When Hoffa carried Silby's body down the collapsed Tower of Babel, what he saw was extraordinary.
The men and women who were brought here by Silby and fell into the dreamscape had all woken up. They were chattering non-stop with each other.
"Where is this? The Parthenon Temple? "someone asked while touching the broken walls of Pandora.
"I don't know. Why am I here?" a woman next to him asked.
Another man said, "I seem to have had a very strange dream." He laughed. "It was a wonderful dream."
"Yes, I also had a dream."
"A wonderful dream."
The people around him all agreed. Suddenly, someone raised his hand and pointed. A firework shot out from his hand and exploded in the sky. It made a crackling sound.
"What is this?" The man who shot the firework looked at his finger in horror. "Am I still dreaming?"
He pinched his arm hard and grimaced in pain. It was not a dream.
Soon, not only him, but thousands of people gathered in Pandora soon discovered their own abnormalities. They could not only shoot fireworks with their fingers, but they could also soften steel and make stones bloom.
The brand-new magic power gave them hope. They no longer indulged in the dream and began to look forward to the reality. However, a new turmoil was brewing. The raindrops in the sky became heavier, sobering the excited crowd. They had to find shelter.
Hoffa held the cold stone and slowly walked past the group of Muggles who were testing their magic power. Perhaps it was not advisable to call them Muggles anymore, because Silby had finally achieved his goal. There were no more Muggles in the world. Everyone was a wizard.
He felt empty inside. This guy won, and he did not give him a chance to turn the tables. He did not even give him a chance to blame or resent him.
However, he did not resent Silby. A man used everything to realize his own value. He could not find any reason to resent him. He was even a little jealous of him.
Gradually, only Hoffa was left on the road. He remembered that he had once buried Silby by the sea in Barcelona. Perhaps he had chosen the place himself, and he should respect his opinion.
So he walked towards the beach. On a downhill road, he saw Dumbledore, Ossivia, and Miranda. They had all defeated their opponents and were now standing in the rain, looking at Hoffa who was walking towards them.
"Did you win?"
Dumbledore asked as he looked at the stone in his arms.
Hoffa shook his head.
Dumbledore's face turned pale.
"Then, did he win?"
Dumbledore asked again.
Hoffa still shook his head and said in a low voice, "He just wanted to find himself, and now he has."
Ossivia looked at the stone sculpture in Hoffa's arms in the rain with a complicated expression. Finally, she looked away and asked Hoffa with a sigh, "Did you see that scene? Hundreds of millions of meteors streaking across the sky?"
"I saw it," Hoffa replied.
Ossivia asked, "Now, everyone knows magic. What should we do?"
Hoffa said, "There will be a way."
As he spoke, he stared at the girl who was standing in the rain with her hair wet and her fists clenched. "Can you walk with me for a while?"
Miranda followed behind Hoffa without saying a word, the lines on her face as stiff as a rock.
Holding the broken body, Hoffa led Miranda through the streets and finally to the beach of Pandora. This place was very similar to the beach of Barcelona, except that it had been sunny back then, and this day was rainy.
He searched the beach for a moment and finally found a barren hill in the distance. So he took Miranda up the hill and found a small flat area at the top of the hill where they would not be disturbed.
He took out his magic wand and transformed it into a shovel. Then he dug the ground with great seriousness. Admittedly, he could use Transfiguration to create a tomb in an instant, but he did not want to do that.
No one knew him better than the person in front of him. After all the mysteries were solved, Hoffa did not want to see Silby as an opponent and did not want to live with resentment. Perhaps, as Silby had signed the letter, they were actually friends on two sides of the same coin, the best of friends.
Even though they had different faces and lived in different times, they were thinking the same thing.
If Silby could work hard every second under the curse, then so could he. If Silby could give everything to the world, then so could he.
After digging the hole, he carefully placed the body in the sand and buried it solemnly. Finally, he flattened the ground Zizi and covered the last trace of his existence.
For a moment, Hoffa wanted to erect a tombstone for him. But he did not know what to engrave on the tombstone.
He felt that Silby did not care what he engraved. That guy never cared what other people thought or how they judged him.
His body and words were like a mask to him. He only cared about the eternal soul behind the mask. Since that was the case, Hoffa felt that he should not do it.
The sky gradually cleared and the rain gradually stopped, as if God had stopped crying. The sun shone through the dark clouds in the sky. The weather by the sea changed suddenly.
Not only that, the sun became more and more dazzling, gradually dispersing the last of the dark clouds, revealing the whole blue sky in front of Hoffa.
He stepped on the stones and went down the mountain. Because he was carrying Silby when he went up the mountain, he had no choice. But when he went down the mountain, when the road was difficult to walk, he would often reach out his hand to Miranda.
Miranda held his hand silently. Her attitude did not change because of his politeness or friendliness. The lines on her face were still stiff.
When the two of them walked down the steep hill to the beach by the sea, Hoffa took off his shoes and held them in his hand. He touched the softness of the white sand with the soles of his feet.
The seawater crashed against the shore, just like fifty years later or a thousand years ago. It had never changed. No matter what happened, it would not care.
Under the sunlight, Hoffa's mood gradually improved. He asked the person beside him, "How long has it been since we took a walk together like this? Miss Ghoshak. "
Miranda turned her head away. Her face was still cold and she was unwilling to pay attention to him.
"I think there were a few times in the first grade. At that time, you skipped class and slept in every day. During the second class, you would drag me into the tunnel alone." Hoffa mischievously bumped Miranda with his shoulder. "Time flies. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, right?"
"Hmph." Miranda, who turned her head away, smiled briefly. But soon, the smile disappeared. She stood on the beach and said motionlessly, "Hoffa."
Hoffa: "Hmm?"
Miranda tidied her hair that was messed up by the wind and said calmly, "If you want to say something, you can say it directly. If you have any decision, you can do it directly. Don't be indecisive. You and I are not children anymore. There's no need to be like this. "
"Yes. We're not children anymore … "
Hoffa murmured. His gaze stopped in the distance.
He saw a small white yacht parked at an abandoned pier by the sea. It should be a toy of a rich person before the war, but after the world fell into the dream, it was abandoned here.
Hoffa looked at the yacht sadly and said, "Miranda."
Miranda: "What?"
"I want to take a boat. Can you drive it for me?"
Miranda sighed helplessly. "Up to you."
So the two of them came to the abandoned yacht and untied the rope. Miranda pointed at the switch of the yacht with her magic wand, and the yacht sped up on the sea. Hoffa sat on the side of the yacht and put his feet in the sea below him. The splashing water made him feel very amused.
Miranda held the steering wheel of the yacht and asked Hoffa, "Where do you want to go?"
"Up to you, Captain Ghoshak."
He said casually. Looking at the white foam in the sea, he put one foot in the sea and the other leg on the side of the boat. He lay down with his head up and felt a long-lost relaxation. This relaxation was so precious that he wanted to enjoy it.
Miranda pursed her lips and drove straight to the center of the sea.
They drove to the center of the rippling sea. Here, the water was transparent like glass. The white yacht slowly came to a stop. They could no longer see anything else. There were no people, no trees, no mountains, no cities. Only the blue sea water swayed slightly.
Captain Miranda let go of the steering wheel and leaned on it. The sea breeze with a faint fishy smell messed up her chestnut hair.
"Why did you stop?"
Hoffa sat up on the side of the boat and asked Miranda.
"Out of gas."
Miranda said. "Also, there is no one else here. If you leave, no one will know."
"Then what are you going to say to them?" Hoffa could not help but laugh. "Say that I drowned in the sea on a boat?"
"I might say that," Miranda said calmly. "But that has nothing to do with you."
Hoffa looked at Miranda. She seemed to be like this since the first time they met, neither warm nor angry. She did not care about anything. Speaking of which, it was harder to get her to reveal her true feelings than to reach the heavens. Even if she did something bad, she still had a brother to take the blame for her.
But he felt that this was not bad. In this short and long life, what should he do? He already had an answer.
"Miss Ghoshak," he said softly. "I won't leave. I won't go anywhere."
The sea breeze blew slightly. Miranda looked at Hoffa in shock, as if she was looking at someone she had never known before. Then her eyes instantly turned red. "Wh … Wh … Why?" She spoke incoherently, which was rare. "Aren't you … Aren't you … Aren't you …?"
Hoffa said softly and firmly, "In the past, people who knew magic were rare. Now, suddenly, everyone knows magic and has uncontrollable power. Desire will grow, chaos will come in the blink of an eye. Perhaps there will be a war more terrible than the previous world war. Countless people will die, and there will be no more peace. Someone must set some rules, teach them how to use magic, and teach them what a wizard is. "
The excitement on Miranda's face gradually faded. She looked down at her shoes and whispered, "Is responsibility the only thing that drives you to stay?"
Hoffa knew the answer that Miranda wanted, but he knew that it was not now. He could not do it for the time being. So he replied softly, "Give me some time."
Miranda lowered her head. A few drops of water fell on the deck and disappeared along the cracks. When Miranda looked up again, she had returned to her usual unshakable appearance. She pushed up her glasses. "Then will you be happy staying here?"
"I will."
Hoffa smiled and said, "I definitely will. What about you?"
Miranda nodded hard.
Hoffa was relieved. He smiled and reached out to touch the water below him. The blue color was like the girl's eyes in his memory. He closed his eyes. His head tilted back and he fell into the water. He allowed the warm water to envelop him. He felt very relaxed, like a feather or a newborn baby floating in the endless warm amniotic fluid.
The sun became hotter and hotter. It shone on Hoffa without restraint, as if it was blaming him. He narrowed his eyes and reached out to cover his eyes, as if he wanted to grab the ball of fire in his palm.
After grabbing for a while, he knew that he probably couldn't grab it, so he sighed helplessly and covered his heart with his hand. The temperature reached the bottom of his heart. It was very warm.
He left the yacht and swam in the transparent blue. He gradually took off his clothes and embraced the sunlight, the air, and the transparent water of this moment.
Those passionate moments slowly disappeared, and the sad and melancholy moments gradually faded. His memories were like old-fashioned photos that he put in a book cover, carefully closed, and hidden in the bookshelf.
He no longer fought against God, no longer recalled the past, and no longer imagined the future.
There was a soft splash in the distance.
Miranda was like a mermaid. She slowly swam to Hoffa's side naked and hugged him gently. She stuck her wet chestnut hair to Hoffa's chest. The buoyancy of the water gently dragged them, making them float in the sapphire-like crystal.
Hoffa stroked the crystal water droplets on her bare shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Speaking of happiness, can I ask you a question, Miranda?"
"What?" Miranda murmured.
"That night, did you use the Forgetting Spell on me?" Hoffa asked softly.
"Guess."
Miranda leaned against his chest and drew circles on it with her finger as she said indifferently.
"I guess you did, because I don't remember anything." Hoffa raised his hand from the water, gently lifted her chin, and looked into her eyes.
Miranda was unmoved. "Guess if you're right."
"That's not fair." Hoffa said, feeling wronged. Why are you the only one who remembers, but I don't remember anything at all?
Miranda smiled. "Do you want to know that feeling?"
"Yes."
"Then why don't you try it yourself?"
Miranda said.
"Okay."
Hoffa hugged her in the sea and kissed her deeply.
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