Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

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The door to Miranda's room closed. Afterwards, she closed the window again, isolating the laughter and sweet music downstairs. Immediately, they fell out of the joyous atmosphere and fell into a quiet and unknown world.

"What's wrong?"

Hoffa asked tentatively with a smile on his face. But I was a little worried. From the beginning of the meal to the dance, this guy always had a bereaved expression, which made him puzzled.

"Have you fun?"

"Why are you not happy, are you not happy?"

Hoffa sat on Miranda's bed, looked at the blue blood vessels under her neck, and suddenly felt a little thirsty for dancing and dancing: "Pour me a glass of water."

Miranda was expressionless, took out a cup out of thin air and tapped it with a magic wand. The glass was full of clear water, and she handed it to Hoffa, folded her arms and leaned on the desk, looking gloomy.

Hoffa drank, keeping his eyes on Miranda. There is no light in the bedroom, and the atmosphere is a bit weird.

"Can I say something to you alone?"

After thinking for a while, Miranda took a deep breath.

"Say, you brought me into the room."

"I don't recognize you a bit."

"what?"

"I remember you used to run away at Hogwarts, for fear of being praised by others. You are more introverted than me. But now, you can answer all topics, dance all dances, and play really well." Miranda began. Speaking slowly, but the more you say it, the more it feels like opening the chatterbox, dangling in the room and complaining: "Are you Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. After a year and a half outside, what are you What has gone through, why has changed so much, and why I feel more and more unfamiliar."

"This is your house. I embarrass you with my stern face?" Hoffa drank. "Actually, I dance for you. You don't talk to guests at home...

Miranda became excited: "I don't care about ignoring that group of people, and don't want to please them. I just think..."

"What do you think?"

"You don't need me anymore."

Miranda said: "I think you are happier with them than with me. I don't think our friendship will last too long. Even I think tonight is the last time I see you."

The smile on Hoffa’s face slowly disappeared. He put the cup back on the table, pulled out his bow tie with his hand, untied it and threw it on Miranda’s bed, then pulled off the collar of the boring suit and sat down. She rubbed her head with a headache in bed.

"What's the matter with you?" Miranda asked.

"Merlin Beard, why do you have such thoughts?"

"I think you are such a person. If not, why do you never see me during the day and only talk to me occasionally when you come back at night?"

"You..."

Hoffa was helpless and didn't know how to explain it. He only spread his hands and sighed: "Happiness and affection are two different things, Miranda. I think you hate Adbe, but he is your grandfather after all. There is still a first grade. When you almost killed me, can that make me happy? But don’t we still become friends?

So, feelings are irreplaceable. Although I am having fun with them, they are just acting on occasions, and they are all fake. "

Miranda raised her eyebrows, and her gloomy expression disappeared. She gave Hoffa a blank look, put down her arms, pulled up the chair and sat in front of him, "It really is."

"I lied to you?"

"Then what do you think, just agree to my grandfather?"

"I can't help but give face to Professor Gorsak, your grandfather is a celebrity, the mainstay." Hoffa said lightly.

"So that's just a stopgap measure. If you fool them, you will go on your own tomorrow?"

Hoffa nodded, "Probably it should."

Miranda held the back of the chair and tightened her palm, her face turned pale: "Actually...I have been very happy these days, I think you are also very happy, so, can't stay in the UK all the time? It's just.... Consider Adbe's suggestion for a moment."

Hoffa glanced at the moon outside the window, paused for a few seconds and then shook his head: "It's already late, Miranda, if there is anything, we can contact us in writing in the future."

"lie."

Miranda's smile just appeared immediately disappeared: "I just said that I have feelings, and now I don't want to tell the truth. I can warn you, Bach, if you treat me as a fool, then you are a stupid **** than me. ."

Hoffa was helpless: "Miranda."

"Ok."

She nodded seriously. The seriousness made Hoffa a little confused, and he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"I am listening."

Miranda reminded him.

"Miranda, I am a very dangerous person."

Hoffa thought for a long time before thinking about the words clearly. He said slowly: "Those people, the marks they left on me are more profound than you think."

"and then?"

Asked Miranda.

Hoffa got stuck again.

"What are you thinking about, can't you talk frankly with me?"

"Is this year's Hogwarts safe?"

"You are right. We have reorganized the school and revised the school rules. We have also put in new defensive measures. It is very safe."

"Look, as long as I'm not here, Hogwarts will be fine," Hoffa said.

Miranda smiled, she showed her white teeth in the moonlight, and her face cooled down as she smiled.

"You mean that those weird people are coming for you. As long as you stay away from us, we won't be threatened in any way, right?"

"almost."

Hoffa grumbled.

"You are really narcissistic."

Miranda sneered.

"Is not it."

"At least I am not, you came to me in the first grade."

Miranda sighed, and in the darkness she stretched out her hand to touch Hoffa's collar, "I know you can't learn anything at Hogwarts, and I also know your hatred of Grindelwald. But you... .But you...hey, I can help you, Hoffa. Many people will help you."

"The last person who helped me is gone, Miranda."

Hoffa said stiffly.

"Just because you were bitten by a snake, you don’t need a rope forever? The Hoffa Bach I know is not that fragile. Listen, I love Aglaia very much, but I also love you very much, Hoffa, don’t Avoid us again."

"I didn't escape, not at all."

"Then come back, you have the right to choose, right?"

Hoffa shook his head slowly, "Not now."

"When will it work?"

"Wait for her to come back."

"Who?" Miranda asked, "Who is back."

"Aglaia."

Hoffa stayed away.

Miranda's expression became a little obscure, and she didn't speak for a long time. She touched her feet, stood up and walked around the room for a long time, rubbing her hair and touching the table. Finally, she rubbed her face and faced Huo. law.

"What do you want me to say about you? How can a smart wizard like you fail to understand that her death is not your fault, it is Grindelwald's conspiracy, the purpose is to destroy your spirit, you should not For him to succeed, what you should do is face reality and stop fantasizing."

"I know." Hoffa said eagerly. "But do you know that girl?"

"Who?"

"It's the one I brought back from France."

"Oh, I know, LeMay."

Miranda's tone was slightly sharp: "Why, what does she have to do with you?"

"It doesn't matter what the relationship is, but do you know her ability?"

Hoffa looked around and whispered a few words in Miranda's ear like a thief.

Miranda's complexion changed abruptly.

"Impossible, no one can travel through time and space."

"I saw it with my own eyes."

Hoffa stood up short of breath: "There is no doubt that she took me back three days ago. When I was in France, I saw two of myself."

"Do you know how the concept of three days and a year is different? Hoffa." Miranda also stood up, with a very worried expression: "Since ancient times, no wizard who has dared to play with time has a good ending. Listen, if that woman There really is such an ability, the only result waiting for her is destruction, you must stay away from her!"

"Miranda! I didn't lie to you!!" Helplessly turned into excitement, he pressed Miranda's shoulders: "Have you ever thought about it, even if there is only a possibility."

Miranda looked sideways at the photo on the table, clenched her fists and motionless, after a while, she said with a little choked hoarse:

"What's the price?"

"The price?" Hoffa was taken aback for a moment, his face pale, and he stammered: "Wh...what...the price?"

"This kind of power similar to the gods falls on a mortal, is there no price, I don't believe it."

Hoffa shuddered, and said with difficulty, "The magic is running away."

"Magic runaway, how old is she?"

"Sixteen, about the same as us."

"At the age of sixteen, you still run away with magic power. What is the concept? Except silently, I can hardly find anything that will run away with magic power at the age of sixteen. There is no case that silently can live before adulthood. The name of the last guy who runs magically It was Christen Beilburn. Grindelwald was in charge of all this in New York at the time. He was the oldest of all silently, and he didn't live much old."

"Miranda, she is a nun, I know her, she is very kind, not a monster."

"Then have you ever thought about it, if she is really harmless to humans and animals, why did Nicolème send her to France. Why should she be exposed to theology? This power belongs to the gods and even the devil, but it definitely does not belong to humans."

Hoffa didn't know how to answer the conversation. Miranda is Ravenclaw. Smartness is her essential quality, and she doesn't lack wisdom at all. But the wiser she was, the more difficult it was for him to accept what she said, because he could not find a reason to refute.

Miranda went on to say: "Even if you really go back to the past and change Aglaia's destiny, what about it? Your past becomes your future, you just created a new parallel world. But Nothing has changed in this world, our world, and the only change is that we have completely lost you! Is that worth it?"

"Isn't it worth it?"

Hoffa was a little irritable. He didn't want to think about Miranda's words, and instinctively didn't want to hear them. "I've heard too many words. Don't reason with me. I've changed."

"The price." Miranda asked again.

Hoffa covered his hair and turned his back to face Miranda. The urge to leave London and Britain became stronger and harder to stop. He rushed to the door of Miranda's room, held the doorknob, and his palm trembled like Parkinson's.

"When you were in first grade, you told me to live in the present, but now, look at you, you are already living in the past."

The voice behind him changed from worry and anxiety to a faint sarcasm. Hoffa slowly turned around. Miranda had taken off his glasses and completely turned into another person, a pale and vague weird.

"You really make my sister sad, Bach."

He admired his fingers in the moonlight: "Is the boundary between love and dislove so clear, or do you no longer believe in your instincts?"

Miller's voice was cold and harsh, and Miranda was different. Hoffa looked at the doorknob in his hand and said numbly: "Whatever you say, but it's too late to say anything. Le May has been picked up by the Ministry of Magic. Let’s go. And the person who asked me to send her over is Fatir. Fatir will definitely use her ability to resurrect his daughter, that’s for sure."

"Oh, what's the price?"

Miller asked again.

"Don't mention the price with me!"

Hoffa finally couldn't stand it anymore. He turned his head abruptly and looked at Miller like a photo on a death warrant: "I don't care!"

"If you really don't care, you won't want to leave like that."

Miller put down the palm of his hand and put his hand behind him: "After all, you know the price, but you love her too much, so you don’t want to think about it. You would rather self-hypnotize, pretend that you don’t understand anything, and push the innocent girl forward. Fire pit, let other people fulfill your wish."

boom!

Miller’s cold voice struck Hoffa like a thunderstorm. He shuddered all over his body. The happiness of the past few days completely disappeared in this second, as if being pushed out of a warm bed and fell directly into the cloth. A bathtub full of ice cubes.

At that moment, he saw Mans' face in a daze, and saw his face that was neither man nor woman, nor ghost, appeared in front of him: You must also be for yourself, Bach, for some ulterior purpose.

He let go and sat back on the bed, cold sweat almost soaking his back.

Miller’s vague face magnified in front of his eyes until it was close to his ear: “Bach, I have to remind you, whether or not Fatiel De Lasses is the same thing as you think, the surname Le May’s girls, I’m afraid they are all bad luck. Adebe told me one thing that in the past year, people in the Department of Mystery Affairs of the Ministry of Magic have almost invaded all the resources of the Ministry, and I don’t know what they are doing.

But every few days, corpses are carried out in that place, covered with white cloth. Those corpses were drained of souls, drained of lives, drained of magic power, and nothing left. Had it not been for Britain's inability to accept the attrition of the civil war because of the war, Wisengamo would have been involved in the investigation. "

Looking at Miller’s vague and weird face, Hoffa pushed him away with a jealous spirit: “No, it’s impossible. Her grandfather is Nico Lemay. I heard that he is the director of the Department of Mysteries. It may be bad for my granddaughter."

"The last guy who has lived for hundreds of years has made his whole family puppets. Have you forgotten such a thing?"

A cold wind blew in from outside the window, Hoffa thought of Silby, thought of Mans, thought of the blood vessel hanging on his body, the flowing bright red, thought of his nightmare.

As if to completely shatter his thoughts, there was a faint voice of discussion in Adbe's study next to Miranda's room. The voice was extremely low, but in Hoffa's ears at night, it was very clear.

"The fiscal deficit is more than five million gallons. Is this true?"

"His secretary personally told me that we can't wait any longer. He has completely deviated from the slogan of the campaign. I even think those words are nothing."

"You have to wait, Gosak. You can't just impeach Minister like this, without evidence."

"Then what are you going to do to bring down the entire British Ministry of Magic for the sake of his illusory plan?"

"Wait for him to finish what he wants to do, it won't take long."

"How do I know how long it will take? More and more people are dead, Israel, we must act quickly and stop the loss in time."

"Look at Nicole May, once that little girl has an accident, he will definitely have trouble for it. Then we will do it again, and the evidence is as strong as a mountain. Even if Fatier does it, no matter how concealed it is, we can't escape the punishment of Wisengamo. ."

Hoffa couldn't listen to the following conversation, he was completely awake, his dream turned into a bubble, showing the hideous fangs of reality.

If Fatir wants to resurrect his daughter, then he must need that magical bloodline power, and he will also draw Chloe's blood just like Mans.

One and a half years...

Chloe once said that her power can only bring people back a week ago. If you want to go back one and a half years ago, what price will it have to pay?

Hoffa's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he looked at his hands, like a super schoolmaster who saw his college entrance examination score of only 420 points, his head empty.

"What have I done...?"

"If you can't do it yourself, what's the point of what you said to me?" Miller finished speaking, putting on his glasses, and the blurred face returned to clarity.

Hoffa staggered up from the bed: "Where is the Ministry of Magic?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to at least ask Fatir, what on earth he wants to do." Hoffa clenched his fist tightly: "Tell me, Miranda, where is the Ministry of Magic?"