After the meeting, Huo Fa, who was in a bad mood, wanted to talk to Miranda, hoping that he could change her mind. However, she had already anticipated his thoughts and left the office in advance. She was nowhere to be found, and no one knew where she had gone.
He was helpless.
Miranda didn't know how dangerous it was when he met Silby last time. At that time, Fatir, the head of the Ministry of Magic, died, and he was exiled 50 years later. He had been there more than 6,000 times and stayed there for 300,000 years.
If she had followed him to the underground of the Ministry of Magic last time, she would have been gone by now. The final battle was imminent. It was obvious that he had to face an even more dangerous battle. If he followed him now, how could Hoffa focus on dealing with Silby?
In order to find Miranda, he chanted the Mind Flow Spell in his heart.
This was an additional ability he had gained after using the Mind Flow Spell many times. With this ability, he could hear the voices of countless people in the world and know their location. As long as they believed in him.
However, the strange thing was that when he first started using the Flow Spell and knew nothing about the Flow Spell, he could hear Miranda's inner voice and feel her emotions.
But now, when he could use the spell skillfully, he couldn't hear Miranda's voice. He didn't know if she had closed her heart to him, or if her voice was drowned in the sea of information and could no longer be heard.
Hoffa stood at the door of Dumbledore's office gloomily. He only turned to look at Ossivia when she nudged him.
"You can't be distracted, Hoffa," Ossivia said softly. "You're a little out of it."
"I know." Hoffa looked ashamed. "I'll restrain myself."
"Walk with me." Ossivia pulled her hand out of her sleeve and gently pushed his back. "We haven't seen each other in a long time. “
Hoffa and Ossivia took a stroll around the underground lake. The two of them chatted occasionally, but most of them were just reminiscing about the past. As Hoffa had a lot on his mind, Ossivia's face was also full of worry. In the end, the two of them were unable to relax.
Finally, when they reached the lakeside, Ossivia stopped. Looking at the dark lake, he said, "Hoffa, no matter what you're thinking, it doesn't matter anymore. I have a feeling that that guy will bring great changes to the world. But now, the wizards and muggles can't take it anymore. We have to maintain stability. "
"I understand," Hoffa replied calmly.
"Do you really understand, Hoffa?" Ossivia's voice was gentle and hoarse. "To maintain stability, you have to be more stable than anyone else. You're not stable enough now."
Hoffa fell silent.
Ossivia was right. He was not stable enough. But how could he not be worried? The human emotions and desires were still entangled in him. How could he completely abandon them?
Ossivia looked at him with a serious expression. "Hoffa, tell me, do you have something on Silby?"
Hoffa frowned. "Why do you ask?"
Ossivia said, "His letter clearly means that he has you under his control. I'm afraid that he has something on you."
Hoffa thought carefully and said, "Only my wand is on him."
"Wand … Wand …"
Ossivia pondered for a moment and said, "I don't understand why he's so sure, but my suggestion is that you don't bring anything with you on this trip."
Hoffa looked at her in confusion.
She said, "When facing people like him, you have to become pure, pure and heartless."
Pure and heartless …
Hoffa hoped that he could become like Silby, a pure and heartless person who did not feel pain at all. But was that something he could do? Other than Silby, was there anyone else in the world who could do that?
However, Ossivia's words reminded him. That night, he found a very hidden place in the underground lake in London and buried Chloe's soul stone and the little monster's glass orb together. He hoped that after everything was settled, he would deal with Chloe's body.
.....
.....
Just as the letter said, the next day, Hoffa, Miranda, Dumbledore, and Ossivia formed a team of four and arrived at Seville on the Iberian Peninsula. This was the safe house of the surviving wizards in Spain.
From here, it took them a day to arrive at the small town, Toledo, which was indicated in the letter.
Just as Silby had written in the letter, there was a car waiting for them. There was a car waiting for Huo Fa. It was also a train.
At this moment, it was already dusk. The train was parked alone in the wilderness of Toledo, emitting white smoke. The only people accompanying it were the crows.
Hoffa and Dumbledore approached the train. Dumbledore held his wand in his hand and stared cautiously at the silent train. His blue eyes were full of hostility.
Ossivia looked at the sky, where faint smoke floated. She said, "We are gradually approaching his kingdom. It seems that he is ready."
Dumbledore said, "This is really uncomfortable."
Hoffa boarded the train first and stuck his head in. The carriage gave him a sense of familiarity. He suddenly remembered that this was the train that he and Osivia had taken to send Silby back to her hometown.
However, it was crowded last time, but this time, it was empty. The yellow rays of the setting sun shone through the window, painting the floor and seats with golden embellishments.
There was no one on the train. There were no waiters, no other passengers, and no stewards. It just stopped there and waited quietly.
There was no turning back. He took a deep breath and walked into the carriage. Ossivia, Dumbledore, and Miranda followed behind him with their wands.
They each held their own weapons and searched the carriage.
The carriage was divided into five sections. The first section was the dining room. The dining room was filled with a dazzling array of food. There were fresh fruits and steaming hot bread that had just been baked.
The second section was the bedroom. There were four soft beds for resting. It seemed that Silby even knew how many people would come.
The next section was the ordinary carriage. There were many seats inside.
The next section was the study. There were many, many books inside. Hoffa randomly flipped through a few books. They were all handwritten magic books and were extremely precious.
The last section was the front of the carriage. There was also no one in the front.
There was no one in the entire carriage.
Ossivia put away his wand and looked at Dumbledore. He asked in confusion, "What is he going to do?"
Creak …
It was accompanied by a screeching sound.
The train started moving. The three of them immediately raised their wands. Hoffa stepped to the side and blocked in front of Miranda.
Creak … Creak … Creak …
But it was only the sound of the wheels turning. There was no one at the wheel. The wheels of the train started to turn on their own. The dashboard in the front of the train also started to turn. The whole train spewed out thick smoke and started to move on its own.
"It seems that the Half-Human King already knows that we are coming."
Dumbledore looked outside the train and put away his wand. "What a god-like guy."
"Since we are here, let's take things as they come," Ossivia said. "No matter what happens, it will pass."
Hoffa did not say anything. He glanced at Miranda behind him. She also glanced at him, then turned her head and ignored him.
At night, the train ran through the wilderness and set off towards an unknown place.
Ossivia and Dumbledore had been whispering to each other. They were predicting what might happen and coming up with strategies to deal with it.
Hoffa lay in the bedroom of the train, tossing and turning. He had hoped that he could reach his best state through meditation to face Silby.
It was only on this night that he was unable to calm down.
After going through so many things, he had already seen through many things. He even felt that he was complete. But when the great unknown came, he could not help but think about the past, the future, Aglaia, and Miranda.
If he could defeat Silby, how would he deal with the relationship between the three of them? How would he face a new life?
After thinking for a long time, he still had no answer.
Finally, he turned over and sat up. He looked for Miranda in the carriage. He had to talk to her alone. Otherwise, he would not be at ease.
After passing through the private conversation between Ossivia and Dumbledore, Hoffa came to the restaurant of the train.
The sound of crunching came from the restaurant. Hoffa opened the door.
Miranda was lying on the sofa in the restaurant with her legs crossed. She was eating an apple, making crunching sounds. Not only did she have an apple, but she also had a pile of snacks beside her.
"How can you eat something from this kind of car?" Hoffa said. "This is Silby's car! Aren't you afraid that he poisoned it? "
Miranda was stunned. Then, she smiled and said, "You think too lowly of him. I don't think he's the kind of person who would use poison. "
"Yes, you think too highly of him."
Hoffa closed the door angrily.
Of course, he knew that Silby would not do something like poison. He just didn't want to eat Silby's food, and he didn't want Miranda to eat his food either.
When he got closer, he found that Miranda was not only eating, but also holding a few books from the library on the train. She was reading them with great interest. He saw the title of the book — "Slytherin's Thirteen Failed Loves."
"Why are you reading this kind of book?" Hoffa asked.
"This is the text left behind by the half-human king. It's quite fun to read." Miranda said without looking up. "It records many embarrassing things about the four founders. They are all things that have never been written in the history of Hogwarts."
Hoffa was speechless.
Miranda said, "Do you know, these were all written after he was cursed? It's so humorous. It doesn't seem like he was in pain at all. I think he's quite interesting. "
"Really? You think he's quite interesting?" Hoffa said with a sour tone.
"Isn't that so? If this kind of guy doesn't do evil, he would be a rare talent."
"You quite admire him," Hoffa said.
"Don't you?" Miranda asked.
Hoffa didn't say anything. He was a little uncomfortable. He kept reminding himself not to think about it and not to care. Defeat Silby and go back to 50 years in the future. However, the violet fragrance on Miranda's body went into his nostrils, making his heart beat faster. This was the second time they were alone together after that night.
"Miranda!" Hoffa's breathing was a little rapid. "Why are you here?"
Miranda glanced at him from behind the book, as if she had seen through him. She calmly flipped through the book and asked Hoffa, "After this, where do you plan to go? 50 years in the future?"
Her words were calm, but they were like a torture. Hoffa nodded with difficulty. "Yes."
"Then no matter what my answer is, it has nothing to do with you," Miranda said. "You can go out."
Hoffa felt his intestines were in a knot. He slowly stood up and walked to the door of the dining room. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He turned his head and suppressed his anger. "Do you know how dangerous Silby is? Why do you have to go against me and come to this dangerous place? "
I'm happy to. Miranda said calmly as she flipped through the book.
"I don't need your help, Miranda," Hoffa said.
Miranda looked up from behind the book in surprise. "I think I've already explained the reason why I came. I walked out of the safe house to defeat him, not to help you. Don't think too much."
"Okay, I won't think too much." Hoffa gritted his teeth and said, his voice suppressed to the limit. "Then what did you mean that night?"
Miranda raised her slender eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile. "Which night?"
"You already know the answer." Hoffa's face turned green.
"Oh, you mean that night."
Miranda put down the book and crossed her arms. "Nothing. I'm a normal woman. It's normal to have physiological needs. You happen to have needs too. As friends, we help each other. It's that simple. "
"That simple?" Hoffa said in disbelief. "Friends help each other?"
After that night, he often felt guilty that he was a scumbag. He didn't expect this guy to be more open-minded than him. Then, wasn't she a scumbag?
"How rare. You say it like you haven't done it before."
Miranda looked at him disdainfully and pushed her glasses. "Since you know that life and death are uncertain, it's good to have fun while you can."
She even walked down from the sofa and came to Hoffa. She raised his chin with her finger and said frivolously, "What's wrong? If you need help, we can draw the curtain and do it again now."
Hoffa's eyes were full of incomprehension and unfamiliarity.
"I don't want to."
Miranda put down her finger calmly. "Then forget it."
With that, she grabbed the door handle and was about to leave.
"Stop right there!" Hoffa grabbed her shoulder and forced her to turn around. He pressed her against the wall and said agitatedly, "I refuse to accept your indifferent attitude. What are you thinking? Why are you doing this to me?"
"None of your business!"
Miranda, who was pulled over by Hoffa, was abnormally tense. She shook her shoulder and shook off Hoffa's hand. She pursed her lips and for the first time, her expression changed. That change made her look unusually dangerous.
"Does it make a difference? What can you give me, Bach? You can't give me anything! "Her voice was trembling.
Hoffa: "I …"
"Does it matter to make a mistake? Is it difficult to satisfy my fantasy? "
"I …" Hoffa didn't know what to say for a moment. He hesitated, looked at her, and a thought rose in his mind.
Miranda waited for a moment, her eyes a little red.
"Don't you dare tell me to go 50 years in the future!" She breathed and said in Hoffa's ear, "I don't want your charity. I won't go anywhere. Once I'm done here, you can go wherever you want."
With that, she flung the door open and slammed it shut.
The wind blew in through the gap in the carriage, and the curtains danced wildly. This time, Hoffa didn't stop her. What he saw in Miranda's eyes was clearly not ruthlessness, but sobriety.
He painfully covered his head, ashamed of the greed and fantasy that occasionally flashed through his mind. Of course, Miranda couldn't go 50 years in the future with him.
She and Aglaia were two completely different people, completely different from each other since they were very young. One's emotions fluctuated, and happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy were written all over her face. The other was a taciturn person who never showed her emotions, but they were both very independent and even self-centered Ravenclaw, just like him.
Of course, Hoffa wouldn't put this fantasy into words.
However, he began to be confused, confused by the abnormal fluctuations in his heart, confused by his understanding of life. Every time he felt that he could finally control life, it would always jump out unexpectedly and give him a hard slap.
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