Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The girl standing at the door was still looking around. Hearing Hoffa's call, she stared at it and saw a teenager waving his arms.

She walked quickly down the stone steps, swayed to 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 to pretend to be compelling, but compared to last year, she grew a lot taller and no longer looked like a carrot head. The short chestnut head was found to be shoulder-to-shoulder, 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 an indescribable neutral and mysterious beauty. This temperament keeps her at a distance from herself forever, but she is undoubtedly one of Hoffa’s only friends. .

"You are tanned." Hoffa said with a bit of resentment. "I heard that you went to New Zealand. You really belong to you."

"You know all of this, did Aglaia tell you?"

"She didn't tell me, I can see it." Hoffa pointed to the small wooden sign hanging on her chest. "What is this, is it the evil-shielding baby you bought from the natives?"

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

"Forget it, you go out a lot, you keep it."

"Has been polite for two months? It seems that work can really change a person."

She squinted her eyes and smiled, and unceremoniously picked up the black tea that Hoffa had in her hand and sipped it: "What are you doing here? What are you doing again?"

"Part-time job?"

Howard exaggeratedly pointed to himself: "I own this shop! I'm the boss!"

Miranda chuckled, black tea spilled from the corner of her mouth, she wiped her mouth, teasing: "What kind of cowhide you are blowing, you are not that piece of material at all."

Ah! Hoffa snatched the cup in his hand and asked Joseph who was at the table in the distance, "Hey, Weasley, am I your boss?"

Joseph raised his head, squinted his eyes and glanced at the girl with the backpack next to Hoffa, touched his chin, and showed a connotative smile: "You are not."

Hoffa was taken aback.

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

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

Miranda already smiled and said that she couldn't even straighten her waist, she held the table.

"It's interesting... okay okay, your majesty, give me a room in your palace. And, if you can, please give me a palace dinner. Okay?"

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

The two walked from the hall to the second floor of the basement, which is adjacent to the kitchen, where Hoffa and other employees usually rest. The environment is much better than the 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 below 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 light of the fireplace, there is a marble bed in the room, a row of wooden wardrobes, and a small painted ivory table. It is very elegant and chic.

Miranda looked around: "The environment here is pretty good, did you decorate it yourself?"

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

Miranda was taken aback, then smiled and bumped into Hoffa: "You really have you, 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 bitterly.

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

"Free orders," Hoffa was shocked. "Are you a human?"

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

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

Miranda rolled her eyes: "Have you quarreled with Aglaia again?"

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

"really."

Miranda rolled her eyes, "Without me as a peacemaker, you would be dead forever in the first grade."

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

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Hoffa went over to open the door. It turned out that it was Chef Leon who had delivered the dinner. He handed the plate to Hoffa and winked at him, seeming to imply something.

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 exquisite foods inside, including meat lamb tripe, fried rice balls, bacon sandwiches, corned beef bagels and pineapple slices.

Hoffa sighed, what these guys were thinking about, none of these things had ever been enjoyed by themselves.

Miranda was not surprised. She picked up her fork gracefully and said as she ate: "Speaking of which, I sent a letter to Aglaia some time ago, and she also replied to me that she would invite you to your birthday. Later I sent Letter to her, but she ignored me. Do you know what's going on?"

"she was......"

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

"Wait tomorrow you can ask her yourself."

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

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

"The Broken Cauldron Bar is closed, and many Muggle hotels are also closed. I didn't find a place to live, so I asked a little bit and said that there was an underground hotel on Strand Street. The environment was normal but the food was free, so I came. "

After a pause, Miranda sighed with emotion: "Unexpectedly, this store actually belongs to you."

Hoffa frowned, "Wait, you said, the Broken Cauldron Bar is closed?"

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

"What?" Hoffa frowned. "The closure of the Broken Cauldron Bar has something to do with Heilzburg?"

"Heilzburg is one of the main industries of the fairies. Heilzburg was destroyed and Gringotts announced the closure. The wizarding market in London was paralyzed, and 90% of the shops in Diagon Alley could not be opened.

"What?" Hoffa was shocked. He had been dealing with Muggles in the first few days of the business, and knew nothing about the wizarding news. "You mean, Gringa is closed?"

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

Miranda swallowed the food in her mouth.

"Now, Jin Jialong 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 dumbfounded. For some reason, the words of the dragon-riding man broke into his mind again. This month, he tried his best to keep himself busy and fulfill himself without thinking about it. Thing, but now, he can no longer ignore this problem.

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

With a solemn expression, "Miranda, let me ask you something."

"what is the matter."

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

Miranda was eating a group, when she heard this, she seemed to have been pressed the pause button of the video playback, the rice ball was placed on her mouth, and she didn't stuff it in for a long time.

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

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

"Why are you asking this?" Miranda stopped eating, her hands were flat on the table, "I want to know the reason."

Hoffa sat across from her, and recounted what he had seen and heard about the dragon during the summer vacation and what he had seen in Heilzburg.

Miranda listened silently, and after hearing the story told by Hoffa, the expression on her face gradually became solemn, and her brows frowned 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?"

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

"Then why is he looking for me?"

"Maybe it's because you have some talent in transformation. He came to me because of my talent in spells." 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 sighed lightly, lowered her head and took off her glasses. The fire in the fireplace twisted without wind, and then the light in the whole room dimmed.

When she raised her head again, the lines on her face became very vague and unfamiliar. The surrounding mental field has completely changed, from being gentle and indifferent to being very sharp and cold.

"Long time no see. Bach."

The figure sitting across from Hoffa said lightly.

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

"Professional matters should be answered by professional personnel, right?"

Miller opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of gleaming teeth. The light of the fire was 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 posed a huge threat to himself in the first grade.

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

"I didn't ask you to fight." Hoffa put his 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 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 charms you can think of, he is a leader, a representative, and his existence even exceeds his own meaning..."

"Stop flattering."

"Only the stupidest person would think the truth is flattering."

Miller's voice whispered like a demon: "He can do whatever he wants. Because there will always be someone who is willing to stand in the same camp with him, just like my sad father."

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

Hoffa fell silent. If Grindelwald really did what Miller said, he could do whatever he wanted, and he had already destroyed Heilzburg.

So what would he do to Hogwarts, the one-month deadline had come, and he did not choose to find him. Of course I would not choose to find him, but what should I do...

There was a sarcasm of laughter across the table:

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

The vague "boy" sneered jokingly: "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 eternal truth?"

Miller climbed onto the table and moved closer to Hoffa.

Hoffa's face was slightly pale, his mental force field covered his surroundings, and he slightly compressed Miller's mental force field back.

Suddenly, Miller stretched out his hand, put his arm around Hoffa's head, and gritted his teeth in his ear: "Only a symbol can defeat a symbol, idiot."

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

Hoffa supported the table in a daze.

Snapped!

The flame in the fireplace regained its brightness.

The lines on her face returned to softness.

Miranda looked at Hoffa's pale face close at hand, was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "What are you doing, are you going to kiss him?"

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