It took a long time for Hoffa to adapt to his strange short vacation. For a year, maybe four or five years, he was either fucking people or being fucked by others. Or he was on the way to fucking and being fucked.

But these days, he can eat whenever he wants and sleep whenever he wants, as long as he is not afraid of nightmares. He can even stay in bed all day long without getting up.

However, he still doesn't want to have nightmares, so he meditates almost every day instead of sleeping. Since he died once before and was rescued by the God of Night, he could hardly see the sun, so he usually meditates during the day and at night.

Go shopping again and buy some food at the 24-hour convenience store.

Fortunately, London is an international city with a rich nightlife, but don't get me wrong. In the area near Downing Street, where there are many high-ranking Muggle officials, there is no red light district, nor is there any mess.

Since it was wartime, it was basically normal for senior officials to work overtime until late at night. When a senior official worked overtime, it meant that everyone under him had to work overtime, so the night here was unexpectedly lively.

He could often see vehicles coming in and out of Downing Street behind the closed iron fence. He even saw with his own eyes the fat man with a big belly wearing a black top hat and holding a scepter in his hand.

A black Daimler DB18 got out of the car and entered and exited Downing Street.

When I first met him, he was so strange. He was a figure as famous as Stalin, Roosevelt, and Hitler. In the past, we could only see photos in history books.

But after a few days, he got used to it. Due to his excellent hearing, occasionally in the middle of the night, he could even hear Churchill in No. 10 Downing Street in the distance shouting something into the phone at the top of his lungs.

After he finished, there was another sound of the secretary tapping on the printer. Sometimes he could also hear the sound of the toilet flushing and the sound of him cursing and smoking.

On a street walking along Big Ben, there are many hidden but very high-standard restaurants and bars that are open 24 hours a day. Even if no one goes in, the elegant and soft orange lights are on inside.

However, after trying it once, Hoffa was dazzled by the prices on the menu. He felt that he could only make daily purchases here by killing himself and then giving his head to the police in exchange for money.

Of course, there are also many clothing stores here, all of which are very high-end custom-made handmade suit shops. I don’t know whether it’s because he’s used to it or because he’s still under age. Hoffa always doesn’t like the kind of suits that look very formal. Maybe those clothes will be replaced by Tom

If Riddle wears it, it will fit perfectly.

What he likes most is the simplest work clothes or casual suits. Maybe he is born to be socialist, and those suits with straight logos always make him feel a little breathless.

On the second night of his temporary stay at Miranda's house, he asked Miranda to take him to the Portobello Road Market in London on a motorcycle, where he bought a set of clean and tidy clothes. Miranda took great pains to help him choose.

However, due to his earrings and hair color, he looks very confused no matter how he matches it. In Miranda's words, he is simply a wandering artist and cannot go to formal occasions.

When Miranda stayed with him, she vowed to make breakfast for him every day, but the fact is that she is not a diligent girl. She usually sleeps until three o'clock in the morning before getting up, and when she gets up, she will find that

Hoffa's door was locked and it was impossible to knock it open.

In fact, she rarely saw Hoffa himself, because the two people's schedules were completely opposite. She would go to perform patrol protection tasks arranged by Hogwarts during the day, and would only come back during dinner.

Talk about things that happened during the day, or go shopping together, buy some things, have late-night snacks, etc.

Hoffa didn't tell Miranda what happened to him. He felt that what happened to him was unacceptable to most people. Fortunately, Miranda didn't ask him more about why he always slept during the day. Maybe she was just wishful thinking.

I think Hoffa was exhausted from running around all the time.

The short and pleasant holiday was as fast as riding a rocket. Before Hoffa could taste it, Christmas came in a blink of an eye. This made him even suspect that Mance was not dead yet, and was secretly manipulating time a hundred times.

The speed flows forward.

On Christmas Eve, Hoffa deliberately did not meditate much during the day. Before the first snowflake fell on the window edge, he came downstairs early because he heard the voice of another man in the living room.

When he came to the restaurant with his eyes squinted against the sun, the old professor Adebe Gorshak, who had been away for three years, was already sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper.

He was tall, wearing a homely gray robe, holding a newspaper in his hand, and his short gray hair looked slightly bald in the sun.

Adebe Gorshack, the former Vice-Principal of Hogwarts, Dean of Ravenclaw, Miranda Gorshack's grandfather, and her only living relative. He was her first-year Charms teacher.

He also gave Grindelwald's spell, Broken Grip, to himself. However, in his second grade, he temporarily handed over the position of dean to Dumbledore because of the war, and he went to the Soviet Union to perform an unknown mission.

This was the first time Hoffa saw him after four years.

"Professor Gorshak."

Hoffa quickened his pace and came to the dining table.

"Bach, did you get up so early today?"

Adebe didn't show the slightest surprise at his arrival. It didn't look as if he hadn't seen him for three years, but as if he hadn't seen him for three days. "I heard from Miranda that you have to sleep until the afternoon every day."

"That's not the case..."

Hoffa covered his head with his hands and said with a smile.

Compared with the calmness of the old professor, he seemed much more awkward. After all, he was a guest, and he was the actual owner of this house. I had stayed at his house for so many days and I couldn't even say hello to him. It was really embarrassing.

Excuse me.

"Are you still getting used to living there?" Professor Gorshak asked.

"Very good." Hoffa said: "Miranda is very good, and Petty is very good."

"That's good," Professor Gorshak nodded expressionlessly. He picked up the wand at hand and waved it a little. The chair under the table automatically moved under his buttocks.

"sit."

Adebe put down the newspaper and said briefly.

Hoffa sat at the dining table, and the Christmas sunshine shone on his face through the snowflakes on the glass, causing him to involuntarily feel a burning pain.

At this time, Miranda also woke up. She walked up the stairs in her slippers, still wearing her obsidian earrings and her newly learned dark lips.

When she saw Professor Gorshak, she didn't even say hello. She just sat down in the sunny corner of the dining table and said good morning to Hoffa. Seeing her like this, Adebe Gorshak frowned.

Hoffa was very grateful to Miranda for inadvertently blocking him from the sun, but at the same time, he also felt that the atmosphere in the restaurant was a bit tight. He had long known that the two men had incompatible personalities. When Miranda was in the first grade, she did not hesitate to avoid meeting Professor Gorshak.

After missing a whole year of Charms class, Hoffa believed that the departure of second-year Professor Gorshak was largely due to the fact that he had nothing to do with his granddaughter, so he took the initiative to let her go.

Hoffa knew that the Gorschak family was actually a German family that moved to England after World War I. The old professor more or less retained some of the rigidity and seriousness of German men. Sometimes he also felt that the German nation was strange. They

On the one hand, some rigid, very measured, and rigorous people will be born, just like Professor Gorshak.

But at the same time, the opposite will also produce very rebellious bands and singers. They resist all day long, but the core of rebellion is difficult for Hoffa, an outsider, to understand. Perhaps for the more elegant and traditional British,

It was also difficult to understand. But he felt that Miranda had a tendency to develop in that direction.

At this time, the house elf Petty came out of the kitchen, carrying a large tray and diligently placing food on the dining table. The breakfast was much richer than usual. There was bread, bacon, orange juice, milk, and oatmeal.

"You must have suffered a lot running outside."

Adebe stood up and put bacon on Hoffa's plate: "I see you look a little pale."

"No, it's okay... No need, I'll do it myself."

Hoffa was flattered, quickly stood up, took the plate, and took two slices himself.

"Um."

Adebe sat back and looked Hoffa up and down: "I have heard all about you. You have made great progress in the past two years. I am very pleased."

Hoffa chewed the bacon and his eyes fell on Adebe's newspaper. It was the same newspaper Miranda showed him, about Bournemouth. There was no doubt that he also believed that he had done it.

, and judging from the appreciation in his eyes, he thought this was an improvement.

"well enough."

Hoffa said politely. He took the milk from the elf and asked friendly: "By the way, why did you go to the Ministry of Magic?"

"This is also an arrangement from above. Just like when I went to the Soviet Union, I was just following orders." Adebe said calmly, "But when the Ministry of Magic matter is over, I still have to return to Hogwarts."

The old professor said, lowering his head to drink the fruit oatmeal on his plate without making any sound. His poker face was the same as when he first entered school, making everyone who saw him fear him.

So he stopped talking and drank his cereal.

Suddenly, I felt a chill on my feet.

Hoffa couldn't help but glance at Miranda and found that she was spreading jam on bread seriously. Although her face was expressionless, she was stepping on her feet dishonestly and making circles on her insteps with her toes.

, scratch the itch to make it worse.

He angrily stepped on Miranda, preventing her from moving.

But she kicked both of her feet over. Hoffa couldn't help but laugh. He put his knees on the table, his feet in the air, curled up and drank porridge. He pretended that she couldn't kick herself.

Adebe Gorshak glanced at the two of them and shook his head inconspicuously. After breakfast ended in silence, Gorshak wiped his thin lips and said from a distance: "Petty."

The neatly dressed house elf put on his gloves and poked his head out from behind the kitchen: "What's the matter, Master?"

"Prepare some more vegetarian food. I have some political friends coming tonight," Gorshak said.

The elf was very surprised: "But, the lady said, there are only three people."

Miranda also raised her head and said in surprise: "Yes, we agreed that there will only be three of us."

"Things have changed," Professor Gorshak's eyes softened a little, and he looked at Hoffa: "You don't mind."

"I don't mind." Hoffa said immediately with a smile on his face, "I can leave early if it's inconvenient."

"No."

Adebe Gorshak said categorically: "You must stay."

Hoffa's expression stiffened for a moment, then nodded.

"That...okay..."

Professor Gorshak nodded with satisfaction, "Miranda, take him to Anderson and Shepard and get his clothes back. Also, pack up your Third World gangster outfit and don't embarrass me tonight."

He stared at Miranda's ears and mouth displeased.

Squeak!!

With a heartbreaking sound, the silver spoon in Miranda's hand was twisted into twists. She raised her head and pushed up her glasses.
To be continued...