"You're not leaving?" Hoffa looked at her again.
"No rush," Delfina said lazily.
Delfina said lazily. She turned her finger and a letter appeared between her fingers. "Norber asked me to give this letter to you."
She threw the letter at Hoffa, and Hoffa caught it with his fingers.
"Oh, and as a reward, we asked him to transport alchemy equipment for the Ministry of Magic. If you want to do arms business in the future, you don't have to be sneaky. Of course, that's only limited to the territory of the Allies. "
"That's great."
Hoffa said indifferently. He took the letter and didn't rush to open it. Instead, he asked, "When I was in France, you disappeared in the time it took me to go to the bathroom. Then the German army came to find me. Tell me, was that a coincidence?"
"Coincidence, there's no such thing as a coincidence. Everything is arranged by fate." Delfina put her hand on her waist, looking very dignified.
"Yeah, then why didn't you bring her back yourself? I think you're much faster than me," Hoffa asked with squinted eyes.
"She's a woman. To be honest, I don't want to talk to someone of the same gender. Would you want to be alone with a man for half a year? "
She smiled and raised Hoffa's chin with her slender fingers. "Of course, if possible, I want to have a thrilling adventure with a handsome guy like you."
Slap!
Hoffa slapped her hand away and looked at her with an unfriendly gaze.
However, Delfina wasn't angry. She blew him a kiss, then smiled and tapped her feet on the ground. She then spun elegantly and disappeared with Phantom Shift.
Seeing the bald woman disappear, he didn't know why, but he felt that this woman wasn't easy to deal with. But he was determined to leave, so he didn't think too much about it. Instead, he turned his gaze to the letter in his hand.
He opened the letter. It was a mess of handwriting.
[The Ministry of Magic has given me the authority to smuggle firearms. I think we are going to be rich. Now, the most scarce place in the world is in the Far East. I will go to the Soviet Union first. After you send the girl off, you can come to Moscow to find me. Norb Hagrid]
"Do something big …"
After reading the letter, Hoffa couldn't help but grin. He heaved a sigh of relief. Norber was in the Soviet Union. Although this place was far and cold, it was still a good place to go. Fortunately, he had not become a headless fly.
Putting away the letter, he hurried to the docks in London without stopping. He didn't know why, but he didn't want to stay in England for even a minute. He was like a criminal who wanted to escape from the scene of a crime.
Most of the pedestrians on the road were wearing winter robes, but Hoffa was still wearing a summer shirt. The journey that would have taken him less than a day had taken him nearly half a year. There were many twists and turns along the way, and the time spent far exceeded his expectations. He didn't even have time to change his clothes.
When it was almost midnight, he arrived at the docks. The ticket office was already closed, but he still asked the night shift about the time of the ferry from London to the Soviet Union's Moorland Manse. There would be a cargo ship the next morning, and he only needed to wait for one night.
Hoffa looked at the time and decided to wait until the day was over before he set off on his journey again. He found a broken chair in the square of the docks and planned to meditate to pass the time.
The square was full of homeless people wrapped in newspapers, and there were piles of wine bottles under almost every chair.
As soon as he entered meditation, the content of the nightmare came back to him again. The content became very clear when he was alone. He suddenly felt very irritated and couldn't meditate at all. Coincidentally, there was an adult magazine on the chair next to him that had been thrown down by some homeless person.
He picked up the magazine and flipped through it. The content of the magazine was similar to the playboy magazines in the future. It was all photos of third-rate actresses, but instead of color, it was in black and white.
The only color on the magazine was a kind of yellow-brown stain that was sprayed on almost every page. God knows what this poor magazine had gone through.
"F * ck that ice cream …"
Hoffa muttered as he aimlessly flipped through the magazine, as if this was the only way to make him forget the content of the nightmare.
He was flipping through the magazine.
Suddenly.
A white finger pulled the cover of the magazine and slowly pulled it up. At the same time, a slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Hey, Hoffa, long time no see."
Hoffa was leaning on the chair reading the magazine with his head facing up, and the guy who suddenly came to greet him was standing behind the chair, looking down at him.
So in Hoffa's perspective, the guy's face was upside down, but even so, he still recognized her at a glance.
That chestnut-colored shoulder-length hair, that round rimless glasses, and that pointed chin. The moment he recognized her, he bounced up from the chair as if he had been electrocuted and stepped back a few steps.
"Mi … Miranda …"
He looked at the person who came with surprise and joy. First, he straightened his collar to see if it was messy, then touched his hair, trying to press down the places that were blown by the night wind, so that he didn't look too haggard.
"You, why are you here!?"
He stuttered in surprise. He didn't expect to meet her in a place like this. She was one of his best friends, and also one of his most dangerous opponents.
Compared to a year ago, her appearance had changed a lot. First of all, she was a lot taller, about 1.65 meters, completely different from the little radish head she used to be.
She was wearing a cool black motorcycle jacket with studs, a pair of black shorts, and a pair of high-top Martin boots under her white long legs. Her face was also painted with a very ethereal world-weary makeup, obsidian earrings, and sharp eyebrows. But Hoffa, who had seen the outside world, could still see at a glance that the makeup was actually not very good. The technique was very rough, and the color of the lips was too dark.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking?"
Miranda narrowed her eyes and said, "This is England. Is there a problem with me appearing in London?"
"Isn't this the time for school?"
"Yes, isn't this the time for school?"
Miranda asked back. She picked up the magazine in her hand, glanced at it, and shook it in front of Hoffa's eyes. She sneered, "You've changed a lot. Have you matured?"
"Damn!"
Hoffa's face was so red that it almost dripped blood. He thought to himself that it was really Murphy's Law. He had lived for four or five years, but he didn't have time to do it. Just when he wanted to cultivate his temperament, he was caught red-handed by his best friend.
He held his forehead with one hand, waved his hand with the other, and changed the topic, "Come on, how did you know where I was?"
"I was passing by."
Miranda casually threw the lousy magazine in her hand aside, crossed her arms, and said, "I was drinking with a friend in a bar, and then I saw you on the way."
"Yes, you even learned how to put on makeup."
Hoffa's eyes were smiling, and he couldn't help but complain about her appearance.
Although they hadn't seen each other for more than a year, the sense of familiarity could never be erased. He still remembered this girl's literary style when she was in first grade, reading on the train.
Miranda raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms, and said, "Yes, do I look good?" Then she pursed her lips in disgust, "What about you? You can't make a living from mining in Africa, so you came back to collect bottles?"
Hoffa couldn't help but laugh out loud at her sharp tongue, and the awkwardness was swept away. He bent over and sat back on the chair, laughing so hard that his legs were arched. Indeed, his travel-worn appearance was not decent. The clothes he was wearing were the ones he changed into when he was hunting vampires in Bournemouth, and they were dirty and crotch.
A few homeless people wrapped in newspapers next door were awakened by his laughter, and they cursed.
"I can't help it. I can only collect junk to barely make a living." Hoffa slumped on the chair, and said in a muddle-headed posture.
Miranda burst out laughing, and with her world-weary makeup, it actually felt like an iceberg had melted. After laughing, she immediately put on a straight face, "Where do you plan to go?"
She asked with her hands in her pockets.
"The Soviet Union."
Hoffa said, "My friend has an alchemy workshop there, where I can sell firearms, live a good life, and reach the peak of my life."
Miranda smiled, but then sighed, took out two pieces of paper from the pocket of her black jacket, and handed them to Hoffa.
Hoffa took it and looked at it. It was a newspaper and a wanted poster.
The newspaper was a new daily newspaper, and the first thing he saw was a big headline in bold English, "Shocking! Black Wizard Grindelwald's Disciple Hoffa Bach Appears in England, Slaughtering Hundreds of Vampires!! "
Under the headline was a picture of him and Tom Riddle walking side by side in Yunduan Base, and he did not know when those people had secretly taken it.
The article under the picture reported in detail the vampire incident in Bournemouth, but did not mention the Manse, only that he had killed a large number of wizards and vampires in Germany.
He then took out the wanted poster and looked at it. In the picture, he had a gloomy expression, and his head was tilted as he looked behind, quite a bit like a bad guy. Hoffa did not have time to look at the long string of German words that introduced him, and he was frightened by the long string of zeros at the bottom.
"I thought you would have a good life outside, but I didn't expect you to be the same as before, so worrisome." Miranda sighed and said, "Germany has now issued a death warrant for you, and your head can be exchanged for more than half of Norway. I can guarantee that as long as you leave this pier now, what awaits you will be endless assassinations."
Hoffa calmly finished reading the newspaper and the wanted poster, and handed them back.
He was not able to capture the Manse alive, and even killed a piece of Tom Riddle's soul fragment, so he naturally did not have the face to report it to Slughorn. The news was leaked in the end, and it was also being cleaned up. Everything that the Manse did, regardless of whether it was good or bad, fell on his head, just as he had predicted.
Miranda rubbed the newspaper and the wanted poster, and the papers turned into ashes in the air. Then she sat beside Hoffa and said worriedly, "You can't go out, stay in England, it's still safe here."
"No."
Hoffa flatly but firmly rejected Miranda, "I've already bought my ticket for tomorrow's six o 'clock boat."
"Are you crazy?"
Miranda's eyes widened, and she looked a little agitated, "The secret forces of the Empire Wizard Association are spread all over the world, even if they wanted to assassinate the President of the United States, no one could stop them."
"If that's the case, what's the use of me staying in England, it has already happened," Hoffa said indifferently, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him.
"I can …"
Her agitated voice became stuttering, "Protect, protect you."
Hoffa smiled and gently flicked her head with his finger, "It's nice to meet you, Miranda, but you should go back, it's getting late."
The girl suddenly stood up, and her expression became a little angry, coupled with her world-weary makeup, she looked gloomy and scary, "I haven't seen you for a year and a half, and you haven't even written a letter, and now you want to chase me away?" Miranda sneered and squeezed out a few words from between her teeth, "I think I've found the wrong person."
Hoffa did not expect her to have such a big reaction, and was a little stunned. A few homeless people who had been woken up by the noise laughed loudly, "Yo, little girl, he doesn't want you, uncle wants you!"
"Come to daddy, daddy will love you very much!"
"Isn't it cold to wear such short pants in the middle of the night?"
"Hahahahaha …"
(Saliva)
Miranda's face was as sharp as a knife, and she grinned, revealing a row of snow-white teeth. She tilted her head and looked at the sweet-talking homeless people, and her finger reached for her glasses.
Hoffa's heart skipped a beat, thinking of her terrible dark side, so he pressed his palm forward and pressed Miranda's glasses back down. Then, he pulled her wrist and stomped on the ground.
The chair and the glass bottle under it turned into powder, and the filthy homeless people were smashed into pieces by the sudden explosion of the glass bottle. They all tore open the newspaper, got up, and patted their clothes while cursing. Some even picked up a beer bottle, wanting to cause trouble, but when they got into position, there was no one to be seen.
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