With another Mirage, Miranda put her hand on Hoffa's shoulder and appeared at the teleportation circle at the top of the mountain. She stepped into the teleportation circle, and the green fire engulfed her in the blink of an eye.
She brought the delirious Hoffa to the cold and damp underground of England. Water flowed from the pipe into the lake. She coldly grabbed Hoffa's waist and walked out of the teleportation circle.
The adepts who were in charge of recording the goods saw Miranda walking out of the flames with a half-dead fellow in her hand. They all stepped forward and asked at once, "Miranda, how's the matter being handled?"
"Miranda, what happened?"
"Miss Ghoshak, how much should the price be?"
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"Quiet!"
Miranda had just finished venting her anger, and her aura was still fierce. As soon as she spoke, everyone quieted down.
She then pushed her round-rimmed glasses and lifted Hoffa who was rubbing against her. "I've taken care of the sleepwalkers. The price of green cocoa will be raised by two levels. Also, transfer fifty people from the defense division to Peru and send two psychiatrists there. There might be some trouble there. "
"Yes!" The wizards who received the order began to work in an orderly manner.
After most of the people left, Miranda stopped a witch and took out a piece of parchment from her pocket. "Alice," she said, "report to Professor Dumbledore that I'm a little busy these days. I'll take a leave of absence. You'll be in charge of the market coordination for the time being."
The witch nodded and took the parchment. She then looked at Hoffa who was in Miranda's hand and pointed at him worriedly. "What happened to Bach? Did … did he drink too much?"
Miranda shook her head. "He was drugged by those crazy natives, but he won't die. Go do your own thing."
The witch heaved a sigh of relief and put the list in her pocket. Mirage disappeared.
After dealing with the work, Miranda rubbed her temples, and her expression softened. She grabbed Hoffa's hand and put it on her body. "Let's go. I'll take you home."
Hoffa was still deep in the illusion. He could still see the dancing girl and the swaying silver hair. He could barely hear the sound of water, the thick moisture, and the soft body beside him, but he did not know the specific location.
When he heard someone talking in his ear, he thought it was Aglaia and instinctively reached out to hug her and kiss her.
"Not here."
Miranda pushed Hoffa's face away and sighed helplessly.
She took Hoffa to a corner of the underground, a dark dormitory, and took him into the elevator. The elevator was flashing with blue magic light, and the energy was a bit low. In the light that was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, she half held Hoffa's waist. The whole world swayed with the elevator, blurred and rippled, and finally, bared its fangs and brandished its claws.
The elevator stopped from time to time, and a few witches who also lived here came in. They were surprised to see the young man beside Miranda, and then covered their mouths and winked at him.
Miranda was a bit angry at first, but she soon felt relieved. She even glared at them, then flipped her hair and smiled back at them.
Ding dong. The elevator arrived.
Miranda held Hoffa with one hand and took out the key with the other to open the door of her room.
The door frame hit the wind chimes, making pleasant tinkling sounds.
She pulled Hoffa into the room, took off her shoes, stepped barefoot on the smooth bluestone tiles, and happily closed the wooden door with her heel like a deer. After entering the door, she looked at the young man who was smirking and drooling in her arms, and couldn't help but show a proud smile. She snapped her fingers and lit up the fluorescent spell.
The gray room was not big, but it was very cozy. There was a bed, a sofa, a kitchen, and a bathroom.
This was her house, this was her room, and everything here belonged to her. Including the young man in her arms.
There was no extra movement.
Taking Hoffa with her, she led him to her bed, pushed him down, took off her spectacles, unbuttoned her coat, and impatiently took it off. But when she gently crawled to Huo Fa's side, her movements became very careful. She held his head and carefully looked at his face. Her eyes were like the lens of a camera, as if she wanted to copy his features down to the smallest detail.
Then, she carefully kissed Hoffa's cheek, the tip of his nose, and her earlobe, as if she was tasting a glass of wine that had been stored for many years.
Thanks to the efforts of the Peruvian wizards, they successfully "poisoned" one of the most powerful wizards in the world. At this moment, Hoffa completely lost the ability to distinguish, and the drug was in its strongest state. He immediately followed Miranda's movements and found her mouth. His movements were completely different from Miranda's gentle, very rough.
The two played a game under the illumination of the fluorescent spell for a while, and soon their clothes were scattered on the ground.
After a while, Miranda seemed to hear the guy's mouth still muttering something, but she couldn't hear it clearly.
Her lips slowly parted, and she held Hoffa's face.
Out of curiosity, Miranda put her ear next to his mouth, wanting to hear what he was muttering.
As a result, she listened carefully.
She heard another person's name.
Her heart beat violently, as if reminding her of something.
Her mood gradually changed from intoxication to pain.
Like a sharp, fast, and curved knife, it pierced her heart, and the pain went straight to the bone! The more passionate she was just now, the more sad she was now. Lust and impulse receded like the tide.
Miranda expressionlessly adjusted the camisole on her shoulders and sat up. Looking at the guy who was still smiling foolishly, she wanted to kill him this time.
Hoffa still wanted to continue kissing her.
She opened Hoffa's mouth.
Hoffa, who was unconscious, didn't know what happened at all, and still didn't give up.
Slap!
She slapped Hoffa's face hard.
He turned his head around, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and fell on the pillow.
"Bastard …"
She gritted her teeth and said.
After the slap, she regretted and was in pain. She didn't want to stay here anymore. She turned over and sat up from the bed without hesitation, and walked out without even wearing her shoes.
But just as she walked to the sliding door of the bedroom, there was a soft shout behind her.
"Miranda …?"
The girl held the door frame, her body trembling, and there was no color on her face.
"Miranda … is that you?" There was another question behind her.
She turned her head with red eyes, and saw that the boy on the bed had sat up. He rubbed his eyes. He said in a daze, "Where … where am I …"
It seemed that the slap had woken him up a lot.
He sat for a while, and then collapsed again. He felt around on the bed sheet, and stammered, "Do … do you have water, I … I want … to drink water …"
Seeing that the person was in such a sorry state, Miranda took a deep breath, wiped the corner of her eyes, and then sneered. At this moment, she made a decision.
She saw a tube of lipstick next to her door frame cabinet, so she picked it up and wiped her mouth. Then she turned around, leaned on the sliding door frame in a very seductive posture, and smiled charmingly, "You want to drink water?"
"Yes, I'm so thirsty …" Hoffa said in a daze, "I want to drink cold water."
"Beg me." Miranda's mouth curved into a sharp arc.
Hoffa mumbled, "A … a glass of water, is that a request …"
"Of course, this is my house, everything is mine." Miranda said matter-of-factly.
"Okay, I … beg … beg … you …"
After Hoffa's inarticulate begging, Miranda's smile disappeared. She picked up the glass, poured some water, and swayed her waist, and came to the bedside.
Hoffa reached out to take the glass.
But Miranda reached out to stop him.
She knelt on the bed with one knee, holding the glass sideways, and looked at Hoffa's confused eyes.
The two of them stayed in this position for a few seconds.
Miranda smiled, and suddenly, she grabbed Hoffa's hair, and without mercy, directly tilted his head. It was extremely painful, so painful that the dazed Hoffa grimaced, and his eyes were crooked.
"I want you to remember who I am, Hoffa Bach."
After saying that, Miranda raised her head to drink a mouthful of water, threw away the glass, and then sealed Hoffa's mouth with her mouth, and pressed him under her body.
In the darkness, the fluorescent spell was extinguished.
Uh …
Huh?
Hiss …
Ah …
Oh …
Hmm …
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...
That night, Hoffa had a very strange dream.
He dreamed that he had encountered a brown forest, and there was a narrow and deep path in the forest. He followed the path forward, and there were countless swamps on the road, and if he stepped on the wrong side, he would sink deep into it.
The journey was thrilling.
When he finally passed through the path, he found himself in a vast and endless grassland, the vastness and desolation of the grassland beyond the limits of human imagination.
Seeing the grassland, he only wanted to run, all the way forward.
So he turned into a horse, spread his hooves, and galloped quickly. The wild gallop brought him the joy of freedom, and it was an unimaginable soul tremble.
However, the ice-cold water droplets fell on his neck. It didn't match the situation.
He looked back in confusion, and even though horses couldn't turn their heads to look at their backs, he still tilted his neck 180 degrees. It turned out that there was a girl riding on his back. Hoffa wasn't sure who the girl was, but she could be Aglaia, or Miranda, or even the girl that the Peruvian Shaman sacrificed to him.
She rode on Hoffa's back and cried silently, and just like that, she kept crying, and crying, and her tears were like a kite with a short string.
Hoffa felt very uncomfortable, not only because she kept crying, but also because her weight was pressing down on him, making it impossible for him to run at full speed on the vast grassland.
So he knelt down and let the girl slide off his back. Her light back made him feel extremely light, and he raised his head and let out a wild cry.
His mane trembled, and his four hooves seemed to fly. He once again ran wildly on the boundless green grassland. This time, his speed was extremely fast, so fast that it was unimaginable. He only wanted to be a little faster, a little faster, a little faster … He also did not know why he was doing this, but this grassland was boundless, and it tempted him, shouting and running.
Finally, after a joyous sprint, Li Mu's eyes lit up.
He had to stop abruptly.
Because a clear river appeared in front of him.
The river was turbulent, and there were many sharp stones on the riverbed. He had to wade through the river to reach the other side of the grassland. If he waded through, his hooves might be seriously injured.
Not only that, there was an unknown green tree on the other side of the river, and it was the only tree on the grassland.
A gray-haired old man sat cross-legged under the tree, quietly observing the river with his head lowered. Seeing the wild horse on the other side of the river, he couldn't help but smile.
The grassland on the other side of the river was still endless, and Hoffa could only continue running after crossing the river. He yearned to reach the other side of the river like the old man. He yearned so much that he raised his hooves, intending to wade through the river.
There was a crazy cry behind him.
That was his name.
He turned around and saw that the girl on his back had caught up. She was stumbling, and her knees and feet were covered in blood. She was begging him not to go over.
Hoffa was extremely conflicted, and kept circling the river.
The old man on the other side of the river slowly stood up with his hands on his knees. He smiled and turned to leave, entering the depths of the grassland on the other side of the river, and disappeared without a trace.
Hoffa was hit by a strong sense of unwillingness. He stepped on the river, and the sharp stones immediately caused him a piercing pain. He shouted.
He sat up from the bed, covered in cold sweat.
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...
The room was empty and very quiet.
Only the ticking of the clock could be heard. It was the owl clock hanging on the wall.
Some dim yellow light shone in from outside the window. It was the hyacinth lamp hanging outside the window. Someone was talking in the distance, but he couldn't hear clearly. He was lying on a small single bed with a simple armchair beside him. Outside the sliding door was a refrigerator and a sink. A pink note on the refrigerator indicated the gender of the owner.
Was this Miranda's house?
He woke up.
The dream was quickly forgotten.
The chaotic illusion disappeared, and Hoffa felt his mind was light and refreshed. It was as if he had never felt so refreshed since he was born. His mind was so relaxed that he could even memorize a thick Latin dictionary.
Why was it so refreshing?
Confused, Hoffa sat alone on the bed and gradually remembered what had happened. He accompanied Miranda to Peru to deal with some green cocoa price. In the end, he accidentally blew up a mountain with the Mind Flow Curse and was worshipped as a god by the local Peruvian shamans. In the end, they seemed to have burned some strange smoke for him. From that moment on, his consciousness was on the verge of shattering, and he could only remember some fragmented images.
The colorful crown, the jumping natives, the deafening drums, the tall pyramid, the ceremony on the pyramid, and … Miranda … the underground lake … the room … thirst … pain …
Suddenly, Miranda's face became clear. Hoffa remembered her grabbing his hair and saying fiercely, "I want you to remember who I am."
He touched the top of his head, and his face instantly turned pale.
"It's over … What did I do …?"
Hoffa mumbled and reached out to touch his thigh. It was sticky. He quickly lifted the blanket. There were some diluted dried blood stains on the bed sheet, and they were light pink. There were also some on his leg …
"Wah!"
He let out a cry of surprise and quickly covered himself with the blanket again. He looked around like a thief. There was no one in the room, and there were no other sounds.
His heart was thumping wildly, and he was repeating something incoherently. It was as if someone was hitting his head with a hammer, making him dizzy.
"No … No … No … No … No … No … No … No … No …"
After muttering to himself for a while, he finally recovered from the dizziness. Trembling, he stood up and began to rummage through the cabinets in search of Miranda. He looked under the bed and opened the cabinet, as if Miranda would hide inside and play hide-and-seek with him.
But there was no doubt that she was not there.
Until he suddenly opened the bathroom curtain, only the slightly dripping shower head in the bathroom showed that someone had indeed used it.
Seeing the dripping shower head, he felt that he should take a shower too. So he turned the switch to cold water and let the water pour over his head, hoping that it would calm him down.
However, looking at the faint red color on his body and the dozens of strawberries on the guy's chest in the mirror beside him, he could not calm down.
He wanted to know what it felt like, but it was like swallowing a ginseng fruit. He could not think clearly and could not find it.
He only remembered that he experienced a passion that he had never experienced before. It was a huge, surging, incomparable, indescribable, almost unimaginable passion between humans!
However, if he tried to recall the details, he could not remember anything. He had completely lost his memory of last night.
This depression made him want to bang his head against the white porcelain wall in front of him. He did not know what to do. He was afraid that he would have to pay for it if he broke the wall. He could only bury his face in his hands and slowly tear his hair. It was as if by doing so, he could pull his brain out of his head and throw it into the toilet to flush it away. That way, he would not have to think about anything.
He was supposed to defeat Silby and return to 50 years later. They were supposed to be friends … They were supposed to …
Why did this happen?
He had no clue.
After taking a cold shower, he began to look for his clothes again.
This time, he looked!
He had no idea just now. It turned out that there was a stack of clothes by his bed. It was neatly folded and placed there Zizi. There was also a blue bath towel on it.
Hoffa sat in front of the stack of clothes and stared blankly at the pile of clothes. His soul was about to leave his body.
After a long while, he lowered his trembling head, picked up the bath towel, and sniffed it.
There was a faint scent of violet flowers on it. The smell instantly pulled him back to the train in Hogwarts in 2007. He remembered that when he first met Miranda, she had helped him fold his clothes once.
Then, when he was in second grade, he met Miranda in Diagon Alley. She brought him to a hotel and he stayed the night there. That night, he also spent it in the faint scent of flowers and breathing.
There was also the cat that he hugged in his arms four years ago. On Christmas Eve two years ago … Some fragments of their past lives would appear vividly before his eyes, making him feel sad for a long time.
Following the scent, he moved his head to the pillow and buried his face deep into the ground. The scent there was like a hand, firmly grasping him. It was unbelievably real, reflecting his ordinary and despicable side.
Was this fate?
What should he do?
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