Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

After the meeting, Hoffa, who was very upset, wanted to talk to Miranda, hoping to change her mind, but she had anticipated his thoughts a long time ago, and she left the office early and disappeared. She didn't know which country she went to.

He was helpless.

Miranda didn’t know the danger the last time he met Silby. That time, Fatir, the Minister of Magic, died directly, and he was exiled fifty years later, where he circulated more than 6,000 times. , Stayed 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 that moment. This decisive battle is imminent. Obviously he is going to face a more dangerous battle. At this time, how can Hoffa concentrate on dealing with Silby.

In order to find Miranda, he meditated the heart flow curse so silently 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 the strange thing is that when he first started running the flow spell and knew nothing about it, he could hear Miranda's inner voice and feel her emotions.

But now, when he could use the spell proficiently, Miranda's voice was no longer audible. 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.

"Don'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."

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 very worried, Osivia's face was also full of worries. After all, the two couldn't relax.

Finally, as the walkway was on the shore of the lake, Osivia stopped, looked at the dark lake, and said, "Hoffa, no matter what you are thinking, it doesn’t matter anymore. I can foresee that that guy will bring to the world. It's going to change drastically. But now the wizards and Muggles can't stand the toss, we have to 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 was silent.

Osivia is right, he is indeed not stable enough. But why doesn't he worry, the human emotions 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: "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 thought carefully, and said, "Only my wand is on him."

"The magic wand... the magic wand..."

Osivia pondered for a moment and said, "I don't understand why he is so determined, but my advice is, this time our action, 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 suffering at all. But can he do it? Apart from Silby, is there anyone else in the world who can 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 and the little monster’s glass ball in it, hoping to wait for all the dust. After it's settled, set out to solve Chloe's body.

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As the letter said, the next day, a four-person team consisting of Hoffa, Miranda, Dumbledore, and Osivia came to Selivia on the Iberian Peninsula, which is Spain. A safe house for surviving wizards.

From here, it took them a day to arrive at the town pointed out in the letter, Toledo.

Sure enough, as Silby wrote in the letter. There is a car waiting quietly for Hoffa, or a train.

It was dusk now, and the train stopped alone in the wilderness of Toledo with white smoke. Only the crow accompanied it.

Hoffa and Dumbledore approached the train. Dumbledore put his wand in his palm and stared at the quiet train carefully, with hostility in his blue eyes.

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

Dumbledore: "It's really uncomfortable."

Hoffa boarded 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 their hometown, it was this train that he had boarded.

It's just that the last time it was overcrowded, this time it was empty. The yellow sunset light shines through the car window, and the floor and seats are painted with golden accents.

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

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

They each carried their weapons and searched in the carriage.

This car is divided into five sections. One section is a restaurant. The restaurant is even filled with a dazzling array of food, fresh fruit, steaming bread just baked.

One 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 with many seats.

One section was a study room with many books in it. Hoffa randomly found a few books and turned them through. Those are all handwritten ancient magical books, which are extremely precious.

Another section is the front of the car, which is also empty.

There is no one in the whole car.

Osivia put away his wand, looked at Dumbledore, and asked in perplexity, "What is he going to do?"

Creak...

Accompanied by a sour voice.

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

Squeak... Squeak... Squeak...

But it was just the sound of the wheels turning, and the wheels of the train turned on their own without a driver. 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 coming."

Dumbledore looked at the outside of the train and put away his wand: "It's really a wise guy."

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

Hoffa didn't speak, he glanced at Miranda behind him, and she 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 had been talking in low voices. They were anticipating what might happen and the strategies to deal with them, and they kept talking.

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

Only this night, he was really hard to meditate.

After experiencing so many things, he has seen a lot of things very openly, and even feels that he has reached Consummation. 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 about it 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.

After passing through the secret conversations of Osivia and Dumbledore, Hoffa came to the train restaurant.

The click came from the restaurant, and Hoffa opened the door.

Miranda was lying on the sofa in the dining room, 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 for a moment, and then smiled: "You have made him too obsessive. I think he is not the kind of person who can poison at all."

"Yes, you took him too well."

Hoffa closed the door a little annoyed.

Of course he knew that it was impossible to do poisoning in Silby's structure. He just didn't want to eat Silby's things, and he didn't want Miranda to eat his things.

After approaching, he found that Miranda was not only eating, but even holding a few books from the train library. Reading with relish. 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, which are not written in the history of Hogwarts. Ever."

Hoffa: "....."

Miranda: "You know, these are all written after he was cursed, and the writing is so humorous, there is not much pain at all. I think he is really interesting."

"Really, you think he is quite interesting!" Huo Fafa was a little sour.

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

"You admire him," Hoffa said.

"Don't you?" Miranda asked.

Hoffa didn't speak, he was a little uncomfortable. He kept reminding himself, don't think about it, don't worry about it. Defeat Silby and then return to fifty years later. But the violet fragrance on Miranda's body penetrated his nostrils reluctantly, making his heart beat faster. 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 through him. She turned the pages of the book calmly and asked Hoffa: "After this is over, where are you going to go, 50 years from now?"

Calm words are like torture, Hoffa nodded hard: "Yes."

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

Hoffa felt that his intestines were knotted. He slowly stood up and walked to the door of the restaurant. He finally couldn't help it. He turned his head and suppressed his anger: "Do you know how dangerous Silby is? Why do you want to talk to me? Contrary to the tune, come to this place of right and wrong."

My pleasure. Miranda flipped through the book and said calmly.

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

Miranda looked up from the back of the book in astonishment: "I have explained the reason why I wanted to come. I walked out of the safe house to defeat him, not to help you. Don't be affectionate."

"Okay, I'm not passionate," Hoffa gritted his teeth, his voice suppressed to the limit: "Then what did you mean that night?"

Miranda raised her slender eyebrows and looked at him with a smile. "What night?"

"You knowingly ask," Hoffa turned blue.

"Oh, you said that night."

Miranda put down the book and held her arms. "It's not interesting. I am a normal woman. It is 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 said incredulously. "Do friends help each other?"

After that night, he often felt guilty that he was a scumbag. He didn't expect this guy to be more open than he saw. Then she was a scumbag?

"How rare, it sounds like you haven't."

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

She even walked off the sofa and came to Hoffa. She stretched out her finger to lift his chin, and said frivolously, "What's wrong, if you need help, now we can pull the curtain up and do it again."

Hoffa's eyes were full of incomprehensibility and strangeness.

"Not willing."

Miranda put down her finger calmly, "Forget it then."

After speaking, she held the doorknob and was about to leave.

"You stop for me!" Hoffa grabbed her by the shoulder, forced her to break her, pressed her against the wall, and said excitedly: "I refuse to accept your indifferent attitude. What are you thinking about and why do you want to do this? I?"

"Leave me alone!"

The lines on Miranda's face, who had been broken by Hoffa, were abnormally tight. She shook her shoulders and shook off Hoffa's hand. She pressed her lips tightly, and her expression fluctuated for the first time. The fluctuations seemed extremely dangerous to her.

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

Hoffa: "I..."

"Does it matter to make a mistake? Is it difficult to satisfy my fantasies?"

"I..." Hoffa didn't know what to say for a moment, he hesitated, looked at her, and some thought came up in his mind.

Miranda waited for a moment, her eyes flushed.

"Don't you want to tell me what to tell me after fifty years!" She breathed tremblingly in Hoffa's ear: "I don't want your charity, I won't go anywhere, this is over, you love to go Go anywhere."

After speaking, she slammed the door open and slammed it shut.

The gust of wind blew in from the opening in the car compartment, and the curtains of the car were blowing wildly. This time, Hoffa did not stop her again. 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 would not be able to go with him fifty years later.

She and Aglaia are completely two kinds of people, completely different from an early age. An emotional ups and downs, joy, anger, sorrow and joy are written on his face. The other is a dull gourd, never showing emotions or anger, but they are all Ravenclaws who are extremely autonomous and even self-conscious, just like him.

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

However, he began to be confused, confused by the abnormal fluctuations in his heart, confused his understanding of life. Whenever he felt that he could finally control his life, it would always jump out in unexpected places and slap him severely.