Chapter 391
Another Disapparation, Miranda took Hoffa's shoulders and appeared in the teleportation formation on the top of the mountain. She stepped into the teleportation formation, and Green Fire swallowed her in a blink of an eye.
She appeared in the cold and humid underground of Britain with a delirious Hoffa. The water rumblingly fell from the pipe into the lagoon, and she coldly grasped Hoffa's waist and walked out of the teleportation formation.
The surrounding wizards who were responsible for recording the goods saw Miranda walking out of the flames carrying a half-dead guy. One after another, everyone talking at once asked: "Miranda, how are things going?"
"Miranda, what happened?"
"Gosha Ms. K, how should the price be set?"
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"It's all quiet!"
Miranda just finished getting angry, imposing manner Still fierce, as soon as she spoke, the others quieted down.
Then she pushed her round-frame glasses and lifted the next Hoffa up: "I have solved the sleepwalker, and the price of green cocoa has been increased by two. Then, you draw fifty A person from the Defense Department came back and went to Peru, and then sent two psychiatric physicians there. There may be a little trouble there."
"Yes!" The wizards who got the instructions They are operating in an orderly manner.
After everyone was almost gone, Miranda stopped another witch, took the parchment from her pocket, and said to her: "Alice, you go to Professor Dumbledore to report it, the past few days I I’m busy, ask for a leave, and you will be responsible for the market coordination for the time being."
witch nodded, took the parchment, and then looked at Hoffa in Miranda’s hand, pointing at him quite worried. He said: "What's the matter with Bach, is it...Did you drink too much?"
Miranda shook her head, "I was drugged by those neurological natives, but I can't die. You can go on your own ."
The witch relaxed, holding the list in his arms, Disapparation disappeared.
After dealing with the work, Miranda rubbed the temple, her expression softened, she grabbed Hoffa's palm, put him on her body, and whispered: "Go, I will take you home ."
Hoffa is still in deep hallucinations. He can still see the young girl dancing and the dangling silver hair. He could barely hear the sound of water, the strong moisture and the soft body around him, but he didn't know the specific location.
When he heard someone talking in his ear, he thought it was Aglaia, and instinctively stretched out his arms to hug her, and then kiss her or something.
"Don't be here."
Miranda pushed Hoffa's face away and sighed helpless.
She took Hoffa to a corner of the ground, in a dark dormitory building, supported him, and led him into the corridor elevator. The elevator was flashing with blue magic lighting, and the energy was insufficient. . In the suddenly bright and dim light, she half wrapped her arms around Hoffa's waist, the entire world swayed weightlessly with the elevator, blurred and rippling, and finally baring fangs and brandishing claws.
The elevator often stopped. Several witches who also lived here came in. They saw the teenager sitting next to Miranda. After being surprised, they covered their mouths and grinned.
Miranda was a little annoyed at first, but soon she was relieved, even glaring at them, then tucked her hair, and smiled back at them.
ding dong, the elevator is in place.
Miranda held Hoffa in one hand, took out the key with the other, and opened the door of her room.
The door frame hits the wind chime ding ding dong dong with a pleasant sound.
She pulled Hoffa into the room, took off her shoes, and stepped barefoot on the smooth bluestone floor tiles. The happy deer usually closed the wooden door with his heel. After entering the door, she looked at the drooling young man in her arms and couldn't help showing a smug smile, and a flashing finger lit the fluorescent curse.
The gray room is small but very cozy, with a bed, a sofa, a kitchen and a bathroom.
This is her house, this is her room, and everything here belongs to her. Including the teenager in her arms.
There is no extra action.
She took Hoffa, took him to her bed, pushed him down, then took off her glasses and unbuttoned her coat, in a hurry. However, when she gently climbed to Hoffa's side, her movements became extremely careful. She held his head and looked at his face carefully. The eyes were like the deep lens of a camera, trying to make his face delicate. Rubbed down without any problems.
After that, she cautiously kissed Hoffa's cheek, the tip of his nose, and her earlobe, as if tasting a glass of wine that had been cherished for many years.
Thanks to the efforts of the Peruvian wizards, they have successfully “poisoned” one of the most powerful wizards in the world. At this moment, Hoffa has completely lost the ability to distinguish, which is exactly when medicine efficacy is strong. He immediately catered to Miranda's movements and found her mouth. The movements were completely different from Miranda's softness and were very rough.
The two played a game for a while in the light of the Fluorescent Charm, and their clothes were quickly scattered on the ground.
After spending a while, Miranda seemed to hear something mumbled in that guy's mouth and couldn't understand.
The lips parted slowly, and she hugged Hoffa's face.
Out of curiosity, Miranda put her ear to his mouth, wanting to hear what he was muttering.
Listen carefully to the result.
Hear another person's name.
The heart beat violently, as if to remind her something.
My mood gradually changed from intoxication to pain.
Just a sharp, fast, scimitar, straight into the heart, pain deep into bones! How eager I was just now, how sad I am now. Lust and impulse fade away like a tide.
Miranda straightened the camisole on her shoulders expressionlessly, and sat up. Looking at the guy who was still giggling, this time he had the heart to kill him.
Hoffa still wants to continue kissing her.
She opened Hoffa.
The unconscious Hoffa didn't know what was going on, and he didn't want to entangle him.
pa!
She slapped Hoffa heavily on the face.
He turned his head directly, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and fell on the pillow.
"Asshole..."
She said gnashing teeth.
After the fight, she regrets and pains. She never wants to stay here anymore. She turned over without the slightest hesitation and sat up on the bed. She didn’t want to wear her shoes and walked out. .
But when she just walked to the sliding door of the bedroom, there was a low voice from behind.
"Miranda...?"
The young girl was holding the door frame, her body trembled, her face was not bloody.
"Miranda...is that you?" Another question came from behind.
She turned her head with red eyes and saw that the boy on the bed had already sat up. He rubbed his eyes. He said dimly, "I...Where am I..."
It seems that the slap made him sober a lot.
I saw him sitting for a while, then collapsed again, groping on the sheets, stammering and asking: "Do you...do you have water, I...I think. .. Drink water..."
Seeing that man was so embarrassed, Miranda took a deep breath, wiped the corner of her eyes, and then sneered. At this moment, what decision she made.
She saw a tube of lipstick next to her door frame cabinet, so she picked it up and wiped her mouth, then she turned around, leaning against the sliding door frame in a very enchanting posture, charming said with a smile: "Do you want to drink water?"
"Well, I'm so thirsty..." Hoffa said unconsciously, "I want to drink cold water."
" Please." Miranda grinned sharply.
Hoffa murmured: "A...a glass of water, do you also want..."
"Of course, this is my home, everything is mine." Miranda as it should be by rights said.
"Okay, I...please...please...you..."
After Hoffa's vague begging, Miranda's smile disappeared She picked up the glass cup, poured some water, twisted her waist, and came to the bed.
Hoffa reaches out for a water glass.
But Miranda reached out to stop.
She is on one-knee kneels on the bed, holding water on her side, looking at Hoffa's confused eyes.
The two held this position for a few seconds.
Miranda laughed, and suddenly, she grabbed Hoffa's hair, ruthless, and pulled him directly and tilted his head. It was extremely painful, and the painful and delirious Hoffa grinned and his eyes were all crooked.
"I want you to remember who I am, Hoffa. Bach."
After talking, Miranda looked up and took a sip of water, threw away the cup, and used her mouth He sealed Hoffa's mouth heavily and pressed him under his body.
In the darkness, the fluorescent curse goes out.
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That night, Hoffa had a very strange dream.
He dreamed that he met a brown forest with a narrow and deep path in the forest. He followed the path all the way forward, and there were countless mud swamps on the road, and as long as he stepped on it, he would get deep into it.
Thrilling along the way.
When he finally crossed the path, he found himself on a vast and endless prairie whose vastness and desolation exceeded the limit of human imagination.
Seeing the grassland, he just wanted to run, all the way forward.
So he became a horse, running with his hoofs. That rush brought him the joy of freedom, it was an unimaginable soul trembling.
It's just that cold water drops on his neck. Some uncomfortable situations.
He looked back at his unfathomable mystery. Although the horse couldn't turn his head to look at his back, he still crooked his neck to a hundred and eighty degrees. It turned out that he was still riding a girl on his back. It was not clear who the girl was, Hoffa. She might be Aglaia, some Miranda, or even the young girl that the Peruvian wizard sacrificed to him.
She was crying silently while riding on Hoffa. She kept crying like this, crying all the time, her tears were the same as those of a short kite.
Hoffa felt uncomfortable, not only because she kept crying, but also because her weight pressed him down, preventing him from running at full speed on this vast expanse of grass.
So he knelt down and let the girl slip off his back. The light back made him feel extremely light, and he raised his hair and let out a wild cry.
The mane trembles and his four hoofs are like flying. He rushes again on the vast green grassland. This time, he is extremely fast, so fast that it is unimaginable. He just wants to go faster and again. Hurry up, hurry up... He doesn't know why he wants to do this, but the grassland is boundless, tempting him, shouting, and running.
Finally, after a very happy sprint.
He had to stop abruptly.
Because a clear stream appeared in front of him.
The river is turbulent, and there are many sharp stones on the river bed. He has to wade across the river to reach the other side of the grassland. If he wade past, his hoof may be seriously injured.
More than that, there is an unknown leafy tree on the other side of the river. It is the only tree on this grassland.
An old man with gray hair sit cross-legged under the tree, looking down at the river quietly. Seeing the wild horse on the other side of the river, he couldn't help but smile.
The grassland on the other side of the river is still endless. Hoffa can only continue running after crossing that river. He is eager to go to the other side of the river like the old man. He was so eager that he raised his hoof, intending to wade across the river.
A crazy cry came from behind.
That is his name.
He turned around and saw that the girl riding on him actually caught up. She stumbled, her knees and feet were covered with blood. She was begging him not to go there.
Hoffa was so entangled that she kept spinning around the river.
The old man on the other side of the river slowly stood up on his knees. He turned his head and left with a smile, and entered the depths of the grassland on the other side of the river without a trace.
Strongly unwilling to hit Hoffa, he stepped towards the river, and the sharp stone immediately made him tingling with a sharp pain, he yelled.
Sit up fiercely from the sheets, all in a cold sweat.
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The room was empty and very quiet.
Only the bell is ticking and shaking, it is the owl wall clock hanging on the wall.
Some dim yellow rays of light shined in from outside the window. It was a hyacinth lamp hanging outside the window. Someone is talking in the distance, and he doesn't hear it really. He was lying on a small single bed with a simple single sofa beside him. Outside the sliding door were the refrigerator and sink. The pink sticky notes on the refrigerator indicated the gender of the house owner.
Is this Miranda's house?
He woke up.
The dream is quickly forgotten.
The illusion of chaos disappeared, and Hoffa felt his brain refreshed. It seems that he has never been so refreshing since he was born, and his brain is light-hearted and he can even immediately carry a thick Latin dictionary on his back.
Why is it so refreshing?
The confused Hoffa sat on the bed alone, and gradually remembered what had happened. He accompanied Miranda to Peru to deal with the price of green cocoa. As a result, he accidentally exploded a mountain with a curse. He was enshrined as a Spiritual God by the local Peruvian wizard, and in the end they seemed to burn themselves some weird smoke. From that moment on, his consciousness tended to shatter, only remembering some fragmentary pictures.
The colorful crowns, the beating natives, the deafening drums, the towering pyramids, the ceremony on the pyramids, and...Miranda...the underground lagoon...the room...mouth Thirsty... hurts...
Suddenly, Miranda's face became bright. Because Hoffa thought of her holding his hair, fiercely's words-I want you to remember who I am.
He touched the top of his head, his face instantly pale.
"It's over...what did I do...?"
Hoffa murmured, and touched his thigh again, which was slimy. Quickly opened the quilt, and there were some dilute dried blood stains on the bed sheet, which was pale pink. There are also some on his legs...
"wa!"
He gave out cry out in surprise and quickly put the quilt on again. Looking around like a thief, there is no one in the room and no other sounds.
His heart thumped wildly, repeating something incoherently, as if someone was knocking his head with a hammer dong dong dong, knocking him dizzy.
"no...no...no...no...No way, no way, no way, no..."
After talking to himself for a while, he got from there Came back to his senses in dizziness, stood up tremblingly, and started looking for Miranda through the boxes and cabinets. He looked under the bed and opened the cabinet, as if Miranda would hide inside and hide and seek with him.
But there is no doubt that she is not here.
Until he suddenly opened the curtain of the bathroom, only the shower head dripping with water in the bathroom showed that it was indeed used.
When he saw the dripping shower head, he felt that he had to take a bath too. So he turned the switch to cold water and let the water crash-bang on his head, hoping that it would calm him down.
Looking at the pale-red that the water washes down from him, and watching the dozens of strawberries on the chest of the guy in the mirror next to him, how can he calm down.
He wanted to know what it was like, but it seemed like a Ginseng Fruit that was swallowed roundly.
Just remember, he experienced a passion that he had never had before. That huge, surging, incomparable, indescribable, almost inconceivable passion will happen among human beings!
But if he recalls the details, he really can't recall anything. He completely lost the memory of last night.
This depression made him want to hit the white porcelain wall in front of him with his head. He didn't know what to do, and he would have to pay if he hit the wall. I had to bury my face in my hands, and then slowly tore my hair. It seemed that by doing this he could pull his brain out of his head, then throw it into the toilet and flush it away with water, so that he didn't have to think about anything.
Obviously he should only defeat Silby and return to fifty years later. Obviously they are friends...obviously...
Why does this happen?
No clue.
After taking a cold shower, he started looking for his clothes again.
This look, ho!
He didn't have any ideas just now. It turned out that there was a pile of clothes beside his bed, and the folded neat and tidy ones were placed there. There is also a blue bath towel on it.
Hoffa sat in front of the pile of clothes, staring blankly at the pile of clothes, his soul was going out of his way.
For a while, he lowered his head tremblingly, picked up the bath towel, and sniffed.
There was a faint fragrance of violet flowers on it, and that sense of smell instantly pulled him back to the Hogwarts train for seven years. He remembered that when he first met Miranda, she folded her clothes once.
Then it was Second Year, he met Miranda in Diagon Alley, and she was taken into the hotel, where he stayed overnight, and that night he spent the same night in the faint fragrance of flowers and breath.
There is also the cat that he held in his arms four years ago. On Christmas Eve two years ago, some fragments of the common life in the past will appear vividly and vividly before his eyes. Makes him dumbfounded for a long time.
Following the scent, he moved his head to the pillow and buried his face deep on the ground. The body scent there was like a hand, firmly grasping him, the truth is incredible, reflecting Out of his ordinary and despicable side.
Is this fate?
What should I do?