Harry Potter: I Am a Legend - v6 Chapter 46

It was another Apparition, 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 damp underground of Britain with Hoffa delirious. 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 fellow. They stepped forward and asked in a rush: “Miranda, how’s the matter going?”

“Miranda, what happened?”

“Miss Goshak, how should the price be set?”

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“It’s all quiet!”

Miranda had just finished getting angry, her momentum was still fierce, as soon as she spoke, the others quieted down.

Then she pushed her round-frame glasses, and raised Hoffa, who was rubbing underneath, up: “I have solved the sleepwalker, and the price of green cocoa has been increased by two. Then, you will bring back fifty people from the Defense Department , Go to Peru, send two more psychiatric doctors there, there may be a little trouble there.”

“Yes!” The wizards who received the instructions began to operate in an orderly manner.

After the people were almost gone, Miranda stopped another witch, took out the parchment from her pocket, and said to her: “Alice, you can go to Professor Dumbledore to report. I’m busy these days, please. Fake, you are temporarily responsible for the coordination of the market.”

The witch nodded, took the parchment, and then looked at Hoffa in Miranda’s hand, pointing at him worriedly and said, “What’s the matter with Bach, is it…Did you drink too much?”

Miranda shook her head, “I was drugged by those nervous natives, but I can’t die. You can go on your own.”

The witch breathed a sigh of relief, put the list in her arms, and the apparition disappeared.

After dealing with work matters, Miranda rubbed her temples, her expression softened, she grabbed Hoffa’s palm, put him on her body, and whispered, “Go, I’ll take you home.”

Hoffa was still in deep hallucinations, and he could still see the dancing girl 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.

Hearing someone talking in his ear, he thought it was Aglaia, and instinctively stretched out his arms to hug her, and then kissed her or something.

“Don’t be here.”

Miranda pushed Hoffa’s face away, sighing helplessly.

She took Hoffa to a corner of the ground, in a dark dormitory building, held 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, and the whole world swayed weightlessly with the elevator, blurred and rippling, and finally opened her teeth and claws.

The elevator often stopped, and 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, smiled back at them.

Ding Dong, the elevator is in place.

With Hoffa in one hand, Miranda took out the key with the other, and opened the door of her room.

The door frame hit the wind chimes and made a melodious 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 smirking and drooling boy 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 room, 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, eagerly. But when she gently climbed to Hoffa’s side, her movements became extremely careful. She held his head and looked at his face carefully. Her eyes were like the deep lens of a camera, trying to show his face. Rubbed down without any difference.

Then, she carefully 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 succeeded in “poisoning” one of the most powerful wizards in the world. At this moment, Hoffa has completely lost the ability to distinguish, which is when the drug’s effect 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 under the shining of the fluorescent curse, and their clothes were quickly scattered on the ground.

After a while, Miranda seemed to hear what the guy was still muttering 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.

Hear another person’s name.

The heart beat violently, as if to remind her.

The mood gradually changed from intoxication to pain.

Just a sharp, fast, scimitar, straight into the heart, it hurts into the bone marrow! How eager I was just now, how sad I am now. ** And impulse fades 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 wanted to continue kissing her.

She opened Hoffa.

The unconscious Hoffa didn’t know what was going on, and he still entangled him unwillingly.

Snapped!

She slapped Hoffa hard in the face.

He turned his head directly, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and fell on the pillow.

“Asshole…”

She gritted her teeth.

After the fight, she regretted and pained again. She never wanted to stay here again. She turned over and sat up on the bed without hesitation, and walked out without any hesitation.

But when she just walked to the sliding door of the bedroom, a low voice came from behind.

“Miranda…?”

The girl was holding on to the door frame, her body trembling, and there was no blood on her face.

“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. Dimly said, “Where am I…”

It seemed that that 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 want… drink water… “

Seeing the man 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, and smiled charmingly: “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 mumbled: “A…a glass of water, do you also ask for it…”

“Of course, this is my home, everything is mine.” Miranda said naturally.

“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 reached out for a water glass.

But Miranda reached out to stop it.

She knelt on the bed on one knee, holding the water sideways, looking at Hoffa’s confused eyes.

The two maintained this position for a few seconds.

Miranda smiled. Suddenly, she grabbed Hoffa’s hair, mercilessly, and tilted his head directly. It was extremely painful, and the painful and delirious Hoffa grinned, his eyes crooked.

“I want you to remember who I am, Hoffa Bach.”

After talking to the ear, Miranda raised her head and took a sip of water, threw away the cup, and then heavily sealed Hoffa’s mouth with her mouth, pressing him under her body.

In the darkness, the fluorescent curse went 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, and there were countless mud swamps on the road, and as long as he stepped on it, he would sink into it.

Thrilling all 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.

However, cold water dripped on his neck. Some uncomfortable situations.

He looked back inexplicably, even though the horse couldn’t turn his head to look at his back, he still tilted his neck to a hundred and eighty degrees. It turned out that he was still riding a **** his back. It was not clear who the girl was, Hoffa, she might be Agleia, some Miranda, or even the girl who was sacrificed to him by the Peruvian wizard.

She rode on Hoffa and cried silently. 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.

With his mane trembling and his four hoofs flying, he ran again on the vast green grassland. This time, he was extremely fast, so fast that he could not imagine. He just wanted to be faster, faster, faster. .. He didn’t know why he wanted to do this, but the endless grassland tempted 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, which is the only tree on this grassland.

A gray-haired old man sat 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 to run 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 lifted 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 very tangled, and kept spinning around the river.

The old man on the other side of the river slowly stood up on his knees. He smiled and turned his head to leave, 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 caused him to sting, and he shouted.

Sit up suddenly from the sheets, all in a cold sweat.

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The room was empty and very quiet.

Only the bell was ticking, it was the owl clock hanging on the wall.

Some dim yellow light came in from outside the window. It was a hyacinth lamp hanging outside the window. Someone in the distance is speaking, not really listening. 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 was 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 relaxed 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, and was ordered by a local Peruvian wizard. After offering to the gods, they seemed to burn themselves some weird smoke in the end. From that moment on, his consciousness tended to shatter, only remembering some fragmentary pictures.

Colorful crowns, beating natives, deafening drums, towering pyramids, rituals on the pyramids, and… Miranda… the underground lagoon… the room… the thirst… the pain… .

Suddenly, Miranda’s face became clear. Because Hoffa thought of her holding his hair, the vicious 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 stretched out his hand to touch 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…

“Wow!”

He let out an exclamation 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 banging his head with a hammer, knocking his head dizzy.

“No…no…no…no…no, no, no, no, no…”

After talking to himself for a while, he recovered from the dizziness, stood up tremblingly, and started rummaging through the boxes to find Miranda. 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.

Seeing 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 splash on his head, hoping that it would calm him down.

But watching the faint red that the water washes down from his body, and watching the dozens of strawberries on the chest of the guy in the mirror next to him, how could he calm down.

He wanted to know what it was like, but it seemed like a ginseng fruit that was swallowed roundly. He couldn’t think about it and couldn’t find it.

I just remember that he experienced a passion that he had never had before. That huge, surging, incomparable, indescribable, almost inconceivable passion that will happen among humans!

But if he recalled the details, he really couldn’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, 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 wash 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 idea.

After taking a cold shower, he started looking for his clothes again.

Look for it, ho!

He had no idea just now, it turned out that there was a stack of clothes beside his bed, neatly folded there. There is also a blue bath towel on it.

Hoffa sat in front of the pile of clothes, staring at the pile of clothes blankly, his soul was out of his way.

For a while, he lowered his head tremblingly, picked up the bath towel, and sniffed.

There was a faint scent of violet flowers on it, and that sense of smell instantly pulled him back to the Hogwarts train that had been seven years old. He remembered that when he first met Miranda, she folded her clothes once.

Then in the second grade, he met Miranda in Diagon Alley, and she was taken into the hotel, where he stayed overnight, and that night he also spent that night in the faint fragrance of flowers and breathing.

There is also the cat he held in his arms four years ago. On the night of Christmas Eve two years ago… some fragments of the past life together appeared vividly and vividly in front of him, which made him feel melancholy 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 real and incredible, reflecting his ordinary and despicable side.

Is this fate?

What should I do?