Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

The young girl standing at the door was still glanced around. When she heard Hoffa's shout, she stared at it and saw a teenager waving her arms.

She walked quickly down the stone platform steps, swayed in front of Hoffa, and slumped on the table and looked at him.

"My God, Hoffa!?"

"It's me." Hoffa chuckled.

He also looked at each other, Miranda still wore those round glasses that didn’t have much power, purely for pretense, but compared to last year, she was quite high and never had that kind of little carrot head. The appearance of the original maroon was found to be shoulder-length, and the fair complexion turned into wheat-colored skin, which seemed to be sunburned during the summer vacation.

Compared with the enchanting Aglaia, she has a hard to describe neutral and mysterious beauty. This temperament keeps her at a certain distance from herself forever, but she is undoubtedly One of Hoffa's only two friends.

"You are tanned." Hoffa said with a bit of resentment, "I heard that you went to New Zealand, You're quite something."

"You know all about it. , Did Aglaia tell you?"

"She doesn’t tell me, I can see it." Hoffa pointed to the small wooden token hanging on her chest, "What is this, you learned from Are you the warding off evil treasures that the indigenous people find?"

"Also warding off evil spirits. This is a magic item for preventing mosquito bites. Do you want to give it to you?"

"Forget it, you You go out a lot. Keep it."

"It hasn't been polite for two months? It seems that work can really change a person."

She squinted slightly and smiled, Unceremoniously, he picked up the black tea in Hoffa's hand and sipped it: "What are you doing here? Do you work again?"

"Working?"

Hoffa is eloquent. She exaggeratedly pointed to herself: "I opened this shop! I am the Boss!" Miranda Puci smiled, black tea spilled from the corner of her mouth, she wiped her mouth, teasing: "Blow What cowhide, you are simply not that piece of material."

Huh! Hoffa snatched the cup in his hand, and asked Joseph who was doing his calculations on the dinning table in the distance: "Hey, Weasley, am I your boss?"

Joseph lifts the head, squinting He glanced at the girl with the backpack next to Hoffa, touched her chin, and showed a connotative smile: "You are not."

Hoffa was surprised.

But then Joseph exaggeratedly said: "You are the king here."

Looking at his flattering look, Hoffa raised his forehead and regretted asking him.

Miranda has said with a smile and can't even straighten her waist. She is holding the table.

"It's interesting... well, well, King Your Majesty, give me a room in your palace. Also, if you can, please give me a palace dinner. Okay?"

Hoffa flushed with embarrassment, he glared at Joseph, threw open the registration list in his hand, raised the lantern, and said angrily: "Go here!"

The two walked from the lobby to the second layer of the basement, which is adjacent to the kitchen, where Hoffa and other employees usually rest. The environment is much better than upstairs.

In the clean and deep masonry corridor, niches, cabinet rooms, cabinets and other items are neatly placed. There are a few round arched white rooms under the stone roof.

Walking to the room at the end of the corridor, Hoffa opened the door, hung the lantern on the wall, and then lit the fireplace with a fire.

Under the fireplace rays of light, there is a marble stone bed, a row of wooden wardrobes, and a small painted ivory table in the room. It is very elegant and chic.

Miranda looked around: "The environment here is not bad, did you decorate it yourself?"

"No," Hoffa grinned: "It turned out to be a church. Although it was blown up by muggle, the tomb below is still relatively intact."

Miranda was taken aback, then smiled and bumped Hoffa: "You're quite something, let me sleep in the grave , My heart is dark."

"Okay, don't embarrass me, I only earn 20 pounds a month, and I can't pay my salary." Hoffa smiled wryly.

"Aiya Aiya, I just wanted you to give me a waiver. It seems that there is no chance."

"Free," Hoffa was shocked, "You are People?"

Miranda laughed heartily, after laughing, she put the backpack on the bed, pulled a chair, and sat on it instead:

"It’s strange, I I thought you were doing an internship at St. Mungo's Hospital."

Miranda's eyes rolled: "Did you quarrel with Aglaia again?"

"No." Hoffa Immediately denied, "Am I that kind of person?"

"Sure enough."

Miranda rolled the eyes, "Without me as a peacemaker, your First Year will die of old age. No contact."

Hoffa thought this was really a misunderstanding by Miranda. The reason he was not in St. Mungo's was just because he offended Aglaia’s mother.

At this time, there was a knock at the door. Hoffa went over to open the door. It turned out that it was Chef Leon who had brought the dinner to him. While handing the plate to Hoffa, he winked at him, as if What is implying.

Hoffa quickly took the silver tray in his hand and pushed him away.

Put the tray on the painted table and open it.

There are four refined foods inside, including lamb tripe with meat, fried rice balls, bacon sandwiches, corned beef bagels and pineapple slices.

Hoffa sighed, what these guys are thinking about, these things have never been enjoyed by themselves.

Miranda is not surprised, she picked up the fork gracefully, and said while eating: "Speaking of which, I sent a letter to Aglaia some time ago, and she also replied to me, saying that she would invite You have been there for your birthday. Then I sent a letter to her, but she ignored me. Do you know what happened?"

"She..."

Hoffa thought that the guy had been forbidden by her mother, and he was still locked in the closet.

"Wait tomorrow, you can ask her yourself."

Hoffa moved away from the subject: "By the way, why do you want to live here. This is a coincidence."

"Where can I live here?" Miranda shrugged and ate a slice of pineapple.

"Leaky Cauldron is closed, and many muggle hotels are also closed. I didn't find a place to live, so I asked about it. It was an underground hotel on Strand Street. The environment was normal but the food was free. I'll be here."

Paused, Miranda sighed: "Absolutely didn't expect, this shop actually belongs to you."

Hoffa was frowned after hearing it. : "Wait, you said Leaky Cauldron is closed?"

"Don't you know?" Miranda picked up the lamb belly, "Heilzburg incident."

"What?" Hoffa brows tightly frowns, "Leaky Cauldron has something to do with Heilzburg?"

"Heilzburg is one of Goblin's main industries, Heilzburg is destroyed, Gringotts announced Closed. The wizard market in London was paralyzed, and 90% of Diagon Alley's stores could not be opened anymore."

"What?" Hoffa was shocked. He has been dealing with muggle these days when the business has just started, and he doesn't know anything about wizard news. "You mean, Gringotts is closed?"

"Yes, I heard the gossip that half of Goblin died in Heilzburg. Gringotts did not declare bankruptcy. It is not easy."

Miranda swallowed the food in her mouth.

"Now, Gold Galleon has depreciated by half, and many wizards have begun to use muggle pounds. I am afraid that the wizard financial system will collapse before the battle is over."

Hoffa opened his mouth slightly and listened to the call in amazement. For some reason, the words of the man riding the dragon came back into his mind. This month, he tried his best to keep himself busy, to enrich himself, and to keep himself out of Think about it, but now, he can no longer ignore this problem.

Thinking about it, Hoffa walked to the door of the room and locked the door.

With a solemn expression: "Miranda, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter."

"What kind of person is Grindelwald?" Hoffa asked bluntly.

Miranda was eating a group. Upon hearing this, she seemed to have been pressed the timeout button of the video playback. The rice ball was placed on her mouth, and she did not stuff it in for a long time.

For a while, she put down the food: "What did you say?"

"What kind of person is Grindelwald, I mean, you met him when you were a kid, didn't you?"

"Why are you asking about this?" Miranda stopped eating, and she put her hands on the table, "I want to know why."

Hoffa sat opposite her and took her summer vacation Saw the dragon and talked about what he saw and heard in Heilzburg in detail.

Miranda listened without saying a word. After listening to Hoffa's story, the expression on her face gradually became solemn, her brows frowning deeper and deeper.

"You mean, Grindelwald controlled the dragon and destroyed Heilzburg. And also told you to find him?"

"Yes, tell me, is that him?"

" "

Thinking for a moment, Miranda shook his head: "I don't know. The last time I saw him was seven years ago. My memory of him is very vague."

"That Why is he looking for me?"

"Maybe it's because you have some innate talent in metamorphosis. He came to me because of my innate talent in the spell." Miranda speculated.

Hoffa rubbed his head, as if a cloud of chaos was floating in front of him, making him unable to see anything.

After thinking for a long time, he repeatedly asked: "Can't you describe it? His approximate image."

A trace of struggle flashed across Miranda's face, but in the end she said: "I can't answer you, but someone can answer you this question."

After speaking, she was lightly sighed, she lowered her head and took off her glasses. The fire in the fireplace twisted without wind, and then the rays of light in the whole room dimmed.

When she lifted the head again, the lines on her face became very vague and unfamiliar. The surrounding spirit strength field has completely changed, from mild and indifferent to very sharp and cold.

"long time no see. Bach."

The silhouette indifferently said sitting across from Hoffa.

Seeing him, Hoffa suddenly sat up straight, his nerves tense, "must you answer me, Miller Gorsak."

"Professional matters It should be given to professional staff to answer, right?"

Miller opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of cold light shining teeth. The rays of light from the fire were faint again, and the silver tableware in front of him trembled. Under the faint light, Hoffa could only see the other party's half of his face hidden in the dark.

He saw Miller again after a year, the dark personality who had caused a huge threat to himself in First Year.

His energy is not as surging as before, but it is sharper.

"I didn't ask you to fight." Hoffa put her hand on the table, and the trembling tableware calmed down.

"Oh, what are you good at besides fighting? Tell me."

Miller also put his hand on the table and leaned over his body. The distance between the two was less than one centimeter. .

"You are not good at anything other than fighting, Bach. Even if I tell you about Grindelwald, you have nothing to do."

"Why?"

"Gellert. Grindelwald is a charming man, he has all the charm you can think of, he is a leader, a representative, his existence even exceeds his own meaning..."

"Stop flattery."

"Only the stupidest person would think that the truth is flattery."

Miller’s voice is like a demon whispering: "He can do him Anything you want to do. Because there will always be someone willing to stand in the same camp with him, just like my sad father."

"And the reason he can do this, I think, the biggest The reason is that he has a deep understanding of the world and is calm enough. And this is something you never had."

Hoffa fell silent. If Grindelwald is really as Miller said, He can do whatever he wants, and he has already destroyed Heilzburg.

Then what will he do to Hogwarts? The one-month deadline has come, and I didn't choose to find him. Of course I would not choose to find him, but what should I do...

There was a sarcasm from across the table:

"You are scared. Hoffa. Bach. I see your deepest fear. What has happened over the past year that made you so unconfident."

The vague "boy" sneered playfully: " I doubt that you are still my opponent."

"Enough."

Hoffa interrupted him: "Go back."

"What do you think I am? Do you think that instant enthusiasm can overcome the eternal truth?" Get close to Hoffa.

Hoffa's face is slightly pale, his spirit strength field covers the surrounding area, and he compressed Miller's spirit strength field back little by little.

Suddenly, Miller extended the hand, grabbed Hoffa's head, and gritted his teeth in his ear: "Only symbols can defeat symbols, stupid."

After this sentence was completely incomprehensible, Miller let go of his palm and sat back in his seat with a plop. The head dropped.

Hoffa held the table blankly.

pa!

The flame in the fireplace is restored to its brightness.

The lines on her face have returned to softness.

Miranda looked at Hoffa’s pale face close at hand, and she was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly said with a smile: "What are you going to kiss him?"

Ignore it Miranda's joke, Hoffa slowly returned to his seat. Miller's words floated above his head like a dark cloud, staying for a long time.