Bang!
Miranda closed the door to her room. Then, she closed the window again, cutting off the laughter and music downstairs. Immediately, they fell out of the joyous atmosphere and into a quiet and unknown world.
"What's wrong?"
Hoffa asked with a smile on his face. But he was a little nervous. From the beginning of the meal to the dance, this girl had a sad expression on her face. He could not figure out what was going on.
"Did you have fun?"
"Why not? Are you not happy?"
Hoffa sat on Miranda's bed and looked at the green veins under her neck. Suddenly, he felt thirsty from the dance. "Get me a glass of water."
Miranda was expressionless. She took out a glass and tapped it with her magic wand. The glass was filled with water. She handed it to Hoffa and leaned on the table with her arms crossed. She looked gloomy.
Hoffa took a sip of water and stared at Miranda. The lights were off in the bedroom and the atmosphere was a little strange.
"Can I talk to you alone?"
After thinking for a while, Miranda took a deep breath.
"Say it. You pulled me into the room."
"I don't recognize you anymore."
"Huh?"
"I remember that you used to run away from people in Hogwarts. You were even more introverted than me. But now, you can talk about anything and dance. You're really open. " Miranda spoke slowly at first, but the more she spoke, the more she became talkative. She walked around the room and complained, "Are you Ravenclaw or Gryffindor? What did you go through in the past year and a half? Why did you change so much? Why do I feel more and more unfamiliar with you? "
"This is your house. Why would I embarrass you with a straight face?" Hoffa took a sip of water. "Actually, I'm dancing for you. You don't even talk to the guests at home …"
Miranda became agitated. "I don't care about ignoring them, nor do I want to please them. I just feel that … "
"Feel what?"
"You don't need me anymore."
Miranda said, "I think you're happier with them than with me. I don't think our friendship will last long. I even think that tonight will be the last time I see you."
The smile on Hoffa's face slowly disappeared. He put the cup back on the table, pulled out his bow tie, untied it, and threw it on Miranda's bed. Then, he pulled the collar of his annoying suit and sat on her bed, rubbing his head.
"What's wrong with you?" Miranda asked.
"Merlin Beard, why do you have such thoughts?"
"I think you are such a person. Otherwise, why don't you see me during the day and only talk to me when you come back at night?"
"You, you …"
Hoffa felt helpless and did not know how to explain. He could only spread out his hands and sighed. "Happiness and feelings are two different things, Miranda. I think you hate Adebayor, but he is still your grandfather. Also, when we were in our first year, you almost killed me. How can that be called happy? But didn't we still become friends?
So, feelings are irreplaceable. Although I had a lot of fun with them, it was just a show. It was all fake. "
Miranda raised her eyebrows, and her depressed expression disappeared. She rolled her eyes at Hoffa, put down her arms, and pulled up a chair to sit in front of him. "It's really like that."
"I lied to you? “
"Then what were you thinking? Why did you agree to my grandfather?"
"I couldn't not give face to Professor Ghoshak. Your grandfather is a socialite, a mainstay," Hoffa said lightly.
"So it was just a stopgap measure. You fooled them, and tomorrow you'll go your own way?"
Hoffa nodded. "Probably."
Miranda's hands tightened on the back of the chair, and her face was a little pale. "Actually … I've been very happy these days, and I think you're happy too. So, can't you stay in England? Even if it's just … consider Adebayor's suggestion."
Hoffa looked at the moon outside the window, paused for a few seconds, and shook his head. "It's very late, Miranda. If there's anything, we can write in the future."
"Liar."
Miranda's smile disappeared immediately. "Just now you said that you have feelings, and now you don't want to tell me the truth. I'm warning you, Bach, if you treat me like a fool, then you're an even stupider bastard than me. "
Hoffa was helpless. "Miranda."
"Yes."
She nodded seriously. That serious look made Hoffa a little confused. He suddenly did not know what to say.
"I'm listening."
Miranda reminded him.
"Miranda, I'm a very dangerous person."
Hoffa thought for a long time before he found the right words. He said slowly, "Those people, they left a deeper mark on me than you think."
"And then?"
Miranda asked.
Hoffa was stumped again.
"What are you thinking? Can't you talk to me honestly?"
"Are the Hogwarts safe this year?"
"You're right. We've reorganized the school and revised the school rules. And set up new defense measures. It's very safe. "
"See, as long as I'm not there, the Hogwarts will be fine," Hoffa said.
Miranda smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth under the moonlight. As she smiled, her face turned cold.
"You mean those weirdos are after you, and as long as you stay away from us, we won't be threatened, right?"
"Something like that."
Hoffa muttered.
"You're really narcissistic."
Miranda mocked.
"Am I not?"
"At least I'm not. You were the one who came to me in the first year."
Miranda let out a long sigh. In the darkness, she reached out and adjusted Hoffa's collar. "I know you can't learn anything in the Hogwarts, and I know your hatred for Grindelwald. But you … But you … Sigh, I can help you, Hoffa. A lot of people will help you. "
"The last person who helped me is no longer here, Miranda."
Hoffa said stiffly.
"Just because you were bitten by a snake, you won't use a rope for the rest of your life? The Hoffa Bach I know isn't so weak. Listen, I love Aglaia very much, but I also love you very much. Hoffa, don't run away from us anymore. "
"I'm not running away, not at all."
"Then come back. You have the right to choose, don't you?"
Hoffa shook his head slowly. "Not now."
"Then when can you?"
"Wait for her to come back."
"Who?" Miranda asked. "Who's coming back?"
"Aglaia."
Hoffa turned his head away.
Miranda's expression became a little obscure, and she didn't say anything for a long time. She stood up and walked around the room for a long time, rubbing her hair and tapping the table. Finally, she rubbed her face and faced Hoffa.
"What do you want me to say to you? How can a wizard as smart as you not understand? Her death wasn't your fault. It was Grindelwald's plot to destroy your spirit. You shouldn't let him succeed. What you should do is face reality and stop dreaming."
"I know," Hoffa said anxiously. "But do you know that girl?"
"Who?"
"The one I brought back from France."
"Oh, I know, Lemour."
Miranda's tone was a little sharp. "What, what's your relationship with her?"
"That's not important. But do you know her ability?"
Hoffa looked around and whispered a few words into Miranda's ear like a thief.
Miranda's expression suddenly changed.
"Impossible. No one can travel through time."
"I saw it with my own eyes."
Hoffa stood up and breathed heavily. "Without a doubt, she brought me back to three days ago in France. I saw two of myself."
"Do you know the difference between three days and a year? Hoffa. " Miranda also stood up and looked very worried. "Since ancient times, wizards who dared to play with time didn't have a good ending. Listen, if that woman really has such an ability, the only thing waiting for her is death. You have to stay away from her!"
"Miranda! I'm not lying to you! " Helplessness turned into excitement. He pressed Miranda's shoulder. "Have you ever thought, even if there's only a slight possibility?"
Miranda tilted her head and looked at the picture on the table. She clenched her fists and did not move. After a while, she said with a hoarse voice.
"What's the price?"
"Price?" Hoffa was slightly stunned. His face was pale. He stammered, "Wh … What … price?"
"This kind of power that's close to the gods fell on a mortal without a price. I don't believe it."
Hoffa shuddered and said with difficulty, "Mana Rampage."
"Mana Rampage? How old is she?"
"Sixteen, about the same as us."
"Mana Rampage at sixteen? What does that mean? Apart from Momoran, I can hardly find anyone who can go Mana Rampage at sixteen. None of the Momorans can live to adulthood. The last guy who went Mana Rampage was called Christen Byerben. At that time, Grindelwald controlled everything in New York. He was the oldest of all the Momorans, and he didn't live long. "
"Miranda, she's a nun. I know her. She's very kind, not a monster."
"Then have you ever thought, if she's really harmless, why did Nicholas send her to France? Why did he let her come into contact with theology? This power belongs to the gods, or even the devils, but it definitely doesn't belong to humans. "
Hoffa didn't know how to respond. Miranda was Ravenclaw. She had to be smart, and she didn't lack wisdom at all. But the wiser she was, the harder it was for him to accept what she said, because he couldn't find a reason to refute.
Miranda continued, "Even if you really went back to the past and changed Aglaia's fate, so what? Your past became your future. You've just created a new parallel world. But this world, our world, nothing has changed. The only change is that we've completely lost you! Is that worth it? "
"Is it not worth it?"
Hoffa was a little irritated. He didn't want to think about Miranda's words. He instinctively didn't want to hear it. "I've heard these words too many times. Don't reason with me. I've changed."
"What's the price?" Miranda asked again.
Hoffa covered his hair and turned his back to Miranda. The urge to leave London, to leave England, grew stronger, almost unstoppable. He rushed to Miranda's door and grabbed the door handle. His hand trembled like Parkinson's.
"When we were in first grade, you told me to live in the present. But now, look at you. You're already living in the past."
The voice behind him changed from worry and anxiety to a touch of sarcasm. Hoffa slowly turned around. Miranda had taken off her glasses, and she had become a completely different person, a pale and blurry monster.
"You really know how to make my sister sad, Bach."
He admired his fingers under the moonlight. "Is the line between love and non-love so clear? Or do you no longer trust your intuition?"
Mille's voice was cold and harsh, completely different from Miranda's. Hoffa looked at the door handle in his hand and said numbly, "Say whatever you want, but it's too late. Lemour has been taken away by the Ministry of Magic. And the person who asked me to send her here was Fatir. Fatir will definitely use her ability to resurrect her daughter. That's for sure. "
"Oh, and the price?"
Mille asked again.
"Don't talk to me about the price!"
Hoffa finally couldn't take it anymore. He turned his head and looked at Mille like he was in a wanted poster. "I don't care!"
"If you really don't care, you won't want to leave so much."
Mille put down his hands and put them behind his back. "In the end, you actually know the price, but you love her too much to think about it. You'd rather hypnotize yourself and pretend that you don't know anything. You push the innocent girl into the fire pit and let others fulfill your wish. "
Boom!
Mille's cold voice hit Hoffa like a thunderbolt. He shivered, and the happiness of the past few days completely disappeared in this second. It was as if he had been pushed out of a warm bed and into a bathtub full of ice.
At that moment, he saw Manse's face in a trance. He saw his face that was neither male nor female, neither human nor ghost appear in front of him. You must be doing this for yourself, Bach. Some unspeakable purpose.
He let go of his hands and sat back on the bed. Cold sweat almost soaked his back.
Mille's blurry face magnified in front of him until it was close to his ear. "Bach, I have to remind you, whether Fatir Dracath is thinking the same thing as you, that girl with the surname Lemay is probably dead. Adebe told me something. In the past year, the people from the Ministry of Magic's Department of Occult Affairs have occupied almost all the resources of the Ministry of Magic. I don't know what they are busy with.
But every few days, there are corpses being carried out from that place, covered with white cloth. Those corpses have had their souls, lives, and magic extracted. There is nothing left. If it wasn't for the fact that England couldn't accept civil war because of the war, Wesenkamp would have intervened long ago. "
Looking at Mille's blurry face, Hoffa shuddered and pushed him away. "No, that's impossible. Her grandfather is Nicole Lemay. I heard that he is the director of the Department of Occult Affairs. How could he harm his own granddaughter?"
"The last guy who lived for hundreds of years had already turned his entire family into puppets. Have you forgotten about that?"
A cold wind blew in from the window. Hoffa thought of Silby, Manse, the blood transfusion vessels hanging on his body, the blood flowing, and his own nightmare.
As if to completely destroy his thoughts, the sound of a discussion came from Adebe's study next to Miranda's room. The voice was very soft, but in the night, it was unusually clear in Hoffa's ears.
"The financial deficit is more than five million Garen. Is this true?"
"His secretary told me personally. We can't wait any longer. He has completely deviated from his campaign slogan. I even think that those words are nonsense."
"We have to wait, Ghoshak. You can't just impeach the director without evidence. "
"Then what are you going to do? For his illusory plan, are you going to drag down the entire English Ministry of Magic?"
"Let's wait for him to finish what he wants to do. It won't take long."
"How do I know how long it will take? More and more people are dying. Israel, we have to act quickly and stop our losses."
"Let's look at Nicole Lemay. Once something happens to that little girl, he will definitely make things difficult for us. When that happens, we will act. No matter how discreet Fatir is, he won't be able to escape Wesenkamp's punishment."
Hoffa could no longer listen to the rest of the conversation. He was completely awake. His beautiful dream had turned into bubbles, and reality had revealed its ferocious fangs.
If Fatir wanted to revive his daughter, he would definitely need that mysterious bloodline power. He would definitely extract Chloe's blood, just like Manse.
One and a half years …
Chloe once said that her power could only bring someone back to a week ago. If he wanted to return to a year and a half ago, what kind of price would he have to pay?
Hoffa's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He looked at his hands like a top student looking at his college entrance exam score of 420 points. His mind was blank.
"What have I done …?"
"If you can't do it yourself, then what's the point of what you said to me?" Mille finished speaking and put on her glasses. Her blurry face became clear again.
Hoffa stood up shakily from the bed. "Where is the Ministry of Magic?"
"What do you want to do?"
"I have to at least ask Fatir what he wants to do." Hoffa clenched his fist. "Tell me, Miranda, where is the Ministry of Magic?"
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