Bang!

Miranda's room door was closed. Then, she closed the window, cutting off the laughter and sweet music downstairs. Immediately, they fell out of the joyful atmosphere and fell into a quiet and unknown world.

"What's up?"

Hoffa asked tentatively with a smile on his face. But he was a little uneasy in his heart. This guy had a sad expression from the beginning of eating to dancing, which made him confused.

"Did you have fun?"

"Why are you unhappy? Are you unhappy?"

Hoffa sat on Miranda's bed, looking at the blue veins under her neck, and suddenly felt thirsty from dancing: "Pour me a glass of water."

Miranda had no expression on her face. She took out a cup out of thin air and tapped it with her wand. The cup was filled with water. She handed the cup to Hoffa, folded her arms and leaned on the desk, looking gloomy.

Hoffa took a sip of water and kept his eyes on Miranda. There was no light on in the bedroom, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.

"Can I have a few words with you alone?"

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

"Say, you dragged me into the room."

"I kind of don't recognize you."

"ah?"

"I remember that you used to run away from people at Hogwarts for fear of being flattered by others, and you were more introverted than me. But now, you pick up any topic and dance, and you are really having fun." Miranda began.

He spoke very slowly, but the more he spoke, the more he started to chatter, wandering around the room complaining: "Are you a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor? After a year and a half outside, who are you?"

What have I experienced, why has it changed so much, and why do I feel more and more strange."

"This is your home, and I'm embarrassing you with a straight face?" Hoffa took a sip of water, "Actually, I dance for you, and you don't even talk to the guests at home...

Miranda became excited: "I don't care about ignoring those people, and I don't want to please them. I just feel..."

"What do you think?"

"You don't need me anymore."

Miranda said: "I think you are happier with them than with me. I feel that our friendship will not last long. I even feel that tonight is the last time I see you."

The smile on Hoffa's face slowly disappeared. He put the cup back on the table, took out his tie with his hand, untied it and threw it on Miranda's bed. Then he pulled the collar of the boring suit and sat down.

She rubbed her head in bed with a severe headache.

"What's wrong with you?" Miranda asked.

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

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

"You, you..."

Hoffa was helpless and didn't know how to explain it. He could only spread his hands and sighed: "Happiness and emotion are two different things, Miranda. I think you hate Adebe, but he is your grandfather after all. There is still a first grader.

When we were together, you almost killed me. How could that be called happiness? But didn’t we still become friends?

So, feelings are irreplaceable. Although I had a lot of fun with them, it was just a show and it was all fake."

Miranda raised her eyebrows, her melancholy expression disappeared. She rolled her eyes at Hoffa, put down her arms, pulled up a chair and sat in front of him, "That's really it."

"Have I lied to you?"

"Then what did you think, that you agreed to my grandpa?"

"I have to give Professor Gorshak some face. Your grandfather is a socialite and a mainstay." Hoffa said calmly.

"So it's just a temporary measure. You fool them, but you can still go your own way tomorrow?"

Hoffa nodded, "Probably."

Miranda tightened her grip on the back of the chair, and her face turned pale: "Actually... I've been very happy these past few days, and I think you are also very happy, so why don't you stay in the UK forever?

Just… give Adebe’s advice a little thought.”

Hoffa glanced at the moon outside the window, paused for a few seconds and shook his head: "It's already very late, Miranda. If anything really happens, we can contact you in writing in the future."

"lie."

Miranda's smile that just appeared disappeared immediately: "I just said that I have feelings, but now I don't want to tell the truth to me. I'm warning you, Bach, if you treat me as a fool, then you are a stupider bastard than me.

.”

Hoffa was helpless: "Miranda."

"Um."

She nodded seriously. That serious look made Hoffa a little at a loss. He suddenly didn't know what to say.

"I'm listening."

Miranda reminded him.

"Miranda, I am a very dangerous person."

Hoffa thought for a long time before he figured out the words. He said slowly: "Those people, they left a deeper mark on me than you think."

"Then what?"

Miranda asked.

Hoffa got stuck again.

"What on earth are you thinking about? Can't you talk to me honestly?"

"Is Hogwarts safe this year?"

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

"Look, as long as I'm not around, nothing happens at Hogwarts," Hoffa said.

Miranda smiled, revealing her white teeth in the moonlight. Her face turned cold as she smiled.

"You mean those weirdos are all here for you. As long as you stay away from us, we won't be in any danger, right?"

"almost."

Hoffa muttered.

"You are so narcissistic."

Miranda sneered.

"Isn't it?"

"At least I'm not a first grader. You came to me."

Miranda sighed, and in the darkness she stretched out her hand to straighten Hoffa's collar, "I know you won't learn anything at Hogwarts, and I also know your hatred for Grindelwald. But you...

.But you...hey, I can help you, Hoffa. Many people will help you."

"The last person who helped me is no longer here, Miranda."

Hoffa said stiffly.

"Are you going to stop using ropes for the rest of your life just because you were bitten by a snake? The Hoffa Bach I know is not so fragile. Listen, I love Aglaia very much, but I also love you very much, Hoffa, don't

Don’t run away from us anymore.”

"I'm not running away, not at all."

"Then come back. You have the right to choose, right?"

Hoffa shook his head slowly, "Not now."

"When will that happen?"

"Wait until she comes back."

"Who?" Miranda asked, "Who's coming back."

"Aglaia."

Hoffa looked away.

Miranda's expression became a little obscure, and she didn't say anything for a long time. She touched the ground with the soles of 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 Huo.

Law.

"What do you want me to say about you? How could a smart wizard like you not understand? Her death was not your fault. It was Grindelwald's conspiracy. The purpose was to destroy your spirit. You shouldn't

To let him succeed, what you should do is face reality and stop fantasizing."

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

"who?"

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

"Oh, I know, Flamel."

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