Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

When Hoffa went out, Miranda was struggling with her tight dark black waistband, which was densely threaded and lined with whale bones.

Although she said that Gorsak was abominable and old-fashioned, at night, she obediently changed into a black evening gown, a white tube top, and short chestnut hair with a Hanning hat, pointed, Like a little witch in the nineteenth century.

If you see Miranda for the first time, Hoffa would think that this dress is also good, with the characteristics of a magical family girl. 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."

"what?"

Hoffa pulled Miranda to her side and pressed her back, the tightly gathered linen lining waist turned into soft silk under the action of Transfiguration, and the whale bone in the waist became too. A sponge with almost no weight.

"Can it still have this effect?"

Miranda twisted her waist and looked at him with joy.

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

"Actually, I still knew how to wear it when I was in first grade, but now I can't even walk in this one." She frowned and complained.

"At that time you were better at pretending."

Hoffa said lightly.

The two came downstairs, the living room and dining room downstairs was enlarged tenfold by magic, and Hoffa was not surprised. Even a warship can be stuffed into a bottle, making the living room bigger is nothing to a wizard of Gorshak's level.

There were a dozen people sitting in the living room, a few old men, and a dozen young people, both men and women. The old men sat on the sofa, while the young men stood behind the sofa properly.

"Damn it, he actually brought that group of people here." Miranda frowned when she saw the people sitting in the living room and whispered, "It's from Wizengamore."

Hoffa followed Miranda's eyes, a little surprised.

In the living room with the burning fireplace, he was familiar with the faces of the old men who were sitting on the sofa and chatting and laughing. It was the leaders who led the team to search the city on the night when the vampires in Bournemouth fell.

He still remembered 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 monastic gowns, and they are no different from ordinary Muggles. Wearing a bowler hat and a suit.

"Hoffa, Miranda, come here."

Seeing the two coming down the stairs, Adbe Gorshak, sitting on the sofa, beckoned to them.

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

I saw the old dean stood up and said solemnly: "Come on, let me introduce you to you." He pointed to the tall old man sitting in the middle and wearing a bowler hat and said, "This is Tyra Isriel. Sir, the CEO of Wisengamao, and a member of our Perseus community."

Hoffa hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand. He saw that on the old man's chest, there was a delicate one, which was the symbol of Wiesengamao. He knew that there were many similar societies in the European underground, like the future Order of the Phoenix, or the Dumbledore 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. After entering the society, they can take care of each other. 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 Gunter family handed over with me. I remember clearly, they were all young talents."

"Yes, I am also impressed with you."

Hoffa immediately complimented him and went back with a 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 forgive me."

"That's it."

Adbe knew it.

The old man named Tyra Isrel released his hand in satisfaction, and stretched out to Miranda who was aside: "You really look like your mother. Except for your eyes, your eyes are very similar to Nimon."

Hoffa murmured inwardly, would the British compliment this sentence? Obviously Miranda was also a little embarrassed. She took the old man's hand and smiled stiffly, "Thank you."

After shaking his hand, Tyra leaned on the sofa and returned the right to speak to Adbe Gosak.

Adbe was not unambiguous at all. He took Hoffa and Miranda's shoulders, and introduced them all the old men sitting on the sofa one by one. Hoffa was also unambiguous. As long as it was the people Adebe had introduced, he shook the past one by one, with a very polite gesture, and the flattering in his mouth was constant. Everyone he saw was a big name.

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

After introducing Hoffa and Miranda to the old men, Adebe sat back in his chair and chatted with a few old men. Most of the topics were hot topics nowadays, as well as the cultivation of young people. It's not heavy, but it's definitely not interesting.

While they were talking, Hoffa wisely 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's smiling 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'm here."

Hoffa said.

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

As soon as she said the words, Miranda couldn't hold herself up immediately, with an angry look on her face. Hoffa nodded immediately, "No problem."

Then, Adbe stood up on the old men and was about to go upstairs. The young people behind the old men all showed a sigh of relief.

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

Adbe knew, he said to the old men around him: "You go to the study room upstairs and wait for me."

Then he told the young people around him to be more casual tonight and treat it as his own home, not to be too restrictive. "

When the crowd dispersed, he looked at Hoffa: "Let's talk."

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

"Where to go?"

Professor Adbe was not angry.

"Soviet Union."

"Go to your alchemist friend."

"Yes it is."

"To make money and continue your underground business?

"almost."

"Cough." Adbergsak coughed and shook his head: "Bach, with all due respect, the wizarding society is not as simple as you think. Even if you can make more money, many things are used. Money can't buy it. You need connections, relationships, and qualifications."

"I see."

Hoffa said with a smile, his chest becoming stuffy.

"These young people are members of the Perseus community. They are active in Wiesengamau, responsible for trials and arrests. They are very operative. If you can make friends with them and run outside in the future, I will also Can rest assured."

As he said, the old professor lowered his head and said in a low voice: "You have to have your own team, someone has to help you do things, don't always run around outside, it's meaningless."

"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 at Hogwarts, what else can the wizard do after graduation, just like Muggles, marrying a wife and having children, and fighting for the longevity and glory of your family."

Gorshak sighed earnestly: "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 an Auror. Except for Wei Senjamo, there is no place where you can maximize your abilities."

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

Seeing him not speaking, Adebe 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, I want to kill him more than you. But some things cannot be done by one person alone. "

When Adebe mentioned Grindelwald, Hoffa immediately became sober. He exhaled a long breath: "Professor, what you said is very reasonable, but this kind of thing is not a trivial matter after all, even if I want to join your club. , I also have to discuss with my friend and write a letter to explain it to him anyway, are you right?"

"Ok."

The expression on Adbey’s face softened: "You are obedient, which is excellent. I have always worried that after you and Albus fell out, you have deep prejudices against the wizarding society in Britain."

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

"That's best."

Adebe: "Just give me the result after discussing it. Now, let's talk more with young people."

He patted Hoffa on the shoulder and disappeared into the corner of the stairs. He left the living room of Norda to Hoffa and a group of young people he had never met before.

He stood there thinking for a moment, and when Miranda pulled him for a while, he turned around, and saw Miranda looking at him in a rather ashamed manner: "I'm sorry," she said softly, "I am true. I want to have a simple Christmas with you, I didn't expect Adebe to meet..."

"It's okay," Hoffa smiled. "How nice people are, how lively you look." He pushed Miranda's shoulder and pushed her to the dining table grinningly.

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However, during dinner, Miranda looked gloomy, and did not have much enthusiasm for the little host. She was not familiar with the visiting guests at all, and Adebe went upstairs to talk secretly with the old men, so she kept Maintain a face that is not disturbed by strangers.

It was Hoffa, since the moment he was on the table. His mouth never stopped, he enthusiastically inquired about the families, colleges, and preferences of the young people around him. After a few rounds of rainbow farts, a dozen young people relaxed a lot.

After getting acquainted a little bit, Hoffa began to talk eloquently. From the giant to the fire dragon, from Germany to Japan, from the past to the future, from Muggle technology to the wizarding philosophy...

In the beginning, those young people were quite restrained and restrained towards him, and they also kept a considerable distance. But soon, after a few cups of juice, they were blown away by Hoffa, plus a wanted order on his head that could buy more than half of Norway, so no matter what he said, the young people believed it. And tut amazed.

After dinner, a girl suggested to go ballroom dancing, and Hoffa agreed with a smile.

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

At first, Hoffa's movements were extremely jerky. He frequently stepped on the feet of his dancing partners, but he couldn't hold back his vigor at night and his sharp head. After a few minutes, 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.

The joy and laughter spread all the way, even the elf Petty, who had been busy with housework, was pulled out by Hoffa and circled in the crowd.

The happy atmosphere continued. The young people from the Persius community who visited were blushing and dancing, some even untied their clothes, panting, and the laughter almost never stopped.

But only one person was very unhappy.

Sitting outside the crowd, Miranda 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 room.

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.