Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

Boom!

The door to Miranda's room closed. Afterwards, she closed the window again, isolating the happy laughter and cheerful voices and the pleasant music downstairs. Immediately, they fell out of the joyous atmosphere and fell into a quiet and unknown world.

"What's wrong?"

Hoffa asked tentatively with a smile on his face. But there was some anxiety in his heart. From the beginning of the meal to the dance, this guy always had a mournful expression, which made him puzzled.

"Have fun?"

"Why are you not happy?"

Hoffa sits on Miranda's bed and looks at her neck Under the blood vessels of Azure, I suddenly felt a little thirsty for dancing and dancing: "Pour me a glass of water."

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

Hoffa took a sip of water, keeping her eyes on Miranda. There is no light in the bedroom, and the atmosphere is a bit weird.

"Can I say something to you alone?"

After thinking about it for a while, Miranda took a deep breath.

"Say, you brought me into the room."

"I don't recognize you anymore."

"Huh?"

"I remember that you didn't just run away at Hogwarts, for fear that others would praise you, and you were more introverted than me. But now, you can answer all topics, dance all dances, and play really well." Miranda started talking slowly, but the more she said it, the more she opened up the chatterbox, dangling in the room and complaining: "Are you Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. After a year and a half outside, what have you experienced? , Why is there such a big change and why I feel more and more unfamiliar."

"This is your home, I am embarrassed by my stern face?" Hoffa drank his mouth, "In fact, I dance for If you jump, you don't even talk to the guests at home...

Miranda gets excited: "I don't care about ignoring that group of people, and don't want to please them. I just think..."

"What do you think? "

"You don't need me anymore. "

Miranda said: "I think you are happier with them than with me. I don’t think our friendship will last long. Even I think tonight is my last See you once. "

The smile on Hoffa's face slowly disappeared, he put the cup back on the table, pulled out his bow tie with his hand, untied it, threw it on Miranda’s bed, and then tugged his body. Annoyed by the collar of the suit, sitting on her bed rubbed her head with a headache.

"What's wrong with you? Asked Miranda.

"Merlin Beard, why do you think that way?" "

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

"You..."

Hoffa is very helpless, and he doesn't know how to explain, he just spread his hands and sighed: "Happy and emotional They are two different things, Miranda. I think you hate Adbey, but he is your grandfather after all. When there was First Year, you almost killed me. Could that be happy? But don't we still become friends?

So, feelings are irreplaceable. Although I am having fun with them, they are just acting on occasion, and they are all fake. "

Miranda raised her eyebrows, and her gloomy expression disappeared. She gave Hoffa a white look, put down her arms, and pulled up the chair to sit in front of him, "It really is. "

"I lied to you? "

"Then what did you think, so you agreed to my grandfather? "

"I can't help but give face to Professor Gorsak. Your grandfather is a celebrity and a mainstay. "Hoffa indifferently said.

"So that's just a stopgap measure. If you fool them, will you still go on your own tomorrow?" "

Hoffa nodded, "Probably it should be. "

Miranda held the back of the chair and tightened her palm, her face turned pale: "Actually...I am very happy the past few days, I think you are also very happy, so , Isn’t it okay to stay in Britain, even if it’s just... Consider Adebe’s suggestion for a moment. "

Hoffa glanced at the moon outside the window, and shook the head after a few seconds of pause: "It's too late, Miranda, if there is anything really going on, we can contact us in writing in the future." "

"Lying. "

The smile that Miranda had just surfaced disappeared immediately: "I just said that I have feelings, but now I don't want to tell the truth. I can warn you, Bach, if you treat me as a fool, then you are a stupid bastard than me. "

Hoffa is helpless: "Miranda. "

"en. "

She is very serious and nodded. The serious look made Hoffa a little confused. He suddenly didn't know what to say.

"I am listening. "

Miranda reminded him.

"Miranda, I am a very dangerous person. "

Hoffa thought about it for a long time before he figured out the words. He said slowly, "Those people, the marks they left on me are more profound than you think." "

"And then? "

Miranda asked.

Hoffa is stuck again.

"What are you thinking, can't you talk frankly with me?" "

"Is this year's Hogwarts safe?" "

"You are right. We have reorganized the school and revised the school rules. New defensive measures have also been put in place, which is very safe. "

"Look, as long as I am away, Hogwarts will be fine. "Hoffa said.

Miranda smiled. She showed her white teeth in the moonlight, and her face became cold when she smiled.

"You mean those weird people. They are all coming for you. As long as you stay away from us, we won't be threatened in any way, right? "

"Almost. "

Hoffa murmured.

"You are really narcissistic. "

Miranda sneered.

"Isn't it. "

"At least I am not, you came to me for First Year. "

Miranda sighed, and in the dark, she extended the hand and took care of Hoffa's collar. "I know you can't learn anything at Hogwarts, and I also know your hatred of Grindelwald." But you...but you...hey, I can help you, Hoffa. Many people will help you. "

"The last person who helped me, already not in, Miranda. "

Hoffa said bluntly.

"You were bitten by a snake, so you don't need a rope for the rest of your life?" The Hoffa.Bach I know is not so vulnerable. Listen, I love Aglaia very much, but I also love you very much, Hoffa, don't run away from us anymore. "

"I didn't escape, not at all. "

"Then come back, you have the right to choose, right? "

Hoffa shook her head slowly, "Not now. "

"When will it work? "

"Wait for her to come back. "

"Who? "Miranda asked: "Who is coming back." "

"Aglaia. "

Hoffa don't turn your head.

Miranda's expression became a little obscure, she didn't say anything for a while, she touched the soles of her feet, stood up and walked around the room for a long time, again She rubs her hair and clicks on the table. Finally, she rubs her face and faces Hoffa.

"What do you want me to say about you, how can a smart wizard like you fail to understand? , Her death is not your fault, it is Grindelwald's conspiracy, the purpose is to destroy your spirit, you should not 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? "

"The one I brought back from France. "

"Oh, I know, Flamel. "

Miranda's tone was slightly sharp: "Why, what is her relationship with you?" "

"It doesn't matter what the relationship is, but do you know her ability?" "

Hoffa looked at all around and whispered a few words in Miranda's ear like a thief.

Miranda's face suddenly changed.

"Impossible, no one can travel through time and space. "

"I saw it with my own eyes. "

Hoffa stood up short of breath: "There is no doubt that she took me back three days ago. When I was in France, I saw two of myself. "

"Do you know how three days are different from a year?" Hoffa. Miranda also stood up, with an extremely worried expression: "Since ancient times, none of the wizards who dare to play with time have a good ending. Listen, if that woman really has this ability, the only result waiting for her is death. You must Stay away from her! "

"Miranda! I did not lie to you! ! "Helpless transformed into excited, he pressed Miranda's shoulder: "Have you ever thought about it, even if it is only a little probability." "

Miranda looked sideways at the photo on the table, clenched her fists in motionless, after a while, she said with a little choked hoarse:

"What about the price?" "

"The price? "Hoffa was taken aback for a moment, look pale, and he faltered: "Wh... what... the price? "

"This kind of power similar to Spiritual God falls on a mortal. Is there no cost? I don't believe it. "

Hoffa shuddered, and said with difficulty: "The magic power runs away. "

"Magic power ran away, how old is she?" "

"Sixteen, similar to us. "

"At the age of sixteen, he still went crazy with magic power. What is this concept? Except for the silent Obscurus, I can hardly find anything that would run away with magic power at the age of sixteen. There is no case of silent Obscurus that can live before adulthood. The last guy who ran away with magic power was named Christen Beilburn. Grindelwald controlled all this in New York at the time. He was the oldest of all Obscurus, and he didn't live much old. "

"Miranda, she is a nun, I know her, she is very kind, not a monster. "

"Then have you thought about it, if she is really harmless to humans and animals, why would Nicholas Flamel send her to France? Why should she be exposed to theology? This power belongs to Spiritual God, even to the devil, but it definitely does not belong to human beings. "

Hoffa doesn't know how to answer the conversation. Miranda is Ravenclaw. Smart is her essential quality, and she is not lacking at all. But the more wise she is, the more he speaks. It's difficult to accept, because he can't find a reason to refute.

Miranda continued: "Even if you really go back in time and change Aglaia's destiny, what about it? Your past has become your future, you just created a new parallel world. But this world, our world, nothing has changed, the only change is that we completely lose you! Is it worth it? "

"Isn't it worth it?" "

Hoffa is a little irritable. He doesn't want to think about Miranda's words, and instinctively doesn't want to hear them. "I've heard too many words. Don't reason with me. I've changed." "

"The price is. "Miranda asked again.

Hoffa covered her hair and turned her back to face Miranda. The urge to leave London and Britain became stronger and harder to stop. He rushed to the door of Miranda’s room and held the doorknob, his palm trembling like Parkinson’s.

"You told me in First Year to live in the present, but now, look at you. , You have lived in the past. "

The voice behind him changed from worry and anxiety to a faint sarcasm. Hoffa slowly turned around. Miranda had already taken off her glasses and completely turned into another person, a pale and vague weird. .

"You really make my sister sad, Bach. "

He admired his fingers in the moonlight: "Is the boundary between love and non-love so clear, or do you no longer believe your instincts?" "

Miller's voice was cold and harsh, and Miranda was different. Hoffa looked at the doorknob in his hand and said numbly: "Whatever you say, but it's too late to say anything. Flamel has been taken away by the people of Ministry of Magic. Moreover, the person who asked me to send her over was Fatir. Fatir will definitely use her ability to resurrect his daughter, that's for sure. "

"Oh, what's the price?" "

Miller asked again.

"Don't mention the price with me! "

Hoffa finally couldn't take it anymore, he turned his head abruptly and looked at Miller like a photo on a death arrest warrant: "I don't care! "

"If you really don't care, you won't want to leave like that. "

Miller put down his palm and put his hands behind him: "After all, you know the price, but you love her too much, so you don't want to think about it. You would rather self-hypnotize, pretend that you don’t understand anything, push that innocent girl into Fire Pit, and let others fulfill your wishes.

bang!

Miller’s cold voice hit Hoffa like a thunderstorm. He shuddered all over his body. The happiness that had been for several days disappeared in this second. As if being pushed out of a warm bed, he fell directly into a bathtub covered with ice.

At that moment, he saw Mans’ face in a daze, and saw his inhumanity. Female, a face that is neither human nor ghost appeared in front of her: You must also do it for yourself, Bach, for some ulterior purpose.

He let go and sat back on the bed, almost soaked in cold sweat He lost his back.

Miller’s fuzzy face was magnified in front of his eyes until it was close to his ear: "Bach, I have to remind you, no matter whether Fatiel De Laces is It's not the same thing as you think, the girl with the surname Flamel, I'm afraid they are all bode ill rather than well. Adebe told me one thing. Over the past year, the people of the Ministry of Magic Department of Mysteries have almost invaded all the resources of the Ministry of Magic, and I don’t know what they are doing.

But every few days, corpses are carried out in that place, covered with white cloth. Those corpses were drained of their souls, drained of lives, drained of magic power, and nothing left. Had it not been for Britain's inability to accept the attrition of the civil war because of the war, Wizengamot would have already intervened in the investigation. "

Looking at Miller’s vague and weird face, Hoffa shivered and pushed him away: "No, impossible, her grandfather is Nicholas Flamel, I heard he is the division of the Department of Mysteries Long, how could he be against his granddaughter. "

"The last guy who has lived for hundreds of years has made his whole family puppets. Have you forgotten such a thing?" "

A cold wind blew in from outside the window, Hoffa thought of Silby, thought of Mans, thought of the blood vessels hanging on his body, the flowing bright red, thought of himself Nightmare.

As if to completely shatter his thoughts, next to Miranda’s room, in Adbe’s Study, there was a faint voice of discussion. The voice was extremely low, but In Hoffa's ears at night, it was very clear.

"The fiscal deficit is more than five million Galleon, is this true? "

"His secretary personally told me that we can't wait any longer. He has completely deviated from the slogan of the campaign. I even think those words are nothing. "

"You have to wait, Goshak. You can't just impeach the minister like this, without evidence. "

"Then what are you going to do, for his illusory plan, drag down the entire Britain Ministry of Magic? "

"Wait for him to finish what he wants to do, it won't take long. "

"How do I know how long it will take? More and more people die, Isriel, we must act quickly and stop the loss in time. "

"Look at Nicholas Flamel. Once the little girl has an accident, he will definitely have trouble about it. When the time comes, we will do it again. The evidence is as strong as a mountain. Can't escape Wizengamot's punishment. "

Hoffa can no longer listen to the following conversation. He is completely awake, his dream turned into a bubble, showing the terrifying fangs of reality.

If Fatir wants to resurrect his daughter. , Then he must need that magical bloodline power, and he will definitely draw Chloe’s blood like Mans.

One and a half years...

Chloe once said that her power can only bring people back a week ago. If you want to go back to a year and a half ago, what price will it pay?

Hoffa's Adam’s apple moved up and down, he watched My hands are like a super study tyrant looking at his college entrance examination score of 420 points, his head is empty.

"What did I do...? "

"If you can't do it yourself, what's the point of what you said to me." Miller finished speaking, put on his glasses, and the blurry face returned to clarity.

Hoffa staggered up from the bed: "Where is the Ministry of Magic?" "

"What do you want to do? "

"I'm going to ask Fatir at least, and ask him what he wants to do. Hoffa clenched his fist tightly: "Tell me, Miranda, where is the Ministry of Magic?" "