Nothing happened …"
"Is the boss really sleeping?"
"Maybe he doesn't really want to go to school."
"I didn't let my daughter go to school … These days, Hogwarts is more dangerous than London."
"Of course. Speaking of which, do you know what happened last year …"
.....
The broken canopy on the street let out a violent and crisp sound, like a dump truck pouring down stones. The stones kicked up by the wind mixed with the rain, making it impossible to resist. The air was filled with mineral dust and mist.
In the rain, Miranda calmly walked to the corner of the street, then grabbed a transparent figure in the rain and ran.
Hoffa was dragged out of the illusion state. He was dragging a big brown box, wearing a blue raincoat. The two ran through the puddles to the shore of the Thames River, where a boat was bobbing in the storm. Boarding the boat, the two cleared the boat of rainwater. Miranda snapped her fingers, and the boat started to move in the turbulent inner city river.
Hoffa wiped the rain on his face, still scared. "Damn it, these people don't let me go to school."
Miranda rolled her eyes. "Then why did you open this shop? Not taking responsibility after the meeting. What a scumbag! "
"They were always after me," said Hoffa. "I was forced to."
Miranda looked at Hoffa deeply. "You're not alone anymore."
This sentence gave Hoffa goosebumps. He shivered and did not want to speak.
When the two arrived near King's Cross Station by water, the rain was still not stopping. Instead, it showed signs of getting heavier. The surroundings were misty, and nothing could be seen clearly. They did not even bother to hide, and just like that, openly entered Nine and Three Quarters Station.
Compared to last year, the station was almost half as crowded. The curtain of rain was like a veil, and behind it lay an empty darkness. The students who passed by him were so focused on their own things that they did not look like real people, but just silent shadows.
At first, Hoffa thought that he had come too early, but when he came to the carriage and sat down, Miranda said, "The number of students in Hogwarts this year has decreased by half. After last year's incident, many parents have stopped sending their children to school."
Hoffa: "Is it safer outside than Hogwarts?"
"Many wizards have emigrated to America. What do you think?"
Miranda looked out the window again. "I suddenly feel that Aglaia won't come this year."
"What?" Hoffa was shocked.
"Do you think her family would take such a risk to send their heir to Hogwarts? I don't think so. I even suspect that she has been sent to America. Otherwise, my owls would have been able to find her. "
Hoffa did not speak, but he thought of a brief conversation he had with her mother. Did she really believe him and send her stubborn and willful daughter to America?
"Do you miss her?" Miranda asked.
"No."
Hoffa denied. "I feel that I'm quite relaxed without her."
"Really?"
Miranda asked.
Hoffa did not speak. He felt that his words were half true and half false.
"Separation during wartime is too common," Miranda said calmly. "If she really goes somewhere else, I'm quite happy for her."
"Then you're celebrating too early."
A cold voice came from outside the door.
Hoffa sighed slightly. Miranda raised her eyebrows and turned around. She saw two girls standing at the door of the carriage.
One had silver hair and wore a checkered dress with dark caltrops.
The other had long blonde hair and looked like a senior girl. She wore a Hogwarts uniform with a silver Sparkle symbol on the collar. She was a provost of Ravenclaw Academy.
Miranda stood up. "Aglaia."
"What, I haven't left yet, and you want me to go?" Aglaia looked unfriendly.
"Don't tell me your family doesn't want to." Miranda spread her hands.
"They do, but you're not allowed to." Aglaia said firmly.
"Okay, I'm guilty, hehe."
Miranda raised her hands in surrender. Then she hugged Aglaia and pulled Aglaia to her side with a smile. She pointed to the senior blonde girl next to her and asked, "This is?"
Aglaia enjoyed the hug. She looked at Miranda with a different expression. Not only was she not angry, but she suppressed her excitement and said in a low voice, "My cousin. Sherlock Bohan. "
"I see."
Miranda nodded at her. "Hello, Provost Bohan."
The tall girl also nodded at Miranda, but her eyes stayed on Hoffa who was by the window.
Hoffa sat in his seat and did not move. The moment he saw Aglaia appear, he felt inexplicably awkward. Last time, she was slapped hard by her mother in front of him, and he was misunderstood by her mother. This made him unable to treat this friend with the same attitude as before.
But after all, they hadn't seen each other for a month, so he still said two words. "Hey, Aglaia."
"Hey, Hoffa."
Aglaia hesitated for a moment and greeted him. She even reached out to pat Hoffa on the shoulder. But when she saw the other party's forced smile, Aglaia felt the awkwardness in the air. She withdrew her hand in embarrassment.
Miranda narrowed her eyes and looked between Hoffa and Aglaia. Then her gaze fell on the senior who was standing and suddenly understood something.
She took a step forward and blocked the senior's gaze. "Senior, is there anything else?"
The senior girl shook her head and smiled. "Nothing, I sent Aglaia here. Is it convenient for me to sit here?"
Miranda was stunned, but she was too embarrassed to say no directly, so she moved aside. "Of course."
The senior Ravenclaw senior walked to Aglaia and sat down.
Hoffa glanced at Miranda, but Miranda had already taken out a book from her backpack, "Thus Spoke Zarathustra." She covered her expression and began to read with her legs crossed. She had an expression that said, "What does your life have to do with me?"
The normal three friends had become four. The atmosphere was already a little awkward, and now with the addition of the female senior, the atmosphere was even more strange.
The female senior asked curiously, "Are you the boy who cast the shield spell last year?"
Hoffa glanced at her. She had a few freckles on her face, but she was still pretty. She had a high nose and big eyes. Although she wasn't as exaggerated as Aglaia, she was still a beauty.
But for some reason, Hoffa didn't want others to add a shield spell in front of his name whenever he was mentioned. Besides, everyone in the school knew about it, so there was no point in mentioning it again.
"That's me," Hoffa said dryly.
"That's amazing. I heard that your hair used to be black."
"Yes."
"Were you born with this eye?"
"Yes."
"That's amazing."
"Yes."
Miranda, who was looking at Nietzsche, seemed to have found something interesting. She laughed, shook her head, and turned another page.
"No wonder Aglaia always talks about you," the female senior said. "My father often talks about you too. Do you know my father?"
Hoffa glanced at Aglaia. Her fingers were intertwined, and the veins on them could be seen. But this time, she, who always spoke her mind, kept it to herself. God knows what she had experienced in the past month.
He couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't want to know why this fifth-grade girl who had investigated him so deeply was here.
He stood up. "Excuse me, I need to pee. I need to go to the toilet."
With that, he opened the door and walked out of the carriage.
.....
.....
The storm was at its peak, and its intensity was probably at its maximum. The sky outside was covered with dark clouds, and there was no light at all.
Looking at the unusually crazy storm outside, Huo Fa began to feel inexplicably irritated and tired. The adventures and fears during this period of time had overdrawn his spirit, and some subtle thoughts unconsciously crept into his mind.
For a moment, he really hoped that Aglaia would go to America. She always brought him some unimaginable negative problems.
Internship, adventures, and now this strange female senior of Ravenclaw … If she could go to America, would he never have to see her again? Would he be able to live a more peaceful life?
After staying with her for so long, talking to Miranda felt like giving him a massage.
He looked at the storm outside the window, pressed his forehead against the window, and closed his eyes, trying to calm his irritated thoughts with the low temperature.
It would be great if she could be alone.
He thought to himself that he would not be disturbed by these inexplicable interpersonal relationships. These meaningless interactions and emotions made life complicated, made his thoughts jumbled, and finally made him lose himself …
As he thought about it, some fragmented images flashed into his mind. He did not know why, but he thought of the argument he had with Aglaia at Hagrid's house.
Hoffa opened his eyes, and there was a trace of tiredness and obscurity in his eyes. He did not want to go back to that carriage, and wanted to walk around alone.
He began to walk along the long corridor of the train. The people chatting and laughing in the carriage saw the man walking by outside the window. Some people were excited, and some even stuck their heads out to greet him.
Hoffa's response was a bit forced. After laughing, he immediately returned to his expressionless state, like a puppet wearing a mask. The feeling of wanting to be alone grew stronger and stronger.
Finally, he found an empty carriage. It was wrong to say it was empty, because there was a smoking teenager standing outside the carriage. He wore a casual plaid shirt, and was as thin as a drug addict. He had silver hair similar to Aglaia's, and his appearance had a decadent beauty.
He crossed his arms and stood alone at the door of the empty carriage, looking at the pouring rain outside the train in a daze.
The moment the two passed each other, he glanced at Hoffa, but did not greet him.
Hoffa walked into the empty carriage, sat in the corner, and also looked out the window.
The rain was still pouring, and the distant Scottish mountains and wheat fields were like a gray impressionist painting, blurry and hazy, and nothing could be seen clearly.
All the low and undetectable whispers sounded in his ears. The feeling of being restrained had weakened, and he finally felt a bit more comfortable. Like a thirsty blue whale swimming into the dark sea, his mind and spirit became more sensitive.
The more sensitive he was, the more tired he was.
The more tired he was, the more he wanted to rest.
It was as if he had gone through a long adventure, countless opponents, countless troubles, countless obstacles, countless work, and countless failures to reach this point.
A voice in his mind began to remind him.
Rest.
Rest for 15 minutes, Hoffa.
Hoffa glanced at the long recliner beside him, and could not help but lie down on it.
The wooden recliner seemed to have suddenly turned into cotton candy.
As soon as he lay down on it, it sank.
One meter sunk.
Two meters sunk.
Three meters sunk.
Ten meters.
Twenty meters.
Thirty meters.
One hundred meters.
Two hundred meters.
.....
The diving blue whale passed through the deep ocean, and in the countless bubbles, he fell endlessly like a free fall.
Gravity accelerated.
It made him go faster and faster.
He was as fast as a meteor that was about to hit the earth.
He fell into the depths of the earth.
Through the darkness of the earth's core.
In the darkness, a pair of huge golden eyes looked at him.
He glanced at the eyes, and did not miss them too much.
He continued to fall.
He came to an unknown space.
There were gorgeous and changeable colors here.
Red, yellow, blue, purple, they were softly combined together. Colorful and beautiful.
And everything he wanted.
The food of the future, McDonald's, KFC, pizza … There were also earphones, cell phones, music, television … On those cell phones, on the television, there were strange but familiar faces …
Their lips opened and closed, saying strange words.
We, unprecedented.
We, are all things.
We, are one.
.....
He glanced at those faces, and continued to fall …
Passing through cells, molecules, atoms, nuclei, protons, quarks … He continued to fall, faster and faster, as fast as the speed of light …
He saw the land of nothingness.
He saw a boundless world with only one recliner.
That recliner was the one he was lying on.
That's right, he was going to lie on it.
Even if he had to abandon everything behind him.
Even if he had to abandon all reality and emotions, he was going to lie on it.
Closer and closer.
Closer and closer.
Closer and closer.
.....
.....
Smack!!
A pair of big hands grabbed Hoffa's arm.
They pulled him up from the position of one centimeter away from the recliner.
It pulled him through layers upon layers of space.
They dragged him back to the real world.
Hoffa's spirit trembled, as if he had fallen off the edge of the bed when he was asleep. He woke up abruptly, and sweat poured down his body like rain.
He saw the person who pulled him up. It was the skinny young man smoking at the door. He looked at Hoffa coldly.
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