Chapter 270

Chapter 270

When Hoffa went out, Miranda was competing with her tight black waistband. The top of the waistband was close and numerous, lined with whale bones.

Although she said that Gorshak was abominable and old-fashioned, at night, she obediently changed into a black evening gown, a white tube top, and maroon wore a man on her short hair. Ning hat, pointed, like a 19th century little witch.

If you see Miranda for the first time, Hoffa will think that this dress is also good, very characteristic of the young girl of the magic family. But ask yourself, he still thinks the previous punk tomboy looks more suitable for her.

"Don't you?" Hoffa asked with a frown.

"Can you please try it on?"

Miranda asked unhappy.

"Mind if I change the texture for you, it will be looser."

"Huh?"

Hoffa pulled Miranda to her side and held it down Her back, the tight linen lining waist was transformed into soft silk under the action of transfiguration, and the whale bone in the waist became a weightless sponge.

"Can it still have this effect?"

Miranda twisted her waist and looked at him happily.

"As soon as the day arrives, you are ready to be beaten back to your original shape."

"Actually, I still wear this in my First Year, but now I won't even walk with this one." She frowned complained.

"At that time, you were better at pretending."

Hoffa indifferently said.

The two came downstairs, and the living room dinning hall downstairs has been enlarged tenfold under the action of magic. Hoffa is no wonder. Even a warship can be stuffed into a bottle, making the living room bigger is nothing to a wizard of the level of Goshak.

There are a dozen people sitting in the living room, a few old man, and a dozen youngsters, including men and women. The old men sat on the sofa, while the youngster stood behind the sofa properly.

"Damn it, he actually brought the group of people here." Miranda looked at the people sitting in the living room, frowned and whispered, "It's from Wizengamot."

p>

Hoffa followed Miranda's eyes, a little surprised.

In the burning fireplace living room, he is familiar with the faces of the old men sitting on the sofa talking and laughing. It was the night when the Bournemouth Vampire was destroyed, and they led the team to search the city. Those leading guys.

He still remembers that they were wearing shabby white robes with criss-cross chains on their backs, and they looked very awesome.

But now they don't wear that kind of curious repair daoist robe, and the dress is no different from ordinary muggle. Wearing a bowler hat and a suit.

"Hoffa, Miranda, come here."

Seeing the two coming down the stairs, Adbe Gorshak, sitting on the sofa, waved at them.

So everyone in the living room turned their eyes. Hoffa pulled up the somewhat reluctant Miranda and stood in front of Adbe with a smile on his face.

I saw the old head stand up and said solemnly: "Come on, I will introduce you to you." He pointed to the tall old man sitting in the middle and wearing a bowler hat and said, "This is Mr. Tyra Isreal, the CEO of Wizengamot, and a member of our Perseus community."

Hoffa quickly stepped forward, extend the hand. He saw that on the chest of the old man, there was a refined W, which was the symbol of Wizengamot. He knew that there were many similar societies in the European underground, like the future Order of the Phoenix, or the Dumbledore's Army created by Harry Potter, not just Britain, nor just wizards. There are also many muggles, most of them graduated from the same college, and they have some fetters between each other, and they can take care of each other after they enter the society. Over time, one interest community after another has been formed.

"We meet again, Mr. Bach."

The old man sat on the sofa and shook Hoffa's hand very easily.

"Have you met?"

Adebe was slightly surprised.

"Yes, at the time in Bournemouth, he and Tom Riddle of the Gaunt Family handed over the task with me. I remember clearly. They were young, talented people."

"Yes, I am also impressed with you."

Hoffa immediately complimented and went back, full of spring breeze: "Looking up to your name for a long time, I left in a hurry last time. I didn't say hello to you, please let me know. Forgive me."

"so that's how it is."

Adebe knew it.

The old man named Tyra Israel released his hand in satisfaction, and stretched out to Miranda aside: "You really look like your mother, except for your eyes. It's like Nimon."

Hoffa murmured inwardly, would Britain's compliments say this. Obviously Miranda was also a little embarrassed. She held the old man's hand and laughed stiffly: "Thank you."

After shaking her hand, Tyra leaned on the sofa and gave back the right to speak. Adbe Gosak.

Adebe was not unambiguous at all. He took Hoffa and Miranda's shoulders and introduced them to the old man sitting on the sofa one by one. Hoffa is also unambiguous. As long as it is the people Adebe has introduced, he shook the past one by one, with a very polite gesture, and the flattery in his mouth is constant. Everyone has been admired for a long time.

It was Miranda. When shaking hands with these elderly old men, her shoulders were very tight and she didn't talk very much. Adebe introduced one, and she only said hello.

After introducing Hoffa and Miranda to the group of old men, Adebe sat back in his chair and chatted with a few old men. Most of the topics were hot topics nowadays. There is also the cultivation of youngsters, which is not heavy, but it is definitely not interesting.

While they were talking, Hoffa wittyly pulled Miranda and stood behind Adbe. At this point, he probably thought about why Miranda knew his position in the first place, and it must have been Adebe who told her. I have to say that Jiang is still old and spicy. If anyone except Miranda comes to find him, I'm afraid he is already abroad.

Miranda noticed Hoffa faint smile's eyes, turned her head away, biting her lip and didn't want to look at him.

"Bach."

After chatting for about ten minutes without much nutrition, Adebe suddenly turned around and called him.

"I am here."

Hoffa said.

"I will go with these old friends and have something to say later, how about you and Miranda host the banquet tonight?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Milan Da couldn't stretch it immediately, with an angry look on his face. Hoffa immediately nodded, "No problem."

Then, Adbe stood up on the old man and prepared to go upstairs. The youngsters behind the old man showed sighed in relief. .

After everyone stood up, Hoffa grabbed Adbe's cuff: "Professor, can I tell you a few words first." He asked in a low voice.

Adebe knows, he said to the old man around: "You go upstairs and study wait for me."

Then he told the youngsters around, tonight Be casual, just treat it as your own home, and don't be too restrictive. "

and the others are scattered, he looked at Hoffa: "Say it. "

"Professor, I am leaving tomorrow. "Hoffa said in a polite but firm tone: "I think Miranda should have told you. "

"Where to go? "

Professor Adbe is not angry.

"Soviet Union. "

"Go to your Alchemist friend. "

"Yes. "

"To make money and continue your underground business?"

"Almost."

"Cough." Adbegoshak coughed and shook the head: "Bach, forgive me to speak bluntly, Wizard Society didn't want you It’s that simple. Even if you can earn more Gold Galleon, you can’t buy a lot of things with money. You need contacts, relationships, and qualifications."

"I understand."

Hoffa said with a smile, and his chest started to feel stuffy.

"These youngsters are all members of the Perseus community. They are active in Wizengamot, responsible for trial and arrest. They are very operative. If you can get along with them, you will run outside in the future. , I can rest assured."

As he said, the old professor lowered his head, his voice was low: "You have to have your own team, someone has to help you do things, don't always run around outside. , It doesn't make sense."

"I don't like being supervised, Professor. I don't want to supervise others either." Hoffa said helplessly.

"You are about to graduate. If you are still in Hogwarts, what else can the wizard do after graduation, just like muggle, marry a wife and have children, and fight for the longevity and glory of your family. "

Gorshak's heart-warming sighed: "You are my best student, and a rare talent in Ravenclaw history. To be honest, with your current ability, I feel a bit wasteful to be Auror." Except for Wizengamot, there is no place where you can maximize your abilities."

Hoffa didn’t say anything. He felt that what Adebe said was reasonable, really reasonable, but his chest became heavier and heavier. .

Seeing that he did not speak, Adbe changed his statement: "I also know that you want to resist Grindelwald. You have done a lot of things underground this year, we all know.

But then again, who doesn't want to kill him? He deceived my son and forced Miranda's parents to death, asking me to say that I want to kill him more than you. But some things depend on one person. It's impossible."

As soon as Adebe mentioned Grindelwald, Hoffa immediately became sober. He exhales one breath saying: "Professor, what you said is very reasonable, but this kind of thing After all, it’s not a trivial matter. Even if I want to join your club, I have to discuss it with my friend and write a letter to explain it to him. Are you right?"

"en."

The expression on Adebe’s face softened a little: "You are obedient, which is great. I have always worried that after you fell out with Albus, you have a deep prejudice against the Wizard Society of Britain. "

"I didn't fall out with Professor Dumbledore. I respect him as much as I respect you." Hoffa said gently.

"That's the best."

Adbe: "Just give me the result after discussing it. Now, let's go with youngster and talk more."

He patted Hoffa's shoulder and disappeared at the corner of the stairs. He left the living room of Normandy to Hoffa and a group of youngsters he had never met.

He stood there thinking for a moment, and when Miranda pulled him for a while, he turned around and saw Miranda looked at him with shame, "I'm sorry," she whispered softly. He said: "I really want to spend a simple Christmas with you, I didn't expect Adebe to meet..."

"It doesn't matter," Hoffa smiled. , "How nice people are, how lively you look." He pushed Miranda's shoulder and pushed her up to the dinning table with a smile.

......

......

However, at dinner, Miranda looked gloomy, and there were not many Young Lord’s Enthusiasm, she is not familiar with those visiting guests at all, and Adebe went upstairs to talk to the old man secretly, so she has always maintained a face that is not disturbing.

It's Hoffa, since the moment he was on the table. His mouth never stopped, he enthusiastically inquired about the youngerster's family, house, and preferences around him. After a few rounds of rainbow farts, a dozen youngsters relaxed a lot.

After getting acquainted a little bit, Hoffa began to talk eloquently again. From the giant to the Dragon, from Germany to Japan, from the past to the future, from the muggle technology to the wizard philosophy.......

at first, those young people are quite restrained towards him Keep a considerable distance from being restrained. But soon, after a few glasses of juice, they were blown away by Hoffa, plus an arrest warrant on his head that could buy more than half of Norway, so no matter what he said, those young people believed it, and clicking one's tongue in wonder.

After dinner, a girl suggested to dance ballroom dance, Hoffa also laughed and agreed.

They turned on the Miranda’s radio and record player very modern, and wiggled them in the living room.

At first, Hoffa's actions are extremely jerky. He frequently stepped on the feet of his dancing partners, but he couldn't hold back his vigorous energy at night and a keen head. A few minutes later, he learned all the dance styles of everyone present, whether it was waltz, tap dance, or Latin dance. By nine o'clock in the evening, he was already walking around in the crowd, jumping with several men and women at the same time.

Happy laughter and cheerful voices spread so far that even the elf Petty, who has been busy with housework, was pulled out by Hoffa and circled in the crowd.

The happy atmosphere continued. The youngsters who visited the Perseus club danced blushing, some even untied their clothes, gasping for breath, and the laughter almost never stopped.

But only one person is very unhappy.

Miranda sat outside the crowd and looked at the gray-haired boy in the crowd. The guy didn't refuse anyone, no matter who invited him to dance, he smiled and agreed.

As if he was the owner of this house.

Finally, ten o'clock at night.

After Hoffa performed an unprecedented mechanical dance in front of the crowd, the applause and whistles in the living room kept ringing, and Miranda finally couldn't stand it.

She took advantage of the roar of applause and pulled Hoffa out of the crowd. Pulled to the second floor, her own room.