400 Chapter 54, the Last Warning

After getting the information from Riddle, Hoffa and Miller left Genoa without stopping. They found a plane in a fairly normal Muggle city, got on the plane and rushed all the way to Paris. After landing in Paris, he and Miller embarked on a journey to the Far East.

At this moment, the time has come to early winter, coupled with the turbulent and treacherous situation, the confrontation between the two camps in the world has begun to take shape, the plane to Moscow has been shut down by the local Muggle government, but fortunately the train transportation is still there, they You can take the railway to the Far East.

Although the speed is much slower, after destroying Sylby's fund pool, Hoffa is no longer so urgent. At this moment, the situation has reversed, and without the support of money, soon, the cursed Sylby will gradually lose his ability. Power, and those Squib armies supported by him and bewitched by him will also cease to operate after losing their source.

Now, he just needs to find Silby and kill him, and everything will return to the original point. And the cursed Sylby will be far from his opponent.

The only variable is his magic wand, or in other words, the one who was once sealed in the wand—the God of Nightmare.

The God of Nightmare still has the power of time, but Hoffa doesn't know the God of Nightmare's true thoughts. This kind of unknown makes him more disturbed than any known thing.

After boarding a train to the Far East from Gare du Nord, Hoffa asked for a large single room. He lay on the table, holding a pen and letter paper, writing letters non-stop. The content is as follows.

"To Professor Albus Dumbledore—

The half-human king's source of funds has been cut off. I think the longer the delay, the worse it will be for him. If he has any ideas and plans, I'm afraid it must be implemented now.

So I expect the next situation will be extremely turbulent at some point.

If Hogwarts is one of the roots of wizards' confidence, please protect it so that it does not come to harm again. Please also take good care of Beauxbaton's students, tell them that I have not forgotten their help, and that when the time comes, I will fight by their side.

At this point, I will go to Durmstrang and warn the wizards of the Far East to be ready. It is reported that the half-human king has embarked on a journey to the Far East. Durmstrang cannot be destroyed like Beauxbaton. If possible, please send me the map of Durmstrang. 』

When the letter was written here, Hoffa paused for a moment. After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but scribbled on the letter paper: "The things conveyed by the half-human king in the dream have great charm, as if those things that look correct The same as the noun, very beautiful. But please be sure to convey to those bewitched wizards that the so-called equality and correctness are just the cloak of power, and deliberate pursuit is like a dream, fleeting. 』——Your student, Hoffa Bach.

After writing a letter, he gathered the letter paper into an envelope. He continued to write other letters, some of which were addressed to Professor Goshak, who was recuperating on Black Golan Island, but they were signed by Dr. Reiner.

"Dear Dr. Rainer:

I don't know how your life on the island is and whether the supplies are sufficient. If not, please contact me quickly, or contact Nicole May in London, and we will find a way to help you solve it immediately.

After a few days away, I don't know how Professor Gosak is. If it’s okay, please tell him that everything is fine with Miller. We are now on our way to find Miranda. I will definitely bring her back safely. I hope the professor can recuperate in peace and wait until the day when he can reunite with his family. 』—— Hoffa.

After writing the letter to Professor Gorshak, Hoffa wrote different letters, some to Flamel and some to Aberforth. There were even letters to Professor Olim and Maxim of Beauxbatons. If he still has influence, he doesn't want it to fade with time before the big war comes.

In the carriage, Miller sat on the bench opposite Hoffa, looking at the young man who was writing at his desk. At this moment, the young man seemed to have turned back into the Minister of Magic in his dream, working intently and seriously.

Looking at the black hair that fell naturally on his forehead, Miller subconsciously reached out to get him a pot of hot water, made him a cup of tea bag, and put it beside Hoffa.

While gently turning the spoon to let the tea leaves release, he couldn't help asking softly: "You don't remember much about the dream, brother-in-law."

"Yeah." Hoffa replied without looking up.

"I remember, in fact, you did a good job, and people spoke highly of you in private." Miller said softly, with a faint dream in his voice.

"Those are fake."

Hoffa said coldly.

"yes."

Along with the rumble of the railroad tracks, we drove across the railroad tracks, passed through the noise of the urban area, and entered the gray and white land in the suburbs. At this moment, it was early winter and the weather was slightly cold.

Milet looked at the scenery outside the window, breathed on the glass of the train window from time to time, and when the dense water vapor fogged the glass, he would draw patterns on the glass with his fingers.

Miller seemed to be in a good mood, and most of the patterns drawn on the glass were smiling faces and strange flowers.

After writing the letter, Hoffa handed the letter to Miller and said, "Send them there for me."

"I'm not an owl"

Miller muttered unhappily.

Having said that, magic rings still appeared in his palm. There was a magical wave of magic in the ring, and he threw the letters into it, and the letters disappeared in no time.

After writing the letter, Hoffa kept reading the Muggle newspaper. The wizarding world had declined, and he hoped to see the current trend through the clues in the newspaper. However, most of the things in the newspapers are of little value. Occasionally, there is a report about the earthquake investigation in the Pyrenees Mountains, which is also useless because of the long time.

After Hoffa finished reading a few newspapers, it was already dark outside the train window, and Miller had fallen asleep in his chair. Seeing that the girl possessed by Miller was still wearing a New York jacket, Hoffa couldn't help but took out the blanket, walked to him, and covered him gently.

"Hoffa." The girl opened her eyes and shouted in a daze.

"Do you want to eat before going to bed?" Hoffa asked softly.

Miller shook his head. Wrapping the blanket tightly, straighten your legs over his.

Hoffa sat down beside Miller, leaned on the chair, tapped Miller's calf lightly, closed his eyes and meditated.

What would he do if he were Sylby, how long would his funds last him? If the God of Nightmare used the power of time to deal with him, what would he do?

With these questions circling in his mind, Hoffa fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up again, the train had already left the border of France, passed through Brussels and Berlin, and came to the area where the two camps converged.

The snow in early winter has already fallen, and a thin layer of frost has condensed on the windows of the train. At this moment, the train is being fueled and overhauled under the territory controlled by the Western camp. And Miller was sitting by the window in a daze at the moment, watching the soldiers and the snow outside the window motionlessly.

"It's cold outside, let me help you buy some clothes," Hoffa said.

Miller looked out the window with a dazed expression.

Hoffa noticed Miller's abnormality and asked with concern, "Miller, what's wrong."

"I"

Miller opened his mouth, froze for a moment and said, "I want to sleep for a while."

Hoffa patted Miller's head, but soon realized that what he was doing was unnecessary. Miller is not a real person, he is just a spiritual body, and he does not have a fever. Even if the woman possessed by him has a fever, it won't affect him in any way.

But with such a dazed look, what happened? Seeing Miller falling asleep on the chair, Hoffa couldn't ask any more questions, so he got out of the car and bought Miller a dark blue army coat. Prevent the dollars in your hands from being spent after reaching the other side of the Berlin Wall.

Not long after, the train bypassed Berlin and drove all the way to a colder place. At this moment, there were no one on board. Miller slept for a long time this time, almost longer than he had ever slept in before, and Hoffa worried that something might happen to him, calling him every few hours. But even after waking up Miller, he just stared at the window blankly without saying a word. Not long after, he fell into a drowsy sleep again.

When the train finally arrived in Moscow, Hoffa couldn't let Miller sleep any longer. Pushing his body, he said, "Let's go, Miller, we've arrived, let's go to Durmstrang together."

Miller opened his eyes in a daze, and stood up in his military coat.

Hoffa held him, holding on to the suitcase, and helped him off the train.

The bitter cold wind blows in the face, and the wind and snow blur Hoffa's vision. On both sides of the road at the station along the way, there are icy torrents of steel everywhere, and Soviet soldiers carrying guns and stepping forward in the snow. .

The sternness that was completely different from Europe rushed towards his face. Looking at the neat soldiers, Hoffa suddenly felt a little uncomfortable for no reason. He turned his head and took a few breaths in a row before shaking the sudden heaviness out of his mind.

"Brother-in-law. I may...can't go any further."

Miller looked at Hoffa and said dully.

"Miller, what's the matter?" Hoffa said, holding his shoulder.

"You promised me that day in the illusion of Genoa, you said you would"

"Say yes?"

"You want to talk to me and make me a cup of tea. Now... now you neither make me tea nor talk to me." Miller said blankly.

"God, you mentioned it earlier. There was tea and hot water in the train for such a long time, but you slept the whole way." Hoffa complained.

"Make tea and talk." Miller repeated stubbornly and dullly.

"Okay, okay, according to you, make tea and talk."

Hoffa rubbed his head helplessly, he looked around, there was a canteen near the train station. Hoffa walked in, and there were a lot of tobacco, wine and tea with Russian stickers in the canteen, most of which were vodka.

After searching, Hoffa bought two packs of black tea from the shelf, and when he walked to the door, he found several very modern enamel cups on the cabinet. The heads of Stalin and Lenin are printed on the enamel cups. Red, high morale.

So Hoffa dug into his pocket and pulled out a roll of dollars he had brought from America. He gritted his teeth, bit the bullet and handed over the dollar in his hand.

The owner of the canteen looked at the dollar in Hoffa's hand for a long time, with a very unhappy expression on his face. But after hesitating again and again, he still sold the tea and the enamel jar with the heads of Stalin and Lenin to Hoffa who was holding dollars.

Hoffa had just returned with the enamel cup and tea when he saw Miller disappear in the snow near the station, leaving only a row of thin footprints.

Hoffa was startled, and immediately followed the footprints to catch up. After chasing him in the snow for a long time, he found that Miller had walked aimlessly to the edge of a pine forest on the outskirts of Moscow, and stood there blankly by the edge of the open forest.

Hoffa was very worried. He chased after him and grabbed Miller by the shoulder, and asked loudly, "Don't wander around, Miller, people here are unfamiliar, what if we get separated!?"

"Boil water, drink tea and talk"

Miller looked ahead and said without focus.

"Bewildered you!"

Hoffa cursed. He looked around at the empty wind and snow, helped Miller under a pine tree, and let him sit down.

Afterwards, he used transfiguration to build a small stone stove on the ground, found some wood from the woods, and put it in the stone stove. He opened the black tea bag and spilled it into the enamel cup.

"fire."

Hoffa ordered.

Miller reached out and poked it, and the fire was lit.

"water."

Hoffa ordered again.

Like a toolman, Miller reached out and poked again, and the enamel tank was also filled with clean water.

It seems that he has long been prepared.

Hoffa sighed, and put Stalin and Lenin on the fire to heat up. Soon, the two mentors were blackened by smoke. While taking care of the tea, Hoffa added sugar to it. After the tea boiled, Hoffa handed him to Miller. He said angrily, "Tea!"

Miller took the tea blankly, and asked suddenly.

"If back then, it was my sister who jumped off the black lake to save you, would you still regret it?"

The teacup in Hoffa's hand shook, he raised his head, looked at Miller in surprise, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Stop dodging questions and give me an answer."

Miller said blankly.

Hoffa shook his head, he had no answer.

Miller took a sip of the hot tea, but it didn't feel hot.

He said lightly: "Although my sister is a witch, my sister also longs for a normal life. She longs for a family. I think you have already felt my sister's longing, whether in the dream or when you merged with me."

"I know."

Hoffa's eyes dimmed: "Miller, stop talking."

But Miller suddenly put down his teacup, squatted down beside Hoffa slowly, supported his knee and said, "Hoffa, I want to ask you not to continue."

Hoffa shuddered.

"If you continue, you will die. You and I have merged together. Didn't you see that ending?"

Hoffa slowly raised his head and looked at Miller slightly surprised. No, what to call her, Hoffa no longer knew. Those two spirits are just two faces of the same being, and now the line has become blurred.

"I was really happy when you told Riddle that you were looking for a wife. I was really happy." Water droplets slowly streaked across the girl's face: "I know you have been regretting it for decades. One day, your mind is really by my side. There is no day, you are really happy.

However, since fate sent you to me, how could I watch you go to the end of the eternal doom? I didn’t stand with you by the black lake that year and let you face the void alone. I have always regretted it, but the past is over, you taught me, I can't watch you die again, I can't, I can't, Hoffa. "

"I won't die." Hoffa said calmly, turning his head away.

"Why are you so stubborn."

She choked with tears and said: "Why do you have to be so stubborn, if this is a dead end, do you want to go down without looking back? If you are really dead, what do you have to see Aya!"

She suppressed her sadness and said, "Can't you take a look at me, I'm right across from you, right now"

Huge poignancy hit Hoffa, and he felt the man being cut in half by a supreme force. Half of it is the tacit understanding of decades of life, and the other half is the emotion of life beyond the limit.

Even through the warm fire, he could feel the helplessness and great sadness on the other side of the fire. But after all, he didn't stand up, but looked down at the snow on the ground, pierced his palm with his finger, and bit his lip with his teeth.

After a few breaths, the choking gradually disappeared.

The girl on the other side of the fire let out a long, trembling breath, and said, "If you keep going, I have no other choice. Even if you end up hating me, even if you end up standing against me, I won't let you go." Will make what I see happen. Good luck, Hoffa."

As soon as the words fell, the body under Miller's control fell silently on the snow, and a faint black air floated from the strange girl's facial features, and drifted towards the woods behind him.

Hoffa heard a noise in the forest, he quickly stood up and chased in the direction of the sound.

However, when he arrived at the place where the noise occurred, only a pair of shallow footprints were left on the snow, and the magic wave left by apparation and the faint scent of violet flowers remained in the air.