When Hoffa went out, Miranda was struggling with her tight black girdle. The girdle was lined with whalebone.
Although she said that Ghoshak was an abominable old-fashioned man, she still obediently changed into a black evening gown with a white tube top and a pointy Hanning hat on top of her short chestnut-colored hair. She looked like a little witch from the 19th century.
If this was the first time he saw Miranda, Hoffa would think that this outfit was not bad. It was very characteristic of a girl from a magic family. But if he asked himself, he still felt that the punk and tomboy style suited her better.
"You don't like it?" Hoffa frowned and asked.
"Can you try it on?"
Miranda asked unhappily.
"Do you mind if I change the material for you? It'll be looser."
"Huh?"
Hoffa pulled Miranda to his side and pressed her back. The tight linen girdle turned into soft silk under the effect of Transfiguration. The whalebone in the girdle also turned into a weightless sponge.
"It can be used like this?"
Miranda twisted her waist and looked at him happily.
"When the day comes, you'll be beaten back to your original form."
"Actually, I could still wear it when I was in the first grade, but now I can't even walk in it." She frowned and complained.
"You were better at pretending back then."
Hoffa said calmly.
The two went downstairs. The living room and dining room downstairs had expanded more than ten times under the effect of magic. Hoffa was not surprised. Even a warship could be stuffed into a bottle. Enlarging the living room was not a problem for a wizard of Ghoshak's level.
There were more than a dozen people sitting in the living room. There were a few old men and a dozen young people, both men and women. The old men sat on the sofa, while the young people stood behind the sofa obediently.
"Damn it, he actually brought that group of people here." Miranda looked at the people sitting in the living room and immediately frowned. She said in a low voice, "It's the people from Wesengamore."
Hoffa followed Miranda's gaze and was a little stunned.
He was very familiar with the faces of the old men who were sitting on the sofa in the living room with a burning fireplace. They were the leaders who led the team to search the city on the night when the Bournemouth vampires were wiped out.
He still remembered that they were wearing tattered white robes and had a cross-shaped chain on their backs. They looked very, very awesome.
But now, they weren't wearing those strange cultivation robes, and were dressed no differently from ordinary Muggles. He was wearing a bowler hat and a suit.
"Hoffa, Miranda, come here."
Adbey Ghoshak, who was sitting on the sofa, waved at them when he saw them coming down the stairs.
Thus, everyone in the living room turned to look at her. Hoffa pulled the reluctant Miranda up and stood in front of Adbey with a smile.
The old dean stood up and said solemnly, "Come, let me introduce you." He pointed at the tall old man in a bowler hat sitting in the middle and said, "This is Mr. Tara Israel, the CEO of Wissengammon. He's also a member of our Perseus Society."
Hoffa quickly stepped forward and reached out his hand. He saw an exquisite W on the old man's chest, which was the symbol of Wesengamore. He knew that there were many similar societies in the European underground, like the future Phoenix Society, or the Dumbledore Army created by Harry Potter. It wasn't just the United Kingdom, and it wasn't just the Wizards. There were also many Muggles. Most of them graduated from the same university and had some kind of bond between them. After entering society, they could take care of each other. Over time, they formed one community of interest after another.
"We meet again, Mr. Bach."
The old man sat on the sofa and shook Hoffa's hand casually.
"You've met before?"
Adbey was a little surprised.
"Yes, when I was in Bournemouth, he and Tom Liddell of the Gunter family handed over the mission to me. I remember very clearly that they were both young talents."
"Yes, I also have a deep impression of you."
Hoffa immediately returned the compliment with a face full of smiles. "I've heard a lot about you. I left in a hurry last time and didn't say hello to you. Please forgive me."
"I see."
Adbey understood.
The old man named Tara Israel released his hand with satisfaction and reached out to Miranda. "You really look like your mother, except for your eyes. Your eyes are very similar to Nimon's."
Hoffa secretly complained in his heart. Is this the only way Englishmen can compliment people? Obviously, Miranda was also a little embarrassed. She shook the old man's hand and smiled stiffly. "Thank you."
After shaking hands, Tara leaned back on the sofa and returned the right to speak to Adbey Ghoshak.
Adbey didn't hesitate at all. He put his arm around Hoffa and Miranda's shoulders and introduced all the old men sitting on the sofa to them one by one. Hoffa didn't hesitate either. As long as it was someone introduced by Adbey, he shook hands with them one by one. His attitude was very polite and his mouth was full of flattery. He said that he had heard a lot about everyone he met.
As for Miranda, when shaking hands with these old men, her shoulders were very tense and she spoke very little. When Adbey introduced someone, she only said hello.
After introducing Hoffa and Miranda to the group of old men, Adbey sat back on the chair and chatted with the old men. Most of the topics were hot topics and the cultivation of young people. It wasn't serious, but it definitely wasn't interesting either.
While they were chatting, Hoffa tactfully pulled Miranda behind Adbey. At this point, he roughly figured out how Miranda knew his location. It must be Adbey who told her. He had to admit that the older the ginger, the spicier it was. Presumably, if it was anyone other than Miranda who came to find him, he would probably be abroad by now.
Miranda noticed Hoffa's half-smile and turned her head away. She bit her lips and didn't want to look at him.
"Bach."
After chatting for about ten minutes without much substance, Adbey suddenly turned around and called him.
"I'm here."
Hoffa said.
"I have some things to say to these old friends later. How about you and Miranda host tonight's banquet?"
As soon as he said that, Miranda couldn't hold it in anymore and showed an angry look on her face. Hoffa immediately nodded. "No problem."
After that, Adebe and the other old men stood up and prepared to go upstairs. The young men behind the old men all let out a sigh of relief.
After everyone stood up, Hoffa pulled Adbey's sleeve. "Professor, can I talk to you first?" he asked in a low voice.
Adbey understood and said to the old men around him, "Go upstairs and wait for me in the study."
Then he told the young people around him to be casual tonight. Just treat it as your own home and don't be too restrained. "
After the crowd dispersed, he looked at Hoffa. "Go ahead."
"Professor, I'm leaving tomorrow." Hoffa said in a polite but firm tone, "I think Miranda should have told you."
"Where are you going?"
Professor Adbey was not angry.
"The Soviet Union."
"To find your alchemist friend?"
"Yes."
"To make money and continue your underground business?
"Something like that."
"Cough." Ghoshak coughed and shook his head. "Bach, with all due respect, the wizard society is not as simple as you think. Even if you can make a lot of gold coins, there are many things that can't be bought with money. You need connections, relationships, and experience. "
"I understand."
Hoffa said with a smile. His chest was starting to feel stuffy.
"These young people are all members of the Perseus Society. They are active in Wissengammon and are in charge of trials and arrests. If you can make friends with them, I'll be more assured when you go out in the future. "
Then, the old professor lowered his head and said in a low voice, "You have to have your own team and people to help you. Don't go out all the time. It's meaningless."
"I don't like being controlled, Professor. I don't want to control others either, "Hoffa said helplessly.
"You're about to graduate. If you're still in Hogwarts, what can you do after graduation? You'll be like Muggles, getting married, having children, and fighting for the longevity and glory of your family."
Ghoshak sighed. "You're my best student and a rare talent in the history of Ravenclaw. To be honest, with your current ability, I think it's a waste to be an Aura. Other than Wissengammon, there's no other place where you can use your ability to the fullest. "
Huo Fa didn't say anything. He felt that Adebe's words were reasonable, very reasonable. However, his chest became heavier and heavier.
Seeing that he did not say anything, Adbey changed his words. "I know you want to rebel against Grindelwald. We all know what you've done in the underground this year.
But then again, who doesn't want to kill him? He bewitched my son and forced Miranda's parents to their deaths. If you ask me, I want to kill him more than you do. But there are some things that can't be done by one person. "
As soon as Adbey mentioned Grindelwald, Hoffa immediately sobered up. He let out a long sigh. "Professor, you're right. But this isn't a trivial matter. Even if I want to join your club, I'll have to discuss it with my friend. I'll at least write him a letter to explain. Don't you think so?"
"Yes."
Adbey's expression softened. "It's good that you're obedient. I've always been worried that you'd have a deep prejudice against the English wizarding society after your falling out with Albus. "
"I didn't fall out with Professor Dumbledore. I respect him, just like I respect you," Hoffa said gently.
"That's good."
Adbey said, "Let me know the result after you've discussed it. Now, go talk to the young people. "
He patted Hoffa's shoulder and disappeared around the corner of the stairs. He left the large living room to Hoffa and a group of young people he had never met before.
He stood there and pondered for a moment. When Miranda pulled him, he turned around and saw Miranda looking at him with a guilty expression. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I really wanted to have a simple Christmas with you. I didn't expect Adbey to …"
"It's okay." Hoffa smiled. "It's good to have more people. Look, it's lively." He pushed Miranda's shoulder and grinned as he pushed her to the dining table.
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However, during dinner, Miranda looked gloomy and did not have the enthusiasm of a young hostess. She was not familiar with the guests at all, and Adbey had gone upstairs to have a private talk with the old men. So, she maintained a face that told people not to disturb her.
Hoffa, on the other hand, started from the moment he sat at the table. He did not stop talking. He passionately asked about the families, schools, and hobbies of the young people around him. After a few rounds of flattery, the young people relaxed a lot.
After they got to know each other a little better, Huo Fa began to brag nonstop. From giants to fire dragons, from Germany to Japan, from the past to the future, from Muggle technology to wizardry philosophy …
At first, the young people were quite restrained and reserved with him, and they also kept a considerable distance. But soon, after a few glasses of juice, they were mesmerized by Hoffa's bragging. Plus, he had a wanted poster on his head that could buy half of Norway. So, no matter what he said, the young people believed it and were amazed.
After dinner, a girl suggested a ballroom dance. Hoffa also agreed with a laugh.
They turned on Miranda's radio and record player in a very modern way and began to dance left and right in the living room.
At first, Hoffa's movements were very jerky. He frequently stepped on the feet of his dance partners, but it could not stop him from being energetic at night. In a few minutes, he had learned all the dance moves of everyone present, whether it was the waltz, tap dance, or Latin dance. At nine o 'clock in the evening, he was already dancing in the crowd with a few men and women at the same time.
The laughter spread far and wide. Even the little elf Pettie, who had been busy with housework, was pulled out by Hoffa and danced in the crowd.
The happy atmosphere continued. The young people of the Perseus Society who came to visit danced until their faces were red. Some of them were so hot that they even took off their clothes and panted. The laughter almost never stopped.
But there was only one person who was unhappy.
Miranda sat outside the crowd and looked at the gray-haired young man in the crowd. The more she looked, the more upset she felt. That guy did not reject anyone. No matter who invited him to dance, he would smile and agree.
It was as if he was the owner of the room.
Finally, at ten o 'clock in the evening.
When Hoffa finished a never-before-seen mechanical dance in front of the crowd, the applause and whistles in the living room did not stop. Miranda finally could not take it anymore.
Taking advantage of the tumultuous applause, she pulled Huo Fa out of the crowd. She pulled him to her room on the second floor.
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