Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

After the meeting ended, Hoffa, who was very upset, wanted to talk to Miranda, hoping to change her mind, but she had anticipated his thoughts, and left the office early and disappeared. , I have no idea which country I went to.

He is extremely helpless.

Miranda didn’t know the danger the last time he met Silby. That time, Fatir, who was the Ministry of Magic, died, and he was exiled fifty years later. It circulated more than 6,000 times and stayed there for 300,000 years.

If she went to the Ministry of Magic underground with him last time, I'm afraid there will be no one at this moment. This decisive battle is just around the corner. Obviously he is going to face a more fierce battle. How can Hoffa concentrate on dealing with Silby when he follows.

In order to find Miranda, he silently recites the flow curse So in his heart.

This is his extra ability after using the flow spell So many times. With this ability, he can hear the voices of countless people in the world and know their location. As long as they believe in themselves.

But what is strange is that when he first runs the flow mantra and knows nothing about the flow mantra, he can hear Miranda's inner voice and feel her emotions.

But now, when he can use the spells proficiently, Miranda's voice can no longer be heard. I don't know if she closed her heart to him, or her voice was submerged in the ocean of information and was no longer noticeable.

Hoffa stood sadly at the door of Dumbledore's office, and he turned his head to look at her until Osivia gave him a push.

"You can't be distracted, Hoffa." Osivia said softly, "You are a little out of shape."

"I know." Hoffa looked ashamed: "I Will restrain."

"Come with me." Osivia pulled out his palm from the cuff and gently pushed his back, "We haven't seen it in a long time."

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Hoffa and Osivia walked slowly around the underground lagoon. The two talked occasionally, but most of them were just recounting the old. As Hoffa was worried, Osivia's face was also full of worries. After all, the two couldn't relax.

Finally, while walking along the shore of the lake, Osivia stopped, looked at the dark lake, and said: "Hoffa, whatever you are thinking, it doesn’t matter anymore, I can foresee it, That guy will bring drastic changes to the world. But now the wizard and muggle can't stand the toss, we must maintain stability."

"I understand." Hoffa replied lightly.

"Do you really understand, Hoffa." Osivia's voice was soft and hoarse. "To maintain stability, you must be more stable than anyone. You are not stable enough now."

Hoffa is silent.

Osivia is right, he is indeed not stable enough. But why doesn't he worry, the human Seven Emotions and Six Desires are still entangled in him, how can he completely abandon it.

Osivia looked at him solemnly, "Hoffa, tell me, do you have any handle in Silby's hand?"

Hoffa frowned: "You Why do you ask?"

Osivia, "His letter made it clear that he meant to take you down. I'm afraid you have any handle on him."

Hoffa After thinking about it carefully, he said: "Only my wand is on him."

"wand...wand..."

Osivia pondered for a moment and said, "I I don't understand why he is so determined, but my suggestion is, this time our actions, you don't bring anything."

Hoffa looked at her confused.

She said: "In the face of people like him, you must also become pure, pure and ruthless."

Pure and ruthless...

Hoffa thought that he wanted to be like Silby, being a pure and merciless person without pain at all. But can he do it? In the world, besides Silby, can anyone else do it?

But Osivia’s words reminded him that that night, he found a very hidden place in the underground lagoon in London, and buried Chloe’s soul stone with the little monster’s glass ball. Go in, hoping to wait for all the dust to settle, and then proceed to solve Chloe's body.

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As the letter said, the next day, Hoffa, Miranda, Dumbledore, A four-person team formed by Osivia came to Selivia on the Iberian Peninsula through the Super Floo Network, which is the safe house of the surviving wizards in this area of ​​Spain.

From here, it took them a day to arrive at the town guided by the letter, Toledo.

Sure enough, as Silby wrote in the letter. There is a car waiting for Hoffa quietly, it's still a train.

At this moment, the sky is already evening, and the train stopped alone in the wilderness of Toledo with white smoke. Only the crow accompanied it.

Hoffa and Dumbledore entire group approached the train. Dumbledore placed wand in his palm and stared cautiously at the quiet train. Blue's eyes were full of hostility.

Osivia looked at the sky, where there was a faint smoke, she said: "We have gradually approached his country, it seems that he is also ready."

Dumbledore: "It's really uncomfortable."

Hoffa got on the train first and poked his head in. The carriage made him familiar, and he suddenly remembered that when he and Osivia sent Silby back to his hometown, he was on this train.

It's just that it was overcrowded last time, and this time it was empty. The yellow sunset light shines in from the car window, and patches of golden embellishment are painted on the floor and seats.

There was no one on the train, no waiter, no other passengers, and no flight attendants. It just stopped here and waited quietly.

There is no turning back. He took a deep breath and walked into the carriage. Osivia, Dumbledore, and Miranda followed him with wand.

They each took their weapons and searched in the carriage.

This car is divided into five sections. One section is the dinning hall. The dinning hall is even filled with a dazzling array of food, fresh fruits, and steaming bread just out of the oven.

One section is the bedroom with four soft beds for rest. It seems that Silby knows exactly how many people they will come.

One section is an ordinary carriage, which contains many seats.

The section is Study. There are many books in it. Hoffa randomly found a few books and turned them through. Those are all handwritten magic ancient books, which are extremely precious.

There is another section of the front of the car, which is also empty.

There is no one in the whole car.

Osivia put away wand, and Dumbledore looked at each other in blank dismay, confused: "What is he going to do?"

Squeak...

With a sour voice.

The train moved, and the three immediately raised wand, Hoffa stepped sideways and stopped in front of Miranda.

Crack...Crack...Crack...

But it was just the sound of the wheels turning. Without driving, the wheels of the train turned on their own. The instrument panel in the locomotive also turned, and the entire train spewed thick smoke and ran on the rails by itself.

"It seems that the half-man king already knows that we are here."

Dumbledore looked outside the train and put away the wand: "It's really a silly guy."

"If you come, you will be at peace," Osivia said. "No matter what you meet, it will pass."

Hoffa didn't speak, he looked at Milan behind him. Da, she also glanced at him, then turned her head and ignored him.

At night, the train ran over the wilderness, heading for unknown places.

Osivia and Dumbledore have been talking in low voices, and they kept talking about what might happen and how to deal with them.

Hoffa lies in the carriage belonging to the train's bedroom, tossing and turning. He had hoped that he could reach his best state through meditation to face Silby.

Only this night, he is really hard to meditate.

After experiencing so many things, he has seen a lot of things very openly, and even feels that he has been Perfection. But when the huge unknown came, he couldn't help thinking about the past, the future, Aglaia, and Miranda.

If he can defeat Silby, how will he handle the relationship between the three? How will he face a brand new life?

After thinking for a long time, he has no answer.

Finally, he turned over and sat up. Looking for Miranda in the carriage, he must talk to her alone, otherwise he would be very uncomfortable.

Passing through the secret conversations of Osivia and Dumbledore, Hoffa came to the dinning hall of the train.

The click came from the dinning hall, and Hoffa opened the door.

Miranda is lying on the sofa in the dinning hall, with Erlang's legs tilted, eating an apple, making a click. Not only did she have apples, she was also surrounded by a lot of snacks.

"How can you eat anything from a car like this." Hoffa said, "This is Silby's car! You are not afraid of him poisoning it?"

Miranda was taken aback, and then said with a smile: "You also thought too much of him. I think he is not the kind of person who can poison at all."

"Yes, You think he thinks very good."

Hoffa was a little annoyed and closed the door.

Of course he knows that Sylby’s pattern is impossible to do poisoning. He just doesn’t want to eat Sylby’s things, and he doesn’t want Miranda to eat his things.

As he approached, he found that Miranda was not only eating, but even holding a few books from the train library. Read it with keen interest pleasure. Take a look at 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 by the half-man king. It's fun to read." Miranda said without looking up: "It records a lot of embarrassment about the four founders, all from Hogwarts school. It’s not written in history."

Hoffa: "..."

Miranda: "You know what, these all are written after he was cursed, write He's still so humorous, I don't see much pain at all. I think he is really interesting."

"Yes, you think he is quite interesting!" Hoffa's tone was a bit sour.

"No, this kind of guy, if he doesn't do evil, he is really a rarely seen talent."

"You still admire him." Hoffa said.

"Don't you?" Miranda asked.

Hoffa doesn't speak, he feels a little uncomfortable. He kept reminding himself, don't think about it, don't worry about it. Beat Silby, and then return to fifty years later. But the violet scent on Miranda's body penetrated into his nostrils reluctantly, and his heartbeat accelerated. This was the second time they were alone after that night.

"Miranda!" Hoffa's breathing was a little short, "Why are you here?"

Miranda glanced at him from the back of the book, seeming to see him through. She turned the pages of the book calmly and asked Hoffa: "After this is over, where are you going to go, fifty years from now?"

The calm words are like torture. Hoffa is nodded with difficulty: "Yes. Yes."

"Then no matter what my answer is, it has nothing to do with you." Miranda said, "You go out."

Hoffa felt that her intestines were knotted. He slowly stood up and walked to the door of the dinning hall. Finally he couldn't help it. He turned his head and suppressed his anger: "Do you know how dangerous Silby is? Why do you want to sing against me and come here. "

I am happy. Miranda flipped through the book and said calmly.

"I don't need your help, Miranda." Hoffa said.

Miranda lifts the head from the back of the book surprised: "I have explained the reason why I want to come. I walked out of the safe house to defeat him, not to help you. Don’t I'm passionate."

"Okay, I don't be passionate," Hoffa clenching one's teeth and said, his voice suppressed to the limit: "Then what do you mean that night?"

Miranda's slender eyebrow raised, looking at him with a faint smile. "Which night?"

"You knowingly ask," Hoffa's face turned blue.

"Oh, you said that night."

Miranda put down the book and held her arms. "It's meaningless. I'm a normal woman. It's normal to have physical needs. It just so happens that you also have needs. As friends, helping each other is as simple as that."

"It's that simple?" Hoffa is difficult. Convincingly said: "Do friends help each other?"

After that night, he often felt guilty that he was a scumbag. Didn't expect this guy to be more open than he thought, then she is not a scumbag ?

"How rare, it sounds like you have never done it."

Miranda looked at him disdainfully and pushed his glasses, "Since we all know that life and death are uncertain, just have fun in time. Okay."

She even walked off the sofa and came to Hoffa, extended the hand pointed his chin up, frivolously said: "What's wrong, if you need help, now we can pull the curtain Get up and do it again."

Hoffa's eyes were full of incomprehensibility and strangeness.

"I don't want to."

Miranda calmly put down her finger, "That's it."

After that, she held the doorknob. Leave.

"You stop me!" Hoffa grabbed her by the shoulder, forcibly broke her over, pressed her against the wall, excitedly said: "I refuse to accept your indifferent attitude, what are you thinking What, why do you treat me like this?"

"You care about me!"

The lines on Miranda's face, who was broken by Hoffa, were so tight that her shoulders flicked away. After Hoffa's hand, she pressed her lips tightly, her expression fluctuated for the first time, and that fluctuation seemed extremely dangerous to her.

"Is there a difference? What can you give me, Bach? You can't give me anything!" Her voice trembled a little.

Hoffa: "I..."

"Is it important 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 some thought came to his mind.

Miranda waited for a moment, her eyes flushed.

"Don't you want to tell me anything after 50 years!" She breathed tremblingly in Hoffa's ear: "I don't want your charity, I won't go anywhere, here When the matter is over, go wherever you like."

After speaking, she opened the door and closed it with a bang.

The wind blew in from the opening of the carriage, and the curtains of the car were blowing wildly. This time, Hoffa did not stop her any more. What he saw in Miranda's eyes was not ruthless, but sober.

He covered his head in pain, and was ashamed of his occasional greed and fantasies. Of course Miranda was impossible to go with him fifty years later.

She and Aglaia are completely two kinds of people, completely different from a very young age. An emotional ups and downs, joy, anger, sorrow and joy are written on his face. One is bored bottle gourd, who never show up in joy or anger, but they are all Ravenclaw who are extremely autonomous and even self-conscious, just like him.

Of course Hoffa will not put this illusion into his mouth.

It's just that he began to be confused, confused by the abnormal fluctuations in his heart, confused by his understanding of life. Whenever he felt that he could finally control his life, it would always jump out in unexpected places, and fiercely slapped him.