In the quiet common room, Hoffa looked at the guy who suddenly appeared behind him in disbelief, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"It's really strange. How did you get in?"

Qiu Zhang said slowly, the Asian face was a little blurry.

Hoffa slowly came to his senses from the state of shock, and he figured it out. On the train, there was no doubt that she was controlling Cedric Diggory to search for him.

But is she really the Qiu Zhang in the original work?

Hoffa expressed his doubts. He couldn't be more familiar with that vague face and cold temperament. Of course, this guy's spirit is profound and unpredictable, and it is far more terrifying than it was fifty years ago.

"Miller, is it you...?"

"Yep." Miller smiled slightly, his face becoming blurry.

"Can you leave Miranda?" Hoffa became happy. Although he didn't see Miranda, he was very happy to see anyone he had ever known.

"Yes, but you still have to rely on others to speak." Miller said lazily: "This is an Asian wizard lady I met a few days ago. How is it? Is it to your liking?"

He actually smiled, rubbed his chest with his hands, and picked up the sling: "Want to see, we can do something interesting in the sacred lounge, under the statue of Ronai Ravenclaw."

Hoffa burst into laughter: "Are you a pervert? You must be attached to a woman. Why can't you find a male to possess you?"

He couldn't help but tease: "Or have you lived in your sister's body for so long that you already think of yourself as a woman, Sister Miller?"

The smile on Miller's face disappeared and became a little cold. He controlled Qiu Zhang to pick up the elastic sling on his shoulder and flicked it.

Hoffa was not aware of it and still smiled: "The possessed girl sneaked into the girls' dormitory. I also want to have such an ability."

Snap!!

The sling made a squeaking sound.

"Go to hell!"

Qiu Zhang, who was possessed by Miller, rushed towards Hoffa without warning. Hoffa hugged him and the two fell heavily in front of the fireplace.

In the flash of lightning, Miller raised his hand and stabbed Hoffa's chin, "the bone was bent and twisted."

Suddenly, Hoffa's body floated uncontrollably, and every joint was twisted in the opposite direction. Even his head was bent 180 degrees. His posture looked very weird.

Miller put his finger on Hoffa's neck: "You are even meaner than you were fifty years ago. How about another fight?"

Hoffa turned his head and looked at him, his tongue tied.

However, a crimson light flashed in his eyes, and the bent joints became extremely soft. As he circled and entangled, he turned into a soft squid over two meters long, with eight tentacles wrapping Miller like soft glue.

Miller roared hoarsely, "I should have guessed that the owl is you, okay, an Animagus that turns into a different creature!"

The squid head turned back into Hoffa's head, but his lower body was suddenly a squid. He just squirmed and wrapped around Miller, and said unhappily: "We're about to start a fight when we meet. Where's Miranda? Why doesn't she come to see me?"

Miller screamed: "Shut up, Phantom Blade!"

Dozens of ghosts emerged from the shadows of the common room. They were wearing broken armor, raised their transparent blades, and slashed straight at Hoffa's neck, making a huge noise for a while.

Hoffa, who turned into a squid, was startled. Seeing that those extremely sharp blades were about to fall on him, he immediately covered Miller's mouth, his tentacles shrank, and his back expanded, turning into a nondescript creature similar to a stone turtle.

of creatures.

Clang clang clang!

Dozens of ghost scimitars slashed at Hoffa's back, sending out a large string of sparks and making a tinkling sound.

Hoffa's heart jumped in the air. He was still drinking Polyjuice Potion at the moment. If a Ravenclaw student heard the sound and came out to see it, it would be all over.

The nerves were tense for a long time, but no one came out. Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and shouted angrily in a low voice: "What are you doing, idiot, do you want to lure Dumbledore here?"

Miller was extremely cold: "Why can't you lure him here? What bad idea are you planning? Go to the bone!"

The intense red light exploded and hit Hoffa's chest.

Hoffa didn't expect this guy to actually use the Cruciatus Curse on him. He was hit by the Cruciatus Curse off guard and retreated continuously. Finally, he fell under the bust of Ravenclaw, holding on to the bookshelf to prevent himself from falling.

He looked at Miller breathlessly, his face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat dropped from his face drop by drop. Every muscle in his body was twitching crazily after being hit by the Cruciatus Curse, as if there were countless knives working crazily.

The pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

Even when it came to taking action, he regarded Miller as Miranda's younger brother and kept his hand at every turn, but he didn't expect that this guy would be so unscrupulous.

"You...you used...the Cruciatus Curse on me!?"

Qiu Zhang's face disappeared, and the faceless man Miller slowly turned his head.

More and more glittering ghosts crawled out, dragging transparent blades and surrounding Hoffa.

There was strong anger in the air.

The false gentleness they had when they first met a few minutes ago was torn to pieces and was gone.

Hoffa: "Did you manipulate Cedric Diggory into coming to me?"

Miller: "Not bad."

"How did you know I was on the train?" Hoffa stared at Miller. "Why are you so sure of my location and why are you looking for me?"

Miller flicked his fingers, with some deep disgust on his blurred face. He said slowly, "Do you think I want to come to you? Bach, do you think that fifty years for others is just a moment?"

I cast this Cruciatus Curse on my sister who can never let go."

"I...have never done...anything to apologize to you, sister!" Hoffa's teeth chattered and he said word for word. Miller's Cruciatus Curse was as pure as highly concentrated sulfuric acid.

, washed over his bones, and the magic contained in it caused him extreme pain.

"Yes, apart from giving her hope and then letting her despair, she eventually completely disappeared from her life." Miller said lightly.

"You...you...!"

Hoffa's speech was slurred under the severe heart-piercing pain.

"You what?"

Miller sneered: "Now that things have happened, I can see your true nature clearly. Maybe you Hoffabach doesn't love anyone, neither your sister nor Aglaia. You only love yourself and only love excitement."

A life of endless adventure.”

"You, you fart!"

Hoffa finally cursed.

He stood up panting.

After a few seconds of tit-for-tat confrontation, the heart-wrenching pain faded away like a tide, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness. Thinking of the last meeting between himself and Miranda, he had no motivation to fight again.

I could only wave my hand tiredly: "You win, Miller, I don't want to fight you. But I cannot accept the accusation you made against me. I want to see Miranda in person."

The surrounding glittering ghosts slowly turned into debris and disappeared. Miller looked a little calmer, and he put down his palm:

"Some things, if you miss them, you miss them. How your sister is doing now has nothing to do with you."

"Can't you let go after fifty years?"

"But not everyone is as carefree and chic as you, Mr. Bach, the prodigal son." Miller sneered: "She asked me to give you something. That's why I looked for you on the train."

"What does Miranda want you to give me?"

"Don't worry about it now, I want to ask you, what are you doing with your sister?" Miller crossed his arms.

"I..." Hoffa felt a little embarrassed to speak.

"Oh~ You must have encountered something again and no one is helping you, right?" Miller sneered and said, "Tell me, how much do you need to borrow?"

Hoffa: "......"

"I need to learn the three unforgivable curses within tonight." He sighed and said honestly.

"Yo?"

Miller's face with no facial features became very surprised: "This is actually a request. I really didn't expect that a guy like you would need the three unforgivable curses?"

Hoffa thought for a while and told Miller his wishes, including the goals of Voldemort and Nicolas Flamel.

Miller remained silent. After listening to Hoffa's statement, he muttered: "Huh, resurrection spell, no wonder you came to Hogwarts... My sister really sees through you."

Hoffa: "What, how did Miranda know I was coming to Hogwarts? What on earth was she going to give me?"

"Don't worry about the things my sister gave you. I'll help you get through the difficulties at hand first."

"Really?" Hoffa saw a turning point. If it was Miller, of course it would be possible. He, like her sister, was a genius in spells.

"certainly."

Miller smiled and raised his finger maliciously: "You can help me if you want, but you have to let me use the Cruciatus Curse on you a hundred times. If you agree, I will help you. If you don't agree, I will slap you."

Two separate parties?"

Hoffa's heart just returned to its normal position before it fell back to the bottom.

"A hundred times the Cruciatus Curse!?"

Thinking of the boundless pain just now, Hoffa said angrily: "Are you a devil?"

"If you want to learn the three unforgivable curses, how can you not experience it yourself?" Miller said with a fake smile.

"are you serious?"
To be continued...