After the meeting, a very unhappy Hoffa wanted to talk to Miranda, hoping to change her mind, but she had already anticipated his thoughts, left the office early, and disappeared without a trace. She had no idea which country she had gone to.

He was extremely 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 to fifty years later, where he cycled more than six thousand times.

, stayed for three hundred thousand years.

If she had followed him to the underground of the Ministry of Magic last time, I'm afraid that no one would be there now. This time the decisive battle is imminent, and it is obvious that he will face a more dangerous battle. If he follows him at this time, how can Hoffa concentrate on dealing with it?

Silby.

In order to find Miranda, he silently recited the flow mantra in his heart.

This is an ability he gained after using the flow spell many times. With this ability, he can hear the voices of countless people in the world and know their locations. As long as they believe in him.

But the strange thing is that when he first started running the flow spell and knew nothing about the flow spell, he could hear Miranda's inner voice and feel her emotions.

But now, when he was able to use this spell proficiently, Miranda's voice could no longer be heard. I don't know if she had closed her heart to him, or if her voice was drowned in the ocean of information and could no longer be detected.

Hoffa stood sadly at the door of Dumbledore's office. It wasn't until Osilvia pushed him that he turned to look at her.

"Don't be distracted, Hoffa." Osivia said softly: "You are a little out of shape."

"I know." Hoffa said with a look of shame, "I will restrain myself."

"Come for a walk with me." Osivia took her palm out of her sleeve and gently pushed his back, "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

Hoffa and Osivia started walking slowly around the underground lagoon. The two occasionally talked, but most of them were just reminiscing about the past. Because Hoffa was worried, Osivia's face was also full of worry. The two finally ended up

There is no way to relax.

Finally, when walking along the lakeshore, 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 happiness to the world."

There will be drastic changes. But neither wizards nor Muggles can stand the ups and downs now. We must maintain stability."

"I understand." Hoffa replied calmly.

"Do you really understand, Hoffa?" Osivia's voice was soft and hoarse. "To maintain stability, you have to be more stable than anyone else. You are not stable enough now."

Hoffa was silent.

Osivia was right, he was indeed not stable enough. But why didn't he worry? Human emotions and desires were still entangled in him, so how could he completely abandon them.

Osivia looked at him seriously, "Hoffa, tell me, do you have any clues in Sylby's hands?"

Hoffa frowned: "Why do you ask?"

Osivia, "His letter clearly states that he wants to pin you down. I'm afraid you might have some leverage against him."

Hoffa thought carefully and said, "Only my wand is on him."

"Wand... wand..."

Osivia pondered for a moment and said: "I don't understand why he is so sure, but my suggestion is that you don't bring anything with you during our operation this time."

Hoffa looked at her confused.

She said: "Facing people like him, you must also become pure, pure and ruthless."

Pure and ruthless...

Hoffa thought to himself that he would like to be like Silby, a pure and ruthless person without pain at all. But is that what he can do? Besides Silby, is there anyone else in the world who can do it?

What?

But Osivia's words reminded him that that night, he found a very hidden spot in London's underground lagoon, and buried Chloe's soul stone and the little monster's glass ball in it, hoping to wait for all the dust to come out.

After settling down, start to deal with Chloe's body.

...

...

As the letter said, the next day, the four-person team composed of Hoffa, Miranda, Dumbledore, and Osilvia passed through the super floo network and came to Selivia on the Iberian Peninsula, which is Spain.

A safe house for surviving wizards in the area.

Starting from here, they spent a day arriving at the town indicated in the letter, Toledo.

Sure enough, just as Silby wrote in his letter, there is a car quietly waiting for Hoffa, or a train.

It was dusk now, and the train was parked alone in the wilderness of Toledo, emitting white smoke. The only company it had was the crow.

Hoffa and Dumbledore approached the train. Dumbledore put his wand in his hand and stared at the silent train cautiously, his blue eyes full of hostility.

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

Dumbledore: "It's really uncomfortable."

Hoffa boarded the train first and stuck his head in. The carriage felt familiar to him, and he suddenly remembered that it was this train that he and Osivia took when they sent Silby back to his hometown.

However, last time it was crowded, this time it was empty. The yellow sunset light shone in from the car window, painting the floor and seats with patches of gold.

There was no one on the train, no waiters, no other passengers, and no conductors. It just stopped here, waiting quietly.

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

They each took weapons and searched the carriage.

The car is divided into five sections, one section is a restaurant, and the restaurant is even filled with a dazzling array of food, including fresh fruits and steaming freshly baked bread.

One section is the bedroom, which contains four soft beds for resting. It seems that Silby even knows exactly how many people they will come.

One section is an ordinary carriage with many seats inside.

One section is the study room. There are many books in it. Hoffa randomly found a few and flipped through them. They were all handwritten ancient magic books and were extremely precious.

There is another section at the front of the car, which is equally empty.

There was no one in the entire car.

Osilvia put away her wand and looked at Dumbledore, confused: "What is he going to do?"

squeak...

Accompanied by a heartbreaking sound.

The train started to move, and the three of them immediately raised their wands. Hoffa took a step sideways and stopped in front of Miranda.

Squeak...squeak...squeak...

But it was just the sound of wheels turning. There was no one driving, and the wheels of the train started to turn on their own. The instrument panels in the locomotive also rotated, and the whole train spewed out thick smoke and started running on the rails on its own.

"It seems that the half-human king already knows that we are coming."

Dumbledore looked outside the train and put away his wand: "He's really a good judge of things."

"Whatever comes, take care of it," Osivia said. "No matter what you encounter, 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 runs across the wilderness, heading towards an unknown place.

Osilvia and Dumbledore had been talking in a low voice. They were anticipating what might happen and how to deal with it.

Hoffa lay in the bedroom car of the train, tossing and turning. He originally hoped that he could meditate to reach the best state to face Silby.

Only this night, it was really difficult for him to calm down.

After experiencing so many things, he has seen a lot of things clearly, and even feels that he has reached perfection. But when the huge unknown comes, he still can't help but think about the past, the future, and Ah

Graia, thinking of Miranda.

If he can defeat Silby, how will he deal with the relationship between the three? How will he face a new life?

After thinking for a long time, he had no answer.

Finally, he turned over and sat up. He looked for Miranda in the carriage. He had to talk to her alone, otherwise he would really not feel at ease.

Passing through Osilvia and Dumbledore who were talking secretly, Hoffa came to the train restaurant.

The clicking sound came from the restaurant, and Hoffa opened the car door.

Miranda was lying on the sofa in the restaurant, crossing her legs, eating an apple and making a clicking sound. Not only did she have an apple, she also had a lot of snacks piled around her.

"How can you just eat food from a car like this?" Hoffa said, "This is Sylby's car! Aren't you afraid that he would poison it?"

Miranda was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "You think too badly of him. I think he is not the kind of person who would poison himself at all."

"Yes, you think of him too well."

Hoffa was a little annoyed and closed the door.

Of course he knew that with Sylby's situation, it was impossible to do something like poisoning. He just didn't want to eat Sylby's food, let alone Miranda.

When he got closer, he found that Miranda was not only eating, but she was even holding a few books taken out from the train library. She was enjoying reading them. When he saw 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-human king. It's quite fun to read." Miranda said without raising her head: "It records a lot of embarrassing things about the four founders, which are not included in the history of Hogwarts.

Passed."
To be continued...